#harringroveson fanfiction

[weird-an]

A bit of water gets splashed into his face and he hears Munson cackle at him. 

“You’re not really subtle, you know.”

“What?” Billy asks, lifting Max’s sunglasses off his nose and squinting his eyes at Munson. The other guy finally got rid of his shirt and Billy’s throat goes a little dry, because the tip of another tattoo appears on his chest whenever the water moves away before splashes against it. Because he’s lean and not even that bad in shape for a nerd.

“Like I said,” Munson says slowly, “Not really subtle, Billy baby.”

Billy’s heart skips a beat. He’s not going to let himself be called out like that. Munson is trying to get on his nerves, that’s it. He doesn’t know what Billy is. He doesn’t know how much of a death sentence it would be to get caught ogling guys out in the open like that - not as a joke, but for real. 

“I should fucking drown you right here,” Billy growls, swimming a bit closer. “Don’t call me that, freak.”

Read more on AO3 (this is nsfw)

@billyhargrovebingo

[gregre369]

Y’all ever been reading some fanfiction and you just randomly check back into reality. And realize you’ve been reading 100k words of domestic bliss and fluff about two make believe people. Like no action, no violence, no plot, just two people living their lives and having conversations about home renovations.

Does it make you question yourself…?

…cool me neither

[krystenreader]

why

Why? Just tell me why are you doing this? Why so cruel? These are my comfort babies! Why did you kill them? And then I am searching for that particular phrase and... BAM! It is gone! Where is that moment keeping me okay?! Where I am asking?! I feel insane like all of these stories were made up in my head and never existed:(((

[female-woman-wiffman-lass]

Though in think tank:

It's just the two of us (three actually, its a tricycle now)

harringroveson, metalsandwhich

just the two of them wanting the same guy and finding each other

while said guy is trying to be filling. they're having the feels and steve is horny. he's fine though. I'll decide if I can keep this going. they will fuck nasty. in like, the next parts.

Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are hooking up. They've got a good thing going on.

They're into each other, they have stuff in common, be it music, the fashion, their preferences. They're fast and quick. Furious and sharp, all teeth when they're together. Get a thrill and kind of comfort with how consistent and similar they could be. They bounce off and work each other to heights. It feels like it's only the two of them, like steel sharpening steel. In this small hick town.

Billy's always felt a lot, even more now he's stuck here. Always ran hot now he's stuck in a chilly, dreary town, used to feel like he could breathe slow and easy out there but not when he's stuck here. And with Eddie. Well, Eddie always wanted more, knows he's made for more. He's flagging half-heartedly in a small town, and now Billy has to tuck himself in. They both always feel bigger on the inside. No one is like them. Not in the way they know.

No one else feels jagged or rough. Neither Eddie nor Billy know anyone who can stop the itch, the aches in their jaw, the tightness.

Enter Steve Harrington. Just, not really.

Now, Steve seemed exactly nothing like either of them. Yes, he's masculine. A man. But he's not.. like them. Not dark or sharp, probably not what either of them would experience, probably doesn't feel like a whirlwind in his body, doesn't scratch. But it doesn't stop either of them from ogling. Shooting the shit with each other, letting out comments and thoughts on guys the've seen. And even if Harrington was open, or experimenting, or anything that would lead preppy jocks astray, he probably wouldn't be any good. Wouldn't be fun, no matter how pretty. No matter how soft.

Billy and Eddie's standards on the anyone in Hawkins, any man they might think of in the sense they'd think of each other. None for now, just them. Clocked each other so fast and collided with each other like a car crash. But both can agree, yeah. Steve's hot.

Billy's been knowing about it, having been hanging out with Steve. Knowing who he is, mostly on the court. Gets a kind of satisfaction being able to push this boy around.

And Eddie, who's there with his comments as they talk, will also have assumptions. He's known the guy longer. (If he ever really knew him. What more do you need when everyone else knows some.)

"Bill, he's just the usual, man." He takes a drag out of his cigarette, leaning on the side of his van. "Harrington. He's just a dude. I mean we're in Hawkins. Pretty boys like him got to be repressed. One way or another."

He scoffs, turning his head to him, eyebrows raised and hands waving vaguely in front of him, "have you seen him with Tommy? Before you came around those two were—" he puts up a tight fist and shakes it, like it would mean something. "Y'know? Tommy boy's been trailing after him since eighth grade."

Billy let's out a sharp laugh, stealing Eddie's cigarette, "calling me a homewrecker, Munson?"

"Is it homewrecking when you 'wreck' both parties? You ensnare Tommy away from the King and then you come round to have a chat with Harrington in the showers?" He let's Billy have the cigarette, crossing his arms as he leans in closer, "which, what was that about?"

(Eddie's been in this town, longer than the fresh meat Billy was supposed to be. Has seen the King parading around, stuck in his own little world. Head up in the clouds and not bothering to look down and check if his feet were even touching the ground. Til '83 that is.

It was weird. After Nancy Wheeler, sometime in November with all of them being gone for a while after two people go missing —one was Byers' little brother he remembers, he wasn't sure who the other one was, a girl?—only to come back with Wheeler on Jonathan Byers side of all places. Sweet and looking at each other like they've found someone who understands. Found someone who knows life outside. As if they knew there'd be more out there.

And Steve. Steve looked settled. Looked normal and still moving even when he looked at either of them, the couple. Like he knows he's small in this stupid town but doesn't feel tight in his own skin. That even though he hasn't found anyone like that, and even lost something he's still fine. That he's seen more and knows better even when he stood still. He's found out about the same things Byers and Wheeler had. Went through the motions. Was just waiting for a pin drop to be able to live. It fascinated, Eddie. He envied it. He scoffs in his mind, what would Steve Harrington know?

Will he ever get to know? The boy and the why?)

Billy rolls his eyes, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out, dropping it on the concrete for hi to stomp, "fucking nothing, Edward."

Not nothing. He heard Eddie and his 'normal dude' rant. But he can't fool Billy. He knows the guy saw the same thing in Harrington he did. He was different and radiant in this stupid town while also fitting in perfectly. He was fucking lame and didn't know a single thing. But. He also knew some things. Makes it seem like the things he knows were life altering

Harrington was an enigma. A person with thoughts and feelings and in some kind of state. He was your average fucking prep. Image obsessed, vain, and so impossibly normal. And a flea who only knows the jar can't jump over the cap. But Steve. It's like he doesn't care. He doesn't know why he only knows this side of The King's rebrand. How he only knows one side to the story. How he knows Tommy and his weird obsession with Steve and how he left, and turned fucking bitch. Acted like he was now bottom of the barrel. But the King (although Billy has a feeling he isn't one anymore) is fine. Acted like dropping his nuclear friend group and demographic was nothing. Which in the grand scheme of things, maybe it wasn't. But it's supposed to be something, to boys like Steve Harrington. He doesn't know why he cares.

"Ouuh, fucking nothing, Edward, blah blah. Also, don't call me that." He huffs. "You're not the only one thirsting, William. Everyone wants, envies, covets at a piece of Steve Harrington. But again, he's just a dude. Hell, I had the hots for him too. Besides," he knocks shoulders with Hargrove, finger going up to flick at his piercing then to loop around a blonde curl.

"Ya got me right now."

Billy looks at him with considering gaze, before smirking. He straightens up off the van, "you wish, freak." He goes round to the back of the van, opening it up, before crawling in.

Eddie grins, scampering off after him. He pushes the both of them obssesed with Steve Harrington bit away from his mind. He's hanging with Billy.

Steve frowns a bit as he sees both men hop into the back of Munson's van. He was just passing by the parking lot. He sighs, scratching his head. He needs to go to another fucking bar. His nightmares are acting up again. Who knew the eerie light of the pool and his own house lights would make him twitch? What a life. He's okay though, pretty sure.

He smiles as he hops in the car. A night in Indy will fix him up. Surely. It always does. (And although Nancy –and Jonathan suprisingly– were worried, he assures them both as sweetly as he could that it was definitely not alcoholism. It's either more or less better than they expected. But he's glad his new friends slash two wheels he third wheels slash co-monster fighters were worried.)

As he drives off, he takes a glance at the rear view mirror, before shaking his head. Why would they hook up out in the open, in that back of the guy's van in a parking lot? Sure they could be hotboxing or some shit and smoking the weed in that dweeb Munson's lunchbox but Steve doubts that. With how hot the both of then are and how intensely they were looking at each other they were for sure fucking. He thought at least Hargrove would know better.

"Shame, shame," he shrugs, even though no one can see him, his expression set in 'it is what it is.' He wonders what he should wear and what he should order. He licks his lips and hums happily. He gets to feel alive for the weekend.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Harringroveson Ex Machina

For @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events for Jun. 11th, Sci-Fi Movie, Ex Machina (2014)

"Eddie, meet Billy. Billy, why don't you say hi to the nice man?"

"Hi to the nice man."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Eddie was still sitting in the foyer of the Harrington home, gobsmacked by the thing, person?, sat in front of him. When Steve Harrington invited him over to see his father's "latest" invention as payment for the drugs he ordered, Eddie thought it was just a joke or something. Instead, he was greeted by a naked boy sitting on the living room couch. At least, Eddie thought this "Billy" was a boy until he got close enough to get a good look at the body in front of him. His head looked human, but everything else? Undeniably robotic, with undecorated metal and plastic body parts comprising the rest of his form. Billy's synthetic eyes moved between both him and Steve as he spoke. His face was... well, honestly, it was probably a dead giveaway that Billy wasn't human. Real people didn't look that perfect. With big blue eyes that seemed to stare straight past him to bright pink lips just barely accented by some blonde facial hair that decorated his tan skin, the robot looked like he belonged in an ad for Calvin Klein jeans. Steve noticed his staring as he let out a laugh.

"Handsome, isn't he?" Steve asked as he leaned over the chair Billy was in, resting his hands on the robot's shoulders. "My dad said that blondes would sell better." Steve's hand moved to the android's hair with a grin. "Billy's still a prototype. Dad brought him home for some touring tests or whatever before he got called away to New York." Billy's eyes flicked up to Steve, and for a moment, Eddie could've sworn he saw the android's face flicker with emotion before returning to its neutral state. "Technically, I'm not supposed to tell anyone about Billy, but I'm kind of low on cash on the moment." Steve shrugged as he rounded Billy's chair, taking a seat on the coffee table between the android and Eddie. "So I figured you might be interested in Billy. As long as you give me some pot, I'll let you do whatever you want with him while I watch. Just don't break him or do anything too weird. He's worth more than everything your family's ever owned. Got it?"

Eddie couldn't stop himself from nodding dumbly in agreement. It was like some kind of wet dream he had imagined a hundred times. Yet, despite himself, Eddie couldn't get rid of the strange feeling in his gut when he noticed the way the android was side eyeing him.

[hellsquills]

Title: Thé Dansant

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove

Rating: Explicit

Freshman year at Notre Dame Uni certainly beats their past life back in Hawkins by a mile, yet 1986 promises to be their year for far greater reasons: starting a new business together, becoming somewhat of a pornstar, confessing to a secret crush, debuting as a drag queen, and, not to say for contractual reasons, land a job at the queerest place in the Midwest. All is well in their new life, away from college ordeals in the nights of the Thé Dansant. And yeah, the murders also make for a memorable year.

[writer-in-theory]

Happy Birthday, Eddie Munson — steddie.

Summary: Steve meant to slip the birthday card into Tina's locker, but the smile on Eddie Munson's face made it all worth it—even if he forgot to sign the card. Prompt: C1 - Secret Admirer Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Teen Word Count: 5.4k Content Warnings: Language, Minor Self-deprecation, Hospitals Read On AO3: Here A/N: This is another fill for @harringroveson-bingo !!

When Eddie was fifteen, he had a secret admirer.

It was simple and unexpected, just a birthday card slipped into his locker the week of his birthday. It was one of those corny ones from the general store, with a little bumblebee on the front with text that read ‘Hap-Bee Birthday’. The inside had a handwritten note tucked in the corner, the words shaky and curved like the writer had been in a rush.

Happy birthday, gorgeous. I hope you have a day as sweet as you are, you deserve it.

There was no name, no hint as to who would have bothered wishing Eddie “The Freak” Munson a happy birthday when no one had seemed to care before. He’d tried to look at every face in his graduating class that day, searching for a smile or nod, even a pen streak in the same bright blue that had been used on the card. Yet, no one had given him anything. In fact, besides Uncle Wayne, the only person who’d even acknowledged his birthday at all was that secret admirer with their silly little card that Eddie would treasure. All Eddie could do was tuck the card into his locker for safekeeping, leaving it there front and center for two weeks before he finally took it home to stash in his room. 

The next year, when Eddie had grown older and a little meaner, hardened by the crueler words his classmates had learned through high school, he hadn’t been expecting anything. And yet, despite his worries, when he opened his locker on November 5th another card was waiting for him. It was the same dorky kind of card, this time with a pair of otters holding hands and a caption that read ‘Happy birthday to my otter half’. 

Immediately he was grinning, looking down either side of the hallway in an attempt to find whoever had left the card behind. When no one stood out obviously, he turned his attention back to the card, hands shaking as he opened the card in search of another handwritten note from his admirer. Sure enough, in the same blue ink was another note. Eddie couldn’t help but think that his admirer was working on their handwriting since this one seemed more intentional with far fewer shaky lines and near-illegible letters. 

Happy birthday, gorgeous. If today is half as wonderful as you are, then it’ll be a damn good one.

Still no signature. There still wasn’t anything else to go off of, except for the fact that they were clearly still in school too. With only one note per year though, Eddie knew it would be near impossible to find out who was sending him birthday cards. So he’d hold onto the ones he had, keeping them close for the reminder that there was someone in the school who understood him. There was someone—though they were obviously too scared to admit it—that saw Eddie as lovable. 

He wanted to know all about them. He kept the cards in a box in his room, occasionally pulling them both out to re-read. Maybe he could find some clue hidden within the words, something that would give him a hint as to what his admirer was like. Eddie didn’t even need to know their name yet, but longed to know anything that might explain why they’d chosen him. What kind of music did they listen to, and what did they want to do after school? Were they in the marching band? Did he already talk to them?

The cards continued. Senior year, he had another, resting on top of the books stacked in his locker as usual. 

Happy birthday, gorgeous. If being like you means being a freak, then I want in. Don’t let Hawkins High get you down, you’ll show them someday.

Then, more curiously, his first repeat year came with another birthday card on the 5th of November. Considering he’d been the only one who’d been held back (and only because the teachers were refusing to help the “poor damaged Munson boy”), that meant his admirer had to be in the year below his.

It also meant that when May rolled around and Eddie didn’t graduate again, he inevitably had to say goodbye to his admirer forever. He still held onto the slim hope that somehow, his admirer would find a way to sneak a birthday card to him. It never came though, not even when Eddie had spent the night before wishing on every plane in the sky he’d call a shooting star, wishing for just one more chance to find this person.

By the time March rolled around, Eddie had forgotten entirely about his admirer. Between cheerleaders dying in his trailer, and pretty ex-jocks storming into his hideout yelling about magical wizards and a girl who can move things with her mind, an anonymous birthday wish seemed like the last of Eddie’s worries. 

But when he lay on the ground of the Upside Down being torn into by demon bats from Hell, all Eddie could think about was that he hoped his secret admirer would find happiness. They deserved it, for ever thinking that Eddie Munson could be more than what Hawkins made him out to be.

When Eddie was thirteen and Uncle Wayne’s old dog died, Wayne had told him that death was sometimes the peaceful thing. It could be a good thing, it allowed those who had lived all the life they needed to rest. That seemed like a load of bullshit when Eddie woke up after dying, because nearly every square inch of his body felt like it was on fire. It also felt much colder than what he assumed it would be, given where everyone in Hawkins told him he was going after. 

Death also looked like a hospital, for some fucking reason.

“Eddie?” Turning his head, Eddie was met with the sight of his Uncle Wayne slumped over in a stiff hospital chair, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. It looked like he was seconds from melding right into the chair, exhaustion carried in every joint. 

Eddie had half expected to see the kids if he ever survived any of this, all of them gathered around him in the hospital. He’d at least assumed Henderson would be there, with Steve Harrington in tow like the ex-jock never had anything better to do than drive Dustin where he needed to be. Harrington, who was every bit as sweet, charming, and funny as Henderson had claimed he’d become, who’d made Eddie shamefully wish for even one more day of the Upside Down shit if only it meant spending more time with him. Eddie might’ve even hoped for Buckley and Wheeler, who’d begun to worm their way into his heart too, the bastards. 

He supposed it only made sense that it was just him and Wayne again, together against the world as it had always been. 

“Hey, Wayne,” Eddie tried to laugh through the scratchiness in his throat, sending himself into a coughing fit severe enough to have him sitting up and clutching his chest for relief from the burn. Wayne simply sat with him through it, reaching out to rub his back until the coughing subsided. “Sorry,” Eddie winced once it was over, not oblivious to the worry in Wayne’s eyes.

“Don’t you pull that shit ever again, you hear me?” Wayne stared at him seriously, not even trying to hide the tears making his eyes glassy. 

Suddenly Eddie felt twelve again, sitting in a hospital bed exactly like this one while his Uncle Wayne told him that he was moving to Hawkins, Indiana. He’d felt small in the massive bed then too, squirming against the itchy sheets and tight bandages, wondering when he’d be able to smell fresh air that didn’t make his throat itch again. Wayne had held his hand then too, finally answering the questions with blunt honesty that no other adult ever gave him. He’d been the first to tell Eddie that the way his dear old dad had taken him on jobs, how he’d tried a getaway chase with little Eddie in the front seat could have ended with a greater tragedy than being bored in a hospital for three days.

He wondered how much anyone had told Wayne about what happened. This wasn’t the face of someone whose entire world had been turned around with admissions of monsters and hellscapes, but then again Wayne Munson was one of the strongest people Eddie had ever met in his entire life. Nothing would ever surprise him about Wayne, not even if he’d admitted he’d known about the Upside Down all this time.

“Sorry, Wayne,” was the only thing Eddie could even think to say. His head rolled to the side, squishing half of it on the pillow so he could properly face his uncle. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” Wayne forced out, though his entire body language relaxed after scrubbing his face harshly with his hands. His next sentence was spoken much softer like he was finally coming to terms with what had happened. “Putting yourself in harm's way, risking yourself for those kids...I’m proud of you, son.”

It wasn’t the first time Wayne had told him that. No, it was like he’d heard it somewhere in some self-help book on how to raise traumatized nephews because the man seemed to tell him it every day. Washed the dishes while Wayne was working? Proud father moment. Failed high school a second time but hey, his grade point average had actually gone up from the last attempt? He might as well have earned his degree that day with the way Wayne had whooped and hollered and shone in pride. 

It was far too much to hear now though, remembering far too plainly what it had felt like to be eaten alive, to know that those moments could have been his last. He didn’t want to spend any time considering what it would have been like if the group hadn’t gotten him out quickly enough, or consider what Wayne would have been telling the group instead if he’d died a hero. Would he still be proud of him?

“No more hero moves, cross my heart,” Eddie answered, trying to give that same cheeky smile that used to make his uncle howl with laughter. “Everyone’s okay?”

“They were worried somethin’ terrible about you,” Wayne told him, gesturing to the other side of the hospital room. 

Eddie wanted to cry when he turned his head. It was all cheesy stuff—little stuffed bears and balloons, and even a crayon drawing signed by Holly Wheeler. They all cared enough to leave him something, to wish that he’d get better even if they couldn’t be in the room when he’d woken up. There was one, though, that stood out to him even from the collection of items gathering on the counters on that side. 

“Is that a birthday card?” he asked, turning to face Wayne again. “Who left a birthday card?”

Had his secret admirer really heard about what had happened already? Had they come by, leaving behind the card that had been missing the last November?

“So many of those kids’ve been in here, I have no idea who left what,” Wayne admitted, though did stand to hand Eddie the card. It was the same silly kind he might have found at Melvald’s, this time with a little strawberry and a caption telling Eddie to have a berry happy birthday. It was the note written inside of the card, though, that had Eddie blushing furiously.

Get well soon, gorgeous. I know it’s not your birthday yet, but I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to wish you a happy one ever again. Stick around for quite a few more, for me.

Eddie kept the card close to him, right there next to the pillow on the bed. Even when the nurses came in to check on him, and Wayne had left to get ready for work, the card had stayed there to help him through every bit of his hospital stay. It was a lifeboat in the vastness that was his hospital stay, contingent on how well nightmare-inducing monster wounds healed over the next few days. Even when everyone else had to go back to their own responsibilities, his secret admirer remained there for him. 

In the morning, he had a new visitor. 

“Eddie!” the familiar voice screeched as the boy sprinted into the room, quickly followed by a pair of white Nikes and another voice calling after the first, “Hey, no! He could be sleeping, don’t yell.”

 Nothing could ever prepare him for the speed at which Henderson rushed to his bedside, immediately wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. “You’re awake! You can’t scare us like that, Eddie, it’s not cool,” Dustin said after pulling from the hug. 

“Hey, couldn’t let Harrington be the only hero,” Eddie teased, sending a pointed look to the man standing in the doorway of the hospital room. “You can come in, I don’t bite. Or maybe I do now, d’you think this is how vampires are created?”

“You’re not a vampire,” Dustin scolded, though he was laughing too.

“You’re feeling better, Munson?” Steve asked when he finally moved away from the doorframe, eyes tracking the hospital bed like something might attack him if he dared turn away.

“I’m feeling about twenty pounds lighter,” Eddie teased, “I’d highly recommend the demobat diet.”

There was something so odd about making Steve Harrington laugh. The sound snorted out of him at first, like a burst of water from behind a dam as though he hadn’t truly intended to let it out in the first place. Then he’d seem to realize where he was, or rather, whom he was with, and then he’d grow red in the face and the laugh would peter out. Steve would wipe his hand over his mouth like he might be able to stuff the laugh right back in. 

Eddie found himself longing to hear the sound in all its glory. He’ll add that one on the checklist after ‘graduate from Hawkins High’ and ‘clear his name of murder’.

“You’re a hero, Eddie!” Dustin told him as if being able to read his thoughts. “Hopper and Owens’ team of freaky government people—no, I know, trust me—spent all weekend working on a story. No one thinks you’re a suspect.”

“Just like that? Some government suits wave their hands and I’m just fine?” Eddie questioned, instinctively looking to Steve for some kind of confirmation of what Dustin had said.

“Yeah. Some people in town aren’t taking it too well, but mostly...you’re free,” Steve confirmed, smiling brightly. 

Apparently, they’d told the town it was an earthquake and not the death of an interdimensional monster that had been created in Hawkin’s very own freaky ass lab. Wayne had been told a little of what happened after he’d questioned the whole cover story, but mostly they left it for Eddie to explain when he was ready. 

Though there was some damage to the town, it wasn’t enough to completely destroy the town’s functions. School was still continuing, and as much as the Party begged to stay home so they could visit Eddie, their parents said no. Dustin had wanted to come sooner, he’d told Eddie about four times the entire visit, but their lives were all hectic after the final battle.

It made sense, it did. It didn’t help Eddie’s loneliness in the moment, but he’d get through it. He was used to pushing through the tough moments on his own. 

“What’s that?” Dustin asked, not bothering to wait for approval before he was snatching the card from under Eddie’s pillow. “Birthday? I thought it was in November.”

“It is, you nosey little brat,” Eddie laughed, reaching out for the card again. “I’ll have you know, I have a secret admirer.”

“Seriously? Who is it?”

“If I knew that, they wouldn’t be very secret, would they?” Eddie said. “I don’t know. Went to high school with them. I’ll find them eventually, if they want me to.”

Dustin change the topics quickly when the idea of romance and secret love grew to be too boring for him. It was easy to listen to the kid talk, every once in awhile throwing in a comment that would reroute the conversation more often than not. It was nice, relaxing. If Eddie closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the Upside Down had never happened and he was sitting back at Hellfire Club with all of his friends.

Dustin stayed until Steve was reminding him of the curfew his mother had set for him. He’d hugged Eddie tight then hurried out of the room, leaving Steve to awkwardly raise a hand in goodbye with the promise to be back again soon.

Eddie hoped Steve kept his promise.

The birthday cards kept appearing. Eddie tried to stay awake to catch the suspect but time and again, he’d inevitably succumb to the pain medications pumped through the drip line, waking up to a new cheesy card. No one on the staff seemed to want to tell him who it was either, either saying they hadn’t seen anyone drop it off or that there’d been a handful of people his age who came to visit and it could’ve realistically been any one of them.

“I’m starting to think it’s a joke,” Eddie explained, setting the wooden box Wayne had brought over for the cards back on the side table. “Harrington, have you seen anyone else coming in here?”

That was the other odd change. Steve Harrington came to visit him nearly every day, even if it was a quick visit before or after his shift at the Family Video. He told Eddie it was because the others were busy with their families, and weren’t allowed out of the house after disappearing for a day and being accused of being in a cult, but Eddie couldn’t help but think it was because he was a hair lonely, too.

“Me? No, haven’t...haven’t seen whoever it is,” Steve answered, rubbing at the back of his neck and tugging at the hair there. “Do you have any ideas?”

“That’s the thing!” Eddie shouted, feeling the excitement building in him at the chance to talk about this with someone. No one else had seemed to understand the significance of it all, that they were more than just birthday cards but promises of something good and worthwhile being in Hawkins. It was the promise that, somewhere out there, someone had looked past all the rumors and dramatic gestures and had seen him. They’d seen him and wanted to stay.

Apparently, Steve Harrington understood it too. The Harrington-Wheeler breakup scandal had been well-known throughout the school, and it hadn’t been difficult to see the downward progression in the jock’s moods after the infamous scene—so it was easy to figure that Harrington understood deeply what it meant to not be wanted. 

“He doesn’t leave many clues. I know he graduated in ‘85 but that’s all I can figure out.” With little to do in the hospital, it had been the perfect time-consuming activity for Eddie to pour over each and every card, searching for anything that would tell him more about this person.

“How do you know it’s a ‘he’?” Steve asked, hands fidgeting with themselves in his lap. He’d said it out loud, hadn’t he? Eddie hadn’t meant to reveal his second theory, especially not to the King of Hawkins himself who might’ve once beaten him up for such a confession.

“The handwriting, mostly,” Eddie conceded. “Don’t worry, big boy, just ‘cause I like guys doesn’t mean I’ll come onto you too.”

“No! No, I know that Eddie, I do,” Steve rushed to correct, even lifting off the chair a little in his seriousness. “I—Shit, I’m...I like guys too. And girls. I just like people, I guess.”

There weren’t many things that could leave Eddie speechless. The time he saw Judas Priest in concert, the first time a guy had ever kissed him when they were high in his van, and now Steve Harrington telling him that he was bisexual. All Eddie could do was stare, even when Steve began to blush and curl his shoulders inward under the look. 

“It’s not that big a deal, man,” Steve tried to brush it off, rubbing at the back of his neck again as if to broadcast his nervousness.

“Jesus H. Christ, this is a huge deal, Steve!” Eddie shouted excitedly, moving as well as he could to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing the chair Steve was bent over in. “This is the hugest fucking deal. You, Steve “The Hair” Harrington, like to suck dick with the rest of us. You know what this means?”

“What does this mean?” Steve asked, with the sort of fond exasperated look that made Eddie want to take a picture and keep it close, forever. 

“It means you’re a certified, genuine freak!” Eddie cheered, hardly minding the strain in some of his healing wounds when he raised his arms in the air to cheer. “Welcome to the team, Stevie, how’s it feel?”

“Honestly?” Steve asked, tugging his hand through the front swoop of his hair. It was almost irritating how often he could stick his hands in the mop and still have it look devastatingly perfect. “It feels pretty good, man. If I’d known this is what it was like? I would’ve been a freak a long time ago.”

Then the man seemed to realize what they were talking about. He shook his head a little, head dipping like it was too much to make eye contact with Eddie at that moment. “Anyway, your secret note guy. You’re really serious about finding him?”

“He’s remembered to wish me a happy birthday every year for four years, Steve,” Eddie answered nearly immediately. “He remembers me, every year, and always takes time out of his day to let me know that. Of course, I want to find him.”

“But what if...what if he’s not what you’re expecting? What if you get disappointed?”

It was a possibility, Eddie supposed. It could end up being all a joke, or just someone who wanted to pay kindness to someone who needed it without really wanting any kind of relationship in the end. It could all still be a dream, too, and he’d wake up back in Hawkins High without having anyone in his corner. 

“As long as they’re real, I can’t be disappointed,” Eddie admitted, hoping it didn’t sound as cheesy or desperate as he felt.

They didn’t talk about his secret admirer again. Instead, they talked about plans after school and how all the kids were doing now that they knew with absolute certainty that this Upside Down shit was done for good. Steve stayed until sunset and one of the nurses came in to remind him that he still had to follow visiting hour rules too.

A week after the Upside Down, something went wrong.

They were calling it some kind of infection, and it had spread too quickly to stop it early. By the time they had any idea what was going on, Eddie was sweaty and gross, too out of it to understand anything. In brief flashes of consciousness, he thought he heard the staff telling Wayne that this was scary serious, that there was a chance he wouldn’t pull through after all.

It felt a little like he was on another planet, in those days when his body was fighting off some strange bacteria. There was no pain, no town of people to worry about when he recovered, just simple blissful nothingness.

And then he recovered. 

It was like a rope was connected to his belly button, yanking him harshly back into his body with a pained groan. They were clearly still pumping him full of pain medication, but the overwhelming soreness that came from days spent in a stiff hospital bed still hadn’t eased.

“Eddie? Are you awake?” a voice sniffed out to his left, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and hurried footsteps over to his side of the bed. “Eddie?”

The room was too bright, as always. He wished hospitals had a dimmer switch or at least some way to turn off the fucking lights that were clearly trying to blind every patient in the whole damn building. Eddie winced, blinking through the blurriness that came from having his eyes closed for however many days he’d been out. Still, he wasn’t wholly convinced that he wasn’t still out, considering the sight before him now.

Steve Harrington was on his knees by the bed, holding onto one of Eddie’s hands between both of his own like it was a lifeline. Those big brown doe eyes were glassy and full of tears, letting some of them slip down in glossy tracks down his cheeks. The sight reminded Eddie of those Greek paintings he’d seen on a field trip to a museum in middle school, where the tragic hero looked absolutely gorgeous in their complete and utter sorrow. He hadn’t understood at the time why anyone would want to capture people in their grief forever, but looking at Steve’s fragile expression now, he almost understood.

“God, Eddie, I thought you were gonna d—” Steve winced, cutting himself off before he could say the word they both were thinking.

“Hey, can’t get rid of me that easy,” Eddie chuckled, voice a little deeper and rougher from disuse. “Please don’t cry, Steve, I’m not worth all those tears.”

“Stop, please,” Steve suddenly begged, eyebrows drawing together in near frustration even as a new wave of tears fell over his lower eyelids. “I wish you’d stop talking about yourself like that.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie told him, shrugging his shoulders as best he could in bed. “It’s really okay.”

“It’s not okay, Eddie, it’s not!” Steve pressed, using his free hand to scrub harshly at the tears on his face before reaching behind him on the chair for something. “It’s not okay. You keep letting everyone around you act like you’re not the kindest, funniest, most badass person in all of Hawkins. Like, for some reason you don’t think you’re worth the effort either and that...that fucking sucks, man.”

Eddie’s pretty sure he died and went to some version of heaven, because after the kind of speech he thought only existed in the cheesy romance films Wayne liked to watch when he thought Eddie was asleep, Steve pulled out a birthday card.

A fucking birthday card. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but every time I try to talk I just mess it up,” Steve continued, holding out the card with a shaky hand for Eddie to take. “I’m no good with my words but...but I can do this, so...”

The inside of the card was filled to the brim with writing, the words as small as possible while still being legible. Eddie’s hands quivered as he tried to read, having to rest the card on the bed finally to make it even possible for him to focus.

Happy birthday, gorgeous.

I know your birthday is November 5th, but somehow I can only find the courage to tell you how I feel in these cards.

It was an accident, the first time. I meant to put it in Tina’s locker next to yours, and then even worse I forgot to sign it. But maybe it was for the best I had because you never would have thought it was something good if you’d known it was me, back then. I wasn’t going to do it again, but I saw that smile when you read it. I saw it when you opened your locker days later, I saw how your entire face would soften like it was the most prized possession you’d ever had, and I knew then I was hooked.

I looked forward to November every year after that. I wanted to be the one to make you smile, to bring you some sort of happiness. There was so much I wanted that I never thought I could have, but most of all it was you. I wanted to know everything about you, wanted to see what you kept hidden away from everyone else in the school. I wanted to know who Eddie Munson was.

And hell, I did. The Upside Down never did anything good, but maybe just this once I can say something good came out of being involved: I got to know you. 

Then you almost died, Eddie. Twice. You almost died twice and I thought I’d never get the chance to tell you everything. I thought you’d die never knowing that you’re the most radiant person I know, and that every moment I get to spend with you I feel like the luckiest person on Earth. 

I really like you, Eddie, and I knew maybe from the moment I first saw that smile that I would love you too. 

Eddie read over the words once, twice, three times as if to make sure they actually existed and wouldn’t change on him. It didn’t seem real that after all this time, it was Steve who’d been his hope for so long. It was Steve Harrington who’d been able to see right through him from the start and didn’t run from what he saw. It was Steve Harrington who was the first person who made him feel entirely capable of being loved in that way.

“What the fuck,” Eddie hissed out, fingers running gently over the words like that might help him take them in better. “Steve, what the hell.”

The slight crumple in Steve’s expression should’ve clued Eddie into how his statement was perceived, but all he could do was stare with wild eyes at the man who’d just poured his heart out to him. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie. It doesn’t have to mean anything, we can pretend it didn’t happen. But I needed you to know, I just needed you to know,” Steve hurried out, the tears beginning to build being the only thing that snapped Eddie out of his complete shock.

“Like hell, we can pretend,” Eddie returned just as quickly, “I don’t wanna pretend. Stevie, you...it was you.”

“It was me...surprise,” Steve said, voice lilting oddly like it was dripping with every ounce of self-deprecation that existed in the man.

“Steve, I really want to kiss you but I can’t move, help me out?”

It was Eddie’s turn to shock Steve then. He nearly laughed at the way Steve’s eyes widened impossibly further, eyebrows reaching as far up his forehead as they’d go. Even his lips parted at the statement, leaving him looking like he might combust if Eddie said another word. 

Then, all at once, Steve was rushing to his feet and leaning over the bed. Large hands were grabbing at either side of Eddie’s face and Steve’s lips were pressed to his own. He was gentle at first, hesitant to give Eddie time to back away from the move. When no such thing happened, Steve pressed harder, one hand moving further back to tangle in Eddie’s unruly hair. 

It was magical and impossible and absolutely glorious all at once. Eddie never wanted the kiss to stop, wanted to remain in this moment for however long the universe would allow him to.

He’d blame the breathlessness and the shock for what he said after.

“It’s November 7th. My birthday, it’s November 7th.”

Steve was still leaning over him, face so close Eddie had to go slightly cross-eyed to focus on him. The proximity allowed him to see every minute change in Steve’s face as the confusion set in, however. The little wrinkle between his eyebrows, the slight downturn to his lips as he thought about what Eddie had said.

“But...I gave the first one to you on the 5th. You knew I was getting your birthday wrong and it never upset you?”

Eddie shrugged a little. “It was close enough.”

“Well,” Steve started, laughing as he tossed the latest birthday card toward the end of the bed so he wouldn’t crush it as he leaned further onto the bed. “I’ll get it right this year, gorgeous, I promise.”

“You better, I’m looking forward to it,” Eddie teased through the burning feeling that washed over his cheeks. 

Their second kiss was somehow even better than the first, as magical as Eddie’d been dreaming about for years. 

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[prettybillycore]

today was one of the shitty days I’ve had in 2023, but I wanted to share the light of my day with y’all.

I have been looking for Billy’s pop figure (#640) for 4 years. It’s always been super expensive online ($84+) so I’ve never been able to find it. Today, I stopped in a local bookstore with my friend and my partner, and there he was; for $35.69.

here he is! in all his beauty

I’m sorry today went so badly, but at least this one good thing came out of it.

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Last Sentence Tag Game

Was tagged by @ihni last week and am finally getting around to it 🙈but better late than never. Thank you for the tag.

rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

"My real name's Eugene," Eddie admits when Billy plunges under the water looking for an escape. "I go by Eddie because the kids at the orphanage used to make fun of it except Billy, but his first name is Wilbur, so it would be a real pot and kettle situation." Eddies ramble. Billy comes up from the water just in time to glare at him.

Tagging if they want to participate @yikesharringrove, @rascheln, @billyharringson, @adelacreations, @welikeclownsinthishouse, @billyharringson,@ghostlynimbus, obviously I'm not tagging as many words as there are, join in if you want.

[rindecisions]

Come and Get Me by @rindecisions

Words: 28,218

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, Calvin Powell, Phil Callahan, Robin Buckley

Tags: Sports AU, Boxing, Kickboxing, Threesome, Smut, Fisting, Comedy, Slight Crack, Light-Hearted, Sexual Tension, Homoerotic Sparring

Summary:

A pulp fiction style sports AU full of sexual tension, underground bouts, and one-night stands that put Steve, Billy, and Eddie in borderline crack-like situations.

Beta: Anonymous

Cheerleader: @sunflowerharrington

Art by @waldos-art

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Created for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

[tittie-lattes]

I’m Just Dying to Be Him (18+)

Pairing: bottom/sub!Steve x top/dom!Billy x switch/sub!Eddie

Summary: While Steve and Billy are in the midst of a rendez-vous in the woods, none other than Eddie Munson catches them, and maybe he watches longer than he should. 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and a fight. 18+ smut: anal sex, sir kink?, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome (technically) and cum eating. (Eddie’s a perv in this but for now, Billy and Steve will allow it.)

Word Count: 2001

A/N: For my C1 square “Accidental Voyeurism” for @billyhargrovebingo and A3 Square “secret desire” for @harringroveson-bingo . Title taken from the second verse of “Sugar We’re Goin’ Down” by Fall Out Boy. Tbh, the minute a title of a fic I write isn’t inspired by a song will be the day we’re in the apocalypse. As always, kisses to @writer-in-theory for hyping me up and being the best beta reader. <3

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IF YOU CLICK "KEEP READING" YOU ARE ACKNOWLEDGING THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE AND ARE AWARE OF THE CONTENT WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE.

Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington were the rivalry of the century. Steve was the reigning king of Hawkins, the keg king, the most sought after guy in town… until Hargrove moved into town. After that, Billy managed to snatch every golden crown from Steve’s head and make him look like just another ordinary guy. It started with an argument in the locker room after everyone had left the showers.

“Every time you speak, my brain gets angry,” Steve shouts, smacking the handle of the shower into the off position. Billy was still washing the suds from his blonde locks and simply looked at Steve, amused, which seemed to piss Harrington off more. 

“What?” he grumbles, taking a towel to dry the water droplets from his chest.

Billy shuts the water off and steps into Steve’s space, gently pushing his shoulder, walking them backwards until Steve’s back is pressed against the chilly tiles. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, murmuring, “Maybe so, but it would seem your body is very attracted to me.”

Steve glares at Billy, ignoring the way the blood rushed straight to his cock with Billy’s mouth just mere inches away from  his own. His eyes flicker over Billy’s face and he groans, “fuck it,” just before practically crashing their lips together. It’s all teeth and tongue, but it’s steamy and probably the hottest thing he’s ever felt. Billy’s grasping at his waist, his ass, his thighs, and Steve can not stop from moaning, despite the potential of someone walking in. 

Billy breaks the kiss far too soon for Steve’s liking and he smirks, brushing his thumb along Steve’s lower lip, “Meet me in the woods by the Quarry tonight, we can pick up where we left off.”

And that was how Steve found himself being bent over the front of the Camaro that night.

Just nearby, Eddie Munson was closing out a drug sale to some guy on the swim team. Normally he would have done this near the picnic bench behind the school, but the guy seemed too nervous and felt like doing it at night in the middle of the woods. It felt more suspicious, but his wallet was forty dollars fuller. Though, just as he was about to open the door to his van, a drawn out groan caught his attention, and against his better judgment, Eddie decided to go investigate. 

Eddie furrowed his brows, slowly navigating the brush as he got closer to the noise. The first thing he could see was a familiar burgundy BMW and blue Camaro. What the hell were Harrington and Hargrove doing out here, let alone out here together? They were rivals, the talk of the school, of the town. He could hear a loud grunt, making his heart rate pick up. Were they fighting? Poor Harrington. He lost in a fight to Jonathan Byers, how was he going to fare against Billy Hargrove?

“Fuck!” Eddie just barely picked up on Harrington’s voice above the blood rushing in his ears. He inched closer to the cars, not wanting to make a sound yet. If this was a fight, he wanted the advantage. He caught a glimpse of Hargrove’s golden locks illuminated in the moonlight.

“Shut up, Harrington,” Hargrove grunted, followed by the sound of a slap. 

Oh, boy.

Eddie moved even closer, so he could see just what was going on between the two cars. He expected to see Harrington beaten bloody on the ground, not bent over the hood of Hargrove’s precious Camaro, Hargrove’s fist in his chestnut locks, tugging his head back as he thrust his cock into his ass. 

“Billy, please,” Steve gasped, clenching his fists, as there was nothing for him to grab on to. Billy’s cock stretched him out perfectly, hit all the right spots, and all Steve wanted to do was watch Billy’s face, see the way he scrunched his eyebrows and set his jaw. 

Billy could not conceal the smirk, he knew the effect he had on the fallen king. He slapped Steve’s asscheek again and jerked his head back a little more, “please, what?”

Eddie knew he should walk away, but god damn, there was something about the scene before him. Without even realizing it, he was palming himself over his jeans, stifling a gasp. At this moment, he did not know if he was more jealous of Harrington or Hargrove.

The sound heard next was something akin to a cry, enough to make any guy cream his pants, “please, sir,” Steve licked at his drying lips and reached back to grasp Billy’s hand, “Wa- Wanna see you,” Steve whined, making the tent in Eddie’s pants harden even more.

Billy smirked, pulling out of Steve long enough for the man to lay on his back against the Camaro. He grabbed ahold of Steve’s legs, lifting them up to rest on either of his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his right calf.

“What do you think they’d say if they found out you were such a cock slut for me, huh?” Billy’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he grabbed ahold of his cock with his other hand and slowly slid back into Steve’s ass before grabbing hold of his muscular thighs.

Steve gasped, head falling back against the cool hood of Billy’s car as Billy bottomed out into him. 

“Ah, shit,” he grasped at Billy’s hand, fingertips turning white from the grip, “do not care.”

Eddie carefully unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling his cock out. He wrapped a fist around it, stroking it slowly as he imagined he was fucking Harrington’s little asshole. Fuck, this was filthy. Eddie put his free hand over his mouth, stifling any noises threatening to spill from his lips. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should just get the hell out of there and rub one out in his van or wait until he got back to the trailer, but this was doing far more for him than his imagination could ever.

There were so many times after Steve and Billy had it out for each other during basketball days in gym class, Eddie would go home and jerk off to the thought. He would close his eyes and picture being above Steve like that, the pretty boy sweaty and frustrated, and whining. Meanwhile, beside them was Billy pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Eddie’s shoulder while he went down on Steve. 

But now? He could be ashamed later. This is the next best thing and he can commit this scene to memory forever. He pumped his cock in time with Billy’s thrusts and it felt so good, too good, in fact. Just as Eddie was about to cum, his stomach sank for a completely different reason. Billy Hargrove’s baby blues were staring into his own. Eddie’s fist stilled, orgasm running for the hills. Fuck.

He quickly shoves his cock back into his underwear and prepares to run, but before he does, Billy winks at him. He fucking winks. 

Billy only smirks, bending down to capture Steve’s lips in a kiss. It was not sweet and tender, but sloppy and desperate, showing Eddie what he could not have. He stops thrusting into Steve, causing him to let out a lewd whine. He then whispers something to Steve that Eddie can not hear. Steve startles a bit, looking around until his eyes land on Eddie hiding behind the brush of the woods. 

Double fuck.

Steve turns back to Billy, nodding slowly. For what, Eddie has no idea. 

“Hey Munson, c’mere,” Billy calls out, tone commanding. 

Great. Either Eddie faces the consequences of his own actions right this moment, by getting scolded for watching, beat up, or both, or he just waits until tomorrow at school. Well. Best get it over with, then. 

“God dammit,” Eddie mutters, walking out from behind the brush to the clearing where Hargrove and Harrington were parked, “Look, I’m-”

Billy interrupts him with a tsk, merely beckoning him over with a motion of his hand, “I said come here. Do not make me ask again.”

Eddie picks up the pace and walks over to Billy, pretending the blush on his cheeks does not exist. He’s mortified he got caught, but something about it being by Billy Hargrove made it worse. He was dead meat. “You wanna watch so badly, all ya had to do was ask,” Billy snaps his hips forward, making Steve gasp, “Wanna watch me fuck Stevie here?”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and simply nods, not trusting his voice. Billy seems satisfied enough with his answer and begins thrusting into Steve again, working himself back up to his previous rhythm. He grunts, ready to cum with the way Steve keeps clenching around him. 

Steve peers into Billy's eyes, moaning with each thrust, each one getting more broken. Eddie bites his lip and tilts his head a little to watch the way Billy’s cock keeps disappearing into Steve’s ass. It’s a wonder how Steve takes the whole thing. 

“You wanna touch him, Munson?” Billy hums, feeling himself get closer to his own climax, as he watches Steve’s face scrunch tighter with each passing moment, “That okay with you, baby?”

Steve nods his head, reaching out to dig his fingertips into Billy’s hands as they held onto his thighs, “Jerk me off, Munson.”

Eddie did not have to be told twice. He stepped closer, taking Steve’s cock in his hand. It was pretty, just like him- shaven, smooth, and pink. Eddie jerked Steve off slowly at first, not wanting to overstimulate him so quickly. What an experience it was, though, watching King Steve be fucked like this, watching him slowly fall apart by the hands of Billy Hargrove and Eddie “the freak” Munson.

“Fuck! Don’t- don’t stop,” Steve moans loudly, head falling back against the hood of the car, knowing damn well he was spurring Billy on. Eddie’s own cock was straining against his pants more than it already was. Watching this up close? This was going to ruin his porn mags forever. Seeing the way Steve’s cheeks were pink, feeling his warm, leaking cock in his hand, and seeing each and every little mole that kissed his skin. Then Billy… his tone, tanned chest he always galivanted around gym class, his thick cock fucking Steve Harrington senseless. 

Eddie whimpered quietly as Steve came undone beneath them. He shuttered, spilling cum all over Eddie’s hand, clenching around Billy’s cock. Billy was close behind, grunting for a few more thrusts before stilling as he moaned lowly. He pulled out of Steve, cum seeping out of Steve’s ass. Eddie lets go of Steve, ready to wipe Steve’s cum on the hem of his shirt, but Billy catches his wrist. 

“You’re gonna be filthy, you’re gonna act the part,” Billy smirks, “lick up every. last. drop.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, but he complies, licking up Steve’s warm release, his dark eyes boring into Billy’s. 

“Good. Now fuck off, if I catch you pulling a stunt like this again, I’ll pound you until you’re seeing stars. Got it?”

Eddie nods stiffly and scurries off, disappearing into the brush to head back to his van. He was most certainly going to jerk off the moment he got to his van. Billy glares at his disappearing form and finally pulls out of Steve, cock slowly softening. Steve whines at the loss of contact and reaches out for Billy, pulling him in for a needy kiss. 

“Christ on a cross, it’s not everyday you learn somethin’ new ‘bout yourself,” he mumbles, climbing up onto the car so he could lay between Steve’s thighs while they made out. Steve made a non-committal noise, but he was not registering words, still in the post-orgasm haze.  Tonight was certainly a new discovery. Billy was more less trying to psych Munson out, he hadn’t expected the sex to be that much hotter. They may just have to invite Munson to join more often.

NSFW: Masterlist

SFW: Masterlist

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Billy Hargrove Bingo Masterlist

[weird-an]

“Move,” he barks at Eddie. But you see, Eddie has been barked at and shouted orders at for all his life. They came from his dad, his teachers, his classmates, social services for a while and these weird Christian missionaries who sometimes wait in front of the record store. It doesn’t work. An order bumps off him, makes him angry sometimes if it’s coming from the wrong person. This? Billy trying to make him do something? It amuses him.

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[gregre369]

I have a Terrible head cannon that Steve’s parents were killed season 3 by the mind flayer.

But Steve doesn’t know this because they’re almost never home and he didn’t realize they had been in town when it happened.

[krystenreader]

I am such a sucker for fanfiction with this "rumors about my death are greatly exaggerated" trope. Especially when it was a big fight before and now the miraculously alive hero is chased by his/her partner who us desperate and in love.

Like these fics with Tony/Steve or Tony/Bucky and Charles/Erik or Stiles/Derek and Merlin/Arthur or Harry/Draco.

[eggcompany]

Enamel Veins Part 1

What is Steve to do? He's just a man living in the middle of nowhere with a horny werewolf during his mating season and a vampire that's more jumpy than a busted spring. Billy just wants to be taken care of, knotted, and knot his mates. Eddie wants to be cuddled. And Steve? Steve just wants his freaks to be happy and healthy.

Plus he loves seeing Billy calm and quiet, mind silenced by a good fucking.

Steve didn’t expect it. Though what did he expect these days. 

He’d pulled his boyfriend and the hottest thing to ever come to Hawkins out of hell itself, uprooted all their lives, and fled to Alaska. ‘Expected’ wasn’t something he anticipated. 

Especially not when he lived with a werewolf who had mood swings worse than a hypoglycemic pregnant insomniac and a vampire who’d developed an anxiety disorder so bad they had to soundproof the house. 

Expected was not a word in Steve’s vocabulary anymore. 

Not when he walked in and was hit with ear shattering screeching coming from Eddie. 

Steve ran toward the sound, toward the living room, the vaulted ceilings making the screaming that much louder. 

“Steve! Help me! Fuck off, you slobbery fucker! Steve!” Eddie creamed as Steve cleared the threshold to the room. Eddie was clinging to the ceiling, naked and marked lighty from what looked like bites. Steve caught the way the vampire’s nails and toe nails dug into the ceiling, trying to keep away from the swipes of Billy’s claws each time the werewolf jumped. Billy was growling, teeth bared, cock hard and red between his thighs, he reached for Eddie, claws inches from his milky back. 

“What’s going on?” Steve asked and Billy whipped around, eyes glowing aqua. It was kinda hot. Especially since he stopped shaving and let the blonde curls cover his chest down to his waistband. His canines were large, menacing, and piercing eyes were glowing blue, something less than human shifting and bright under his skin. Billy’s chest heaved up and down with each of his panting breaths. 

“Make him fuck me again” Billy demanded, pointing up at Eddie, who crawled over the ceiling, long limbs holding onto the drywall by his nails. He didn’t weigh much so the pin pricks were minimal. 

The vampire dropped down behind Steve, hiding himself behind Steve’s body, unashamed of his nudity but nervous. 

“He fucking knotted me without telling me! I was stuck to him for an hour! He bit me!” Eddie squawked and pulled Steve’s shoulders to show the bloodless mark on his neck, clear tooth marks slow to heal. He could bite Eddie and leave a mark but it would last a minute. Billy broke skin and left marks for hours. And Eddie was covered . 

A growl rocked through the room. Billy was standing there, hair standing up on his arms and teeth bared. A rabid dog, out of its own head, in need. 

“Mating season. I’m mating him.” Billy growled low and rolling, like he was trying to intimidate Steve. It didn’t work. Steve just looked tired, raising an eyebrow as his hands found his hips. A ‘mom’ stance as his friends back home called it. 

“Now tell him to let me do it again.” Billy said, voice breaking as he pulled back from under Steve’s gaze. It was a whiney, bratty voice. Once that was often bouncing through the house. 

Steve had gotten used to that voice. Billy was a brat. He wanted steaks so he stomped his feet when Steve said they were having burgers for dinner. He wanted to roll in the dirt and he pouted and acted out when Steve said they needed to keep clean. Billy wanted to chew on shoes and Steve gave him chew toys that he threw across the room. He was a bratty spoiled dog. Steve was used to it, letting it roll off his back. 

Eddie however wasn’t so patient. 

“No! You stupid slobbery fuckstick!” Eddie screeched over Steve’s shoulder. 

Eddie was all edgy and squeaky. Jumpy. With his pointy ears and pointer teeth. He got scared of light until he figured out that sunscreen kept him safe but his eyes were sensitive. His eyes were pitch red brown now and his feet moved quicker than regular people and his strength was impressive. Stronger than Billy sure but not by much. Billy could lift a car but Eddie could pick one up. Billy could get to the liquor store in two minutes Eddie could be there and back in two and a half. He was quieter now, letting his voice be heard in other ways.

He was beautiful and perfect but he was spun up. He was hissing mad, pointing one sharp nailed finger at the werewolf. 

“Okay, okay, okay. You go put on some underwear.” Steve said and pointed at Eddie, having noticed his soft cock was just out . Eddie huffed, calming down as he looked into Steve’s eyes, grounding himself. Swallowing once before nodding, calming down, giving Steve’s hand a squeeze before he slipped down the hall toward the bedroom and then the bathroom. 

Steve then pointed at Billy, who looked down guilty. 

“And you, you better go sit on my bed and get ready. Chasing Eddie around like he’s a mouse. Bad dog Billy. Bad dog.” Steve said, anger rolling in his chest. Billy huffed and stomped his food down. 

“No! I need it! Steve, it’s my mating season I-I need it, I really do.” Billy said as tears welled up in his eyes. He felt all itchy inside and his cock ached to be buried in the soft warmth of Eddie's ass and his own hole was damp with need. It was agony and Steve wasn’t getting it. 

Steve marched up to him, roughly taking his chin between his fingers. The skin there freshly shaved and smooth. He squeezed hard, making sure Billy felt the line he was about to cross. “Go get on the bed or I’ll put you in your kennel and leave you there.” Steve said and Billy stomped again. He let out a while and shoved Steve’s hands away, looking at the floor as he heard Eddy come back into the room. Steve thought it would be okay but then Billy was jumping forward, lunging toward the vampire.

“That’s it!” Steve yelled and grabbed the back of Billy’s neck, making the blonde go limp where he was inches away from Eddie. Eddie huffed and went back to the bathroom, hiding behind a locked door. 

Billy whimpered and looked at Steve with big eyes. Steve started shoving him toward their bedroom. 

It was something they had learned out of desperation. Pinching the nerves at the back of Billy’s neck. It was like an off switch for everything except those puppy eyes and his whining. But Steve had more willpower, not crumbling under those sparkling ocean eyes. 

“You think you can throw a tantrum and try to hurt Eddie? No. You’re just a spoiled dog. Dumb puppy. Stupid bitchy puppy. Stay down.” Steve finished and threw Billy onto the bed, shoving extra roughly. The blonde stumbled and crawled onto the bed, sitting in the center. Steve went to the drawers beside their closet, pulling out a pair of thick leather cuffs, with a heavy chain between them, and a solid spreader bar. 

He turned back to face Billy, tears rolling down the wolf’s face already as guilt cut through his foggy mind. Steve’s anger melted away with those tears, he was… disappointed , in the wolf, but not so angry. 

He grabbed Billy’s wrists, setting the bar and cuffs on the bed, and pulled until Billy was belly down on the bed, head at the foot of the bed and his wrists were pulled out in front of him. He took the cuffs, wrapping the leather around each wrist before threading the chain through the bars of the footboard. 

Steve climbed onto the bed, kicking his shoes off to the floor. He looked over Billy’s body, enjoying the view of his muscular back and arms down to his waist and thick hips, thick thighs and hairy legs. Steve shook his head, such a pretty thing but so naughty. 

“If I can’t trust you to behave anymore, I'll have to lock you in your kennel while I’m not home.” Steve said as he locked the straps of the spreader around Billy’s knees, securing the bar between them. It left nothing hidden, exposing Billy’s soft parts. Steve loved it when the wolf couldn’t close his legs or pull away. But the way his body was stretched forward… Steve reached over the side of the bed, dragging the heavy wedge pillow from under the bed. 

"Hate the kennel." Billy grumbled, slightly muffled from where his face was shoved into the bed. 

The kennel was actually almost a third of the basement, with its own bathroom and it was covered in plush rugs and mats, had a tv, bean bags, blankets and a couch. There was a big basket of chew toys and stuffed animals that Billy liked to cuddle with and hump. The only thing that made it special was the bulletproof glass windows, reinforced door, and locked from the outside with a heavy sliding lock. 

It was for Billy’s own safety as well as everyone else’s. Sometimes Billy needed to be… isolated. Kept from the world as he raged, as he ran from the horrors he’d seen, when he wanted revenge. A soft, cushiony, cuddly landing pad for when he crashed out. 

Steve shook his head. Spoiled. 

"Ass up Billy" Steve said and watched the wolf wiggle around to be on his knees, the bar making it more difficult but Steve didn’t offer any assistance. Steve shoved the pillow under Billy, pulling his swollen red cock to lie on the flat side of the pillow, pointing down to the bed. He noticed the swollen base, a slight roundness. Steve knew it was his knot still desperate to catch in a nice tight hole. 

Billy whined, desperate, and looked at Steve over his shoulder. 

"Please Steve" Billy begged, hips bucking forward for a little friction. Steve hummed and stripped out of his work clothes. His hostess shirt and slacks getting shoved away along with his socks. His underwear got pulled off and stuffed in front of Billy. He knew Billy was a panty raider, hungry for the smell that rolled off Steve after a day at work. 

"Yeah, you like that don’t you, nasty mutt." Steve said darkly as he watched Billy's cock twitch and leak as the wolf pulled the briefs into his mouth, spit dampening them. Billy let out a long moan, low and growling. His body trying to fuck into the pillow but unable to. 

Steve's own cock was ready, hard as soon as he saw Billy all revved up. It was easy to fuck the blonde. He was always up for a shag, up to be bent over and fucked. But now, freshly fucked only to have his desperation doubled, he was irresistible. Dumb and desperate, pearly canines piercing holes into the dirty fabric of Steve’s underwear, he was an image . 

And that only got more intoxicating when Steve looked down at the darker blonde hair that covered Billy’s hold, realizing why Billy was just so needy. 

"Are you wet for me baby? You're really in heat huh? My little bitch in heat?" Steve taunted, fingers easily slipping into the wet channel of Billy's body. It wasn't a frequent thing, Billy being wet. 

He'd only seen it twice, once when they had been working Billy over with a flesh light and a vibrator while him and Eddie fucked, and once when Eddie had been feeding off him. 

Steve wasn't a fan of letting Eddie bite him. Sure he let him, of course he did, there were a few small scars on his thigh from letting Eddie have a treat for sucking him off, but Billy? Billy loved it. He wouldn't pass out like Steve if Eddie took too much. Eddie could get a fill of tangy blood from Billy and the werewolf would just be hard and ready for Eddie to sit on his prick. 

But it got the werewolf all colors of hot and heavy. 

The one time Eddie was sick, the blood bank bags and raw meat wasn't helping, he took more than too much from Billy and the werewolf was left whimpering and wet. It was perfect. 

Billy moaned and tried to push back on Steve's fingers, his nerves on high alert, sparking with each shift. Steve smiled and pulled himself out of his own memories and eased his fingers in and out of Billy, enjoying the slick easy slide. 

"Please Steve! I need it, I need it!" Billy sobbed out, body shivering as he was given enough to make his ache worsen, body craving what was being teased. His hole clenched up and a drool of precum dripped to the bed, swell of his knot thickening by the second. Steve hummed and pulled his fingers away, watching the slick stretch between his fingers. 

"I guess I can fuck you, if you behave." Steve said teasingly as he knelt up, getting his knees over the spreader bar so he could press close to Billy’s body. He smiled as he lined up, easily slipping into the slick channel his fingers had just been in. He couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped from his lips as he bottomed out. Billy’s own groan was long and low, almost relieved as his body accepted Steve’s cock. But there was a twisting ache where his knot was, left without any pressure. 

Steve grabbed his hips, enjoying the dip of Billy's back, the little dimples there, before pulling back and slamming back into him roughly. It struck a muffled cry from the wolf, his claws carving into the bed’s edge as he struggled for something to hold onto. 

There wasn't any mercy, Steve fucked Billy roughly, quick and sharp, groaning as the blonde screamed into the bed. He felt the stress of the day, the worry, the last threads of anger and frustration, melt away with each ruthless thrust. The sound was loud, bodies hitting each other loudly. 

Eddie came into the bedroom, dressed in his thick socks and a pair of boxer briefs. He watched, eyes finding Steve's, as he leaned against the door frame. He licked his fangs, just watching until he cleared his throat.

"He scared me. Didn't hurt me. Just... got freaked when there was a knot in me and I couldn't move. He's a good boy." Eddie explained to Steve, voice even and calm as he walked up to scratch at Billy's head. Sharp nails on the wolf’s scalp causing him to moan louder, especially when Eddie pulled his hair, grabbing a fistful of golden curls and pulling so Billy’s face was up from the bed. Eddie smiled and squatted down to see Billy's wrecked face, tears and snot running down it with  drool leaking from his mouth. 

"Pretty thing." Eddie whispered and kissed Billy's forehead, inciting a loud moan, hands jerking where they were secured down. The vampire stood, watching their bodies move violently back and forth, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the room, Billy's whines and Steve's groans like music to Eddie's ears. 

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, ready to have it Billy?" Steve asked as his rhythm lost and he fucked deeply into Billy. The blonde shook head, body clenching up, shaking as he struggled. 

"My knot, please, need something on it, it hurts " Billy begged, voice broken and used. Steve huffed and looked at Eddie where he was leaning against the dresser, eyes stuck to Billy's face. Steve groaned and bit the inside of his mouth to stave off his orgasm for a few more seconds. 

"Eddie, the fleshlight, don't slick it up" Steve gritted out, hips grinding into Billy. He watched Eddie hum and dig through the toys for the neutral clear silicone hole. He handed it over to Steve, going back to watching the show. The human leaned over Billy's back, digging the blonde's face into the bed, teeth catching the shell of his ear. 

"You don't fucking deserve this." Steve bit out, shoving the cold silicone over the werewolf's hot cock, all the way down over his knot. Steve bucked a few more times as Billy screamed out, cumming deep within him. 

Steve shoved himself up, keeping his cock deep in the blonde, catching his breath. Billy hummed and was limp, sweat cooling on his skin as his hole tightened up, trying to catch the knot that would never be given to him. 

"Don't pull out. Please Steve, I need it in me. Everything hurts." Billy whimpered over his shoulder, eyes blown and unfocused, hands shaking. Steve petted over his side, trying to calm him down. 

Eddie dug through the drawers once again, humming lowly, offering something to break the silence. 

"You want us to plug you up puppy?" Eddie said as he got back down on Billy's level, combing through his hair. Billy sniffled and nodded, a tiny jerk of his head. Eddie leaned forward and kissed him, open mouthed and tongue filled. Steve couldn't see but by the way Billy whimpered and then moaned, Eddie had bit his lip, suckled on it.

“Apology accepted” Eddie said as he pulled away handing Steve one of their larger plugs, a big black silicone bulb. Steve looked over it, giving Eddie a glance. The vampire just nodded and kept a hand petting through Billy’s sweaty hair. 

Steve pulled out, his cum dripping along with him. Billy screamed, a ripped noise, pulling at his restraints, thrashing around. 

Steve shushed him, one hand holding his hip tightly, and worked the plug in till the base sat against his rim, bulb hidden inside of the puppy. Billy calmed, body only giving the occasional twitch or jerk when Steve twisted the plug. Eddie pulled the blonde into more kisses, humming as he sucked a few drops of blood from the cut on his lip that was healing quickly. 

Steve watched, coming down from his own orgasm. He loved them. Freaks. He watched as Billy melted into the kisses, eyes lazily closed, mouth barley attempting to keep up with Eddie’s. 

"Feel better?" Steve asked, hand petting up and down Billy’s back, the muscles there defined and bulking. He liked digging his thumb into those muscles, feeling them give way. The blonde nodded and Eddie let go of his face, pulling away. 

“A little" Billy said quietly as Eddie climbed onto the big bed, shoving himself into Steve’s lap. Eddie kissed Steve, careful not to nick him with his fangs. Snuggling into his hairy chest and ignoring his wet cock that was limp now. 

“He really didn’t hurt me. Just freaked me out. He’s not right, I can smell it on him." Eddie said, voice echoing in Steve’s head rather than flowing into his ears. Steve hummed and nodded. Eddie did that alot, talking to them separately with his power, saying what needed to be said without causing a commotion.

"Baby what’s wrong, how do we help you?" Steve asked, kneading the tense muscles in the back of Billy’s legs. The wolf just huffed as his hips swiveled, thrusting into the flesh light and clenching onto the plug.

"Everything h-hurts, I don’t know what to do. Feel like I’m getting ripped apart again… Hungry. So fucking hungry." Billy bit out, voice watery like he was on the verge of crying once again. He was twisting up, his emotions getting tangled and mixing till all he felt was hurt and starvation. Steve thought about it for a second, thinking how to be gentle. 

"Are you going to attack Eddie if we undo the cuffs and the bar?" Steve asked, quiet and calm, even as Eddie was already pushing himself up and over Billy’s back, reaching for the cuffs while covering the wolf’s back. Billy shook his head and looked over his shoulder at Eddie. They were so close, chest to back, legs touching where Eddie’s underwear ended. 

"I’m sorry Eddie, ‘m really sorry" He said and tears pricked his eyes once again. Eddie leaned down and kissed him, kissed at his neck and shoulders too as the cuffs were loosened but kept on the bars. Eddie pulled at his wrists, easing them out of the leather. 

"I know, honey. I know you didn’t mean to scare me. Just a dumb dog aren’t you?" Eddie asked as Billy was being eased onto his back. The plug jostled inside of him, making him whimper as he nodded, arms reaching out to pull Eddie down for a hug. 

"I’m sorry Eddie, ’m sorry, ‘m ‘rry" Billy said as he turned into a crying mess, words getting more and more garbled as he cried harder into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie shushed him, petting at his side, pressing soft kisses to his face. He pulled away, sitting up beside the dog, holding Billy’s hands kissing across his knuckles.

"Do you want to make it up to me? For spooking me?" Eddie offered quietly, breath dancing across the rough pads of the wolf’s hands. Billy nodded his head, eyes stuck on the vampire’s. 

"Eat dinner with that nice plug in, and then after, while Steve hooks you up to the machine, you suck me off. Nice and slow, get your tummy full and have my cum for dessert. Deal?" Eddie said, voice low and rough, dipping down into something that sent shivers down Billy’s back. The blonde’s eyes went wide as he nodded, letting out a breath that almost sounded like a ‘ please’ . 

“Yeah, that's our good dog." Eddie praised, combing through Billy’s hair, enjoying the silky strands before shooting Steve a look over his shoulder.  

Steve swallowed at the look on Eddie’s face. Radiant red in his eyes, something so inhuman with him smiling, teeth poking out over his bottom lip. It was a look that always brought on a long night. 

Steve nodded and stepped off the bed to pull on a pair of sleep pants and make dinner. They would need the carbs, the fuel to satisfy whatever was wrong with Billy. He heard the praises and apologizes get swapped between them, soft and gentle. They were okay. 

So Steve left to the kitchen, to pull out the meat from their fridge and get a pot of water to boil potatoes. 

Billy loved nothing more than red centered steaks and mashed potatoes with lots of butter. And Eddie liked cold raw steaks cut into small cubes. And Steve liked regular food and making his boyfreaks happy.

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Harringroveson Bones and All

For @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events Day 7 (and technically 9) Romance Movie/Horror Movie, Bones and All (2022)

Billy Hargrove always knew he was different from most people. His father never let him forget it. There was something *wrong* with him. Something he couldn't control. Billy was nine when he realized why his father looked at him like he was a monster.

It was a boy on his little league team. Joey Sandavol. They were walking home together when the other boy fell on the sidewalk and scraped his knee. Billy could smell the blood before he saw it. He watched the boy wince as he brought his leg up to his chest with a pained groan. That's when he felt it. An overwhelming hunger. Billy couldn't stop himself, his body lunging at the other boy as he buried his teeth in Joey's leg. He screamed, but Billy didn't care as he ripped into flesh and pulled. Blood was everywhere as things began to blur.

When he came to again, Billy was home. He sat on the couch in the living room as he heard his parents arguing in the kitchen. Looking down, Billy saw he was still covered in blood.

"-Neil, please, it's not his fault. He didn't know better!"

"Know better? Damn it, Cheryl, he almost killed that kid!" The sound of a fist hitting the wall made Billy instinctively jump. "God fucking damnit, if I'd known what you were, I would've never married you."

The fight devolved into screaming as Billy retreated into the bathroom and locked himself in, crying as he tried to wash the blood away. He was confused more than anything, but his mother disappeared into the night before he could ask any questions. He tried asking Neil questions about that day but stopped after the man backhanded him, telling him never to mention it again. For seven years, Billy was a normal boy again despite the constant hunger he felt. Then he met Duncan Wilson.

Duncan was funny. He always found a way to make Billy laugh, even on the bad days. When he asked to come over for a "study session," Billy was more than happy to agree. His father left with Susan for night which meant they had the house to themselves. Duncan made it easy to forget about his shitty dad and his shitty new wife as they kissed each other on Billy's mattress. The blonde's eyes were closed as the boy on top of him pressed closer to him when it hit him. The smell. God, the smell. A hunger stirred in Billy, and he felt it. The same feeling from years ago overwhelmed him as the kissing stopped when Billy bit into the other boy's lip.

Duncan screamed. The bite was hard enough to draw blood, only inciting the hunger more as things began to blur together. He remembered all of the blood. His teeth were tearing into flesh as the hunger was satiated for the first time in years. The bliss was overwhelming until he was snapped out of the trance by a new voice screaming at him. Billy's eyes focused again to see the bloody mess of viscera left on the floor. Looking up, he saw Max standing in the doorway. She was the one screaming. He'd completely forgotten about her.

It was a struggle, but Billy managed to stop himself from attacking his stepsister. Instead, he jumped out a window and began to run. Away from his family. His home. Himself.

That was almost a year ago, and Billy was still running. State to state, town to town, he ran away from everything. At eighteen years old, Billy had no goals except for making sure that his father couldn't find him. Billy knew if Neil Hargrove found him again, he would kill him. For his part, Billy thought he was doing a pretty good job of running, considering he was now in the middle of Bumfuck, Indiana. It was a small dive bar called "The Hideout." He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a loose fitting tank top. Easy bait for some creep to start hitting on him. The guy would ask to go to his car. And like that, Billy would get a meal and a ride to wherever the hell came next.

"Hey." A voice called out as they took a seat next to Billy at the bar top. "You're new here." The blonde turned, ready to up the charm when it hit him. The stranger didn't smell like everyone else. Billy blinked as he looked the man over. He seemed to be around the same age as the teen. The man's long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off a band t-shirt that read Corroded Coffin. "The name's Eddie." He stuck a hand out. Billy was hesitant to take it.

"You're....like me." Was all that could come out.

"Sure am." Eddie grinned as he put the hand down. "Let me guess, you've never met anyone else like you."

"...ugh, yeah." Billy watched as an excited look crossed Eddie's face.

"That's fine. Just means you have a lot to learn." Eddie turned his barstool around to point at the dance floor. Specifically, another boy. He was dancing with an older balding man who looked almost completely wasted. "That's Steve. We come here to hunt every couple of weeks. Easy prey. We bring them back to his place for easy cleanup. Saves us having to move around all the time. Maybe you'd be interested." Eddie said as he leaned closer to Billy. "You look tired. We can help make things a lot easier for you, stranger." Billy made a face, thinking for a moment before speaking

"Billy."

"Hm?"

"My name's Billy."

"Well, Billy, how'd you like a free dinner?" Eddie asked as Billy's stomach growled, almost on cue. That...sounded nice...