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kennahjune · 6 months

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Steddie

I’m joining the s3 steddie train :D

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Steve was late. He was so late and so dead. Robin was going to kill him— he’d never make it out of Scoops Ahoy alive.

This was his thought process after dropping Will Lucas and Max off at Mikes. This was also his thought process the entirety of the way to Scoops while he shoved his way through the mall.

The moment he entered the small shop Robins eyes locked on him in a glare. Steve barely gave her a second before he was going to the back room to get ready for his shift.

He heard the back room door open behind him.

“You’re—“

“24 minutes late I know,” he said as calmly as he could while trying to relax his breathing.

“Yeah and—“

“And you get an extra 25 minutes for your break, yes Robin I know!”

Steve finally closed his employee cubby and turned to look at Robin. “Look. Im sorry I was so late today but Will, Lucas and Max are assholes when they’re being petty and they needed a ride to Mikes cause all the others were busy! I’ll take closing shift today to if you’re really that mad.”

Robin stared at him angrily from the doorway. “Fine.” She uncrossed her arms. “And yes, you will be taking the closing shift tonight. I have a study date with a friend that I can’t miss.”

“It’s summer vacation?”

“Shut up!”

Steve shrugged when the door closed.

He closed the door to his employee locker with a little more force than necessary. He had a migraine building and the bright, florescent lights of the mall weren’t helping in the slightest.

He walked out and began his shift.

…

Eddie wanted to enjoy his day off. Preferably by himself. But Gareth and Jeff decided that his personal life was their personal life. So here they were.

He had wanted to spend the day away from the mall, considering that that was where everyone seemed to be nowadays. But the guys were insistent.

So they were walking around. It wasn’t too bad, considering Eddie had gotten himself a new record and tape with his newest paycheck. They were sitting at the fountain when Gareth shouted right in Eddie’s ear:

“HOLY SHIT!”

Eddie just about punched him with how hard he jumped. Jeff spit out his Pepsi all over Eddie.

While Eddie was worrying about getting the sticky drink off of his skin, Gareth continued with; “is that HARRINGTON in Scoops?”

Well. Now he has Eddie’s attention.

Sure enough, just in Eddie’s line of sight, was Steve Harrington in a sailors uniform and a dorky hat.

A dorky hat that was soon snatched up by his current customer, Billy Hargrove.

Jeff clapped him on the shoulder and leaned over him to get a better view. “Is that Hargrove?”

“Yep.” Eddie popped the P.

“It looks like he’s messing with Harrington.”

“Yep.” Another pop on the P.

“And Harrington looks like he’s gonna fucking explode.”

Eddie agreed. Harrington was red in the face and not in the cute blushy-way he usually gets (don’t ask why Eddie knows that). He was talking back to Hargrove, probably something bitchy and sarcastic in typical Harrington-fashion based on the way Hargrove seemed to recoil for a moment before jumping back.

“Should we do something?” Gareth asked skeptically. Jeff shrugged where he was pressed against Eddie’s back.

“I’m going in.” Eddie stood and nearly knocked Jeff down in the process.

“Hang on—“

“Nope! Wish me luck, boys!” Eddie yelled over his shoulder while he dashed over. He heard them both get up and follow him.

…

Steve wanted to cry.

His head hurt so fucking bad and his back was killing him and he had ran into a shelf earlier and had a killer bruise on his arm and leg from it and everything was too fucking much.

Then, in all his asshole and dick glory, in came Billy Hargrove.

At this point, Steve would rather take another plate to the head then have to deal with his annoyingly aggravating voice. Hargrove came in, probably expecting Robin to be there, but got Steve instead. And honestly Steve would rather deal with him then leave Robin with him.

So he’s been enduring it, giving his own comments and comebacks but overall hating his life and just wanting to curl up and die.

Then his savior showed up. In all his black leather and chains, Eddie fucking Munson.

Hallelujah.

Hargrove seemed to back down the moment Munson showed up. Which wasn’t too strange considering that Munson supplied over half of Hawkins’ weed supply. Including Steve’s own for a while. He hasn’t bought in a while cause of the brat brigade.

But not the point.

Hargrove nodded to Munson. “Munson.”

Wow. Real cool, Billy. Steve held back a snicker.

“Heeyyy, Hargrove!” Munson cheerily greeted. But there was something about his smile that was off, to Steve. It seemed tighter than usual, his eyes not crinkling with the motion like normal. Don’t ask why Steve knows this.

Munson’s eyes seemed darker, too. Like he was angry. Maybe Hargrove didn’t pay him? Steve couldn’t bother to care with how bad his head started to pound.

He shouldn’t be at work with this migraine. He knows that. His doctor’s told him this multiple times. But he owes it to Robin for being late so much and he needs to prove to his dad that he can take care of himself.

“So what brings you here, Billy?” Munson asks casually, stepping farther into the shop. Steve seems to finally be forgotten about, and he places his head down on the counter. The cooled surface definitely helps with the spinning room.

He hears Hargrove say something back, but he isn’t paying attention anymore. His eyes are stating to go blurry and he really needs to sit down. But then Munson says something that catches his attention:

“Just leave Harrington alone, man. Last I checked he did nothing to you.”

What the hell? Steve wished he could lift his head and see what Munson was doing. What he looked like when he said that. If he looked as mean as he sounded.

Steve only lifts his head a few moments later when he feels a hand on his back. He shoots up quicker than he intends, and nearly falls back down if not for the hands still holding him up.

“Shit,” he grumbles quietly to himself, whining even quieter at the sudden rush of pain and the black dots in his vision.

“Easy there, your highness.” Munson.

Steve blinks slowly, letting Munson set him down in a booth. He doesn’t remember walking over but he’ll take it. He puts his head back down and intertwines his fingers behind his head. He groans quietly again, the pounding slowly receding.

“Hey man, is there something we could do? Do you need anything?” He heard Munson ask.

We? Steve wants to ask, but finds himself not caring. “Water, and my bag from the back please,” he rasps out. Talking makes the pounding worse.

He hears someone rush off to the back and a moment later a hands on his back again and is helping him sit up.

“Here ya go sweetheart.” Munson slides the glass of water and bag over to him.

Steve silently reaches into his bag and pulls out his small “to-go” med-kit. He carries it around mainly for the kids. Mike tends to be clumsier than he comes off as and Max is always trying out some new skateboarding tricks. From inside the kit he pulls out a pill bottle and swallows 2 with the water and goes for another 2 before a hand stops him.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to take more than 2.” This voice is new but familiar. Steve squints past the blurriness and makes out someone he recognizes from school; Gareth Emerson.

“4,” Steve manages past the lump in his throat. Munson, Emerson, and someone else Steve doesn’t quite know look at him. Munson continues to hold Steve’s hand on the table, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. It weirdly intimate but the comfort is very welcome.

“4 what?” The other guy asks.

“4 pills. I usually take 4.”

Munson and Emerson both wince. The third guy looks at him like he’s insane. Steve finally recognizes him as Jeff,… something. He actually never got his last name.

“Dude— are you trying to overdose!?”

Steve winced at the sudden loudness, whining quietly. Munson shushed Jeff and Steve heard him rush out an apology.

The bell over the door dinged at that moment, and Steve found himself face to face with Max, Mike, Will, Lucas, and— for some reason— Jonathan.

“Uh— hi?” Steve attempted for a greeting.

“‘Hi!?’” Mike yelled. “Hi yourself man! We called your walkie at least 4 times!! What the hell?”

“Are you ok? Why didn’t you answer?” Will asked in a much quieter tone.

Lucas and Max wasted no time before slotting themselves in the booth with Steve. Munson remained across from Steve, and Emerson and Jeff now hovered farther away, but Lucas slid right in next to Munson and Max next to Steve.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” Max demanded. But she clung to his shirt tightly.

“Language, Mayfield,” he reprimanded quietly.

Mike paused where he stood. “Why are you talking so quietly? Shit— do you have a migraine?”

Suddenly 4 pairs of little eyes were gazing at him with unmasked concern. Holy shit was this overwhelming.

“Guys—“

“Why didn’t you say that, Steve?” Lucas asked.

“Are you ok? How long has it been going on for? Asked Will.

“Why are even here if you’re not able to function properly?” Mike reprimanded in his own caring-ness.

Max clutched to him tighter. “Why aren’t you at home? You could’ve called in sick or something!”

“Shhh!” Mike shushed her.

“Don’t shush me—“

“Shut up!” He whisper shouted. “You have to be quiet and try to control your temperature while resting in a dark, quiet room to try and help with migraines. Pain killers help to but no more than 3.”

Everyone stared at him. He went a little pink under the sudden attention.

“Nancy gets migraines a lot from reading in the dark.”

Jonathan came over right then. Steve was suddenly overwhelmed by all the people surrounding him.

“Uhm—“

“Hey,” Munson called. Steve forgot about him for a good moment. “This is cute and all, but maybe we should not surround him? Poor boy looks like he’s gonna cry.”

Everyone turned to look at him. Tears had— in fact— sprung to his eyes.

“Sorry!” All the kids rushed out quietly at the same time. Max climbed out of the booth and Munson and Jonathan both assisted with helping Steve to the break room. Jeff and Emerson stayed with the kids, but Mike came with them since he seemed to know what he was doing better than the 3 of them.

On their way back to the room though, Steve’s legs nearly gave out from under him. Shit. It’s one of those days. Munson just barely managed to catch him under the armpits while Jonathan got him by the waist.

“Woah there, sweetheart.” Munson grunted.

“Careful, Steve,” Jonathan said quietly.

“Sorry. Spinning.” Steve exhaled shakily.

Mike came rushing back after realized they weren’t with him. “Damn. Spinning? Are you able to walk? Or are they gonna have to carry you?”

Jonathan looked up at the mention of having to carry Steve. “Yeah— I’m not able to carry him. I am so not strong enough for that.” He had the decency to look apologetic.

Munson chuckled quietly and the sound reverberated through his chest where Steve’s head was. It was soothing.

“Don’t worry Big Byers. I’ve got him no problem.”

Steve was given no warning before he was being picked up in a bridal carry. He winced sharply and laid his head on Munson’s shoulder. Jonathan whistled lowly from somewhere beside them and Steve blindly kicked his leg in his direction, scoring in kicking him in the arm. Jonathan snickered.

…

When Munson chased off Hargrove he didn’t expect for Harrington to all but collapse in on himself and try to fucking overdose on like 5 pain killers. He also hadn’t expected to be bombarded by 4 kids and 1 Jonathan Byers. Least of all did he expect to be carrying Harrington bridal style to the break room of Scoops Ahoy.

Somewhere behind him, Gareth turned the sign on the door to closed. Eddie silently thanked him.

The kid— who he vaguely remembers as Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother— opens the door and startles a half asleep Robin Buckley.

“Hello,” Jonathan throws her way before pulling a chair out for Eddie to sit on.

“Uh— hi? What the hell—“

Eddie takes the seat with Harrington in his lap. Robin looks dumbfounded.

“Migraine,” Jonathan helpfully supplies.

“Really, really bad migraine. Vertigo included. Full package tonight, folks.” Mike adds.

“Ok— um, is he ok? He doesn’t look ok. If it was so bad why didn’t he just call in sick?”

“That’s a good question,” Mike retorts quietly while rooting around in a freezer.

“What are you looking for”, Robin asks.

“Ice pack. The dumbass has everything in that first aid kit of his except a damn ice pack.”

“Language,” Harrington reprimanded quietly from where his cheek was against Eddie’s chest. Eddie chuckled quietly when Mike retorted with a half-assed “sorry”.

Eddie couldn’t help but admire the now sleeping Harrington in his lap. He bent in half like a shrimp, his knees just about to his chest, and his hands gripping tightly onto Eddie’s still-Pepsi-soaked t-shirt. But he looked so at peace while asleep. Like he hadn’t just had the worst migraine Eddie’s ever seen and wasn’t just about to pass out on his feet. Eddie smiled.

Mike comes over silently, managing to sneak up on Eddie and make him jump slightly and causing Harrington to whine. He’d been whining a lot today. And under “different circumstances” Eddie would’ve found it hot as fuck.

“Sorry,” Mike whispered. He seemed to be able mellow out a lot when he actually tried. He seemed like such an asshole out at the booth but now he seems quieter. These kids really cared about Harrington, huh?

“Here.” Jonathan helped him out and gently picked up Harrington’s head. Eddie caught Harrington actually kind of leaning into his touch. A strange but endearing friendship. Mike placed the ice pack— now wrapped in a cloth— on Eddie’s chest where Harrington’s head lays.

Harrington lays back down and is out like a light soon enough.

Eddie zoned out until there’s a very, very soft knock on the door. When he looks up, Jonathan is letting the other 3 kids in while Jeff and Gareth stand in the doorway.

“Is he ok?” Asks Jonathan’s little brother.

Jonathan nods and pats his head. “He’s ok, Will.”

The redhead walks over and takes a silent seat next to Eddie so she’s next to Harrington. She takes Harrington’s hand in hers and proceeds to just sit there and hold it.

“He’s ok, Max. Just a migraine,” the third kid, Lucas he thinks, reassures with a hand on Max’s shoulder.

“That’s what he said before. And then he was in the hospital.”

Woah, what?

“Hm?” Lucas looks at him.

Oh. He said that aloud.

“Wait what?” Robin asked quietly.

Jonathan’s whistled lowly. It seems to be a bit of a tic for him. “Yeah uh— funny story. Hargrove broke a plate over Steve’s head last year and nobody realized how bad it actually was until he passed out after claiming it was only a migraine.”

“He ended up in the hospital for like 2 weeks,” added Lucas.

“He needed several stitches on the side of his head.” Max unhappily supplied. Lucas squeezed her shoulder.

“It was a stage 4 concussion,” muttered Will and Mike put his head on his shoulder.

Eddie caught Gareth and Jeff’s eyes across the break room. Huh.

The Will kid came up to Eddie suddenly. “Thank you. For uh— helping with Steve. It means a lot to us. He means a lot to us.”

Mike, Max, and Lucas all nodded.

“Hang on,” Lucas piped up. “Who are you?”

…

So uh— set myself up for a part 2 there :’D

Part 2

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ashwhowrites · 4 months

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Can I request some jealous! Eddie x cheerleader! reader? (Totally inspired to request bc of the Billy fic!) But what if Reader and Eddie had been dating for over a year and Reader is a cheerleader, and Eddie's jealous bc he always find Steve, Billy, Jason, and all those jocks flirting with reader (pretend this is B4 season 4) and once they were at Chrissy's party, Eddie to do deals, but he found the jocks flirting with Reader at a party (reader thinks the jocks are dumb). After some hours, Eddie has had enough, he takes her to his van and they have sex and Reader's like, if you were so jealous you should've told me! (But like, she's not angry, she thinks it's cute that Eddie acts overprotective and all that when he's jealous) ik you just wrote the Billy one, but I can imagine Billy and Eddie being like different kind of jealous boys (if that's a thing!)

Haha I'm glad you got some inspiration. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

If the van is shaking, don't come knocking

Eddie knew that the second he took Y/N off the market, there would be consequences. When Eddie was chasing after her, he wasn't the only one. He was running with every boy in school, all competing to win her heart. He knew she was way out of his league, and he knew if he fucked up, she has many options waiting for her.

But for some reason, she set her eyes on Eddie at the start and they never wandered off. Eddie doesn't understand it, but he isn't gonna question it.

Sadly, the jocks didn't quite stop chasing her after their relationship went official. Eddie felt like he had to beat guys off of her with a stick. Even after a full year of being together, the basketball ball team watched her more than the ball. Eddie almost wanted to join the team just so he could throw the ball at their dicks.

Billy Hargrove, a blonde with blue eyes and a reputation for being amazing in bed. Eddie knows Billy isn't a real competition because Y/N was sweet and hated assholes. Plus he looked nothing like Eddie, and Eddie knows he's Y/N's type. So only a .5 threat to Eddie. But Billy knew how to flirt, and that scared Eddie.

Jason Carver, another blonde and blue eyes, is not a threat to Eddie. Incredibly rich? Yeah, he's got that over Eddie's head. Still an asshole, but less than Billy. A full-point threat to Eddie.

Steve fucking Harrington, has dark hair and dark eyes. Bits of curls were thrown in and moles on his delicate skin. He was rich, smart, stupidly friendly, and one of Y/N's closest friends. And the damn guy was good with kids, which Y/N fawned over. A full ten-point threat to Eddie.

~~~

It was party night at Chrissy's and Eddie didn't want to leave the van. Y/N was wearing dark jeans, an old hoodie of Eddie's, and white sneakers. And Eddie wanted to pounce. The way her perfume lingered on his hoodie made his brain shut off and his dick has full control. He couldn't help but move his hand up her thigh and kiss her neck.

"Let's just stay in here." He whispered, his hot tongue licking up her neck. She whined as she melted into his touch. He always knew how to get her hot and bothered in seconds.

"I wish, but we can't. Chrissy was pissed when we skipped the last party to hook up in the hot tub in the basement." Y/N whined, but not trying too hard to push him off.

"Ugh fine. Stupid cheer squad." Eddie said as he groaned. He pulled himself away and took out his keys.

"Be nice!" Y/N warned. She gave him a stern look but still pecked his lips before they got out of the van.

And just like months to a flame, the boys came running.

"Heya gorgeous, interested in some beer bong?" Billy asked, his shirt unbuttoned as his chest glistened in some type of liquid. Eddie slipped his hand into Y/N's back pocket, a glare sent to the bad boy.

"Maybe in a bit? Eddie and I are going to get a drink!" She said sweetly as she waved. Eddie sometimes hated how sweet she was to everyone.

"I'll let your boyfriend play!" Billy tried again, a smirk on his face when Y/N squealed excitedly.

"Baby! Let's go play. You kick ass at this game all the time." Y/N said, grabbing his hand out of her jeans pocket to hold it and drag him to the table.

Y/N swept the hoodie over her head, she didn't want to ruin it with stains of beer or whatever alcohol was in the cups.

Eddie growled as Billy whistled, his eyes taking in Y/N's tight black long-sleeve. Eddie couldn't help but stare as well, but he's the boyfriend so he's allowed to do that.

"Just go, Hargrove," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.

"If I win, your girl is my partner for the next round," Billy said, smirking as he threw the ball and it landed perfectly in the red solo cup.

Eddie already planned to win, but now he wasn't leaving until he embarrassed the king of Hawkins.

~~~

"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!" Y/N screamed, a little tipsy. She held her arms up proud as Eddie sank the ball in the last remaining cup. Eddie smirked as Billy glared over, his girl wrapped herself around his body in a side cuddle. Eddie stood proud, his hand came down on her ass and he gripped it hard. Billy's eyes watched with anger and jealousy as he chugged the drink.

Y/N put back on Eddie's hoodie and grabbed Eddie's hand.

After the game, they finally made it inside the actual party. And to no surprise, Jason found them.

"Well hello, beautiful. How are you?" He asked, his eyes not looking away from her.

"A little tipsy. Eddie and I just creamed Hargrove at beer pong." Y/N said, she was so friendly and sweet that she didn't notice every time she brought up Eddie, these boys fought back a glare. Almost like she was always reminding them without knowing.

"Good. Someone needed to take him down a few" Jason said, and Y/N laughed. Of course, Jason felt like he was the man for making her laugh. But so what, Eddie made her laugh a hundred times a day.

Jason and Y/N talked for a few minutes, Eddie stood next to her but didn't contribute to the conversation. Just kept his eyes on Jason to make sure he didn't try anything.

"Need to run to the bathroom. Be aware of your surroundings and don't let him flirt into your mouth." Eddie said, pecking her cheek. She nodded and moved to peck his lips.

Eddie knew he had to be fast, the boys watched her like a prey. The second the alpha was gone, they prepared to attack.

~~~

Eddie went as fast as he could, washing his hands in five seconds as he raced back out. Only to not find her in the same place he left her.

It was thirty seconds, how the fuck did she move so fast?

He searched the house and made his way to the kitchen. He smiled as he watched her sit on the counter, her feet dangling as she sipped on water. He panicked and all she was doing was being a good girl and drinking water.

Eddie for the first time since they came, felt like it was just the two of them. But then Steve walked right into the perfect picture.

"Thanks for the water." She said as she chugged it down.

"Of course, someone should be watching over something as delicate as you," Steve said, his fingers reaching up to touch her chin, but Eddie's hand stopped him. He didn't say a word, just growled at Steve and shoved him.

Steve was the one guy he refused to let flirt with her for one second. Steve backed off and pouted as Eddie grabbed Y/N's hand and raced them out the door.

"Eddie? Where are we going?" She asked, her feet trying to keep up with his long strides. But Eddie didn't say a word, he opened the back of his van and crawled in. Even though he looked pissed, he was a gentleman and gently helped her up into the van.

"What's wrong?" She tried again as he slammed shut the doors. Instead of answering, he smashed his lips on hers. He easily pushed her down, her back against the soft carpet. His hands were working up and down her body at a fast pace.

They pulled apart to quickly take off their clothes, both eagerly trying to get naked as fast as they could. Y/N didn't even have time to take off her bra when Eddie was pushing her down again.

He dove between her thighs, hot tongue swirling around her clit as he shoved two fingers into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around them. Getting them soaked in her spit. She let them go with a loud pop, then he took the same fingers and shoved them into her cunt.

She whined as his mouth sucked on her clit and his fingers scissored inside of her. He was fucking her fast, and it made her head spin. She could feel him forcing an orgasm out of her. Like he wanted her to cum in seconds. She moaned, her thighs clenching around his head as her hands dug into his hair. She kept his head in place as she rocked her hips against his tongue and fingers.

But before she could cum, he removed himself. She whined after him, her hands reaching for him.

"One second, pretty girl. Just want you to soak my cock." He smirked, leaning down to peck her lips as he pushed his cock inside of her. She whimpered as his cock stretched her out even further. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he started fucking into her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. She was screaming and clawing at everything she could. He was ruthless, almost animal-like. His mouth was on hers, then her neck, chest, and every part of skin he could reach. His hands were above her head as he looked down at her. He watched her face as her body took his cock perfectly. The way her cunt would clench around him, letting him feel the pulsing inside of her. Then her eyes would squeeze shut and her mouth would drop open with screams, moans, and whimpers.

Eddie wanted the van to shake. He wanted everyone to hear her. He wanted everyone to know she was getting fucked good by her boyfriend. He hoped Billy was still playing beer pong, he hoped Jason went outside for air, and he hoped Steve followed them outside. He wished more than anything they could see his van shake and know her tight cunt was getting fucked by him and him only.

His fingers went down to her clit, and that's when she saw stars. She screamed as she covered his cock in her cum. Her wetness making a mess everywhere and probably staining the carpet below them. She could feel Eddie in her stomach, his bulge showing as it moved inside her stomach. She pressed down on it, loving the way Eddie growled.

"Gonna fill this pretty pussy with all my cum. Gonna be dripping with my cum inside of you." He growled into her ear, he panted as he felt his balls tighten. His hot cum filled her as he bit down on her shoulder. She whimpered as her cunt grew sensitive and the extra hit of his teeth created marks on her delicate skin.

He slowly pumped himself dry inside of her, gently removing himself. He prepped her face with kisses and praise. Reaching for a spare towel he kept for these occasions. He gently wiped off her cunt, trying not to dive in for seconds as her cunt pulsed and gushed.

"If you were so jealous, you could've told me." She said with a breathy laugh. She was fucked out, barely felt anything.

Eddie looked up at her. She looked down at him with a fucked out, dazed look. A lazy smile on her face.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie winked

Eddie- a full threat to Billy, Jason and Steve

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wettestnjaay · 11 months

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STRANGER THINGS - PORN LINKS

VOL. 3 - [ MALE ~ !PART2 ]

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD

NEW TAGLIST, NEW WATTPAD PAGE BTW.

INCLUDES: Jim Hopper, Phil Callahan, Enzo - Dmitri Antonov , Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Argyle, Jonathan Byers, Gareth Emerson (MORE IF REQUESTED)

WARNING: these are links that contain porn, sexual activities.. so be aware.

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↣ JIM HOPPER

hopper just loves sliding between your thighs.

hopper likes seeing you work for his cum..

hopper love getting visits from you in his office.

after being in russia for a while hopper welcomes himself back into his sweet tight pussy,, and you enjoy it.

↣ PHIL CALLAHAN

your never too busy to give callahan some head.

callahan loves it when you bounce on him and take control.

callahan enjoys watching the tricks that you can do while having him inside.

↣ ENZO - DMITRO ANTONOV

you missed enzo so much, you creamed on him as soon as he was inside.

uh oh,, you took enzo's soul..

enzo has you against the shower wall & making out.

you two just need alone time to feel each other,

↣ EDDIE MUNSON

horse playing with eddie.

eddie likes to talk to you while shoving his fingers down your throat.

eddie has his way with you in the backseat of his van.

eddie's so big all you can do is cream again and again on him.

↣ BILLY HARGOVE

eddie and billy dick you down once?

having billy moaning and groaning while you teach him a lesson.

billy likes you going slow when you ride his dick.

billy moans loudly when he about to cum.

↣ STEVE HARRINGTON

steve fuvking you senseless before bed.

you can't get enough of steve so,, he has you bouncing on his dick in the shower.

your pussy is so wet for stevie

steve is such a needy-boy jerking off at work because he needs you.

↣ ARGYLE

argyle videos you on his dick so he can save it &watch later.

tit-fucking argyles thick cock.

argyle is very touchy when it comes to sex.

argyle knows how to get down in that pussy, and put it to work.

↣ JONATHAN BYERS

jonathan always records himself jerking his dick off whenever he missed you.

jonathan came to the halloween party just to fuck you, so you have to be quiet.

jonathan really likes your new school skirt, so why would have you jump on his dick with it on?

nobody's home so you and jonathan has the sofa to yourselves.

↣ GARETH EMERSON

gareth records you bouncing on him to flex to the cult.

gareth jerking off in the shower before you come over, after hearing your voice.

gareth likes being babied and pleased by you.

you &gareth famous morning special sex.

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pedgito · 1 year

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Currently thirsting over the idea of Eddie in those tiny gym shorts that Steve and Billy wore for basketball practice. THIGHS. Slutty little waist. I can't.

this is very tame but it made me laugh because i can so clearly imagine eddie like this.

Eddie taking them from Steve as a joke, snorting at the sight of them and holding them up like a scandalizing article of clothing between two fingers. Steve rolls his eyes because it’s really not that big of a deal but Eddie’s never even thought of the idea of wearing such a thing.

He’s not nearly as toned or tan—sure, he was in decent shape, lean and fit where it counted, but his skin was pasty white and not nearly as enticing as Steve’s. At least, that’s how he looked at it.

Steve insists that he finally takes a pair, tired of having to listen to him rip into him about how short they are, how ridiculous the team looks wearing them—but really, he just doesn’t understand. So, when walks into the trailer that night it’s almost a given that you force him to try them on, even if only for a few minutes.

He strips his jeans off, but you interrupt with a quick head shake. “All of it.” You dare with a smile that has Eddie blushing full body, “Gotta get the full affect, right?”

And he was all wrong, because the moment he slips them on, he’s hooked. You can’t help but stifle the giggle into your hand, eyes lighting up at the sight. The green contrasting against his alabaster skin perfectly, body littered in ink from his chest to his thighs and it’s mouthwatering, the subtle bump of his hipbones peeking out from above the waistband.

He’s always had nice thighs, firm and perfect for, well, everything. A seat, a ride, they were very versatile. But like this, it’s almost unbearable. Eddie can’t even take himself seriously when he looks at himself in the mirror for the first time, turning in a circle for a full view, face contorting up into a expression of disbelief, embarrassment, and confusion. His eyes are wide and comical and it never fails to make you smile.

“I’m gonna have to beg Steve to retire those shorts to you,” You tell him, peeking behind him in the mirror, fingering coming up to snap at his waistband, “they’re really—“

“I think I get it now.” Eddie decides, hand rubbing lazily over his stomach as he takes in the view from the front, junk pressed obscenely against the fabric.

“Yeah—but those are definitely a bedroom only type deal,” You giggle softly, “unless you want to scare the neighbors with how visible your dick is in those, not that I don’t mind.”

“Is that why you used to go to all of Steve’s games?” He’d asked, suddenly piecing it all together. “Does Harrington know you gawked at his ass like that?”

“Oh, he’s aware.” You assure him, smiling with amusement, “He’s also a friend and I support him, but the shorts are definitely a bonus.”

Eddie hums appreciatively, glancing at himself in the mirror again.

“Steve swore it was him that was the lady magnet—but I stand by the shorts being the biggest factor.”

Steve didn’t have nearly as much game as he thought he did, not anymore, at least.

“He’ll never let you live it down if he saw you like this.” You remind Eddie playfully, “Ever.”

“And that’s exactly why this is our secret.” Eddie warns, “Steve couldn’t handle these thighs.”

You nod in agreement, lips pursed together. “Oh, absolutely.”

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stranger things filth (some fluff!)

warning: this’ll be headcanons about characters when they’re intimate with you so vulgar language ahead! this’ll also be mostly for afab readers!!!

notes: should i do an amab ver?😲 i mean, you could request anything!!! just request and i’ll try my very best to satisfy you

characters: eddie munson, steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers, robin buckley, and nancy wheeler

ೃ⁀➷ EDDIE MUNSON

he definitely loves to talk about your body as he fucks you, just saying everything he loves about it from your perfect tits to your soft thighs

whenever you’re away, he can’t stop thinking about you so he rubs one out. his mind plagued with the thought of your face whenever he goes in and out of you, his hand gripping hard and taking fast strokes just to mimic how your walls tighten around him.

god he’s so loud, sometimes even louder than you. he doesn’t care if it’s “not normal” or makes him “less of a man” you like it when you hear him moan or whimper, he knows that, so he loves being right next to your ear moaning your name as he cums.

whenever he goes down on you, your fingers will never not leave his hair, pulling and gripping the fuck out of it. eddie loves it, makes his eyes roll back a bit, makes him whimper against your clit.

big fan of aftercare T-T he loooves just cuddling with you right after, playing a soft tune on his guitar for you, or even fixing up a snack for you after cleaning you!!! he’s the sweetest before, while, and after being intimate with him.

bonus! his favorite position is seashell, why? the closest to a full nelson where he can see your face. eddie has to see your pretty face, he needs to. he wants to know that he’s making you feel good.

ೃ⁀➷ STEVE HARRINGTON

i feel like he’s secretly a total perv, anything you do innocently it’d get him hard. you kneel down to reach for something that fell under the table, you suddenly see him trying to adjust his jeans. you’re happily eating a popsicle on a hot day at the community pool, he’s gotta take a dip in the pool to “cool down.”

he wouldn’t be into hurting you that much but slapping his dick on your face? definitely, he loves it. after you give him the best head he’s ever gotten, he slaps you with his dick on your cheeks to slapping it on your tongue, and asking you “isn’t this the best dick you’ve ever sucked?” to hear your answer just to inflate his ego.

based off that one scene with the “six nuggets” he wants, steve has an impregnation or breeding kink, IM RIGHT!! so real!!! he would be fucking you rough and hard while whispering “you gonna let me fill you up? make you all round and plump, hm? ready to make you a mommy. so ready, y/n.”

but he’s usually sweet and takes his time with you. he wants you to know that you’re his girl, his only girl. you would sometimes even tear up at how sweet he was being, and if you do let a tear fall he’ll not hesitate to reassure you and leave quick kisses on your forehead. BUT ALSO he takes it nice and slow because he wants to make your walls remember his shape, cervix kisses all the way with him.

ೃ⁀➷ BILLY HARGROVE

oh get ready for this one!!!! (can u tell i want him to do me so bad)

most definitely into overstim, he loves making you cry and desperately beg for more under him. he watches your eyes brim with tears and smiles, then gives you what you want. you’d tell him he’s a total dacryphilliac but he denies it a lot (so bad at lying.)

loves to finger you, until you’ve got your hands on his arm, trying to stop him from making you cum for the 5th time. once you cum, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks it all up while staring into your eyes.

i feel like billy is kinda gross…. which is good i love gross, so that means spit kink!!!! billy will take any moment he can to spit on you. he’s eating you out? he’ll spit right onto your pussy, you’re sucking him off? he spits right onto his dick then your mouth because he wants to “help” you, and last but not least! whenever you two make out, he never fails to make you feel so weak. his tongue just overpowering yours every time and your mouth being filled with his spit until you’re both drooling.

he’s an ass man, idc if you disagree but this man would leave so many bite marks on your thighs up to your ass. when the two of you are alone in his room and you’re sitting on his bed in just panties, he never fails to point out the healing mark on your cheek, don’t worry he’ll bite it again.

i don’t think he’d be into names/titles, but something about you calling him “hargrove” when you’re hatefucking makes him so insane, the fact that you want to make him feel like nothing and it gets him even more mad just makes the sex more fun! (you two make up after don’t worry, just a usual fight, he’s got issues right.)

“cmon pretty girl, use your words for me.” OHHH MYYY GOOOOD

he’s also a big pervert, but is proud. he’s too much at school, when you pass each other in between classes, he doesn’t hesitate to grab your ass. he even places his face right in between your tits just to smell you, it was weird at first but he’s cute when he does it. also, tommy? he’d sometimes talk about you in a way billy does not enjoy, so whenever there’s a house party, he never fails to make tommy see you getting fucked out in a random ass bathroom. you and billy love getting caught.

full nelson…. he’s such an enthusiast for a full nelson, this position is his favorite and when you let him do it, oh he’ll be rough. he loves it because you can’t do anything at all, you’re stuck being his toy, he knows your eyes are rolling back because he’s bruising up your cervix. you’re moaning so loud and that gives him more motivation to make you cum.

bonus! cockwarming, he likes it in your mouth the most. one time he told you he had a test but didn’t wanna study, so you came up with a plan and that was keeping his cock in your mouth while he studies and once he’s done you move as a reward. ever since that happened he’s been so obsessed with just having you go down and make your jaw sore from being open for him for so long.

something really cute he’d do is give you an extra bottle of his perfume (it’d definitely be a unisex scent btw) he loves the idea of letting people know you’re his, so why not make you wear his scent.

ೃ⁀➷ JONATHAN BYERS

i am so excited for this one YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWW

loves names, degrading ones especially. you call him a pervert or a loser and he’s cumming, he feels guilty for being disgusting but you make him love being that way, he’s so submissive for you it’s crazy.

ever since s4, i just know he loves high sex, he’s got more control. while fucking you, he’s got a camera flashing and those photos of you fucked out are sitting right inside his wallet, something to remind him of his pretty baby.

so whiney, so loud. you’ve got him saying “please, i need to cum. please. i need it.” repeatedly right next to your ear.

his fingers are in you while your hand is on his dick, mutual masturbation is something you both enjoy so much. after you cum on his fingers, he brings them up to your mouth and watches you suck your own juices off his fingers.

boobs guy, such a big fan of your tits. he’d suck and bite a lot, he’d spend most of the foreplay on your tits, you’re sensitive there and he just loves watching you whimper and shiver a bit.

bonus! face fucking, he doesn’t start in a fast pace, he takes it slow and really making you gag on him. his tip reaching the back of your throat real slow, he wants to feel you close up on him, he wants to cum right down your throat.

leaves some of his clothes at your place, he had to lend you his shirt and boxers once, and ever since then he’s been obsessed seeing you with his clothes on. it’s like a way to keep him close to you at all times.

ೃ⁀➷ ROBIN BUCKLEY

super into thigh riding, she loves to see you rut on her thigh and she’s got her hand on either your throat or your ass.

she loves eating you out from behind, face down ass up then suddenly her hands are kneading your ass and her tongue is on your pussy.

she’s a switch leaning a bit toward dominant, but when she does get subby, you’re going down on her and she’s crying for more, rutting her hips for more friction on your tongue.

when you wear a skirt around her, she’s SOOO touchy, can’t keep her hands to herself. you could just be reading a book next to her, then your panties are on your ankles and her face is under your skirt.

ever since you squirted that one time you two masturbated together, she makes it her mission, I REPEAT, HER MISSION!! to make you squirt all the time, she’s got amazing technique so…

let’s be honest robin would flirt a lot but when you do it back out of nowhere, she’ll get so flustered. you make her face heat up every time, she’s so cute T-T.

ice cream dates, reminds her of her job at scoops ahoy, and the very first time you two met! it makes you feel so special when she still remembers the first time you two met.

ೃ⁀➷ NANCY WHEELER

if the strap-ons that could cum existed in the 80’s nancy would love using that when she’s with you. it could be you receiving or her receiving, it’ll be hot no matter what.

you two always have “sleepovers” at her house, secretly letting herself enjoy tasting you down there in her pretty pink room.

SHE LOVES SPANKING, you’ve been rude to her or anyone else? you’re immediately coming home with her and counting every smack until your ass gets red.

if you have tattoos, nancy will leave kisses on it. she loves your tattoos because they look so pretty on you, and when other people point it out she gets jealous and brings it out on you by abusing your clit when the two of you are alone.

when you masturbate in front of her, then you cum, you bring your fingers to her mouth and maintain eye contact while letting her suck. her pretty eyes just staring up at you make you wanna pounce at her.

such a big fan of public sex, the adrenaline she gets from it, from you? it’s the best thing ever.

you love to gift her stuff you make or stuff you get from a trip, she keeps them on a table in her room, and likes to look at them when she misses you T-T.

she’d give you random poems sometimes, she’d also point at random flowers or stray cats and say “look, it’s you!”

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rafescurtainbangz · 4 months

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Horny dom billy sneaking under the covers to suck inexperienced subby readers tits whilst Eddie(who’s asleep) is also in the same bed. You wake up all sensitive, ‘w-what are you doing?’ hes all like ‘let me take care of you’ -all manipulative/ horny enjoying how sensitive you are. He then gets on top of you, grinds his clothed bulge on you nuzzling his head into your neck and you start crying because it’s too much for you( in the best way possible) ‘It’s okay princess. Wanna make you feel good’ he whispers- but really that horny bastard just wants to cum hehe. you’re all terrified but equally so turned on , ‘b-but Eddie?’ And he kind of loses his patience at your innocence grinding harder into you, calling you a slut for letting him taking advantage of you whilst Eddie is right there and all you can do is let him use you for your pleasure as he moans ❤️❤️❤️ You start crying as you feel yourself about to cum ‘b-billy’ You sob quietly and he starts praising his good girl wiping your tears away, ‘hey hey. It’s gonna be okay. Cum for me angel’ and you whisper his name in his ear cumming and billy cums with you. GRRRRRRRRR THIS MAN OOZES OF SEX hes both mean and sweet. If you don’t like this idea I can give u another one I have plenty this seems pretty trash lmao Idk how to word stuff. Thank you

Ahhhhh! My first ask 🤭🤭🤭 thank you, bb 💕♡🩷🫶🤍

College AU/Roommates Eddie and Billy Dark Billy and inexperienced reader who wants Billy

Edited-ish if you see an error, you're mistaken lmao 🫶

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You lower your eyelids a little more, trying your best to look like your sleeping as you watch Eddie’s roommate palm himself over his white Calvin Kleins.

Your heart starts to pick up pace, anticipation building as he hooks his fingers around the elastic band. The blonde draws the down nice and slow, making butterflies flood your stomach as he releases his cock.

Holy shit…

You can feel your body pulse head to toe; a foreign feeling between your thighs, wet against the fabric of your panties.

What the fuck?

Your hand roams slowly down your own body, doing your best to keep up your facade of sleep. Your thighs widen on the mattress as you fingers slip under your little shorts.

Billy reaches over to the nightstand, snagging some lube from his nightstand. You never thought once about why he would rummage around there in the middle of the night; but, now you can't stop.

How many times has he jerked off like this? With us here?

Your fingers meet your slit, making your stomach sink as you feel how absolutely soaked you are. For Billy? You run your fingers through you wet folds, feeling the slightest bit of relief.

Billy wraps his hand around his thick dick; eyes batting to a close as he starts to stroke. Fuck. I've only see a dick before in porn… I didn't want to be completely inexperienced when Eddie finally made his first move.

He's big… Shit. He's so fucking huge. His redden head glistens with lube, somehow even harder after the touch of his own hand.

Your body aches; your gliding hand no longer doing the trick. Your fingers find your way down to your entrance, pressing inside, making you bite back a moan.

You start to match his pace; stuffing your fingers into you cunt at the same cadence.

Billy throws his head back on the pillow, making your heart skip as your name falls from his lips in a moan.

My name? Me?

You feel your adrenaline course through your veins. Baffled that he would be choosing you of the roster of women he usually has in his bed; sometimes one, sometimes two.

Say it again...

“Bounce on my cock, Princess,” he grunts. It's not my name… but it's what Eddie calls me. Your wrist bumps against your clit. Ugh. That felt good. More.

You slip your other hand down your body, pressing against your nub; a feeling so good you can't help but release a breathy whine.

Eddie moves out of the corner of your eye, making you stop dead in your tracks. He lets out a little purr of a snore. Guilt starts to creep in as you see him sleeping so peacefully; so sweetly, his messy of brown curls piled on his pillow.

But I can't fucking stop.

Your eyes quickly shift back to Billy, making you jump slightly as you see him standing right in front of you, incredibly close. You take a little breath; eyes, working higher on his naked body. His eyes lock on yours; his stare, dark and deep.

He grabs the comforter, peeling it off your body. You feel the chill of the wetness between your thighs, making your eyes fall low.

“M’gonna help you with that, princess. Don't worry,” he breathes; your can hear his cockiness through his hushed tone still.

“What do you mean? W-What are you doing?” You ask, softly as he lowers his body on top of yours. You expell a breath as he presses himself against you, far larger then Eddie.

He buries himself in the crook of your neck, lips pressing against you hot skin. You take in his smell; his rich cologne clouding all your senses. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers; nipping at your earlobe. “Don't worry, Angel. Put my boxers on… Would hate to get that sweet pussy before your boyfriend does. Couldn't control myself otherwise.”

“Billy… I-” Your cut off by his lips, pressing roughly against yours, swallowing your gasp as he grinds his clothed bulge against you.

He bumps your clit with his rock-hard bulge, swallowing your moan. “That’s it huh? Feels good. Yeah?”

“Yeah. Y-Yeah,” you whimper.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he pants against your kiss.

It does… It feels good. So fucking good. Heat burns behind your eyes because of it; eyes glassing over the thought of doing this to Eddie, so close to Eddie.

“B-But Eddie?”

If I wanted this to stop, all I'd have to do is say the word. All I'd have to do is call for Eddie; but, all I want to do is scream for Billy.

“Go ahead, baby. Wake him up. Say his name. Let me deal with him. Yeah? Or, I could just deal with you...”

“I don't know, Billy.”

“Stop actin’ so innocent. Like you weren't watching me stroke my cock. Like I couldn't hear that wet little pussy from over there,” he hisses as he grinds harder into you. “Caught’cha didn't I?” He smiles against your lips, making heat spread across your body.

Billy releases a moan, then another; getting off on you and you on him. You reach around his body, tugging slightly at the elastic of his boxers.

“You trying to take ‘em off, Princess?” He taunts. “Nah… Not today. Gonna get you just like this. But, tonight… You gonna let me taste you tonight, baby?”

“Taste me?”

He chuckles darkly; making chills fall down your body straight to your aching core.

“Like you don't know.”

Billy rolls his hips again and again, grinding his clothed cock against your sex as you whimper in sensitivity.

“Can feel how wet you are through my boxers. Bet you're panties are soaked, you little slut.”

Your back arches at the sounds of his devilish words. The tears in your eyes tumble down your cheeks as you feel your climax about to over take you.

Billy’s blue-jean eyes soften on yours. “Hey… Hey. It's gonna be okay,” he soothes. “You gonna cum?” He asks between gentle kisses.

Your teeth sink into your plump bottom lip; eyes rolling back in your skull. “Cum for me, angel,” he whispers as he draw up your shirt higher.

He grips his cock, constraining it in his waistband; his ruddy head leaking at the tip. Billy lowers himself to your ear as he continues to rut.

“I’m gonna… Fuck, Billy,” you whisper; digging your heels into the mattress as you hold back your blissful cries. You moan his name as your pussy flutters around nothing.

Billy answers with your name on his lips; hot wet ropes of white landing on your bare skin.

Billy reaches down, running two thick fingers through his spent. “Open.” You open your mouth; Billy’s fingers making their way in between. “Suck.” You suck on his fingers, tasting cum for the first time. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

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some word today from my boyfriend so far away

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

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Request! : Hi !!! Will you plz write one about Eddie growing up w reader and crushing on each other for years as kids and teens and when Eddie and the band go to LA and reader is still finishing HS senior year as 1 year younger than Eddie and they confess feelings and start dating before he leaves and when she finds out Billy's cheating on Camila, she fears Eddie will do the same. She comes visit the band in LA for a week and is cold towards Eddie and he reassures her his love for her and she's her one and only !!

thank you for the request @eddieroundtreestan2224 I hope you enjoy <3

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Eddie loved you more then anything; you were his reason to get up in the morning, his reason to try so hard for the bands success, the reason he got out of bed even when all he wanted to do was sleep. Nothing had ever hurt him more then when he had to leave you behind in Pittsburgh.

He knew it would only be for a year, and that the second you graduated you were going to come out to LA to join them, but it felt like it was going to be an eternity. The day he got into the car and left you crying on your door step broke his heart, but he knew he was doing it for a good reason - that if things went to plan, he was setting up a good and stable future for the two of you.

You'd promised you'd come and visit over each of your breaks and you had - he didn't know when each was, but was always happily surprised to find you on his doorstep with your luggage and a smile on your face. Within seconds you'd retreat into his bedroom in the house and spend the rest of the day curled in each others arms, catching up on everything as though you didn't spend every free moment on the phone together racking up your parents phone bill. Eddie promised he'd pay them back when he got 'rich and famous' so you didn't worry it too much.

Camilla was the only one to know about your upcoming trip to LA, considering she spent most of the time in the house it made it perfect as she'd know who was going to be in the house at any given moment, and could help sneak you in this time before Eddie caught wind of your arrival. So when she called you that night, you weren't surprised to see her number on the screen, however, when you picked it up and found her sobbing down the line, you were shocked to silence.

"Billy- he's-" Camilla couldn't even get the words out between her tears, half a sob quickly turning into a grunt of anger as she took in what she'd saw earlier in the day. "Cheated- I- Baby-"

"Cami?" You whimpered into the phone, hurting because your friend was hurting. Camilla was like your sister, knowing her all your life had given you that closeness, and even though you'd technically known Billy longer, it was an easy choice as to who's side you'd take. "It's okay, baby, breathe."

After a moment of silence, Camilla cleared her throat, sniffling the tears away as she spoke. "He cheated on me. Eddie, Graham - they've all been covering for him."

As if your heart wasn't already aching, now it was breaking. Eddie, your Eddie, would do that? If he'd cover up for Billy - the biggest dick known to man kind - then god knows what he would be doing when you weren't around. Camilla lived with them for gods sake and you? Well, you were halfway across the country and still in high school.

Suddenly it was hard to swallow and your throat was completely dry. "I'm catching the next flight out, I'll be there tomorrow." You hung up the phone before she could ask what you'd do about school but that could wait. It was only a week until spring break anyway and Camilla needed you, your savings would rebuild but her heart might not.

When the phone started ringing again as your were packing your bag, you ignored it - even though you knew it was Eddie and you knew he would worry. After the events that had transpired today you didn't feel like talking to him, not until you could contain your whirring thoughts about whether this meant he would cheat on you.

If Billy couldn't get away with it while living with his pregnant wife, then Eddie would pass with flying colours. Only time would tell.

Eventually the phone stopped ringing, but you didn't care to notice, instead running down stairs with your packed bag and running out the front door, down the block, and to Misses Dunne's house. God knows your parents wouldn't let you skip school for LA, but miss dunne had always taken you to the airport for your trips, and given the current situation, you were sure she'd help cover for you.

You were already at the airport before Eddie gave up on ringing your phone, a lit joint between his lips as he sulked with his arms crossed over his chest in the living room of the LA house.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Graham asked, walking into the room with a beer in hand, taking a seat next to Karen on the couch.

"Y/n never picked up the phone." Graham winced at Karen's answer, turning to Eddie with a frown on his face.

"Sorry, dude. She probably just forgot, went to sleep or something."

Eddie scoffed, the frown on his face getting deeper at the suggestion you wouldn't wait up for him, his brow creasing tightly. "No. Y/n wouldn't do that. She never forgets."

"Well, don't let it keep you up, dude." Graham patted him on the shoulder, trying to reassure his friend. "She'll call back in the morning, besides, she'll be here next week anyway."

"Yeah, you're right." Eddie didn't feel like Graham was right however, you always picked up the phone - and the only times you didn't you warned him in advance that you weren't going to be available. His mind was moving at a million miles an hour, thinking of every single thing he'd ever done that could've made you not pick up the phone tonight, but his mind was drawing a blank.

In fact, he stayed there, deep in thought, for so long that he passed out on the couch, waking the next morning when Karen came running through the house to answer a knock on the door. Eddie's head fell back into the arm of the couch, closing his eyes tightly and deciding he could steal a few more hours of sleep now that Karen was tending to the door. That wish was quickly ended, however, as Karen let out a scream, people coming running from all directions of the house.

"What are you doing here?!" Karen was wrapped in a tight hug with a shorter figure that he recognised all too well, your suitcase was in the doorway and your eyes met his over her shoulder.

Eddie's entire demeanour lit up when his eyes met yours. That explained why you hadn't picked up the night before.

"Surprise!"

Eddie sprung up from the couch, jumping over the back of it and pulling you from Karen's arms and into his own. He wrapped you tightly in his hold, cradling your head to the crook of his neck as he took in your presence. You were here, you were really, really here and in his arms again and everything was good. "I thought you weren't coming till next week." Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your head as he pulled out of the hug slightly, getting a good look at your face.

He could swear that every time he saw you, you got more and more beautiful.

"I was gonna come next week." You answer, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Camilla called, I got the first flight out."

"How did you get to the airport?" Graham asked, him and Warren stealing you from Eddie's hold and wrapping you in an awkwardly done group hug - the two boys having missed having you around everyday like they were used to, almost as much as Eddie.

"Your mom drove me." You answered, pulling back from the hug and finally pulling your suitcase into the house. "Where's Camilla?"

Eddie and Graham shared a look and suddenly everything Camilla said to you on the phone last night came to the front of your mind. They knew. They hid it. And if they hid it for Billy, who's to know what they were hiding from you?

"I'll take you to her." Karen grabbed your hand and led you out of the living room, the two of you ignoring the longing look Eddie sent your way as you left just as soon as you arrived. He'd just got you back and you were already going to see someone else? Given the current situation he got it, but he still just wanted to spend some time with his girl.

It was gone midnight when you finally left Camilla's room - you'd crawled into the corridor at the dead of night, feeling bad that you'd left Eddie alone all day, but then remembering what he'd done.

He was probably cheating on you too. The voice in your head hadn't stopped since you'd got Camilla's call last night, and you didn't think it was going to any time soon.

You had fully debated just sleeping in Camilla's bed all night with her and Karen, but you'd been away from Eddie for so long all you wanted was to curl into his arms and sleep for a long time. Although you knew he'd probably be asleep by now, you wanted one more night to be his girl, before you had to confront him and potentially find out what Camilla had. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach

"Why are you avoiding me, birdie?" As you carefully shut the door, not wanting to make a sound in case Eddie was already asleep, you were surprised to hear him, wide awake and kind of angry.

You turned around slowly, unbuttoning your jeans and stepping out of them, ready to get something more comfortable on and just go to bed. "I'm not."

Eddie stood from where he'd been sat on the bed, walking up to you. "You've been here all day and this is the first time we've spoken since you arrived." You ignored him, turning your back to him and missing the way his whole face faltered in favour of pulling your shirt and bra off, picking up one of Eddie's shirts off the floor and pulling it hastily over your head. "Did I do something?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

Eddie's heart stopped at the question. His brow creased and a frown took over his lips as he pouted at you, his eyes swarming with an ache you'd been feeling for the past 24 hours. "What?"

"Because Camilla told me that you and Graham were covering Billy's tracks for him." You pushed Eddies chest, pushing him away from you when he tried to reach out and touch you. He let you, keeping the distance you created as he stared longingly at the heartbroken girl before him; he almost didn't recognise you with such hurt swarming in your eyes, clouding you from him. Almost.

"You would've kept doing it too if she hadn't caught him and she never would've known." Another push, but this time Eddie wrapped his hand around your bicep, keeping you closer to his chest as you landed weaker and weaker pushes against him, tears welling in your eyes. "She lives in this damn house, and she didn't know her scum husband was cheating on her - and then it got me thinking. I don't live here, I don't see you everyday, I don't sleep in the same fucking bed as you every night and if you were willing to do it for Billy, I can't see why he wouldn't be willing to do it for you, too."

The pushing had stopped, Eddie holding you against him with one arm, his other hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping away at the tears that were beginning to spill over. "Birdie-"

"And then all I could think about was how easy it would be for you to cheat on me out here; you're halfway across the damn country Ed's. And I'm still in stupid fucking Pittsburgh. What could you want with a girl like me when you've clearly got half the country wanting to be with you?" Your words had turned to whispers, your head falling against Eddie's shoulder though his warm hand still cradled your cheek. As you sniffled into the material of his t-shirt he pressed a kiss to your temple, shushing your crying and holding you tight against him - as though he was protecting you from all the thoughts you'd let stir and simmer in your mind.

"I don't want anyone else." Eddie whispered, gently swaying the two of you back and forth in his hold, his hand running through your hair as the tears began to stop. "I just want you, birdie."

Eddie pulled away from you, holding your face between both of his hands and bringing your gaze to meet his own. "I know I shouldn't have covered for Billy, it was shit of me, but part of me truly thought it would hurt Camilla less if she just didn't know. I get how bad that sounds but I didn't know what to do I-"

"You should've told her Ed's." You whimpered, tears springing back to your eyes as you thought back to the phone call and conversation you and Camila had shared - dwelling on how quickly your stomach dropped and how easy it was to think the worst.

"I know." Eddie cooed, his thumb running gently across the flesh under your eye, his forehead pressed to yours in the dark room. "But I need you to know I would never, ever cheat on you, Birdie. I love you more then life itself; I need you like the air I breathe. I've spent every waking moment since moving to LA waiting for you to come back to me - I want nothing more then to spend every night with you in my arms and every day with you by my side."

"Eddie-"

"And one day, I'm gonna marry you, and we're never gonna have to spend a day apart again, okay?" Eddie pressed a feather light kiss to your lips, punctuating each of his words with another; to your lips, your cheek, the dimple of your smile, you temple, the crinkle of your eye, really anywhere his lips could reach. "I love you, birdie. I don't want anyone else but you, ever, you hear me?"

You were tempted to apologise. Say sorry through tears at the way your brain had jumped to the worst case scenario despite knowing what your Eddie was like, despite knowing he was nothing like Billy. But you didn't, thoughts too hung up on the words he'd just let slip past his lips. Biting your lip between your teeth, you held back a wide smile, rocking on the balls of your feet as you stared dotingly up at Eddie. "You wanna marry me?"

It came out as a bashful murmur, but Eddie still heard it, laughing at your quick change in demeanour. "How could I not? You're my whole world, birdie."

He said it as if it was so simple; as though there was no other possible answer or rhyme or reason. And for Eddie, there wasn't.

Snaking your arms up and over his shoulder, you scratched at the hair at the nape of his neck, using one hand to cup his head and pull it closer to you. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you quickly escalated it; tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling, slipping your tongue in his mouth as he gasped and pressing yourself firmly against him. Pulling back breathless, you murmured praise against the blondes lips. "I missed you, Ed's."

"I know you did, birdie." Eddie pulled you in for another messy kiss; a sudden clash of skin and teeth and tongue. "What you say we start making up for lost time?"

"I'd want nothing more." With that you let him push you back towards his bed, blindly trusting his direction as you let yourself get lost in the feel of him for the first time in months, reassured that your Eddie would never treat you how Billy had Camila - not in this lifetime, nor the next.

#daisy jones and the six imagine #djats x reader #djats imagine #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie loving x reader #daisy jones and the six x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree oneshot #eddie roundtree imagine #eddie loving

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Winter Blues - Eddie Munson x Gn reader

Part 2

You thought that you found the perfect person, the one person who would love you no matter what. But why did he turn around and break up with you out of the blue? Returning back from winter break was always going to be hard but you didn’t expect for it to be this hard.

Warnings: a lot of angst, breakups, anxiety attacks, depression, smoking and Eddie being a massive dick (but there’s also Gareth being a supportive friend, he was only in a few scenes but he won my heart)

A/N: so when I said that I have a very angsty Eddie fic I wasn’t joking. For maximum angst you can listen to ‘bored’ by Billie Eilish, ‘I miss you I’m sorry’ Gracie Abrams and ‘let me down slowly’ by Alec Benjamin like I did while writing this and I made me cry. As someone who also uses they pronouns as well as she, I hope that this is okay for all readers but please let me know if I’ve made it too feminine and I’ll make changes ASAP . There maybe a part 2 but that’s if you guys like it enough to have a part 2. I’m from the U.K. so sorry if it sounds overly British in parts. Apologies for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

You sighed letting that breath out that you were holding in all morning while you waited in your car. You felt suffocated, every step until you reach Hawkins high made the air feel heavy and thick, till the point you were starting to feel lightheaded.

Where the fuck was Gareth?

You needed to escape this car as soon as you could as the world around you started to close in, the peripherals of your vision started to blur, the world started to spin as your body felt like it was dropping into this pit of anxiety. Fuck you really need to get out of this fucking car!

You started tapping the pads of your fingers together trying to calm yourself down, telling yourself that it was all going to be okay, even if it felt like the biggest lie you ever told.

Gareth hurry the fuck up!

“Hey” he greeted sliding himself in the passenger’s seat, “how are you?”

You couldn’t help but give him a glare as you scoffed at his stupidity, did he really need to ask that when the answer was so blatantly obvious?

“I know stupid question” he sighed looking at your scolding eyes that were bloodshot with purple bags adding to the picture of the little sleep you had gotten the night before. You looked so pale and fragile, only the shell remains of the person you once were.

It wasn’t everyday you had to see your ex who held the same social circles as you. The one person who you imagined that you could spend the rest of your life with, the one person who promise he would never hurt you. But that promise was as cheap as the cologne he wore.

All you needed to do was survive today then you can resume your daily routine of crying yourself to the very little sleep you’ll be receiving , crying till you throat throbbed red raw, sobbing till your voice became raspy and horse. Staring up at your ceiling praying for the pain to be over soon as each dreaded second ticked by.

You slammed the car door behind you, taking out the painful mixture of heartbreak and frustration you were feeling on the piece of metal. Stupid fucking Eddie Munson!

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Okay as I can be when your heart got ripped out of your chest two weeks ago” you shrugged, no emotions was registered in your face. Maybe this pit of numbness that covered your body as a protective cloak, is better than feeling like you were dying in the most slowest painful way possible?

Gareth sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wish that he knew what was the right thing to say or do in this situation. He was your closest friend, he hates that you’re in pain but he can’t help but feel a little frustrated that he has spent the last two weeks of his winter break at your side helping you to pick up the pieces. He was sick of hearing Eddie’s name, Eddie was once his friend and his band mate but right now he wants nothing more than to take his guitar and hit it over his fucking head.

“Look I’ll see you at lunch”

“I’m gonna miss lunch, I don’t exactly feel like eating much at the moment” you weakly smiled at him, the ball of led in your stomach weighed it down making you feel nauseous and the thought of eating made the bile creep up your throat.

“Have you been eating?”

“Gareth please don’t start!”

“I will literally throw a sandwich in your face if I find out you haven’t eaten anything today” Gareth warned you, he didn’t mean the frustration that he has been swallowing down to come to the surface, but he couldn’t stand to see his friend destroy themselves over someone who wasn’t worth their tears.

Gazing at the floor, you kicked a rock with your foot. You felt like you’ve just been scolded for the worst thing possible, feeling this pang of guilt for also dragging your best friend down with you, you’ve never felt this level of heartbreak before so you didn’t know how to cope, especially when it feels like your whole world was ending.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that”

“It’s okay” you sighed, reaching into your bag pack for the fabric that almost burnt to touch, like the material was laced with poison. But then again the shirt was tainted with memories of him, “give this to Eddie at lunch”

“Your hellfire shirt! Are you seriously thinking about quitting Y/N? You loved it”

“I did love it, but my ex is literally the DM so I can’t exactly sit through a campaign right now” your voice cracked as the tears you desperately tried to bury deep down started to rise to the surface.

You felt relief flood your body when you heard the bell, it almost felt like a lifesaver protecting you from the pain of thinking about the club you use to love. The club that you use to look forward to every week, the club that brought you and Eddie together.

Nope! You pushed down these emotions with so much vigour you could feel the muscles in your throat strain.

You pushed the shirt into his arms, saying that you’d see him later as you ran towards the building, the sooner the day begins the sooner the day will end.

Ignoring all states you received at your ghostly appearance, your shoulders caving in to create a barrier hiding yourself from the outside world as you walked towards the classroom. Praying that no one would say a word to you as you most definitely will break down again.

Much to your luck, you didn’t share any classes together. The only interactions you used to share was him carrying your books to class, sitting by his side at lunch smiling at his passionate speeches about the latest campaign or about anti conformity, or at hellfire where he made sure you sat next to him where he’d place his hand on your thigh allowing you to play with his rings to help you concentrate more clearly on the campaign.

Leaning against a wooden post that kept the bleachers upright, you took a long drag of a cigarette. Feeling the softening of your muscles as the warmth circuited through your body, huddling against your denim jacket to keep out the harsh bitter winter winds.

Stubbing out the cigarette with your heel, turning to leave but you saw something in the corner of your eyes that made your heart drop.

No, no! This has to be some form of sick joke!

Tears burnt your eyes as the salty tears streamed down your cheeks. You body trembling as you held a hand to your mouth to muffle the sobs that wrecked through your body

There in the distance was Eddie who had his arm gently placed around the shoulder of no other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham. She looked at the metal head with doting eyes, her cheeks blushing with either enchantment or the cold, it was hard to see from the distance but it made you feel sick to watch. His face held the same smile that was only reserved for you, well at least it used to be. The sort of smile that could make you melt in an instant, like you are the most beautiful thing that he ever had the privilege of seeing.

You couldn’t help the bitter laugh that came up, how fucking typical! The metal head and the cheerleader, what a sickening cliche.

And Chrissy out of all people, you couldn’t be more opposite if you tried. The golden girl of Hawkins, effortlessly beautiful in every way possible without a single flaw on her pristine body.

God this really hurts!

Two weeks, that was all it took for him to move on, for him to throw you to the wayside. Like these past 6 months meant nothing to him! Like every time he told you that you were the love of his life, no one else could compare to you he must of had his fingers crossed behind his back, because from you just witness he sure as hell didn’t mean a single word.

You had to lie to school nurse that you had a migraine for her to take pity on you and allow you to bunk the rest of the day off, lying in her office till you heard the final bell.

“Y/N, what happened I didn’t see you in chemistry?” Gareth questioned seeing you looking somehow worse than when he saw you last.

“He’s dating Chrissy” you muttered all emotion drained from you body from spending the afternoon balling your eyes out till you had no more tears left to cry.

“What! I’m going to fucking kill him” he growled, his eyes scanning the proximity of the car Park, if Eddie dared to show his face he would soon wish that he hasn’t

“Come on, let’s just go” opening your door and starting your engine wanting nothing more than to bury yourself in your blanket and hope that it could erase you from reality.

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A knock from your door took you away from staring at the ceiling wishing for your heart to mend itself together like Eddie never existed, or at least for him to feel the same amount of pain you were experiencing. As it unfair that he can just go on and not feel a thing while you felt like you were dying with each second that past by.

You opened the door to see the last person you cared to see.

“I heard you quit hellfire”

“Yeah I did, it’s kinda hard to still be a part of it when your ex is the DM”

“How are you?” He asked awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes not daring to meet yours, for if he did he would see the consequences of his own actions. The pain he caused you hung heavy within your eyes, for this was the first time in two weeks have you two seen each other.

“Do you really need to ask that?” You bitterly sneered at him, he looked taken back from your sudden attack but he had his arm around another person a few hours before like you didn’t exist, so he has definitely dug his own grave and he needs to lie in it.

“Look I know it hu-“

“I’m sure you know how bad it hurts, you broke up with me out of the blue. I thought everything was fine you even spent Christmas with me for Christ sake!” Your voice struggling to hide your pain as tears flooded your eyes clouding your vision

“We were fighting”

“All couples fight!” You seethed at him, you wanted to scream at his audacity that he thought that breaking up wit you after one small fight was worth throwing 6 months in the trash. You wiped the tears that spilt from your eyes taking a deep breath before continuing to speak. “I don’t understand how you can be fine after this, you told me that you loved me. Was that a fucking lie?”

“No of course it wasn’t” he sighed, trying to push down his own anger. This was stupid him even coming here

“It must have been, because you can move after two weeks. Do you know how much that hurts? Well it feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and has trampled upon. How long have you and Chrissy been dating?”

Eddie looked at you with his brown eyes wide in shock, he shook his head to made sure he heard you right.

“What?”

“I saw you together at lunch, you looked very cozy” it was taking every inch of you not to scream at him right now, your body turning ridged with anger, your brain was a frenzy of brutal flames.

“Well how do I know that you and Gareth aren’t dating?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well he’s been glaring at me all day, giving me shit and trying his damn hardest to make my life a living hell. Are you letting your boyfriend fight your own battles for you now?”

“Oh so I’m now dating Gareth because of what? Him being a fucking good friend? Are fucking kidding me right now!” You bitterly laughed at him, your voice laced with venom finally letting your pent up anger out. “Fuck you!, go to Chrissy and treat her well, better than you’ve treated me!”

You slammed the door in his face not allowing him to say another word to you. sliding down the wooded frame till you formed a ball on the floor. Allowing the tears to fall down your face. Letting out a strangled scream out of pain. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as the room started to close in.

Fuck you Eddie Munson!

A/N: I’m sorry I know it hurts, it hurt to write. So let me know if you want a part 2 and if you want to get back with Eddie after a lot of grovelling or you think you deserve better than him in this fic? It’ll help me to write the ending, thanks

#stranger things eddie #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things #stranger things angst #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson sad #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

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una-hopeless-romantic1118 · 11 months

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for disappearing :,( I’ve had a pretty shitty life lately and writing has been helping me cope. things are less tense now and i’m able to update so i’m hoping u guys enjoy this MOMMY IS FEEDING YALL

timeline: ep. 3 (right smack in the Christmas scene) - ep. 4.

PS I WILL BE MAKING ANOTHER CHAPTER. WHY? BC I WANNA SNEAK IN SOME HARDCORE ANGST BC WHAT IS A LOVE STORY WITHOUT ANGST

also bc i feel like the relationship is sped up and rushed and we hate that

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

This chapter: Part 5

Part 6

Epilogue

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warnings: as always, not proofread, hornae warren and y/n, some cavity-causing fluff, billy being a dicky dick,

summary:

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•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Eddie: Y/N Augustine was not who I expected to show up that Christmas Eve, with two trays of the best smelling lasagna I’ve ever smelled in my life, and an apologetic smile.

Why did she look apologetic? I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the fact that as soon as she walked in, Warren was behind her? They were, like, 3 hours late.

Karen: Y/N is always on time. Whatever it is, doesn’t matter. For someone as fashionable as her, she manages to always arrive on time in the most gorgeous outfits I’ve ever seen.

She was still gorgeous that night, of course, but she was late, and she had a sort of...sleazy smile. Of course everyone assumed the same thing.

But 3 hours late? *she rolled her eyes* I mean, fuckin’. hell.

Camilla: When I first talked to the Y/N Augustine, I remember almost dropping you *she laughs* I was a major fan of her work, and still am. I really wasn’t expecting her on the phone when she called a few months before.

I asked who she was, being so forward on the phone about asking for my vest size when I didn’t order anything. I explained who I was, and introduced myself as Billy Dunne’s wife, and that I didn’t order a vest from this woman.

She was silent on the phone for a while, and came back introducing herself saying her name casually as if she wasn’t an important person. She said that she had no idea who Billy was, and that she was only familiar with a Warren Rojas, who she owed an order.

I found myself wondering how Warren managed to get a fashion designer to owe him a piece of her work...*she shrugs*

After freaking out to myself while I got his vest size, I didn’t bother passing the phone to him. And why would I? I wasn’t going to pass the chance to talk to one of my idols. And she didn’t seem to mind either.

I believe we went from talking about California, to the beaches, the majestic golden hour that shined through our windowsills at the same time, to you, even. She heard you crying through the phone.

And when I finally met her in person that night on Christmas, she was as lovely and funny. She gave every one of us presents, including you, and bothered to make us homemade food. I was so happy for Warren, but there were so many gaps as to how they even met.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“How did it go. Really,” Camilla insisted with a pleading tone. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh boy,” Karen mused, drinking her beer.

Y/N gave her friend beside her a pointed glare. “We met at a yacht party.”

Eddie leaned forward. “S-So is your name really Flora? Were you born ‘Flora?…”

“Flora...?” Camilla commented, lost, looking back and forth between Eddie and Y/N.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Graham: She was so sweet about it, when me and Eddie went back and forth trying to connect the dots, which made it even more embarrassing.

I guess it didn’t really make sense to me at the time. Why and how someone proper and prim like her managed to wind up with Warren, the wild one of the group.

If I really considered the times he came late for practice, or left early, or that whenever he left to “work” at the boats, I think I could’ve gotten to the conclusion that he was smitten for this woman a lot earlier.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“That’s pretty smart right there,” Eddie chuckled at Y/N’s recall of fooling Warren. “I am very impressed.”

Y/N shrugs humbly, obviously as a joke. Warren knew she would forever tell this tale for however long she lived. Meanwhile, he’s just glad to be part of it and getting her at the end of it.

It seems that in their almost month-long relationship, the two have managed a healthy and surprisingly well schedule to meet up. With Y/N’s new projects and the band’s practices, they meet three times a week. Sometimes four, or more, depending on Warren’s libido that Y/N’s compared to a rabbit’s.

Though, it’s not like she can’t complain.

Apart from that though, Warren never misses the chance to get her something. Mostly jewelry boxes, jewelry, and take-out food, and when she needed to run an errand, he’d come to her apartment with her much needed rolls of cloths that he paid for, despite sending him off with her money.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: When Warren and I first started dating, he was always the one coming to my place, never me visiting him over at Laurel Canyon. It was a little suspicious at first, so when I told him what I thought, y’know what he said?

He said, with the biggest grin on, “I wanna make a show out of it” and went to sleep after saying that. I never knew what he meant until that Christmas.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

That night, he did indeed showcase his lover to his friends. Every question asked by Camilla or Billy or Eddie about her career he knew the answers to.

Where were you raised? Here in California up until she was 10, lived in France until she was 22 and moved back here to start Serenity. Sexiest French accent ever, even better when she’s muttering phrases under her breath stressfully.

Siblings? Two brothers, one older who hosts a foster home with his wife, one younger who just started a professional boxing career following their father’s footsteps. Three stepsisters who are all younger than her from her step-mom’s side, all of who are just now convinced their sister is famous for dating a rockstar drummer.

Favorite part about putting together designs? She finds satisfaction in piecing them together, and how she gets lost in sketching to the point that she doesn’t realize how long she’s been working.

Favorite song ever? She’ll say something everyone else says: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. It is a good song, but it’s not a favorite song ever, because in reality it’s something old, specifically, Stand By Me by Ben E. King. She doesn’t like admitting this to other people for fear of being called a sappy romantic.

She is, in fact, a sappy romantic, and Warren doesn’t miss the chance to taunt her about it. The bedside table full of romance books that he's tried to read, but for the love of everything good he cannot sit still and read.

What he doesn't mind doing, however, is sit still to watch another invest in her books with focused, determined brows, and the occasional squealing after reaching a certain point in the book.

He's got her memorized so well, even Y/N's surprised that the things and habits she's kept to herself, he notices like she leaves it out in the open under the sun.

At the thought, she rests her head on his shoulder with a proud grin. And Warren responds with a peck at the top of her head.

While listening to an ecstatic Eddie share a story, something against Y/N’s lower back began to grow.

She holds in every fiber in her body to refrain them from giggling.

“Shame on you.” She sarcastically spat in his ear.

He frowns down at her. “Huh?”

Y/N widens her eyes and makes a pointed glare down to his erection.

There was a short reaction of shock. “Shame me? Shame on you.” Warren took note of this. It’s happened way too many times now, and he’s lost awareness of what turns him on. “Thanks to you, I don’t have control over my body functions anymore.”

“I didn’t do anything!” She whisper shouted.

“You’re just way too hot and good,” he groaned. “I can't wait to get home."

Y/N sighed into his shoulder helplessly. Home. Their condo, together.

“I love the way you smell,” he whispered, as he always does whenever near her. But no matter how many times he’s sniffed her or said that, he still doesn’t know exactly what she smells like. He figured it was sweet, of course, but it didn’t shoot up his nose too strongly. It wasn’t fruity either, or so he figured she's just her own scent. Natural.

"Thanks." She smiled up at him. "It’s the French brand. It lasts longer on me.”

"No, I think it's just you."

She looks up at him through furrowed eyebrows. "Nobody can just smell nice naturally."

He shrugs. "Well, I dunno what smell it is." He twirls her hair. “It can’t be on a title of a perfume brand.”

She shook his chin playfully. “Pay attention to the conversation, playboy.”

He can’t. How could he?

It’s only been a month, but a month of what Warren already knew was pure and genuine. Y/N could do no wrong to him, and vice versa. They were good for each other.

The soft, buttery gliding up and down on his arm is what Warren can determine with his eyes closed; the softness of Y/N's fingers. The arm wresting on her chest as she leans on his front—it was only natural for Y/N to caress.

And as a response, another peck to her head.

•─────⋅(cut to the documentary)⋅─────•

Daisy: I’ve never been a fashion fanatic, but Y/N’s work spoke to me. She was a true artist, y’know? She knew what she was doing, and she is really fucking good at it. She didn’t just throw it a bunch of cloth and called it a day, the woman directed her creativity to the art every single time. And I recognized that.

Imagine my surprise when I see her at a house party I was also invited to.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Daisy arrives at the Dunnes’ place, already making a fool of herself by absentmindedly dropping the bottle of wine that she technically stole, but still.

Not to mention, she had an audience, their faces were clouded by the smoke she just blew out, and not to mention, it was dark.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” In her voice, Daisy can tell she spoke with a smile. “They have too much fun, they’ll need the fruit. Nutritional values.”

She emerged from the shadows with, indeed, a smile that warms the heart. But a recognizable face that she’s seen on televised interviews and small pictures of beside the designs she eyes enviously on the magazines.

“Holy shit...holy shit!” Her hands went up to the sides of her head. “Holy fucking shit! Hi! Oh my goodness...”

“Daisy Jones you’ve been in radios in everywhere I’ve been today,” she chuckled humbly. “I can ensure you I’m a bigger fan.”

“I’ve seen you in magazines for a lot longer. “ She shook her head in disbelief. “I love you so much.”

But before Y/N escorts her to the rest of the band, she pulls her into a hug.

•─────⋅(cut to the documentary)⋅─────•

Daisy: I’m not much of a hugger. I think, especially considering my relationship with my mother, I couldn’t handle physical touch. Most times I would just be forced into hugging people and I stand there, just like a stiff tree. But something about Y/N, even though I’d never met her before, made me feel so glad that I’m a person she would hug.

I felt really appreciated by this stranger.

While we spent most of the night talking us a group, eventually everyone else started to branch out and talk to others. Warren was clung to her like a lost puppy. God, *shaking her head* never thought a guy like Warren can be sappy.

They just started dating and I could already see the connection between them. They mutually understood each other on such a level that everyone else around them can just do theirselves a favor and leave them alone.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“My family might visit for the summer,” Y/N smiles against her hand. “I can’t wait. Lils and Hana and Ines are gonna try and talk to you. They’re English is so broken, it’s adorable.”

Warren smiles at her, even as he’s drunkly chugging at his drink. “You ever think about kids? I dunno, someday?” He panicked.

“Yeah. I think about kids.” Y/N vaguely answered to tease him.

He nods slowly. “Ye-Yeah. Me too.”

Y/N smiles innocently, scratching his headful of curls. “Want my kids?”

Warren gave her the deepest kiss as an answer.

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therealmilfdennys · 2 years

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SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours.

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely)

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it.

I ama firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s.

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept.

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol.

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids.

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure.

NSFW

Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince?

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top.

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty.

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too.

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.”

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.”

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah.

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg.

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.”

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol.

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him.

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession.

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies.

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences.

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that.

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff.

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge.

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck.

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way.

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it.

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues.

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart.

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice.

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough.

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught.

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown.

NSFW

umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!!

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some.

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it.

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank.

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it.

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it.

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry.

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can."

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way?

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad."

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off.

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl"

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol.

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate)

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint.

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him.

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time.

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do.

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot.

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close.

You and him get closer too.

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove.

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry.

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites.

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch.

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT.

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer.

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants.

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together.

calls you bitch but affectionately.

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot.

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny.

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his.

NSFW

So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that.

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments.

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down.

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready.

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty.

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry.

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard.

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets.

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you.

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe.

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks.

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed.

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them.

He breaks down when you call them pretty :)

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang.

Fuck him so good his mascara runs.

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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i'll hold you together

Steve goes out to the bar without you because what if Tommy’s there? And he wouldn’t let Robin and Eddie go alone, but when they get home something’s clearly wrong | ( 2k, angst, trauma, mentions of blood, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

I ‘ L L H O L D Y O U T O G E T H E R 🎶 this version of you, ODESZA & julianna barwick

It was dark, the kind of dark where even the stars and moon feel dim in the sky, and you clicked on the light over the stove to grab a glass of water. Did you regret not going with Steve to the bar? Maybe. But Tommy was going to be there and you knew he’d say some shit, make some remark to you, and you didn’t feel like dealing with it so you’d stayed behind. Robin and Eddie promised they’d get him home safe, nothing to worry about, but as you placed your glass in the sink you saw lights pull into the Harrington’s driveway next door.

It was too early to be home. Too early.

Eddie got out first and he looked shaken, movements hurried, Robin following quickly after and shouting something at him. What happened? And then Eddie grabbed Robin by the shoulders and pointed right at your window. Your heart stopped in your chest. Steve.

Robin was at your door within seconds, but you didn’t give her time to knock as you swung it open, your pulse fluttering in your neck as you tried to stay calm. “What, Robin? What is it?”

She grabbed your hand and tried a smile, but it cracked. “He just can’t keep his mouth shut, you know? Especially when it comes to you, and Tommy was being such a dick, and even I wanted to kick his ass, but–”

“Robin! What. Happened?” you took her by the shoulders, just like Eddie had, and she squeezed her eyes shut trying to hard to focus for you.

“Steve’s hurt. Pretty bad.”

By the time you threw your gaze over Robin’s shoulder Eddie had gotten Steve out of the car and was holding him tight around the waist, walking him up the drive, and oh my god. Your poor boy. It was Billy Hargrove all over again and you felt your chest squeezing like it was being crushed in a vice.

“Sweetheart, look at me. He needs you. You can do it. Where’s the bathroom?” Eddie had made it to the front stoop, voice even and low, working hard to ground you so that the panic in your throat didn’t swallow you whole. You’d done this so many times before, but it never got any easier.

“What? Uh, it-it’s down the hallway,” your voice felt far away, like it didn’t belong to you, and you kept your eyes on Eddie knowing if you looked at Steve you were going to fall apart.

All four of you hurried down the hall, but then you heard him groan as Eddie pulled him along and you swore you felt your heart physically crack in half. You froze at the bathroom, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“Hey. It’s okay, you can do this,” Robin’s hand took yours and squeezed as she flicked the light on, the soft pink of the bathroom tile mocking you with how pleasant it looked in the warm glow against everything that was happening. Gently guiding you in first she moved you both aside to make room for the boys and you screwed your eyes shut. God, you didn’t want to look.

“You have a first aid kid right?”

Slowly you opened your eyes to see Eddie looking up at you expectantly from the floor, still holding Steve around the waist, and you couldn’t help it. You looked at him.

At Steve.

Your Steve.

Sitting on the edge of the tub.

Bright red on the tile.

More red coming from his nose and mouth.

Metallic and red and more red.

“Babe, first aid kit? Where is it?” Robin’s voice shook you.

“Uh, cabinet in the hallway, top shelf,” fell out of your mouth, how were you functioning?

But then Eddie lifted a hand, fingers softly tilting your chin down to look into his eyes and he gave you one of his big, warm smiles, “Its okay. He’s okay. We can do this. Right, sweetheart? There’s been so much worse. I promise, he’s a big boy. Its okay.”

Your hands were shaking, but you felt yourself steel against it and when Robin came back with the first aid kit you knelt down between Steve’s legs.

“Hey,” his voice was soft and scratchy like he’d been yelling and, sweet boy, he tried to smile for you, but it just felt like some big horrible joke. Lip busted open, nose bleeding and you hoped to god not broken, left eye swollen, all deep purples and reds like plums in the summer.

You lifted a hand softly to his cheek and tried to smile back, but there were tears welling up against your lashes. “Hi,” your voice cracked and you took in a sharp breath. Keep it together. You can do this.

“Here, honey,” Robin knelt down next to you, holding out the first aid kit encouragingly as Eddie kept his hold on Steve, “Peroxide, right?”

Sniffing you hastily wiped your arm across your face and nodded, “Yeah. Yes. Peroxide first.” You’d done this so many times before, your muscle memory knew the motions.

After Jonathan.

After Billy.

After Starcourt.

After the demobats.

You gave Robin a small smile, a silent thank you, and took the first of many cotton balls from her. Turning back to Steve you cupped his face again and bit your lip in, throat still tight, “This isn’t going to feel good.”

“S’okay, I’m okay,” and then his hand was on yours, warm and steady and reassuring, and you slowly pressed the cotton ball against his lip.

“Christ,” he hissed, good eye squeezing shut as a small tear trickled down his cheek. His hand squeezed against yours and you held on tight. Sorry, you murmured through your own tears that had started to fall, but you kept going. He needed you to keep going.

You were as soft as you could be, slowly, patiently cleaning him up through the swears that hissed through gritted teeth. Cleaned up the blood from his beautiful split lip, the ones he kissed you with all warm like the sun. The blood from his nose, the one he brushed against yours while you folded into each other on the couch. The blood from his forehead, the one that pressed into yours when you found each other wanting in the dark. And when you were done you breathed a sigh of relief – you could see Steve again.

Eddie helped him up from the edge of the tub and down the hallway to your room while Robin hung back, waiting for you wash up. You watched as the water turned crimson, swirling around in the sink basin before trickling down the drain, carrying with it any proof of the trauma you all had endured. A reminder of all the times before.

“Hey,” Robin softly rubbed your back, “You did great.” And as you dried your hands you wanted to say thank you, wanted to be content with it, but anger gnawed at the pit of your stomach.

“What’d he do,” you asked then, turning to Robin and she let her hand fall from your back. She knew who you meant.

Worrying her lip between her teeth she fumbled over her words, not wanting to tell you, but the look you gave her then pushed her. Pleaded her to tell you and she cracked.

“Of course it was Tommy. It’s always Tommy. And he was running his mouth again to some shitheads he brought to the bar. Telling them about how you were down bad for Steve and how you were a shitty girlfriend and that he was sure if he got your drunk enough he could…” the words died in her throat as she looked up at you, willing you to fill in the gaps, and you did. It wasn’t hard.

Tommy hated Steve as soon as he said he wanted to fix things with Jonathan. As soon as he defended Nancy against his and Carol’s bullying. As soon as he scrubbed the graffiti off the theatre marquee.

As soon as he noticed the way Steve looked at you.

You dropped your gaze to floor and felt your hands ball into fists at your sides and you didn’t realize you were shaking until Robin took your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. “He’s such an asshole and Steve didn’t want to hear it and Eddie was right there to help out and he won, for once he did! And–”

“Its okay, Robin. Thanks,” you cut her off and pulled away, not mad at her, but at everything else and all you wanted was Steve.

“Yeah,” she said softly as you turned to leave, taking the steps down the hallway to your room.

Eddie was just leaving, closing your door behind him, but you caught his hand and kept it open. He gave you a small smile and pushed your hair, wild and haphazard, out of your face. “Told you, you could do it,” he said gently, giving your shoulder a squeeze with his big, warm, silver adorned hand.

It was then you were finally able to take Eddie in properly and noticed a cut on his eyebrow, his knuckles split and ruddy looking. “Eddie…” you said, taking his hand, but he pulled away and shook his head.

“Nah, love. Shh, I’m alright. Robin’ll take care of me, Stevie needs you,” he opened the door just a crack and gave you a soft push, “We’ll just be out in the living room.” Your eyes prickled again with tears and you couldn’t help pulling him into a hug, all cheap weed and pachouli and leather. Your best friend. Your best friends.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, “Robin too.” But he knew and he gave you a smile before walking back down the hallway, your hand trembling as you pushed the door to your room open.

Soft, warm light from the lamp at your bedside washed everything in gold and for a moment things felt normal. You expected to see Steve sitting up on your bed, waiting for you, hands outstretched and ready to pull you in against him, but instead you found him lying down. Eyes closed. Chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Tired and broken. And you almost couldn’t do it, but one foot moved and then the other across the room like that until you were at his side.

“Mmm, hi,” he murmured when he felt you sit on the edge of the bed. His good eye opened to look at you and the corner of his mouth tugged up into a little smile.

“Hi, baby,” and you couldn’t help smiling back when you saw him in the light. His lip looked so much better and his nose had stopped bleeding, but the bruising had bloomed across his cheek in mottled yellows, lilacs, and deep plumy purples. Your brows knitted together as you brought a hand to his good cheek and you sighed, “Why’d you do it? He’s not worth it.”

He grinned, but immediately grimaced as his skin pulled and huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, he’s not. But you are.”

Your heart ached.

“I won,” he teased, Steve coming back to life under all the cuts and bruises, and you gave him a look.

“I heard,” you shot back, but it didn’t hold any heat as you slowly lowered yourself down at his side.

“What is that now, like 50/50?” he wondered aloud, voice still scratchy and low, his arm slipping under your neck and shoulders to pull you into him. He was so warm, like he held summer in his chest, and you took in the familiar scent of spearmint and cedar and boy.

“Not bad,” you joked, closing your eyes as his hand smoothed over your back.

“Not bad.”

It fell silent for a moment and you wanted to fall asleep with him, to just lie there with him in the warm dark of your room, but you couldn’t.

Eyes fluttering open you drew lazy circles against his chest as you tried to put words together and it was as if he could feel you thinking. “What’s wrong?” his voice startled you a bit and squeezed his arm around you with a small chuckle.

“Its just…I can’t keep you safe. Not even at stupid parties. Its bad enough with you almost getting eaten alive and here’s fucking Tommy Haga–”

Steve’s fingers pressed against your lips and you could feel him laughing against you. “Stop it,” he chided, moving his fingers to brush across your cheek, “You keep me plenty safe. I’m just returning the favor.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look down at him, at all the blues and purples and yellows and puckered cuts and swollen eye. He was still pretty. “When I see Tommy again, I’m going to kick his ass.”

Steve fixed you with a weak, lopsided grin, shaking his head against your pillow, “I already feel bad for him.”

Pushing a bit of his hair out of his face you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. And then another to his cheek. And another to the corner of his lips that weren’t hurting. “I love you,” you murmured.

Steve closed his eyes and pulled you down against his chest again, the thud thud thud of his heart grounding you, “I love you too.”

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Home for wayward souls

Pairings: Eddie munson x reader,

Steve harrington x reader , Billy Hargrove x reader

Mentions: cursing, mentions of past abuse, neglect, most of this is platonic

Somehow you always end up with a poor unfortunate soul at your door

You sighed as you climbed out of bed rubbing your eyes. The incessant knocking on your door is what woke you up from your relatively peaceful sleep. “Stupid son of a-“ you grumbled as you walked down the hall towards your living room “comin to my house damn near 3am” you kept grumbling “IM COMIN JESUS STOP KNOCKING CHRIST” you unlock your deadbolt swinging open the door to see none other than Billy Hargrove soaking wet from the rain standing on your doorstep “billy Jesus what’re you doin here” you rub your eyes as you usher him inside pushing him towards your couch while you went to grab a blanket and a towel “I didn’t know where else to go” he rasps you figured he had been yelling or crying or both. You just shake your head as you wrap him up in the towel “let me get a look at yah billy” you gently took his face into your hands assessing the damage Neil did to him this time taking in the busted lip, swollen eye, and bruised cheek. “What’d you do this time billy” you start cleaning up his busted lip telling him to stop being a weenie when you had to disinfect it “said I was goin out when apparently I was suppose to be babysitting Max but no one told me that somehow I was suppose to just know” he rambles as you clean up the rest of his wounds sighing “what a grade a dick weasel” you stand up brushing off your pajama shorts “alright billy at this point you might as well just move in I mean have of your crap is already here” you sigh but smile “could I?” He asks seriously looking up at you with no trace of his usual hot head self “I mean-“ you begin thinking on it “why not billy as long as you pay rent and help with the bills and don’t bring any random women over Im cool with it”. That weekend Billy was fully moved into your guest room feeling safer than he had ever before.

Then came Steve Harrington who atleast came knocking on your door in the day time only problem was it was while you were working. You huffed as you got up rushing to the door “I’m comin I’m comin hold your horses” you swing open the door taking in the sight of a disheveled Steve standing on your doorstep “ah Jesus cmon I’m Steve” you push him towards the couch sighing wondering when the hell you back a house of wayward dudes. “What happened to you Steve” you look him over not seeing any marks or bruises “My father kicked me out said I’m a freeloading, good for nothing piece of shit for a son” you sigh as you sit next to him rubbing small circles on his back “now Steve you know that’s not true your dad has no right to call you that when he’s not even around” he just nods pitifully leaning against you “now all my shit is in the back of my car and I have no where to go” you sigh and shake your head “you can come live with me and Billy then and before you say anything Billy knows the no fighting rule in my house and that applies to you to and you have to pay rent and help with bills” you say as you stand up “hey Billy” you call and in comes the familiar blonde who had just finished working out “what’s up…” he stops and sees Steve sitting on the couch “what’s he doin here” he questions you crossing his arms over his chest “he’s moving in go help him bring in his shit please he can have the room across from mine and try to keep it down I’m in a meeting” with that you ruffle both of their heads warn them to play nice and disappear into your office.

Finally came Eddie Munson who came just before you were winding down to go to bed having already done your nightly routine. “Jesus Christ” you grumble as you trudge down the hall ignoring the snores of Steve and Billy coming from their rooms “morherfuckers always comin at a bad time” you huff and make your way into the living room flicking on the porch light before swinging open the door. There stood Eddie hair a mess eyes watery face bruised “what is it with y’all always comin here hurt” you usher eddie inside going to grab the first aid kit and some water from your kitchen before making your way back to Eddie who was sitting on the couch. “What happened to you Ed’s” man wasn’t that some deja vu. You kneel in front of him taking his face into your hands cleaning him up as gentle as possible “Jason and his little lackeys vandalized Wayne’s trailer I tried to fight back but well-“ he trailed off as you rolled your eyes not at him but at the action of those dumb jocks you had a few run ins with them trying to bully their way into your house to get at Billy or Steve but you threatened to shoot ‘em dead if they ever came on your property again. “Alrighty then come live with me if your worried about Wayne’s trailer bein wrecked, Jason and his little shitheads know to stay away from my house” you laugh a bit as Eddie smiles “really you’d do that for me?” He questions “of course as long as you don’t mind living with Harrington and Hargrove” you finish cleaning him up cleaning up the mess of bandaids and alcohol wipes “you gotta play nice that’s the rules if you wanna live here, oh and you have to help pay rent and bills” you say “you can sleep here for tonight and tomorrow I’ll send Billy and Steve with you to grab your stuff from Wayne’s you can stay in the room next to my office” and with that you gave Eddie some old dudes clothes you had thrifted and a warm blanket tucking him on the couch smiling when he whispers a tired thank you before he dozes off.

Yeah it was annoying having people showing up at all hours of the damn day like you were a wayward home for lost souls but you were just grateful they were happy, safe, away from anything that could cause them pain as you crawled into bed drifting off to sleep.

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Wicked Sensation

part eighteen // billy hargrove x f!reader

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“I can’t believe you haven’t asked her yet,” Drew shakes his head as he’s helping Billy empty the oil from the bottom of a Buick.

The bit is stripped and Billy’s prepped a new one to take its place. He’s frustrated already from the extra work he has to do and the question only makes it worse, he fumbles with the ratchet extra hard and it feels it give, raising his hand to unscrew the cap and oil spills all over his hand. He used to be able to do it without making a mess but all this pressure to propose to you has turned Billy into a bumbling, clumsy idiot.

“God damnit,” he curses, tossing the stripped bit in the trash and reaching for the cloth to clean off his hand.

Your dad just had to tell everyone that Billy was going to ask you to marry him. He likes Drew, he’s been the one guy Billy’s gotten close to these past four months. He would’ve told him on his own. Drew was close to Billy’s age and they usually got the same shifts, doing the same duties. They’d started hanging out outside of work, Billy going over to his house to watch sports and drink a few beers. It’s the first time Billy’s had a male friend he didn’t feel like he had to impress all the time or compete with in some way.

Billy watches as the almost completely black oil drips out of the car, cringing at the thought of going so long without changing his Camaro’s oil, “I’m just waiting for the right moment.”

Drew chuckles, “That’s the thing, you have to make the right moment. If you keep waiting then she’s gonna already have popped the baby out. You better hurry, Dale’s starting to think you’ve changed your mind.”

Billy hadn’t, and he had. He kept going back in fourth and that’s why he’d had the ring for a month now. Especially since you’d insisted on hanging out with Eddie more frequently now and Billy knows that’s stupid and you’ve been friends your entire lives but he’s possessive and unfortunately is threatened by any man. He knows he needs to work on that and he’s trying.

Marriage scared him but he couldn’t fathom being with any other woman for the rest of his life so he knew he had to marry you. He felt a bit stupid for not asking already, but whenever he was about to, something always interrupted it. Billy was literally about to this morning after you sucked his dick but then his alarm went off and he took it as a sign not to. Which he knew was dumb, you looked so pretty in between his legs and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, smiling up at him.

“I’m gonna do it soon,” he mumbled, grabbing the replacement cap and tightening back on the car. “Ready for ya!” he called up to let the guys upstairs know they could get started on the new oil.

He glances to the clock and then sees you with your dad walking down the stairs.

“Do it now,” Drew suggests, his voice low.

“I don’t have the ring with me,” Billy replies sheepishly, which was a lie. He kept it in his pocket everyday, waiting for the right moment.

Drew points to his pants, “So you’re just happy to see me then? You have a box shaped dick. How am I the single one?”

“Shut up,” Billy groans, blushing hard as he walks over to the sink to wash his hands.

Once they’re clean he meets you and your dad at the bottom of the stairs. He looks down at his dirty uniform and then up at your pretty white dress. He grimaces and settles for grabbing your hand and leaning in to kiss you.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks, smiling wide.

You look over at him, confused and then up at your dad, “My dad said you wanted to take me to lunch, you asked him to call home?”

Dale grins from ear and to ear and Billy has to hold back the roll of his eyes. Everyone keeps pushing and pushing him.

“Take an extended lunch,” your dad says as Billy grabs your hand and leads you back upstairs.

“Everyone’s acting so weird,” you complain.

“Tell me about it,” he sighs as he walks you to his Camaro.

You smile as he opens your door, “You know something I don’t?”

Yes, Will you marry me? He thinks but instead shakes his head.

And he still doesn’t ask you, he brings you to a diner and you talk about work. You’d gotten a receptionist job at a salon and Billy listens as you complain about customers and a few of the hairdressers. He complains about the stripped bolt but he can’t ask you to marry him and he doesn’t know why. He gets sick to his stomach every time he reaches in his pocket and grasps the box.

When he gets back to the shop after dropping you off, your dad and Drew look at him hopeful but he shrugs.

“No dice,” he groans, “You guys are making me too nervous.”

Drew rolls his eyes, “You know she’s going to say yes.”

Your dad sighs, “Better sooner than later. Five months isn’t a long time to plan a wedding, ya know.”

When he finally does ask, it’s because he has no choice. He’s taking off his pants to get into bed and you’re standing behind him, already changed into your nightgown as you’re taking off your earrings, when you see the box tumble out of his pocket and onto the floor.

“What’s that?” you ask, nonchalantly.

Billy heaves a sigh and kicks his pants the rest of the way off, he reaches down for the box and then gets down on one knee. You feel your body light up, stomach rising like you’re about to drop on a roller coaster. He displays the box to you and pops it open, it’s a very simple ring with a small diamond. You gasp, dropping your earring to the floor and cover your mouth.

“I didn’t want to do this without my pants on, but uh, here we are,” he mumbles and you notice how red his cheeks are and you can see the vein in his temple that you only see when he’s nervous or angry. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh, my god…” you whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks before you realize they’re there.

You don’t answer him quick enough and Billy squeezes his eyes shut, closing the box and is about to push himself back up.

“Wait!” you squeal, reaching your hand out to him, “Yes! Of course I will!”

“Oh thank Jesus,” he lets out a breath and opens the box again, “God, you scared me.”

He takes the ring out and slides it onto your left ring finger. As soon as it’s on there, you’re pulling him up and kissing him. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, you cling onto his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist.

“You thought I would say no?” you ask him, dumbfounded between kisses.

Billy looks into your eyes, “It crossed my mind.”

Fate, he thinks, he was waiting for a moment like this when he had no other option but to ask you and maybe it’s not the biggest gesture, but he figures it’ll make a good story.

“How long have you been waiting?” you wonder aloud, squeezing him as tight as you can.

Billy sets you back down but holds your hands, “I bought the ring a month ago.”

“That’s why everyone’s been so weird,” you realize, “Especially you.”

Billy laughs, “I have not been weird.”

“You looked like you’re about to puke every five minutes whenever you’re around me,” you argue, pulling him to the bed and laying back on it. Billy lays beside you and holds your hip.

“You have no idea how anxious I’ve been. And everyone’s been bugging me about it too,” he mumbles, his lips ghosting against your chin.

He feels so warm, you curl into him. The baby bump has taken some adjusting, you’re always freaked out you’re gonna accidentally hurt the baby by laying the wrong way.

“Oh, my appointment changed,” you remember, “It’s Friday now.”

“Okay, I’ll switch the days around for work,” Billy mumbles but he knows your dad doesn’t care about scheduling when it comes to the baby. “It’s gonna be a boy, ya know.”

You roll your eyes, holding his hand and looking down at the pretty ring on your finger. It feels surreal, like you shouldn’t be having such a normal conversation after you’ve just got engaged. That’s what it was like with Billy, though. Easy. It felt like you could just let things happen.

You press your lips into his, letting go of his hand to grab his shirt and pull him even closer. It’s lazy but sweet, stroking each other where you can while placing sleepy kisses on each others lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Billy screams from behind the wheel of his Camaro, stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. Which is pretty odd for this time of day on this particular road in Hawkin’s.

“Hey,” you purr, rubbing his thigh, “It’s okay. They’ll still see us if we’re a little late.”

Billy knows it’s true but he feels like it’s his fault that you two will be late. He had to stop for cigarettes and gas this morning because he was too exhausted to do it on his way home last night. Billy doesn’t like being late, a side effect of being raised by Neil, who instilled in him that punctuality is one of the most important traits you can have. So whenever he finds himself running a few minutes late it fills him with immense anxiety. Your hand on his thigh kind of helps it, but a cigarette might help more. He’d tried to stop smoking in the car with you but since your doctor recommended you didn’t quit smoking and just cut back, he figures it’s fine and lights one up. The rush of nicotine helps, but he’s still rubbernecking to figure out the cause of the traffic.

As it picks up and Billy is able to start inching forward, he lets out a hearty laugh.

“Harrington wrecked his daddy’s BMW,” he announces with another cackle.

You sit up, “Is he okay?”

Billy looks to you, a little peeved that you care, “Yeah, he’s fucking fine. He’s just an idiot.”

“Billy,” you sigh, but are afraid to push further given the history.

As you pass, you see Steve standing outside his car, looking down at the smashed front end of his car. He sees Billy’s car, it’s hard not to and sees you sitting in the front seat with him. Steve had figured you two had gotten back together since your trip and because he hadn’t heard from you since before it. Billy wonders if Steve knows your pregnant, wants to scream it out the window at him like it’s some competition he’s won. Steve lifts a hand and waves awkwardly, catching the pair of eyes in the Camaro staring back at him. Yours look concerned while Billy’s look sadistically amused, smirk smeared across his lips to match.

“Nice job, Harrington,” Billy calls out of the window as you pass and you lean over to smack his bicep.

“Knock it off,” you tell him, crossing your arms.

Billy scoffs, flicking his cigarette out the window as the road opens up and he can speed like he wants to.

Any animosity between the two of you dissolves as you sit in the exam room. You’re laid on your back with your shirt pulled up to expose your growing belly, Billy sat in the chair beside you with his hand in yours. He smiles warmly down at you as the doctor smears that jelly stuff on your stomach and begins the ultrasound.

“Everything’s looking good so far,” she confirms. She carries through the exam as usual, it’s like any other appointment you’ve had in the past month but this one is special for a specific reason.

“So,” Billy starts, “It’s a boy, right?”

The doctor laughs softly, maneuvering the handle on the machine to see the baby at a different angle. If Billy’s honest, it looks like an alien’s inside you but hey, it’s his alien in there so he still thinks it’s cute.

“Bad news, dad,” the doctor teases, glancing up at Billy and then you.

“It’s a girl?!” you ask excitedly.

“Sure is,” the doctor smiles, pointing her pinky up to show the two of you.

Billy’s excited anyways. He didn’t really care too much about the gender. With each appointment, he gets more and more thrilled about becoming a father and starting this family with you. He squeezes your hand and smiles at you, silently expressing how he’s feeling. He wasn’t great at talking about it, especially around strangers.

He keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walk to the car, planting kisses on your cheek and neck. He lets you know how excited he is without words.

“Wanna grab some lunch?” he asks, “Before I take you back to work?”

You nod, turning to him as he opens the passenger door for you. He looks into your eyes and places his knuckle under your chin, pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

As the two of you walk into the small restaurant, you see Stephanie before Billy does and she sees Billy before she sees you. You’ve got your left arm intertwined with his, your fingers laced and your right hand holding his bicep but still, Stephanie somehow doesn’t notice you as she perks up.

“Billy! I haven’t seen you in so long!” she gushes, “Hi!”

“Oh, I didn’t know you worked here,” he says, sounding a little flustered as he looks down at you but you just grin up at him. If he could still have beef with Steve then you don’t see why you can’t keep your little feud with Stephanie going.

“Yeah! Here, sit in my section!” she sounds excited and then her eyes follow Billy’s, seeing you standing next to him and her eyes fall to your pregnant belly on full display. “Oh, my god. You guys got back together… and you’re pregnant.”

You smile as sickly sweet as you can, lifting your left hand to display your engagement ring, “And we’re getting married.”

You swear you hear Billy chuckle, watching as Stephanie’s smile turns the opposite direction. Still, she leads you to a booth, putting on her best customer service voice.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

You wonder why she doesn’t just pawn you off on another server. Perhaps she’s too proud. Perhaps she just wants to take the opportunity to be a bitch and maybe you’re a little immature because as you sit there with a ring on your finger and Billy’s baby in you, you feel like you’ve won this competition. You got what she presumably wanted.

“Just water,” you smile up at her, hooking your ankles with Billy’s under the table.

“Yeah, waters fine,” Billy nods and reaches over the table to grab your hands, stroking his thumb along your knuckles.

“Have you been thinking about any names?” he asks, grinning up at you. You see Stephanie roll her eyes before walking away.

“I haven’t,” you admit, “The way you all were hoping for a boy kind of stunted that process a bit, I’ve been thinking of boy names.”

Billy laughs, “I’m happy either way, I was just messing around. I think your brother sincerely wanted a boy, though.”

You nod, agreeing with him. Your brother will surely be disappointed with the news.

“Well we’ve got some time to brainstorm,” he points out.

“Yeah, we should probably be planning the wedding,” you say with a heavy sigh. The date was a month away and while you’d already had all the big stuff planned, there was still so much to do. You’d wanted to shop for wedding dresses but you were scared you’d suddenly get really huge the day before the wedding. It was irrational. You’d only be five months along but you didn’t exactly know how any of this pregnancy stuff worked. Everyday you were learning. You’d experienced some morning sickness in the early months but nothing too extreme since. Except you were exhausted all the time and you found yourself getting super frustrated when Billy couldn’t read your mind. You just wanted him to know what you needed and exactly when you needed it. The other night, you kicked him when he didn’t understand that you wanted him to rub your feet.

His patience with you was incredibly shocking. At first, you’d figured it was because he hadn’t been around his dad in months but you slowly realized it was because he actually cared about you and was willing to put up with anything to make you happy. It was sweet and you’d have to find a way to show him how grateful you are.

“I feel like we should just show up,” Billy smirks, raising his brows, “I mean, that’s pretty much what I’m doing.”

You roll your eyes, “I can’t. Mary is having a very fun time but she wants to pretend it’s me doing all the planning. I just wanna plan the honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” Billy replies in surprise, “Are we having one of those?”

His surprise is because the both of you know it’s not exactly in the budget. Every penny you had saved was supposed to get you guys into a place together but you also had to start buying things for the baby. Billy got paid well at the shop but your receptionist gig didn’t help all that much. You’re lucky you’re dad hadn’t kicked you off the insurance and once you were married, you’d be switched over to the coverage Billy was offered. It still feels surreal, that you’ll be married to this gorgeous blonde sitting across from you.

“I mean, I want to,” you say, “Even if it’s something quick and cheap, I need to get away for a few days.”

Billy nods slowly, his brain turning over places you could go. Perhaps a weekend in a nice hotel in Indianapolis. He’s bringing your fingers up to his lips when Stephanie returns with the waters and to take your food order. During the rest of lunch, she’s making sweet comments to Billy and touching his shoulder every single time she gets to your table. You find it amusing more than anything, even though a small part of you worries this will be a constant occurrence throughout your marriage.

When Billy makes it back home after dropping you back at work, he’s surprised to find Max sitting at the kitchen table with Mary. He raises an eyebrow as he sets his keys down on the counter, “What’re you doing here?”

“What? I can’t check in on my step brother?” she replies, feigning innocence but Billy’s smarter than that.

“What does he want?”

Max scoffs, knowing that Billy would immediately see through the facade. She does care about him and she’s wanted desperately to see how he’s doing and get away from Neil too.

“He wanted me to come get information,” she admits and then crosses her arm, “but I also wanted to see how you were.”

“I’m better now that I’m not there,” Billy confesses, leaning against the counter and nodding to Mary as she squeezes his arm before leaving the two of them alone. “What’s he want to know?”

Max shrugs, “It was a long list, I don’t remember most of it. He thinks you’re going to run off to California.”

“If I could afford it, I would,” Billy sighs and sits at the table across from his step sister. Max gives him a sympathetic smile, she wants to go back too and maybe one day, she will. Neil was really quiet at first, in fact, he pretended he didn’t even have a son but as time passed, he nonstop talked about Billy. He rarely said nice things but Max could tell he missed his son. She’s sure Billy’s a lot better off at your house, your dad and Mary are nice and when Max stepped inside, it felt like a home. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time, she’s sure it’s been even longer for Billy.

“I know I’m supposed to find out if you’re getting married and if we’re invited,” she mumbles, drawing shapes in the table with her finger.

“We are but I don’t know if I want him there. I want you there,” he says with a smile, “How have you been, Max?”

Billy’s been worried sick that without him being the punching bag, Neil’s wrath has turned towards Susan or Max. He’s been guilty about it, knowing he wants to protect Max as best as he could.

“He doesn’t hurt us,” Max assures him, somehow seeing in his eyes that that’s what the question hidden underneath really was. Billy nods curtly, feeling a little lighter at the information but also bad about himself. His dad just didn’t like him or his mother, it wasn’t that he just couldn’t help himself.

“He talks about you constantly,” Max informs him after taking a deep breath. “I don’t blame you if you don’t care but I think he misses you.”

Billy’s conflicted. On one hand, that’s his dad and he loves him but on the other hand, his dad never showed him love or affection. He wants him to feel guilty, wants him to regret how he raised his son. These past months have been blissful. While he had stress, he didn’t have fear. He could spend his time doing whatever he wanted and no one said anything to him. Your dad and Mary were genuinely interested in getting to know him. He didn’t ever feel judged anymore.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he sighs, “I don’t think I’m ready to see him again and maybe I won’t ever be.”

Max nods and then moves to stand up but Billy says, “Hey, you don’t have to go. You can hang out. We can hang out. I’m sure Mary already told you, you’re always welcome but I mean it, Max. Whenever you want to come over here to get away from them, you can. And when we move, you can come hang out there. Maybe I can get some free babysitting out of you.”

Max laughs at that, “Thanks, Billy. I’ve got to go now, though. Plans with Lucas.”

Billy stands up and opens his arms, Max looks at him like he’s grown another head. They’ve never hugged before but she finds herself in his arms and hugs back, tightly.

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whoops more mungrove smut sorry

The thing is, Billy knows he’s gonna be done for the second he gives in and drives two towns over to see Eddie and his band play.

He knows.

So he keeps putting it off. Telling Eddie his dad won’t let him, Max needs something that night, blah blah blah, until finally Steve corners him at Family Video.

“It’s breaking his heart, you know,” Steve says, absentmindedly putting tapes back on shelves. “He wants to show off for you, man, wants you to have some fun with him.”

And Billy goes home that night frowning, but calls Eddie and asks when they’re playing again, and Billy could hear Eddie’s excited movements through the phone, his big dopey smile.

He’s done for, already, really.

Two weeks later he parks his car and takes a deep breath. Gets out. Already had people staring because of course he got a bit dressed up (more than usual) to see his stupid crush play live. Walked in and found himself a wall to lean on, smoke his cigarettes, growl at anyone who approached him.

He only had eyes for one tonight.

And, well.

He knew.

Eddie came out, spitting venom, screaming, raging on his guitar and absolutely driving the crowd (and Billy) wild. And Billy couldn’t help it. Shit, it had been well over a year since he had gone to a proper show, could jump and swing and scream with people just like him. He got caught up in it for a bit, until he looked up to find Eddie staring right at him, smiling, winking at him. Blowing him a kiss.

Fuck.

And then he couldn’t help but to look at Eddie’s sweaty arms when he shredded the guitar, the muscles in his neck straining as he screamed, his fingers moving wicked along the strings, Eddie’s tongue piercing shining whenever the light hit his open mouth just right.

And Billy really was, gone, then, hard in his way too tight jeans from more than just adrenaline, panting from more than moving his body with the crowd, saliva pooling in his mouth from more than just screaming.

He made his way to the back, was ushered in without much preamble, Eddie must’ve known he would want to come backstage afterwards, and waited.

Forever.

He knew disassembling the set could take a while, but he was aching, probably had a wet patch on the front of his jeans, and by the time Eddie walked in he was a whining mess.

“Billy?”

All he could do was whine, cover his face in his hands. This was so fucking embarrassing. He should’ve just left earlier. He heard boots walking quickly his way and hitched a breath.

“I— I’m sorry, Eddie.”

He peeked out from his hands, face scrunched up, trying to hold back tears.

“Why? You just came to the show, why would you be—“

Eddie noticed Billy’s jeans. How hard he was, how wet he was. And just sighed.

“Billy.”

“This is so stupid.”

“Billy, please.”

“I’m just gonna—“

“Baby, please listen to me.”

Billy stopped, then, and stayed still, looking up at Eddie with confusion.

“You really think I would’ve invited you here and put on that show if I didn’t want to make your dick hard?” Eddie asked, smiling. “Baby, I’ve been waiting to get you here just for that. Just to see you crumble over it. And god, it was so fucking worth it, look at you.”

He took a step to Billy, cupped his aching cock through his jeans.

“So fucking wet, Jesus.”

Billy whined, covered his face in his hands again.

“Don’t need to be embarrassed, baby, shit, look at what you’ve done to me. The thought of you out there raging to my music fucking got me hard as a rock, was hoping this would happen.” He took one of Billy’s hands and guided it to his crotch, and Billy shuddered when he felt the hardness that greeted him.

“Can I…?”

Eddie smiled, “whatever you want, baby.”

And Billy was done for, again, when he grabbed Eddie by his sweaty arms and pulled him in for a kiss, groaned at the way the piercing slid against his tongue, keened when he sucked on it and Eddie gently pushed at his shoulders to get him on his knees.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Eddie said again, licking his lips, and Billy leaned forward, rubbed his face against his crotch, practically purred when Eddie fisted a handful of his hair and unzipped his pants.

He was sweaty here, too, musky, and Billy wasted no time licking around Eddie, burying his nose into the soft damp hairs at the base of his cock before finally leaning back and opening his mouth, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out.

He was done for. He knew this. Knew it when Eddie painted his face with his cum. Knew it when he gathered up some with his fingers and slid them into Billy’s mouth, the taste mixing with the sweat and the metal of his rings. Knew it when Eddie dropped down to the floor and rubbed Billy through his jeans hard, had him cumming in his pants and whining. Knew it when Eddie gave him a soft kiss and told him he was never letting him go.

Billy was done for. But pretty happy about it.

#mungrove #billy hargrove

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