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collectivecloseness · 11 months

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I know you said you weren’t rly up for smut yesterday, but I’m going to be honest, I’m a sinner, and could only think of smut for Joyce. Would you want to do any of that? <3

You’re lucky because I was actually coming up with smth that included smutty Joyce myself LMFAO 🤭 guess we’re all sinners. Domestic fluff with some smut included

Joyce Byers x reader

Joyce invited you over all the time now, and well, you invited yourself over too. Joyce told you she was always happy for you to drop by! And that had been even before you two had been secretly hooking up.

You and Joyce both agreed not to tell anyone. Even you two had skirted around what you actually were. But you were both happy, so that’s all that mattered to you.

It was harder to sneak around with Joyce’s kids in the house, but she also didn’t want to be out constantly, lest they get suspicious, and you kept struggling to find places outside of her home to secretly hook up. Although you both knew of a good few, from experience.

People would probably assume you were Johnathan’s friend if they saw you around the house, or even out with the family, and while recently, you two had started becoming friendly, everyone who knew you and Joyce knew you two were friends! You just seemed to connect very well from the start, and nothing seemed to get in the way of your blooming friendship.

Even your friends didn’t know that it was a much deeper relationship than that. You’d dropped hints about the person you were ‘seeing’ to your friends, because it was obvious to them you were with someone, although at one point Robin and Steve had convinced themselves it was Steve’s mother you were seeing, and that fire had had to be put out quickly.

But Joyce made you happy. And you really made her feel the same way too.

But with Joyce always letting you over to her place, and knowing how hard she works, you constantly wanted to be a helping hand, right by her side. So today, you’d come to visit Joyce, hoping you two would have a few more minutes until Will and Johnathan were home. No such luck, but Will had already thrown his bag on the ground and gone to his room, and Johnathan looked like he was about to do the same, just in Joyce’s pantry by the time you walked through the door.

She didn’t notice you, too busy trying to find something in the cupboard under the sink. You gave a quick nod to Johnathan, at the other end of the kitchen, who gave one back, headphones in. So when you walked up to Joyce, you ran your hands down her shoulders and past her arms.

“Ooh!” Joyce jumped, looking up with the biggest brown eyes you swear you’ve ever seen in your life, and she smiles so happily at you. “Oh! It’s you. Hi honey!” She already has her arms open before she’s even stood up, coming to give you her world famous hugs, and you wrap your arms around her waist back. Her hair’s loose, so you let yourself bury your face into her shoulder, drinking in her smell. It’s weird, her scent is the one thing that always seems to stay with you.

Joyce pulls back warmly, her hands still on your shoulders. “I didn’t know you were coming! Are you staying for dinner?”

You can see the excitement in her eyes. How happy she is to see you here. Joyce says you make her feel giddy like a school girl, but she always has your heart fluttering too. “Mhm! If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll always have you.” Joyce smiles, before you chuckle through your nose, and the both of you dip your heads with quiet laughs at the shared joke.

You realise you haven’t let go of Joyce’s waist yet, but a quick eye flicker in your peripheral lets you know Johnathan’s lost in his magazine and music. So you manage to give her hip a quick rub, before turning your hand to do the same to her bicep. “And what’re you doing? I thought the store already worked you to death.”

Joyce rolls her eyes upwards at the mention of her work, her smile still on her face, letting you know her exhaustion. At least it was something you could ease out of her later. Maybe even including a nice massage.

“I know, but I didn’t have time to I do the dishes this morning.” Joyce blows her lips.

But you brush her hands to the side, stepping forward. “Well here, let me do that then.”

“No, no no.” Joyce gently holds your hands back, pushing them away before you can start. “I’ve got it, there’s only a couple. Besides, I need to have enough dishes for you tonight. And I know what you’re gonna say now, so don’t.” Joyce screws her face up cutely, quickly brushing your pouted lips with her finger, as you both try to get each other to take yourselves seriously.

“You work yourself too hard.” You tell her again, for one of the few times, letting your voice be clear enough, just in case one of her sons hears and decides to help their dear mom out.

But Joyce steps forward, her eyes flicking behind you, at Jonathan, before she speaks lowly, close to your face “Well it’s nice I have you to help me afterwards then.”

When Joyce moves back, you allow her to see the look of pleasant surprise on your face. Joyce was rarely flirty in public, well she was a little, but mostly in ways where they could be taken as innocent instead. You loved seeing the more ‘Joyce’ sides of her being freed around you.

But, with a quick look around her home behind you, you had your sights set on a new task. And shoving back the want to lean forward and peck her, you squeeze Joyce’s hands instead, innocent enough. “Okay, I’ll be back in a second.”

You heard the chair behind you squeak, and watched Johnathan bin his cookie packet, giving him a quick salute with your now very free hands, and Johnathan attempts a small smile at you before leaving to his own room, headphones still in. Could he not have done that sooner?

“Okay.” Joyce gently touches your side, and you turn back to her with a smile. Joyce let you have free reign in her house, and you felt comfortable enough to do so. So while Joyce turned back to her kitchen, both of you keeping your smiling faces on each other until Joyce had to turn away with a flustered hand to her face, so cute, you made sure her back was turned, as you grabbed the overflowing laundry basket just outside her bathroom that you’d caught sight of, and started walking it down to her basement washer.

You stuff all of the clothes and towels in the washing machine, spotting a few of your own clothes you’ve worn recently, than Joyce had shoved to the bottom of the laundry basket. You laugh through your nose, shaking your head at how good Joyce is. Also, probably a good thing you didn’t inspire Johnathan to help his mom out. You fling a pair of your black underwear into the washing machine, along with Joyce’s similarly coloured bra. That one was your fault for getting dirty.

You add in the washing powder with the scooper in a box on her shelf, before shutting the lid, and making sure you were going to press the right buttons. Focusing so hard, you barely heard the creak of the stairs.

“You didn’t have to help with that!”

Joyce is smiling as she rides down the steps. You can assume she shut the door behind her, and you wave her off with a smirk.

“You’re a guest!” Joyce repeats, meeting you below with a pleased grin, but you chortle. “I’ve crashed here more nights than I can count, including the last two, and probably tonight. And well, I saw some of that in there was mine as well.” You blink sweetly at her, hoisting yourself on top of the washing machine, reaching your hands out for your lover with a smile. At least the eventual noise and floor distance might finally give you two some privacy. You can never keep your hands off each other for long.

Joyce takes your hands happily in her smooth ones, giving a big smile with her shoulders hiking and chin jutting out at you, before coming in, being helped by your pull, and leaning in for a kiss.

You move your arms to hold onto her waist, humming happily into your kiss as you finally get to hold her again. Joyce’s lipstick you’ve noticed her wearing more since seeing you, brushing faintly against your lips, as she rests her hands on your thighs. Both of you kissing sweetly.

“Wait.” You whisper against Joyce’s lips, her pulling back dotingly with a curious look. One of your hands stretches teasingly over her waist and lower back, holding her close as you tilt your head to her. “So they don’t hear.” You move down between your legs, letting Joyce follow your hand, before you turn on her washing machine. The hum and rattle quickly filling the air.

You two keep kissing for a while. Giggling, and playing with each other’s hair, hands only holding each other as you both make out. Joyce has a few strands of your hair in her hands, lips moulding perfectly, effortlessly, into your own, moaning pleased into your mouth as her fingers play. Meanwhile yours are fiddling with the hem of her shirt, she knows you want it off, like you always do. But as Joyce pulls back from one kiss for air, she notices your thighs pressed together. And then when she really looks, you thinking she’s just watching your body, as your face buries needily into her neck, Joyce realises you’ve been wiggling on her washing machine.

She slips her hand to the inside of your thigh, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling at your wet mewl right into her neck, stretching her fingertips so they can spread onto the vibrating machine. Now you look up.

“Naughty girl. Did you just wanna use my machine?” Joyce smiles, her brown eyes teasing and playful, as she rubs the inside of your thigh. She knows you love being called her good, and naughty girl. Being her girl.

You shake your head though. And Joyce’s expression widens teasingly, like she’s putting herself in charge of your game. “Oh no?” She asks you quietly, but still laughing, entwining your fingers with hers and pressing her soft lips against your hand as she does so.

You shake your head again. “Why would I need to use that, when I have you?” You ask at her teasing volume, innocently.

You watch Joyce blush, and you nudge her chin with your joined hands, beckoning her closer to share another deep kiss.

You feel Joyce sliding her tongue over yours, and you moan appreciatively as you kiss against it, allowing her into your mouth, taking it yourself, brushing your tongue softly over hers, rubbing up and down Joyce’s waist and slinking your hands under her shirt there. You love the times Joyce gets more confident. It hasn’t been too long with her, so it still takes a little while before she starts to be more forthcoming during your little sessions. Although with the way you’re going, you’re going to be completely dommed by her in almost every meeting. She’s had a few times of her own where she’s surprised you with that already. You were definitely not complaining though.

Joyce hooks her hands under your bare knees, in your shorts, pulling you closer, as her own legs stand firm against the rattling machine. You wrap your legs around Joyce, both of you pressing your chests together, wanting to be closer. Although you do notice with Joyce’s grip on your thighs, she’s still pushing your lower half into her machine.

You giggle into her kiss, relishing in the feeling of the bumps, and thuds, and swirls, and shakes, and buzzes of the machine you’re sitting on top of. Letting yourself feel all of it as you grab onto Joyce’s waist, pulling her lips into your own and letting her taste you, while you eat up her own moans. Hoping you’ll let her have a treat and discover how wet you are when her hand finally ventures there.

But pushing those needy thoughts aside for a moment, you know there’s something you want more.

You pull Joyce in even closer, running your hands up her bare back, so your fingers can play with her bra buckle, kissing her collar. “I want you to sit on here.” Your eyes go big.

“Noo honey, I-“ Joyce looks up at the ceiling, and you know there are other people in the house. But you’re very good at helping her keep quiet.

You remove your hands, stroking her face quickly. “I wanna treat you first, if we don’t have a lot of time.”

Slipping off the machine and landing on the floor, you sigh. Your legs jelly, and really feeling the loss of the vibrations. Feeling something wet and warm pooling immediately into your underwear now you’re stood.

At your sigh, a shiver runs up Joyce’s spine. Making her shudder, a quick breath coming out, as she looks to you in anticipation, and trust. Hooked, like always.

Holding her hand, you get Joyce sat on top of the machine. And as soon as she is, your hands are greedily at her waist again, and your tongue is lavishing on her neck before your lips can follow.

Joyce’s head rolls back, holding your lower half, and you lap your tongue over her neck, making your bottom lip drag up her skin as it follows.

Joyce moans breathily, deeply, and you can feel her chest brushing against your chin when you lean down to nibble your lips over her collarbone. Then, as your tongue flattens and your teeth nibble, as you suck a mark into the sensitive spot of Joyce’s neck, just below most of her shirt lines as agreed, although stretching this shirt with your greedy hands right now, a higher moan leaves Joyce. And you quickly place your hand over her mouth. Soothing the hickey with lots of small kisses, meeting her eyes and seeing how gushy her big brown orbs are.

You both look upwards, but no movement, no sound, you’re sure their music and the washing machine would cover you two anyway. Joyce gives your hand a kiss, and you smile down at her, humming happily as her lips detach from it, while you pull your hand away.

Hungrily, your tongue pokes through your lips as you quickly takes Joyce’s top off, her lifting her arms up to help you. You grasp her cheek as you kiss her again, letting her hair fall back into place, as she noisily lets her lips move in tandem with yours. Now starting to rock on the machine.

You move your head back, admiring the top half of her body in just her dark bra, running your hands up and down her waist. “You’re so pretty. Fuck. You’re so beautiful Joyce.” You lean your head into her cheek for a moment, pulling back, still holding her, admiring her, for how gorgeous she is. You still can’t believe she likes you enough too. She’s amazing.

“Thank you baby.” Joyce rasps out, her hands falling to your neck, and your face, and her eyes serious on yours. Lips sucked in, but still with a hint of a smile. You hold her face in both your hands, letting her know you’re really looking, right at her. “Oh my God, you’re so pretty. Seriously. Those eyes too God... I don’t know how I ever got so lucky.” You breathe out amazed. Smiling.

Joyce blushes, and you can see the emotion in her face. But a smile breaks out before anything else can, and you easily allow yourself to be pulled in for another kiss again. Eating her up, just as Joyce does you, both of you laughing smally into each other’s mouths. In fact, Joyce doesn’t seem like she wants to let go, still just kissing your lower lip and your chin messily, when you pull away. “You are too y/n. You’re fucking beautiful.” Joyce squeezes your face in her hands, like she’s having cuteness overload, and you just have to kiss her again. This time, through her smiling lips, some heavier breaths come through, and when you sink your hand in between her very closed off thighs, and she whines into your lips, and even then you can feel the vibrations through her, you know part of the reason why.

Moaning, nosing at her neck, you kiss down it again. This time slightly quicker, holding her small bare waist in your hands, your lips and your tongue spreading wet and meaningful kisses all the way down Joyce’s neck, and down her chest. Making sure to press them over the tops of both of her breasts.

Joyce’s hand goes to your head, watching you in awe, as she always does at seeing you worship her body. Her hand smooth over the back of your hair, and red lips stretched in a pleasured ‘o’ shape, her other hand bracing on your shoulder, body rolling into your mouth with each kiss you give her, eyebrows softly knitted, watching you entirely.

You kiss down her cleavage, and finish off at the point just before the centre of her bra starts, just barely pressing your face in, feeling your nose and lips slip by, as your hands continue caressing her warm waist. You kiss the small part of her bra holding her chest together - trapping her poor girls - before your kisses move down to praise all over her perfect stomach.

You move to crouch down, but your hands still hold Joyce there, massaging her waist as you kiss over her stomach, stopping just blow her belly button, and above the hem of her pants. And as you press your chin to Joyce’s tummy, you peer right up at her. Your big eyes on her lustfilled, loving brown ones, looking straight up at her, before quietly, under the hum of the machine, popping the button of her jeans.

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 6 months

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Dating Joyce Byers would include...

Being there to comfort her throughout Will's ordeals,

Being a parent to Jonathan and Will,

Being Silly together,

Making her laugh,

Believing her when no one else does,

Helping her cook dinner for the boys,

Buying a new house phone,

Getting the boys blessing before staying over,

Make out sessions in Melvald's store room,

Dancing together,

Doing anything to protect her,

and her doing the same for you,

helping her solve things,

patching up the house, after crazy shit,

being somewhat friendly with Hopper,

enjoying her being passionate,

Discussing moving out of Hawkins together,

and eventually doing it,

cutting Will's hair in a decent style,

Finding places to store all the Christmas lights,

Helping Will with his Halloween costumes,

Surprising her with visits at work,

also with movie nights,

Soft and sweet kisses,

height differences,

watching her slowly opening up to you,

and trusting you with everything,

the occasional visit from Murray,

and him making amazing spaghetti dinners for you,

Never giving up.

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit - Dating Jonathan Byers' sister

Steve Harrington x Reader -Part Two

☆彡- Word Count: 4K

☆彡- Warning: 18+

Female orgasm, female oral sex. Kissing, skin grabbing. Slight dirty talk, fluff. Angst, tension. Male aggression.

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You arrived at the party late, your dress blew against the wind causing you to shiver from the chill. Raising your hand up to knock on the door before realising that it was open, you push it gently and it swung against the wall.

People were clutching onto red plastic cups, talking energetically with others against walls, doors and corners of Steve's house. As you turned into the living room, more people had taken the black leather sofas and were engaged in conversation with no other than.

''Steve!'' this drunk girl stumbled over to him, spilling her drink all over the cream carpet. Her arm fell over his shoulder as she talked loudly into his ear, she was mumbling about how he never called her back when his eyes met yours.

He smiled as she continued to talk to him, his eyes never leaving yours. You were hovering behind the sofa, blushing red as he whispered into her she shot him an offended look and began walking in your direction.

Looking down at your feet as his body stood in front of you.

"You came! I didn't think that you would. Let's get you a drink." He smirked, his words were enthusiastic. The cup in his hand was empty as he waved it around in front of you.

His arm raised above you as he pointed towards the kitchen, watching as you walked together. His cup was crumpled between his fingers as he bit his lip, the sight of you made him shiver. Your black dress reached just below your lower legs, the same one that you wore the other night. Your fishnets shone in the multi coloured lights, your hair was swinging as you walked.

The kitchen table was covered with alcohol bottles and plastic bottles filled with mixers, next to the table there were buckets of ice and plastic cups. He picked one out for you and passed it to you. Your eyes were filled with innocence as you looked up at him, hesitant to touch any of the drinks in front of you.

"Here, let me pour you one" his body pushed against yours as he moved in front of you, he poured you a weak vodka and coca cola. Smiling to you before passing it to you.

He looked good, the kitchen light was hitting his oiled hair. His skirt was a silky grey, his blue jeans were covered slightly by the shirt. You had never seen him wear anything so fancy.

He led through to the living room, the group he was with before had scattered. Leaving you on the couch, he threw himself down onto it dramatically, making you laugh. He laughed with you as you sat down next to him more gracefully. His arm was resting on the back of the sofa, drinking a fresh drink as he peered at you. Watching your expressions changed as you tasted the liquid in the cup, coughing at the strength. You were not a drinker, you could taste the vodka through the coca cola. He laughed softly, trying to hide his amusement in his cup but you noticed, shooting him a scowl.

You sat there listening to the faint music behind you, staring ahead as he moved closer to you. Feeling nervous by his presence, you bit down hard onto the plastic rim as you looked at him. His features were pretty, you could see his long eyelashes as he blinked. His breath smelt strongly of alcohol making you grimace slightly.

“You don’t have to drink it you know?’’ he smirked, leaning closer to you. You could tell that he was slightly tipsy, the way his lip curled as he smirked. His eyes were glassed over as he stared at you.

“I know, I might just sip on it. Ahah” you laughed uneasily, your free hand was holding onto a blunt in your pocket.

Bringing it out into the light, you twirled it between your fingers looking down at it as it moved. Steve’s eyes lit up at the sight of it in your lap, his tongue wagging like a puppy.

“Wanna smoke?” your voice was relaxed and soft as you met his eyes. A smirk fought your lips as he stood up at once, nodding rapidly.

He was out the room before you were, waiting for you on the stairs. Nervously, you followed behind him as he rushed upstairs. Going into Steve Harrington’s bedroom alone made your stomach flip, you wondered how many other girls had stood where you stood. He rearranged his bed covers, patting a seat next to him for you.

Nervously you walked across the room towards him, the blunt getting warmer and warmer in the palm of your hand. Sitting down next to him, trying to avoid the tingling sensation in your knee as it hit against his. He was grinning like a teenage boy as you straightened the blunt out in your hand, passing you a lighter eagerly watching you light it.

You passed it between each other for a while, until the nervous sober tension had disappeared. Falling onto his bed, your eyes focusing on the ceiling. He glanced at you before following, making you giggle as his weight lifted you up slightly. Your faces inches apart as the smoke drifted between you, a smile plastered on both your faces.

Between the silence and the faint music downstairs, you edged yourself closer to his face. His freckles were visible to your eyes, tracing them with your fingers. His fingers made their way to the bare skin on your shoulder, repeating your movement as his eyes drifted off your skin to meet your eyes. They were soft, the lighting in the room reflected them making you shiver, he looked beautiful in the golden hues of his room.

You felt lost in his eyes as you felt him move his head closer to yours, gasping quietly as his lips finally met yours. Relaxing into the kiss, your eyes closing tightly as his hand stroked your cheek. You felt nervous that you weren’t kissing right but as his lips touched yours once more, you couldn’t help yourself but attempt to kiss back.

As your body began to move closer to his, light moans escaping his mouth as you kissed. Neither of you two heard the noise and commotion downstairs, too busy transfixed on each other to notice until Steve’s bedroom door burst open. Jolting apart in a high and tipsy state to face Jonathan, his eyes angrily moving between you and Steve.

You jumped up at once, grabbing your jacket that was draping off your shoulders. Suddenly feeling much smaller than you were five minutes ago, you stared between Steve and Jonathan watching as he reached for Steve. Squealing in shock, you listened to Jonathan’s anger as he grabbed Steve by the scruff of his t-shirt. Face to face with each other, daggers in their eyes.

“I fucking told you to stay away from my sister.” his breath was hot against Steve’s face as his words pierced through his ears. Staring at him in shock, still high from the blunt you shared.

He stared at him for a few moments before dropping him dramatically, striding towards you and seizing your arm with his hand tightly. Forcing you out his room, your eye met Steve’s as you left the door. They were filled with sadness and regret as he stood there paralysed with lust and shock.

The car journey was tedious, he stared ahead at the road. The stereo playing softly in the background as he sped through the traffic, his knuckles were white against the leather as his teeth gritted together. Your legs were pressed against the side of the door, your arms folded tightly as you watched the cars fly by.

Neither muttering a word, sadness and anger filled the air. You witnessed his slight glances in the window as he looked softly at you but his angry expression resumed as he focused on the road.

Once arriving at home, you walked in silence inside the house. Feeling nervous to speak in case he raised his voice, you had never seen him act that way until tonight. It frightened you.

He didn’t follow you as you rushed towards your bedroom, jumping under the covers of your double bed. Switching on your golden fairy lights that hung above your headboard, a copy of Pride and prejudice sat crumpled on your bed table. You picked it up and began reading, wanting to get lost in a fictional world rather than face reality.

Jonathan didn’t leave his bedroom for days, you pattered across the hallway between chapters. Dreaming of a romance like those in the romantic novels you got lost in, sighing as you hovered outside the door of his room. The smell of weed filtered out through the house, your mom Joyce had reassured you that he would speak to you soon. She sat at the kitchen table with you as you cried, deciding to tell her about Steve. You noticed as her eyes met Hopper's, who shrugged, tipping his sheriff's hat at you and kissing Joyce softly before leaving the house. He was never good at ‘girlie’ advice as he called it but he tried with El.

You unravelled your feelings into the hot choco mug on the kitchen table, your mom rubbing your back softly as you felt yourself melt. Pausing as you heard a bedroom door open in the hallway, listening to the soft footsteps and relaxing as El and Max joined the table. Smiling at them through the tears, her hand touched yours. Max made a joke about Steve making you laugh, wiping your wet stained cheeks. Joyce’s laughter echoed in your ear as both of your hands held El and her hand’s tightly, laughing together around the table released some of your pain.

As you begin to feel better, listening to Max’s silly stories and EL jumping in to add her own references. Jonathan echoed across the room, his door was open as you stared at the entranceway, meeting your eyes with Steve. Your breath became hitched, your chest tightened as you smiled at you. He still looked sad, but as he clutched his side you knew that he wasn’t here for a social call. Your eyes drifted towards the car outside, a blonde girl was applying lipstick in his car.

Gasping to yourself, you rose suddenly. Your eyes filled with tears as you didn’t bother to watch him leave before rushing towards your bedroom, collapsing heavily onto your bed in tears. None of the girls followed you, they assumed that you wanted space. You heard Max’s voice bounce across the walls towards Steve, anger filled her voice.

“Just leave Steve, she’s not coming out” she spat towards him. Joyce stared down at her coffee mug, not wanting to get involved. El sent daggers his way as he glumily left the house.

You sighed at the sound of the front door shutting, your thoughts filled your mind. Wondering why you believed that he was different, Jonathan was right and as you sunk further into the bed your mind pictured Steve last night.

The way his eyes looked as he stared into your eyes, the light flickering spots of brown and the feeling of his lips on yours. Your breathing becomes heavier as your tears streamed faster, every time you close your eyes. He would be looking at you, his soft glances. Replayed where you sat in his car as he kissed you, the sound of the rain made you shiver as you picked yourself up. Climbing back into bed, your book falling onto your stomach as you buried deeper underneath the covers.

Your brief times with him replayed in your mind as you knew that they wouldn’t be the same anymore.

You slept for the rest of the weekend, only waking up to eat and read. Footsteps come and go in the hallway, you imagine Steve as he pauses at your bedroom before walking into Jonathan’s room. You wonder if they talk about you but then realise that you are a touchy subject and your heart sinks deeper into your chest.

Monday morning, the chillness in the air reflects your feelings as you sit in the back of Jonathan’s car. Watching the scenery flyby, his eyes glance towards you through the rear-view mirror, your eyes don’t meet his. You leave without saying goodbye, as you walk across the courtyard, you hear Steve’s voice behind trying to refrain from looking in his direction.

You can’t help but let your eyes follow the voice, his hair was slicked back with gel. He was wearing his Family Video uniform, Robin was rushing to catch up with Nancy as his eyes met you. Everyone disappeared, he still looked sad but they softened as he looked at you. You were standing in the middle of the courtyard as the school bell rang, frozen in time as you followed his movements.

He came quickly across the grass, his hands were suddenly grasping your face as his lips met yours. Both of your eyes tightly shut as you passionately kissed him, you felt you were dreaming as his arms hooked under your ass and he lifted you up.

You kissed him until your lips grew sore, the contact wasn’t long enough as he placed you back down on the concrete. Shock and lust raced through your veins as you got familiar with your surroundings again, the sun highlighting his brown eyes as he looked at you. That mesmerising smile twinkled at you as you felt yourself laugh but as he kissed you once more, the sadness creeped back into your body as you realised that this shouldn’t have happened.

Pushing him away, you turned towards the school. Running through the doors, his eyes followed you as you disappeared into the cool and dark hallway. His lips tingle from touching yours, his eyes resummed with a sad look as he walked towards his car. His heart sank into his chest as he drove to work, the idea of you never leaving his mind. In his mind, he beat himself up for kissing you but never regretting it for a second.

You spent the day thinking about his lips, the colour of his eyes and how relaxed you felt around him. Hardly paying attention to your classes as you doodled in your notebooks, pushing your food around your plate as you sat through lunch in your thoughts. Your friends tried to get through to you with no luck, they didn’t know about Steve. How your heart ached for the one your brother hated, the one he warned about, the one who kissed you like he would break if he didn’t.

As soon as the day finished, you were back in Jonathan’s car. Drifting off into your thoughts, you saw Steve parked waiting for Robin. His eyes followed the car as it drove out of the car park, Jonathan muttered to himself as he glanced at you. He knew that Steve was looking at you. And he knew there was nothing he could do.

Jonathan went straight to his room once you arrived home, you followed suit. Diving into your bed and escaping into your book, you read for a few hours even as the rain began to pour hitting your window noisily. The candles in your room flickered against the fairy lights above your bed, you were interrupted by a faint knock on your door. Sighing, you called for them to enter rolling onto your back as you held the book over your face.

He stood awkwardly in your room, twirling a blunt in his hand as he cleared his throat. Jonathan looked sheepishly at you, waiting for you to place the book down. He smiled at you, you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Blinking at him with curiosity, listening to his voice as he began to speak.

“Look, I’m sorry for how I reacted on Friday. I got told that Steve was fucking you or something and my anger drove me. I love you, I just want you to get what you deserve and if you think that’s Steve then I can’t stop you. I don’t approve of Steve but you are your own person. I can’t protect you forever” he was rambling with nerves, laughing lightly to cease his nerves.

“Thank you for apologising to me, I wish I didn’t like him. But I can’t help it. Now let’s go smoke that blunt yeah?” You smiled, walking close to him.

Pointing to the blunt in his hand, he nodded and put his arms around you. Bringing you into a hug, his knuckle rubbing against your head laughing with him as he tickled your sides.

You had missed him, not talking to your brother for a week killed you. Knowing he felt the same as he stood in your bedroom, leading you out towards the garden.

It was raining as you sat on the background porch, the pattering of the rain hit hard against the corrugated roof. You relaxed into the chair as Jonathan lit the blunt, your thoughts drifted to Steve.

As you smoked the blunt together, talking about silly things the rain grew heavier. Jonathan suddenly turned to you as a car pulled up outside, throwing the blunt on the floor.

“You don’t happen to have that watch on you?” he looked frantically at you, the car had switched off the engine when you looked down at your watch nodding.

It was 8pm, your eyebrows knitted together as you told him the time. He didn’t give you an explanation before rushing off into the house, curiously you followed him. It was a girl standing in the rain, you watched as she pulled him in for a kiss.

Unbeknownst to them, you walked into the kitchen startling them both apart. You chuckled as you searched around in the cupboards for a mug, it was cold and you wanted to experience it with a steaming hot chocolate. The girl watched as rain dripped off her body, in a snide voice she asked if they could leave. He nodded but glanced at you before leaving, you heard his footsteps creep up behind you.

Your eyebrows raised, pausing as you organised your ingredients to make the hot chocolate you envisioned in your mind.

‘’Uh, so… I’m going to be gone most of the night but I need you to be there when a few people pick up’’ he laughed sheepishly, turning back to look at the girl on your doorstep. You watched as he stuttered on his words, trying to hide them from her.

‘’Sure, everything is already in your room right?’’ you emptied the coco powder into your cup as he nodded, his lips kissing your cheek as he dashed out the door into the heavy rain. You chuckled to yourself, as you listened to the kettle boil.

You wandered into your bedroom with your steaming hot chocolate and opened your book, you read until the mug was empty and your eyes felt fuzzy. Joyce and Hopper had gone out for a meal and weren’t going to be home for a while, as you walked from your bedroom to wash up your mug. The doorbell echoed through the house, jumping nearly dropping your mug in shock. Sighing as you assumed that it was a random person who was dying for weed, nonchalantly you swung the door open.

Leaning against the door as your eyes followed their body until your eyes met theirs.

Steve’s eyes shone against the porch light, a smirk was tugging on his lips as he looked at you. You were a purple lace night dress, a dressing gown exposing your shoulders as you hung onto the doorframe.

“Hey you” his voice was silky and seductive, you stepped back into the house letting him follow you.

You smiled as you turned your back to him, you knew his eyes were tracing your body outline. The door shutting, his arm grabbed yours, twirling you round to face him. His arm travelled up to caress your face, moving naturally to kiss his hand.

He pulled your body closer to him as his other hand cupped your face, your lips touching his. You instantly moaned, feeling slightly embarrassed for being so loud but as he pushed you into him. His moan was muffled in your mouth as he kissed you hungrily, the rain was loud against the house as your bodies moved together.

Stumbling together between heavy kisses and touching through the hallway into your bedroom, he pushed you onto the bed. Steve’s body pressed against you, his hands exploring your crevasses softly causing you to shiver. You could feel a bulge forming in his jeans as he grinded against your thigh, his kisses became hot and heavy.

Your moans became desperate, needy for his touch. Your hands pulled on his hair as he moved you up the bed, hiking up your dress and he growled at the sight of your lacy underwear. Practically ripping them off from between your thighs, his drool hit the top of your pussy. He glanced at you before burying his head deeper between your legs, it felt like heaven as his tongue hit your clit.

You had never been touched before, he had assumed that you had at least had a first kiss but your moans said otherwise.

“Oh, Steve” your hands grasped onto the bed sheets, pulling them upwards as your body arched against his tongue.

Your hips buckled as you rode his face, your clit twitched as a tingly feeling flooded your body. Riding that feeling through, it felt better and better with every stroke of his tongue.

Pulling your hair harder and harder, he groaned into your pussy vibrating against your clit. Your wetness moved across his face as his lips sucked on your clit, you gasped loudly at the sensation.

He was good. Though you had nothing to compare it too but as he sucked down on your clit, you felt that tingly feeling creep up from your toes.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me” his words were hot, you felt yourself melt into movements. His voice vibrating one more against your clit.

“Steve, it feels so good” you whined desperately as your hips smashed into his jaw. Your legs shaking violently, your gasps were hot and loud as your eyes rolled back.

You felt yourself having your very first orgasm.

The bed creaked as he rode you through your orgasm, your gasps were growing softer and softer as you rode yourself closer into another orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck fuck” you moaned loudly as your head tipped back onto the bed.

Your legs shaking rapidly, your knuckles white from gripping onto the bed sheets. Your voice was hoarse from moaning but as you felt yourself coat his pretty face, you relaxed.

He lifted his head from between your thighs, licking his lips grinning up at you. Bringing his face to yours, making you taste yourself on him. Sliding his tongue inside your mouth, groaning as his hands pulled your underwear backup to cover you.

“I had been thinking about you” he mumbled onto your lips, making you smile.

You kissed him hard just as the sound of the front door opening, the babble of voices echoed through the house.

Your eyes filled with shock, grabbing Steve by his hand and rushing across the hallway. Collapsing into Jonathan’s room, you giggle as your body lands on top of him. Meeting your lips with his as you heard the pattering of footsteps disappear into various bedrooms, smirking as you kiss him.

Lying there for a few moments until the house stood completely still, helping him up from the floor. You wander over to the desk and begin to weigh up his weed.

Your eyes drift between him and the weed, before finally passing it to him. You watched as he rolled a blunt for you both to share, it was full to the brim.

Taking his hand in yours, you peeked your head out into the hallway. The muffled sounds of voices filled the house, squeezing his hand as you rushed across the hallway and back into your room.

Sitting on the floor together hiding between your bed and the window, your backs resting against the bed as the cool air flowed into the room. Passing a blunt between you, the rain still heavy against the window. As you finished the blunt, you climbed into bed together.

Lying on either side of the bed, you both listened to the rain. His hand found yours, holding it tightly as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. Your mind thinking non stop about his tongue with a smile on your face.

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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can I request joyce byers x fem reader where reader is a teacher at will's school and it's a parent-teacher conference, they feel attracted to eachother but neither admits it until they see eachother elsewhere (like in a shop downtown) and reader makes joyce flustered and it turns into a relationship, it's secret but then jonathon and will find out (I'm not sure how 😭) thank you!! and don't forget to drink water + take care of yourself! :))

flustered

Pairing - Joyce Byers x Reader

Warnings - kissing, allusions to smut, mostly fluff though

Word Count - 3162

A/N - i really hope this is okay :)

You'd seen her walk through the doors from where you sat and even in the sea of people between you she caught your attention. She stood out among the crowd in her brown corduroy jacket and jeans, a pondering look over her face as she searched the room for where she needed to go.

Much to your annoyance she hurried over to another table, perching in front of your least favourite science teacher in the building, whilst another parent sat before you poking you with questions about her daughter as soon as her ass hit the seat. It took everything in you to restrain the eye roll begging to be released; this was far from your idea of a good evening, endless chatter in place of the bottle of wine whilst sprawled in front of the tv.

She looked just as bored as you felt with the droning on of the stale old man in front of her, it almost made you smile at the way her eyes glanced around for an excuse to escape. Her eyes locked with yours for just a moment, a brief smile playing on her lips at the mutual understanding of the yawn inducing situation you were both in - of course you hadn’t listened to the mother in front of you but you didn’t feel guilty when you brushed her off with an over exaggerated compliment. ‘She’s the best in class, you have nothing to worry about’ spoken with a grin, finished with a sigh of relief when she upped and left.

You saw her rush a thanks and a goodbye with a wave before she all but ran over to your desk before anybody could steal her spot.

“Hi.” She smiled, perfect and radiant. Up close now you could see the warmth of her eyes, the pink tint to her cheeks and the delicate way her fingers brushed her fringe out of the way.

“Hi, Ms Y/L/N.” You greeted with a handshake, her hand was soft in yours and you were positive she blushed even more, your own cheeks heated up too - she was just so radiant. “The art teacher.”

“Oh - yeah - sorry. Joyce Byers.” She rushed out in introduction and you both realised your hands were still joined together above the table, hurrying to part them nervously.

“Oh, Will’s mum.” You smiled. “He’s a talented kid.” She brightened at that, a motherly glint in her eye.

“He is, isn’t he? I don’t know where he gets it from.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so modest. You have the hands of an artist.” You returned, it made more sense in your head than it did aloud and you scolded yourself at how stupid you must sound.

“I do? What does that mean?” She smirked, she could tell you didn’t even know what you meant but wanted to make you just as flustered as she feels.

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged with a nondescript gesture of your hands as she looked on expectantly. “Just that your hands look like they could create things - anyway - Will. He’s great, a lot of artistic talent. He’s polite, I have no problems to report.” You rambled, looking at the sheets of paper in front of you despite them having no information related to this conversation.

“That’s great, I’m glad he’s doing well.”

You nodded with a smile, locking eyes with her in a truly captivating way. The silence wasn’t too far from awkward when neither of you managed to get any words out, just waiting for the other to speak, to break the tension sizzling in the space between you. A clearing of a throat separated your gazes, looking beside you to find another parent waiting.

“I, uh, think that’s everything Ms Byers.” You spoke, shaking her hand again with a subtle stroke of your thumb over the soft skin of her knuckle, making her cheeks flush red again - in such a short space of time it had become such a wonderful sight to you.

“Thank you, I’ll see you around.” She muttered before hurrying away right to the exit and you watched her go. Joyce Byers: beautiful when flustered.

Joyce: 1 Y/N: 1

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You softly whispered the lyrics of a Blondie song to yourself as you browsed the shelves, rows and rows of wine bottles staring back at you, light reflecting off the green glass. You settled on the cheapest you could find, of course, before heading to the snack aisle for something to pair it with for your dinner.

You were in a world of your own as you made your selection, taking the task too seriously you’re sure. Once you’d made your choice (several options in hand) you turned to head to the tills, bumping straight into somebody else.

Your hand reached out on instinct as they stumbled, grazing their hip to keep them steady as whatever they were holding fell to the ground.

“Shit. I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying any attention.” You rushed out, crouching to pick up the bag of popcorn from the floor.

“It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.” You stood to come face to face with none other than Joyce Byers herself, dazzling smile on show and pink tint to her cheeks when you smiled.

“It’s you.”

“It’s me.” She giggled. That eye contact again, neither of you daring to look away. “Nutritious dinner?” She added, nodding towards the embarrassing selection of foods in your grasp.

“Yep.” You responded with a nervous laugh, cheeks burning at her smirk. Two can play at that game you thought. “Oh, you have an eyelash, let me just-”

Your hand reached out to rub your thumb over her cheek and her skin was so much softer than you could’ve imagined. Her cheeks flooded with a bright flush of red when you pulled away.

You leaned in closer, “Make a wish.” She stared at you as she blew the eyelash away with her breath tickling your skin, so wrapped up in her blushing state she didn’t even realise the eyelash didn’t exist. “Well, I better go - big plans.” You spoke with a smug smile tugging at your lips, holding up the bottle of wine. “Have a good evening, Ms Byers.”

She only nodded at your words with a small wave whilst you strutted away proudly, unknowing of the way her hip still felt as though it was on fire where you hand had held her for just a moment.

Joyce: 1 Y/N: 2

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Joyce was sitting enjoying a cup of coffee, mindlessly watching passers by out of the cafe window, picking at the blueberry muffin in front of her when she saw you walking past.

She watched as you walked in with the ding of the bell above the door sounding at your entrance, she watched shamelessly as you walked up to the counter to order, completely unaware of her eyes grazing over your body. She licked her lips that had grown dry as she watched you lean against the counter, skin of your lower back being exposed with the way your shirt rode up at the action.

She made sure to quickly engross herself in her drink when you turned around with your own drink in hand on the hunt for somewhere to sit and in a wave of confidence she called out your name.

“Come, sit.” She smiled, pointing to the empty chair across from her. The rest of the seats were mostly taken so it was the perfect excuse.

“Ms Byers, hi.” You grinned back as you sat. “Thanks for letting me sit here.”

“Joyce, please.” She insisted. “And it’s no problem, it’s my pleasure really.”

There was something about this confident side of her that made your skin hot, the way her eyes trailed over your face as you made conversation, often flicking down to your lips as you spoke. She let her leg rest against yours beneath the table and you’re positive you saw a smirk hidden behind her mug at the way your words fumbled.

The conversation flowed smoothly, both of you enjoying one another’s company, sharing stories and laughs, learning about each other eagerly.

“You should try this, it’s amazing - they bake them fresh in store.” She spoke, gesturing to the remains of the muffin on her plate. When you began to shake your head in refusal she eyed you with a look you never expected from her, eyebrow raised and stare playfully firm. “Here.”

She held it between her finger and thumb, moving it towards your face. You swallowed thickly as she inched it nearer, parting your lips reluctantly when she’d moved it close enough for you to feel the crumbs on them. She plopped it into your mouth but didn’t move her hand away before swiping a few crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a delicate touch of her finger.

“Good?” She smirked, an obvious and smug smirk this time as she sat back in her chair.

You could only nod with your face feeling like it was on fire, surely you were sweating right? Could she tell she’d made you nervous? Your mind raced whilst your hands wrung together in your lap. Of course she knew, she did it on purpose.

Joyce: 2 Y/N: 2

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“Mom, why the hell are you following me into school?” Will groaned in annoyance, embarrassedly walking through the doors with her in tow.

“I have a meeting with the principal.”

“What for?”

“Um, parent stuff. Don’t worry about it.” She smiled, digging her hands into her jacket pockets as she manoeuvred her way through the busy corridors. “See you later, kid.” She added with a squeeze of his arm before continuing on.

“Bye, see you at home.” He waved.

Of course she couldn’t remember which room was yours so she peered through the windows of each door she wandered past. She’d not seen you for a few days, since the one date of multiple you’d had in the past few months and she missed you.

She finally found you, chuckling to herself when she saw you singing quietly to yourself with a small dance as you tidied up a little, in your own world completely oblivious to her presence. She managed to open the door silently, stepping into the room and closing it behind her with an almost silent click.

“Nice dance moves.”

“Fucking hell.” You gasped, heart pounding beneath your hand in your shock as you spun round to face her. You huffed with a pout at the laughs passing her lips as she stepped towards you.

“Aw I’m sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” She teased, linking her fingers with yours, moving to stand so close that you could smell her shampoo.

“No.” You scowled, cracking a smile at the sound of her laughter erupting again. “What’re you doing here anyway? I have a class in like five minutes.”

“Just wanted to say hi.”

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She stroked her thumb across your knuckles whilst her other hand dared to creep its way to your hip. She closed the space between you with a lingering peck to your lips and a squeeze to the flesh of your waist before pulling away. “See you later.” She winked, waving as she opened the door to leave.

“Bye.” You returned, touching your fingertips to the still buzzing skin of your lips where hers had just been and desperately trying to cool down from your flustered state before students started piling in.

Joyce, however, walked back to her car with a pep in her step and a proud smile.

Joyce: 3 Y/N: 2

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Flashdance was playing on the TV, the coffee table held an empty bottle of wine and two glasses with only the silty remnants coating the bottom and an empty pizza box adorned with crumbs and smudges of grease.

Joyce’s body was pressed against yours where you sat on her sofa; Jonathan and Will were spending the night with the others at the Wheeler’s and it left her with an empty house. An empty house meant time with you and time with you meant a perfect evening.

Your arm was looped around her shoulders, twirling her hair between your fingers as your attention was fixed on the film. Joyce’s attention however was wavering, eyes flitting between the screen and the side of your face. Goosebumps pricked your skin when she subtly inched her hand beneath your shirt, just gliding her nail over your waist.

She began with a soft kiss to your cheek making you smile but that didn’t satisfy her and neither did the second kiss to your jaw. She cupped your cheek in her palm to turn your face to look at her, immediately glancing at your lips, inching forwards slowly until you closed the space between you.

Her lips were soft as they moved against yours fervently, the faint taste of red wine dancing on your tongue. She was quick to position herself in your lap, knees planted either side of your legs whilst her hands held your face between them and yours got lost in her hair, the dark strands wrapping around your fingers.

Her tongue pushed past your lips, licking into your mouth in a passionate haze, desperate and hungry for your touch just as you were for hers. She pulled away with a tug at your bottom lip when the need for a breath grew too great to ignore, looking down at you with parted lips and a lust filled glaze over her dark eyes.

You couldn't control the heat that spread over your flesh at the way she looked at you, hungry for you and full of want, her bottom lip between her teeth while her fingers stroked softly over the hot skin of your cheek. Joyce smirked when she pulled her shirt over her head, putting on a show before climbing off your lap, all the while holding intense eye contact with you as you stared in anticipation.

She took a few steps backwards in just her bra and jeans. “You coming?” She asked, her voice breathy as she neared her bedroom, throwing a seductive glance to you over her shoulder as you followed.

Joyce: 4 Y/N: 2

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The next morning you awoke to the sun blaring through the window, your naked body haphazardly covered by the duvet and the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. The empty space beside you was cool to the touch, Joyce’s floral perfume scent lingered on the pillows much to your pleasure.

You stretched leisurely with a smile on your face before getting up to pull on some underwear and one of Joyce’s shirts, the material left little to the imagination as it grazed your upper thighs.

Joyce had woken not too long ago, deciding on brewing coffee for you both which she planned to bring to you in bed. She happily moved around the kitchen in a blissful haze, she’d cheekily dressed in your shirt from her bedroom floor and it smelled like you. It was only when she’d poured two mugs of coffee that the front door opened and closed, the footsteps of her sons approaching.

She quickly put the mugs down, standing in front of them to block their view and smiling brightly at them as they walked in - they weren’t meant to be back so soon.

“You guys are back early.” She grinned nervously.

“Yeah, we’re heading back out with the others later on.” Jonathan answered, pulling open the fridge in search of some breakfast, eyeing the two steaming cups of coffee poorly hidden behind his mother.

“Oh, right. Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah it was good.” Will smiled. “We’re renting a few movies to watch later - actually I might look at what we have here too.” He finished before wandering off. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of two wine glasses on the table but he brushed it off as nothing overly suspicious, his mum had friends.

He rummaged around until he found what he was looking for before going back to the kitchen where Joyce was acting surprisingly suspiciously, fidgeting with her fingers and constantly glancing towards the hallway as she spoke to Jonathan.

“Hey mom?” Will spoke, gaining her attention when he stepped into the room. “How come there’s two glasses on the tabl-” He began, his curiosity getting the better of him, though he was interrupted by the sound of a door creaking and a voice calling out - the way Joyce’s eyes widened was comical.

“Babe, where did you- oh shit.” You shouted, barely paying attention to your surroundings as you stepped out and rounded the corner into the kitchen.

“Oh hi, Ms Y/L/N - wait - Ms Y/L/N? What the fuck?” Will exclaimed as Jonathan hid a laugh behind his hand at his ex teacher’s appearance and his mothers red cheeks. “Mom?”

“Will, honey, I’m sorry.” She rushed, glancing at you as you uselessly tried to pull the shirt down to cover more of your legs and it definitely was not the right time for her to be staring at your legs and how she loved them wrapped around her neck.

His eyes batted between the two of you and your absolutely flustered states, he huffed a small laugh when you tried to discreetly back into the bedroom as though you’d never been seen, of course stumbling slightly over a stray shoe before hurrying off.

“Can we talk about this in a minute?” She pleaded and Will being Will just gave her a reassuring look, one of understanding, and a nod. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

She burst into the room to the sight of you with your face in your hands leaning against her bedroom wall.

“Babe, are you okay?”

“That. Was. Mortifying.” You groaned with a laugh, both of you falling into a fit of laughter at the entire situation.

She held her body up with her arm against the wall beside your head with her other hand teasingly stroking over your bare thigh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as her giggles still bubbled in her chest.

“I’m fine with them knowing if you are.” She murmured against your skin with a peck to your collarbone.

“Okay.” “You’re sure.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, pulling her into you for a kiss. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been so embarrassed.” You sighed, tilting your head back into the wall with a frustrated groan as Joyce just laughed again. “Stop laughing - I saw how much you were blushing, it wasn’t just me!”

“It was horrible, you’re right. But it’ll be fine. I just wish you didn’t look so fucking good right now because I’m gonna have to wait until I can have you.” She muttered as you just gulped, barely catching the trousers she threw at you. “Hurry up - coffee and an awkward conversation awaits.” She winked.

Will: 1 Joyce: 5 Y/N: 2

#joyce byers #joyce byers fluff #joyce byers x reader #joyce byers x fem!reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #lgbt #jonathan byers #will byers

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could-it-be-a-dream · 2 years

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reuniting with joyce byers would include...

pairing(s): joyce byers x gn!reader

summary: headcanons for reuniting with your lover, joyce, after she returns from russia.

warnings: st4 spoilers!! sorta hurt/comfort, brief mention of past trauma

words: 319

a/n: just for clarification, reader has been living in lenora with the byers and ended up going to salt lake city with the boys. enjoy!

(i do not give permission to translate or post any of my work anywhere else!)

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ok so i feel like joyce would be a very protective lover, like how she is with her kids

so being away from you for so long and not being able to make sure that you’re safe would scare her

a lot

so when she finally gets to see you again after her, murray, and hopper manage to get out of russia, she’s immediately all over you

she’d run up to you and hug you so tight that you could barely breathe, throwing her arms over your shoulders and holding the back of your head with one hand

after a long moment, she would pull away to meet your eyes as she rests her forehead on yours and cradles your face, reminding herself that you’re really there and that you’re okay

i like to imagine hopper and murray just standing awkwardly a few feet away, trying their best to avert their eyes and give you two some privacy

JDSNKNCJSNA

anyways

she would probably be whispering various apologies to you

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you”/“i shouldn’t have left you like that”

i imagine that joyce met you in lenora

so hopper hasn’t heard about you yet

and while he’s watching your reunion he’s just so fucking confused

LMAO

murray would notice and casually lean towards him to explain, as he had met you at the house before he left with joyce

i feel like he’d be kinda sad but he’d still support your relationship bc he wants her to be happy

😭😭

(could lead to a potential poly relationship👀)

(but i digress)

you’d both just be holding each other, and a few tears might be shed because let’s be honest, you’d both seen some pretty scarring things in the past few days

and for joyce, i’d imagine it would cause a lot of bad memories to resurface

but even though you’re both crying and traumatized, she’d still probably look effortlessly gorgeous as always <3 <3

#joyce byers x reader #joyce byers headcanons #joyce byers fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things #spencer writes

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Joyce Byers

Nothing yet

#joyce byers x fem!reader #joyce byers #Joyce Byers angst #Joyce Byers angst x reader #Joyce Byers fluff #Joyce Byers fluff x reader

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pineapplestanacc · 2 years

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intro !

hi! my name is miles and i'm a minor so. don't be a weirdo. i use they/them pronouns mainly, but also i don't mind any. this blog will be mainly for stranger things + writing for stranger things.

other things about me: i like pineapple (obviously), glee, video games, music, and dance moms so :).

masterlist

requests are open, but there are things i will not write.

nothing related to incest. thats absolutely disgusting

no smut. i'm a minor + i just find it uncomfortable to write, personally.

i can write autistic!reader since i am autistic, but i will not write for any mental illnesses and such since i do not know how they can affect a person and i would not want to write something that could be offensive.

no possibly triggering topics. this means no sh, r*pe, violent crime, etc.

more may be added to this list as i see it, but as of right now these are the only guidelines

who i will write for:

romantically:

eddie munson

jason carver

jim hopper

jonathan byers

joyce byers

nancy wheeler

robin buckley

steve harrington

i may add more characters such as argyle later, but i need to figure out how to write them well.

platonically:

everyone previously mentioned in the, "romantically," section

dustin henderson

eleven (jane) hopper

lucas sinclair

max mayfield

will byers

as stated previously, more may be added later, i just need to figure out how to write them well.

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imactuallyreallycool · 1 month

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What a lovely dream

But that what it’ll always be. A dream.

Close ups and stuff lmao

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xspeter · 5 months

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𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

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Steve Harrington has been through countless relationships. He has been on thousands of dates. He has only ever truly been in love once.

But, standing here with you, he wonders if the love he felt for Nancy Wheeler really was real. Because compared to what he’s feeling right now to what he felt with her, they don’t even come close to each other.

Tonight was a very very happy day to hopefully put an end to all your very, well, bad days. It was finally Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper, your father’s, wedding. It was held in a beautiful forest just south of Hawkins. There was a gazebo and of course a dance floor.

The reception had been hours ago, and only the both of you as well as the rest of your new found family remained. The kids were with Hopper and Joyce, no doubt celebrating with them. Nancy and Jonathon were by the food table, wide smiles on their faces. Robin and Eddie were having a gossip session in the corner of everything, no doubt exchanging juicy secrets.

But you and Steve, well, you were in the gazebo still. Steve’s arms circle your waist and yours circle his shoulders. Your face is in the crook of his neck and he rests his chin atop your head, the both of you chest to chest. You both sway gently to the slow music.

“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if… if Will had never gone missing?” You ask softly, your head pulls away from his shoulder so you can look at his face.

Steve ponders your question for a moment. The truth is that no, he never had thought about that before.

Steve comes to the realization that if Will never had disappeared that night and had inevitably dragged all of you into this then he most definetley would not be standing where he was right now. He would probably still be that same asshole he had been that he was ashamed of now. He probably would have never known what it’s like to love you and cherish you.

Steve tightens his hold on you a bit. The thought of never getting to experience this love with you- of never getting to wake up to the sound of your soft snores or hear the way you snort at his jokes… it makes him almost nauseous.

“No,” He mumbles, “I’ve never thought about that.” He admits. You hum in acknowledgment, your fingers playing with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, “It just… it’s so weird to me how different our lives would’ve been.” You explain, “The boys would’ve probably still been just as close, but El wouldn’t even be in our lives. Joyce and Hopper would’ve probably never even got together.. we probably would’ve never got together.”

You whisper the last part, and it takes Steve’s brain a second to register the sadness in your tone at the thought. Steve rubs comforting circles on your back. He leans down and leaves a trail of kisses on your jaw, he moves to your cheeks, then your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. When he pulls back he’s happy to see your radiant smile back on your face.

“If none of this had happened then we probably wouldn’t be in each others lives right now,” He says, “But I think we’d eventually find our way to each other. Even if it’s when we’re old and wrinkly.” He scrunches his nose at the last part. You giggle at him and he basks in the sound of it.

Steve stares at you like you are bigger than the sun. Because to him- you are the sun. You are his reason for waking up in the morning, you are the reason he even believes that real love even exists. You are his reason for holding on, for living. He knows no matter how much he says it to you, you will most likely never really understand just how much he loves you.

Steve knows that no matter what you’re going through- if it’s getting into college and you’re at your absolute best he wants to be with you for it. He knows that even if you’re going through your absolute worst- if you’ve hit rock bottom and can’t stand on your own anymore, he wants to be there to get you back on your feet. He wants to be with you for all of it, because he fucking loves you. He loves you so much he doesn’t think words could even do it justice.

“I love you,” He confesses. Your cheeks fill with pink as your fingers stop their movements at the nape of his neck. You’d known Steve loved you- you’d have to be stupid not to realize it- but to hear him actually say it? It was enough to make your eyes fill with tears.

When Steve notices the gloss beginning to cover your eyes, he immediately panics. “I’m sorry! Is it too soon? I just- I don’t know, I couldn’t stop myself-”

You shut him up with a kiss, your lips hopefully being able to convey everything you’ve ever felt for the boy. From the first time you met him all those years ago in the first grade, all the way to the last time he fought next you in the Upside Down. Steve Harrington is the love of your life, your other half, your soulmate.

When you pull away Steve appears frozen. His eyes dart around your face, clearly looking for any kind of indication for what that could’ve meant. You laugh and hold him against you so tight, you swear you’re closing his airway.

“I love you too, Steve. I’ll always love you.” You confess. Steve physically deflates at that, any tension between felt quickly leaving his body as he pulls you in for another kiss.

The two of you don’t notice Joyce and Hopper and the rest of the kids staring at the two of you.

“They’re so gross.” Mike fake gags. Max slaps his arm, “They’re in love.”

Joyce lsighs happily, “We should start preparing for their wedding.” She jokes. Hoppers eyes go wide as he quickly shoots the idea down, “That’s still my daughter, and she won’t be getting married for a long time.”

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #joyce byers x jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things x reader #fluff #love confession #mike wheeler #past nancy wheeler x steve harrington #nancy wheeler x jonathon byers #max mayfield

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rainydayathogwarts · 6 months

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Caught - Billy x reader, mom!Joyce x reader

Byers!Reader wc: ~1.4k Summary: reader sneaks out to meet her boyfriend Billy but bumps into someone unfortunate on her way out. More focused on the reader x mom!Joyce than reader x Billy.

You almost grinned, tiptoeing to your window in the dark room, purse in hand, careful not to trip over any of the clothes haphazardly thrown on the floor. You winced as you opened the window, careful not to make any sound as you pushed yourself up on your arms, throwing your legs over the ledge. You landed on the opposite side on the wall with a crunch of the leaves under your feet, quickly making your way up the street.

You had gotten used to this routine. Usually, if either you or Jonathan had plans, you'd both go, telling your mom you'd stick together when you actually snuck off to see Billy and Nancy. The plan was foolproof. You both understood each other and would head back home together, ensuring your mom that you were safe. But every now and then when Jonathan didn't have plans, you had to find your own way to go see Billy.

With everything that had happened the past two years in the Byers household, the last thing your mother was going to do was let you go out - especially alone. Especially to meet the boyfriend she didn't know you had. You spotted Billy's car a couple of houses down, waiting to drive you away when you froze, eyes widening.

Staring right back at you was Jim Hopper, the chief of police in Hawkins, Indiana. Standing behind him were Nancy, Steve, Robin and of course, Eleven, who were making their way to your house, inevitably for another meeting.

Hopper took the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it on the floor and stepping on it, his eyebrows raised and you physically cringed, tugging your low cut top up your chest. He definitely knew what you were up to, especially in that short blue skirt you wore, specifically to give Billy easy access. Your eyes wandered behind him, looking back at the other teenagers who all looked equally as confused as each other, with the exception of Nancy who grinned widely at you.

The silence was deafening.

The sound of the front door opening averted Hopper's gaze back which gave you the perfect opportunity to run back to the side of the house, where your mom wouldn't see you. "We saw you guys standing out here, what are you doing?" You heard your mom say, and prayed Mr. Hopper would keep your secret, just this once.

You didn't hear his answer, the door closing behind them. You had two options, you decided; either you could sneak back in and leave Billy hanging, or you could make a run for it. You sighed, looking through your window one last time before sprinting up to Billy's car down the street so that your mom wouldn't see you leaving.

You slammed his car door behind you, lowering yourself in the passenger seat as you caught your breath, whisper-yelling "Go, Billy, go!" He chuckled, having seen the entire exchange and stated calmly "Well that was a close one wasn't it?" When you were far enough from your house, you straightened up, leaning over the controls to press a glossy kiss to Billy's cheek. He put a hand on your thigh, heading in the direction of the forest, where he parked and you both headed straight into his back seat.

It was an entanglement of sweaty bodies and humidity, causing Billy to reach behind your head to open the window, the awkward position causing you to whine at him. He pounded into you, your skirt bunched up at your waist, your top laying on the floor as he mouthed at your tits, leaving hickeys everywhere he could. Your nails scratched at his back, causing Billy to hiss as he quickened his pace, getting you both closer to the edge. It was blissful, both of you giggling and exchanging wet kisses when you were done, catching each other up on your day, oblivious to what was awaiting you at home.

It was only when you were standing in front of the house with the curtains open, making direct eye-contact with an angry looking Joyce Byers that it suddenly hit you that if the others were here for a meeting, they probably would have needed you too.

You picture it in your head, your mom opening the door to your room, her heart dropping when she sees you're not in bed. Hopper wincing when she yells your name, reassuring her that you're fine, you're not alone. You just headed out. You can imagine her livid during the meeting, worried yet furious because all this time she wanted you to be safe, you'd been betraying her trust to meet a silly boy. Jonathan feeling guilty, but he doesn't want to throw himself under the bus just so that she can be angry at the both of you. It's not his fault that you got caught and he didn't.

You see heads turning to look at you through the window, wanting to see what's busying Joyce's gaze and you put your head down, walking towards the front door. You push your key into the keyhole, twisting it once, twice, and you hear the door unlock each time. Your other hand comes up to rest on the doorknob, and you hit your head on the door, taking a deep breath. You pull your key out with a groan, pushing the door open, avoiding your mom's gaze to the best of your ability.

"Y/N Byers. Look at me right now." The room is absolutely silent at the tone of your mother's voice and you look up with a sigh, seeing Jonathan's eyes widen. He starts shaking his head at you from behind where your mother is now standing, walking towards you. You swallow once, knowing that there's something wrong - more wrong than just sneaking out, but you can't wrap your finger about it, and Jonathan certainly wasn't helping you guess.

It's only when Joyce's hand comes up, brushing a strand of hair behind your shoulder that you realise, jerking away from your mother as you rush to your bathroom to desperately cover your hickeys, knowing fully well that she's already gotten a good look at them. There's three aggressive knocks at the door "Y/N I've already seen, come out now."

Embarrassment tugs at your chest and tears start to prick your eyes, but you forcefully wipe them away. You put your makeup brush down, looking up at your half covered hickeys. You still had three on the opposite side of your neck that were on full display and one was half covered by your top, leaving the rest to the imagination. When you open the door, Joyce is sitting on your bed, and she pats the spot next to her. You trodded over to her, keeping enough space between you as you let her talk, keeping your head down.

"Now under regular circumstances, I'd be happy for you and ask who this young man is, but I'm really disappointed Y/N. I thought we had a deal." You sigh, picking at your nails, knowing that if you said something, it would come out louder and angrier than you'd meant it to be. "Is this the same boy who snuck in last month?" You furrow your eyebrows, finally looking at her. Despite everything, you laugh whole-heartedly. "That was probably Nancy, mom. She basically lives here."

You watch as her jaw drops. "Nancy as in Nancy in my living room Nancy?" You nod "Her and Jonathan are-?" She doesn't finish her sentence, sitting there silently instead. "Do I need to have a talk with you and your brother about using protection with boyfriends and girlfriends?" She asks genuinely, frowning slightly. "No mom! God no!" You yell, shaking your head. "So... You're using protection with this guy?" "Billy." You confirm, nodding at her. "-Because at least Jonathan could decide to not be involved, but you would have to carry it." Your face flushes red and your hand comes up to scratch the side of your head, hiding your face from her.

"If I show you a photo of Billy, will you please stop asking me humiliating questions?" You ask, already getting off the bed to retrieve a box of polaroids. You open the box and gasp, desperately trying to cover the photo of you and Billy making out on the top of the pile, accidentally pushing it away from you and sending all the polaroids flying. Joyce laughs, shaking her head as she mutters something about you embarrassing yourself.

You lean down, pulling some wholesome photos from the floor and handing them over to your mom, who observes them closely. She hums, going through them, and finally says "But even if you didn't use protection...You two would have beautiful babies."

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ed-mnsn · 2 years

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can i pls request hcs for dating robin and being hopper’s daughter/a part of the byers-hopper family

dating robin headcanons

LOVEEEEE this ask

pairing: robin buckley x byers-hopper afab reader

content: fluff! smut towards the end (labeled) 18+

summary: what its like dating robin <3

joyce and hopper have always been supportive of you

they first notice you hanging around with robin and her friends more often and theyre like oh that robins very sweet what a beautiful young woman

joyce telling you to invite her over for movie night

hopper asking when you’re gonna hangout with her next

they’re such pot-stirrers

but you brushed it off always bc theres no way she’d ever like you like that

but she DID !!!!

robin always gushing to steve about you like she never stops talking about you

steve kinda set you guys up bc he couldnt stand your pining eyes and robins rambling any longer

you guys have a very soft and sweet relationship

you find comfort in each other and have lots of similarities

you guys can always ramble to each other about the most random things and it always makes sense

her stealing movies from family video picking ones you’d especially like

you visit her all the time at the store

she steals your clothes

robin draws on your converse

writes her name on them <3

robin has one of those nameplate necklaces with your name on it or maybe just your first initial

she wont admit it but she loves flowers and she blushes profusely whenever you get her a little bouquet

i think even though she met joyce and hopper before you guys started dating she’d be so nervous to see them for the first time since you started dating

little does she know they were trying to spurr your relationship

“god they’re gonna hate me”

“babe, can i remind you that you’ve already met them? like 50 times?”

“this is different”

you just hold her hand because above anything that would help

she puts on some frilly blouse she pulled out of her moms closet and you make her change because “no you dont have to impress my parents, they already love you. and i think they’d hate that top as much as you do”

needless to say joyce and hopper love her just the same as before she was dating their daughter

robin is quite charming despite the word-vomit

her quirky little one-liners make hopper laugh

joyce can tell how much she loves you

will, jonathan, and el love having her around more too, of course

she says ‘i love you’ first

immediately surges into a long winded declaration of how she thinks the world of you and how much brighter you’ve made her life and shes going on and on despite how nervous she is

and you just cut her off with a kiss

and you say it back

tears in your eyes a little because you seriously feel in your heart how much she loves you

and she teases you for it

so you tease her back for the proclamation of love she just got into

robin isnt big on physical touch besides when it comes to you

with you there are no boundaries

50 seats in the room and she’s practically in your lap

sweet kisses

nose kisses

forehead kisses

she likes playing with your hair

and she asks you to paint her nails because she sucks at it

you guys go on picnic dates and ride your bikes around town and hold hands when no ones looking

robin needs your presence

sleepovers !!!!!

popcorn and candy and fuzzy socks and reading magazines and card games

snuggles

shes your favorite band nerd

you go to every game to watch her play her instrument

you urge her to practice in front of you and you just love watching her focus

i like to think maybe hopper teaches her how to drive

even if she cant afford a car he insists that she knows how

you sit in the backseat while hopper instructs her and it just makes you want to cry because you’re so thankful for your family and so happy that they love her as much as you do and treat her like their own

you guys hangout in your room and she loves to look through all your knick knacks and add her own notes and drawings to the posters on your walls

joyce gets hopper to recind the 3 inches rule for you guys

“they’re 18! do you remember what we were doing at 18!?”

and hopper cant argue with her even if he tried

warning: smut ahead! 18+

another warning hey

ok lets get into it

robin is very gentle and loving with you

i think you’re both pretty inexperienced so you kinda figure everything out together

robin is a pleaser.

god she just loves touching you and hearing you and making you squirm

robin takes control a little

i wouldnt go as far as saying dom vibes or anything unless you’d like that moreso that she kinda leads you

teases you a lot

takes her time

kisses your entire body before even going near your pussy

and she loves how wet you get for her

always calling you cute pet names and saying you always do so good for her

constantly just whispering dirty words in your ear

she knows how to use her fingers.

likes when you pull her hair

she can get very vocal so you put your fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet <3

she gives you boob hickies

fingers you while you sit in her lap

she likes riding your thigh

face sitting !!!!!!!

69 !!!!!!!!

she will cum from you saying her name thats a promise

you guys make love

she scrunches her nose up when you call it that

but she takes care of you

puts her heart and soul into how she fucks you for sure

i think she has ideas and will come you like !!!! i saw this in a cosmo magazine and we should try !!!!

aftercare aftercare aftercare

cleans you up ties your hair back

gets nice and wrapped up and under the blankets with you

lots of cuddles

shes the little spoon

shes the perfect girlfriend and she loves you dearly

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Hi ;) I'm sorry it's me again 😅😭I've been having an overabundance of fic ideas lately... So... What about reader doing something super nice and cute for Billy's birthday ? He isn't used to it, his family has never remembered his birth date, let alone celebrated his birthday, so when he sees that reader actually remembers his birthday and does something very meaningful to celebrate it, he just ends up crying because of how beautiful the present it : I don't know what the present could be though, like maybe she sings him a song that she wrote for him ? Which is surprising since she has social anxiety which shows how much effort she put into making this day memorable for him. Really choose whatever you think it's best. Thank you !!!

billy vs. the grinch

billy hargrove x fem!byers!reader

word count: 1,084

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi, my love! please don’t be sorry! i appreciate you trusting me with your ideas. this is really sweet. i hope that you enjoy what i came up with and that it’s what you wanted. <333

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Billy’s fingers are gripping your belt loops so hard you’re afraid the denim might rip. You push open the front door, the wood cold on your fingertips.

Billy’s been on the verge of tears since seven forty-five this morning, when you hopped down your front step and launched yourself into his arms. “Happy birthday, gorgeous,” you’d said.

He’d only told you his birthday once, right after you met. That you remembered it was making his heart grow, what was it, three sizes? Isn’t that what the Grinch said?

Fuck, it didn’t matter. What did matter was that you were taking him home where he’d get to spend time with the only people he’d felt loved by.

Billy stays behind you after you’re inside like he’s never been here before.

“Is that my birthday boy?” Joyce’s voice carries to the both of you from the kitchen. You keep moving, pulling him along since he refuses to let you go.

Your mother has flour in her hair, and she’s wearing an apron with ladybugs on it. You’re pretty sure Will picked it out for her at some point.

When she sees him, she claps her hands excitedly, smiling brilliantly. She looks so young.

“Hi, Billy! Happy birthday, sweetie.”

She pulls him in for a hug, which he accepts. Joyce Byers has this thing with her hugs. They make everything feel like it’s going to be okay.

“Thank you,” Billy mumbles. You run a hand up the curve of his spine as if to say, It’s okay. You’re not bothering anyone. This is happening because we love you.

When she lets Billy go, Joyce kisses the crown of your head. “Hey, baby. Jonathan picked up pizza. I figured that would be okay?”

You assure her that it is.

Will and Max enter the kitchen from where they’d been in Will’s room. They’d biked home today so that you could spend some time with Billy.

“Happy birthday,” Will says. “You know you can buy lottery tickets now?”

Max snorts. “He wouldn’t have the money for them. He spends it all on cigarettes.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me today or something?” He asks her.

“I was going to give you a hug,” she tells him. “Unless you’re immune to that sort of thing.”

You take Will’s hand, walking over to look at what your mother has been up to, just long enough to give them a minute. Their relationship has improved exponentially in recent months. It’s nice to see them finally have each other to rely on.

On the counter sits a cake in a glass pan. It’s strawberry flavored, which you can see from the pink tinge it has, and there’s chocolate frosting smeared over the top of it.

Happy Birthday, Billy is written in a sloppy scrawl across the top, two big number candles sitting above his name. 18.

Later, after the six of you have demolished it, Billy tells Joyce that it’s the best damn cake he’s ever had, and that she’s not allowed to fight him on it. She obliges.

Billy told Will and Max to pick out a movie because it would stress him out too much. They did, and you all sit around the living room, devouring that too.

Billy thinks about how he’s never felt safer. He enjoys just sitting in this room with these people who he knows care about him, even if it isn’t exactly the group anyone expected him to end up hanging around.

When the movie’s over, you lead Billy down the hall and into your bedroom. “Sit, pretty please. I have a present for you.”

“I told you not to get me anything,” he says.

You tap his knee. “Since when have I ever listened to what you tell me to do?”

Billy chuckles and it makes you smile. You place a manila envelope in his lap.

“Sorry. Didn’t really have anything to put it in.”

“I don’t give a shit about how you wrapped it, baby.” You feel yourself go warm. It doesn’t matter how many times he calls you that—it always has the same effect.

“Open it.”

You sit down on the floor in front of him, the carpet squishing under your legs. You prop your head up, settling your arms on his knees and under your chin.

You watch as he pulls a sheet of thick paper out of the envelope.

Billy’s eyes widen just slightly and his breath hitches.

“Baby.”

It’s a drawing of the Camaro.

You sit up a little more so you can point the specifics out to him.

“I borrowed Jonathan’s camera to take a picture of it one day a couple weeks ago. And I dug out my best paper too.”

You run a finger along the lingering pencil marks. “I tried my best with the blue. I don’t exactly have the most extensive colored pencil collection in the world, and I’d already gone through mine and Will’s, so it’s not perfect, but. It’s still pretty blue.”

First you sketched the drawing, as best as you could, and then you colored it just the same. You used a thin pen to outline it when you finished. It’s simple, but you’re happy with it.

Billy runs his thumb over where you left your signature by the back tire. When he looks up at you his eyes are glossy.

“You drew this whole thing just for me?”

“‘Course I did, Billy.” You wipe away the tear that’s just managed to slip out. “I love you and stuff.”

He tosses his head back, laughing. You kiss his cheek, over a patch of freckles, and he blushes.

“You like it?” You ask.

He sets it down beside him. “Are you kidding? I fuckin’ love it. Thank you, sweetheart.”

Billy is even more touched when he thinks about how it’s not often that you draw. You love to do it, but it’s not something you think you’re that great at. He disagrees by a long shot. So the fact that you took the time to do this means the world.

When he hugs you, he tries to put all of this feeling into it, and you make sure to rub up and down his back as a reminder that it’s okay for him to be emotional about this. You’re sure he wants to fight it.

“I love you too, by the way,” he says into your hair.

You pull back and kiss him. He tastes like chocolate.

“Happy birthday, pretty boy.”

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bowiebond · 2 years

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AU where right after Billy crashes, he’s about to have a good old angry cry over his baby, he’s about to touch the goop on his cracked window and be lured away by his own curiosity, when he’s blinded by headlights.

“Oh my god, sir, are you alright? I thought I heard a crash…” Joyce “Psycho” Byers is rushing out of the car to check on him, some kid she doesn’t really know, because she’s on her way back from work and heard the whole thing and has never been able to ignore a situation where someone might need help.

“Oh god, you poor thing, you’re bleeding, um, I think I have some bandaids in the car - wait no, we should probably get you checked out all together, what if you have a concussion, do you have a concussion? Tell me if this hurts.” She’s talking too fast in her panic, and he’s kind of bewildered as she reached out to feel under his curls for more wounds, but he snaps out of it quickly when she does poke at the growing lump from where he hit his head on the door more than once. The spilt on his forehead hurts enough.

“Watch it, lady.” He doesn’t have enough will power to yell at an older woman, a mother, but he’s running pretty high on emotions right now.

“Let me check your eyes - Jesus, it’s dark out here.” Joyce mutters, Billy dodging her attempts as pulling his pinched brows apart and up.

“Hands off, will you? I just fucking crashed.”

“Don’t use that tone with me.” It’s an instinctive response and it leaves Billy flushing with shame, which only makes him want to throw something, kick something, and it ends up being his car because he’s not gonna kick a woman.

“Sorry, I have two boys, the oldest used to have a bit of a smart mouth.” Joyce flusters. “Is this your car? It was just you?”

“Yeah. Something hit my fu- my windshield. I swerved. Hit the pole.” He felt ridiculous. It was a silent road, he could have just stepped on the break and he would still have a car, his only fucking freedom and possession.

“It happens to the best of us. I’m just glad you’re not dead. Do you need a ride home?”

“I had a date.” He muttered, but his sour mood would not be fixed by seeing Karen Wheeler. Even he knew that.

“Oh, well, I’m sure they’ll understand if you give them a call. The hospital can be a pretty penny, but I can take you home and your parents can keep an eye on you, I’m sure you have a first aid kit, right?”

Yeah, his parents would not give a solitary shit about his condition. Neil would add to it if he was feeling particularly mean.

“My dads gonna kill me.”

“A car is just a thing, honey, it can be replaced. You can’t be. He’ll understand.” Joyce placed a hand on his shoulder and Billy shook her off with a glare at the hunk of junk. All his best memories, down the drain with one crash. His baby was gone so quickly. Like all good things.

“He really won’t.” He muttered, huffing to him. He’d have to find a pay phone. Get someone to tow her back to his place. She’d take a while to fix up, but he prayed he could do it.

Joyce was quiet a while.

“Why don’t you come home with me? Our couch is a pull out, I have a fully stocked first aid kit, I even did a little nursing in the past, volunteer work, so you can relax for a bit until I’m certain you’re good to go.”

Billy sighed. He had two options. Stay here, sort this shit out himself and walk home, or go with the lady everyone calls crazy but seems relatively nice, who has a pull out that’s somewhere other than his own house.

Billy wasn’t stupid, even if he was stubborn.

“Okay. Thank you. Ma’am.”

“Oh please, Ms Byers or Joyce, whichever is most comfortable for you.” She waved off his attempt at manners and put a hand on his back. “Come on, it’s muggy out here, even this late, and I’d like to go home too.” She joked.

“My car…”

“I have a friend at the station.” She patted his chest. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to tow your car home, or to the nearest shop, whichever is best for you.”

She really was doing too much. Billy was gonna start feeling guilt above the slight humiliation he already felt. He rounded her car, a sense of ease filling him as he opened the door. He felt like he had just escaped something really bad, for some reason. Maybe his fathers wrath for the evening.

“Oh, what’s your name again, honey? I forgot to ask.” Joyce asked from over the roof of the car, a little pinch between her brows.

“…William. Most people just call me Billy though.”

“William, that’s my son name.” She broke into a bright smile. “Well, now I’ll have two Williams in my house. I do hope I don’t mix you two up.” She joked as she slipped into the car. He cracked a small smile as he followed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be calling you Mom like he does.”

“Oh, Jim says I’m everyone’s mother.” She chuckled as she started the engine. “I won’t hold it against you if you slip up.”

“I won’t.” As nice as she was, she wasn’t his mother.

As she drove them away from the scene, Billy felt the anxiety ease in his chest. She was playing pop hits from the previous decade, but they’re nice, nostalgic, and he finds himself almost drifting off.

“Don’t go falling asleep, Will, you might be concussed, sweetie.” Her hand reaches out and brushes his curls back from his face.

“It’s Billy.” He mumbled, and everything kind of goes hazy as his eyes unfocused. Her car is equally muggy as outside, with the smell of artificial lavender, and the music has trilled to something softer. It’s just perfect for a nap.

“Right. Sorry, honey.” He likes that she’s still patting him as she drives, just his hair where it doesn’t ache or sting. “Just stay awake, okay?”

“Okay…” He would. Or at least, he really did try. He’s pretty sure he’s not concussed, just…sleepy.

It feels nice to fall asleep with a hand on his head like the old days.

#just some Joyce and Billy fluff <3 #Joyce mothering Billy like she does Will <3 #because Billy is a sensitive boy too #Billy hargrove #Joyce Byers #fix it au okay #stranger things

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Rotten Masterlist

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Wattpad | Ao3 | Soundtrack

Summary: When Y/n gets raped, her friends try to help her overcome it. Platonic Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley and Jim Hopper x reader. Poc and plus-size friendly.

Chapter 1

Summary: When something horrible happens to Y/n, her friends find her.

Chapter 2

Summary: The crew realises that Y/n was raped and debate on what to do now.

Chapter 3

Summary: The crew takes Y/n to the hospital and call Hopper to report the rape. What will Steve do, when he finds out who did it?

Chapter 4

Summary: Eddie and Steve decide to get Jason Carver what he deserves, but as they arrive so does Hopper.

Chapter 5 (coming soon!)

Summary: Hopper asks Y/n what happened, and she finally opens up

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College is for me but only if it’s us

No angst today, I just got accepted into my master's program so I'm thrilled! All humorous/fluff/good vibes stories today. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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It took Eddie three long years to graduate high school and even then, it was by the skin of his teeth. He barely scraped by with straight D’s and even then, his grade in history threatened to hold him back for his fourth senior year. Luckily though, with Nancy’s flashcards and Steve’s motivation while studying, he was able to pass all of his finals and his classes. Eddie army-crawled across the stage, ignoring the anger and slurs from the self-righteous townsfolk, as he received his diploma. He waved to the Party sitting in the audience and smiled at his uncle. Eddie didn’t think he’d make it here but here he was

He, Max, and Steve were in the hospital for weeks following their Spring Break from hell. Eddie had had daily blood transfusions and enough skin graft surgeries to last him for a lifetime. There were still moments where he would feel ice-cold pain flash across his body in a spot deep enough he couldn’t reach it.

Max was in a coma for two weeks before her blurry eyes opened to a world she would never see quite clearly. She still had to attend near-daily physical therapy sessions to be able to walk without the assistance of a walking aid for balance. She would probably never skateboard again.

Steve was in a bad way too despite his reluctance to accept treatment. His wounds from the demobat bites caused him to develop sepsis that nearly killed him. He had to get his system flushed with saline for days to fight off the septic infection and he needed several surgeries to repair the damage done to his sides.

Even still, they all made it. They were moving on with their lives and Eddie had finally graduated. His friends and Uncle Wayne were of course thrilled. They knew he’d graduate with time but he could tell that they were glad his attempts finally paid off. They expected him to devote more time to his music or get a full time job out of town or something.

No one expected him to go to college.

But when Steve expressed interest in enrolling in a local community college and some apprehension in doing so for fear of what their friends may say, Eddie jumped at the chance to take the heat off of him. And boy, did it.

When Steve announced to the Party at one of their regular gatherings that he was going to college, he got some mixed reactions. Some of the Party gave uninterested grumbles, some asked if he was serious, and some pointed out that it would probably just be a waste of money since he wasn’t good at school. Robin was the only one, besides Eddie, that congratulated him on moving onto the next step.

Eddie wasn’t impressed with any of them. No wonder Steve was afraid of their reactions, no one seemed to care and those that did were pointing out how ‘dumb’ he was. So Eddie did what he did best and created a distraction.

“I’m going to college too. Steve and I enrolled together and if we increase our GPA’s enough, we might be able to go to a state school later. We might even move in with each other and get our own place.”

That caused an uproar. Mike and Max were arguing about why he wanted to go with Steve, Uncle Wayne was cheering and toasting him with his beer, Dustin and Will were congratulating him, Jonathan and Nancy were looking suspiciously between him and Steve, and El and Robin were looking on in confusion. But Steve was beaming at Eddie. He’d never seen smile so broadly, so happily.

Eddie watched as Steve ignored all of their friends and stalked up to him. “Hey Big Boy, sorry to steal your thunder-”

All thoughts left his mind as Steve grabbed both sides of his face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Holy shit, Eddie felt like he died and went to heaven. If Eddie knew that this was what would get Steve Harrington to smooch him, he would’ve made plans to go to college with him a long time ago.

Once Steve pulled back for air, Eddie started hearing all of the comments that their friends were making. He pulled back to see a variety of expressions. Some of their friends were supportive like Nancy and Robin who were cheering and wolf-whistling. Others were somewhat offended or disgusted. The most notable voice of the group was Murray who was screeching at Hopper.

“I fucking knew it! Didn’t I fucking call this, Jim? You said I was out of my mind but I was fucking right!”

“Murray, shut the hell up,” Hopper hissed at him.

“Very much like you to doubt the truth, Jim.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked him.

When Eddie made eye contact with Dustin, the kid leapt to his feet and pointed an accusing finger between him and Steve.

“What the hell is this?” Dustin yelled in confused outrage. “You’re not even friends!”

“We clearly are, dude. And more,” Steve told him in a tone that said it should be obvious. Dustin just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water in response.

Meanwhile, Mike was throwing up behind some bushes muttering nonsensically about Steve ‘doing it again’ and ‘hooking up with his brother too’. He obviously wasn’t over Steve dating Nancy all that time ago.

Steve just shook his head at all of them and pulled Eddie in again. “I’m really looking forward to going to college with you.”

“I can tell, Big Boy. Kiss me again.” At his request, Steve kissed him again. They ignored the pitiful protests of Hopper, the fake gags of Max and Lucas, and even the supportive cheering of Joyce and Wayne. With Steve’s lips on his and his arms around him, nothing existed in the world but them.

Sure, they had some talking to do and some shovel talks to hear. But they would get through it all just as they had before. Things were only looking up for them now. ‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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