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A 1091 word vamp!Eddie, witch!Steve and werewolf!Billy one shot with ER!Mungrove and sort of meet-cute/ugly
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“I'm fine, can we just go? I'm sure there are haunted houses and shit that need dealing with,” Billy said.
More like whined, but Eddie knew he wouldn't appreciate this word.
“Stop whining,” Eddie answered, rolling his eyes.
Bu now, Billy had been not whining for three fucking days. Both because the goddamned fleas he managed to get during one of his shifts wouldn't leave him alone, and because he didn't want to go ask a witch to help deal with them.
Who on Earth got magical fucking fleas anyway. Billy couldn't explain exactly what he had been doing that night, and Eddie only came home when Billy was already soundly asleep under a mountain of blankets.
At least the nasty pests seemed to only be attracted to werewolves. Or at maybe only to alive things. But they still were a nuisance when Eddie was trying to feed from Billy in peace.
Like, it's not fun to get a bug jump in your nose during dinner.
And here they were, in a random neighborhood on a Wednesday evening, with a rough idea that a witch might live in one of the houses.
“Those are my fleas!” yelled Billy, furiously scratching his neck.
“And I live with you!”
Eddie couldn't comprehend why Billy was so adamantly against a witch visit. It was the best next thing to an actual magical vet and the fleas were clearly making him miserable.
Billy growled in response, making Eddie throw up his hands and get out of the car.
He kicked a tire. Gently.
Billy called him a slur from the car.
Eddie flipped him off.
Billy got out of the car.
“We don't even know her,” Billy whined.
“Oh poor baby, are you afraid she won't think you're cool because of your fleas?” Eddie cooed, unsympathetic.
Billy frowned and didn't answer, turning around and walking up to a one-storey house that looked to be sort of falling apart with its garden overgrown and one of the windows clearly papered over from the inside.
Or your average witch house.
It looked funny in comparison to a small mansion across the street. That one seemed to have a pool and a garden in the backyard, and a real porch and shit. Why both of those houses were in a completely normal looking suburb of otherwise identical looking perfect little family houses was unclear.
The door was opened after three rings (Billy put all of his annoyance onto pettiness) by a harassed looking tiny chick with a huge halo of curls and eyes that took up almost half of her face.
“Yes?” She asked, way angrier than her look would imply.
She somehow sounded almost like Billy, which was impressive in a way.
Billy glowered.
She glowered back, very clearly not intimidated in the slightest.
As entertaining as this standoff was, Eddie remembered that they were here on business.
“Ah yeah, we're here… for…” for fuck’s sake, this was the worst part, always.
They didn't know if this girl was actually a witch, so they couldn't ask directly, but otherwise they just looked insane. He moved his fingers in the air like sparkles falling away, trying to think of something. A quick glance at Billy told him he wasn't going to be helpful, choosing to stare at their car with a mulish expression on his face.
The girl sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Who gives this address to everyone? Jesus. You've got the wrong house, you need that one,” she pointed behind Eddie and Billy.
Turning around, they saw that she was pointing to the big house. The random mansion.
That didn't seem right.
They turned back to look at the chick.
Witches didn't live in nice places.
Billy still glowered. She didn't back down, clearly seconds away from slamming the door on them.
“Are you…” Eddie started.
“Am I sure that neither I nor my boyfriend are the witch you're looking for? Yes. My ex, however, is a witch, and he lives there. Bye.” She slammed the door.
Well, this wasn't rude at all. But Eddie was still impressed.
“This is our chance to leave,” said Billy, “a guy? That's fucked up for a witch.”
Eddie thought about it for a minute. Like, yeah, but he wasn't about to agree with the person who couldn't even deal with his fleas like an adult.
“That's sexist.”
“Hey! The job requires patience us guys aren't gifted with.”
Eddie shook his head and went across the street. Whatever. Like being a DM the way Eddie used to be before they started traveling full time didn't require the same patience.
The house was intimidating. He rang the bell.
And rang the bell.
And rang the bell.
And rang the bell.
“Maybe he's not home?” Billy half-whispered, hope clear in his eyes.
Eddie was about to agree and leave, when the door flew open, a nerdy looking kid flying by them.
“Sorry! Steve, you’ve got visitors! I'll come by in the morning! Bye!” He yelled all in one breath, mounting his bike.
When Eddie and Billy turned back from watching him go, there was a guy their age in the doorframe.
“Sorry about that. You needed something?” the guy asked, looking annoyed but clearly trying to put on his polite client-oriented mask.
For a moment, there was approximately one thought in Eddie's mind.
The guy was hot.
Eddie didn't look, but he could literally feel Billy move into his seducer pose, leaning against the frame.
“Well, hello,” he said in a voice that Eddie always thought just had to hurt his throat, but Billy insisted that being hot was worth it.
Eddie could see the guy's confusion and mild interest morph into slight skepticism where he looked over Eddie's shoulder at Billy.
“He has some sort of magic fleas, please help,” Eddie blurted, pointing at Billy with his thumb, ignoring the indignant “hey”. The prettiest brown eyes on Earth darted to him then back at Billy.
They guy nodded once, then twice.
“Oh. That's… yeah, that… I think I'll need to figure out what they really are first, and then make you something, so come on in, it'll take some time. I'm Steve, by the way,” Steve ushered them in.
And if they left in the morning only to go get groceries and come back, then who can fault them? A witch guy is a rarity, you've got to hold onto them.
Especially one that ends up having an address of an actual magical vet and is willing to make the drive with you.
Even MORE of Casual
Steve’s phone rang just as he was pulling the meatballs out of the oven. He slid the pan onto the range top quickly, tossing the towel he used as an oven mitt over his shoulder as he grabbed the phone off the wall.
“Yello,” he greeted the caller.
“...Steve?” The voice was young, feminine, familiar.
“Max? Hey. How are you?”
In response, the young woman sobbed.
Oh shit.
“Oh shit. Max? Are you okay?” Steve was frozen. He and Max were not exactly close and Billy was still keeping very mum on their…non-relationship. Despite this Steve’s first thought was that there must be something wrong with Billy.
“Billy told me to call you.”
OH SHIT. Steve’s blood ran cold. If Billy told his little sister to call him, things were bad.
“What’s going on, Max? Is Billy okay? Did something happen in California?” Billy had left to visit his mom’s family earlier that week.
“Oh. Yeah, he’s fine. He told me to call you if I, um, if I needed anything while Billy was gone?” The statement sounded like a question. Steve was stunned, then felt heat flood his system - Billy had told Max to call him. Before he let himself get lost in the knowledge that Billy trusted him with his family, Steve refocused on Max.
“What do you need, Max? I’m here.”
She sniffed, hard.
“Um, my mom and Neil are having a huge argument, and usually when this happens I call Billy and he’ll come pick me up and we’ll go to his apartment, but he’s gone, and mom is REALLY upset, she’s, like, trying to kick Neil out of the house? And-,” she hiccuped. “- I know I’m, like, a little old for this, but I hate it when they fight, it reminds me of when Billy lived here and Neil would, would-. Steve, I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m gonna come get you, okay? Can you get out of the house and wait for me somewhere? There’s a park nearby, go to the swings and wait there and I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Okay, Max?”
Her voice was small but relieved when she whispered “Okay,” back.
“I’m leaving right now, Max. I’ll see you soon.” He waited for her to hang up, then grabbed his keys and wallet, barely remembering to turn off the oven, leaving the meatballs on the stovetop, and running out of his front door.
Ten minutes later he was pulling into the park. It was dusk and the area had only a few older kids hanging out. Max was sitting on a swing, casually pushing herself with one leg back and forth. She spotted Steve as soon as he pulled in and jumped up to run to his car. He had barely parked before she was throwing open the passenger seat and sliding in.
In the brief glow of the overhead light, Steve saw her eyes were red but dry, and she looked calmer than she had sounded earlier. As soon as she was buckled in, Steve put the car in drive.
“Where to, Mad Max?”
“Can we get something to eat? I’m starving. This ALWAYS fucking happens at dinner, I swear.”
“Language,” Steve muttered, unthinking. Max scoffed then giggled.
“You’re such a grandpa.”
“Yeah, yeah, smartass,” said Steve the hypocrite. He smiled. “Spaghetti and meatballs sound good?”
“Are you kidding?! Holy crap that sounds perfect. I have been CRAVING pasta.”
It took the full 15 minutes to get back to Steve’s place. Max filled the drive with chatter, about Lucas, the classes she was taking, and the car she was saving up for. She carried on when they got into his duplex. While he heated sauce (his mom’s) and cooked the spaghetti (store bought), she complained about her job at the arcade. As she scoured his kitchen cabinets for plates and cutlery, then loaded up their plates, she bragged about her high scores on five of the games they carried. When they sat down in front of the TV and Steve put on the news, Max had something to say about every story. An hour later, after she’d gotten seconds, perused his VHS collection, and told Steve about a book she was reading (in detail), she finally seemed to lose steam. It was getting a little late, but Steve didn’t want to take her back to someplace she didn’t feel safe. Before he could figure out how to broach the subject, she piped up.
“Could I use your phone?”
“Of course!” Steve stood up to take her to it, then sat back down when she whizzed past him to grab it from the wall. As she was dialing, Steve gathered their plates to take to the sink. He didn’t want to eavesdrop but also felt a strange responsibility for the girl that demanded he stay near, so he leaned back against the counter to wait with her.
Max was tense, but she shot him a grateful smile when he took up his post. Whoever she was calling answered, and Max relaxed.
“Hey mom. … I’m at Steve’s. … What? … I don’t know! … Can’t I- Okay! I’ll ask! Hey, Steve, can I stay with you tonight?”
Steve was flabbergasted. His face must have shown it.
“Please? Mom doesn’t want me going home.” Max was putting on a strong facade, but there were large, obvious cracks in it; Steve could not turn her away.
“Of course.”
She nodded quickly, her eyes wide and wet.
“He said yes, mom. Will you tell me what’s going on?” Max got quiet as she listened, and Steve decided that this was something he could leave her to. He went to his bedroom to change his sheets - Max could sleep in his bed, and he’d sleep on the couch. He found a pair of Dustin’s sweats that the boy had left here the last time they’d had a movie night and an old tshirt of his own that he’d grown out of before it got too ratty, and put them aside for her to sleep in if she wanted. Then he changed into his own pajamas - flannel pants and a too large shirt.
He made his way back out toward the kitchen. Max was still on the phone and she looked like she had cried, but there was a lightness to her face. She saw Steve and gave him a small smile.
“Yeah, mom. I love you, too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Max hung up the phone and walked to Steve, then surprised the hell out of him by throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight.
“My mom’s leaving Neil,” she whispered.
“Oh. Um, wow. Is that-?” Steve did not know how to respond to this.
“It’s a good thing. He isn’t a good person.” Max burrowed her head into Steve’s chest. “Something bad happened tonight, she won’t tell me what, but. Mom says she’s getting a restraining order against him for her and me.” Steve didn’t know what to say to that. A restraining order? Jesus.
“Are you going to be able to go back home?” He asked. She shrunk in on herself. “Sorry! I don’t know what happens with restraining orders. I don’t know how they work.” He awkwardly patted her back; strangely, it seemed to help.
“Mom says the sheriff says Neil will have to leave the house and find somewhere else to live. I guess there’s a lot of court stuff involved? I don’t know, but she said I should be able to go home tomorrow.”
Steve nodded, then asked the question that had been burning in him.
“What about Billy?”
Max looked up at Steve, her face worried.
“I- I don’t know. Mom didn’t say anything about him! Oh god. Do you think Neil will hurt him? Can Billy get a restraining order?” She seemed to be genuinely asking Steve, who was left grasping for calm.
“Billy’s not going to be back until next week, right? Your mom needs to call him and tell him what’s going on. I don’t know- he doesn’t tell me-.” Steve took a deep breath. “Max, does Billy need a restraining order against his dad?”
Her voice was small and her eyes shifted away when she said, “I don’t know.” She was quiet a moment, chewing on her lip, before she finally met his eyes, held them, and nodded her head. Steve nodded back, his mind racing.
“Tomorrow, we’ll talk to Billy. For now, I think we should watch a movie, eat some ice cream, and get some sleep.”
Max obviously wasn’t expecting this response, but she agreed readily. Steve offered her the sleep clothes, which she accepted, and gave her the spare toothbrush that had come in the two-pack he’d bought last time. She closed herself in the bathroom to change, and appeared moments later, demanding ice cream and to watch Fright Night. Steve sighed at the movie - not his first choice, especially after an emotionally wrought night, but if that’s what would take Max out of her head, then that’s what they would watch.
Thirty minutes into the movie Max was nodding off against the back of the couch. Steve paused the tape and chivvied the girl toward the bedroom. She didn’t argue, drifting sleepily down the hall and climbing into the bed, face soft and eyes half closed. She laid down and turned over with a quiet “Night.”
“Good night, Max.” Steve left the door open and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and prepare to sleep. He kept the light in the bathroom on and pulled the door almost fully closed, so Max could find it if she needed it in the middle of the night. Then he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket from the closet. After making sure the front door was locked and the kitchen wasn’t a disaster, he made up his couch nest, turned off the lights, and put on Sixteen Candles.
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This came in fits and spurts after a long day on the road. I read over it to check for any glaring errors but I know I missed some stuff.
ANYWAY!!!! I really enjoyed writing this scene. It would definitely come after the last scene I posted, but I'm not sure if there will be anything in between.
I have a good bit written for this story, but I'm kind of just writing as it comes to me, and posting little bits here and there. I will be editing it into a cohesive THING at some point and posting it in its entirety.
I really hope y'all are enjoying this! Cause I am LOVING writing it.
I love how every time I open Pinterest it’s like getting punched in the face. It’s like they do it on purpose just to hurt me.
Okay, yes please! Idea:
Mr. H's Treehouse is a local kids show (talking in the area of like San Diego to Los Angeles). Meeting him for the first time in person, Billy can't help but notice something's wrong with Steve, who may not be all sunshine, as he gives himself.
During recess, Steve takes a moment to breath: these meet and greets are great! To see all those shining eyes he helped to inspire and guide- but he's sad. Because this current season in filming will be the last season. The show's getting cut because of budget. Which gets Billy's attention; the sunshine, who's brooding by himself. And they get to talk... Which admittedly is really bad, because behind those kind brown eyes and great ass is a nuisanced and interesting personality. Shit.
The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.
She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.
So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.
But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.
(Spoiler, it’s something more.)
Okay but like, sorry for the lack of resolution and all the blurry pixels but like….why the title card on Netflix gotta put Steve’s absolute cake on display like that
my word
Joyce telling Steve cute stuff about Billy at the dinner table. Billy wants to dig himself into the ground.
REBLOG, DO NOT REPOST ⚠️
Steve: I can’t imagine what Billy is planning to get rid of his dad. But I can tell you two things
Steve: We won’t like it and it won’t be legal
Steve: And we’re gonna do it because we all love and support him
Dustin: We do?
El: We do
Guys @magickizu and I made Steve's baseball bat for Her Cosplay :D
It's a replica made of foam, modeling clay and magnets
Don't mind me, I'm just thinking about the fact that Billy Hargrove was possessed for days and his family was intact at the end. There was no reason Neil and Susan and Max shouldn't have been flayed unless he begged for them to not be possessed, unless he fought it with everything he could. Heather's whole family is taken, but Susan and Neil and Max are fine. He protected them, even his dad. Until his last breath he protected them.
Lucas and Steve both being into basketball is fucking wasted in the show. Like who do you think taught him??? To the point of getting onto the varsity team as a freshman??? It would be so cute to see them practicing together!
Especially since Dustin was moving more towards Eddie and Lucas was moving away from dnd. Like it makes sense that Steve would be hanging out with Lucas the most.
Lucas and Steve friendship is so underrated!!! I love them so much!! I need more fanfics of these two being closer. It always Max or Dustin. But my boy Lucas is right there taking part in something that Steve loves, they have the most in common.
not their “Harrington what in the actual fuck” face being nearly identical this is so fucking funny 😭😭
"Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been, a teen, teen idle
Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible
Feeling super, super, super suicidal"
(Marina and the diamonds - Teen Idle)
Yes, yes I know and I hear you. Vampire!Eddie and Werewolf!Billy having fun with little, puny, cute human plaything named Steve. It's funny. It's hot. Yes.
BUT!! WHAT IF- Steve is a demon, a fallen guardian angel, assigned to watch over Hawkins. He fell to protect in any way necessary, at any cost...
-So of course he's not gonna blow his cover for little, puny, cute paranormal mortals who just have some fun and a nice friendship! Until of course shit goes down and the upsidedown happens. Then Billy and Eddie are just absolutely confused and shocked and one of them drops "are angels and demons even real!?? How!??" - "wait.. does that mean, you actively, deliberately lost against us. Every time??"
"What's so wrong about letting you guys have your fun, if I don't mind?"
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk!
Kind of crazy that Steve is one of the most beloved and iconic characters on the show, for better or for worse, but we actually know the least about him out of anyone in the main line up. We know more about characters only introduced in season 4 than we do him
We don't even know his parents' names?? We know the names of Robin's parents, even Eddie's and Barb's... We barely know a thing about Steve outside of that he's from a rich upbringing, good at sports, babysits the kids, is fucking feral and should probably relax a bit with Nancy.
I think this explains why there's so many fics out there about him secretly being a Number. Of the main line up if anyone were to turn out to be a surprise Number he's the most plausible because genuinely what the fuck do we even know about him that would dispute that theory?
(I'll also always point out what a striking resemblance Steve has to one of the original MKUltra test subjects, Ken. Who I'm not saying could be his dad but they could at the very least be related. Ken talked about his whole family being gifted, and how he'd be drawn to places; ending up in the right place at the right time as related to his abilities, and Steve sure does have a way of walking in on things right as he's needed, however farfetched the circumstances may be.)
Because it's been living rent free in my head lately:
Greek Mythology Harringrove AU
Gather 'round my children, for I have hadeth another brain fart... And this is what I woke up with!! Yes, I changed their names because ancient greek, man! Max is okay. Steve, eh gets difficult. Lucas- okay... But Dustin?? Or Nancy?? Anyway!- Steve is a hero, Billy is Eros and they find each others presents strangely comforting.
Of course the others will all also be there, definitely. And they each have their own backgrounds and stories and reasons to do... Uh... Stuff!
I got the idea randomly whilst listening to I won't say I'm in love from Disney's Hercules sooo...
Expect to see more of that in the future! WOOOO!!-
can y’all IMAGINE how goddamn smug Billy would’ve been if he’d slept with Nancy’s mom AND her ex??
ain’t no way that man is keeping that shit to himself, he’d glance at Nancy ONCE and laugh so hard he was crying before saying something dumb like, “Who knows, Nance? Maybe Byers is next.”
Love wins 😌
And a version for my aro/ace/not interested in kissing for whatever reason siblings:
Growing.
On my summer grind
Reblogs appreciated <3
[This is a digital painting, not a photo]
"Nice earring by the way."
Robin said, from behind the counter with, a knowing smile on her lips as she punched numbers into the register, slamming the door with a satisfying chime.
Billy's brows furrowed as he reached to get his change back. Robin outstretched her hand as well, deliberately showing off the silver ring on her thumb, it shone in the fluorescent light of the ice cream shop.
"Thanks Buckley." he huffed a laugh, face falling back to the usual smirk as he stuffed his change into the front pocket of his jeans.
She grinned cheerily back at him, he shot her a wink and sauntered out of the store, purposefully swaying his hips.
"The hell was that all about?" Steve spluttered, jaw agape at the scene he just witnessed.
"I think Hargrove and I just became best friends."
Steve only rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, completely oblivious.
Today I randomly discovered these pigeons and OF COURSE I needed to draw Billy in similar form (and I drew him in his 3rd form that exists but I never use lolol)
(it's a stupid doodle I made during work but I still thought it was too cute to pass on it)
"A cishet person must have made this, no queer person would ever portray queerness in this way."
"This artist must be white."
"No SA victim would ever handle the subject in this way."
"No woman would ever write women like this."
"This creator is obviously neurotypical. Everyone with autism/ADHD/depression understands-"
Nope.
People who make these blanket statements are very frequently proven wrong when the creator comes out as a member of that group. And even when they aren't proven wrong, even in cases where the creator isn't from the group in question, actual members of the group who don't fit whatever arbitrary criteria are being expressed will see these statements and feel excluded and erased.
Not everyone in your group is going to share your experiences. No single individual gets to personally decide what does or doesn't count as a "valid" expression of trauma or being part of a particular group, and creators are also not obligated to out themselves in order to "prove" their validity.
If something doesn't resonate with you, all that means is that it doesn't resonate with you. You don't have to like it. But you don't get to decide what it means to someone else.
a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town
academy
adventurer's guild
alchemist
apiary
apothecary
aquarium
armory
art gallery
bakery
bank
barber
barracks
bathhouse
blacksmith
boathouse
book store
bookbinder
botanical garden
brothel
butcher
carpenter
cartographer
casino
castle
cobbler
coffee shop
council chamber
court house
crypt for the noble family
dentist
distillery
docks
dovecot
dyer
embassy
farmer's market
fighting pit
fishmonger
fortune teller
gallows
gatehouse
general store
graveyard
greenhouses
guard post
guildhall
gymnasium
haberdashery
haunted house
hedge maze
herbalist
hospice
hospital
house for sale
inn
jail
jeweller
kindergarten
leatherworker
library
locksmith
mail courier
manor house
market
mayor's house
monastery
morgue
museum
music shop
observatory
orchard
orphanage
outhouse
paper maker
pawnshop
pet shop
potion shop
potter
printmaker
quest board
residence
restricted zone
sawmill
school
scribe
sewer entrance
sheriff's office
shrine
silversmith
spa
speakeasy
spice merchant
sports stadium
stables
street market
tailor
tannery
tavern
tax collector
tea house
temple
textile shop
theatre
thieves guild
thrift store
tinker's workshop
town crier post
town square
townhall
toy store
trinket shop
warehouse
watchtower
water mill
weaver
well
windmill
wishing well
wizard tower
This pic of them screams twinergy (twin energy)