Fic prompt concept….Eddie/Chrissy and Steve/Billy double date. Where would they go? What would they do? Do Billy and Eddie fist bump under the table because they both bagged the prettiest people in Hawkins??? Give me the details.
Ahhhh thank you so much! This kind of ran away with me and turned into a whole fleshed-out idea about exchanging class rings but here we go.
Edissy and Harringrove fluff!!
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Steve is trying his best to have fun but it’s quickly becoming a challenge. Billy, Eddie, and Chrissy are excellent skaters. They whirl around the rink with ease; Eddie even shows off a little by hiking Chrissy into the air or spinning her around in tight circles by the hips. She flings her head back to giggle, curly ponytail bouncing, her boyfriend’s too-big shirt billowing where it isn’t tucked into her tight denim shorts. They’re a picture of ease, the cutest couple at the rink.
Steve clings to the wall, scooting incrementally around the room.
Billy pulls up to his side, slipping an arm around his waist to try guiding him into the fray. “Woah there, cowboy.”
“C’mon, princess, it’ll be fun. I won’t let go of you or let you fall, I promise.”
“Pinky swear?” the older boy squints, holding up his hand. Billy wraps his pinky around Steve’s and nods once.
“Pinky swear.” He leans toward the center of the floor and Steve lets go of the wall, allowing the blond to take control. He keeps his knees bent the way Billy taught him and clings to the younger boy’s bicep with both hands. “That’s it, pretty boy. You’ve got this.”
After two slow but successful passes around the floor, Steve catches the hang of roller skating and straightens up a little. He releases Billy’s arm from his vice grip. “This isn’t so bad! It’s kind of fun, actually.”
“Told you,” Billy smiles. Really smiles.
Eddie and Chrissy pause their flipping and twirling. The cheerleader drags her boyfriend over by the wrist. “I’m gettin’ hungry. You guys want to hit the snack bar for refreshments?”
There are nods all around. Billy insists he can cover a pizza to split and Eddie claims responsibility for their drinks, leaving Steve and Chrissy to flap their hands and argue uselessly about pitching in. It takes some grumbling and bartering, but eventually it’s agreed that they can pick up the bill “next time” the four hang out together.
As the two metalheads skate off toward the snack bar, Steve hears Billy say: “Refreshments? Demanding to pay for dinner? How’d we bag such sweet dates, Munson?”
“Good luck?” Eddie shrugs. Chrissy elbows Steve in the ribs, clearly just as amused and pleased as him about their boys’ commentary.
“What cuties, huh?” she grins.
“Yeah. He’d skin me alive if he heard me saying it, but Billy is the most kindhearted marshmallow I’ve ever met. I want to raise his kids and wash his car by hand and make him dinner every day.”
“You’re a shit cook, Harrington,” the cheerleader quips. Steve is too excited about sitting down in the booth without tripping or falling over to fight back.
“My point still stands.”
“You’d make a great housewife,” Chrissy parks herself across from him at the table with far more grace than he could ever manage. “An apron, some oven mitts, a nice pearl necklace…”
“Chrissy,” Steve gawks. “That's so gross!”
“What are you talking about!? You’re the one with your mind in the gutter.”
“Whatever.”
There's a beat of silence and then...
“Has he given you his ring yet?” she asks, fiddling with the hem of her shorts.
“His class ring?” Steve clarifies. Chrissy nods, curls bobbing. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip nervously, as if Eddie Munson would ever consider leaving her again now that he’s finally managed to win her over. Steve reaches across the table and pats her on the arm encouragingly. “I’m sure Eddie is planning to offer you his ring, Chris. If he can find the damn thing in that pigsty of a room.”
“He is kind of a mess, isn’t he?”
“Duh, he’s a teenage boy. We don’t grow out of the messiness until our early twenties, or so I’m told,” Steve answers. She smiles again, shoulders lax with relief. “And to answer your question, no. Billy hasn’t given me his class ring yet, either.”
Chrissy repeats his earlier back to him sentiment in her soft, bright voice, “I’m sure he will.”
Steve certainly hopes so; he wants nothing more than to keep Billy Hargrove. To make him happy.
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“Are you really here with Chrissy Cunningham?” Duane Levington asks from behind the snack counter. Eddie crosses his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, why?”
“That’s cool, man. She’s super nice.”
“Oh, well, yeah. That’s kind of why I’m going out with her. Total sweetheart.”
“Right,” Duane nods. Billy and Eddie put in their order and take their call number.
“You gonna give her your class ring tonight like you planned?” Billy bumps his shoulder into Eddie’s and nearly crashes the taller boy into a trash can.
“Hey! Watch it, Hargrove. And yeah, I am. When’re you gonna give yours to Steve?”
“I… I can’t,” Billy sighs. “I gave it to someone back in California and never got it back. Now he probably expects one and I’m not sure what to do.”
“Give me a week, buddy, and I’ll have something even better for you to give your pretty boy.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Of course. Anything for my two best friends.”
"Also never fuckin' call Harrington 'pretty boy' again, got it?"
"Jeez, yeah. Sorry."
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ONE WEEK LATER
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Steve practically bounces up to Chrissy in the aisle of Family Video and pokes her in the ribs to make her jump. “Hey, what the fu– Oh, hey Harrington. What’s up?”
“He finally did it!” Steve holds up his hand and wiggles his pointer finger. “I mean, it’s not a class ring ‘cause that’s back in California… but close enough!”
Chrissy whoops and throws her arms around his neck, both of them jumping up and down as Robin watches with equal parts disdain and amusement.
“Did Eddie make that?” the cheerleader points. The heavy silver skull resting at the base of Steve’s finger glints under the dim lights as he turns it back and forth.
“Yeah, but Billy designed it to match his tattoo.”
“Gross!” Robin blurts. She throws her hands in the air and gestures wildly all the way back into the sorting room. “You guys are all super gross!”
“We know!” Steve shouts back. Chrissy laughs, Eddie’s ring glinting on her finger, the base wrapped in yarn to keep it from slipping off. “Congrats, Chris. I’m happy for you.”
“You too, Harrington. We bagged the hottest boys in Hawkins!”
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Hi! Can you please share your experience with the vaccination? Like the process, is there any side effect etc. Of course if you don’t mine.
I’m planning on getting mine but I’m still not sure. Thank you and stay safe😊
hellohello yes of course anon!!
so i was selected through minnesota’s community educators lottery to get my vaccination in two different sessions at the convention center
after getting my first shot of the moderna vaccine i was completely fine (maybe a little bit of arm pain and some dizziness from standing in line for such a long time, but other than that i was kicking it pretty well!!)
and then yesterday i got my second shot (it’s been a little over 12 hours at the point), and the side effects have been putting me Through it tonight omg
so for me the arm pain has been waywayway worse than it was the last time around, i woke up sobbing because it was so awful
and then after that i started feeling really achy (if you know how your limbs and body feels when you’re starting to get the flu it’s that feeling, your legs are all numb and stuff)
and then within the last hour my temp rose to 99.3 when i haven’t capped 99 since i had to start taking my temperature for work, so i took some ibuprofen like 45 minutes ago
that oikawa post :') can i tell u how much i fucking love cockwarming, overstimulation and multiple orgasms?? even typing these words out just does something to me yknoee hahahhahaha we have been blessed ✨🥺
hi do you think you could do a story where omega steve takes care of sick alpha billy 🥺 just love the thought of billy thinking steve is being so overdramatic with all his concern and telling him to stop bc he’s supposed to be the one doing the caretaking but also relishing in someone taking care of him in a way he’s never experienced before
Okay so this probably isn't EXACTLY what you pictured, it's more character study than plot, but... It's really fuckin' soft.
Harringrove fluff, A/B/O, established relationship, sickfic
There are many historical Omegan stereotypes that Steve fights tooth-and-nail to disprove on a daily basis. He isn’t dainty, he’s only polite in certain company, he isn’t soft spoken, and he doesn’t simply agree to things for the sake of a peaceful environment. He has the scars and long-healed fractures to prove his physical ferocity, too.
But there’s one aspect of his nature that he no longer tries to overcome. He doesn’t spend unnecessary energy trying to hide or ignore his caretaker’s instincts, not after what happened at the junkyard.
Steve loves taking care of people. Lucas sprained his ankle during a preseason basketball practice game in eighth grade and his ‘babysitter’ did such a good job keeping him in line that he was back on the court three days earlier than the doctor predicted. It’s a talent the Omega is proud of. He’s really good at making people feel better.
Billy, unfortunately, is not used to being taken care of. He’s always protecting Max (and Steve, though he constantly refutes it to his boyfriend’s face). He’s always working himself to the bone at the pool or apprenticing for a local mechanic to pay for new clothes. Or gifts and dates for Steve. The Alpha has always been a giver and a protector.
So when he gets sick with a highly contagious Alpha-specific virus in the early autumn and can’t go to school for an entire week, he resigns himself to pushing through it like he usually does.
But now he has Steve at his side, and Steve makes a world of difference.
Bowls of warm, delicious homemade soup are pushed into Billy’s hands twice a day, always a different flavor and always fresh. He’s given either oatmeal or toast for breakfast, with tea and fruit if the first half doesn’t upset his stomach. Steve watches him eat and wipes at the corners of his mouth with a napkin – not with an air of disapproval that makes Billy feel infantilized, but with a tender attentiveness that melts the Alpha to his core.
“I love you, but I don’t love finding food in your mustache,” the Omega jokes.
Steve fucking dotes on him all week long. His boyfriend waits on him hand and foot like Billy is some kind of spoiled fairy-tale prince. It’s… It’s really fucking nice, actually, and Billy has no clue how to deal with that realization.
The realization that he doesn’t have to suffer his way through life, hurting and alone. Not anymore.
He thanks Steve for every little favor, desperate to communicate just how much he appreciates the kind treatment. Steve’s gentle hands. Billy has to make his boyfriend understand that he’ll do anything for him. He’ll complete whatever task is set to him.
He’ll do everything in his power to make Steve happy, too.
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fluff, pre-relationship, emotional support metalhead Eddie, Wayne gets with the program before his nephew does
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The first thing Eddie Munson asks, because he's a fucking idiot, is: "What are you doing here?"
Chrissy Cunningham is standing under his porch light, shivering lightly in a pair of pink shorts and a knit white cardigan. Her hands are shoved against her sides, under her arms, and her face is red like she's been crying.
"I, uhm. Oh, this is stupid."
She turns to leave, but Eddie reaches out to brush his knuckles over her shoulder. It's a gesture that means hey, wait but it isn't a restraint. He's not going to stop her if she really wants to leave, that's gross.
Chrissy does stop, fortunately. She turns on the ball of her foot and cocks her head to the side. "I'm not judging you, it's just a bit of a surprise."
She giggles but it's a wet, sad sound. Eddie wants to stomp it beneath his worn-out sneakers; he's heard her laugh before, bright and loud and beautiful. This damp thing is an abomination.
"I'm not honestly sure what I'm doing here, but when-" she sniffles and Eddie steps aside to let her into his trailer. "Something happened earlier, and this was the first place I thought of when I needed to feel safe."
The older teen's heart clenches violently in his chest. He gives her a lopsided grin, "That's a high honor, my lady."
When she giggles this time it's honest and sweet. "You're the most chivalrous knight in the realm, Sir Munson."
"He's a fuckin' goblin," Wayne insists, poking his head around the corner. He winks at Chrissy and nods at his nephew. "Don't stay up too late, and she can have your bed if she's staying. That's a pull-out couch for a reason, kid."
"Obviously," Eddie snorts. Chrissy's cheeks turn pink.
"I can stay?"
"Of course," Eddie and Wayne scoff in tandem. Chrissy grins and her blush grows darker, reddening the apples of her cheeks. Eddie wants to kiss them, but it would probably be weird.
"Night," Wayne harumphs, and then he's gone.
Chrissy bounces on the tips of her toes for a second before stepping closer and opening her arms. "Can I have a hug? I know it's kind of weird but-"
Eddie doesn't give her time to finish her sentence. He wraps his long, lanky arms as far as he can around Chrissy Cunningham and squeezes her tight, until her shoulders relax and her head thunks forward against his shoulder.
Hi do you have any harringrove fic recs? I’m new to the fandom and I’ve read all of yours (multiple times) but there’s literally thousands and I’m struggling to decide what to read, so I’d love to know if you have any suggestions!
First of all?? I'm sobbing, crying, throwing confetti that you've read my stuff multiple times and have now asked for recs. That's a huge honor and I am laying facedown on the floor bawling.
Second of all:
I love @heckinahandbasket. She nails the characters every time (and you should also check out her original fiction and support her financially, 11/10 good stuff). My two fav fics from her stash are: "Treasure of the Sea" (piracy, courting behavior, historical A/B/O), and "I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts" (ghost Billy, historical elements, cutest fucking ending of all goddamn time).
My beloved wife @artemisthehuntress wrote a lovely canon-divergent scene that takes place between S2 and S3 and fills me with joy and lots of yummy hurt/comfort feelings: "The Sky Wouldn't Fall" on AO3.
@ariesbilly and @deedoop write some good smut (mind the tags). @dragonflylady77 is a pal and has some great stuff on her blog. @memes-saved-me is a pillar of the Harringrove community, as are @artwraith and @cherry-sorry !
Prompt idea maybe: "You look so pretty when you cry."
sorry this took me a minute, but the right scenario needed time to formulate
Harringrove pre-relationship, post S2/pre S3, marijuana
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He’s stoned as hell when he says it, of course. Otherwise he would never have opened his mouth and let something so totally idiotic come flying out in front of Hawkins’ notorious bad boy, Billy Hargrove. But they both show up at one of the quarry’s lesser known spots at the same time and both outright refuse to leave… So the somewhat-rivals begrudgingly agree to share some of Eddie Munson’s better shit and ignore the tension brewing between them. At least for a few glorious hours.
Until Steve exhales a cloud of blue smoke and says offhandedly: “You look so pretty when you cry.”
Billy’s head snaps up, expression grim – he’s borderline murderous already. The blond’s upper lip curls back until he’s snarling, until Steve is staring down a Billy who’s more wolf than boy. “What the fuck did you say to me, Harrington?”
Steve blinks. Shit. How is he supposed to answer that when he hadn’t even meant to open his mouth in the first place!? How the hell is he supposed to tell the guy who beat the shit out of him a few weeks ago that he looked stunning from below–
In retrospect, obviously. At the time of their altercation, Steve had been angry and frightened and was trying his best to protect the kids; which is, ironically enough, also what Billy had been trying to do. He’d been trying to protect Max from an entire room full of strange guys.
Which, like, fair enough.
But even after the Billy’s-fist shaped bruises have healed and the cuts fade to nothing, Steve’s mind keeps wandering back to those awful but electrifying moments before unconsciousness. The memory is glorious: blood dripping from that statuesque nose, tears forming at the corners of the younger boy’s wrathful blue eyes as he drives his fist into Steve’s face over and over. The howl Steve saw but never quite managed to hear, straining like distant thunder in the back of Billy’s throat.
He’d been pissed at Billy, going out of his way to avoid the blond until Max filled him in on what went on at their house on Cherry Road. Staying mad about something as stupid as a misunderstanding in the wake of El’s incredible victory and this new information seems childish. Stupid. Steve has seen the end of the world and faced it head on, so what’s one equally lonesome asshole from California, really?
“Hey, pretty boy, you gonna fuckin’ answer me?”
“Oh!” Steve shakes his head and bites his bottom lip before exhaling. “Right… I mean, you have like–” Fuck. “–I don’t know dude, I’m high as fuck!”
“Well that’s kind of a weird thing to say, man.”
“I know that, Billy. Christ, you think I wanna sound this stupid all the time? Kids make fun of me when I open my mouth.”
Unexpectedly, the blond boy’s frown deepens. He starts rolling another joint on the hood of Steve’s car. “That’s not very nice of them, considering how much of your trust fund you’ spend on gas to tote them everywhere. If I were one of those brats, I’d be worshiping the ground you walk on.”
Steve gives Billy a look of outright awe.
Did Eddie lace this shit? Am I dreaming?
“Huh?”
“I rarely see you around without one of those nerdy little brats hanging off your jacket, so you clearly spend a lot of time helping them out and taking them places. They think it’s okay to treat you like crap just because they’ve read a few more books and gone to a few less parties? Dumbasses.”
“When I said you’re pretty when you cry, I mean your eyes get more intense. You have nice eyes for, like, a dude. I guess.”
Now it’s Billy’s turn to stare at Steve in shock.
He lights up the joint and takes a drag before passing it to Steve. “Thanks, Harrington. That’s kind of nice, in a weird way.”
“It’s already been established that I’m pretty weird.”
“And sweet.”
“What?”
“You’re sweet,” Billy reiterates, taking the joint back. “But you didn’t hear me say shit.”
“Course not,” Steve smiles. He’s really stoned; his head is full of cotton and he has the deep desire to reach out and touch Billy’s golden curls. “Hey, can I touch your hair?”
“Can I touch yours?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, sure.”
They each reach out with one hand. Billy tucks what he can behind Steve’s ears and Steve tugs gently at one of Billy’s ringlets only to watch it bounce back into place. Quietly, so quietly it’s barely audible, the older boy whispers: “What are we doing?”
Billy shrugs, fingers still tangled in loose brown locks. “Dunno. But I kinda like it.”
“Me, too.”
“Cool… Do you really think I’m pretty?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
They watch the sun rise over the far edge of the quarry in silence, shoulders pressed tightly together. They’re almost sober again, and Steve isn’t sure if things will go back to the way they were yesterday or if this new sense of understanding is permanent. The tension in the air hasn’t returned and he’s terrified to think that it may.
He doesn’t want to lose this side of Billy.
“Hey, Hargrove…?”
“Yeah, pretty boy?”
“Are we– Does this mean we can stop being assholes to each other?” Steve asks.
Billy laughs, bright and loud and so fucking beautiful that Steve’s chest aches. His gorgeous blue eyes go squinty and thin as his smile grows, slivers of seafoam iris showing through. “Yeah, Harrington. I think we can figure out a way to be friends.”
Steve’s grin is unstoppable. Genuine. Something is stirring in his heart like an animal waking from hibernation.
