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elegancefandoms · 2 years
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Nancy had found herself falling back into the old habit of writing in her journal. She sat cross-legged on the sofa in her hotel room. The events of the last couple of days were heavy on her heart. So much had happened, and she hoped this time it was finally over. The brunette was lost in her thoughts when she saw a shadow in the doorway. “Oh goodness, you scared me half to death.”
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ahoystilinski · 1 year
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jim hopper / open to: anyone!
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“What the hell are you doing out here?” Deeply furrowing his eyebrows, the sheriff gazed at the watch adorning his wrist; almost midnight. After the call from that very same address where they were standing at, he decided to take it by himself. Checking around the building, Hopper was surprised to find the other right there as well. “Is there anything I should know?” Heavy eyes inspected the figure, trying to find out if they were suspicious or rather on a wrong place, wrong time kind of situation.
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dingus-slayer · 2 years
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( open to: m / f / nb — platonically or romantically
muse: steve harrington — stranger things / crossover )
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“okay, yeah, very funny aha. but remember how every single time people say that in horror movies — they die!” steve turned to face the other, in an attempt to keep the moment serious instead of the jokes he’d been hearing. sure, it was okay in moments like this to ease tension, but he was starting to feel impatient. they’d been wondering for a couple of minutes now and his instincts screamed for them to run like hell out of there. yet he kept his composure, walking in front of them in case anything attacked, he’d be the one receiving the first punch or bite.
“can you at least tell me why we are here? ‘cause you’ve been giving vague answers all night. just spit it, c’mon!” normally he wouldn’t even let the other move on with these kind of plans by themselves, but they were convinced, and he preferred to come with instead of leaving them all alone. at least they’d be risking their lives together.
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hcllcoffin · 1 year
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Feeling in the horror scary rp mood
Like for a starter for dark horror Kas Eddie!
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bluejeanbaby · 10 months
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open to: eddie munsons only sorrz
plot: chrissy calls eddie at three in the morning to pick her up, she wants to runaway.
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“Thank you for picking me up,” Chrissy whispered awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact with Eddie. They didn’t know each other well, but she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Safe with him. She twiddled with her fingers nervously. “I just didn’t know who else to call, you know. I couldn’t stay home. I didn’t want to see Jason I just...wanted to be here.” she said, motioning to the interior of his van. “Is that weird?”
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smthscoming · 1 year
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open to: m / f / nonbinary, anyone who works at the research lab (scientist, janitor, test subject, etc.) muse: junhe delaney, bioengineering researcher who is completely unaware of the tests going on in the lab’s secret basements plot: inspired by stranger things’s series opener. something was unleashed in the facility late last night, and junhe has just arrived at work. your muse can be hiding or looking for help.
this was made in legacy editor. if you would like it in beta editor please dm me.
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it’s a surprisingly quiet morning at work—are people just late at all once?—though junhe’s glad for the peace. they’re setting up at their station, which is colder than usual, when the door handle starts shaking frantically. someone must have forgotten their access pass; junhe crosses the room and hits the button, opening the door to a stranger. “uh, hi? can i help you?”
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year
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okay but, did I lie?
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bxd-eddie-arch · 2 years
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Hit the heart for an almost overstimulated (not sexual) Eddie starter
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twstedwrld · 2 years
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"YOU KNOW WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT OUT OF THIS ALIVE, RIGHT?" Nancy was quick to reassure them, even if she had doubts in her own subconscious about what mission they were about to embark on. Even with her own hesitation, her facial expression never shifted from her, and even the light that seemed to dance along her eyes at any given second remained. "I'm no fortune teller by any means, but considering the hellacious fight we put up last time, this creep has no shot against us."
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xxbottlecapx · 6 days
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Fic idea where Steve starts baking as a hobby and Eddie gets overwhelmingly jealous of Steve's sourdough starter because it keeps getting in the way of him and Steve hanging out.
Eddie wants Steve to come over and watch a movie? No, Steve has to feed his starter at a certain time so he's gotta head home,
maybe Steve even gives it a name like some people do and treats it like a pet. Maybe one time Steve brings the starter to a function as his plus one and Eddie is positively seething. Just a full fic of Eddie having beef with Steve's sourdough starter, convinced its alive and trying to stop Eddie from getting laid.
At least the bread always tastes great,though...
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findafight · 1 year
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Kinda want to write a one-sided ronance post S4 au (within a fix it obvs) where the older teens start actually hanging out and Stobin (eventually + Vickie)confuse literally everyone. They greet each other with cheek kisses, call each other babe (or "Stevie Baby". Listen. Robin calls him bud or buddy or bub or bubba or babe and it's like why so many B's?? Argyle is vibing with it though and joins the bud train) and one time at two in the morning had a coordinated ramble about the names of the cats they will eventually get. (Sassafras, moonshine, and Garborator)
Nancy and Steve haven't really talked about anything, other than Steve saying "hey. I'm sorry if whatever I said weirded you out. I was definitely a bit delirious and Robin and Eddie AND Dustin were all making comments about winning you back or whatever which is stupid, you made it clear where you stood with me. Which wasn't with me. That's fine. and like. Okay yeah when we were together I'd daydream about you being beside me in the motorhome but thats-- it was a daydream. I was sort of thinking I was gonna die and. I wanted to share a little dream that made me happy. And then got everything confused in my head and made it weird and I'm sorry. what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry for being weird and making things uncomfortable. I'm over you. I loved you then, and you were my first real love, and maybe if things were different I could love you like that again but. But neither of us want that or the same things out of life. And we'd crash and burn again. Plus you and Jonathan are together which is a non-starter. Cannot believe I forgot that when it was happening. Jesus. So. Yeah. Sorry for being not a great friend and hitting on you in the Upside Down." And Nancy had nodded and told him not to worry about it. He had been sort of bleeding out and planning on going back into the upside down. They could both be normal about it.
Sometimes Nancy and Robin try to have "girl time" at Nancy's suggestion because they're the only girls in the older group (sometimes. But Robin is not going to let that slip out) but it's awkward without a buffer. Robin is too nervous and rambles and Nancy is too annoyed by it. But they do get on well in group settings, and Steve and Argyle are actually the keenest to smooth over any awkwardness.
Robin laughs more with the group, and grins at Steve and smirks at Eddie and has a sharp tongue Nancy can admire. She's more comfortable with Steve around, insisting he sit beside her or on the ground in front of her so she can play with his hair. (And Nancy is shocked the first time she sees it, because Steve was notoriously protective of his "best feature", but she'd asked and he'd hummed quietly as she takes her fingers through his hair and put tiny, lopsided braids in it.) It's nice to see Robin less jumpy, and wonders what it would take to see more of the side of her Nancy only sees when Steve's around. She just wants to get closer to Robin. Wants a friend.
And somehow, beyond Nancy's notice, Steve and Robin's friend Vickie slowly joins the group. She wasn't involved at all in the spring, but has been hanging around Family Video and a movie night or two often enough that when she settles more permanently in the group it isn't a very big surprise. Eddie and Argyle welcome her in with open arms, Jonathan is only his normal amount of weary of new people, and obviously Robin and Steve are excited for their friends to be friends.
But it just doesn't sit right with Nancy. She can't pinpoint why, it just doesn't. When she sees Robin and Vickie giggling together, or having some back and forth banter that seems to feed into both of them smiling, or Steve throwing his arm over her shoulder, or Vickie leaning into Robin's space as they talk. She always sits beside Robin, Steve on the other, with Eddie beside him. It's usually a tight fit for whatever couch they're on, but the four seem happy as clams to not have any personal space. Once Argyle decided to lay across all their laps, and they just...let him. Finangled themselves so everyone was mostly comfortable.
Nancy figures she is uncomfortable with it because she hasn't ever had a close friend since Barb, and was possibly hoping she could be close to Robin along those lines. So seeing her so close with the others and mildly uncomfortable around her hurt, and seeing her and Steve incorporate someone unversed in the Upside Down into their little trauma club also hurt. Because what did Vickie have that Nancy didn't? That made Steve and Robin and now Eddie stick to her like glue? That made them want her there when she didn't know anything about what they'd been through and could probably never understand?
What made Vickie Summers so special that she's taken what should have been Nancy's place beside her friends? Because that's what really bothered her. It wasn't that Vickie didn't know, it's that Nancy felt she took her place. That Nancy wanted to be where Vickie was, and she didn't know how to ask for it. Asking, trying to talk about how Steve and Robin had bonded so well after Starcourt while she ignored them and then how they bonded with and absorbed Eddie halfway into their bizarre dynamic after vecna, would feel too much like begging or admitting that she isn't quite sure how to make friends.
Nancy is jealous. Jealous that she isn't friends like Vickie and Eddie and Steve and Robin are. That she isn't the one making Robin smile and giggle so cutely. So. She tries harder. Tries to be the friend that Robin and Eddie and even Steve deserve. She tries not to be annoyed by Robin rambling (it really isn't that bad, just. Not relevant. She likes heading Robin's voice, but thinks she could really work on having a filter.), or the way Steve always asks clarifying questions when he should really have known better, or Eddie talking half in different character voices. She thinks it's getting better, her relationship with them. But, still, Vickie is always there, glued to Robin's side almost as much as Steve is, and that always annoys Nancy. Niggles at her brain, that she doesn't deserve to be there because she didn't know what Robin had lived through and fought. Nancy did.
Eventually, Nancy figures out that she wants more from Robin. Doesn't want to be a friend she smiles at occasionally, wants to be the reason she smiles all the time. And that's terrifying. Because Nancy had never considered liking girls, never thought liking girls was a thing she could do. It was something other women did, not Nancy. She liked boys and always had, but. But maybe she always liked girls...too. maybe it wasn't something she that was one or the other. Being different in a town like Hawkins puts a target on your back, being queer in a town like Hawkins even moreso.
She's leaving Hawkins in the fall. But she thinks she wants someone to come home to. She wants Robin to come home to. Robin and Steve seem to be okay with it, from what she can glean of some veiled comments they've made that she's only caught now she's looking for them. They've made some remarks around the kids that make it seem like they'd be safe to come to, no matter what. And sometimes, some of the comments Robin makes about actresses seem a little...well. admiring.
They probably, hopefully, wouldn't hate her for this. And now Nancy and Robin have a friendship, she thinks she can. It's early July, and Nancy is going to ask Robin out.
She gets her alone, bites her lip, and asks Robin in no uncertain terms to go out on a date with her. Robin stares, mouth agape.
"oh," she says.
Nancy smiles, a little. "Yeah. So. What do you say?"
Robin blinks, and takes a shuddering breath. "Oh my god. I. Nancy I'm really flattered but I'm no-i dont- uhg. I'm dating someone." she groans, rubbing her hands over her face.
And oh. Nancy read the situation wrong "oh. Steve. It's fine! You don't like girls, thats--thats totally fine! Id just, um. That is,-"
Robin waves her hands. "No, no! I'm not dating Steve! You clocked me correctly. Definitely gay! Don't worry about that! Hah."
Something in Nancy twists. "Oh?"
"yeah. Yep. Not only am I a lesbian in a small town, I'm a lesbian in a small town that somehow also has a girlfriend." Robin says the word dreamily. Like she still can't believe it. Nancy's brain fills with static. She was too late. Too caught up with how she missed so many chances in the past, that she missed her chance now.
But Robin keeps talking. "And, like. Even if I didn't, I don't think it would have worked between us anyways. Too different, y'know?"
"what?"
Robin gestures with her hands between them. "Well, like. I like being your friend. But, I mean, I wouldn't date you?"
"why not?"
Blinking, Robin tilts her head. "Because of Steve?"
Something bubbles hot in Nancy. "What the fuck does Steve have to do with wether or not we would date?"
"Nancy. Steve's my best friend." As though that explains anything.
"yes? And?"
Robin looks uncomfortable, shifting sideways. "listen, Nancy. You're a good friend. And I've just rejected you. Maybe we should just. Ah. Leave this? I'm really sorry. I'll give you some space, just find me when you're ready?"
"no. What do you mean that we couldn't date because Steve is your best friend? Why would that have any effect on how you date?"
"it doesn't! Not really! Just. Nancy, you broke his heart. His soft, squishy heart! You kinda sorta cheated on him-details very unclear-and then just. Moved on. Pretended like nothing happened. I couldn't do that to Steve. Dating a friend's ex is a bad move. Dating an ex that broke a friend's heart is just cruel." She sighs. Looks sad. As though she isn't the one rejecting Nancy and tearing her apart for how a relationship ended almost two years ago. What did that matter, now? "You're my friend, Nancy. I like you! But even if Steve has moved on, forgiven and forgotten, and if things were a bit different given his full support for us dating if that's what I wanted, I think I'll always remember how he-- how much it hurt him."
"oh"
"I'm. Nancy I'm really sorry. I know how scary it is to put yourself out there, especially like this. It's not fair. I'm just sorry. But. It was true. Steve's the most important person to me. I couldn't ever hurt him. Not like that. Not even if he said he was fine with it."
Nancy stands and walks away. She doesn't cry until she locks her bedroom door.
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talaok · 2 years
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Stressed
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Pairing: Jamie Campbell bower x Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: You, Jamie, and Joseph are on the press tour in Brazil, and when they realize you're feeling stressed, they offer to help.
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex(men and female receiving)
A/n: This is the dirtiest thing I've ever written and I'm profoundly ashamed of it. (Also How the fuck didn't I think of it before!?)Jsyk the alternative title was gonna be Paris
(pt.2)
"So, this is an interesting group they decided to send here, huh?" the interviewer asked, his Brazilian accent coming through strong. You all looked at each other and laughed "I know right?" you chuckled as Jamie and Joe calmed themself down "When they first told me I was like" you acted confused "Really?" you snorted "That's the team you chose?". It was objectively a weird one, I mean, None of you had had scenes with each other. You were in the Cali storyline, Joe in the Hawkins one, and Jamie, obviously, in the lab one. Sure, you had met at the table read and would see each other on set at times, but you just were not the group anyone would have expected. "Oh thanks Y/N" Joe looked at you, pretending to be offended "Yeah, really nice of you" Jamie followed his lead. "Oh please boys, you know what I meant" you rolled your eyes, still smiling. "Oh yeah, don't worry. We do" Joseph continued. You looked at him and couldn't help but burst out laughing as you took in the sassy expression he was making. You hid your face in your hands and heard both joe and James snort, clearly amused by your inability to stay serious. "I'm sorry" you breathed " I'm sorry, please begin with the questions" you told the interviewer that had been looking at you confusedly the whole time, clearly not getting half the things you had just said. "ok" he smiled awkwardly"So, first of all, I have to ask, how are you liking brazil?" "I just got here yesterday night, so I actually have only seen the inside of this hotel thus far" Jamie answered first "Y/N and I went to Domo last night, and it was absolutely amazing" Joseph said, mimicking his mind blowing "Oh yeah!" you exclaimed "it was one of the best meals I've ever had" "Just the two of you, was it like a date?" the interviewer asked, not missing an opportunity to gossip. You bit down a smile. "Well, yes, just us, but it wasn't a date" Joe clarified "It wasn't?" you feigned shok Joe shook his head as he grinned "It wasn't. but if you're interested in one, you know I'm always available for you, sweetheart" he smirked. "oh wow!" the interviewer exclaimed as all the three of you laughed. You were used to it by now, Joe would always flirt with you and you would always flirt with him, it was kind of a game you played, it didn't actually mean anything. "he's kidding, don't mind him" you calmed the interviewer down, making all the excitement on his face disappear, as he realized he hadn't gotten a big scoop as he had believed for a moment. "Well if he's kidding then I volunteer as a replacement" Jamie grinned, making you raise your hands to the sky in exasperation. God, this poor journalist. "Who says I was kidding?"Joe raised his eyebrow. "Guys!" you looked at them frantically "Do I need to remind you that we're supposed to do an interview?" you pointed at the men in front of you. "Yeah, sorry. Please continue" Jamie chuckled "Yeah, we'll talk later" Joe said as he gave his cast mate a pretend dirty look.
"That was fun" Joseph said, as he took a drag from his cigarette. "It was" Jamie agreed as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth. You had a 15 minutes break from interviews and since both of them smoked, you had gone outside with them, not wanting to be left alone in there. "Yeah, I'm sure it was for YOU" you scolded them Both Jamie and Joe chuckled "Oh come on, you started it" Joe accused you You made a shocked face, "Me?!" you pointed at yourself. "yes, you" he grinned, gesturing towards you with the hand in which he had the cigarette. "And when would I have started it? tell me" you put your hands on your waist. They looked at each other and snorted at your pose. "Well," Jamie tilted his head" he's actually right darling" "You too?" you asked stunned. They both laughed softly again. "Will you two stop laughing at me?" you threw your hands to your sides. Jamie bit down a smile as he turned towards you "I'm sorry, You just look so cute when you're stressed" Joe nodded in agreement, as he took another drag of his cigarette. You huffed and rolled your eyes. "I'm not stressed" you said, trying to sound calm. They smiled again, and you shot them a dirty look. "Here" Joseph said, handing you his cigarette "It helps me calm down". You looked down at it and then up to him again, biting your lip as you considered whether or not to take it. "Ok" you almost whispered, as you raised your shoulders and took the cigarette from his fingers. You brought it up to your mouth and inhaled as you noticed both of them staring at you. "what?" you asked confused, exhaling the smoke. they looked at each with an understanding look, as if they had been thinking the same thing. Jamie wet his lips while joe bit down a smirk. Jamie opened his mouth to say something just as the event organizer appeared beside you "You have to get in, the next interview is about to start"
You were absolutely exhausted. As much as doing interviews all day sounded fun, it was actually extremely draining. You had just now finished doing press for today and you, Joe, and Jamie had decided to go to the hotel's bar to drink something. "You know, you were right this morning" you said as you sat down on one of the stools in front of the counter. "I'm sure I was, but about what exactly?" Jamie smiled. "me being stressed" you explained. "I don't know." you bit your lower lip "it's just that all of those people constantly asking me the same questions over and over again and having to smile and be polite all the time and having to wake up at 5 after having gone to bed at 2" you caught your breath "It's just a lot, y'know?" The two of them looked at each other and then at you, there was something in their eyes you couldn't decipher, but they looked like they were talking without actually emitting any sounds. The silence was killing you. "I'm sorry" you smiled to relieve the tension "That was" you cleared your throat "that was a lot to take in, I'm sorry." "Oh no. It's totally fine. I'm sorry you feel that way Y/N" Joseph immediately intervened. "yeah darling, that must be awful" Jamie said sweetly. "let me buy you a drink" Joe offered "Oh thanks" you smiled up at him, as he reciprocated. As the barman put on the counter each of your drinks you immediately picked up yours and took a big sip. God, you needed that. just as you did the two men beside you looked at each other again, the same look in their eyes, the same understanding passing between them. "You know, as much as alcohol helps relieve stress, there's one method that's unmatched" Jamie said, as he picked up his glass, his eyes never leaving you. "oh, god if you're suggesting we do drugs I'm gonna respectfully decline. every time I smoked pot in high school I started believing that my friends were plotting my murder" you spat out, making them chuckle. "No, No, sweetheart. That's not what Jamie meant." Joe looked at you with a knowing smirk. You looked at them confusedly as they smiled at each other for a brief second before focusing back on you. Joe placed a hand on your thigh as he leaned into your ear "They say orgasm is the best remedy" A shiver made its way through your whole body. You swallowed thickly as he leaned away, his hand not leaving your body. "I-I-" you blushed "I-I-don't understand" you mumbled, making both of them grin. "Well" Jamie placed his hand on your other thigh, and you swore you could feel your heart pounding in your throat "we don't want you to be stressed" he said with a low voice. "We really don't" Joe stoked your thigh with his thumb "And we'd like to help" he bit his lip. "What kinds of friends would we be if we didn't offer to?" Jamie asked. You felt hot. like really hot. like you needed to take a cold shower and then sleep in an igloo naked hot. You were pretty sure your whole face was red by now and that you had stopped breathing approximately a minute ago. Were they being serious? Was this some kind of twisted joke? It was all so confusing. "I-I don't know" you stuttered shyly. Jamie wet his lips "We're gonna treat you well Y/N" "really well sweetheart, you don't have to worry" Joe whispered. Why was this turning you on so much? "I-but-" you muttered as you looked at their hands on your legs. "Darling " Jamie toom your chin with his fingers, making you look up at him."It's just a way to relieve some stress" he said softly. "It's gonna be fun sweetheart, I promise" Joe whispered to your ear, as another shiver went down your spine. "O-Ok" you whispered They looked at you, you didn't know if it was surprise or satisfaction you could see on their faces. "Ok" you said, more surely this time as you nodded at them. "Good girl"
  You were trying really hard not to make your hand shake as you opened your room's door. Was this really happening? You opened the door and got in, followed by both of them. You walked up to the middle of the room and stopped as you turned around. The sound of your own breathing was the only noise you could hear. "So" you swallowed nervously "H-how does this work?" you asked. You really had no idea. They both glanced at each other before turning to you. "Is this the first time you've done it this way?" Joe asked You nodded shyly as he bit his lip, contemplating what to do. "It's like you would normally do" Jamie explained "We can start by just kissing" Joe said with a nice voice, like he was doing anything to make you at ease. "You'd like that?" You nodded as you bit your lip. "Good" Joe said, as he stepped in front of you." very good" he whispered as he leaned into you and stopped a second to glance at your eyes before gently placing his lips on yours. you felt bubbles jump and burst into your stomach as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to get a better angle. He tugged you closer as his hands found your waist and his tongue made its way into your mouth, twisting together with yours. You whimpered softly as you felt Jamie's hands land on your back while he placed his mouth on your neck, starting a slow trail of kisses. Jamie's hands slid lower until he found your ass and he started caressing it as Joe's hands came up to cup your face, deepening the kiss. Your fingers found the back of his neck, sliding into his hair as you moaned softly at the feeling of both of their mouths on you. Joseph grinned into the kiss before leaning away. You frowned confused "It's his turn" he whispered against your mouth, as you felt Jamie's hands come up to your waist and turn you around swiftly. You squeaked surprised and weren't even given the time to fully stabilize before he pressed his lips onto yours. This kiss was diffrent,harser...hungrier. His hands made their way to your back as he pulled you closer. You felt Joe's fingers trail down your whole body as he admired you. His fingers found the hem of your skirt as his mouth sucked on a spot on your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt everywhere on your body. his fingers made their way under your skirt and he started slowly caressing his way from your ass to your core, feeling the wet spot on your panties. He hissed just as he did "She's already wet" he groaned. Jamie took your bottom lip between his teeth and looked at you maliciously before giving your lips another quick peck and leaning away. your legs were already feeling like jelly. "get on the bed" Jamie commended, and you looked at him briefly before obeying. You sat on the bed and they darted at each other, the same mute communication traveling between them. You swallowed nervously as they walked toward you. Without saying anything, Joe got to his knees between your legs and looked up at you, while Jamie sat behind you on the bed. "I'm gonna take this off" Joe breathed out, as his hands found the waistband of your skirt. "And I'm gonna take this off" Jamie whispered to your ear, as his fingers started unbuttoning your blouse. Your breathing got faster and faster as you found yourself more and more naked, more...vulnerable. The desire in your belly was increasingly growing. "You need to get on all fours sweetheart" Joe said coyly, and you obeyed, having gotten more eager. in front of you now was Jamie, looking at you with his penetrating blue eyes. You felt Joe's hands find your panties as he pulled them downs agonizingly slowly, making you whimper. "Oh,Y/N" he whispered as he passed two of his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices and making you moan faintly. You were so turned on, every touch was heightened and felt like ice on your boiling skin. You pushed your waist back, desperately trying to lean into his face. "Oh baby" he murmured amused before he licked a stripe of your pussy, and groaned with delight "You taste so good" he licked you again "She really does" he told Jamie before gripping your waist and starting to suck on your clit. "Oh fuck Joe!" you screamed Jamie chuckled " as much as I enjoy those sounds, I think there's a better use to that mouth right now," he said, gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He quickly undid his zipper as you kept moaning from the pleasure. Jamie's cock sprang from his boxers and you froze for a second. Oh god, that was big. You gulped and looked up at him with concern "Don't worry darling. I'll be gentle" he reassured you as he placed his tip on the entrance of your already slightly open mouth. You wet your lips and inhaled before taking him in. He groaned loudly at the feeling, and you started bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks to please him even more. You felt Joe's fingers enter you and you moaned onto Jamie's cock as you continued moving your head. His hands came up to your head and he gathered your hair up away from your face in a fist, using it to guide your movements. You felt tears stream down your face as he pushed himself into your mouth and blocked your head down on his cock for a few moments, making you gag. You caught your breath as he let you go, but had to quickly hold it again as he choked you on his cock once more, this time for longer. "Oh fuck" he muttered, before letting you go. You could feel your orgasm building up from Joe's tongue movements, and you moaned loudly as you bobbed your head on Jamie's cock. "Oh no Y/N" Jamie said, his breathing ragged "You can't come yet" he smirked," We have just gotten started darling" he smirked, before pulling his cock out of your mouth as Joe stopped his movements. You whined as your pussy clenched around nothing, being denied its release. Joseph chuckled as Jamie wiped some tears off your face, got up from the bed, and walked beside him. "You missed out" Jamie said, almost out of breath. "I'm sure there'll be another time" joe answered "You ready darling?" Jamie asked, stoking your ass. "Yes please yes" you begged "now that's what I like to hear" he mumbled as he positioned himself between you and pushed into you harshly. "Oh fuck!" you cried out, as he bottomed out completely and his balls hit your ass. "God, you're so fucking tight Y/N" he groaned as he started moving in and out of you fast. "OH MY GOD JAM-" you shouted as he kept his pace, making you bounce with each thrust. You heard Joseph unzip his pants as you felt your orgasm already building up inside your belly. You turned to your right and saw Joe stroking himself while looking at you, more specifically darting between your tits bouncing beneath you, your pussy getting stretched out and your face making desperate faces. "I-I " you breathed out "I-I'm close" you stuttered, looking at Joe who was now looking directly at you, his hand not stopping. "Oh no baby" he spoke "You gotta wait" he said coyly, bending down to be at your level. "You can't come until I say so" he whispered against your mouth before kissing you quickly. You arched your back as Jamie continued pounding into you relentlessly. The pressure in your lower belly constantly growing. "p-please" you cried out "Please I'm almost there" you pleaded. "no sweetheart" he stroked your cheek and leaned into your ear "I wanna feel that pussy come around my cock" he said, getting up again. "Oh f-fuck" you moaned, as Jamie put a hand on your back to have more leverage. "God you feel amazing Y/N" he growled as his thrusts became more sloppy. "So fucking tight darling" he continued, as you bit your lip, desperately concentrating on not coming. "God" he hissed "My fucking go-" he groaned loudly as he came, pulling out of you a moment before and shooting his cold cum all over your back. You tried to catch your breath when you felt Joseph's cock pushing into you, making you gasp loudly. "Oh, Shit" you cried out. The feeling was different, his cock felt thicker than Jamie's and it was stretching you out in a completely different manner. he groaned as he felt your tight pussy clench around him. "you were right" he told Jamie before he started moving in and out of you "she's fucking tight" he hissed. "Joseph- fuck" you moaned "take it all sweetheart" he cooed you "take it baby" he said as he thrusted hard into you. "F-Fuck" you stuttered. you were a mess. Your hair was in your face, your knees hurt, your face was all sweaty and all you were able to do was produce meaningless moans. But you didn't care. You needed to come. the room filled with your moans, Joe's grunts, and the sound of the bed creaking underneath you as he kept pounding into you. "I'm close" you exhaled "please" you begged as a tear streamed down your face "please" you whispered faintly as the orgasm in your belly formed itself again. You doubted this time you could have held it, even if you would have wanted. "please what sweetheart?" Joe grunted You moaned, as his fingers found your clit and started circling it fast. You moaned loudly "What are you begging for Y/N?" he gripped your ass, pushing into you even harder "use your words" "I-" you tried "I- want to come, Joseph, please please please, let me come" you pleaded. He groaned "you're so fucking hot when you beg" "come sweetheart" he hissed, not stopping "Come all over my cock Y/N". Those words were enough to send you over the edge as you came immediately, screaming and moaning his name incoherently. Your pussy clenched tightly around him and he couldn't help but come at the feeling, pumping into you all of his cum while grunting your name. "Fuck" he said out of breath as he pulled out. You fell onto the bed and turned yourself around, just to see both of them staring smugly at you. You smiled blissfully at them, through half-lidded eyes. "I'm not feeling stressed anymore"
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edenmemes · 2 years
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stranger things s4 starters
❝ how are you feeling today? ❞   ❝ what have you done? ❞   ❝ you speak of monsters, superheroes. that’s the stuff of myth and fairytales. ❞   ❝ are you stalking me or something? ❞   ❝ i know it’s a lot of blood, but you’re going to be okay. ❞   ❝ it’s like you’re not even here anymore. it’s like you’re a ghost. ❞   ❝ i can only help you if you’re truthful. if you open up to me. ❞   ❝ it’s okay to not be okay. ❞   ❝ even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it. can’t admit you’re wrong. ❞   ❝ it’s just scary to open up like that. to say how you really feel. especially to people you care about the most. ❞   ❝ i think maybe a part of me died that day too. ❞   ❝ it looks like a fairytale. a dream. ❞   ❝ everyone looks at me like...like i’m a monster. ❞   ❝ you start to believe all the things they say. that this place is cursed. ❞   ❝ do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind? ❞   ❝ look, i’m just trying to turn that frown upside down. ❞   ❝ this year is my year. i can feel it. ❞   ❝ i’m afraid you can become lost in the darkness. ❞   ❝ why do you keep pushing me away? ❞   ❝ i want today to be about me and you. ❞   ❝ if they wanna find out who you are, they will. ❞   ❝ please, just go away. ❞   ❝ only by facing all of ourselves, the good and the bad, can we become whole. ❞   ❝ i play that moment back in my head all the time. ❞   ❝ so much has happened since you left. ❞   ❝ did i survive? no, i assure you, i am still very much in hell. ❞   ❝ you are scared. you’re tired. you are injured. ❞   ❝ you’re not what i thought you’d be like. ❞   ❝ i just want to say thanks for saving my ass back there. ❞   ❝ hey, we don’t need to do this. ❞   ❝ you think because you demonstrate some talent that you’re somehow immune to the rules? ❞   ❝ why is this on me? why am i the bad guy? ❞   ❝ never tell me the odds. ❞   ❝ i don’t even know how to describe it. i’ve never seen anything like it. ❞   ❝ there’s nothing to worry about. okay? ❞   ❝ sorry. didn’t mean to scare you. ❞   ❝ now, where does it hurt? ❞   ❝ this place and the people here are not what you think. ❞   ❝ i am different. i do not belong. ❞   ❝ so, um, are we just not gonna talk about it? ❞   ❝ just try to take some deep breaths. ❞   ❝ if i show you something, you wouldn’t tell anyone, right? ❞   ❝ people just change, okay? that’s it. ❞   ❝ you gotta stop pretending to be someone else. ❞   ❝ i was so excited to see you, it was hard to breathe. ❞   ❝ i’ll smile as i watch them die a slow, agonizing death. ❞   ❝ thirty seconds or i leave without you, okay? ❞   ❝ well, well. aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? ❞   ❝ i...i didn’t mean to scare you. ❞   ❝ looks like it’s gonna be up to us again. ❞   ❝ i’m sorry. i’m having trouble understanding any of this. ❞   ❝ i believe you are our best hope. our only hope. ❞   ❝ you’re bright red in the face right now. ❞   ❝ i think it’ll be easier if we’re a team. ❞   ❝ you can’t run from me. ❞   ❝ we’re running out of time here. the world is running out of time. ❞   ❝ everyone i love, i hurt. ❞   ❝ you don’t even seem nervous. i’m impressed. ❞   ❝ what if i’m not good? what if i’m the monster? ❞   ❝ do you flee or stand your ground and fight? ❞   ❝ in dark days like this, we need something to believe in. ❞   ❝ what you’ve been through, what you’re still going through...it’s a lot for anyone. ❞   ❝ i’m not moping. ❞   ❝ there’s not that many. we can take ‘em. ❞   ❝ you remind me of someone. someone i used to know very well. ❞   ❝ we have a big fight ahead of us. ❞   ❝ so, that is it? you give up, then? ❞   ❝ did you get some rest? i have a feeling you’re gonna need it. ❞   ❝ it’s okay. you can admit it. no more lies. ❞   ❝ sounds too good to be true, yes? ❞   ❝ you’ll have to excuse the staring. you’re a bit of a celebrity. ❞   ❝ do you really expect me to believe anything you have to say? ❞   ❝ the way you looked at me. you...you were scared of me. ❞   ❝ small world, isn’t it? it’s a small world. ❞ ❝ i promise i’m gonna stop asking this, but...you’re seeing that too, right? ❞   ❝ i’ve really missed that. your laugh. ❞   ❝ i will do anything for you. ❞   ❝ you have demons in your past. ❞   ❝ you have more important things to worry about. ❞       ❝ i actually thought you’d be kinda mean and scary. ❞   ❝ i don’t want you to go. ❞   ❝ i’ve given you everything you asked for. i’ve compromised my principles. i’ve risked my life. ❞   ❝ you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? ❞   ❝ or what? are you gonna shoot me? ❞   ❝ they’re laughing. at you. they think you’re weak. ❞   ❝ i know. you’re frightened of me. ❞ ❝ like i said...we’re alike, you and i. ❞   ❝ who knew something so small could cause so much trouble? ❞       ❝ you know, i think there’s a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. ❞   ❝ if you want to make it out of here alive, you must do exactly as i say. ❞   ❝ i understand the stakes quite well. ❞   ❝ you can’t hurt me more than they already have. ❞   ❝ whatever comes out of there...hold your ground. ❞   ❝ you...you’re not supposed to be here. ❞   ❝ you know you can talk to me. ❞   ❝ i know what it’s like to be different. ❞   ❝ you helped me. now i help you. ❞   ❝ i don’t believe in all that supernatural crap, all right? ❞   ❝ why are you staring at me? ❞   ❝ see? there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❞ ❝ imagine what we could do together. ❞   ❝ the more you move, the more this is gonna hurt. ❞   ❝ no one ever comes out here. we’re safe. ❞   ❝ i’m going to try to forget you said any of that. ❞   ❝ my heart can’t take it anymore. ❞   ❝ for a while i tried to be happy. normal. ❞  
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love-toxin · 1 year
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Can you do werewolf Steve in heat and “the second we’re alone you’re mine” ?
ellie's halloween sentence starters!
xi. "The second we're alone, you're mine." 
(cws: werewolf steve, heat cycles, drinking/alcohol, oral, breeding kink, squirting, teeny bit of degradation, aggressive mating instincts, fem reader)
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It was quite the easy costume this year--if not a little on the nose. Your cape swishes about your knees, red as the maraschino cherry in your drink, and you sip it knowing that this is probably one of the only times of the year that you'll be out and about with your boyfriend at your side.
Steve's different now. The Upside Down changed him mentally, of course, because who wouldn't have PTSD after all the things he witnessed? But the physical changes have been more disruptive, and you're certain he struggles with them more himself than you could ever imagine. He can't often brave the world outside when it's so hard to hide his appearance, but tonight, you've got the opportunity to let loose a little and have some fun. Nobody would question Steve's fluffy ears or his tail swishing behind him at this party, nor the even more excessive furriness of his already hairy chest--because tonight, Halloween reigns supreme, and all the attention your boyfriend has garnered has been nothing but good. You've overheard the "sweet costume, dude!"s and "you two are so cute, Steve!"s for the past hour, but the man that's disappeared to get another drink hasn't said much in response. He's just been looking at you over the lip of his cup, draining one after another while you stand and chat with your friends.
"Hey," Your gaze snaps away from Robin in her little witch costume, and Nancy with her hair primped up to mimic Sandy Olsson, to watch your boyfriend stagger over and sling a heavy arm around your shoulders while slurring in your ear. "Gimme kiss,"
Steve's already leaning in, breath hot and foggy on your skin, and grazes your lips with a drunken smooch just long enough to get a taste before you're pushing him gently off of you. He's not usually this touchy in public, when he's in public at all--he may be drunk, but it's weird of him even still, because he's never been like that with you. You keep batting his hands away as they try to cup your cheek, slip under your cloak, and trying to keep up your conversation with the girls to no avail. And just as you're getting the most frustrated-
"The second we're alone, you're mine."
-He drops that bomb on you. The growl of his voice warns you exactly of what's gearing up to happen, and you're sure that if you don't get Steve out of here soon, he's going to throw you down and fuck you right in the middle of this party.
So you say a quick goodbye, both Nancy and Robin falling silent and taking knowing sips of their drinks as you manhandle your boyfriend out of the living room, and watching your back as you push him past your confused hosts and out the front door of the house. His car isn't far, but neither are you from him.
"S'what I'm talkin' about," He mouths at your cheek, grinning with canines far too sharp for any human, his hand slipping down your ass. "Right on the front porch..."
"Keep moving!" You hiss, not bothering to move that hand away even though he's groping you in full view of the windows. You push and pull and yank him all the way down to the curb, your head jerking from side to side to try and spot his car--and when you don't, you panic, a shaky string of curses escaping you as you desperately try to think of a plan better than the bushes. Your own body is starting to become uncooperative now, too, and you have to clench your thighs together almost like you have to pee to try and keep the pressure at bay. You spend so much time with Steve and his other unsuccessful attempts at breeding you, so your body has become accustomed to sensing your....mate's....needs. It still feels weird to refer to him as that.
Your savior ends up tapping you on the shoulder, his voice soft and quiet like he's trying not to make his presence too known.
"Eddie?" You whisper incredulously, your eyes dropping to spot the rustling around his pocket as he stuffs something green into it--something like a wad of cash, which is the only reason he would be at a party like this, or a party at all. Despite being your close friend and thus always having an invitation whether people want him there or not, like tonight, he usually just hangs around outside with a cigarette and a lunchbox full of drugs to sell. He looks a little disheveled himself, but not like Steve does, and with a shared glance he finally jerks his thumb towards the end of the curb where his van is parked rather conspicuously.
"Oh, Eddie, I-"
"Just clean up whatever mess you make," He sighs, both of you hating how much he's aware of like he's looking straight through you. Steve growls softly by your arm, and that's Eddie's cue to back away for fear of what his friend's possessive instincts will do to him if he hangs around you too long. "And keep wolfie here from tearing up my seats."
He disappears with a smile full of sympathy back around the side of the house, but not before he presses his keys into your palm and flicks his curly hair over his shoulder as he walks. Eddie's shockingly understanding for someone so picky, but then again, Steve did save his life, so-
"You smell so fuckin' good..."
You've got no time to think about it any more. Steve's gonna be ready to pop at any moment, and the fact that he can't stop drooling and getting it all over your mary janes as you hurry down the sidewalk is more than evident of that. You're able to hustle fast enough to tug open the back door of Eddie's van, shaded on the corner by a streetlight that's burned out, but it's not fast enough for your boyfriend. You feel yourself being lifted up off your toes as soon as you turn to tell him to get in, and he throws you back to land relatively softly on the mess of blankets and a pillow Eddie's stored back there for impromptu road trips with the gang.
Your world spins for a second, the door shutting hard and locking quickly in the meanwhile, and when you sit up to say your piece a hand pushes on your chest and pins you back against the floor.
"Steve-"
"Thought I was good," He mumbles, his pants falling victim to his strong and frantic fingers as he hurries to get them down, if not off completely. "Scent's too strong.."
"S'okay, baby," You whisper back, threading both hands through his hair and coming to rest on his fuzzy ears. "Just do what feels good. Get it all out."
"You're too good for me," He whines, pitiful and soft, but hungry. "Lift the skirt up. Flip over."
It shouldn't feel so lewd when Steve's already so intimately aware of all your skin and bones from the inside out, but it is, the simple act of flipping up your skirt and turning on to your belly while your boyfriend picks up your cape and pushes it aside. He loved the idea of your Red Riding Hood costume before you even put it on. You could wiggle your panties down your legs to get them out of the wsy yourself, but Steve makes short work of them and yanks them down in one tug without stopping to admire how they cling to your soft, slick flesh. His hands come to rest on the backs of your thighs, slowly inching them apart with time he doesn't have to spare--and he dips his head between them, leading you to jolt in shock and a squeak when his tongue flicks out to taste you.
"Oh! Steve-! Y-You don't have to-"
"Shut up," He threatens, eyes flickering with lust in the rearview mirror. Eating you out is no surprise, but the way he's doing it from...from behind...that is. He wastes no time burying his face in deep, tongue making you feel so small with the way it laves over you in short, quick strokes, and Steve gulps like he's drinking you up from a cup--and he is, because you're just getting wetter and wetter the more attention he pays to your pussy. You could swear it's like his best friend, he treats her so nice.
Steve moans into you, gasps for air with each pseudo-delicate kiss placed on your clit, and you can tell by the way the van is starting to sway that he must be humping against the floor while he does so. He's so hungry, so in need, and yet he never fails to spare the time to make you feel like a princess. A dirty princess maybe, but a princess nonetheless.
"Gotta fuck you," He huffs with one last suck for everything you've got left, and leaves your hips to drop and shiver against the floor once he sits up and stops bracing them up. The slick, shucking sounds behind you let you know he's readying himself up, aided in part with a swipe of two fingers through your soaked folds to lube himself up even more. He's always so much more swollen during that time of the month--a lot harder to fit inside sometimes, if he's not careful. "Hit me if it hurts."
He always says that, and it never does. Steve's not a masochist (that you know of) but he's always told you not to be gentle if he does something you don't like. If he needs to be shoved, kicked, pinched, or punched, you have free reign to do all of the above to get his attention so he'll stop, because in times like these, speaking up doesn't always get through that haze of desire that sparks up so strongly in the full moon.
"G-God, I need a trim....sorry sweetheart...might feel weird..." He groans, the warm, velvety tip aching at your entrance to be welcomed in--and in a long, deep stroke, Steve's burying inches and inches inside you and gasping so loud he has to brace his hand between your shoulder blades for balance. It does feel weird, Stevie's thick, wiry bush scraping along your behind and granting you a slight tickle to your clit when they touch, but his hair is a part of him and it certainly doesn't make you less wet for him when it feels so thick and manly pressed up against you. And aside from that, you can feel the weight of his tail wagging when he starts to rear his hips back for a thrust, and you know it's straightening out like a rod and his ears are twitching when he drops his full weight on top of you and sinks like a stone all the way to the hilt.
"Fuck!" He cries, his other hand slamming into the side of the van--not out of frustration, but ecstasy. The way Steve reacts when he's fucking you makes you feel like some kind of sex god, the way he loses all composure and throws every ounce of strength into beating your holes raw, just like he's doing right now. Each one pins you to the floor, he doesn't even need his other hand to hold you there anymore, and Steve bends over far enough that you can feel his chest hair folding into his pecs as his squishes his chest into your back. Any remaining space doesn't remain space for long, not when Steve wants to be so deep inside you you're practically indistinguishable from each other.
"Shit, knot's already coming," Steve warns after a few more thrusts, each one harder and deeper than the last. He's bruising you on every one but you don't care, just as long as he's getting out all that pent up aggression from his heat rolling in--and as long as he keeps putting pressure on that spot inside you that you swear makes your clit jolt with pleasure each time it's pressed from the inside. Thank god you don't have to piss, because you would've done so already with how rough he's being...but there's another feeling bubbling up, a need that keeps growing and growing until you can feel the coil inside you bending hard enough to snap. "I can feel it, fuck, I can feel it baby...this'll be it, this'll be the time I fucking knock you up..."
Steve throws his head back again to gurgle out a string of intense curses, before it drops back down and that fluffy mane of hair rubs against your cheek as he seals his lips against your skin. That familiar churning in the lowest area of your stomach drags your attention away from the teeth nibbling at your skin, and you can feel Steve's hips slowing, your body's grip around him tightening and squeezing taut until it's almost too much to bear--and then one good, deep thrust fits him all the way inside, and his knot is pressed all the way up against your womb. Right where it should be.
"St-Stevie.." Your whimpers luckily reach his fluffy ears, and he nuzzles your cheek while turning his head to plant a kiss there. He won't move until it's softened completely, and those clear spurts of precum make way for pumps of milky seed as he he keeps emptying his balls inside you.
"My princess..." He moans into your ear, a smile following it up with chuckles from both of you. But you can feel it when it drops, and he snarls. "Gonna make you fucking squirt for me. Think you can get away without cumming?"
Both hands come up to drag you down further on his cock, knot squishing up against your tender cervix as if he could stick it inside if he tried hard enough. He's making proper sure that you're stuck--and only then do his hands descend, making a beeline for your puffy clit that's been ravaged by his body hair. He touches it gently, pushes it between the fingers on each hand, and plays with it so carefully the lack of pressure actually makes you squirm more. So much time without him rubbing you there has built up a dam, and within seconds of him granting you that gloriously firm pressure you were so antsy for, your brain drops into your feet and you can't conjure up any thought to save your life. Not even the preventative ones to keep you from screaming Steve's name for all the passersby to hear, and he doesn't stop you either, because nothing satiates those possessive instincts better than for Steve to hear his mate sob for him when he couldn't be any closer to you.
His touches have led to you soaking him from the waist down and matting his hair down to stick to his skin, and your beautiful body has sucked out so much of what he's been saving up that it's dribbling into a pool beneath you--and you both know how pissed Eddie's gonna be when you fail to scrub that stain out, but it won't dampen the sweet kisses Steve peppers you with and the praise for being such a darling girl for him as you both come down from the high of a successful rut. You're the best. The best mate he could ever ask for.
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eddieismissing · 2 years
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fangs. part one. return from the upside down. // steddie x reader
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part two. || part three. || part four.
plot: eddie wasn’t dead. he could never leave his girl to face the world without him, he would do anything to make sure you were okay … even if he was a little bit different. 
pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings : 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, dark content, this part is just story building, angst, fluff, eventual smut (pt2), rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent. poly relationship.
a/n: this chapter is mostly slow burn & plot to define my headcanons and the steddie dynamic!! im happy with how it came out :) enjoy.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed.
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eddie’s light headed but he slowly comes to. steve was the last person he remembers having a conversation with. he yells out his name.
‘s— s-steve!!! fucking hell…’ he gasped and grabbed his sides.
his shirt was damp. lifting his hand closer to his face, eddie’s eyes grew wide staring at his hand covered in blood. there was so much of it. he looked down at himself to somehow better understand the damage. his hellfire shirt he would always let you borrow was ruined. torn to almost shreds, drenched in blood, and covered in dirt stains from the upside down. he froze. the upside down. he was still in this awful place. alone.
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steve was sat in his room holding his phone. contemplating a phone call. he trembled while taking a few deep breaths. remembering the events that had taken place just a few days ago. steve had lost his best friend. tears pooled in his eyes. anxiety riddled his chest. he couldn’t imagine what you were going though. he diverted his gaze to his office chair that sat in his room next to his desk. avoiding the tears that were close to falling down his cheeks. eddie’s DIO vest was sat on the back of the chair. he had given it to steve after he sustained a few injuries to his sides. well, and eddie wasn’t really here to take it back either. steve finally pushed the dial button listening to the ringing tone in his ear.
 ‘please don’t be mad at me…’ he worried.
the phone rang suddenly. you jumped out of your skin as you reached for it knowing damn well that no one should be calling you after ten. especially while you were dealing with the loss of your boyfriend. your precious boy. he was gone. tears grew around the corners of your eyes again as you were reminded. grief overtook your existence now. every waking moment. you sniffled and cleared your throat to pick up the phone. your voice was more hoarse than you expected. like you had just overcome a head cold.
‘hello??’ the line was quiet on the other end.
‘h-hello?’ you stuttered.
you gripped the line of the phone thinking one of those basketball mouthbreathers were playing another sick prank on you.
‘hey…’ the voice was familiar this time.
steve spoke on the other line, what came next was fast and jumbled. it was a trait he developed himself while hanging out with robin in his downtime.
‘i am so sorry to call you so late, i know, but I just really needed to reach out to you and make sure you’re okay. something feels off, i know you’re still dealing with stuff. i’m still dealing with stuff too! i just know eddie would’ve wanted me to make sure you’re taken care of. he asked me before he..’
a pause. neither of you meddled on it. ignoring steve’s comment to the best of your ability.
‘… just understand. i made it out of the upside down to take care of you.’
another pause. this one was much more awkward.
‘… for eddie of course. for him.’ he finally finished.
steve takes a deep breath. hoping that he didn’t confess anything to serious or make things awkward. you were so important to him. he wont admit it —ego was to frail to take a blow like that— but he was really glad you pick up his call. before he could form anymore coherent thoughts you started to laugh. roaring laughter sounded from the other end of his line. really, you were a mess of emotion. what steve confessed stuck out to you. you’ve been unable to deal with your grief by yourself. they were right to look after you. eddie was right to send steve to your rescue. how did he do it? somehow your sweet and selfless freak was still checking up on you. even from the after life. tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you chuckled.
‘steve, thank you.’ was all you could manage.
you both paused. not sure what to say next. it remained quiet on both ends for a bit. both of you were lost in thought about memories the two of you shared with eddie, and eachother. the three of you had grown quite close as you took on new adventures with the kids and the rest of the teens. that’s precisely why you were in this situation. you tried not to point the blame at anyone or get lost in your head. instead you spoke softly to steve,
‘i know how close you were becoming with eddie.’ your voice was drained.
this you knew was true. steve and eddie had always hated each other throughout highschool. just two weeks ago before you found yourself wrapped up in this ‘cult of vecna’ shit. eddies opinion on steve woulve been harsh. now? you’d definitely like to hear what eddie had to say about the ‘king of hawkins high’ himself. you both started hanging out with nancy, robin, a fun group of kids steve babysat, and steve more frequently. this made you all grow closer, quite fast. maybe that changed eddie’s opinion. that was something you knew you’d never have the answer for. before the week that changed your lives occurred, the metalhead often went on tangents telling you how much of an ass steve seemed to be. he had rich parents, was a snob, and could have anyone he pleased. you thought maybe eddie was jealous of steve, but really why would he be. you. his most prized possession. you were eddie’s girl. steve could admit he was always envious of this fact, but in this new blooming friendship mixed with the feelings he had previously had for you, a feeling filled his chest with warmth. steve couldn’t tell who he was more envious of. was it eddie? or was it you? he always shook it off. decided he was just lovesick and wanted to experience the puppy love you both shared. yeah, he was dealing with a lot himself. steve bit his finger to keep it from dancing across his lips as you spoke.
‘he was always so jealous of you, steve. he didn’t mean it though … id hope, for your sake.’ you let out a small giggle to hide the crack in your voice.
‘..im so glad you were there with him in his last moments.’ you said.
he winced before sighing deeply. remembering eddie passing in his arms. steve was the only one who went to check on eddie when he didn’t come back through to the overworld. yeah, they had a love hate relationship, but steve really was closer with eddie. they were trauma bonded after all. small talk often slipped into full extravagant conversations as your group of friends took over hawkins. they figured if they had the same taste in women, maybe they had more things in common too. they were inseparable almost immediately. when eddie went missing, something in steve snapped. he traversed the upside down alone looking for the cowardly man. steve hoped to find him in one piece, but sadly he faced the worst. he rushed to aid eddie in anyway he could. holding him in his arms. steve knew that eddie was a main source of happiness for you, and he understood now. eddie wasn’t what he seemed. he was a bubbly ray of sunshine. sure, he definitely looked like a mean biker that would walk into a bar and pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. that aside, he really was just navigating the game of life as best he could. he possessed wild, loving, kind, and heartfelt emotions. they shared stories, and steve watched how you kissed eddie’s cheeks, or held his sides when you tugged on him wanting attention. steve loved watching the two of you shamelessly grope each other. it was a guilty pleasure for him. he wanted nothing more than to reunite the two of you. sadly, that would never happen. his lights flickered again as he thought back to the traumatic situation. he spoke over the phone in a sadder tone now,
‘yeah, of course. he was a good guy. just let me know if you need something. please. i’m always here.’ he assured.
you went to thank him and talk more about the love you shared for the sweet boy you both adored, but the dial tone sounded in your ear. the conversation seemed to be cut short as the line died.
‘steve? hello?’ *silence*
nothing. you spoke but no one answered. a soft hum from the empty line filled the speaker. you shook your anxiety away as you closed your eyes. laying the phone on your chest you took a deep breathe. the rest of the strength you possessed was used when you put the phone back on the bedside table next to your favorite stuffed bear. one eye, and a cute white shirt on. you rolled back over into bed you looked down at your necklace and held the charm in your palm. it was your favorite locket. you opened it to view the photo inside. it was a photo of eddie that you had taken when he was sat on your bed after he climbed through the window on evening. pure eddie fashion. you kissed the photo goodnight and went to bed. a deep, stressful sigh filled your lungs. nervousness grew in your chest thinking back to the phone call. why did he hangup so suddenly? you avoided the unease and rolled over to get comfortable. steve would be okay. surely. he always was.
•ʚ♡ɞ•
steve had a dumb look on his face as he heard the dial tone loudly in his right ear. his lights still flickering as he sat the phone down. he looked even more confused as he realized the lights illuminating his stripped walls were flashing on and off in some sort of pattern. he had seen one of the kids do it before.
‘...maybe it was henderson…? no, no, it was definitely sinclair…?’
the clueless boy he spoke out loud. he whispered to himself often. it made him feel less crazy. he also thought it helped him think better. standing up now off his bed he studied the lights.
‘S.O.S.’
still not understanding he focused his eyes on the lights and tapped his fingers against his tight jeans, he mocked the pattern.
‘eddie’ he spoke with determination.
his dark eye’s were glowing from the light that bounced off the lamp shade. steve remembered eddie mentioning to nancy how he knew only ‘S.O.S.’ in morse code. nancy just scoffing and staring at him in pure judgment. steve thinks back to the memory.
‘that counts, right?’ eddie said with uncertainty.
those were some of eddie’s last words. if only they knew. maybe the group could’ve done something different? steve still thought his little knowledge he had on the subject was cool. the lights continued to flicker. steve jumped off his feet. still in his pjs. he rushed around his rooms looking for his key items. he threw a yellow sweatshirt over his old crop top he wore to sleep, and threw on his pants. grabbing his keys, a flashlight, his bat, steve threw open his bedroom door. walking swiftly out of his room before turning and grabbing one last thing. he picked up the cloth that laid on the chair next to his desk. eddie’s battle vest. with determination filling his chest. he sighed and spoke to himself,
‘this better be you, man.’ he ran out of the room.
steve jumped in his car and headed towards the forest that surrounded his friends old trailer, the last place he had seen his friend.
•ʚ♡ɞ•
eddie carelessly walked around the upside down, fearing nothing. the large trees danced over him, threatening him with their presence. his nerves caused him to drift off his path he had followed for the past hour. he walked down a street that seemed familiar now, accidentally stumbling upon harrington’s house.
‘ah, shit.’ he giggled.
he thought back to all the times he wasn’t invited to the parties steve would host because he was the school ‘freak.’ the memories were bitter sweet. after all, steve harrington was the first person to ever call eddie his infamous nickname. now it didn’t really matter. they were more mature. eddie saw steve in a different light. however, to say it didn’t sting was unreasonable. in eddie’s defense, he was really trying to look past all those times in highschool the ‘king’ had shoved him into his locker, made a snarky comment about his interest, took his lunch, or even tried to get with his crush. he was totally trying to see steve in a different light. ‘freak’ still hurt, but eddie learned to love it. that nickname slowly manifested into something more. it turned him into who he was today. sometimes, he would even ask you to moan it back into his mouth as he kissed you. wish steve knew that.
•ʚ♡ɞ•
eddie gets lost in another thought thinking of you. god, he really fucking missed you. two days without you and he couldn’t get you out of his head. he remembers a time during his first senior year. eddie watched you from the street in his van. steve threw a pool party every year and made sure you were on the guestlist. always. just to piss him off. he was sure of it. this one was to celebrate graduation. you were a junior but steve adored you so of course you and a few other junior girls were invited. it didn’t matter that eddie wasn’t graduating, he was glad he got held back so he had more time with you. he felt jealousy bubble up in his chest instantly. watching steve snake his arms around your waist in that tiny swimsuit was torture. he tried to pull his eyes away, honestly. but he was totally entranced by you. he watched steve hold you down before forcing you into the ice cold pool. you were playing in that dipshits pool.
‘oh jesus h christ’ eddie mumbled from the safety of his van.
you were such a flirt with all the guests. eddie was lost in his daydream. you had no idea what you were doing to him. you had no idea that eddie was watching you. your body looked amazing in that skimpy black swimsuit. it was a little too small since you hadn’t bought one since sophomore year. the two boys devoured you with their eyes. eddie cursed steve for being the one was able to gaze at you up close.
if eddie were in his shoes he would’ve made up some excuse to be a pervert. he even would’ve accidentally pulled the top string of your top so you would have to grab your chest and complain about needing a helping hand to tie it back. water dripped down your body as you wrapped yourself in a towel. eddie knew you were inexperienced, and a little careless around men. not knowing fully what they were thinking or even capable of. that drove him even crazier. drove steve crazy too. they both watched you, eddie a couple yards away and steve a few feet. eddie’s chest got hot and tight while watching harrington adjust his pants as you walked up to him sitting in a lawn chair.
‘i think im gonna head out, stevie.’ you said.
‘oh princess! leaving so soon? c’mon we could have another drink?’ he pointed to his cooler.
steve grabbed another beer before biting the can with his teeth. he shotgunned the can. hoping to impress you. a giggle left your throat and he smiled lighting a cigarette for his succession. eddie rolled his eyes. you continued to say your goodbyes to steve and went inside. leaving eddie’s sight. you went to gather your clothes so you could change out of your wet clothes and into something more comfortable. eddie started his van up knowing you would soon be walking out of the front door. steve’s big fancy entryway being hard to miss from where he was parked. he wanted to make sure you, of all people, didn't think he was some loser. watching you was maybe freak behavior but he loved you. obsessed with you since freshman year when you passed a note to him mentioning how you supported his efforts in starting a club. hellfire. which, for a fact, was doing very well. secondly. this meant that he liked you longer than stupid dipshit harrington. yet, he knew that if you caught him it would take even more effort to make you his. because why would someone as pretty and sweet as you ever really like the freak? especially when steve, your perfect boy next door, was begging for your attention any chance he got.
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eddie walked through the woods around steves house while thinking of you. completely lost in thought. he was woken up from his day dream as he bit his lip. a sharp pain. something wet and warm was dripping down his chin. blood. he moved his hand up to his lip he had just bit and realized he must’ve pierced himself with his teeth,
‘that’s strange.’ he mumbled.
he stuck his tongue against his pearls realizing they were sharper than before. as eddie was investigating his own mouth he heard a twig snap behind him. he wasn’t fearful or scared of the upside down anymore, he felt comfortable. however, this didn’t change his cowardly personality. hearing the sudden noise he decided to head towards steve’s house. 
the upside down made steve’s house look different. it was gross, colorless, and slimy. it’s appearance was somehow more revolting to him now than when he would drive past steve’s block before school. he opened the door and proceeded to walk up the stairs to find steve’s room. deciding he was going to snoop around in his new friend’s room while he had the chance. he dug through drawers, looked under his bed, through his desk and went through his closet only finding a few things that sparked his interest. condoms, cute crop tops steve must’ve worn to bed, a tasteful but not kinky playboy mag, and an abba cassette tape. eddie groans at the thought of steve being vanilla and gentle with his girls. is that's why steve never had a chance with you? eddie thought to himself. if he had the chance, he wanted to exchange sex stories with steve. eddie huffed at the thought. maybe steve could teach him a few things? doubt it. sprawling out on steve’s bed. eddie always wanted to take you in front of steve. would he want to watch? he stared at the wall and got lost in his dirty thoughts. eddie’s eyes grew sore from looking at steve’s ugly stripped wallpaper. he picked up the playboy magazine that was in his possession. he turned the pages, some stuck together.
‘gross harrington, couldn't even grab a tissue?’ he said to himself.
he found a model that resembled you covered in traces of steve. eddie chuckled realizing he must’ve frequented this page. his urge to tell steve about his sex stories with you increased. oversharing was one of eddie’s favorite things to do. it brought him comfort. the idea of sharing dirty stories with steve fueled him. watching steve be jealous while he adjusted his pants. that was a serious slice of karma. the thought made eddie’s cock stiffen against his tight black ripped jeans. eddie kept his composure, but he could admit he was hungry for you. to him, it felt like he hadn’t had the chance to use you for years. he took his time looking at the girls in the magazine. wishing he had kept an old polarid of your naked body in a revealing pose in his wallet. he’d remind you to strip down so he could take one for him when you reunited. that’s if, he ever sees you again. he shook those negative thoughts out of his head. getting bored very quickly, and threw the mag somewhere into the room. it hit the lamp that was next to steve’s desk. eddie looked curiously at the lamp. he remembered the time that henderson, one of his hellfire members, mentioned the story of will byers. dustin explained over and over how eddie would’ve loved will. he was a kid at heart and still loved playing D&D as often as they could. he moved to california, for different reasons. dustin explained further,
‘will was so smart, he thinks on his feet! he totally learned how to communicate in the upside down with lights to get his mom's attention!’ he said.
eddie moved closer to the lamp and began turning it on and off again.
‘S.O.S.’
this continued for a few more minutes before eddie decided to walk back to his trailer. he knew that if his message got through to steve that he would be headed there next. 
•ʚ♡ɞ•
fingers tensed as steve gripped his steering wheel. he was looking at eddie’s porch. his headlights were illuminating the door and side of eddie’s trailer. inside his head he tried to keep his composure. terrified of what may be lurking inside the now abandoned trailer. taking a deep breath, steve turned off his car. shook out his nerves one more time before slowly walking up the stairs. he opened the door to the dark trailer. it was quiet. he walked towards the hole in the ceiling that looked into the nightmarishly dimension. bending his neck he glanced into the other side. steve stood in shock. steve’s neck being extended out made his throat sore as he gulped. his jaw tensed. he was looking into the darkness of the upside down and there he was. eddie “freak” munson. banishment was his fait steve thought. how was he here now? the clearly injured eddie sat crisscrossed. he seemed calm. staring down at steve from the hole in the middle of his trailer’s living room.
‘e..eddie?’
steve shook his head thinking he was dreaming. he couldn’t believe his eyes. heart racing and palms sweaty. anxiety filled his chest. how was this possible? first ‘zombie-boy’ and now … his bestfriend was in front of him again. clear as day.
‘there’s my big boy.’ eddie said with a shit eating grin.
his teeth sparkled a bright white, bearing sharper teeth. steve made a note of this though his confusion. curiosity riddled his brain.
‘i was waiting for my knight in shining armor to come save me!’ eddie chuckled carelessly.
steve was so excited to see his best friend again. shaking off any thoughts of unease. he didn't even hesitate to grab the tied together clothes left on his side of the world. that was the way they traversed through the dimensions, but eddie had thrown it to dustin carelessly before his last moments. steve threw it upwards at the roof of the homey trailer. excitement struck steve like a little puppy. he wanted to tell eddie so much. sure, it had only been two days, but he desperately needed a hug. steve knew his next moves. pulling him in for a aggressive hug and then punching the shit out of his arm. steve would laugh as eddie winced at the pain and he would grunt out a soft,
‘what the fuck, dude!’
his eyes glossed over thinking about the moment that was seconds away from becoming a reality. he couldn’t believe eddie was back. it choked him up a bit.
‘catch!’ the yell filled the room.
steve was hollering at the curly haired boy. eddie caught the rags and tugged. the rope was suspended in between the two dimensions, like before. steve rushed towards eddies room. he planned to grab a mattress to ensure a safe landing. however, as soon as steve turned away he heard a loud thud. eddie had an increased sense of balance. already free from the upside down and standing now on his two feet in front of steve. he was covered in blood and dirt, he looked like shit. hot shit. but still shit. eddie’s shirt barely clung to his body. he had cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over his pale chest. a few hickies lined his v line and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. steve knew that was you who left those love bites. a demobat wouldn’t be that gentle.
steve’s eyes traversed eddie’s body and held his breath. the view was strangely erotic. why was he so turned on? was it his grief mixed with his dumb man brain? maybe it was just that time of the night. yeah, he was a bit on the confused side for sure. dealing with the backs and fourths of his closeted mind.  he was used to traditional love. the feelings scared him. who would’ve though steve would ever have a crush on a man? especially towards his best friend. steve blushed while taking off eddie’s vest. he tossed it towards him and a smile grew on his lips. remembering the moment they shared just a few days ago. steve spoke suddenly,
‘for your modesty, dude.’ they both giggled.
eddie paused, having an evil grin adorn his face. he did really miss steve. removing his mangled hellfire shirt he spoke,
‘what? you don't think my girl would still wanna wear my shirt?’
steve laughed, and through the chuckles said, ‘covered in nasty shit and your blood? absolutely not.’
eddie put his vest over his bare chest. he looked steve directly in his eyes, and began with,
‘oh you have no idea what we get up to… do you harrington?’ steve stiffened at eddies words.
eddie continued, ‘i saw your house while i was traversing around in there, decided to snoop. found a cute magazine. i would've kept it if my favorite page wasn’t ruined.’ he hissed.
his brows were furrowed at steve. he was being sure to let steve know he would never let him touch you. not without his permission. he was so possessive over you. seeing steve’s dirty magazines made him a little weary. he was fine with steve stealing glances when he groped you, and he loved how curious steve would get when eddie made sexual comments at you when he was around. he would watch steve squirm in his pants. maybe he would share you? ugh. he was doing it again, being a pervert and falling into dirty thoughts while he needed to be serious or real. he urged himself to come back down to eart. relief flooded over eddie. eddie really did miss steve. he couldn’t wait to embrace him with a hug and maybe chat about all that he’s missed while sharing a joint. of course, by sharing he meant smoking while steve watched. steve punched eddie in the arm and pulled him in for a hug. eddie blushed, his tough guy act was cut short.
‘shut up man.’ he teased.
steve pulled away from the hug first. pushing his hand into eddie’s chest.
‘we can talk about that mess i made on my magazines after i bring you back to her. think shes gonna fall in love with me? maybe ill get a kiss for returning her most prized possession.’
eddie let out a belly laugh, his sharp fangs being more prominent.
‘in your wet dreams, harrington.’ he jabbed.
if only eddie knew how many times you had been running through steve’s head late at night. maybe he would take that joke back. eddie just laughed though. it didn’t sound like he was being serious but still eddie’s mind wandered. he needed a cold shower. walking toward the back of the trailer eddie made his way to the bathroom. deciding he had to be in good shape before he surprised you with his escape from death. they planned to head to your house after he cleaned himself up. steve sat on his couch, leaning his head back. he pictures the hickies he saw on eddie’s hips. the image of you sucking deeply into the pale tender skin of his bestfriend consumed him.
‘wait, why was he looking at my porn stash..?’ steve thought out loud again.
he rolled his head back wondering if eddie was going to jerk off in his bed. his hands slapped over his face as he brushed the dirty confusing thoughts away and instead tried to imagine everything that the two of you might get up to when he’s not around. lost in thought as he laid his head back against the soft couch. dirty thoughts of you and eddie filled his mind. he so so turned on. he was so hot, bothered, and absolutely full of sexual desires. was it the phone call he just had with you? definitely that time of night. he sighed as he heard eddie turn on the shower.
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steve continues to think back through his memories of you and eddie. there’s a flashback here to the beginning of their senior year. 
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the two boys had massive crushes on you. this was the start of their hatred for each other. as soon as steve’s interest in you grew, so did eddie’s possessiveness and jealousy. and you. well, you had no idea. your clueless nature put both of them in the competitive mood. it was a fucking game to them. steve was always quick to visit your locker and sweet talk you. he loved whispering things in your ear to see you shiver. his favorite was when he watched eddie clench his fist as he pulled your hair behind your ear and got closer to your neck. that fucker. eddie burned inside each time he did that. however, eddie was convinced the preppy himbo didn’t know you like he knew you. eddie watched you. stalked you. he learned how to make you laugh between your classes, he would act like a fool, making funny faces, and loud noises to gather your attention. you and eddie hadn’t really talked other than during freshman year. passing notes when you were bored and watching him draw. that’s how you knew eddie had a caring side to him too. he was always around too. his presence was comforting. not scary in the slightest like how steve warned you. for example, one time steve’s old friend tommy slapped your ass as you walked down the hall in a skimpy skirt. eddie watched it happen. of course he did. oh, he loved that skirt on you. following you throughout the day just to have a chance to peak under it. but, after he watched another man disrespect you he almost lost his mind. he pinned tommy against a locker instantly punching the steel door next to tommy’s head.
‘not. fucking. cool.’ he growled.
you looked at him with scared eyes. all you could make out was his pretty rockstar curls and his side profile. it was a flash of movement and then a loud bang. he was deeply clenching his jaw. his rings sparkled as they tightened around the material of a shirt. the shirt that your perpetrator was wearing. you wouldn’t admit it but you were more startled at eddies tone and the sudden loud bang against the steel lockers. how was he always around? protecting you? you wondered. ultimately deciding to shut down the thoughts as you heard eddie mumble something, 
‘you touch her again and im going to cut your fucking fingers off. you hear me? gonna loose each of ‘em. one. by. one. never touch any ass again.’ his tone was scary.
he glanced at you but his eyes darted back to tommy as you met his gaze.
‘especially mine.’ oh he wanted to say it so bad.
but he didn’t. instead he just grunted, angrily, like he was letting out pent up emotions. tommy knew how eddie felt about you. steve had shit talked eddie a few times to him over lunch or in the locker room after basketball games. it was so obvious. someone as clueless as you should’ve even been able to tell how much eddie adored you. tommy smirked because of the embarrassment that grew on eddies redden cheeks. he could just spoil eddie’s little secret in front of you right now. tommy smirked knowing how humiliated eddie would be if his secret got out. a loser like him liked a girl like you. he grabbed the boys collar tighter. eddie was calling his bluff. distance between the two boys closed in so  he could whisper.
‘get out fuck of here, tommy.’
there was a pause from eddie, he glanced at you. making sure his words were ineligible to you.
‘and remind that dipshit, harrington to fuck off with the flirting for me? he’s getting to close to my girl. m’kay? you both know how i feel about this one.’
he turned to you and spoke smoothly, ‘you okay, sweetheart?’
you blushed and nodded with a hand over your mouth. sweetheart. eddie had always called you that. this time felt different. you tummy spun and your cheeks got really hot. that was new. really new. you never noticed how protective he was of you till this day. didn’t even really pay mind to him when you noticed him watching you in the shadows. he walked away from you confidently. he sent a sweet smile your way as he spun on his heels. steve walked down the hall towards you. they crossed paths for a moment and the sight in front of you was like out of a movie. two hot boys in a glowing in florescent light from the school hallways. they seemed to walk in slow motion and the contrast of their outside appearances was comical. eddie was like a broken mirror that promised to bring seven years of bad luck, but steve was like warm sunset that you watched while at a bonfire. as eddie passed steve he stuck his tongue out with a guttural sound leaving his throat. the brunette just rolled his eyes with a small wave as a reply to the devil child. you thought both of them were so attractive. in different ways. however, maybe you weren’t the only clueless one. neither of them knew you had more of a thing for bad boy outcasts. maybe steve could actually flirt with you but eddie was different. he peaked your interest in a way steve couldn’t. both men had their ups and downs but you wanted to know more about that boy the town called the devil. consider your intrest peaked. if only you knew eddie had been obsessing over you for years. he was tired of just watching you now though. eddie wanted to change something. he wanted to have you to himself and show you off to the world. especially after he watched you all day in that slutty black skit. you had no idea what you were doing to him. a few weeks after spying on you at steve’s pool party. that pushed him over the edge. he decided he was going to make his first move and soon, he’ll show steve.
fin.
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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  (a collection of prompts from the TV show “Stranger Things”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
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“Okay, it’s official. I’m never having kids.”
“Yeah, the real world sucks, deal with it like the rest of us.”
“Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”
“I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.”
“I don’t care if anyone believes me!”
“Something is going on here!”
“Yeah, that’s right! You better run!”
“No more secrets, okay?”
“You're an idiot, [name].”
“Don’t take it so personally, okay? I don’t like most people.“
“You saved me.”
“You shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed to.”
“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.”
“YOU BETTER RUN!”
“If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country.”
“Friends don't lie.”
“Sometimes, your total obliviousness just blows my mind.”
“Stop stalking me.”
“I will never, ever let anything bad happen to you ever again.”
“I don’t care if anyone believes me.”
“Nothing is gonna go back to the way that it was. Not really. But it’ll get better. In time.”
“Touch my butt, I don’t care.”
“When do you feel good about anything?”
“There’s more to life than stupid boys, you know.”
“Sometimes, I impress even myself.”
“Ask for forgiveness, not permission.”
“You are gonna slay ‘em dead.”
“I’m stealthy, like a ninja.”
“I always thought stuff like this happened in movies and comic books.”
“We’re just friends.”
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god.” 
“This is not yours to fix alone. You act like you’re all alone out there in the world, but you’re not. You’re not alone.”
“Being a freak is the best. I’m a freak.”
“You think I actually wanted to come to this? I was just hungry.”
“You’ve always been my favorite.”
“Do you wanna be normal? Do you wanna be just like everyone else?” 
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