billy's titties (red framed)

ta-da…?

Content: Overstimulation, typical Billy behavior

Billys glad hes works out. Glad for this very reason. Hes laying in bed, arms behind his head and fucking into Eddie Munson with his hips, lifting up high and jackhammering into him. Eddies a mess, he's came twice already, his sweet little metalhead is unraveling before his very eyes. "Just one more Eddie. You can cum one more time." Billy chuckles, watching tears roll down Eddie's face, music is blaring in the background, Eddies sex mixtape.

"I cant holy shit I fuckin cant." Eddie is breathing hard, his voice is crackling and needy but hes still bouncing up and down, Billy still lifting him with just his hips. "Just one more Eddie. One more good cum for me." Billy's stomach is a mess of Eddies loads. Eddie is twitching, every moment an overstimulation of nerves, hes crying. His head thrown back. His balls throb. Just one more for Billy..Billy and that asshole smirk. One more.

hes a plot point. an object used for max's development. but he could've been. but the duffer brothers were too lazy to actually put the effort in to redeem him properly. so they took the easy way out and hoped it'd work to kill him off in a hero's sacrifice. which feels hollow and unemotional as he was literally a puppet for 95% of the season.

but they dropped all these hints to deeper shit they could've used to make an actual character-an interesting one too. that they did absolutely nothing with and is never mentioned again.

billy being abandoned by his mother and left with his abusive dad who punishes him for his stepsister's perceived bad behavior. that same father ridiculing him over his perceived masculinity, and calling him slurs when he doesn't perform. a step mom who sees it but doesn't intervene. moved from his hometown against his will. hes alone in a town he hates. no friends, no freedom. he cant even surf any more.

the animosity betweeen billy and max being about the move to hawkins. something mentioned several times but never explained. they both blame each other for it. billys performative masculinity, yet his clear obsession with steve harrington. calling steve pretty boy, the one earring, the very specific slur his father uses against him.

ALL of that is just canon.

now, billy is an asshole straight up. he threatened to run over a bunch of kids for no reason and broke max's skateboard. like yeah. hes such an ass. but theres a lot of complex shit packed in there.

he was screaming for help when he gets possessed, watching himself kill people. he's literally screaming. and nobody gives a single fuck (except for max) and that makes sense for the characters as they've been treated pretty horribly by billy. but he was 17 years old. he never got a chance to change or to even realize he wanted to. thats fucking depressing. him being an abuse victim (and nowhere near a perfect one) means he never got to grow outside of the box hed been shoved in. he never got to be anything else.

he celebrates pride in his own way

right ear is pierced - considered the 'gay ear'

a ring on his pinky finger was considered a 'tell'

david bowie tee who came out as bisexual in the 70s

Billy wasn’t gay. He was just into looking good.

For the ladies.

Of course.

And sometimes he liked looking at other dudes because they looked good. All strong and muscular and he liked guys with big hands and nice arms and- he appreciated them. Knowing the work it took to look good. For the ladies. Only.

He didn’t hate his job at the pool. Girls in bikinis, moms who got more and more risky, guys all wet and bare and- and he could look at the girls while having his sunglasses on so no one could tell.

But then school let out and that fucking freak, Munson, started showing up with the gaggle of kids who followed him around. And Billy hated it.

Because why was that- that dweeb so fucking hot. It pissed Billy off to no extent. Eddie was not hot. But when he had that monstrosity that he called hair all tied up in a bun, a few strands loose around his face, framing it perfectly, his paper pale skin on display, tattoos drawing the eye down to the waistband of his black swim trunks that stuck to his skin when he got wet, showing off the supple swell of his ass, when he had that stupid water gun held up ready to dose one of the kids and his muscular arms were up and his broad shoulders where catching the sun just right, water like diamonds on his skin that Billy just wanted to taste-

Billy fell off the lifeguard tower trying to get away from it. He smacked away the hands that came to offer him help, hand coming to his bleeding nose as he hid away in the employee changing room.

He started glaring at Eddie, hoping it would scare him off. But that backfired on him horribly. Because then he was just watching Eddie, his slim waist, his big hands, that stupid happy laughing with those big stupid soft lips pulled into a smile that didn’t make his heart race. And Eddie was deterred at all. No. No Eddie started teasing him.

“Aye aye, Captain, keep your drawers on.” Eddie quipped back when Billy barked for the millionth time to stop running. Then Billy was stuck because Eddie needed to shut up. And then the kisses started.

Eddie started blowing him kisses when Billy yelled at him. Loud ones that everyone saw. And Billy just had to start ignoring him completely. Not because his heart would race and the days Eddie didn’t come during his shift he felt sad. Not because of that.

Billy hated his summer job.

He hated it more when he started working at the record shop at the mall. Because why did no one tell him the night manager was fucking Eddie Munson.

here I am once again offering munsholland crumbs…

Eddie still got a little salty over bands that weren’t his playing at The Hideout.

It was nice and all the way the new owners poured some actual money into the place and outfitted it with a real stage and lights and…y’know, sound.

But he couldn’t help the sour twinge that prickled in his chest seeing total strangers lugging their equipment out onto Corroded Coffin’s turf.

This one tonight didn’t sound so bad, though.

What if Billy had managed to make that 911 phone call, after the steelworks? What if he'd told them about monsters, about what had happened to him, and to 'please send help, send the police, send the military, send anyone'?

But of course no one in their right mind would believe that, so they'd hang up on him, or tell him to stop with the prank calls, that it's not funny. So they hang up. He's left there in the phone booth, hurt and scared and alone, and the people who are supposed to help at emergencies didn't believe him. Didn't come.

Who does he call next?

No, really, who does he call?

Does he call home, where he lives with his abusive asshole of a father and a step-mother who sees but doesn't do anything and a step-sister who hates him? Does he call a friend (or are they more like followers, really; people that he has to be cool in front of, to keep his status as resident bad boy of Hawkins)? Does he call ANY other reliable grown-up in his life (but oh wait he doesn't have any of those does he??)?

I think ... I think that maybe he still knows his mother's old phone number by heart. The one she used just after she left, the one little Billy called hundreds of times, to beg her to come home. The one that she eventually stopped answering, and which got disconnected in the end.

And maybe he calls that number, now. (Lemonlovely tells me that the long distance charges wouldn't have worked from a phone booth, but maybe it did, or maybe he punched in that number and it worked locally too, maybe maybe maybe ...)

And someone answers. It's a woman. Not Billy's mother, of course, this is just a random woman who happens to live in a place that has a number that Billy still knows by heart. And she's very confused by someone calling at this hour, telling her about monsters of all things.

Billy knows it's not his mom. But it's a woman's voice, and he imagines it's his mom because he needs it to be her, and he tells her about the monsters and he tells her that he called for help but that no one's coming, and he begs her to come get him, to come back, please, and by then the random woman has hung up already and there's only the dial tone in his ear, but he doesn't really hear it. He's curled up on the floor of the phone booth, knees drawn up, clutching the phone in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut, crying crying crying

And no one comes for him.

But he's sitting in the library, tapping out various beats onto his notebook and wondering how long it will take for this tutor of his to call it quits and never speak to him again-

"Alright Munson, enough messing around. I'm gone at 5pm and if you fail the next quiz then that's on you."

No, Eddie didn't think that new kid Billy (that's his name, right?) was going to be tutoring him. But he didn't really have any complaints.

Billy sits down next to him and flips through a book until landing on some random page.

"How far are you into this?" Billy asks.

"Into what?"

"The book, dipshit." He holds up his copy of The Grapes of Wrath. Eddie has a faint recollection of seeing that cover under one of his speakers during a show. He doesn't need to tell Billy, though. His expression tells all.

"You haven't even started it, have you?"

"Well, is it any good?"

"God no– it's from the 30s about the Great Depression and farming. "

Billy sighs and begins to rattle on about the story, and Eddie finds himself hanging onto every word. In the weirdest way everything begins to make sense to him. Everything those teachers have tried to cram into Eddie's brain since his first year just flows into his head when those words leave Billy's lips. Why is he staring at those? Does it matter? It's not like Billy's eyes are on him. They dart around every which way, but never seem to catch on Eddie. Such a shame... they're just as pretty as the rest of the guy. Wait, what?

5pm seems to roll around too fast, and Billy pushes the book into Eddie's hands.

"Maybe read a few pages tonight instead of... whatever the hell you do. Bring it back tomorrow."

Once Billy is out of sight, Eddie thumbs through the pages and finds a piece of paper tucked into the chapter they were talking about.

Call me is scribbled out in Billy's hand, and Eddie's motuh goes about as dry as the land the Joads were leaving.

experimenting with being more painterly so I colored my Modern!Billy sketch