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suspiciouslackofclowns · 2 years ago

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I’m trying to clear out my drafts, so have the alternate version of this <3

Even on quiet days where Eddie should, theoretically, be able to take time to himself, he finds that it’s nearly impossible.

The guys had pulled him aside early on and explained hey, they were mostly cool with Steve, as long as he didn’t talk too much when he was around. Billy was almost completely out of the question. It was kind of an ultimatum, made in the privacy of Gareth’s garage one afternoon.

It’s them or us, is what Eddie took away from it.

Try as he might, Eddie has come to find out the hard way that he can’t keep his two worlds separated. His partners are sure to discover that his friends don’t like them even if he doesn’t say anything, and his friends are stubborn enough to stop inviting him out because of it.

He eventually stops trying so hard to convince Gareth, Jeff, and Grant that his partners are okay dudes, and that turns out to be the right decision.

Because apparently this shit has to happen organically.

As the movie wraps up on screen, Gareth stretches where he sits in the recliner, pausing with his arms in the air like he just realized there’s a lion stalking him. Eddie quirks a brow, confused, until he realizes.

About halfway through the second movie in their marathon, Billy had wandered in soundlessly. Settled beside Eddie on the loveseat and leaned into his side, welcomed with an arm around his shoulders, and promptly dozed off. In all honesty, Eddie kind of forgot that he was there.

He’s been cradling Billy like it’s second nature. Threading his fingers through his hair and scratching softly at his scalp, keeping him humming happily and hugging Eddie like he’s a body pillow.

“Dude,” Gareth hisses.

He dawns a look of tired frustration, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“What? He’s not bothering you,” he whispers.

Grant and Jeff seem just as caught off guard as Gareth was a moment ago, but Eddie keeps coddling his lover anyway. Even when Gareth narrows his eyes.

“But this is our movie night.”

“I promise you, he hasn’t been watching.”

There’s a moment where nothing is said. The credits are rolling on the screen, and Eddie and Gareth just stare at one another for a long beat. Eddie wants him to say it.

He’s ruining it just by being here.

“Guys, c’mon,” Jeff intervenes. “Let’s just put in the next one, yeah?”

Grant nods enthusiastically, but all efforts of distraction go ignored. Gareth crosses his arms.

“It’s like you don’t like hanging out with just us anymore, man,” he grumbles.

A wave of clarity washes over Eddie in an instant, and he bites back on a smile.

He’s fucking jealous.

“So that’s what this is, huh?” Eddie muses.

“What?” Gareth snaps.

“Y’know, if you actually gave him a chance, you’d probably get along with him. He’s super easy. Easier than Steve, even.”

Grant sits forward at Eddie’s other side, peering around him to get a look at the sleeping blond.

“Steve is more approachable,” he concludes.

Out of the few times that Steve has been around during a game night or a movie marathon, he’s always been awkward. Maybe the guys don’t see it the way that Eddie does, but he tends to talk to them like he talks to Dustin. Lots of things like what’s up, big man are said and nodding is done when he doesn’t understand a reference or joke.

Maybe they think that Steve is just naturally easygoing.

It’s especially funny, because he just so happens to be the most nervous person that Eddie has ever met in his life. He hates being around Eddie’s friends as much as they hate being around him, if for no other reason than he isn’t quite sure how to act around them.

But they don’t need to know that.

“Nah, he just looks a little intimidating, that’s all,” Eddie says, still carding his fingers through Billy’s hair. “He’s a total teddy bear.”

Gareth barks out a laugh, his face paling a bit when Billy stirs at the noise. Clutches onto the front of Eddie’s shirt with an unforgiving grip as he shoves his face further into the crook of his neck.

After he falls still again, his fist relaxing, Eddie gently guides his hand away and smooths out the front of his shirt.

“He’s an aggressive cuddler,” he dismisses.

“Right,” Gareth huffs. “I’m sure he’s sweet to you, Munson, but I don’t really plan on testing the waters with it.”

“Do you really think that little of me?”

“What?”

Eddie presses his lips into a line and sighs. Looks down at Billy’s sleeping face, studying the faint sprinkle of freckles on the bridge of his nose.

“You think my taste in men is so terrible that I’d date any old piece of shit.” Eddie makes pointed eye contact with Gareth, who swallows thickly. “It never occurred to you that maybe, considering I like him, he can’t be all that bad?”

Gareth opens and closes his mouth, and huffs irritatedly after a moment.

“I’m just wary of his type is all.”

Now Eddie laughs, and subsequently deals with Billy clutching at his shirt as if to say keep it down again.

“See, now you’re just doing what the vast majority of people do to us,” Eddie muses. “Kind of hypocritical, no?”

The tv screen goes blank as Jeff removes the tape. He doesn’t reach for the next movie just yet, probably waiting to see how this conversation plays out first.

“In his defense,” he begins. “It’s usually guys like Hargrove that rag on us for being different, so you can’t really blame us for being wary of him.”

Gareth and Grant both nod in agreement. Eddie sighs.

“Fair enough. I’m telling you, though, he’s a sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna need some proof.”

All three of his friends stare at him expectantly. Eddie feels the end of this interaction rapidly approaching until an idea blossoms in his head, and he stops petting Billy’s hair. Lifts his arm up and rests it on the back of the sofa, depriving the blond of contact, and smirking deviously as he begins to stir.

If for no other reason than the guys all look like they’re ready to bolt.

Billy cracks his eyes open, sitting up just enough to peer up at Eddie’s face as he splays a hand against his sternum.

“Was I snoring?” he asks, voice groggy.

Rubs at Eddie’s chest with a heavy hand, looking like he’s fighting to stay conscious as he waits for an answer.

“No,” Eddie says, and resists the urge to chuckle.

Billy sighs. His eyelids are heavy, palm rubbing in circles as he thinks for a moment. Then his eyebrows are furrowing.

“‘M I bothering you?” His movements halt for a moment. “Should I go to the room?”

“No, no, baby, you’re not a bother,” Eddie coos.

Billy nods, but his lips press into a frown as he pouts. Begins rubbing at Eddie’s chest again.

“Then why’d you stop lovin’ on me?”

The question is so earnest and he looks so betrayed while asking it that Eddie can’t help but smile and open his arm around him again. Coaxes Billy back into his side where he’d been pressed before.

Once his face is tucked into Eddie’s neck again, he melts instantly. Slumps into the brunet and hums a happy noise when fingers push into his hair once again.

“I’m sorry, Bills, I’ll keep loving on you.”

Billy drapes his arms around him. Gives him a squeeze before his muscles are all going limp, and Eddie is left scratching softly at his scalp as his breath evens out.

As if having proven his point, Eddie fixes Gareth with a look.

“Teddy bear,” he whispers.

Maybe he should’ve let Billy’s actions speak for themselves a long time ago, because the air of fear is no longer present in the room. Simply because Billy is all but purring and snuggling as hard as he can into Eddie’s side like a clingy cat.

“Dunno why, but I thought he’d be the type to get pissed about being woken up,” Grant says quietly.

Eddie hums amusedly. Tilts his head against Billy’s and noses a kiss into his hair.

“He’s normally a little moody in the mornings,” Eddie says. Keeps his nose buried in blond curls as he breathes a dreamy sigh. “It’s nothing that pancakes and coffee with extra creamer and sugar can’t fix, though.”

For once, when Eddie glances over, Gareth doesn’t look beyond pissed off. His expression is more neutral now, and it stays that way even when a door closes somewhere beyond the kitchen.

Steve pads into the living room, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his palm, and comes to stand beside the couch. Spreads a smile when he spies the couple on the sofa.

“I was wondering where he went,” he muses.

“Were you not cuddling him good enough or something? He’s been in here for a while,” Eddie chuckles.

Steve puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head to the side.

“I think he just missed you.” He sits on the armrest and reaches over, gently tucking Billy’s hair behind his ear. “Kept feeling your side of the bed and grumbling when you weren’t there.”

The information has a pang of sadness piercing Eddie’s chest. He holds Billy tighter and squeezes a surprised little grunt out of him, but the blond is quick to reciprocate. Nuzzles his face harder into Eddie’s neck and leans more heavily into his side.

“Did you come out here to take him back?” Eddie asks.

He flushes a bit red when he hears the shake in his own voice. Steve spreads a sympathetic smile.

“I figured, since…” he trails off, gesturing loosely around the living room. “You’d, y’know, want the room to yourselves.”

Eddie pouts at the thought of his sleepy boyfriend getting taken away. Momentarily considers calling it quits for the night so he can go snuggle Billy in the comfort of their bed, until Gareth clears his throat.

“It’s alright if he stays, or whatever.”

All eyes snap to him, and he crosses his arms over his chest nonchalantly. Eddie bites back on a grin, especially when he looks around and doesn’t see that either Grant or Jeff protest the claim.

Steve sighs and stands up.

“You okay if he stays?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums. Keeps his eyes on Steve as he rounds the sofa and leans over the back of it, draping his arms around Eddie’s neck. “You can stay too, if you want.”

Slender fingers tilt his chin up, and they meet in a soft kiss. Only parting when their smiles ruin it.

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” Steve coos.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” Another kiss is planted on Eddie’s lips, and he can’t help but melt a little. “I’m gonna pass, though. Pretty sure you guys wouldn’t appreciate me snoring over the movie.”

Steve chuckles when Eddie pouts, leaning down to smudge a few kisses in Billy’s hair before he turns to pad out of the room.

“Goodnight, Stevie,” Eddie calls. “Love you.”

“Mm, love you, Stevie,” Billy grumbles.

In an instant, Steve is leaning over the back of the couch again and smothering them both in more hastily-placed kisses. Billy spreads a lazy smile and Eddie giggles until their lover ceases the affectionate burst.

“Hurry up and finish your movie night so I can cuddle with my boys,” Steve says.

Eddie hums when he’s given a squeeze for emphasis from Billy.

“Yes sir.”

#harringroveson #metalsandwich #steddilly #rewrite? ish #fluff #mild angst #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harrington #background corroded coffin guys #I didn’t think I’d post this version but I’m tired of seeing it sit in my drafts #so here it is! the same-ish ficlet again minus chubby Billy bc I was too nervous to add him in #my writing #ficlet #god i’m so tired

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