#serial killer steve

[wheelrismsarchived]

Steve had forgiven and forgotten alot, and honestly he knew he should try to pick up the pieced of his life....but it had been a week since Nancy had died, a week since the woman he loved had been taken from him whole he had been forced to watch and the empty feeling inside him just grew and grew. He needed to do something, he would find every...last.. one of them, they had all fought so hard to protect this town and for what? He only had one thing left

Vengeance

My Muse Died, How Is Yours Handling It?

#serial killer steve #sorry but thats what that last part ereminded me of lol #like john wick kajs;dj #intothevxid #**in my veins**(feat steve intothevxid)

[californiaboytoybilly]

“I’m so grateful to all of the girls you loved before…

BUT I LOVED YOU MORE.”

Someone has a vendetta against the girls Steve Harrington has loved. A bloody one, at that.

#cw: blood #cw: serial killer #cw: death #taking out the competition #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #stvillainousvalentines

[harrywavycurly]

I love killer!eddie❤️ (actually all the Eddie's but yk)

I imagine Old Eddie telling Old Steve how apparently his wife knew all along and Steve is immediately comforting him expecting a divorce. Eddie's just like "No, man. She's inside making tea" and explains it all to him.

Do you think she knows Steve knows? Does she find out?

Hiii lovey!!! Honestly I feel like she’s always known that Steve had SOMETHING on Eddie she just never knew what until she put the whole “my husband is a serial killer” thing together so that’s when I feel like she knew that Steve was in on it but idk if she’d ever ask Eddie about it? But I will happily give you a little something where Eddie tells Steve that his wife knows, I hope you enjoy!! 💖

-find all things A Killer’s Love here✨

*this is a follow up to part 14 so in this Eddie and Steve are way older like 50’s*

“What are we doing here?” Eddie just ignores Steve’s groan as he takes a seat in an empty barstool. “This place is for people who don’t care they are getting served watered down liquor and stale beer.” Steve adds as he takes a seat next to Eddie at the bar, Eddie just smiles at the bartender as she places a beer in front of him. “You a regular here Munson?” Eddie just shrugs as he picks up the bottle and brings it to his lips.

“I sometimes moonlight as a bouncer here.” Eddie jokes before taking a sip and placing the bottle back on the bar.

“You joke as if it’s not a possibility…you could be like Sam Elliot in Road House.” Eddie laughs as a smile takes over Steve’s face at the thought of Eddie still managing to kick people’s ass even in his early fifties. “But really Eddie what are we doing here?” Eddie lets out a sigh before taking another swig of his beer just as the bartender places one in front of Steve.

“She knows.” Steve raises an eyebrow at his bestfriend as he looks in the direction of the bartender that just gave him a beer that he didn’t order.

“Who knows what now?” He asks as he looks back at Eddie who then turns so he’s looking Steve dead in the eyes.

“She knows.” He repeats and Steve feels his heart drop to his stomach as he realizes what he means. “Before you go asking me a thousand questions just know that she didn’t call the cops and she didn’t ask for a divorce.” Eddie explains as a look of pure shock takes over Steve’s face.

“She didn’t call the cops or ask for a divorce?” Eddie just shakes his head no before finishing off his beer and signaling the bartender for another one. “What did she say? Did she ask for details?” Steve asks as he runs a hand through his hair and reaches for his beer so he can take a long chug of it.

“She just asked if I took care of that Nick dude and I told her the truth because clearly she already knew and then she asked if he was the first and I said no and she said okay.” Steve nearly spits out his beer as Eddie finishes telling the story making Eddie roll his eyes at his dramatics.

“She just said okay? Like oh that’s fine honey now what do you want for dinner?” Steve mocks your voice as he speaks and Eddie gives him a warning glare letting him know he’s on thin ice if he keeps talking about you in that tone. “Sorry I’m just having trouble wrapping my head around her being okay with it.” He explains before taking another sip of his beer.

“I don’t think she’s okay with it Steve I think it’s more of a thing that she knows she can’t change it and I also don’t do it anymore so she doesn’t have to worry about it now so she just wants to move on because clearly when I was….dealing with people it didn’t get in the way of our marriage or she would’ve left my ass a long time ago.” Steve just nods his head as Eddie speaks and lets out a sigh of relief as he reaches over and pats Eddie on the back.

“I’ll give you that Eddie…you may be a retired serial killer but you’ve always been a great husband.” Eddie laughs as Steve brings his beer bottle over to clink with Eddie’s.

“Thanks Harrington.”

#a killers love #Eddie Munson au #eddie munson series #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington #eddie munson x wife!reader #killer!eddie #serial killer!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #tw serial killers #my little dungeon master baby #my little fluffy haired baby

[s-wordsmith]

Something I really need Stranger Things fic writers to know is that no one in rural America was locking any doors in the eighties apart from the government and businesses. I remember when there was a big stink about "we gotta start locking our doors now how am I supposed to remember that every time I leave the house." People didn't lock the doors when they were home until at LEAST the mid-aughts, a lot of people STILL don't. "Oh we can't get into so-and-so's house/car because we don't have the keys!" You do not need the keys, just open the door. "I'm alarmed because I went over to so-and-so's house and their front door was unlocked so I instantly knew something was wrong." It would be much weirder if it was locked. If I showed up at my friend's house and the door was locked I would immediately assume something was wrong. If I lived in a town regularly invaded by monsters and patrolled by mobs of government agents/Russian spies/jocks with guns, I would assume my friend was currently being hunted.

#stranger things #pretty sure Will just walked into his house in the first episode #I know Mike did when he brought Eleven home #None of these doors are locked #Please stop including it as plot points because it takes me right out of the story and leaves me staring into space #Also while we're at it: #VHS tapes will not fit in Steve's back jeans pocket #That's not happening #And it is completely normal for the Wheelers to not know where their two oldest kids are #Parents in the eighties expected you to show up for breakfast and for dinner and that's it #Sometimes you bike to the other side of town to get up to trouble with your friends and that's just how it is #If you were inside they were concerned about your health #And no one was particularly stressed about being able to reach anyone because that was the usual state of things #Sorry for the rant #So many of you are too young to have known the carefree days of the height of serial killers lol #Kids rarely went missing and most people had only ever heard of murders and other serious crimes in the big city #No one in Hawkins is concerned except the people who have dealt with the monsters

[moosereblogsfics]

No Motive

pairing: serial killer! steve x serial killer!bucky x reader 

warnings: DUBCON, kind of non con, serial killer au, horror, slight dacryphilia, violence, smut, p in v, manipulation/coercion, facial, creampie, mentions of virginity loss, masturbation, MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat. read at your own risk

summary:  “Surprise, Sidney!” 

a/n: this is a Scream / Grease inspired entry for @boxofbonesfic​ Friday The 13th challenge for Serial Killer! this is my first time writing anything dark but I had a lot of fun (i love horror/horror movies so this was a fun exercise). thank you so much bones for hosting this super fun challenge and i hope everyone had an absolutely spooktacular Friday the 13th!

word count: 1287 (cutting it close whew)

“Doors locked. Windows and blinds shut. No trips to anywhere but the grocery store or work, during daylight hours. No one is permitted to be outside of their homes after dark.”

That was what the police said. So why the hell were you outside right now? You snuck a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was driving carefree with the windows down.

“You cold, babe?” He shouted over the wind, looking over at you to flash you a cocky smirk. He looked beautiful, and that’s why you were here.

“No,” you mustered, but it was a lie. The anxiety caused by your forbidden outing induced a tremor in your hands as you pressed down your skirt. Steve would be so disappointed if he knew how you were feeling. Wasn’t this romantic? In the very least, it was what all the other couples did at school. 

It was what Steve’s ex-girlfriends did with him. 

You fought the urge to flip down the little vanity mirror and check your lipstick, make sure you looked pretty enough for him. Instead, you looked over at him with a smile and reached over to squeeze his thigh suggestively. That’s how you were supposed to do it, right? 

The crunching of gravel under Steve’s tires drew your attention to the little road that you’ve pulled off onto. You’ve never been here, but you recognized it from its infamy— Lover’s Lake, where all the couples used to come to get a little… privacy. Nobody came here anymore, though.

Not since the killings started. 

Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips nervously, and you felt your heart pounding in fear. 

“Steve, is this a good idea?” you eked out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling at the flesh nervously. Without even looking at you, Steve grasped your chin in his forefinger and eased your lip out from your teeth before running over it with his thumb. 

He’s so good to you. He knew you so well. So why didn’t you feel safe right now? 

But your stomach roiled when he sighed, clearly disappointed in you as he spared an irritated look before pulling the car to stop facing the lake. “Babe, I told you this already, remember? We can’t let the killer win. When we let them control us, let them make us afraid, they win.” 

“But Steve, what if the killer shows up?”

“Hey,” he said, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck and letting his fingers press on your spine. “I’m here, baby. Now go get your cute ass in the backseat.” Steve laughed when you squeaked at the pat on your butt as you made your way to the backseat. 

As you sat down, you couldn’t get over how… wrong it felt. Like the ghosts of the three girls that died here were watching you, telling you to get out of here. It was disrespectful at best, dangerous for a fact. But you didn’t have it in you to say no to Steve. 

He settled next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as the two of you looked out to the lake. Your heart beat faster when his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress and bra, before he inched them off your shoulder. 

“Oops,” he laughed. It sounded harsher than you were used to, and you couldn’t hold back your discomfort anymore. You turned to him, ready to voice your objections when he captured your lips with his own. 

“Steve-” 

“Shh, baby,” he interrupted you, pulling down your top entirely to expose your tits to him. He kneaded the flesh between his palms, groaning and watching your nipples peak in response to his ministrations. “God, you’re so pretty. So innocent. Knew you’d be the best girlfriend a fella could ever have.” The pride that swelled within you at his words squashed the discomfort within you, and you leaned in to kiss him with a smile. 

You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in his kisses as his hands wandered up and down your body. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress and bra off, pulled your panties off and laid you down on the leather seats of his car. 

“You see how hard I am for you, baby?” Steve groans, grabbing your hand and putting it on his bulge as he rocked his clothed thigh against your bare core. Steve Rogers, the one guy that everyone wanted, the captain of the football team, the all-American golden boy wanted you. 

Steve slid his jeans off, sitting in one of the seats as he pumped his shaft twice and pulled your hips between his legs, aligning your slick cunt with his tip and driving his hips up to inch into you. You stifled your discomfort, trying to hide your winces and the tears that sprung in your eyes as he eased into your tight hole. You couldn’t let him know that you were a virgin, what would he think? 

But you knew when you met Steve’s wolfish gaze, it wasn’t something you could hide from him. 

“Are you a virgin, baby?” He cooed at you, condescension lacing his tone. You nodded and shut your eyes, when the sound of the door opening forced your eyes open.

Bucky, Steve’s best friend, slid into the seat next to yours. “Getting started without me, huh, pal?” Steve laughed harshly at that, exposing your body for Bucky to see. Mortification sent blood rushing through your body but Steve didn’t seem to care as he squeezed and flicked your tits, continuing to fuck into you. “You gonna let me join in, Stevie?” 

“Not this time,” Steve grunted, turning to Bucky as he used your body. “This one’s a virgin.” 

“Lucky,” Bucky asserted, unbuckling and sliding his already-hard cock out from his jeans. “Spit,” he instructed you, putting his hand in front of your mouth then using it as lubrication to stroke himself as he watched Steve fuck you. “You wanna cry, baby?” he asked you as he watched you, noting the stiffness of your body. “Yeah, I bet it hurts. C’mon, then, cry.” 

You let the tears flow freely from you as Steve picked up the pace, uncaring about your pain as he drove further into you. But it didn’t take long for the pain to shift to pleasure, the fullness from Steve making your head loll against his shoulder. 

Bucky pulled you down to face his cock, surprising you as he sprayed his release on your face, almost making you cry again as his cum mixed with your lipstick. Inexplicably, though, it triggered that blissful feeling that you’ve only felt on your own, clenching tighter on Steve’s cock as your vision whited out. 

“Shit, you like that?” Steve snickered, cumming into you as your body slacked. He pulled you off unceremoniously, swinging you into his arms only to dump your nude body in the passenger seat. “I gotta go piss,” he called out, slamming the door as Bucky trailed behind him. 

Bored, you opened the glovebox in search of napkins to clean your face, but when your fingers brushed against dainty metal, your heart stuttered. 

Inside Steve’s glovebox lay three bloodstained necklaces, ones that you knew belonged to the dead girls because you recognized each little pendant— Darla’s pink rhinestone, Charlotte’s teddy bear, Jeanie’s heart locket. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that, sweetheart,” Steve said from behind you. You saw the blood from your neck spray onto the windshield before you got the chance to scream.  

“That’s gonna be a pain to get out,” Bucky commented, before the darkness swallowed you whole.

#dark fic #dark!steve #dark!bucky #serial killer!steve #serial killer!bucky #scream inspired dark fic #boxofbonesfic friday the 13th challenge #horror au #moosereblogsfics' writings #dead dove do not eat #dark!stucky x reader

[feral-harpy]

Fanfic Idea:

I've always thought that the whole situation in the end of Season 2 of Stranger Things, where Billy finds Steve with the kids at the Byers' house, was screaming serial killer.

So I'd imagine Billy just randomly seeing Steve burry a suspiciously wet bag in the middle of the forest by night as more than a little fucked up.

The next few days are just Billy trying to figure out if the former King Steve is a serial killer, maybe, proberbly...

Plus points if Hopper finds him snooping at Steve's and warns him to keep away. Because, let's face it, Billy would immediately go: jup, the cop is in on it. This is a fucking conspiracy!

#stranger things #fic ideas #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #Serial killer #miscommunication #jim hopper

[fizzigigsimmer]

Chapter 1. He Who Holds The Devil: A Harringrove Hannibal Au

Link to the fic

Author: fizzigigsimmer | triddlegrl (a03)

Artist: the wickedly tallented and lovely @sketchy-scribs-n-doods & @alicetallula |tallula03

Beta: literal genius and absolute godsend @robthegoodfellow

For @bigbangharringrove

Summary: Steve survived Hawkins Lab. He's one of twelve people with strange supernatural gifts that push him to the fringes of society. Steve lends his vision to Special Agent Jim Hopper at the FBI, catching criminals of the highest caliber. The Tri-state Ripper is the most prolific serial killer of the last two decades. The hunt for The Ripper will change Steve forever - for better or for worse.

Y'all, I don't even know what to say. I'm so excited I could throw up. I have been working on this for ages, and sometimes I wasn't sure if it was going to happen. But we made it! It's here, and I am SO SO proud of it. I really hope you love this as much as I do, but please heed the warnings. This is a dark romance involving serial killers in love, nothing except their love is sacred! 😉For fans of the show, please note that although this follows the basic set up of the show it is not sticking to that plot.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #steve x billy #harringrove fic #harringrove bigbang2023 #bigbangharringrove #Hannibal Au #Serial killers in love #Harringrove Murder Husbands #fizzi writes fic #He Who Holds The Devil

[starship-buccaneer]

Steve: Well yeah, Eddie flirts with me constantly and touches me all the time and I do it back and everything, but we're just two guys horsin' around, y'know?

Everyone: No Steve. We do not know.

Steve: Yeah, Eddie's fruity with me, so what? Just because I'm a guy and he likes guys doesn't automatically mean he's into me. He's just comfortable being himself with me!

Everyone: Steve. He's sitting in your lap, playing with your hair. He calls you pretty boy, Steve. He's wearing your sweater, Steve. Steve, please.

#steddie #this is essentially the plot of the fic im writing #steve has-never-had-a-healthy-male- friendship harrington assumes that his friendship with eddie is what good normal male frienship is #everyone else watches on in abject misery as steves obliviousness reaches unbelievable new heights #steve briefly wonders where his interest in pursuing a romantic relationship has gone #then immediately comes to the wrong conclusion that he's simply transcended romance through the power of friendship #meanwhile eddie is tragically pining after a man who could not act more like his boyfriend but is tragically stupid #robin has become the conspiracy board meme from its always sunny #her board has IS STEVE BISEXUAL in big bold serial killer cutout letters on it. theres red string connecting pictures of him and eddie #and also him and bruce springsteen #its all very scientific #dustin and max add to it sometimes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things

[half-oz-eddie]

The Widowmaker (Serial Killer! Billy Hargrove)

Warning for slightly graphic content

They call him the Widowmaker. He only kills a very specific demographic. Remarried fathers, particularly over the age of 30. He has traveled to 15 different states, and killed over 20 different men, leaving wives without husbands, turning them all into widows. He usually spends a few weeks in each town, stalking his mark, before killing them all the exact same way.

He strangled them with a belt. The same belt his father used to beat him with. Then he carves PUSSY across their forehead with his earring.

He never stays in any of the towns long, and always does all of his transactions with a fake ID. He could be John from Kansas, Andrew from Colorado, Brian from Maine, but he was never Billy. Billy was left behind in California a long time ago. His father had beaten Billy out of him.

He thought he was never going to be Billy again. Only The Widowmaker. He got a thrill from destroying families. Sometimes he’d spy on the child that clung to the stepmother, or their real mother, proud of himself for doing what he thought was saving a child from a broken family.

Billy enjoyed listening to stories about his killings on the radio, and warning fathers still happily married to the mothers of their children to “watch out, there’s a psycho on the loose.” They would thank him, and tell John, or Dave, or Adam to drive safely.

When Billy was passing through Indiana, there was a terrible storm. The storm caused him to lose control of his vehicle and hit a tree in the outskirts of a small town.

This tree was part of someone’s property. The property owner quickly came to his aid, helping him out of his vehicle, and into their house.

Billy didn’t like to be helped. He didn’t like to be worried about, but passing through a small town will subject you to that tight-knit sense of community. This man brought him, a stranger, a killer, into his home, offered him ice and bandages, and even a cup of coffee.

“We only have one mechanic in town, so you’ll need somewhere to stay until your car’s fixed. I have some extra beds here.”

“Thanks. You live here alone?”

“No. I have a son. His mom and I divorced and it’s my weekend to spend time with him.”

Steve was almost his type—almost. He hasn’t remarried, and he wasn’t 30 just yet. What was Billy going to do?

“You haven’t touched your coffee at all. You a beer guy, maybe?” Steve continued. “I’ve got a few cans in the fridge. Help yourself” he offered.

“Thanks.” Billy accepted.

“I’m Steve by the way. Steve Harrington.”

“You got a nice house here, Harrington. I’m—“

Who was he going to be? John? Adam? Mark? Dave? Pete?

“I’m Billy.” He shook his hand. “Billy Hargrove.”

He decided not to kill him after all.

Part 2 ->

#the widowmaker #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fanfiction #serial killer tw #ivy.doc

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I gossiped and shared a thingy of Popeye's curly fries with The Zodiac Killer, who also happened to be Steve Harvey. He was appalled to find out about the shit Stephanie did in 4th period.

#dream #popeye's #curly fries #food mention #food #the zodiac killer #killer #serial killer #serial kiler tw #zodiac #murder #murder tw #horror #nightmare #steve harvey

[corvusartchronicles]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃

#my art #stranger things #stranger things fanart #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #fanart #steve harrington fanart #steve harrington #killer steve harrington #killer eddie munson #serial killer au #Homiecide Au #steddie #steddie fanart

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

need more fics ab steve having some super traumatic thing happen in his childhood which is the reason he’s so ‘unfazed’ and ‘normal’ after the upside down (bc he’s ALREADY traumatized)

#i’ve seen one where he was kidnapped by a serial killer as a kid #and I WANT MORE #give me more kidnapped and held hostage for a couple years steve!! #give me more number steve!! some good old experimentation and powers to feed me! #give me more traumatized steve with all his messy trauma responses and coping mechanisms!!! #i also saw one where he was raised in a cult buuuttt i couldn’t get into it bc it was kinda ooc and i didn’t like the pacing?? #idk wasn’t for me #bUT THE PREMISE IS IMMACULATE #give me more fics of terrible horrible horrible horrifying unimaginable shit happening to steve harrington #and him having to cope with that #so his coping and trauma when it comes to the upside down kinda meshes and fits in with that #which is why he doesn’t act that ‘different’ (aside from red. arc) or traumatized #I WANT ITTTTTT #IIIIIII NEEEEEEEEDDDDDD IIIITTTTTTTT #steve harrington #steve harrington has ptsd #stranger things fic #ao3fic #fic ideas #fic idea #stranger things steve

[videodrme]

Intake [1.01] THE PATIENT (2022)

#the patient #the patient fx #thepatientedit #the patient spoilers #the patient hulu #steve carell #domhnall gleeson #alan strauss #sam fortner #tvedit #filmtv #cinematv #smallscreensource #tvcentric #gifs* #mine* #tv #saw the first two episodes and im obsessed #domhnall playing a serial killer #it's like they looked at my interests and said yes to all of them

[harrywavycurly]

What about when Killer Eddie has to threaten Steve because he’s too mouthy about people Eddie has killed?👀😬

Hiii babes!! I feel like this would totally happen this way because Steve is Steve and can’t help himself and Eddie just has to gently remind him…what he can do😂🙈 so enjoy💖

CW: Eddie is a serial killer and mentions of knives

Tag List: @clairesjointshurt @sofaritsalrightt @squidscottjeans @stardustmunson @amberpanda99

-find all things A Killer’s Love here✨

“I’m just saying why can’t you like do what you did to Nick to this Rodger dude?” Eddie rolls his eyes as Steve stands across the kitchen island from him.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about Harrington…who’s Nick?” Steve just glares at Eddie as he folds his arms across his chest. “Hand me those dishes will you?” Eddie asks as he motions to the stack of plates and silverware that’s on Steve’s side of the island.

“Come on man you know what I’m talking about.” His voice is lower as he slides the stack of dishes towards Eddie so he can put them in the sink thats filling up with soapy water. Eddie slowly picks up one of the steak knives and holds it for a moment while looking over at Steve.

“Actually Steve.” Eddie watches the way Steve’s eyes go a bit wide as he effortlessly spins the knife around in his right hand. “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.” He explains as he tosses the knife to his left hand making Steve flinch as he gently catches it all while never breaking eye contact with his bestfriend who he knows is silently having a panic attack in the middle of his kitchen. “So if I were you I’d stop bringing it up.” With that Eddie drops the knife into the sink and begins cleaning the plates.

“Yeah yeah I’ll uh stop bringing it up.”

“Stop bringing what up?” Eddie smiles as you walk into the kitchen holding the coffee pot while Steve’s cheeks go red and he drops his arms to his sides as he turns to look at you and when he opens his mouth to say something he just closes it because it’s like all of a sudden Steve doesn’t know how to speak making Eddie roll his eyes before he looks at you.

“Oh he’s been trying to talk me into a boys trip but you know how I am about unplanned vacations.” Steve lets out a sigh of relief at the quick cover story Eddie comes up with. “How’s it going out there baby? Need anything?” He asks as you put the pot back on the coffee maker before walking over and standing next to Eddie by the sink.

“It’s going good honey thanks for agreeing to let me host book club here this month.” You answer as you lean over and place a kiss to Eddie’s cheek making him grin as he turns his head so he can catch your lips in a quick kiss before you turn away.

“Of course sweetheart.” You just smile as you walk around the island towards the entrance to the living room. “Let us know if you need anything okay?” You just nod and give Steve a smile before don’t back into the living room to join the other members of your book club.

“Jesus Christ how do you do that so well?” Eddie ignores Steve’s question as he finishes cleaning the rest of the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. “I mean really how do you just lie to her so..so-”

“You think I enjoy lying to her? That I like covering up bullshit conversations like this? You think all this is easy for me Steve is that it?” Steve doesn’t have time to react before Eddie is in his face with his hands gripping the collars of his jacket.

“No no I don’t think it’s easy man I’m just saying you’re good at it that’s all.” Steve explains trying to calm the situation down, Eddie just shoves Steve away from him so he can run his hands through his hair and let out a few deep breaths.

“If you bring up Nick or any other fucking asshole I’ve dealt with or that you think I need to deal with..ever again it won’t just be a conversation I’m covering up of yours…do understand what I’m saying to you Steve?” Eddie makes sure his tone is even and his words come out clear and precise as he looks at a terrified Steve Harrington.

“Yes I understand.”

“Good because like you said…I’m good at this.” Steve just nods and turns around and fixes his jacket as he walks over to the coffee pot and grabs a mug off the shelf.

“You want some? Or are you still cutting back on the caffeine?” Steve asks as he looks at Eddie over his shoulder and gives him a look that lets Eddie know this is his way of moving on and acting like nothing happened to which Eddie is grateful because he loves Steve, they’ve been friends for years and he’d hate to have to not only end the friendship but his life all because he can’t keep his mouth shut.

#a killers love #eddie munson au #eddie munson series #Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x wife!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson #killer!eddie #serial killer!eddie #tw serial killers #tw knives #Steve Harrington #my little dungeon master baby #my little fluffy haired baby #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things series

[theladycarpathia]

Billy is beautiful with blood smeared across his skin.

“Stop staring,” Billy hisses, still crouched over the body - the body, their first body - the knife still hanging loosely from his fingers. Steve tears his eyes away from the bloodied blonde hair and up to his boyfriend.

“We’ve got shit to do,” Billy reminds him, looking down at Karen Wheeler’s still body. Her eyes are still open but there’s just…nothing there. It’s horrifying. It’s amazing. 

“I know,” Steve says. There’s only half an hour before Nancy arrives home from cheerleading and they need to have the scene set and be long gone before then. If this plan is going to work they need to make sure that the next year passes without them coming under suspicion at all. Not a hint, not a whisper. There’s no reason for two of Nancy’s classmates to kill her mother.

Except that there is.

And unfortunately courts of law don’t accept ‘desperate nasty skank’ as a good reason for murder. Never mind that she’s screwed around with half the town, including Billy’s father. Karen destroyed many a marriage and never once gave a shit about it, because her own husband is too stupid to notice. Nancy likely has no clue about what her mother gets up to. That Karen even propositioned Billy last year, as if asking a seventeen year old to bed was anything other than disgusting. 

Thankfully, Billy has only ever had eyes for Steve. 

It had started as a joke. Just the two of them wrapped around each other in Steve’s bed on nights that his parents were away, sharing a cigarette, while Billy would vent about his mother leaving. How he missed her. How he hated his father for screwing around. And then one day it wasn’t just a joke and Billy knew exactly which affair had broken the illusion. Karen Wheeler in the local motel, lipstick smeared and adjusting her cerise pink blouse. 

Steve has no real stake in this game. Not a single one. But he’d watched the light fade in Billy’s eyes and sworn that he’d do anything to bring it back. Even if it meant playing along, right up until they’d broken in tonight with a large hunting knife and one of Cotton’s jackets stolen from his house. He’s never asked who told Billy, doesn’t want to know. The sound when the knife went in, the blood dripping down her perfectly made up mouth, the cooling body on the floor. It’s addicting and Steve doesn’t want to stop. He wants to pin Billy down and lick him clean.

But they can’t yet. There’s a frame job to be done, before they can fuck in the shower, while the water slowly turns pink around them, washing the last of the evidence down the drain.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Billy asks impatiently, rising from the floor. He’s so incredible - bright blue eyes, his mouth the most perfect soft pink, the black Henley smeared with dark patches - that Steve can’t help stepping forward and biting his bottom lip. Billy moans and pulls Steve into him, as turned on by the moment as he is.

“I just love you,” Steve says, rubbing at a red smear on Billy’s collar bone. He leans forward and laves it with his tongue, too eager to wait. He’s already hard and he can feel from Billy’s long body pressed against his that he’s not the only one feeling it. The gush of blood, the feeling of power, the threat of being caught…it’s a rush he never expected. He wants to do it again and again.

“Later,” Billy pants. He presses against Steve with another bruising kiss, just a hint of teeth. Steve licks back, wanting any taste he can get. “We can fuck all night when we get back to your’s. But we don’t have time, remember? The whole plan depends on us surviving the year. Then after that, we’re free.”

“We’re free,” Steve echoes. He steps back, hating every minute he’s not touching Billy. But if they want to get out of this town with fame and fortune, the two heroic survivors of the Hawkins massacre then they have to be patient. The sweet memory of this kill will last them the year anyway. 

They have to smear Cotton’s jacket with blood, wipe all the handles clean and remove any trace that they were ever there. Billy leaves the front door ajar, and - just as Nancy pulls into the driveway - slips out the back wearing the distinct bright red jacket. With the hood up, Billy’s enough of a similar build and size to Cotton that Nancy won’t question it. 

Later, they toss the jacket onto the side of the road, into a ditch, where it will eventually be discovered among the thorns and overgrowth. It’ll be used as evidence that Cotton was there that night and slaughtered the defenseless mother of three. It goes so smoothly that Steve almost wants to pinch himself once they’ve let themselves back into the empty Harrington house and tumble upstairs, shedding clothes as they go. They never make it to the shower and Billy climbs onto Steve’s dick on the landing floor, using sweat and blood to slide down. 

Steve gasps as his orgasm rises, urged on by Billy’s feverish eyes, the tightness clamped around his cock. He wants this again, Billy alive and happy like this. He pulls Billy down and moans into their kiss as he comes into Billy’s body, scraping his fingernails across Billy’s perfect skin. And once Billy has spilled hot come between them onto their bloodstained bellies, Steve stares at the boy he loves and thinks that he would butcher the whole town, if it meant they got to stay like this. 

#harringroveweek #harringrove #the scream au #prompt: ghostface #billy hargrove #steve harrington #they'd be truly deranged serial killers #unhinged and obsessed with each other #codependency out the wazoo #it's up to you whether they get away with it #or if nancy pulls a sidney and kills them both #lemons

[absentlurker]

y’all imagine all that shit happening in Hawkins by 1986 and obviously there is eventually a huge coverup story to explain the murders and clear eddie’s name but think about all the true crime podcasts that would pop up a couple of decades later. All these reporters and journalists deep diving into the weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana and the 20 year old who was suspected to be a murderous cult leader who turned out to be innocent all along.

imagine one particular podcast interviewing eddie munson himself who gets to finally talk about the events that ruined his life for awhile.

#Steve appearing in the podcast as well as the guy who saved eddie from a serial killer #Dustin gets interviewed as well and he’s like eddie’s biggest defender #I was listening to father wants us dead and I was like wow I bet a true crime podcast for Hawkins would be wild #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things