#potential harringroveson

[alicetallula]

Sub Eddie Week 2024 - Non-Sexual Side - Day 5 : Possessive Steve - 05.05.2024

Here is my late little contribution to @subeddieweek :3 (I'm so late for this 😅)

Day 5 : Possessive Steve - Billy flirting with Sub Eddie and Daddy Steve coming to 'rescue' his babyboy - 05.05.2024

I couldn't help but imagine that Billy would be his flirty little self with Eddie and Steve in that situation

Done using watercolors, ink pens, a metallic ink pen, colored pencils, graphite pencils, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the light effects

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[smolbluebirb]

stranger things x warehouse 13 AU

would anyone else dig this?? it is taking up so much space in my brain but I don't want to write it just for myself 😅

post-hypothetical Season 5 where everyone lives...

and the feds show up once all the dirty work is done and the world is saved and it's time to sign papers and explain away supposed deaths...

and a Ms. Frederic sits down to talk with Hopper, and then Billy, and then Eddie, and offer them two options. they can have their identities recreated; cover stories made; reacclimate to society. or: she has some positions in a special branch of the secret services that could use some people with their unique skill sets.

just imagine Hopper accepting so that he can move the whole Hopper-Byers clan out to somewhere El and Will can grow up where Everyone is Kinda Weird and the town is so isolated they don't have to worry about being anyone coming after El.

Billy and Eddie not really knowing what to do with themselves now that they've. sorta died? and come back Not Quite Right. and they can't imagine trying to go back to some kind of normal life, so they sign up too.

I'd figure Max's mom doesn't make it out of the earthquakes and the way custody would go when Max wakes up is the feds kinda just make her disappear, too, figuring she's best off in Billy's "custody" living near/with her friends in the Hopper-Byers clan...

which would leave Nancy and Jonathan and Robin finishing school and going off to college and before they know it it's just Steve, Dustin, Mike, and the Sinclairs left in Hawkins. who maybe never learned that the others are okay? who the feds deemed to be Normal enough and in okay situations that they could just go about their lives now that everything is over with the Upside Down. but the kids are Not Over It, and Steve doesn't know what to do with his life anymore except try to watch these kids.

I'm just having so much fun with the idea of Hopper, Billy, and Eddie working for the Warehouse and getting the hang of it.

the Hopper-Byers clan and Max settling in and getting to heal and thrive.

Steve, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Erica seeing themselves as the last members of The Party still standing and keeping a hypervigilance over Hawkins.

—and starting to put together sightings and reports of Strange Things going on. because artifacts are usually created by their proximity and influence in major events, right? where a lot of magic/power is involved? so the events of the Upside Down left a lot of residual energy around Hawkins and Steve and the kids pick up on it as artifacts begin to pop up and cause havoc.

—so sooner or later, the Warehouse is going to send out a team to retrieve an artifact near Hawkins and the two groups are going to run into each other and be Very Confused.

and then team up. and in the cleanup of Steve and the kids' involvement maybe Steve will get a private meeting of his own with Ms. Frederic.

idk I don't have this all figured out. the brainworms just won't leave me alone.

[gonegrove]

Mutually Assured Satisfaction

Rating: E Ships: Mungrove (Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson) Additional Tags:  Almost Caught, Showers, Locker Room, Hand Jobs, No Proofreading We Die Like Men            

Preview:

Billy didn’t hang out with Tommy and his crew because he genuinely enjoyed them, he hung out with them because they were convenient. He was on teams with most of them and they all knew where the parties were at first. Sometimes he didn’t mind Tommy’s bullshit. Sometimes he wanted to kill him over it.

Billy stopped in his tracks at the end of the hall as he made the turn. About 20 feet further down was about half the basketball team circling Eddie Munson like a pack of jackals. Eddie was on the list of people Billy actually gave a fuck about in this shithole town. He had the potential to be interesting. To get out of here. Be someone. He was off limits. Billy made it clear more than once that he was off fucking limits. And here they were pulling this shit behind his back like he wouldn’t find out and pull their guts out through their throats.

Read it HERE

Second fill for  @harringroveson-bingo​​ finally out because I’m still That Fucking Guy™.

Square: A3- Almost Caught

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Steddie Big Bang 2024 - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - 10.02.2024

It was a total blast to work with @ohthejomanity on her fic for the @steddiebang !😊💜

I was immediately drawn to the potential of drawing some Harringroveson, I'm not gonna lie !👀💕

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Billy being possessed by Vecna - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - 10.02.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers, a metallic ink pen, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the blurring effect

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[warren-keplers-funk-band]

yeah you'll have to pry steddilly throuple from my cold dead hands

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

My personal fav is Billy calling Eddie ‘critter’ in an endearing way, like first it’s a friend thing and almost a jab at how Eddie acts like a gremlin, but then it becomes more of a loving pet name overtime

They’re probably all at a party or something when Eddie gets too excited while he’s talking and like slings his drink everywhere, and when he starts looking really dejected, Billy just takes his cup and says a soft, “it’s alright, critter, I’ll get you another one.” Cue Eddie being the bubbly drunk sap again because his maybe-boyfriend is being super sweet

All while Steve had to get up and excuse himself onto the back porch because hearing that sort of made him want to throw up (jealousy and also maybe because he’s had too much to drink)

We all know Billy calls Steve ‘Pretty Boy’ but what does Billy call Eddie? What does Billy call Eddie in front of Steve after Steve has finally told Billy to back off that makes Steve realize how much he fucked up, when he sees the way they look at each other?

[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

Follow me on my main: @serenity-lattes

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

Harringroveson Bingo Masterlist

Billy Hargrove Bingo Masterlist

[bowiebond]

Stëddies: “Let’s best harringrove shippers by making more fics than them!”

Us: So, argilly, byergrove, mungrove/Harringroveson, stommy/tomgrove/keg boys, what’s our numbers at? Under 500? Near nonexistent? We can work with that, I’m cheering you on to create what you want!

HELLCHEER! WHERE WE AT? Oh? Okay not bad, babes, keep doing your things. Here’s a smooch for your efforts and general kindness. You truly understand the appeal of the bad boy/outcast x prep dynamic and how one characters inherent kindness can create a safe space for another stuck in abusive households.

Harringrove? Quality over quantity, I respect that. And all that character building for both Steve and Billy, gorgeous! You really understand the potential of their characters as individuals and a pair.

Billy Stans? Oh, impressive metas! And spending your extra time delving into bipoc characters who didn’t get the respect they deserved from the duffers? Fantastic! Keep up the good work!

So! 👏🏻 where’s the in-fandom drama???

…Oh, nobody’s fighting each other in our fandom? We all respect each other’s opinions and encourage beginning writers to write and play with conflicting dynamics? You guys are even supporting rarepair/eddissy shippers riddled with antis and each other? And creating gorgeous wlw works on the side for Max, El, Robin, Chrissy, Vickie and Heather? Fabulous!

Happy to hear it. I’m glad we as a whole tend to get along and respect other people and their opinions, as well as their ships.

[alicetallula]

Steddie Big Bang 2024 - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - 10.02.2024

It was a total blast to work with @ohthejomanity on her fic for the @steddiebang !😊💜

I was immediately drawn to the potential of drawing some Harringroveson, I'm not gonna lie !👀💕

Banner - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - 10.02.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title and credits

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Banner as is - Harringroveson holding hands - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - 10.02.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens

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Billy being possessed by Vecna

Billy isolating himself while Steddie gets together - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - 10.02.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers, a metallic ink pen, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the light blue effect

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[suspiciouslackofclowns]

I actually have a couple up on ao3 that are vaguely similar! I tend to autistic code Steve in a good number of my fics :)

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Here are a couple of the more prominent ones:

Little Imperfections

Two Hours and Seventeen Minutes

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These are both pretty angsty but also have a lot of fluff as well as happy endings, just be sure to take a look at the tags and the notes first to ensure that you’re comfy with reading them ☺️

(I was going to add a third work to the list, but seeing as it contains smut and you don’t have your age in your bio, I wasn’t comfortable linking it)

They’re also both Harringrove, as I uploaded these pre s4, hope that’s not a dealbreaker for you

He’s spent years cultivating the persona that is Steve The Hair Harrington. Has memorized social queues and comebacks and conversation topics so he doesn’t lose his footing when he finds himself enveloped in conversation. Learned how to do his hair perfectly. How to dress. How to smile. How to laugh, because everything he has, his entire reputation, depends on doing these things the right way.

And now he’s letting it all go to shit.

Since graduating, he’s fallen out of his rhythm. Slips up more when he socializes. Says things that often don’t make sense, rambles, and lets his confusion be known when he doesn’t understand what’s being said to him. Hence why Robin lovingly refers to him as dingus, as though she’s any better.

But now he’s really off his game. All it takes is a silly joke, something about the little bear things from Star Wars, and he laughs.

Steve doesn’t often laugh in public, at least, not with his real laugh. Jokes tend to go over his head and when he does understand them, he doesn’t always react correctly. Laughs too hard. Doesn’t laugh hard enough. So he tries to gauge other peoples’ reactions before he chuckles politely, which always seems to yield positive reactions.

The way he laughs right now is not polite. He’s crouched on the floor near the center of an aisle, shelving tapes. Snickering crudely as he grabs a copy of Back To The Future from the box at his side.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s doing it until it’s too late. Until customers start looking at him like he’s insane and he snaps his mouth shut.

“That’s cute.”

“What?”

Steve looks up. Spies Eddie leaning against the shelves with an amused look on his face.

“Your laugh,” he supplies. “Never heard it before. It’s cute.”

Something freezes in Steve. Like every thought suddenly decides to go on break all at once, leaving his mind vacant.

He knows he’s waited too long to react when Eddie nudges his sneaker against the box of tapes.

“I didn’t think you’d be into Star Wars. You seen ‘em all?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, yeah. Bits and pieces.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

Steve reaches for the next tape. Makes a popping sound with his lips that’s too loud, and he cringes.

“Return of the Jedi. I like the bears.”

“The Ewoks?”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know, they have a couple of their own movies if you ever wanna watch ‘em. They’re spin-offs, but still pretty good.” Eddie crosses his arms nonchalantly. “If you’d be into that.”

Suddenly, Steve’s thoughts all return from having their smoke, and he spreads a goofy grin.

“I’d love that!” he blurts.

Too loud. Too enthusiastic. He immediately grimaces and ducks his head, avoiding looking at Eddie.

He’s not sure why this is suddenly so hard. Why he can’t just make himself be normal anymore like he used to. Part of him wonders if it’s because he’s not as social as he used to be. Another part wonders if it’s because his brain has been scrambled too much by all of the Upside Down shenanigans.

Or maybe it’s because he feels weird around Eddie now that they’re kinda sorta friends. Kinda sorta really friends.

“It’s a date, then,” Eddie chuckles.

His choice of words makes Steve burn brighter than the god damn sun.

“Neat.”

Neat? Oh, Steve is gonna get an earful from Robin later. He can’t help but make a face again out of habit. Inwardly chastising himself yet again.

He makes another popping sound with his mouth.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks.

“What’s what?”

Steve shuffles down the aisle. Tries unsuccessfully to return his focus to the task at hand.

“That sound you keep making.”

As if things couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh, it’s uh…” Steve begins. Pops his lips again and immediately shakes his head. “I just do it sometimes.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

Steve does it again. Sighs and rubs his hand over his face, pinching his lips together when Eddie chuckles at him.

“Sorry. Long day,” he supplies. “I only do it when I’m focused.”

“I noticed that, too.” Eddie crouches down next to him. Reaches into the box and examines the first tape that he grabs. “You don’t have to apologize for it, I was just wondering is all.”

“Mm.”

“It’s actually kinda cute.”

If Steve didn’t know any better, he would think that Eddie The Freak Munson is flirting with him right now. He doesn’t know better, but still. Even attempting to wrap his head around that is too much right now.

“It’s annoying.”

Eddie’s quiet for a moment. Steve can see him staring out of the corner of his eye. Then, Eddie pops his lips.

And Steve can’t help it. He mimics the sound and blushes harder when he’s snickered at.

“Nah, Harrington, I hate to argue with you, but it’s pretty cute. Almost as cute as Ewokese.” When Steve just glances at him, he continues, “Y’know, the language of the teddy bear things?”

The ugly laugh comes out again at the thought of the little creature’s gibberish language, and Steve claps a hand over his mouth. Eddie is absolutely beaming at him.

“You really like them, huh?” Eddie muses. He chuckles as he stands up. Drops the tape back into the box with a thunk. “Better bring that cute laugh with you when we have our Ewok movie marathon or I’m gonna be disappointed.”

“Yeah,” Steve manages flatly.

He winces at his tone, but his attention is pulled to Eddie when he hums thoughtfully.

“How about your place this Friday?”

The guy’s expression is… kind. It’s a stark difference to what Steve is used to when he slips up like this. To the countless mean looks that he’s received from Tommy H. and Carol over the years. Even sometimes from Robin, though there’s never any malice behind it.

Forget about Nancy.

But Eddie is different. Like he’s laughing with Steve instead of at him, and that’s oddly comforting.

“Yeah,” Steve says, softer this time.

“Neat.” Eddie gives a salute before he turns on his heel and struts down the aisle. “Don’t work too hard, cutie.”

The little bell above the door jingles as he leaves, and Steve bites his lip to hide his smile.

He returns to shelving tapes. Makes a collection of popping sounds as he works. Considers that maybe, just maybe it isn’t such a bad thing that he isn’t as good at upholding his old persona as he used to be.

After all, Steve is the one who got a date with Eddie Munson this Saturday. Not The Hair.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Square A1 - "Amputation"

This is a fill for @harringroveson-bingo <3

Rating: Explicit

Major Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Amputation, Demobats, Blood and Gore, The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Pre-Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Angst

Summary:

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard anyone scream like that before. Like their bones are being splintered, flesh ripped open, utterly beyond repair. It’s the kind of scream that raises the hairs along his arms, that sends a shudder down his spine. A scream like that should only ever belong in a horror movie. 

But then what else is his life turning out to be?

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Trapped in the Upside Down, a group of demobats converge on Eddie and Steve is left with a hard choice to keep him alive.

Read on AO3 - 3,203 words

Crimson Gloves

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard anyone scream like that before. Like their bones are being splintered, flesh ripped open, utterly beyond repair. It’s the kind of scream that raises the hairs along his arms, that sends a shudder down his spine. A scream like that should only ever belong in a horror movie. 

But then what else is his life turning out to be?

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The dark twisted trees around them serve as the perfect framing, baring down around them and reaching out with gnarled, twisted hands. A dark gloom had been settled upon them their entire time here. They don’t know how long they've been trapped, how many hours have passed by, but surely it’s been more than a day. And yet, despite their small eternity in this place, letting that ungodly chill settle deep into their bones like stakes of ice, it has remained cloaked in a shadow that clings to the forest around them. The darkness seemed to follow them. Encroaching beasts on the hunt; circling, shrieking, just out of sight.

They’ve been on edge for days. The cold wasn't the only thing sinking beneath their skin during their time trapped here. The fear sings in their veins, poisoning their composure until Steve had begun to feel himself wither away. It pressed hot and relentless behind his eyes, a stark contrast to the bite of the chill around them numbing his fingers. 

The misery of this place draped over him like a thick blanket. Choking, cloying, almost sweet like rotten fruit in the knowledge that no matter how he felt he couldn't break. He wouldn’t. Damn the trembling in his limb, the tension in his spine. It didn't matter that more than anything he wanted to sink to the ground and never arise, just weep and weep, scream into the endless nothing in this damn nightmare of a realm. He had to keep walking, keep taking watch as the others pretended to sleep, keep looking for anything they could pretend to get by on, looking for any false shred of hope.

They’d been here for at least three days, surely. They tucked themselves into little hideaways and curled up together whenever they got tired in this eternal night. Whispers slithered between them like the damn vines crawling across the ground around them, strangling the corpses of trees and taunting them as they rippled and writhed in the crevices where there should have been fresh water. Every word hovered over them with the potential to be it. To be the thing that would draw out the beasts lurking in the dark and grime.

But they had to. The silence was suffocating. At least whispering let them pretend, for a moment, that they didn’t tense up at any creak, at any whistle of the unnatural breeze lashing at their chilled skin.

“I think this is Hell,” Robin had confessed to him during their last break. 

Nancy had been curled into her side, eyes staring out out out into the nothing beyond their circle of tree and rock. Eddie was laying, curled into himself for warmth, comfort, anything, with his eyes closed. Steve thought he’d passed out from exhaustion.

“No,” he’d told Robin. “This can’t be Hell. It wouldn’t be so damn cold.”

A snort. 

His gaze had flickered to brown doe eyes - very much open and awake brown doe eyes. For a moment he was warm again. 

And then there had been a noise and the moment was broken.

-

Steve isn’t so sure this isn’t Hell anymore. Not with the way Eddie is shrieking, screaming. Agony ripping from his throat, dripping red with blood. 

It never lasts this long in the movies. It’s always quick. One final scream before they slump down, dead. But Eddie is still screaming.

Steve pictures those warm brown doe eyes, dull and lifeless. Free of their spark. Glassy and unseeing.

He falters. And then he’s running.

“Eddie! Eddie!” He shrieks desperately, like that will be any help, like that will stop any of this.

The beasts have arisen from their slumber in the shadows, ravenous. It was only ever a matter of time. Part of Steve had known this could only ever deteriorate, that they were only ever biding their time. 

He’d thought he wouldn’t be able to bear losing Nance or Robin. They're his closest friends. The absence of Nancy to share exasperated looks with over the kids heads is inconceivable. A world where he wasn’t stuck listening to Robin’s rants at Family Video unbearable.

And yet he doesn’t think of them, not for a single fleeting moment as everything leading up to this flashes, glaringly obvious in hindsight, in his mind’s eye.

Eddie was in the back of the pack. He was tired. Steve had been trying to be considerate, and didn't want him to have to pick a safe path through the mass of wrongness on the floor. He'd wanted Eddie as far from the danger they were walking towards as possible.

I didn’t think the danger would come from behind. I didn’t. I didn’t think-

But he doesn’t have time to beat himself up. Not with the way those things are converging on Eddie.  There are five of them, flurrying, beating their wings, letting out ear-piercing inhuman shrieks. He can’t even see what they look like, really, not like this. The darkness is too thick - slowing him down like wading through water and obscuring his vision, making him stumble and near fall. 

There's just a silhouette of shapes thrashing down upon Eddie. More calls in the distance getting closer closer closer.

They have to go. Thay have to run, now.

He should be worried about Nancy, about Robin, about his best friends, about the two he was sure he would be fighting hardest for. But it’s Eddie. As much as he’d wanted to hate him, he’s magnetic. Believe it or not, you bond with a person in a shared experience like this. And Steve doesn’t think he can imagine getting out of this place without Eddie. He can’t really imagine getting out of it at all, but they at least have to fucking try.

But one of the things is scratching at Eddie’s feet, tripping him, trying to tear through the dirtied denim of his jeans. Another swoops back and forth in front of his face, blinding him more than this darkness, making him trip and stumble as he tries to get away- 

And Steve is just too far away. When did he even get so far ahead? He’d been so worried about Nancy and Robin that he hadn’t noticed. He was messing this up, he was supposed to keep them safe-

A sob chokes in his throat as he pushes on, growing closer to Eddie’s shape as he tries to bat the creatures off, away, all while yelling out in agony. He’s struggling, stumbling under the assault. And Steve can see why. He can see how the other three have converged on his arm, like this is a coordinated attack. 

Then he can hear it. The obscene ripping of flesh. It's a wet sound, and the realisation of it chokes him, makes nausea rise thick and sour in his throat. Eddie is still screaming, crying. And Steve can’t think what to do, he doesn’t know how to fix this.

So he throws himself. Into the fray with a scream that is more terror that intimidation, tearing its way painfully up his throat as he tries to do something. Anything. 

Because if he doesn’t Eddie is going to die.

He reaches out for the creatures, nothingness slipping like silk through his fingers. He didn’t know what he was doing when he threw himself into this, not really, and the bats swarming around Eddie are quick. Faster than he’d anticipated. Fingers closing on nothing as they swoop out of reach, disinterested in him, drawn to the mess they must be making of Eddie’s arm.

Steve can’t see the wound, not under their pale writhing mass of mottled grey skin converging on it. But he can see the agony contorted on Eddie’s face as his fingers finally close on a tail of one of them, ripping it away just as Eddie’s voice breaks, his scream stuttering into something even more shrill.

There is blood dripping off of the guy's fingers. Steve can see it, running in thick rivulets, darkened by the absence of light. His hand is covered in it to the point it almost looks like Eddie is wearing a glove of crimson.  He can’t imagine what his arm must look like underneath that.

The thought alone makes his stomach roll, even as he desperately pulls the first creature away. His arms feel weak, trembling with adrenaline and fear, but he swings with all his might. Swings the monster away from Eddie, not even thinking about ways to kill it, just desperate to get it off, to get it to stop moving, to stop fighting its way back to the siren call of Eddie’s fading life.

It struggles, pulling against him as he throws it in an arc. But he can do this. He has to.

He has to. He has to. He has to-

And then it collides, thwacking against the cracking trunk of a decaying tree with a sickening crunch. It falls limp in Steve’s grip and he drops it to the ground, Vecna’s puppet cut of its strings. But he doesn’t wait for even a moment to marvel in his own brutality, to feel the shudder of repulsion at the ease with which he did that. He can’t afford to.

Eddie is falling. It seems to happen so slow and so fast. Steve can’t reach out to catch him in time, just watching for years -  for centuries - as Eddie goes down. Somewhere behind him he can hear the girls screaming that they need to go, to ‘Hurry, Steve!’, but it’s so muffled. It’s like he's beneath water, drowning in it as he tries to reach out.

And then he’s at Eddie’s side, helping the guy’s feeble hand try to fight away the four still attached to his flesh, tearing, splattering blood onto the rotting ground. The beads of blood glint up at him like rubies. Taunting.

It’s harder to fight the things like this; Steve doesn’t have the leverage for the powerful swing he would need to take one of them out. But what else can he do but keep trying?

He wraps his hands around one, grip slipping as he squeezes desperately, trying to tear it away. But the thing clings on, sinking fangs and claws into Eddie’s skin to the point that when Steve manages to rip it off of him he’s certain he’s made things worse.

It struggles in his grasp but now that he has it, he isn't letting it go. He fumbles up onto his knees and slams the thing to the ground, getting it underneath his foot for grip and then tearing. It lets out an animal sound of pain and then gives, splitting in Steve’s grasp and spilling fouled black blood on the ground to swirl in the growing pool of Eddie’s, some splattering up the grimy length of his jean legs.

“Steve!” 

The voice makes him whip his head around. Before he’s even had time to process that Robin and Nancy have snapped out of their panicked stupor, Nancy is tossing the axe they’d found to use as a measly form of self-defence over at him.

“You didn’t think to pass that sooner?” he yells, horrified to find how choked up his throat is, how much he’s struggling to breathe.

“You didn’t think to take it either,” Robin yells back, voice wavering in terror.

“Shit, Steve,” Nancy calls out, notably more frustrated beneath the panic, “help him! Quickly, before more of them smell the blood!”

“Shit!” he snarls to himself, turning and swinging.

The axe connects, splitting through the body of one of the demobats like butter. He tries not to think about it. Tries not to notice how it collapses, a mess of blood and spilling guts, over Eddie’s open wound. He doesn’t have time to fall apart, not now.

Somehow, Eddie has managed to tear another away from himself. But his grasp is so weak and slick with blood that it manages to wriggle free, taking flight in an upward arc. When it comes back down Steve swings. It splatters back against a stone a metre or so behind them.

With only one left it's easier to tear the writhing creature away from Eddie. When it turns its frantic scratching on Steve he doesn’t think, just flings it away, hissing at the sharp bite into his palm.

It skitters along the ground before coming to a stop. Frantically it tries to turn back towards Eddie, using its leathery wings, when Robin’s boot comes down on it. Hard.

Steve spares a half a glance to make sure it won’t be crawling back before turning back to Eddie.

He’s still writhing in agony, hair clinging to the sheen of grime and sweat across his brow. Steve’s eyes jump over him in worry, noting the way his jaw jumps with each held back moan of pain. And then he finally sets eyes on it.

He throws the remains of one of those things of, cringing as Eddie cries out at the touch to his arm. And it’s no wonder why. It's shredded. A torn mess of flesh, gushing blood. Steve- Steve can’t even tell what he’s looking at. It’s all red, and dark, and wrong. So wrong.

“Eddie,” he chokes out, tears from earlier spilling down his face as he scoots closer, trembling, hands coming up to take his face. “Eddie!”

But Eddie just chokes out another aborted scream.

“Oh my god- his arm is mince meat!” Robin shrieks.

“I can see that, Robin,” he snaps through his tears.

He turns his attention back to the pale hue of Eddie’s face. It’s wrong. It’s so so wrong.

“Hold on, man, damnit,” he demands, not wanting to even for a second give up. “Please.”

“It hurts,” Eddie gasps.

“No shit-” Robin says, voice hysterical as Nancy chastises her.

“It hurts,” Eddie sobs again. “It hurts. Steve-” panicked eyes force their way open to meet Steve’s, desperate, tears spilling down the sides of his face. “Steve something-” 

He breaks off in another scream and Steve drops his hold on Eddie’s face to his shoulders, grasping tight. He leaves smears of red and black blood across his face, so striking in contrast to his ghostly skin.

“Something’s wrong,” he sobs. “It-”

Eddie writhes, splitting the air with another cry, morphing into a continuous scream that punches through Steve’s chest.

Shit. Shit-

He has to- He has to do something. Try something more. Anything.

Against everything in him screaming that he doesn’t want to see, that he can’t bear it, Steve looks back to the ruined mess of his arm, stomach lurching when he can see where the demobats tore down to the bone. But that’s not all. Where the demobat collapsed into a mess of spoiled guts onto him is sizzling, black blood mixing explosively with Eddie’s own.

“Fuck- FUCK!”

“Oh my god-” Nancy chokes. “Steve, what-?”

But he doesn’t know. How is he supposed to know? What can he do? He isn’t prepared for this shit- 

He’s just a kid!

He doesn’t want to watch someone else die. Not after everything. Not when they’re right here in his hands. Not Eddie. Not after all this, not after the way the guy had tried so damn hard to let Steve in, not when-

“Eddie- Eddie, don’t you fucking dare,” he chokes, tears falling hot and fast. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to make me feel like this- you don’t get to drop in, make me care, give me an identity crisis and just leave like this!”

He shakes him, eyes clinging to the dark marks scouring into his skin, dancing a slow procession along his limbs. Along his veins. Hidden under gloves of crimson and bared with a sick pride in gaping wounds between torn muscles.

Eddie’s own blood is darkening now as the blackness races further up his arm. Faster.

Steve doesn’t know what that means. Doesn’t want to know. Is it going to kill him? Is it going to make him a part of the mindflayer? Turn him into a soldier of Vecna like Billy, like Heather, like Will and so many others? Or turn him into a literal monster? Pale out his skin and reform his features until they split open like a lily, grotesque petals revealing rows of teeth?

He doesn’t know. All he knows is that he isn’t going to risk it. Not a chance in hell.

Without pausing he reaches out, grasps the handle of the axe in slippery fingers.

And swings.

Eddie’s scream is sharp and sudden, ringing through the empty air and drowning the way Nancy and Robin shout out for him to stop. It pierces through Steve’s heart but he’s filled with a dull determination. He isn’t losing Eddie.

He wrenches the axe out of where it lodged into the meat of Eddie’s upper arm, just above where the damage ends, just above where the decay has reached. Eddie doesn’t stop screaming, writhing in the dirt, and guilt lodges in Steve’s throat but there’s nothing else he can think to do.

He brings the axe down again.

It connects with bone with a sickening snap and Eddie’s voice goes impossibly more shrill. The blood is pouring faster now but Steve can’t stop, he’s so nearly through. One, two more swings and the axe cuts through to the ground.

Steve tosses it aside in a hurry, hands moving to fumble at his belt.

“We need something to use as bandages,” he manages, voice shaking with the horror of it all.

He drops to his knees, winding his belt around Eddie’s arm above the cut and tightening, desperate to slow the flow of blood. It works somewhat. He can only hope it will be enough.

Nancy winds her ripped strips of cloth around Eddie’s arm for him. He can’t do it. He can’t. His hands are shaking where he curls them into Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie has passed out now. Steve hopes he’s going to be okay. He doesn’t think he can cope if he isn’t. He likes him, and this was the worst moment to have that realisation. Tears and crimson smear across his cheek when he swipes a hand across his face.

“I think that’s the best I can do,” Nancy tells him once she has tied off the makeshift bandage.

Steve nods detachedly, gently pulling Eddie into his arms. He feels cold, they all do in this place, but there’s a distinct weight of life to him in his shallow breathing, in the rhythmic thumping of his heart as Steve lays him back against his chest, that fills his lungs with a fresh breath of relief.

He hasn’t left him yet.

“Don’t you go anywhere,” he whispers into matted hair. “Don’t you dare go anywhere, Munson. Not after you’ve made me fall for you.”

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Hi! I love your fic and I think I might love you too. What made you want to write Harringroveson?

Hi! Well, thank you very much.

I'll try to answer that apart from saying "dunno gut feeling". I'd read a lot of harringrove bc I do like a redemption arc (as it is written post-text obviously. I don't think billy dying is enough to fix all the shitty things he's done. But I do want to believe that an abused teenager is a potentially redeemable character) And they're both little bitches so I dig that ship. But then I watched season 4 and I was lost forever, I instantly wanted to write eddie, and I knew I could do that using music as a characterological study almost. And the concept of eddie just trying to go abt his life while being swamped by his feelings for two (2!) pretty boys was just very fun to me. There's probably more things to be said, but my signal is shitty out here and I gotta go.