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Steve Billy and Eddie hanging out together on St. Valentines 💘💞 preview. full — patre0n link in bio

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So pocket Jason very much wants to join pocket Chrissy and Eddie but he's shy and what he do instead is return into comfy pocket 🥺

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Inspiration from this tweet, thank you very much.

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It's a stupid idea to get Billy to tell him what's going on. But Hopper just can't take it anymore. It's so obvious and Billy still lies about it. Even today, on Valentine's Day. Jim is sick of it. So he decides to call them out.

"Same rules for you as for El," Jim says, crossing his arms. "The door stays open. Three inches."

Billy scowls at him, cheeks turning a little red - probably not all from anger. "Three inches? Are you fucking serious? We're just hanging out."

Next to him Eddie breaks out into laughter while Steve rubs his neck, avoiding Jim's gaze.

"What's so funny?" Jim asks, trying not to grin and wondering if it's too late to arrest Eddie for the joint behind his ear. This fucker is ruining his whole plan.

"Nothing," Steve says, quickly. "We'll go to Billy's room now - and leave the door open. Three inches."

"Yeah," Eddie says. "Only Billy is getting more than three in-"

Billy puts his hand on Eddie's mouth, whole face now as red as the roses Jim bought for Joyce today.

Great, this plan kind of worked and backfired at the same time. Jim's own cheeks are burning.

"You better close the door when you're with your boyfriends," he just says. Which is what he should have said in the first place.

"Alright, Jim." Steve is also blushing and he takes Eddie's hand and drags him towards his room. Eddie is snickering the whole way.

"That's not how I wanted you to find out." Billy snorts.

"Guess that's on me," Jim says, still a bit uncomfortable. "Have a nice... date."

Billy's flush gets even darker. "Have fun with Joyce," he mumbles and goes to his room.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Chief," Eddie yells as he closes the door behind him. Jim is relieved he's staying over at Joyce's tonight.

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It took Eddie a while to notice. Looking back, he's a bit ashamed. He knows all about role plays and creating characters for new campaigns.

Billy Hargrove waltzed into Hawkins, a cigarette dangling from his lip, batting his eye lashes at every skirt in his sight, charming and biting his way up to the top of the school's parody of a King's Court within days after his arrival.

Eddie didn't care, just watched from a far, a bit distracted from the curve of Billy's ass. Like everybody else.

He's a showman. It's a role Billy plays and he's a great actor. He never forgets his lines, he can improvise when necessary and he never lets his mask slip.

Only today Eddie gets a glimpse of the real Billy. He's meeting him, hidden behind trees, about to "try some shitty Midwestern weed".

Billy grins at him, white teeth sharp and shiny, a picture perfect California boy, if it weren't for the cut on his cheek and the dark shadow below it. He's wearing makeup. Billy wouldn't hide bruises from a fight, would he?

Eddie doesn't let go of the weed he just handed to Billy.

"Would you let go?" Billy huffs. "I already paid for your shit."

"What happened?" Eddie asks, fingers still clutching the plastic bag.

"I dunno what you're talking about," Billy says, voice bored, but eyes squinting a little.

"I can see the bruise," Eddie tells him.

"Jesus fuck, you sound like Steve," Billy murmurs. He freezes.

Steve.. as in Harrington? It sounds… intimate. Steve Harrington worrying about Billy Hargrove. Eddie knew Hawkins High's royal circles hook up all the time, but actually caring about each other?

Unfortunately Eddie doesn't know better and won't let go. Maybe it's the reason he sucks so much at school, always discussing with teachers and not knowing when to stop.

"Who did it?" He asks. A heartbeat later he adds, because he feels like he heard this story before: "Was it at home?"

Billy's hand trembles, still on the weed. "None of your business."

Eddie sighs. "I can show you how to hide the bruise better. Do you have the makeup with you?"

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doodle ✨

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A visual representation of these gorgeous dumbasses loitering around my psyche.

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Steve's heart races when he hears some noise coming from the backyard. His thoughts wander to monsters with too many teeth and no faces, but then he hears water splashing around. Demdogs don't go for a swim, do they?

He walks outside and stops, blinded by the sun's brightness and then the scene in front of him.

"Are you fucking serious?" he asks.

Billy Hargrove floats along the pool on a red swim ring, a blunt in his hand. Eddie Munson sits on the edge of the pool, hair already wet and drinking a beer.

"Hey pretty boy," Billy just says as if he's hanging out at Steve's pool every fucking day. With Eddie Munson. Steve didn't even know they knew each other.

"You work at a pool, Billy." Steve doesn't even know why he feels the need to point this out. "Why are you here?"

"I like this one better." Billy shrugs and tries to kick a bit of water into Steve's direction.

Eddie hums in agreement. "Too many people oogling him." He gives Steve a sly grin. "You wanna join us?"

He says it like it's an innuendo. And why would Eddie give a shit about people staring at Billy? People stare at Billy all the time. Steve does, too. He just hopes no one notices.

"Are you inviting me to hang out with me... at my place?"

"Bingo!" Eddie shoots fucking finger guns at him.

"Don't be lame," Billy tells Steve, stretching his arms. Steve can see drops of water rolling down his golden skin. He's got a bite mark on his chest.

Steve's throat goes dry. He stares back at Eddie who winks at him. "If I get a joint, too."

"I'm very good at sharing," Eddie promises. Steve thinks of the red mark on Billy's skin and hopes Eddie is telling the truth.

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Billy doesn't need a cake or balloons. He's not a child. Birthday's are fucking overrated and he doesn't think existing needs to be celebrated. At all.

He has chosen to work on his birthday ever since he started mowing the neighbor's lawn back in California when he was 12. It's easier. He doesn't have to deal with Neil, the omnipresent disappointment and the lack of presents, compensated by insults and slaps.

He has worked at the diner with Heather for a few weeks now. The pay's shit and the red aprons are ridiculous, but at least they get to eat the leftovers. He has saved a piece of chocolate pie for later, plans to eat in his car.

"Hey waiter," someone yells from their booth. "I ordered apple pie ages ago, how long does this take?"

Billy rolls his eyes, walking over to the table. "We're out of-"

His boyfriends, Max, Carol and Tommy are sitting there, a giant cake in the middle. Eddie is squishing Steve's cheeks, struggling to put a tiny party head on his head. All of them already wear one.

"Happy birthday, asshole!" Max yells, throwing a bunch of confetti at him.

Heather walks through the rainbow falling down on him.

"I'll cover your shift, Billy." She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday."

Billy stares at her, mouth hanging open as he tries to make sense of what's happening.

"The King of trash talk is speechless," Tommy cheers, confetti in his hair. "We did it, guys."

Carol high-fives him, grinning smugly.

"Because you didn't tell anybody it's your birthday ," Eddie announces. "We're going to sing very loud for you, Billy boy."

Billy groans. He really can't speak, a lump of warmth and happy surprise in his throat.

Steve tries to straighten his hair, after Eddie tousled it. "I have to agree with Eddie on this one, Billy."

Billy holds his ears when they start to sing "Happy birthday", loud and terribly out tune. He stands there, confetti in his hair, overwhelmed and a bit embarrassed by the people watching curiously.

He ends up squeezed between Eddie and Steve in the booth, a piece of chocolate cake on his plate and certainly no tears in his eyes.

"Don't you think you're not in trouble for Max having to tell us about this," Eddie whispers into his ear. Rings cold against his neck when he strokes his neck.

Steve puts his arm around his waist. "But it's the good kind of trouble," he promises, voice low.

Billy eats a big bite of cake, still not able to say anything. A Birthday cake isn't that bad, he decides when he licks a bit of frosting from his lips.

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i wish i could draw more often

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can you please to a reaction the billy and Eddie see Steve in a sexy costume or lingerie you chose

This year is the year of the Rabbit. So I drew the outfit he gave and the reaction of the boys who saw him😂

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"Fancy seeing you here, California boy."

Billy groans. He thought that coming with Max to Lover's Lake was a good idea. It's fucking hot today and he just wanted to go for a swim.

Now he has to deal with Munson who looks so pale like he's never been out in the sun before and an already tan Harrington. They both carry a sixer and have a towel on their shoulders.

"Nice glasses." Harrington grins at him. What a bastard.

Billy just grabbed Max' pink sunglasses to get on her nerves, because she kept bitching about the music on the ride here.

"They're Max' glasses," he grumbles.

"Looks good," Harrington shrugs. "With the hair and so."

Billy scowls at him. Just because Harrington can't put his hair in a bun, it's not his place to be a bitch about it. "Shut up."

"It's a compliment," Harrington says, eyes wide and honest. " I mean it."

What? The heat must be too much for Harrington's brain.

"He's right, Billy boy, it does look good." Eddie holds up the beer. "You want a beer?"

Billy kind of does, but he's not sure they mean it and it's too hot for getting into a fight - even for him.

"I need to drive Max home later," he says instead.

"My mom can bring her home," says a curly haired kid walking past him. "Just don't be mean to them."

"I'll make sure he behaves," Eddie shouts after him.

Billy flips him off. "You can't tell me shit, Munson."

"We will see," Harrington mumbles. "He's kinda convincing."

What? What does that mean? Harrington pushes a beer can in his hand.

"Give it a try." He winks at Billy and somehow Billy feels even warmer than before - damn this fucking heat.

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celebrating the new year with another mungrove WIP 😔

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goofy xmas metalsandwich. steve standing under a mistletoe while eddie and billy decide who gets to kiss him first :3c

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"So, what's that for, Hargrove? Special occasion?" Eddie winks at Billy, handing him the little plastic bag. Hargrove's a good costumer, but today he bought more expensive stuff than usual.

He doesn't really expect an answer, but he gets one.

Billy shrugs. "Depends. You wanna hang out with Harrington and me or not?"

Eddie didn't really keep track what the preppy asshole and the new kid from California are doing... but aren't they rivals?

"You.. hang out with Harrington?" he asks. "Didn't you steal his crown or something?"

In secret, Eddie has always imagined showing these arrogant fuckers their place. For shoving him into lockers, making fun about being hold back for a year, calling him names. Not maybe Harrington or Hargrove in person, especially Billy had only sent him a few glares, but the flock surrounding them is awful.

Sure, he doesn't really care about their talk, still walking on the tables and doing his thing. But they would look good on their knees, Eddie thinks. Rather pretty.

"Yeah," Billy says, sounding bored. "Just fucking around."

Eddie's close to cracking a joke about Hargrove fucking around with Harrington, but it gets stuck on the tip of his tongue when Billy's shirt gets tugged down a bit and the edge of a purple hickey on his tanned skin shows.

Maybe it's not a joke. Eddie likes to play the dungeon master, because he can set up quests and riddles and most of all.. surprises. And boy, does he like this surprise.

"Sure, I'm game," he tells Billy and sees his own surprise flash in Billy's eyes. He looks again at the hickey and wonders if Harrington's got a few bruises too. Maybe he'll get some after tonight.

Billy looks down to where Eddie is staring and smirks at him, projecting cockiness and arrogance, but his cheeks are flushed and a bit pink. Tainting the picture Billy wants to paint of himself. Eddie smirks back at him, showing him it's not working.

"I'll …pick you up at 7," Billy says, fingers clutching tighter around bag of weed.

Eddie has no idea what he's getting into, but it's gonna be fun for sure.

"See you then, Billy."

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While most people think Steve would be a wonderful kindergarten teacher and Billy middle to high school teacher, for me it’s switched around. And Eddie is definitely primary.

Steve’s had his fair share of dealing with pre-teens and teens. He’s firm enough with them but also gets along with them and I could really see him doing something in a middle school, not English or science, but maybe a PE instructor who also coaches after school and helps tutor the kids who need a bit more help when their grades start to dip and they have to keep them up to stay on the team. He doesn’t really have a classroom, and when he’s not in the gym he’s around the school, helping out other teachers and signing in kids coming in late/leaving early. Helping walk a sick kid to the nurse. Listening to Dylan go on and on about his crush before telling him to just go talk to the girl and smiling at him later when he sees him talking to her.

We know Billy has worked with kids before. I really think he would be a great kindergarten teacher. Hair up in a messy bun, paint all over his clothes, telling kids very patiently to watch as he says the sound of the letter, patching up small scrapes from falling on the playground. He’s also able recognize early into kids lives when there’s something going on at home and gets things set into motion. Makes sure his kids have a safe environment to come to. Listens to them babble on about this and that and doesn’t understand a word but sure as hell understands when little Andrew whispers “Mr Billy” and sniffles and needs a hug. His classroom is bright and soft at the same time. They all play in his hair. After learning a bit of math he gives them snacks and lets them have a nap.

Eddie would be great with like, 3rd-5th grade. He would read chapter books with so much gusto they would groan when he closed it for the day, ask for one more chapter. Every year his class would have a project to write a little book, every kid writing their own chapter in their little fantasy novel, and in May he would get it bound and get a copy for all the students to have. Definitely has a painted mural of dragons on a wall in his class. Brings his guitar in once a month and lets the kids request songs.

They all get home at different times, Billy the earliest around 3:30, then Eddie at 4:30, and Steve around 6 after coaching. Billy has already showered and gotten dinner going, Eddie is in the shower with the door open, talking to Billy about his lesson plans for next week, and Steve is setting up the living room for cuddles after dinner, yelling at Eddie to hurry up in the shower, he’d like some warm water, please. They all fall asleep at like, 9:30.

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as SOON as steve gets eddie's phone number, he just starts leaving him all sorts of ridiculous voicemails. it's his favorite thing to do and he does it ALL the time.

they all make eddie smile into his hand and twirl his hair around his finger like a god damn giggly pre-teen, but these are some of his favorites:

— "hey eddie, just calling to say hi... hi."

— "when i saw you this morning you said you used the last of the milk for breakfast so this is me reminding you to get more milk."

— "hey eddie, you're probably not home yet, you just pulled out of my driveway, like, less than a minute ago, but... i had a nice time tonight. thanks for coming over."

— "robin took me shopping for dorm stuff with her and i saw this plant that had leaves so curly they reminded me of your hair. she ended up buying it. just thought you'd want to know."

— "hey eddie, i saw wayne at the hardware store today. i told him to tell you hi for me, but in case he forgets... hi."

— "eddie, there was a guy in front of me in line at the post office and he had the longest, grayest beard. it made me think of that wizard dude from those books you like? anyways, he looked kinda funny."

— "you left one of your tapes in my car — the dio one. that's the band on your jacket right? the vest, i mean. i... might have listened to it. and i... god, i'm never gonna hear the end of this am i? but i kind of liked it."

— and honorable mention to the time steve drunk dialed him and left a message of him and robin singing "oh eddie you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind hey eddie hey hey hey eddie" that was so long that the recording cut them off halfway through.