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harringroveera · 3 days

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I think he meant come smoke cigarettes with the marionettes Billy

#mungrove #it fits so much even the contact name is fitting #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy x eddie #incorrect mungrove quotes #billy hargrove x eddie munson #harringroveera #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #incorrect eddie munson #eddie x billy #eddie munson meme #billy hargrove meme #mungrove edit #mungrove meme #mungrove textpost

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thediktatortot · 1 year

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'Love On The Midnight Ranges' Cowboy!Au Mungrove :3 They love each other your honor.

Feel free to be inspired :3

#Mungrove #Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove #Eddie Munson #Cowboy AU #Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove #Stranger Things

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heavymetalvalentines · 3 months

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3 DAYS!

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #heavymetalvalentines #mungrove #billy hargrove x eddie munson #billy x eddie

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buttbiscuit · 2 years

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#billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harrington #modern au #mungrove #MUNGROVE NATION I BRING YOU GIFTS #billy hargrove x eddie munson #steddie if you squint #harringrove if you squint #harringroveson

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chaosclownzdaddy · 9 months

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I had to do this template with one of my favorite ships lol. NSFW innuendo I believe? Not sure.

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biillyhargroves · 2 years

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Billy and Eddie being open about their relationship. It starts with Max, because she’s always around. Billy is basically her third parent, often scowls that he’s her only parent. And with Max comes Eleven; two peas in a pod, those two, and there’s no use sneaking around them. They’re not the types to gossip, anyway — not with anyone but each other. So, fine, they know.

Heather, too, is impossible to hide from. Billy would sneak around the back of the pool, in an alcove outside the locker rooms, and Eddie would meet him there. They’d smoke, shoot the shit, sometimes kiss a little. Heather was unfazed the first time she caught them, just rolled her eyes and told Billy he had ten minutes left. After that, she always made sure the coast was clear for them, snapping at anyone who tried to go back there when she knew they were there.

Then it’s Eddie’s band, because Billy starts hanging around, killing time before he’s due at work. He kicks back, smokes, commentates. The guys are nervous at first. This is Billy Hargrove, after all. Keg King Hargrove, jock superstar, machismo wrapped in leather and bolstered by muscle cars and Marlboros. Gareth always has his haunches up, protective of Eddie, worried that Billy might have some ulterior motive. But he doesn’t. He’s chill. He just hangs, and he seems comfortable — with Eddie, at least. Even teases him, calls him pretty, calls him babe. It all sounds ironic, silly, until Jeff mentions that he saw Eddie blushing, that the way Eddie looks at Billy is a little more than friendly. He saw them together, close together, behind the Hideout after a show, had wanted to say something but didn’t want to out them in public. Gareth tests the waters, jokingly, safely. The next time the two play-flirt at rehearsal, he quips that they should get a room and Eddie looks at Billy, “What do you say?” And Billy brushes him off, makes a joke of it all, but he kisses Eddie before he leaves and that’s it. They know now, and it’s okay.

This leads to Billy crashing Hellfire meetings. There’s a few more people, sure, but most of them are younger, freshman and sophomores, the freaks of the future that Eddie pulls under his wing. Billy knows his reputation, knows that the kids fear him too much and respect Eddie too deeply to mess with them. He sits by Eddie, holds his hand, lets Eddie rest a hand on his leg or sling an arm over his shoulders. It feels easy, natural, and no one seems to care. Lucas never even seems to notice, already knows from being around Max and, by extension, Billy. Mike and Dustin? They take longer to come around, always wary, at least until they realize that knowledge is spreading through the school, that the rumor on the street is that Hargrove has taken a liking to the school freak and that his scary dog privilege extends to everyone around Munson.

They have fun with the rumors, let them run wild, refuse to confirm or deny anything to anyone who isn’t already in their circle. Their friends get in on the joke, drop buckwild lore about them just to see what might spread, report back with their findings. Billy and Eddie are amused by it all. They’re secure in their relationship. They’re just in love, and openly so, and they’ve got a band of people around them who will absolutely fight for their right to stay that way.

#mungrove #just…thinking thoughts #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove

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ahoysteviex · 2 years

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billy being armed with spray on sunscreen every fucking day in the summer. if he sees steve or eddie at the pool, he'll walk up and start spraying them down.

"we already put sunscreen on!"

"i dont believe you. turn around."

he also sprays them religiously before they leave the house, even if they aren't going swimming.

"billy, i'm wearing jeans and a tshirt. i'll be fine-"

"can you shut up? uv is still bad for your arms and face, dumbass."

#my writing #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove x eddie munson #mungrove #harringrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x eddie munson

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pervcola · 2 years

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two gays one bathroom.

summary ; eddie munson is kinda losing his shit today and looks at billy hargroves dick in the urinal. billys bi but doesn't know it. mostly crack blurbs. use of reclaimable slurs. nsfw but no fucking!!!!!

eddie sure would of preferred a heads up on the fact the hottest man alive had moved into hawkins. maybe he actually would of brushed his hair, worn a shirt with less stains on it.

he only had himself to blame. feeding his attention into selling weed and campaign planning left no room for gossip between clients nor friends.

but the damage was already done. eddie showed up to school leaning more to the homeless bum look than metal game master.

billy was the first to point it out after a — sexually charged — shoulder bump in the hallway.

and just maybe eddie would have enough time to gather his wits to yell an insult back if his dick wasnt half hard.

but he didn't, and he was halfway to popping his third worst public boner — yes there was a list.

the rest of his day was bided by skipping class and hanging out in the restroom. mostly debating the morality of masturbation in school or complaining he was too sober.

people walked in and out, as what occurs in public restrooms, but eddie threw tantrums. and bit his nails and mentally sighed when whispers of him being a crackhead caught his ears.

and eddie's solution to this? pissing in a urinal. the ultimate sign of masculinity. taking a whiz, standing. he was more of a sitting stall guy, another reason for his famed title, but if he sits down now he might have another tantrum.

not even a minute after his fly was unzipped, billy fucking hargrove walked in. the cologne was a telltale sign.

and maybe the bro code was different in california because billy chose the urinal right next to eddie. and that in itself screamed a little bit neurodivergent.

whatever moral compass eddie had was gone with the wind. a little peak wouldnt hurt; eddie gruelled it around in his mind. hesitant. he knew god was testing him — or blessing. who knows what that woman is up to these days?

"jesus christ." billy looked over at eddie, who was very obviously looking at his dick.

and the way billy went ridgid could easily be mistook for bashfulness. but it didn't last.

"like what you see or what, faggot?" contradictory to eddie, billy didnt like the way it rolled of his tongue. it reminded him of bad memories. but whatever he must do for appearances sake.

"pft, like you aren't one too." now that was a mistake. by both parties. eddie more so for adding that extra too in there, and billy for not denying it. opting to clear his throat and finish his business in silence.

zipping his fly and patting eddie's back condescendingly as he left. and the passing thought that billy didnt bother to wash his hands was miniscule in comparison to the fact he just made indirect contact with a porno—rific sized dick of the hottest hawkins resident.

he was soooo jerking off tonight.

#gay shit #beddie #mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #Billy hargrove x eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove deserved better #Billy hargrove smut #eddie munson smut

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harringroveera · 1 year

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Billy: *exit his car*

Steve: Not to be gay but...Wow

Eddie: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty, Steve

Steve: No I want him to bend me over his Camaro and fuck me

Eddie: ...okay

Eddie: Can I join?

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heartbreak-sandwich · 7 months

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I'm having some trouble deciding, so I'd like to know what you want to see! And if there are any other suggestions, just send me an ask 💕

#fanfic writing #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove x reader #echoes of redemption #billy hargrove x steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x eddie munson #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #king steve x reader #harringrove #mungrove #ronance #billy hargrove smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things headcanons #jonathan byers #argyle

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serenity-lattes · 1 year

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For my Free Space in the @harringroveson-bingo, I present to you an AU based on both of The Princess Diaries movies.

The Prince’s Diaries: A Harringroveson Story

Pairing: Eddie x Steve x Billy

Summary: Steve, a reserved high school senior, is visited by his mysterious aunt and is given the most shocking news imaginable. He’s a prince and with his cousins refusing the throne, he’s also the heir apparent. He’s got his boyfriend Eddie and best friend Robin to help him along the way, but now there’s more trouble than just “prince lessons.” Billy Hargrove is another eligible heir to the throne and oh, is he a piece of work. Who will be the next king?

Warnings: Will add as the story is written.

Chapter 1: Me, a Prince? Shut up!

Chapter 2: Miracles Happen

Chapter 3: Your Crowning Glory

Harringroveson Bingo Masterlist

“Casting” below the cut!

Joyce Byers as Queen Clarisse Renaldi

Steve Harrington as Princess Mia Thermopolis

Robin Buckley as Lilly Moscovitz

Eddie Munson as Michael Moscovitz

Billy Hargrove as Lord Nicholas Devereaux

Jim Hopper as Joe

Terry Ives as Charlotte Kutaway

Ted Wheeler as Baron von Token

Karen Wheeler as Baroness von Token

Murray Bauman as Paolo Puttanesca

Tommy Hagan as Lana Thomas

Carol Perkins as Fontana

Nicole as Anna

Neil Hargrove as Viscount Mabrey

Bob Newby as Prime Minister Motaz

Jonathan and Will Byers as the crown princes who want nothing to do with the throne

Nancy and Mike Wheeler as the children of the Baron and Baroness, who are embarrassed by their parents’ obsession with the crown

Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair as princes who show up for Steve’s slumber party

Jane Ives is Terry’s daughter and good friend of Will growing up

Max Mayfield is a Lady of nobility, a title only bestowed to her upon her mother’s marriage to Neil

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heavymetalvalentines · 3 months

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Hey guess what?

….

HEAVY METAL VALENTINES WEEK IS NOW LIVE!

#billy hargrove #heavymetalvalentines #mungrove #billy hargrove x eddie munson #billy x eddie #billy antis dni

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brianwashere · 2 years

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The Fortunate Son AU

This is my Billy Hargrove redemption arc fic that ends with a poly relationship between Steve, Billy, and Eddie.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#harringroveson #pansexual billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #bi steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steddilly

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midnightmare-fics · 1 year

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I Promise I'll Save You

Ship: Mungrove (Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,767

Warnings: DEAD DOVE, graphic descriptions of violence and blood and injuries and vomit, sword-fucking, Vecna/Billy non-con, Vecna uses Billy as a puppet to gain the Shadow Monster's powers, Eddie will stop at nothing to save Billy, established Mungrove, emaciated Billy, victim Billy, savior Eddie, heavy angst/hurt-comfort, happy ending (I PROMISE)

Summary:

Eddie's laid his life on the line for his friends, accepted his fate, and hoped with this he could be reunited with his lost lover. Nothing goes according to plan... Well, mostly nothing. Wandering the Upside Down lost and injured, Eddie finds a (semi) familiar face: Billy, the love of his life. Except Billy looks nothing like himself, he's wasting away as Vecna's puppet, but Eddie doesn't care. He will do anything to save his love.

Events:

@mungroveweek - Day 1, Upside Down

@harringroveson-bingo - Card Three, Prompt B3 - "It's giving me the heebie-jeebies."

@billyhargrovebingo - Card One, Prompt C1 - Sword Fucking

@eddiemunsonbingo - Card One, Prompt B1 - Numb

Link:

#billy hargrove #fanfic #fanfic blog #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #harringroveson bingo #eddie munson #billy hargrove bingo #eddie munson bingo #mungrove week #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove #billy x eddie #eddie x billy #billy/eddie #eddie/billy #tw: noncon #tw: graphic content #tw: graphic depictions of violence

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biillyhargroves · 2 years

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whatever you do, don’t think about eddie poking his little tongue out while doodling in a messy little notebook all waterlogged with coffee stains, pages smelling like stale beer, cover plastered in peeling stickers and fifty different corroded coffin logos (he was trying to pick the best one!), cigarette slow-burning to a nub at the corner of his mouth, ash dotting the page as he smokes and scribbles away.

don’t think about billy next to him, half-dozing on the bed, humming sleepily along to the radio, buzzed and blissed and laughing a little when he catches eddie peeking at him again.

“what?” he slurs, all liquor-slicked drawls, spent flask still dangling from his fingers as he nudges eddie with his foot. “quit starin’, you fucking freak.” it’s all so lighthearted. he laughs as he says it, a deep, low rumble that hardly leaves his chest, and eddie laughs, too, shakes his head.

“not staring.” but he steals one more look before going back to his book. he’s working hard, and the sun is going down, and the room is hazy with cigarette smoke. the radio crackles and pops, the station a good two towns over, but they don’t care. it’s all so cozy. wayne bids them goodnight, reminds them there’s leftovers in the fridge. billy decides he’s hungry, steps out to heat up whatever wayne’s left for them, and eddie watches him go, listens to him rummaging in the kitchen as if it’s his own.

when billy comes back with two bowls of wayne’s famous (in the forest hills, at least) chili, and they eat and they watch the sun go down and they don’t talk at all but they sit so close that their arms are touching and they sing to the songs on the weak radio broadcast until eddie turns the volume low and says, casually-but-not-so-casually, because he’s scared out of his wits, so nervous his mouth is dry and he has to clear his throat before he says, “i wrote something.”

“oh yeah?” billy says. he’s all comfortable in eddie’s bed, looks like he belongs there, like this may as well be his room, too. he’s in jeans and a baggy tee riddled with holes, something usually reserved for the gym or for sleeping. his hair’s a little mussed, his cheeks a little red from the rising heat of the tiny bedroom.

eddie toys with his guitar, spinning it around in his hands before nervously perching himself on the edge of the bed and asking, sheepishly, “wanna hear it?”

and of course billy does! of course he does! he nods, shakes a cigarette loose from the pack on the nightstand and gestures for eddie to go on. eddie nods. glancing down at his notebook, open beside him, misses the first couple of strums before stumbling into his groove. and he plays the song he wrote — for billy. about billy. and it takes until the second chorus for billy to realize what’s happening. he sidles closer, warm body against eddie’s back, smoky breath on eddie’s neck as billy rests his chin gently on eddie’s shoulder, reaching around him to open the notebook fully, to get a better look at the spidery scrawl of lyrics he somehow inspired. eddie nervous as hell, voice small and soft, quiet and shaky, worried that billy is mad, that he hates this, that he thinks it’s so stupid.

but eddie gets through the whole song. and then the room is silent. too silent. eddie shifts where he sits, moves so that he can see billy’s face, the sharp line of his jaw, the softness of his eyes. he opens his mouth to ask — what? did you like it? did you get it? have i spelled it out clearly enough? and he doesn’t get a single word out before billy kisses him.

don’t think about that.

#mungrove #billy hargrove x eddie munson #farewell i must go

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metalsandwich · 1 year

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Mungrove Drabble

The first time Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove hung out was accidental. Eddie had left some lame party after barely turning any profit, his bag of narcotics heavier than his bag of cash. Billy had parked his Camaro sideways in an empty parking lot, his music playing just loud enough for Eddie to hear it. Eddie was not going to bother Billy as he walked by the parking lot, it wasn't in his nature, but Billy spotted Eddie and whistled, "Hey, Munson!" Across the empty parking lot, his smooth voice carrying in the night.

Eddie looked around, hesitant at first, because Billy had a reputation around town for being a jerk. But Eddie remembered what Steve had told him, about how Billy almost died protecting Max and El after being flayed. Eddie thought back to his own time in the upside down and felt the large scar on his chest and stomach throb dully. Eddie had barely survived. With Steve's piece of secret information on Billy in mind, Eddie crossed the parking lot. "Hey, Hargrove, what's up?" Eddie asked casually once he arrived near the Camaro.

Billy looked Eddie up and down for a moment, like he was sizing up the older guy for the first time. "You, uh, wouldn't happen to have anything stronger, would you?" Billy held up his cigarette as he asked. Eddie nodded, suddenly revealing a bag of pre rolled joints as if he were a magician. He should have known Billy wanted drugs, it seemed as if lately no one wanted anything else from Eddie. Billy nodded again, "spark one of those up," Billy wasn't typically the type to stand around talking with very many people, but one thing Eddie and Billy had in common was bad reputations so he thought maybe Eddie wouldn't be scared of him. Billy pulled a bill from his pocket and handed it to Eddie, "I'll take as many of those pre-rolls as this will buy me. Been in a lot of pain ever since..." Billy trailed off. Everyone around town had been told some government coverup, the real story of what happened to him was only known by the few who were there, or so he thought.

Eddie finished lighting the joint and passed it to Billy before counting out 5 more and passing them over, folding the bill and putting it in his pocket. Eddie didn't see the point in pretending he didn't know what he knew, didn't see the benefit in pretending he didn't go through a similar hell. "I, uh... know it wasn't a fire at Starcourt Mall. Just like I didn't nearly get revenge murdered by Jason Carver last year," Eddie said the name like it were a joke. "I know about the Upside Down, and about what happened to you." Eddie said it all so matter-of-factly simply because he had given up on pretenses. Half the town thought he killed Chrissy, and a good chunk thought he killed Jason, too. He was so hated he could barely turn a profit at a party and the first person in months to want to just stand and talk with him was Billy Hargrove of all people. To be honest, Eddie was pretty desperate for companionship. Eddie thought after everything they went through together last year that he, Steve, Nancy, and Robin would have all been like a new group of best friends but, they weren't. Whatever. Eddie should have known better.

"Are you... are you saying you got flayed, too?" Billy asked Eddie, his golden face going pale, his mind racing at the memory of being flayed.

"No... no. I just nearly got devoured by demobats," Eddie shrugged, lifting up his shirt to reveal the pattern of scars covering his body.

Billy's eyes widened as he took in the sight. Eddie's scars were much like his own, bright pink and covering most of his torso.

Billy took another long haul off of the joint before passing it back to Eddie, "figures," Billy laughed, an unfamiliar sound in Eddie's ears.

"What figures?" Eddie asked Billy, watching the way the silver moon reflected in Billy's blue eyes like miniature oceans.

"Just... figures. That two of the most hated guys in town actually helped save it," Billy pondered.

The two of them stood there for a bit longer, gazing at the moon while they shared their smoke, until finally one of them commented they needed to get home. Billy offered Eddie a ride and the two found themselves exchanging phone numbers with promises to continue hanging out. "Us freaks have to stick together," Eddie winked to Billy on his way out of the Camaro, which to Eddie's surprise made Billy laugh in agreement, "yeah, sure, see you later, Freak." Billy said affectionately before driving off.

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove #stranger things #au #drugs #weed #chronic pain #medical maryjane #buddies

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