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rhaignjiron · 2 years

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Harrington the Hot Commodity

#steddie #harringrove #beddie #mungrove #harringroveson #stedilly #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #mulletcule #anyway #LOL #fanart #digital #doobles

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shieldofiron · 2 months

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They run him ragged.

#ShieldofIron #billy hargrove #mine #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stedilly

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brawlite-archive · 2 years

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sunny kisses from california xoxo ☀️💋

by celebillustrate on twitter | celebillustrate on ig, posted with permission

illustrating a pool-house scene from if i stare too long by brawlite & @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

#truly cannot even express my appreciation for this piece of art #it is gorgeous beyond words #i'm dying over all of it #their body language #the expressions contained in each of their hands #the ease the hesitation the desire #billy's fucking princess lashes #steve's MOLES #just so MUCH #anyway #love this #harringroveson #stedilly

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nex-has-gender-envy · 2 years

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Its just funny how

Steve, Billy and Eddie all have (would have) a different reaction to finding out about the upside down and fighting the demodogs and shit

We have Steve

Which is a literal epitome of a hero brain. He literally rushes into fight and doesn't have a one braincell to think if it harms him. A himbo

Billy would be THRILLED, like THAT would be a second christmas for him. He’d be HYPED that he can finally beat the shit out of something, anything. For his rage outlet

And Eddie is, hilarously, “the normal” one that literally said - what the shit- and wants to get away from there. He would be like: “GUYS- GUYS WHERE THE F U GOIN??? GUYz ..!” As he should

#and I mean it in a sense that they are throw into action #for example how steve. or even eddie. was thrown into all this shitstorm #billys the type to wanting them to swing first somcould be hit #this is all my personal take and if you don't agree I don't give a fuck #just move on #go to next house #harringrove #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringroveson #stedilly #mulletcule #harringove #mungrave

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plistommy · 1 month

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Head full of thoughts about Billy and Eddie fucking King Steve at a party, making the boy scream out their names as they take him hard and deep in his parents bed….

#ANYWAYS #wanted to share this little #thing #You guys have no idea like King Steve with these two or just one of them???#SO GOOD #you need to put that brat down!!!#steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stedilly #??#stranger things #king steve

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 10 months

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Steve is usually adamant about having his partners help him tidy up the house, but today he decided to let them be.

The shift change at work has been particularly hard on Billy. He isn’t used to working nights even months later — his time in the sun is limited now, which has him in an indefinite grumpy mood. The absolute last thing Steve would do is wake his partner up midday just to make him dust or sweep the floor.

So, he decided to leave him curled up on the couch where he found him that morning.

Eddie was still on the chore roster, until Steve went to hunt him down and found him snuggled up on the sofa as well.

He looks like he crawled halfway up before he quit, smushed between Billy and the back sofa cushions, cheek resting against the blond’s ribcage and legs bent to fit. Billy is still snoozing through all of it. Even when Eddie sneaks a hand under his hoodie.

“What’re you doing?” Steve whispers.

He has a feather duster in-hand as he crosses his arms. Eddie presses closer into Billy’s side defiantly.

“I miss him,” Eddie coos. “Plus, he’s not flexing for once, so I figured now would be the prime time to give his tummy some love.”

He pushes Billy’s hoodie up enough to expose his abdomen to the open air, and sure enough, where there are usually defined abs, there’s just the smooth expanse of his stomach. Rising and falling as he breathes.

Steve can’t help that he softens at the sight.

His arms uncross as he kneels beside the couch and sets his hand atop Eddie’s where it lies.

“That’s a pretty damn good reason to not wanna clean,” he huffs.

Eddie hums amusedly. Shifts so he can press his lips to Billy’s skin in a symphony of delicate little kisses.

The affection has the blond smiling in his sleep.

Steve decides then that cleaning can wait another day or two.

#harringroveson #stedilly #metalsandwich #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #not necessarily chubby billy but this could easily turn into that #that boy needs to relax #and get loved on while he naps #ficlet #my writing #unedited

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magniloquent-raven · 1 year

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lbr they're all a little bit of all three [x]

[more here]

#harringroveson #stedilly #metal sandwich #stranger things #text post meme #st:textposts

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weird-an · 1 year

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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 Billy's 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.

#this is such a stupid little thing i'm sorry #I torture Jim too much #it just said hello to my brain and now it has to say hello to you too #harringroveson #metalsandwich #steve x billy x eddie #stedilly #billy hargrove deserves better #jim hopper #jim hopper & billy hargrove #hopper & harringroveson #I don't care about Valentine's Day but I like it for fics

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now-showing-at-the-hawk-events · 6 months

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When his parents died and Steve found out the stock market crash had bankrupted his father, leaving him with only the house and his car, Steve sold the house and drove out of Hawkins.

Steve just wanted to get out of Hawkins and he did. Maybe Santa Carla isn't for everyone, but it's for him. There's just one thing he can't stand about it: all the damn vampires.

Unfortunately for Steve, they like him just fine.

My own late addition to the event for Iconic Movies! I hope everyone had a great time!

I wanted to say how thankful I am for staff's help and everyone who participated or just hung out!

Don't forget we'll still be accepting late entries until mid November! So don't worry that you ran out of time!

I hope everyone had a great time and look forward to the movie nights that are in the works as well as keep an eye out on this blog for other upcoming events like Modern Metalsandwich Movie Mania for movies made after 2000 as well as Metalsandwich Music Mania, for music that reminds you or inspires you to think about or make something for the boys! I'm so excited to see what we all do together next 🖤 ♥️ 💙

#harringroveson #metalsandwich #metalsandwichmovies23 #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harrington #stedilly #harringrove #the lost boys

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brightside-of-the-upsidedown · 2 years

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-KICKS DOOR IN-

Robin decided to take sewing classes and was able to get a (sorta) big budget because she worked with Nancy and Jon to get attention and a possible scholarship.

She needs three models. But she doesn’t just want 'hot'.

She recruits Billy who thinks she's hitting on him, but no. "Sorry, I'm busy." "Pays $200. Half now, half later." "Where you want me, birdie?"

Eddie. "Look, I'm not really the modeling type in case you haven't noticed and I got a band practice to get t-" "200 bucks and you can wear black and bring your guitar." "I'll move band practice."

Steve "Uhhh, I don't need mone-" "A hundred bucks and I don't tell Wheeler who and what I saw you doing behind the bleachers at homecoming last year." "WHA-" "Let's roll, dingus."

Steve gets dressed in soft colors and sweet looks. Gets to embrace his soft side. Has everyone swooning and mom's asking their daughters why they don't bring boys like him home.

Billy gets to slut it up, they're basically pin ups. Loves the money and positive attention. Sleepy bad boy you love to hate.

Eddie looks like MTV wishes they did. Sex, drugs, heavy metal with a cute nerdy side.

Maybe Jonathan gets pulled in a couple times. He makes a sweet tortured artist type.

Steve on the first day "Wait! They make more than me?!"

"Because you're rich and I had to blackmail you. You made me work for it, so you pay."

The three spend a LOT of time together and wind up getting very close.

#steddie #harringroveson #steve harrington #harringrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove #harle hums #stedilly

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prettyboy-like-you · 2 years

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🏴‍☠️ eddie the banished 🏴‍☠️

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biillyhargroves · 2 years

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Wayne Munson doesn’t get it. Not at all. Not one bit. But, then again, he supposes he doesn’t have to. No one is getting hurt, after all. And Eddie, he’s happy. So it can’t be that a big a deal, then, can it?

It starts with the Hargrove boy. Wayne has seen him hanging around town, that car of his announcing his arrival around every street corner, engine idling outside of Melvald’s and the Palace Arcade, tires screeching through Forest Hills in the dead of the night, stuttering over those same dirt roads come morning. And Wayne Munson, he’s not a stupid man. No, sir. Not in the slightest. He’s not blind, either. He knows that his nephew could not afford that fancy guitar, those hulking Marshalls, on the meager allowance Wayne scrounges up each week. No, there’s other income rolling in, that’s for sure and certain. The Hargrove kid is a customer. At least, this is how Wayne explains the nightly visits, until the one early morning he catches the boy scrambling to his Camaro in a pre-dawn haze. He knows that Billy sees him, sees the crooked button-down shirt, the half-zipped fly, the blond curls all mussed and wild in the shadows of the sunrise. The boy says nothing — doesn’t even acknowledge Wayne’s presence, pretends he hasn’t seen the man at all. He crams a cigarette into his mouth and ducks into the driver’s seat and takes off like a bat out of hell.

Eddie, he’s sheepish that morning. He’d watched the whole thing through the window, heart hammering hard in his chest. He was a fidgety mess over breakfast, hands shaking, coffee spilled. Wayne only asked, “Have a good night?”

“Y-Yeah,” Eddie stammered, and he rushed on our the door mumbling something about being late for first period. Wayne shook his head, huffed a laugh. So his boy liked boys — what’s the big deal? Wayne scratched teen pregnancy off his list of fatherly worries, kept calm and carried on. Eddie was Eddie, and Wayne loved him all the same.

The Harrington kid, that was the real curveball. Eddie and Billy had been palling around, getting along just fine, doing all the things that teenage couples do and pretending like they weren’t. They were no choir boys, and Wayne knew this, and they knew that Wayne knew, but their act was amusing all the same. So long as they were careful, so long as they were safe, Wayne didn’t much care what happened behind closed doors. Billy spent the night more often than not and Wayne was steady provider of a good $20 for pizza and beer and whatever else they could buy with the change. He nodded to Billy in the mornings, even helped him repair that stupid car of his after a crash by the old mill. Billy had been quiet but grateful, repeatedly telling Wayne that he could do it all on his own and repeatedly thanking him when Wayne told him that was bullshit and to hand him that there tool. (Eddie had tried to help, bless his heart, but his mechanical knowledge started and stopped in music production equipment; he’d settled for refilling the lemonade pitcher and fetching lunch from the diner down the road.)

But sometime around the spring of ‘86, Steve Harrington entered the mix.

Now, Wayne knew the Harringtons. Knew of them, at least. All hoity toity in their big Loch Nora house. He knew they traveled often and that they had high expectations of the son who scooped ice cream before that godforsaken mall burnt down. Eddie had mentioned Steve in passing. Wayne had chalked him off as a teen movie bully, larger than life until the tassel moved to the other side and they had to set foot in the mythical real world that had hovered over their pretty heads for four long years.

Maybe Steve was just a burnt out golden child on the hunt for some new fix. Maybe he was the disappointment his father always claimed he’d be, sinking low, low, low and self-medicating the trauma away. Or maybe, just maybe, there was something more to his visits to Forest Hills.

He’d snuck around at first, just like Billy had. Slipping in and out and suspecting that no one knew. Wayne, of course, did. He was aware of the goings on of his own home, thank you very much. He’d brushed it all off as nervous rich boy energy. The Harrington kid, he didn’t belong here, and he damn well knew that. He’d spent most of his high school days shitting on the poor kids who came home to vehicles instead of four solid walls, who bought their back-to-school clothes at the army surplus store, never once setting foot inside The Gap. He was out of place.

But it was more than that. Wayne learned this quickly, on a Saturday morning when an early phone call rang him in to an overtime shift at the plant. He’d rolled out of bed and brewed up his coffee and pushed open Eddie’s bedroom door to tell him goodbye. He’d expected Billy, to be quite honest. The boy has shed his shame by then, had cocooned himself in the safety of the Munson trailer. And he was there, back to the wall, body curled around Eddie as if Eddie were a life raft keeping him afloat (and Wayne did make a mental note to check up on the kid, lifeguard the lifeguard as it were, pull the boy ashore if he had to). But it was the boy on Eddie’s other side that gave Wayne pause.

There he was. Steve Harrington. Hair a mess, clad in one of Eddie’s heavy metal tee shirts he’d saved up to buy, one arm thrown across Eddie’s body, finger laced loosely with Billy’s. Eddie slept soundly between them, one arm protectively braced around Billy’s shoulders, the other pillowed behind Steve’s head.

And Wayne hovered in the doorway, taken aback.

But it makes sense, doesn’t it? All the times he’d come home to three of them lounging lazily on the couch. All the times Billy and Eddie had snuck out, a bit more suspicious than they usually were. The sightings of the Harrington boy, all flushed and nervous, always looking over his shoulder, as he sneaked away from the Munson trailer.

And, no, Wayne certainly does not get it.

But he does understand the way Eddie lights up when Steve comes knocking at the door. He understands the way Eddie squeezes Billy’s hand under the table. He understands the little glances shared by Billy and Steve, whole conversations silently exchanged. Individually, these things all make sense to Wayne. Collectively, he supposes they are no different. And so long as Eddie is happy, so long as Eddie smiles the way he does when Billy cracks an unexpected joke or Steve flubs some common idiom, Wayne supposes he doesn’t need to understand anything more.

#harringroveson #harringroveson fics #stedilly #steddilly #stilldie #metal sandwich #lex writes fics #y’all said mungrove & harringrove so #have wholesome uncle wayne accepting eddie’s polyamory #we love to see it

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shieldofiron · 6 months

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