#Wanna see how Robin has been flying free for years and how he literally can't fly at all because his wings are clipped?

[sunfudge]

Star Rail setting up the angel siblings as being the usual over protective big brother and caged like a bird little sister, only to release 2.2 and do a fucking 180 and reveal its actually Sunday who's the caged bird who cannot fly and he is the emotionally weaker sibling and Robin is the strong sibling who flies free was mad of them honestly I owe them my life tbh

[yikesharringrove]

Hi! I hope you have a great day! Billy taught Max to skate (obvs.) and at one point she forgets her board in the car when he drops her off at the arcade. And, well, he can't help himself; he goes to a secluded parking lot and, you know, sees if he still got it. And of course Steve spots him. (Sorry for any messed up grammar/spelling.)

My dad was one of those guys that would break into peoples pools in the California drought. There’s a SUPER good doc called Dogtown and Z-Boys about the era, and how these kids pretty much invented pro skateboarding. They made a movie based on the whole thing called Lords of Dogtown if you’re into that kinda thing.

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Billy doesn’t really wanna go home.

He has an hour in between dropping Max off at the arcade and bringing her back home, didn’t want to just like, sit there as his father found any reason to be pissed off at him.

He thought about going to Family Video to bother Robin and Steve, but he went yesterday and he’s been trying not to make a habit of flirting with Steve every day, especially with the way Robin’s been looking at him, like she sees right through him.

But he looked over, noticed that Max left her skateboard in the car.

He hasn’t skated in years. Not since he got his car and could get places way more efficiently.

But her board was right there, and he kinda wondered if he still got it.

He took it around to the lot out behind the arcade, behind Family Video and the garage.

He remembers teaching Max when she was a kid. Well, more of a kid than she is now.

It was on of the first things that ever bonded them, Billy pushing her back until she got the hang of it, teaching her how to take turns. They used to go to the top of the steepest hills they could find, and just zoom down the whole thing.

He took a running start, hopping on and swerving around the parking lot.

He had forgotten how fun it was, how freeing it felt to him when he was a thirteen year old kid, flying through the streets of San Diego.

It felt amazing, made him forget about all the shit, the monsters of the midwest, how much he hated his father, how much he loved Steve Harrington.

He jumped off, kicking the board up, we going to take another lap around the lot, and then-

“You’re really good.” He turned around, startled at the voice.

Steve was sitting on a crate, cigarette in one hand.

“Oh, thanks. How long you been there?” He took a drag, offering it to Billy. Their hands brushed as they passed it.

“Whole time. Keith gives me decent smoke breaks. Says I’m a better employee when I’m not in there to fuck stuff up.” Billy passed it back.

“Keith’s a little bitch.” Steve laughed, smoke coming outta his pretty mouth.

“I didn’t know you skated.”

“Who do you think taught the shitbird?” He sat down on a crate next to the one Steve was perched on. “Used to just, go. Would hold on to cars and let them take me wherever they were headed. Haven’t done it much since I got my car.”

“Did you used to, where you in that group that would break into people’s back yards? Skate in their empty pools?” Steve’s eyes were bright.

“Woulda been if I had been born about ten years earlier. Nah, used to go ride down the boardwalk by the beach, go to skateparks. Sometimes I would catch a bus going uphill, and would just ride the whole thing, dodging cars and people. I’d forgotten how fun it was.”

Steve had this little smile on his face, the little fond one he would only give to Billy.

“I wish I could do it. I used to like, ride my bike around like literally every kid that grew up in Hawkins.” Billy stood up, tugging on Steve’s wrist.

“I’ll teach you.” His eyes were wide.

“Right now?”

“Yeah, Pretty Boy. C’mon.” Steve just gaped at him. “It’ll be fun.” Steve stood up, crushing the cigarette.

Billy got him situated on the board, told him to lean in whichever way he wanted to turn, that if he got spooked to just step off.

He gave Steve a shove to get him going, sending him squirreling into the old lot. Steve leaned, brought the board back in Billy’s direction before losing steam, stepping off and bending over to pick up the board.

He was laughing loudly, his eyes crinkled at the sides.

It was so sweet, made Billy think about what could be.

He pictures taking Steve to the boardwalk. He pictured teaching him to surf, kissing him in the ocean.

He pictured the way Steve’s shoulders would get burned red under too much sun, the way his eyes would look honey-gold in the setting sun.

He watched Steve nearly eat shit falling over, and pictured this perfect life together, the two of them growing together, in love.