Steddiegrove/Metalsandwich fic where Billy doesn't die, okay? Hear me out.
Starcourt still happens. Billy's still possessed and the Mindflayer still happens, Hopper's taken to Russia and the Byers still move to Cali. Everything, up until Vecna and Chrissy and the trailer still happens. Except this.
Billy doesn't die.
No. After he takes down the Mindflayer and everything, people just think he does. Which makes sense. Because there was the whole possession thing and the car crash and the fireworks that turned into an actual fire and, oh yeah, he was stabbed or whatever. So he obviously died.
But the military that shows up just as everyone else is running to safety go in. They find him. And he's breathing so of course he'd get help. That's what Owens is for. The thing is, nobody knows who he is so there's nobody to tell.
For whatever reasons -whether some blood testing or Billy wakes up and says something idk- but it goes like this. Billy didn't die but hell if he didn't want to, right? Cause he hated Hawkins and missed home and killed people even though he didn't want to and he remembered his mom, right?
Max hated him. Billy hated his dad. There was nothing for him here so laying in a hospital bed, he comes to the decision that he's gonna go. Leave.
Maybe, his mind whispers, Max will be happy with him gone. His dad would be. Perfect life at that point without the fuck up son. There was nothing for him here-
Owens and him come to an agreement, even with the doctor trying to convince him that he should go back. Back into the tiny world of Hawkins and surely he had a family and friends? No.
So the agreement is this. Billy signs the stupid NDA's, get's a new car and a paycheck/stipend because Owens is repenting, okay? First with the lab and Brenner, with Eleven. And poor, poor, William. Owens can't fix everything but he'd fought with his own son, Peter, enough to see the signs of discontent and despite everything, he wanted to help so he does. He helps Billy get out.
And Owens agrees to keep tabs on one Maxine Mayfield.
Billy goes to Florida. It has absolutely nothing to do with the ocean, honestly. The waters different and sunrises have little to do on sunsets. It also has nothing to do with the fact that it's hours closer to a hell that he'd love nothing more than to forget. Billy threw a dart and it landed, alright? There was no further thought than that.
So he get's these phone calls. Billy gets one when the Byers move. Gets one when his dad loses his job and it forces his step-mom to take a second job at some small ass place in that small ass town. Gets one when Max starts high school. When her grades slip, classes sluffed-
Billy gets a call just around Christmas that his dad died in a car crash headed West on I-80. And no, Billy doesn't ask why. It's not like it matters. He's fine.
He gets one when the Mayfields move into Forest Hills.
The first and only call he actually responds to is left from Owens himself who says that shits going down again. Familiar in a way that leaves the doctor's voice cracking. Billy asks what kind of shit, ignoring the fact that memory and dreams have been buzzing just like he's been ignoring the shit in his life for the majority of it.
So Billy goes back to Hawkins because hell if he's leaving the his shitbird Max there.
The first thing he sees on the shitty motel TV when he gets into Hawkins is that Eddie 'The Freak' Munson is wanted for murder. That the one who had been killed was none other than Christina Cunningham which is the furthest thing from funny but he can't help but laugh because what? The actual hell?
And sure, Billy's never been one for friends, really. No, seriously. His dad made it impossible and even when he was younger, nobody wanted to talk to the kid with unwashed ocean hair, beer and smoke reeking clothes and who's mom always picked him up with black eyes and busted lips up until the point she didn't.
But Billy knew Munson, okay? Knew him from his first fucking day at school when he walked into Hawkins' version of an AP class which was really just the seniors' and watched as the super senior got bored not stupid. Knew that Eddie's name wasn't actually Eddie or Edward or whatever but fucking Theodore which- no. They weren't friends.
But he'd tutored him a couple of times in exchange for a joint because Billy wasn't able to get a job which meant no money. There may have been one -two, three, no more than four, surely- time(s) where Billy couldn't handle the shouts or the fists or the blood and bruises anymore so he'd go. To Forest Hills. But that didn't mean that they were friends. Hell no.
What it did mean was that Billy knew exactly where the guy would be hiding though. To get away. Knew that Munson didn't grow his own green; only sold. Hawkins was small with few places for freedom. The quarry, Kerley Road, Lover's Lake.
As much as Max hated it, as much as Billy hated it, he knew her. Billy knew his sister. Knew that she got herself twisted into a group of nerds who didn't know when to leave things alone. Surely where one went, other's followed.
the stranger things brain rot is literally overtaking my life. like - my brain is coming out of my ears with how much fanfic i’ve been reading recently.
i’m now rereading Missing Piece for the third time this week…..
Tags: Bandom/Post S4 everyone lives AU, song fic, Aged up everyone, 00's universe, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Gay Billy Hargrove, Rydon, Possessive Ryan Ross, Slightly unhealthy relationships, Mild Smut, Boys Kissing, Trying to be better boys
Chapter Preview:
“Start talking.”
“I'm an idiot,” Billy frowns.
“Good start,” Eddie sasses, but one look at Billy’s face and it's obvious by his swollen lids the blondes been crying. Well. Shit.
“Um. I’m-. I've got shit, I need to work on…” Billy continues, marble eyes scanning rapidly all over Eddie’s face, looking for mercy.
Eddie cuts him a break.
“I’m not expecting any of us to be perfect Bills.”
“I shouldn't have told you to fuck off,” Billy sighs, “I'm so sorry Eddie.”
Eddie sits down on one of the hotel beds, the opposite one Billy and Steve were sitting on.
“Okay. Well, thank you, for saying that, really.”
”But?”
“but, what do you want to do now?” Eddie asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You still…” Eddie risks a side glance at Steve before returning his gaze to Billy, “Cautiously monogamous?”
AN: thanks for your patience, its been an absolute ass of a move and our only car broke down 😭 im v tired. i hope you like the update
Ship: Steve x Eddie x Billy
Rating: Explicit
Tags: double penetration, anal sex, Daddy Kink, bottom!verse Eddie, Blow Jobs, Biting, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Threesome - M/M/M, Unresolved Sexual Tension->Resolved Sexual Tension, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Preview:
They return to their previous activities as soon as they arrive at Steve’s empty house. They don’t even manage to make it to one of the bedrooms. Just into the living room before Steve tosses Eddie down on the oversized, 8-person sofa.
“Not wasting any time huh,” Eddie laughs, yanking his swim trunks down.
“We’ve wasted enough time,” Steve agrees before pulling Eddie’s mouth to his.
Eddie groans into the kiss. He can feel the cushion behind him sink as Billy takes his own place. He knows what’s coming even before it happens but nothing will ever prepare him for the sharp cut of Billy’s canines.
Eddie whimpers desperately the second the teeth are in his throat.
“I want you both to fuck me,” he admits boldly.
Steve pulls back to look Eddie’s face over.
“A-Are you sure?”
Eddie’s grin only grows and he nods before crushing their lips back together.
Thank You For Your Patience!! (Sinful Sunday Post)
As a thank you for being patient and sweet while I sorted my life out, I'm gonna post 4 lil Sinful Sunday snippets today! These will NOT be posted to ao3 until their debut! Get em while they're hot
Part 3: HOT TO GO!- Steve x Eddie x Billy
Chapter 3 Preview: 🔞👀😈
“Good job baby, already took half of it,” Steve praised, his cock brushing that special spot inside Eddie until he can't breathe, he knows there's still so much more cock to take. At one point, Eddie thought he'd taken it all, and then Steve adjusted his hips, and then the last few inches slide home and Eddie's vision blacked out. His knees buckled and the only thing holding him up was the two sets of hands holding him in place.
It's so good but it hurts worse than anything he's felt in a long time. Fuck, he wouldn't trade it for the world. In fact, he wished he could stay suspended in this feeling forever. Right on the precipice of oblivion, no synthetic or organic drugs could bring him this high, and he was addicted.
He's being stretched out further than he's taken in a long time and he’s losing the battle of overstimulation with every inch inward and forward.
Steve is helping stretch the feeling out, pulling him back on his cock while Billy sucks Eddie's dick into his mouth. Eddie’s brain shorts out again.
Billy's sucking him like he's taking Eddie's orgasm as a personal challenge and Eddie can barely keep up with the speed. The sounds are absolutely filthy and it fills the room beautifully.
"Oh shit," Steve gasps "oh my god, keep that up Billy, he’s squeezing so tight around me.”
“Billy, fuck,” Eddie cries, because he can’t focus on anything but the pleasure when he’s being dually stimulated like this. He knows Billy's sucking him to delirium for a purpose, but even after the mind blowing orgasm Billy is speed running him towards, he doesn't think-"I can’t," Eddie pants, "you both won't fit."
“Shh, sweetheart," Steve soothes, "you can do it, it's okay. we're gonna get you relaxed."
“Steeve..."
“You want to be good for us, don't you Eddie?
Eddie melts under Steve's honey-sweet tone. Enough it took Steve's blunt teeth in his neck for him to remember he was supposed to answer.
"Yes Daddy,” Eddie croaks.
"Good job. Just focus on me, and try and relax. Billy will take care of the rest.”
Eddie didn't have much time to think about it, because Billy's fingers pushing inside to stretch his hole severs the last of his conscious thought.
"Fuck," Eddie gasps and then he’s cumming. Hard and loudly all over his chest.
"There you go baby,” Steve soothes, “perfect, keep looking at me."
Eddie melted under the praise. It was everything he needed and he was relaxing under the stretch again.
“Almost there,” Billy says, pushing a second finger inside alongside Steve’s cock.
“You hear that baby? You can almost take Billy too. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”
“Fuck…” Eddie cries. In fantasy, yes, because he can take two, sometimes even a third in his dreams, but in real life his body feared for the painful stretch.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Billy reassures.
That's enough assurance for Eddie to fully relax. Billy sinks in a few inches. Eddie's eyes roll into the back of his head as pleasure overrides every nerve in his body.
“There you go, nice job baby,” Steve praises, pressing kisses into his neck.
“Fuck, fuck,” Eddie mouths, head rolling on Steve's shoulder as Billy tries to push in deeper. He didn't know being pushed so far past his limits would have his cock ready to burst again but here he was, aching for Billy to either fuck him and make him cum or pull out and let him think. He doesn't have enough mental capacity to do both. “More,” he begs and hopes its the right move.
Billy pulls out, and he fears for the worst. But before he can miss the painful stretch of Billy’s cock its back, but with a dripping amount of lube. The glide goes so much smoother this time and Eddie is bucking hard into the thrust.
“Careful,” Steve warns but Eddie can't hear him. The blood in his ears is pounding too hard. He's too close to care about anything but reaching climax again. And if he can bring Billy and Steve over too, bonus.
“Please, please, I'm so fucking close,” Eddie trembles.
It's the magic word for Billy. He grips Eddie's hips tight and increases the speed of his thrusts. Steve's enormous dick was doing plenty of work just sitting inside Eddie, and now Billy’s cock piercing is dragging across his insides and Eddie is convinced he can feel his brain melting out of his ears. “P-pl- ah- y-yes- fuck- please!”
Steve swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry.
They stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, Eddie’s gonna cum again no matter what. the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it.
“Please,” Eddie whimpers.
“Go ahead baby, you did so good for us,”
Eddie's cock is pulsing and his ass can't stop clenching around the thick muscles inside it.
“T-thank you.”
“Still want to keep going,” Steve asks.
“Y-Yeah.”
Eddie whines as Billy starts to pull out.
“Billy can fuck you next," Steve says at the same time Billy says,
“I can wait my turn.”
“Okay,” Eddie nods, turning to pull Steve's lips to his own.
Steve snaps into him and Eddie’s head falls back. His ass is swollen and sore but fuck so is his prostate and with every thrust against it Eddie is finding overstimulation more and more addicting. “Oh my god. Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Not too sensitive?”
Eddie chuckles against his lips before groaning.
“I think I like it.”
“Painslut,” Billy snorts.
“What do you need baby,” Steve asks, starting a series of kisses down Eddie’s neck.
“H-Harder,” Eddie pleads, and he can feel the shape of Steve’s grin grow on his throat.
Chapter 4: I can still feel your hands on my throat, feel the weight of the pull, like you’ll never let me go.
Ship: Eventual Harringroveson (steve x billy x eddie)
Chapter preview:
Billy stays at Steve’s as long as it takes for the bruises to heal. And then, without a word to anyone, he takes off.
He doesn’t go far. He can’t yet. Mostly because he’s broke, but also because someone has to clean the blood off the floor before it sets for good if they want to have a prayer at selling the house. Now that Neil’s- out of the picture, locked up without anyone to call or post bail, there’s nothing left tying any of them to Hawkins. He's sure as soon as the world stops spinning for Susan, she’ll do what any person with a brain and self respect would do, take Max and bail. That’s what his mom did when Neil’s temper finally became too much. He tries not to think too hard about the fact this will be the second time he will be left behind.
-
It takes over three hours but finally, the wood is starting to resemble the chestnut color it started at. He’s exhausted; his hands burn and his knees ache, but it’s done. After he takes out the trash, all physical traces of Neil Hargrove will be scrubbed clean from the place.
Billy could really go for a shower and an ounce of weed right now. Wash away and burn out all memories of the last two weeks. Even the good ones. Because Billy knows from personal experience, even the good ones don’t stay that way for long.
Steve and Max will be pissed when they wake up and notice he bailed. Even more so when he finally does for good, but they will get over it. Move on. They already have once, and that was when there was still something left of Billy to miss.
He digs into his jeans for his wallet. After all the fucking cleaning supplies, gas, and a 6-pack to make the day a little less miserable, Billy’s left with barely enough money for either lunch, or a carton of cigarettes.
With a heavy sigh, he chooses the cigarettes and gets in his car headed north.
hey so im gonna be taking time off writing for another job all next week so I'm posting this so you have something to read. DONT WORRY Sinful Sunday will continue, I'll just be busy this sunday and next making that capitalist coin!
This may turn into a fic, it may not. I wrote it right after I finished QAF for the 36th time.
Tags: Angsty steddiegrove, sex work, HIV+ character, violence
"Where do you go at night?"
Steve and Eddie are lying on Steve’s bed smoking weed when Steve asks the question that will inevitably change the course of their relationship, their future, forever.
"What," Eddie asks, trying and failing for aloof. He thought he had been so careful.
“You sneak out, every night. Where do you go, when you leave?"
Lying is the only probable next course of action. If he wants to keep Steve in his life that is. The truth will sever everything they once had.
“Dealing doesn’t exactly fit a normal 9-5," Eddie says. It’s a half-lie.
"You were selling drugs in Lafayette at 3 in the morning? Do you think I’m stupid," Steve snaps.
Eddie’s entire body flashes hot with the amount of detail in that accusation.
"What? No! Wait, how did you- hang on, have you been spying on me?"
"Answer the question Eddie!"
Eddie feels cornered, and that’s never a good place for him to be. Because when he feels trapped, he lies, and he can’t stop. He will say anything to cover his ass, even if its just to survive to see another minute.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."
Steve scoffs at Eddie’s attempt at self ownership.
"Why can’t you tell me, Eddie? I mean, after everything we’ve been through!”
Eddie bites into his tongue. He wishes it was that easy. God, does he wish it could be that simple...
“i can't, not with everything baby. I'm sorry.”
“Why not?” Steve demands and now he’s angry. His eyes are lined with tears and Eddie can feel the beginning of the end coming like an approaching storm.
“Because you won't love me anymore.”
It’s the truth. And Eddie hates to even hear the words out loud. Because its gonna hurt so bad to hear it twice. From Steve’s lips. The soundbite will live with him for eternity.
“Isn't that for me to decide,” Steve objects.
“You've already decided.”
Eddie remembers the shit Harrington pulled on Wheeler when she hurt his frail male ego by just existing in the same space as another man. He remembers the hateful way Steve spits the word ‘whore’ because he associates it with his father and all of his sins. It’s how everyone says the word. Like its poison in their mouth.
Slut. Hooker. Whore. But that's what Eddie is. Until he can find something that pays better. Because he has to eat. He and Wayne won’t survive an Indiana winter without heat. And after Eddie was banished and then half-heartedly rewelcome into a unstable healing community, no one in Hawkins treats him the same. Weed sales have dried up. No one wants to hire him for any job. Not even the mechanic shop down the street that is desperately understaffed and Eddie is overqualified for. So what the hell else is he supposed to do? Wayne just turned 68. He shouldn’t need to work 12 hour shifts just to barely support the kid he didn't ask for in the first place. Eddie never should have been his burden. So this is Eddie’s way of giving back. Pulling his own weight so he didn't feel so much like a goddamn freeloader all the time. But could Steve understand that? Steve wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t, lets say as morally flexible as some other people.
"I can't- do this Eddie... If you’re going to lie to me." Steve says and one look into his eyes and Eddie feels what's left of the tie between them sever.
"I'm not lying," He insists but its a half truth at best.
"You're not telling me everything, that counts," Steve all but shouts.
"You don't tell me everything."
He referring to whatever the hell went on between Hargrove and him two years ago. Eddie and Steve arent the only people different after an apocalypse. Their previous heated rivalry has all but burned out. So has Hargroves own personal brand of anger. They move around each other like chess pieces, always conscious of the others movement to limit interactions at school. But after school? Eddie’s seen Billy’s camero parked at Harrington’s more than it's parked in the trailer park.
"That's different Eddie,” Steve huffs, scoffs as he pushes his hair back. “and you know it."
"How, how is it different Steve?" Eddie’s never brought it up before tonight. Eddie’s never been one for exclusivity, why the hell should he expect Steve to be?
"It doesn't involve you, or us. This does."
"Right,” Eddie scoffs, “Well, for argument's sake, it is safer for you not to know. For both of us."
Steve is silent for three beats too long.
Here it comes.
Eddie can’t look at him. His face goes numb before the words can hit his ears.
"Then you have my answer Eddie.”
It still hits him like a slap in the face. Steve’s done with him. And it hurts so much more than he anticipated it would.
Eddie knew it was only a matter of time. He knew what Steve wanted in the end, and it was still someone more like Wheeler. A sweetheart. A family. Nothing Eddie can guarantee. Eddie doesn’t have much to say in his defense. So he doesn’t.
"I'm sorry Eddie,” Steve, obviously uncomfortable in the silence, speaks again. “This is just, too much for me right now.”
"Okay,” comes out of Eddie’s numb mouth, even if it's the complete opposite.
Eddie knew a clean break now would eventually be better than enduring their relationship fizzling out slowly. But it doesn't mean the inevitable failure of one more relationship doesn't hurt.
-two months later-
“Munson?”
Eddie blinks, of all the people to find him, here, he didn't think it would be Californian transplant, and fellow trailer trash bad boy Billy Hargrove from Hawkins. He just wants to disappear into the pavement.
Eddie’s feet move to sprint, but Billy’s lighting reflexes catch him before he can.
“Where the hell are you going now, Eddie?”
Eddie rips away from him. He hates the way his name sounds out loud. He hadn’t felt like ‘Eddie’ in weeks. He’s barely felt like anything. More like Nothing and no one. A nameless face in a sea of sex workers, businessmen, and bar patrons that he cycled through every day.
“It’s none of your damn business,” Eddie spits, though it doesn't have much venom. He doesn't have the energy. He's sick, he’s cold, and he’s so fucking tired. He still has two more clients he can’t blow off tonight if he wants to have a prayer at ever getting unburied under his last hospital bill. Billy Hargrove and Hawkins and all that past shit is his lowest priority.
“People are worried man,” Billy says, stopping Eddie from taking more than a step away. “Wayne especially. Don't you give a shit about him?”
Now Eddie is pissed, because who the fuck did Billy Hargrove think he was, telling him about what he should do? Talking to him about Wayne. As if he understood a goddamn thing about their lives! His anger flairs up his cough that only aggravates the pneumonia-scarred tissue and then Eddie’s coughing so hard it nearly knocks him over.
When Billy moves close to ‘help’ Eddie slaps him off.
“Everything I’m doing is for him! You don’t fucking know shit, Billy! How could you, you're just a kid!”
And while Billy was 17 and Eddie was 6 months into his 23rd lap around the earth, he felt so much older. His tragic sequence of life events had aged him decades. He’d be lucky to make it to 24 at this rate.
Billy watches him curiously, putting together pieces Eddie doesnt mean him to.
“Why did you take off Eddie?”
“Why do you care?” Eddie doesn’t really think it's concern he sees in Billy's features.
“Wayne doesn't have anyone else. You scared the shit out of him when you left.”
“Oh and what, you two are bffs now,” Eddie asks bitterly.
Billy shrugged.
“We've been spending a lot of time together, yeah.”
Eddie scoffs wetly. Fantastic. Now even Wayne has his own Eddie replacement. A better, nicer son. If Wayne didn’t need him anymore, well, he didn’t have any more ties back to Hawkins. He should be relieved, but instead he just feels empty. Forgotten. Unwanted. Billy had said people missed him, but the only name he offered up was Wayne’s.
Eddie sniffs up the tears threatening to spill and reaches into his jacket. He takes out the seven hundred dollars and change he’s managed to squirrel away after his last AZT prescription refill and holds it out to Billy.
“What is this?” Billy looks at the wad like its poisoned, and well, he's not entirely wrong, it's certainly dirty money. But its still green. And that’s all the world runs on. And speaking of money, the man he was currently scheduled to suck off is honking at him from across the parking lot, eyeing Billy with violent intent. Eddie needed to move quick before this escalated.
“I’m not coming back. T-To Hawkins, I mean. I can’t, so I need you to give this to Wayne for me. Can I trust you to get it to him?”
Billy finally takes the money, counts it, and then his jaw drops.
“There’s over seven hundred dollars here Eddie.”
“I know,” Eddie sighs dejectedly. “It should have been more but,” but you got stupid and believed some pretty, coked-up twink instead of following your gut. And now you get to live with the weight of that decision, forever… “It doesn’t matter. Just, please make sure he gets it. It should cover the next few payments on the trailer.”
Billy looks at him for a long time.
“What the hell have you been doing Munson?”
Eddie scoffs before the car horn across the street blares loud, startling him right out of his skin.
“Nothing you want to know about. Just please make sure he gets it, and knows, I’m sorry. For all of it.”
Billy’s eyes lower suspiciously.
“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”
Eddie shrugs.
“Because it has to be.” Eddie can’t feel anything below his neck anymore. The honk is starting up again. He’s really pushing his luck now.
“Eddie, come on,” Hargrove begs and why does it sound like he’s actually pleading? Billy’s never had a nice word to say to him or Steve. And now he’s gone for what, a few weeks, and his enemy wants to become best friends? He doesn’t understand this plotline. He’s ready to get out of it.
“I’m gotta go, Billy. Please, look out for Wayne.”
Eddie leaves the very next minute and sprints across the street, just narrowly avoiding being hit by the semi that blasts his horn.
heyooooooooo this week has been really tough mentally and physically as I've been healing so I got a shorter post this week for you. But I also posted a bunch of wips earlier this month.
HOT TO GO!
This prompt comes to you from @tentoriumcerebelli!!! Harringriveson pool party, for this hot summer weather!
Ship: Harringroveson
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rating: Mature(for now)
Tags: Post season 3 everyone lives, lifeguard Billy, pool/summer time, flirting, established Steddie, pre slash, gay billy hargrove, queer eddie munson, bi steve harrington
Preview:
Steve’s gonna kill those gaggle of dipshits for making him come here. Because really, since he found out Hargrove was lifeguarding the pool again, through an unfortunate eavesdropped conversation at the Wheeler's house, the last place he wants to be is in the man's presence again.
They haven't spoken more than a few compulsory words to each other since October. Of ‘84. It’s currently June of ‘86. In that time Steve has graduated, officially ended things with Nancy, discovered he’s bisexual, and started dating Eddie Munson on the down low. Not because either of them are ashamed of the other, but because in a town like Hawkins, discretion is required for survival.
That also may have been a factor when Steve allowed the kids to drag him here. He knew Eddie would also be here, he had shown up damn near every day since the pool reopened. Because, well, turns out, Steve wasn’t the only one with unresolved ‘feelings’ for Californian Dickhead Billy Hargrove.
