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#nancy wheeler x reader
medium-rare-bimbo · 8 months
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MINORS DNI
May contain stepcest, age gap, dubcon dark content
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♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being
♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡
♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is
♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth
♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!
♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart
♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb
♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty
♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!
♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me
♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt
♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside
♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around
♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!
♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!
♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties
♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3
♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!
♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs
♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is
♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly
♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((
♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts
♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane
♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean
♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3
♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well
♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend  perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him
♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now
♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((
♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)
♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3
♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what
♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full
♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind
♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza
♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"
♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:((  You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked
♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"
♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now
♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends
♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs
♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man
♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3
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lovebugism · 1 year
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☄. *. ⋆ ┄ How The Gang™ Eats Pussy !
summary: the title is pretty self-explanatory, don't ya think? pairing: the gang™ / f!reader warnings: oral sex (r!receiving) 18+ mdni! a/n: uhh.. happy new year! what better way to start of 2023 than some good ol' fashioned smut? it's been a long time since i've posted any of my writing here so pls be gentle i'm literally so sensitive (but if you have any thoughts or requests feel free to send them here!)
steve !
he’s so so desperate to please
it stems from his reputation as king steve™ i think
like he wants to prove himself so bad even though you’re already head over heels for him
he’s constantly checking in on you
asking you if like it and if he’s doing alright
so when you say yes (because you will say yes) he redoubles his effort
he’s a total sucker for praise
it’s also totally on brand that he’s exponentially good at it
it almost makes you jealous because you’re like how many times have you done this????
but he makes you feel so good you don’t even care
it only takes a couple of times before he’s completely in tune with your body
he always starts off slow and teasing
wants to wind you up until you snap
he knows exactly where to touch you to wring your orgasm out of you
and it comes so gut-wrenchingly slow before hitting you all at once
he’s definitely the kind of guy who’ll talk you through it
“yep, there it is. c’mon, cum for me, you can do it. come on, show me how good you can be. uh-huh. thaaat’s my girl”
he makes you come so hard you cry
and he moans with his mouth on you
because he gets off getting you off
loves getting on his knees for you
and having one of your legs folded over his shoulder
so he can pull you closer by your ass
gets so into it that he won’t stop until you make him
like you have to physically pull him up by his hair
definitely a chronic hand holder™
he’ll have you on your back with his face sandwiched between your thighs
and when your legs start to shake he’ll reach for your hands
“here. hold my hands. let me make you feel good.”
but he won’t let go of you when you come
he’ll keep going as your first orgasm fades into a second, much stronger one
and you can’t stop it or push him away because he’s holding onto your hands
you just have to let it happen and it feels so good
that kind of pleasure you wanna chase and run away from all at once
and after he just smiles up at you with the lower half of his face glistening with you
“see? i knew you could do it.”
eddie !
absolutely loves a woman in charge
would definitely rather you sit on his face and ride his tongue
he’ll make you cum once that way before flipping you over and making you cum again with your legs wrapped around his neck
and he’s so fucking smug 
he’s just smirking the entire time
always wants you to say his name
especially when you cum
keeps eye contact the entire time
will look directly at you while he spits on your pussy
and grins when it makes your eyes roll back in your head
if he’s feeling particularly dominant he’ll stop whenever you look away
“c’mon, look at me, sweetheart. can’t keep going until i see those eyes… there we go.”
he’s a little overeager sometimes
sloppy and aggressive when he gets really into it
sometimes you have to be like “whoa, slow down, tiger. we’ve got all night”
and he just smirks at you like “yeah, we do”
then you’re eating your words because best believe he will go all night
he’s also got a massive praise kink
and loves when you tell him how good you feel
bc he’s not all that experienced
and he likes to know he’s not the Worst at eating pussy
especially if you have more experience bc he wants to be the best for you
and he Will absolutely brag about it to anyone that will hear when you tell him no one’s ever made you cum so hard before 
he’s also super duper vocal
he loves the way you taste and will 100% tell you
pussy spreader supreme™
just loves to take a minute to look at you before ravishing you
and you hate it because you feel so vulnerable
but he’s so obsessed with you “god, you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen”
and he's not even saying it to make you feel good necessarily
he's basically just talking to himself
will smile and laugh like a cheeky little shit when he makes you cum
can be a little bit patronizing but in the eddie munson kinda way
“i thought you said you couldn’t cum again? what happened to that, huh?”
you’ll also have to pull him off of you or else he’ll keep going
he could absolutely eat your pussy for hours if you let him
robin !
definitely has zero experience eating pussy
like maybe she’s tried to learn by watching porn 
but definitely has no idea what she’s doing
she’s a little shy at first and is constantly look to you for reassurance
wants you to tell her what to do
“go down a little bit… a little to the left— yeah, shit, right there”
and once she finds that sweet spot she’ll work at it until you come
she’s super duper gentle at first
but once she gains confidence, good luck
will give you 1000000% when her mouth is on you
like even when her neck starts to hurt from the angle, she will not stop until you cum
she’ll talk a lot and compliment you the entire time
and will say anything that comes to mind no matter how dirty it is
“god, you’re so wet” “you taste so good, i didn’t know a person could taste this good” “you’re pussy is perfect. i honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier”
she doesn’t even know what she’s saying half the time
but it literally drives you crazy
also the sound of her voice is sexy enough to make you cum
and you’re constantly begging her to talk dirty to you
“please, talk to me” you’ll whine
and after the first few times she’ll know what you mean but still play coy
“i am talking to you” she’ll say with an wide eyes all innocent
but yeah she’s more than happy to do it because 1. she can’t shut up to save her life and 2. she knows how quickly it’ll drive you to your breaking point
wants you to pull at her hair and steer her wherever you want her to go and bury her face between your legs
is not against you sitting on her face
even though the idea scares you a little 
like you don’t want to hurt her or break her neck or something
she’s just like “if i die eating your pussy, i will die the happiest woman alive”
and you believe her
nancy !
so in my head she’s, like, freshly out
and hasn’t eaten a girl out before
though she has dreamed about it many, many times
but when she goes down on you, it’s like she’s a professional
bc she’s a perfectionist and can’t ever half-ass anything
she’s 100% tactical and sees it as her goal to make you come
so she’ll throw herself wholly into doing just that
will call your pussy her pussy because yeah
i see her as being a little bit rough too
so there are constantly bruises and crescent-shaped marks left on your thighs and hips from her nails
which she keeps trimmed just so she can finger you <3
there’s biting too because she loves the feeling of your skin between her teeth
won’t do it enough to hurt you per se, just enough to leave a mark
she uses just enough teeth to drive you crazy
sucks your clit into her mouth at the same time she drives her fingers into your g-spot
she’ll also spank directly on your clit to drive you towards another (second, third, fourth?) orgasm
she can get nasty with it if she wants
and will eat you out as a way to get what she wants
if you’re upset at her, she Will go down on you 
partly as an apology but also because she knows you won’t be mad at her after
bc it’s impossible to be after she’s made you cum so hard you can’t feel your legs
i see her more into praising you than you praising her
she’ll compliment you the whole way through
but it’s also a little bit condescending
“oh look at you, always so pretty and wet for me, aren’t you? this is all it takes? just me touching you? seriously?”
and i see her loving to have her hair tugged at
but like also
she doesn’t like to be told what to do
so if you’re pulling her closer to you or trying to pull her away, she’ll definitely punish you
“what did i tell you about touching me, huh? that’s not what good girls do, right? now, i’m gonna make you come and i’m not gonna stop until i see tears. touch me again and you won’t come again for another week, got it?”
maybe i’m just projecting but i can see her definitely having a mommy kink
and still has an air of dominance about her even when she’s making you feel good
she’ll sense you getting close and will command that you cum for her
her voice is so soft and gentle but she isn’t asking you to cum she demanding that you do
and definitely gets off on working your body to its breaking point
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hart269 · 2 years
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Chrissy : Eddie, I love you
Eddie : But I love Steve
Steve : But I love Nancy
Nancy : But I love Jonathan
Jonathan : But I love Argyle
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Y/N turning to Robin : I love you
Robin : I love you too
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Steve loves mocking you. 'Does that feel good, oh I bet it does. So needy for me. Taking me so well, aren't you? You want me to fuck you now, yeah you do.' He knows he's hot and can't help but use it against you.
Jonathan has thing for begging. 'You want me to touch you? You're going to have to ask nicely then. I didn't say you could touch me did I?' He always ends up the one begging at some point because you have to much power over him.
Eddie can't go five minutes without degrading you. 'Such a mess. Don't even care do you? Of course you fucking don't. Can't even hear me can you, to blissed out by me taking you like this.' He laughs at you a lot, there's something about taunting you that's too irresistible.
Argyle knows you liked to be praised. 'So fucking good for me. Easy, that's it, you can do it, I know you can. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good.' He loves the look on your face when he tells you how good your doing, if you blush at his words your basically asking to get fucked.
Robin can't decide who she wants in charge. 'Keeping going, just like that, keep being a good girl. All this for me? You must really like me huh? Please touch me, I'll be good for you. I promise.' She finds it so hot when you do what she says, but equally as hot as when you pull her hair and tell her what to do.
Nancy likes to tease you relentlessly. 'I'll keep stopping if you don't listen. Here, you want me to touch you here, or here, you've got to decide. Maybe I'll just look after myself and make you watch, would you enjoy that?' She likes to push you to your breaking point, it's much more satisfying for her to see you unravel for her attention.
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xmalfoyweasleyx · 1 year
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Am I the only one that reads SO much '... x reader' stuff, that I don't even read y/n as 'your name' anymore, but just read my actual, own name automatically? I don't even notice it most of the time lol
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fxllfaiiry · 2 years
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˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 <𝟑
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˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
Peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson
guitar pick - @yourfavouriterival
“Why the hell would you say something like that?” - @rainylana
Bloody Lip - @darling-i-read-it
Afterglow - @siempre-bucky
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧
fool for you - @witchwyfe
Jealousy jealousy - @eufezco
Boobies - @princessofmarvel
The babysitters club - @sinclaiirs
I Like Girls Too - @bxcketbarnes
Slurpys and Dirty Talk - @steveharringtons-lover
Just the two of Us - @heyysteven
The Cake Attack of ‘87 - @hellfireclubmember
˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞
What Were you Thinking? - @jedi-mabari
beat up love - @dearhargrove
road gate - @eddiemunsxn
i’m with you - @hauntlikeaghost0
my boy - @feverdreqmz
Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s
Dating Billy Hargrove HC's - @queers-gambit
˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥/𝟎𝟎𝟏
Staff Room Crushes - @dysfunctionalaliens
You'll See Why - @justfandomwritings
Yandere Husband! 001 - @floatyflowers
Blue - @jamilelucato
˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲
redemption make out sesh - @stevesfaberge
Opposites Attract - @strangeswift
Blurb <3 - @shysneeze
dating robin headcanons - @nctzncore
Blurb <3 - @hawkins-losers
Thank me later - @selenitesdawn
"What's your favorite scary movie? " - @ioveeddiemunson
bloodshot bad news - @stevesfaberge
˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫
Jealousy - @milkmily
Blurb <3 - @multi-fandom-imagine
Teach me - @fentibeauty
No but like… dating Nancy - @bi-disaster-yn
˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬
Your Love - @refiwrites
Dating Jonathan Byers Headcanons - @myuninterestinglifestory
boyfriend headcanons - @keepyourbliss
Wish - @proudharrington
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vampvrisms · 3 months
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🧷 | 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘
𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
[warnings: none | genre: fluff]
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(a/n; sorry if this is shit, i wrote it at 1:35 am.)
robin rubs her eyes lazily, slowly waking up from her slumber. she yawns quietly, turning over to face your sleeping form. the girl leans forward, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your forehead, smiling softly as she notices you stirring awake. “morning, princess….” she murmurs, looking down at you lovingly. you open your (y/e/c) eyes slowly, grinning up at her. “good morning, beautiful.” you whisper, sitting up a bit and kissing her lips sweetly. she smiles against your lips, pulling you into her arms. you both cosy up against each other, wrapping the covers over the both of you. as the two of you snuggle up together in the warmth, the light rain outside mists up the bedroom window. robin bites her bottom lip, smiling, and reaches over to draw a heart on the window with her finger, intertwining her soft hand with yours after.
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mgcldydrms · 1 year
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just imagine ...
you're falling asleep late at night. after a while, you hear your name being called. it feels like you have slept for hours, but you're still tired. you hear your name again and again, so you reluctantly open your eyes and suddenly come face to face with your favourite fictional character. you gasp, shocked to see them in front of you, rubbing your eyes over and over again, and telling yourself it's just a dream. 'get up sleepy head. it's time for a new adventure.', they suddenly say, smiling brightly at you. you suddenly look around and notice that you're not in your room, but in your favourite fictional world. 'come on', that fictional character says again. they take your hand and you can feel their grip on you and now you know, it is not a dream. this is your reality now. your time to live in your favourite fictional world and do all these things you have dreamed about for such a long time. it is time to finally be yourself.
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superblysubpar · 10 days
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🎵 " She's Seen All the Classics, She Knows Every Line" 🎵
Just once, I want my life to be like the movies. Preferably one from the list below. But no, no, John Hughes and The Duffer Brothers did not direct my life.* - Stranger Things stories inspired by some of my favorite movies of various decades.
Most of these are not straight "AU's" of the films, but more my love letter to them. I'm excited to share these, and I hope you enjoy** // My blog is 18+
🖤 no tag lists for this, as I don't really have a schedule or way to organize that
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Oh, Loverboy!
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the films Dirty Dancing and Footloose
Hey Girl, Don’t You Realize
A Robin Buckley story inspired by the films Some Kind of Wonderful and Say Anything
You’ve Got To Love Her
An Eddie Munson story inspired by the films Pretty In Pink and The Breakfast Club
I Fell So Ceaselessly
A Nancy Wheeler story inspired by the films Heathers & Clue
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So, Kiss Me
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the film She’s All That
Oh, But You’re Lovely
A Robin Buckley story inspired by the film My Best Friend’s Wedding
This Will Be, The One I’ve Waited For
An Eddie Munson story inspired by the film While You Were Sleeping
When You Call My Name, It’s Like A Little Prayer
A Nancy Wheeler story inspired by the film Never Been Kissed
Bonus:
Impossible To Ignore
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the film You’ve Got Mail
Don’t Have To Be Rich, To Be My Girl
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the film Pretty Woman
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But Wouldn’t It Be Beautiful?
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the films 13 Going On 30 and Burlesque
It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right 
A Robin Buckley story inspired by the film The Proposal
I’ll Be Waiting
An Eddie Munson ( and a touch of Steve Harrington) story inspired by the films John Tucker Must Die & A Cinderella Story
Forever, As I Am
A Nancy Wheeler story inspired by the films 27 Dresses and Legally Blonde
Bonus:
I'm Your Hell, I'm Your Dream
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the film How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days
I’ll Be Seeing You
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the film The Notebook
Holds You Captivated
An Eddie Munson story (with quite a bit of Steve Harrington too) inspired by the film The Devil Wears Prada
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I'll Take You There
A Steve Harrington story inspired by the films Mr. & Mrs. Smith and Miss Congeniality
Baby, I'm A Wreck
A Steve Harrington story in a Spiderman AU
So Baby, Take My Hand
A Steve Harrington story in a Jurassic Park AU
I'll Seek You Out // Well, I Think I Know
Two stories heavily inspired and in a semi-Twilight AU | Vampire Eddie, Werewolf Steve Harrington
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🖤Each individual story will have their playlist linked with masterlist
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*paraphrased from the iconic speech Olive gives in the film Easy A.
**Because I am working on writing in my personal career, outside of Tumblr life, I need something not only for research and practice, but also for FUN. So, these are projects I will be working on slowly - I don't really have set deadlines yet or know if I ever will. They won't update by decade or character, just whatever I'm working on is the order they'll go in. However, each story will upload at once - not chapters spread over time, but as long "oneshots" typically split into two to three parts.
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maroon-cardigan · 5 months
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♡ bad blood ♡
nancy wheeler x fem!cheerleader!reader | friends to enemies to lovers
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summary: nancy wheeler was your best friend. once. the whispers in hawkins’ high school questioned the different versions of the story, but no one was really sure why you stopped talking. one autumn night changed everything between you two, and a year later you find yourself at a halloween party, taking your blood stained dress off in front of your ex best friend.
wordcount: 7.9k
note: no use of y/n, no mentions of specific race, body type or hair type. the upside down is real in this but reader is not involved in the events that take place in the show.
warnings: this one shot and the content i write are +18, minors do NOT interact. nsfw. virgin!reader, popular!cheerleader!reader, smut, mutual masturbation, finger licking, fingering, oral sex, mentions of blood and bullying, king stevie is an asshole.
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happy 1989 tv release day ♡ i thought about this little idea when the re-recording was announced and here it is. this was posted by mistake two weeks ago, but i hope no one saw it then, enjoy x
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[dividers by @gatonpc, @kimjiho1 & @cafekitsune]
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Nancy Wheeler had been your best friend. Once.
Everyone in Hawkins wondered what had taken you two to split up so suddenly the year you began High School. You did everything together: volunteering, studying, summer camp… But in autumn 1983 something changed.
The whispers in the hallways said it had been your neighbour, Steve Harrington. One year older than you, he couldn’t stop pursuing the perfect Nancy Wheeler until she gave in and started sneaking from class to hide with Steve behind the bleachers or hang out at his place with his friends.
But honestly, you didn’t care. Nancy had always been crazy for Steve, and you thought he was cute, but nothing special. While Nancy drew hearts around his name on the pages of her notebooks, you walked around Hawkins thinking schoolboys were gross. You kissed Tommy Hagan at a party once and regretted it the same night, he was an asshole to everyone, and though he was still trying to pursue you years after the kiss, you were quick to tell him to fuck off.
It was maybe Hagan’s fixation on you what made you so popular that year. Well, that and the fact that you joined the cheerleaders’ team. You were also the best friend of King Steve’s girlfriend, and your grades were always way above everyone else’s. You noticed people started to look at you differently as you walked through the hallways wearing your green uniform with your hair up in a ponytail, but overall, you just thought you were kind and pretty.
However, maybe not kind enough for Nancy. Something changed that year while you were busy with practice and extracurriculars. You aimed to get into an elite school, meet a man that was as smart as you, and leave Hawkins behind. Yet Nancy seemed to be okay with dating King Steve, Friday afternoons spent reading on the bleachers while he was in basketball practice, and you planned new routines with your team on the other side of the gym. Though you loved her company, there was something about it that seemed so wrong to you.
You were growing tired of meeting with his stupid friends at the Harrington’s house, of the smell of weed and the absurd laughs while you dip your legs in the pool. But you still did it for her.
‘Hey,’ Steve said to you when you intended to go back outside after using the toilet. ‘You good?’
You studied his drunk face before speaking, ‘M fine.’
‘See, I wanted to talk to you. I’ve got this friend—’ He took a step towards you, but you placed a hand on his chest.
‘Yeah, I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t do “friends”.’
‘You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.’ He rolled his eyes with that cockiness you couldn’t stand.
‘I can imagine you’re gonna try to set me up with one of your below-average popular friends.’ Steve lifted his eyebrows, not used to dealing with other people’s arrogance. ‘Because you think that since I’m Nancy’s friend, why wouldn’t I settle for some loser that will make me waste my time?’
‘Uh, I’m sorry, is this what you think of me?’ You could see he was offended, but it wasn’t personal, not really.
You rolled your eyes at him before walking out, ‘Not everything is about you, Steve.’
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That night Nancy stayed at your place. You were getting too old for it, but you still enjoyed pretending your teddy bears were the college boys you thought were worthy of your intellect and beauty, and Nancy would fake a low-pitched voice, asking you out on a date on their behalf.
You laughed at her mocking voices, laying on your front next to her with your elbows on the mattress.
‘Do you really want to wait that long?’ She asked in a serious tone after a long silence.
She looked at the way you bit your lip as you looked down at your manicured nails. ‘I think I do. You don’t?’
‘I-I mean,’ She hid her eyes as soon as your piercing gaze met her. Sometimes you could be so influential on her. She didn’t think it was a bad thing, you were not a manipulative friend. But the idea of disappointing you scared her. ‘I think I love Steve.’
You looked down to your hands, teeth catching your lower lip. You didn’t take that word lightly and she knew it. She studied your face while waiting for an answer, your lashes long as you looked back at her, ‘Do you love him, or do you want to have sex with him?’
Nancy’s cheeks turned red. She bit her lip and lifted one of her pillows to hit you with it.
‘Ouch,’ You said between laughs, ‘Nancy, it’s a serious question.’
‘I-I guess…’
‘Have you thought about it?’
Nancy’s eyes looked at you expectantly, her heartbeat was hard against her chest and a funny feeling in her stomach made her body warmer. She never thought she could have this conversation with you. ‘Y-yeah.’
You smiled shyly while looking at your hands. The image of Nancy’s body underneath Steve’s clouded your mind for a second. You swallowed before looking back at her. ‘I mean, I get it. Feeling that way for a person, but… don’t you think Steve is a bit, uh, immature?’
‘He’s older than us.’
‘Nancy, that doesn’t mean anything. He’s arrogant and a bit of an asshole to other people.’
‘What? Like who?’
‘Like… Jonathan Byers, or that guy Eddie Munson.’
Nancy scoffed, ‘You mean the guys that lick the floor you walk on?’
‘Nancy!’
‘You’re just mad because Steve doesn’t like a couple of guys that worship you? Guys you wouldn’t even date because you follow some silly outdated rules?’
‘Hey!’ You sat down, ‘I’m not judging you for masturbating to Harrington so why would you even judge me for not dating people?’
‘I–’ Nancy sat up, her face getting redder by your words, ‘I didn’t say I… did that.’
Your face was full of scepticism until Nancy buried hers in one of your pillows.
‘Nance…’ Your hand found the back of her neck and stroke there lightly. Your fingers must’ve been filled with electricity because the touch sent shivers through her body. ‘I thought that you…’
She took her head out of the pillow and looked at you before shaking her head. ‘No.’
‘So, you never have…?’ You asked with a silly smile on your face. Nancy hated how you seemed to be more instructed in what she thought was a subject she knew better than you. After all, she was sneaking out of class to make out with Steve, and he had touched her breasts a couple of times while they kissed.
‘How do you even do that?’
You licked your lips before sitting more comfortably against the bed frame. ‘Well, you think about something, something nice. And then you start rubbing. A lot.’
Nancy blinked a couple of times, her freckly cheeks getting redder, ‘There?’
You giggled, ‘Yes, Nance. There. It feels very sweet, you should try it some time.’
She nodded. Nancy stayed in silence for a while, and you let out a yawn before turning the lamp on your bedside table off.
Nancy laid next to you; breaths slower as she thought about what you said. She looked around the room, at your pink wallpaper and fluffy carpet, at the teddy bears on the floor. The pillow under her head smelled like your shampoo, and she couldn’t help but think of you doing exactly that in this bed.
‘W-what should I think about?’ She said in the darkness. Nancy felt your body change positions as you look at her in the darkness of your room.
‘Close your eyes.’ She did as you said, you heard her swallow hard and let out a deep breath.
Your head filled with thoughts that had crossed your mind before. ‘Think about what Steve does when he kisses you. Like, does he bite your bottom lip before putting his tongue inside your mouth?’ Nancy nodded in the dark at your words, her eyes still closed. ‘Well, think about that, but instead of stopping there, he kisses your neck too.’
There was a silence as your mind started to think about other things. Other scenarios. You felt funny too, like this was hot in a way you didn’t understand. You laid on your front and crossed your legs to relieve tension. The idea of Nancy getting your pyjamas wet made you blush in the dark. Your voice was a whisper when you spoke again, ‘And while he does that, his hands go under your top.’
Nancy sighed deeply at your words. Her eyebrows met in the middle at the mental image, and you bit your lip, ‘The he takes off your bra, and kisses down to your chest. He licks your nipples, carefully. He wants to take care of you.’
You were so into it you took the liberty to lift your bedsheets a little bit to check that she was doing it right. Nancy’s hand was lost inside the pyjama’s shorts she had borrowed from your drawer, her hand buried under her underwear. Your core felt warmer instantly, only the sound of your breaths and the wet movements of Nancy’s hand against her crotch.
‘Then he, uh…’ You were getting nervous, but you didn’t want her to stop. ‘He puts his hand under your skirt to feel how warm you are.’
‘Oh.’ She said then. Her hands rubbed faster, and you had to put one of your pillows between your legs to relieve the tension that was starting to feel unbearable.
‘Does it feel good, Nance?’ You asked innocently. Your hips moved against the pillow in silence, nipples turning sensitive under your pyjama’s top, and you wondered if hers had as well.
‘Uh-uh.’ She replied in a moan, her eyes still closed. ‘Keep going, please.’
‘So, then he puts his hand inside your underwear.’ Your hand wandered inside your shorts as you spoke, feeling how soaking wet you were. You rubbed your fingers on the fabric of your panties before putting it aside and releasing a sweet sigh when your fingers meet your clit.  ‘And you’re so wet for him. Hmm.’
The wet noise of your hands got mixed with hers, ‘He starts rubbing slowly, and he kisses your neck again, leaving wet kisses. Licking.’ Nancy’s eyes remained close as she bit her lip at your words. Letting herself go with the feeling, she removed the blanket off her, and her free hand lifted the top of the pyjama top she was wearing. She liked the way the air tickled her sensitive nipples, forgetting her bare breasts were exposed to you.
You couldn’t help but lift your top too, the fabric of your soft bedsheets rubbing against your nipples. ‘And then, he…’ You were trying to act cool, make your voice sound normal, but you were so turned on and it all felt so nice. ‘He unzips his jeans, takes his dick out.’
Nancy’s free hand pinched one of her nipples, her hand on her panties making a mess out of your pyjama shorts.
‘And he strokes it a couple of times before putting it inside your wet pussy.’ Your words made her release the sweetest moan. ‘You’re so wet and so tight, Nance. He loves it.’
‘Really?’ A moany whisper that made you even wetter as your movements got faster.
‘Yeah,’ You replied in the same needy tone. ‘It’s so good. He moves fast inside you, and it feels very sweet. He loves to fuck you.’
‘Hmm. Feels good.’
‘Keep touching yourself, Nance.’ You instructed, ‘He wants to taste you.’
‘Taste me?’ Her voice filled with innocence sent you to the edge.
‘Yeah, get on his knees and put his tongue on your pussy.’
‘Oh.’ She whined, realising what you meant.
You took your free hand to your mouth and sucked on your fingers in silence, thinking about her wet cunt as you did. ‘You’re so sweet.’ You whispered, her breaths started to get faster and faster. ‘Are you close?’
‘I-I don’t know. B-but it feels really good.’
‘Think of his tongue. Rubbing circles on you.’
‘Hmm.’
‘Sweet, huh?’
‘Y-yeah.’ She said before letting out a small gasp, ‘Oh. Oh. Oh, f-fuck.’
You couldn’t take it anymore and your core throbbed against your fingers before your orgasm finally hit you. You had to be fast and put your top down before Nancy finished.
You were facing the other side of the bed when she opened her eyes. Her fingers sticky and cheeks red when she realised she had lifted her top. Silence fell between you two as she put the covers on top of her and her eyes still rolled at the sweet feeling between her legs.
‘Thank you.’ She said in an adorable tone. ‘Goodnight.’
‘Goodnight.’ You said shyly.
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On Monday, Steve didn’t even look at you when he kissed Nancy’s cheek and put an arm around her shoulder. You thought he was just being his usual self, but when you tried to sit down next to her in the cafeteria, Carol Perkins made sure to take the sit before you.
‘Maybe you wanna sit somewhere else.’ She said looking up and down your uniform.
‘Uh no, I don’t. Move.’ You could feel the eyes of every student in the cafeteria on you as you waited for her to move from your seat.
‘This table is full.’ Steve said, voice was filled with arrogance. ‘Maybe next time.’
Nancy looked down as your eyes stuck to the back of her neck. So, you did what you thought was the best option: throwing your lunch on Carol’s lap. She wasn’t expecting it, laughs echoing through the walls as her yellow dress turned brown by the Coca-Cola on your tray.
‘You’re a bitch!’ She screamed moving from your seat, a mess of napkins on her hands as she tried to dry her clothes.
‘Maybe, but at least I don’t go around kissing Harrington’s ass like a fucking loser.’ You said before eyeing him. Nancy still didn’t look at you.
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Rumour has it, it happened in the girls’ toilet. Though some people said they saw you two arguing in the changing rooms after practice, others said it was outside school. But no one really knew what happened.
‘It was so embarrassing!’ Nancy said to you. You didn’t know why she was so mad; she was the one that didn’t stand by your side.
‘It wasn’t embarrassing for you, Nancy.’ You said rolling your eyes, ‘She deserved it. I’ve no idea what’s up with your boyfriend and his friends.’
‘Steve was right.’ She whispered, but you heard it perfectly.
‘Right about what?’
‘About you not liking him.’ You shook your head at her words, ‘Are you… Are you jealous?’
You scoffed, ‘What?’
‘Be honest.’ She said crossing her arms in front of her.
‘No. Why would I be jealous?’
‘Well, Steve is cute a-and I’m spending a lot of time with him. He said you told him I was… settling. For a loser that will make me lose my time.’
Nancy lifted her big blue eyes to look at you. She was clenching her jaw, something you knew she did when she was really, really mad.
‘Listen, I do think you’re too good for him, but I was talking about one of his friends he wanted to set me up with.’
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, ‘You can’t stand not being the centre of attention for once, can you?’
Nancy started walking towards the door, but you grabbed her arm, disbelief all over your face. ‘Nancy, what the fuck?’
‘You’re supposed to be my friend!’ She screamed.
‘I am your friend! I’m the one telling you you’re too good for him. You’re the one that stayed silent when that little bitch Carol tried to act like a bully today.’
Nancy rolled her eyes at your words. You took a step towards her, your perfect skin and piercing eyes studying her face. ‘Nancy, we’re the prettiest, smartest girls in this school. We can have any boy we want.’
She didn’t say anything as you caught her chin between your thumb and your index finger. Your voice was low when you spoke again, and she couldn’t help but focus on your mouth when you spoke, ‘Are you really going to lose your virginity to a guy like that?’
Something about your accusation filled her with anger. Nancy had always felt she was second best to you in everything. You were an extrovert, she was shy. You were athletic, she was not. The only thing that seemed to make you two equals were grades, and even then, you still managed to get extra credits all the time.
‘I already did.’ She lied.
Your face changed at her confession, your hand on her face dropping instantly. You did believe her, why wouldn’t you? She had told you she thought about it. For fuck’s sake, you had narrated the whole thing to her last weekend.
‘I thought you were just having fun.’ You said, something inside you was hurt. ‘A-and you didn’t tell me?’
‘Why would I tell you? You’re a prude.’ She said in a cynical tone. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You took a step towards her, so close your perfume invaded her lungs, cotton candy mixed with roses. Your hand was on the wall next to her face, you were everywhere. Her chest so close from you, your noses inches from each other. You had to whisper so no one heard you ‘I was the one who showed you how to touch yourself. Don’t come at me with all that bullshit.’
Her eyes became glossy as the temperature of her body increased, blue eyes on you as memories for that night in your bed made her legs shaky. You tilted your head, your mouth so close from her ear that she felt the warmth of your breath on her neck as you spoke, ‘Next time Harrington fingers you, you’ll be thinking about me.’
And just like that, you left the room.
Nancy was too proud to admit it, but when she laid down on Steve Harrington’s bed wearing only her underwear the next weekend, she could only think about your room on the night you taught her how to touch herself. Steve was nice, but there was something missing, everything in his room smelled like bergamot instead of strawberry, the pillows felt too flat, his fingers though soft felt calloused against her skin.
She managed to relax, eventually, and as Steve kissed her neck while he was inside her, she could only think about your voice.
It felt very sweet.
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You never spoke to each other again.
You were too proud to hang out with her now that she had publicly chosen Steve and his friends over you, and she was too ashamed to admit she did think about you when he was inside her for the first time.
Time passed, and maybe things would’ve been left in the past after Nancy dumped Steve at some party, if it wasn’t for the fact that she cheated on him with no other than Jonathan Byers.
It did hurt your ego, not because you liked him, but because he had a crush on you for a long time. At first you thought Nancy was just trying to get back at you, but when the months passed and they seemed to be more and more in love, something inside you broke.
Your best friend was in love, and you were not there to see it. She didn’t call you anymore. You’d never tease her for drawing hearts around the name of a boy again, she’d never tell you how it felt to make love with him for the first time.
As time passed, things were slowly put into place. At least to your benefit. King Steve was dethroned by Billy Hargrove, and Nancy stayed with Jonathan, making your popularity rise and keeping you at the top. You could even feel the eyes of Mike’s friends on you as you took your books out of your locker every morning.
Yet though you got along with mostly everyone, you didn’t seem to be part of any group in particular. You smiled at Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club friends in the hallways, but didn’t get too friendly with him, knowing he had a crush that you weren’t going to reciprocate. You crossed the path of Billy Hargrove’s stepsister many times in the toilets, but she refused to make eye contact with you, making you feel that maybe your title of school princess made cool girls like her think you were just a superficial bitch. Even Steve Harrington had a new friend, Robin Buckley, who could never say more than two words to you without stuttering.
You were constantly surrounded by people in the cafeteria, in practice, in class. But you were still alone.
Until one autumn night of 1984, when your father invited one of his business partners for dinner, and you met Tim Gallagher. Tim was the son of your father’s friend, he was in his second year of law school, he was fluent in French, loved cooking, and most importantly, he wasn’t a gross schoolboy.
When people weren’t talking about the town’s various disappearances and the strange news that appeared on the Hawkin’s Post every week, they talked about the luxurious convertible that picked you up on Fridays after school. Nancy observed you from the other side of the parking lot, as Jonathan’s hands rested on her hips, leaning against his car. Your pretty ponytail dancing in the air, white sneakers dirty after practise, and a kind of smile she knew so well. You seemed happy.
Then on Mondays you arrived wearing a new different type of jacket, his jacket, she assumed. When she crossed your path in the cafeteria or the girl’s toilets, she made sure to walk slow, trying to overhear your conversations, dying to know how you were doing as you spoke to some members of the cheerleaders’ team. But you seemed to keep that part of your life private, not giving many details about your plans on weekends or about Tim himself.
The truth was, after three or four dates, Tim and you barely knew each other. He was often busy studying and so were you. Your trips to the beach were short, your movie nights were silent. Your parents loved to have him over for dinner and you smiled at his smart observations from the other side of the table, but at the end of the night you always ended on the threshold of your home, waiting to finally be kissed… and Tim would only pinch your chin and say goodnight like you were the most adorable girl he had ever babysat.
At first, it was humiliating. You would cry yourself to sleep wondering what you were doing wrong. You were Hawkin’s princess, every guy in your class was dying to go on a date with you. Yet Tim Gallagher seemed uninterested, almost bored, every Friday afternoon when he was found reading a law book over his car’s steering wheel as he waited for you at the school’s parking lot.
Things would’ve stayed the same if Nancy wouldn’t have missed science class on Wednesday. Mr. Spencer asked you to pair with the person next to you for a project, and that was no other than your ex best friend’s boyfriend, Jonathan Byers.
You rolled your eyes before moving to sit closer to him, but Jonathan stood up quickly to ask the teacher to pair you with someone else, with the excuse that he was going to do the project with Nancy. You lifted your eyebrows at his audacity, anyone in this class would kill to be paired with you for a project, not just because of you were pretty, but because your grades were always the highest in the class.
‘If Miss Wheeler would’ve been here today, she wouldn’t be having this problem. Sit next to your partner, Byers.’
Jonathan did as he said and walked back to sit next to you. Your sickly-sweet perfume overwhelmed him, his cheeks were turning red at how close you were from him.
‘Asshole.’ You whispered.
‘Hey, it’s not you, it’s—’ He started.
You sat back with your arms crossed lifting your eyebrows at what he had to say.
‘Your girlfriend?’
He shook his head and his cheeks turned even redder. ‘You wouldn’t understand.’
Oh, but you understood perfectly.
‘Don’t worry. The quicker we get this done, the better.’ You said.
But Jonathan only made it worse for you, refusing to meet after school that day and the day after, avoiding you in the hallways. You found yourself driving to the Byers’ house on Thursday afternoon, rehearsing all the words you had to say to him, how you were going to tell Mr. Spencer that he left you on your own.
But instead of finding Jonathan, it was Will Byers’ face the one that greeted you that afternoon. Behind him, the faces of Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair were full of awe, mouths open at the sight of you.
‘Is Jonathan here?’ You asked a bit shy.
‘Nope.’ He answered with indifference, you didn’t seem to have the same effect on him as you did on his friends.
‘Uh… do you know where he could be?’ You said putting your hands on the pockets of Tim’s jacket, the chilly autumn air making you a bit cold.
He seemed to hesitate for a second and you narrowed your eyes at his expression. ‘It’s… not really a good time for this. You should go home.’
Will tried to close the door on you, but your foot caught the door firmly before it met the frame. ‘I’m not leaving until you tell me where your brother is, Will.’
His eyes filled with shyness; you knew that your popularity could make you seem intimidating sometimes. He looked behind his shoulder at Lucas and Dustin before looking back at you.
‘Try Steve’s.’
‘Harrington?’ Your eyebrows lifted and your mouth opened in surprise. ‘What the hell is he doing there?’
Will swallowed in silence before looking back at you and you realised you weren’t going to get any more answers from him, so you removed your foot from the door and walked back to your car to drive to the Harrington’s house, memories from a year ago clouding your mind.
You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. A few minutes passed, and you thought about leaving until you heard footsteps on the other side of the door. But behind it you didn’t find Steve’s cocky smile or Jonathan’s terrified eyes. Instead, it was Nancy’s face, looking at your green and yellow uniform from top to bottom with disdain.
‘What are you doing here?’ Tone full of irritation when she asked. You wanted to ask the same, but you were suddenly nervous, hands cold and heart beating hard against your ribs.
‘I– uh…,’ Your throat was suddenly as dry as sandpaper. ‘Is Jonathan here?’
Nancy’s eyes narrowed even more at the name of her boyfriend, crossing her arms on her chest in defensiveness. ‘Why?’
You shut your eyes and sighed deeply, white sneaker scratching the back of your shin before looking back at her. ‘I’ve got this science project with him, and he’s been avoiding me the whole week.’
A scoff full of bitterness left Nancy’s mouth. She bit her lip, eyes lost somewhere beyond the orange trees of the forest next to Steve’s house as she shook her head. Only then, you were able to look at her, really look at her. She seemed exhausted. Purple skin under her pretty big deer eyes, mascara a bit smudged under her lashes, and something that looked a lot like blood on her fingernails.
‘Well, he’s not here.’ She said.
You swallowed then, covering your shaky nervous fingers with the sleeves of Tim’s jacket. She followed the gesture with her eyes, looking at the expensive piece of clothing that was clearly a few sizes too big for you, making you look even smaller under it. You were always so perfect, she thought, she hated it.
‘Why are you here, Nancy?’ You asked then, voice soft and careful. You had the feeling there was a lot more going on than what was on the surface, but a part of you didn’t want to believe that Nancy was back at spending her days after school with Steve Harrington.
She avoided your eyes when she sighed and put her hands on the back pockets of her jeans. ‘You should go home.’
You clenched your jaw when she closed the door, but there was no strength in you to stop her.
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Chrissy Cunningham’s Halloween pyjama party was probably one of your favourite nights of the year. You got to get drunk and dress pretty without worrying about disgusting boys bothering you. Her house was big enough so you could hang out with a bunch of different people without getting bored, and if you were honest with yourself, you couldn’t stand another drive-in cinema night with Tim, watching French movies that you didn’t feel educated enough to understand fully.
You drove to Chrissy’s house wearing white wings and a feathery halo of the same colour on your head. A simple white dress with matching stockings hugged your body, along with your most comfortable pair of silver heels that you got rid of as soon as you walked inside your friend’s house.
You had seen Nancy’s familiar car outside before you parked, so it didn’t surprise you when you found her sitting in the living room dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. Next to her, a chatty and drunk Robin Buckley wore a scarecrow costume. They didn’t notice you when you started to say hi to some people in the kitchen and Chrissy poured you your first drink.
It didn’t take a lot of time until you became the life of the party, getting rid of the angel wings, singing Madonna out loud as you walked barefoot through the long hallways of Chrissy’s home, throwing gummies at your friends from the cheering team and playing fuck, marry, kill.
‘So…’ Chrissy hugged a pillow in front of her as she looked at you, a feline grin on her face, as she looked at you, cat ears and whiskers making her look threatening. ‘Is Tim a good kisser?’
Nancy lifted her eyes, observing how your cheeks turned red as your eyes followed the movements of your hand playing with the stocking’s mesh.
‘He’s okay.’ You said, biting your lip, innocent eyes lifting to look back at Chrissy, not attempting to give more information.
‘Is he big?’ Carol Perkins asked, tongue sticking to the back of her teeth, knowing that the implicit question of your virginity would make you uncomfortable.
‘That’s not–’ You started.
‘Carol.’ Chrissy interrupted you, giving her a serious look, ‘Don’t push her.’
‘Jeez, sorry. I didn’t know the princess was so sensitive.’ She laughed before eyeing you, ‘I mean you can always ask Munson if Tim doesn’t feel like fucking you, I’m sure you’d make his day.’
‘Or I could ask your boyfriend, given he’s still not over me.’ You said standing up. You were able to see through glossy eyes how Carol’s face dropped before you walked towards the kitchen to get another drink.
You were trying hard not to cry as you took a glass out of the cupboard, head full of anxious thoughts. What was wrong with you? Why didn’t Tim Gallagher want you?
When you turned back, the sight of a shadow made you drop the glass on the floor, crystal shattering in front of you. Nancy stood on the kitchen’s door, cat eyes bright in contrast to the red of the cape around her shoulders.
You bent in front of the broken glass, not really thinking about what you were doing as you wanted to hide your face from her. Your hands found the shattered crystals on the floor before you could even think about it, and you gasped at the feeling of the sharp material cutting through your skin.
‘Shit.’ You said shutting your eyes in pain before facing away at the sight of blood.
‘Oh, damn.’ Nancy bent next to you. The cold skin of her hands finding yours made you turn your face to her. Nancy’s eyes filled with softness, eyebrows almost meeting at the middle at the sight of your glossy pupils.
You stood up quickly and grabbed a kitchen cloth to hide the sight of your bleeding hand.
‘I can—’
‘I’m fine.’ You said walking out of the kitchen towards the room where your things were. You heard the clicking of Nancy’s heels behind you, which made you raise your voice, ‘I said I’m fine, Nancy.’
She kept following you in silence, walking behind you when you entered the guests’ room. You stumbled in the darkness before walking into the small bathroom inside and turning the light on. ‘You can leave.’
‘You hate blood.’ She murmured. You stood up in front of the sink for a few seconds before turning it on, you couldn’t believe she would remember that. You threw you head back to avoid the sight of the water turning red under your cut.
You gasped again at the stinging of the wound, and Nancy couldn’t help but roll her eyes at you. Your jaw clenched when she stood next to you and turned the sink off.
‘What the–’
‘Sit.’ She said, feline eyes following your moves as you gave in and did as she said, lifting yourself to sit on the sink’s counter.
Nancy opened the little drawer next to your leg, trying to ignore the way the lace of the stockings hugged your thighs so well as you nervously swung your feet like a child that was about to get scolded. She found it funny in a sad way, you seemed to be exactly the same person you were a year ago, always emanating a purity you didn’t even seem to be aware of, while she felt she had aged so much in the same amount of time.
You were too busy avoiding the sight of the cut to notice how her eyes lingered on you, perfect knees under white mesh, velvet skin under silky fabric, soft-spoken voice even when you were mad, hands smooth as silk and pink manicure on your nails.
‘You seem to be good at this.’ You said looking to your side as she tapped a cotton pad wet with alcohol on the wound.
The sound of her soft laugh made you look back at her, ‘I’ve got more practise than you think.’
Her eyes went straight to your hand at the sight of your frown. She didn’t have the time or energy to explain. This night had seemed like a nice opportunity for her and Robin to disconnect and forget about everything they had been through last week, but her mind was still somewhere in the cold labyrinth of the upside down.
‘Well, it does seem like Steve has gotten into a lot of fights lately.’ You said, eyes still on the bathroom’s ceiling.
Nancy stayed in silence for a few seconds, you could feel her eyes on you, pondering about what to say. The shadow of a smile threatened to take over her features. ‘I’m not dating Steve, you know.’
Your eyes turned to her then, still trying to avoid the sight of your bloody hand. She was focused on your hand now, still cleaning the wound when she spoke again. ‘I’m not dating Jonathan, either. At least not anymore.’
She noticed the subtle node of your head from the corner of her eye, white teeth biting your lip as you kept your questions for yourself. The trust that you two shared was now non-existent. Once, you had known every little secret that belonged to Nancy Wheeler, but the friend you had loved was very different from the girl standing in front of you now.  
Nancy got lost in her own thoughts as you stayed silent. It was too complicated for her to think about relationships in times like these. Looking back, she realised Jonathan and her were never meant to make it. She was better off alone. For Nancy, Hawkins was becoming a little more like hell with the passing of days, yet you were here, and it seemed like you lived in a snow globe where all that shit couldn’t touch you. She wasn’t sure if it made her feel angry or relieved, knowing that despite all the chaos, angels with soft hands and no scars still existed out there.
‘Ouch.’ You complained when she applied some pressure.
‘Just checking for any pieces of glass.’ Her voice was plain, but when she saw the way you shut your eyes hard, her hands softened. She forgot you weren’t Steve or Jonathan or Eddie. You weren’t even Robin, who was quite careless about wounds. She had to make some effort to find a bit of tenderness inside of her when she started fixing the bandage around your hand, but by the time she was done, her fingers had gladly gotten used to the softness of your skin.
‘Thanks.’ You said observing your dressed hand, features calm before your gaze fell on your costume, where drops of blood had stained the white fabric that covered your chest and lap. ‘Shit.’
You didn’t think too much about it when you started taking the dress off, and Nancy didn’t feel the urge of looking away as if she was some boy spying on the girls’ changing rooms. But her eyes did linger on the daisies of your lace underwear, on the exposed skin of your breasts under the matching bra, a little adorning bow in the middle of your boobs. The remains of some sort of pearly powder made them look silky as if you really were some kind of heavenly creature. She wondered if you’d always be the knife that twisted on her stomach.
You put the dress aside, but the weight of her eyes on you made you stay sitting on the counter rather than stand up to wash it as you had meant to. Nancy took a step towards you, silence filled only by the sound of your pulse on your ears as she lifted a hesitant hand and put a strand of hair behind your ear.
‘Hey.’ She whispered; her little body found her way in between your hanging legs.
‘Hi.’ You whispered. You missed her. God, you missed her so much her absence burned on your chest.
Nancy’s eyes turned softer and softer the more she studied your face, hostility melting the more she let your strawberry perfume invade her lungs. You had always been so perfect, she wondered how. Her thin hand found the bone of your knee over the mesh of the stockings. Her big blue eyes followed the patterns her hand was drawing on it, and you lifted your eyebrows when your name fell from her lips.
‘Does he…’ Her eyes avoided yours, shy yet curious under long lashes. ‘Does he treat you well?’
Was he sweet to you? Did he take care of you? She wondered. She knew you were very confident on the outside, always assertive and at times sassy. But she also knew that you hated when people raised their voice, or when they drove fast or that you were sensitive to loud noises, like planes or thunder.
Your eyes turned shy at her question, cheeks turning rosy in the bathroom’s light, feet subtly swinging to release your nerves. But this was Nancy. This was Nance. ‘Too well, I’d say.’
She understood what you meant instantly, the words of Carol Perkins in the living room echoed through her mind, and her chest filled with a strange feeling of both rage and tenderness. Her fingers brushed against the soft skin of your thigh, tracing a straight line from your knee upwards as she closed the small distance between your foreheads, your eyes closed in a beautiful frown of anticipation and confusion.
A sweet gasp left your mouth when Nancy’s fingertips found your cunt over the fabric of your underwear. She inhaled it, mint and alcohol mixed on your breath as she followed the movement of your head with hers when you tilted it to the side, weakened by the pleasure. She stroked softly and slowly, letting you take your own time to damp the fabric enough to stain its whiteness with a wet patch.
With her other hand, she placed a strand of your hair on your back to have a better look at your collarbones. The gesture made you open your eyes to look right into hers, the darkness behind your pupils making her bite her lower lip in satisfaction, her fingers weren’t inside you yet and you were already an adorable mess of whimpers. You opened your legs for her, a clear sign that you needed more, and you needed it now.
Nancy started rubbing slightly faster, but not too much, yet you were so sensitive and wet that the change of speed was enough to make you arch your back. Her lips found your neck then, leaving sweet, wet kisses at first that then turned into sucking bites filled with senseless words, ‘So sweet.’ She said as the strawberry perfume that emanated from your pores made her needier. ‘You’ve always been so goddamn sweet, fuck.’
The strap of your bra fell down your shoulder, exposing more skin for her to bite and lick on. Her hand drew an invisible line down to your back before resting on your butt cheek, a handful squeeze that made you throw your head back in pleasure. You heard a soft laugh coming from Nancy’s lips that made you roll your eyes. You were weak, yes, but she was also mean. So mean.
Your head rested against the mirror behind you, the movement making the fabric of your bra drop a little, just enough for the subtle shadow of your nipples to peak from beneath it. The sight made Nancy push her legs together trying to release the tension, and you opened yours even more, showing off what a pretty mess of white lace you were willing to turn into just for her.
Nancy licked her lips before she started closing the distance between you two, noses brushes as you felt her hand behind your back unleash the bra. You didn’t close your eyes when the piece of fabric finally liberated your boobs, and her gaze went straight to your chest. You didn’t close them when her hand stroked the skin below your belly bottom before playing with the hem of your underwear. You didn’t close them when she sticked her tongue out to lick your lower lip sensually. And you certainly didn’t close them when her fingers dived under your underwear to start drawing circles on your sensitive, puffy clit.
Because you wanted her to see what she was doing to you, fuck. You wanted her eyes on your mouth when you moaned like a frail animal that needed to be fucked badly, just like you were doing now. You wanted her eyes on your hips when you rolled them greedily against her hand like a needy brat that was dying to be spoiled. You just wanted her big sapphire eyes on your body as you fell apart.
She carefully started by putting half of one finger inside. Biting her lips in nervousness at how you would react to it, because the truth was, she wasn’t really sure if she was doing it right, and she was scared of disappointing you. But when you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sudden feeling as her thumb still played with your wet clit, she relaxed. Nancy took her finger out and in again in a steady rhythm, slowly pushing it a bit deeper whenever she put it back in. She tried with two fingers, and the moan that came from your throat encouraged her to increase the speed, as you got lost in the daze of unexplored pleasure with lazy eyes and lips red from biting them.
‘Oh, that’s so…’ The innocent tone of your voice filled with surprised made her want to touch herself badly as you softly moaned the last word, ‘Nice.’
‘Yeah?’ Her tongue licked that little space of skin under your earlobe. ‘How nice?’
‘So. Nice. Hmm.’ Your felt dizzy as the sounds of your wet cunt being fucked by her fingers filled the bathroom, little drops of sweat all over your cheeks and chest like morning dew on rose petals. ‘Deeper, please.’
‘What’s that?’ She didn’t mean to make it sound so bitchy, like a command. Nancy was just concerned that she’d might end up doing the wrong thing, but she’d be lying if she didn’t say it turned her on ever more.
‘De– depper.’ You could barely talk, struggling to catch your breath as pleasure took over your body.
Her breaths became needier as well while her nose rested on your neck, hearing your little moans and enjoying the view of your greedy pussy that searched to be finally filled.
‘Open wider, baby.’ She said then. This time her voice sounded firm enough for you to know she was going to give you what you wanted. You did as she said and Nancy kept fingering you deeper and deeper for a few minutes until she could feel something give in, and her fingers were able to reach the spot you had always known existed but could never touch.
‘Shit.’ You whispered, eyes blinking repeatedly trying to process what just happened.
But Nancy didn’t give you time to think when her hunger took over her and she bent over the sink so her head could reach your thighs, kissing your velvet skin. Soft licks on the lace of your stocking as her wet fingers came in and out of you, a red love bite next to the beauty mark on your leg when you let out another loud moan, and a sweet wet kiss over your covered cunt that made you look down at her like a fucking angel in agony. Boobs pushed against each other and hands stroking her hair while her pink tongue brushed against your clit and her fingers still played with your pussy.
‘Nancy.’
‘That’s it, pretty girl.’ You could feel her breath against your clit as she whispered, your bud so sensitive even that small stimulus sent you over the edge. ‘Say my name while your cum.’
‘Nan– Fuck.’ You couldn’t even make sense of your words as your walls squeezed subtly a couple of times before the sweet throb of your orgasm hit you. ‘U-uh.’
You were still riding her fingers for a little while as you convulsed on the sink counter, thighs sticky and body sweaty. Nancy lifted her other hand to hold your chin, big eyes taking in the adorable image of your rosy cheeks as you tried to catch your breath, the motion making your exposed breasts go up and down in exhaustion.
‘You’re so bad, little angel.’
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pastel-pillows · 22 days
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Y’all ever think about getting stuck in a rain storm with your favorite?
It’s coming down too fast to see more than five feet in front of you and you both decided it’s best to just wait it out on a side section of the road. You both think it’ll last an hour or so at most but then dark skies start to get darker and the rain isn’t letting up so you both climb into the back of the car and curl into each other to bunker down for the night. It’s on the verge of summer with just enough spring chill that all you need is each other’s body heat and the thin sweaters you’d both worn tossed over you like a blanket to keep warm.
You spend the night talking as you listen to the rain pound against the metal roof, enjoy the comforting sound of their breath as they doze off while you watch the rain slide down the wind shield. It starts to lighten up right as your eyelids get heavy but you choose to let sleep wash over you as you lay in each others arms entirely content to take this time away from the world to indulge in the feeling of simply being close.
When morning comes you’re both stiff from how you slept but neither of you want to move quiet yet. You don’t know what time it is but you can see the sun shining through the windows and feel it warming your skin as another day starts, the rush you’d felt to get to your destination falls to the back of your minds as you take your time waking up.
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medium-rare-bimbo · 8 months
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MINORS DNI
May contain Dubcon, age gap, dark characters, somnophilia, stepcest
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♡ sucking steve and Billy's cocks when they've just finished their basketball practice they suffocate you in their balls
"God you're fucking disgusting bet you're getting off on this arent you?"
"Billy be nice shes too dumb to care about a little bit of sweat"
♡ eddie would bite your boobs </3 would probably make your nipples bleed then flick them through your shirt
♡ I love the whole "stuck in the washing machine" porn plot <3 maybe you hosted a small get together at your house (Nancy, robin, eddie, steve, Jonathan, billy, argyle) and you quickly decide that you need to grab something from your room. Its stored at the back of your bed so you have no other choice but to crawl underneath to get it, unfortunately your bed frame decides to fall just as you were pulling out leaving you stuck with your back arched. Thankfully your friends hear your yells and come to help you but not before they have some fun with you first, you're covered in cum and spit by the end. Your cunt all puffy swollen and sore but your night doesnt end there because they soon find out that they cant Lift the bed :((( meaning they have to call for help, big strong hopper shows up and stretches you out even more but eventually pulls you out from beneath the crushed bed.
♡ billy would 110% fuck you then take pictures of you just to show to his teammates (who tried to flirt with you) that you were his
♡ •whoever• helping there favourite cheerleader stretch, pressing your legs to you chest as they repeatedly hit that special spot that makes you feel all gooey inside
♡ rockstar! eddie fucking you on stage 👁👁
♡ billy/eddie making you cry just so they can wipe your tears and jerk off with them. They're being so mean to you, tears are streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto their cock
♡ mrs wheeler had a bad date night and comes home wine drunk, you're having a sleepover with nancy (whose already asleep) you stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water when you hear her enter. You're not sure how you ended up with her red lipstick smudged between your thighs or your swollen, juice soaked lips but you're not complaining especially when she invites you over the next day
♡ robin really likes your boobs. Almost in a obsessive kinda way. Theyre always so sore and bruised from how much she sucks on them, there are small crescent moon shaped cuts from where she squeezes them aswell as finger shaped marks. Shes always so sorry when you whine in pain as struggle to put your bra on choosing to just pull your shirt on without the wired piece of fabric, her apologies are insincere as she cant help but gawk at your chest and your hardened nipples. It's a win her book
♡ steve x bimbo! reader who loves skating !! He always sees you in your mini skirts and roller skates but can never seem to get the opportunity to talk to you that is until you come into family video looking for some elvis movie for your grandma, despite his charm and flattery you're too dumb to understand his flirting and brush him off he assumed  you were playing hard to get and Almost like clock work youd come in every week to return and rent a new movie then indirectly reject him. Steve had gotten tired of the schedule you had both fallen into when he decided to ask you directly
"Are you not interested in me or something? Am I getting the wrong signals? Because everytime i try to flirt with you, you just ignore it.  Arr you ju- just not into men? Or-"
"Oh my god! I didnt know you were flirting with me silly! like I dont think you ever said something in a flirty way. And by the way as much as I love women I also totally love men maybe not as much but that's not important. You know if I had known you were flirting I would've soo gone out with you I mean-"
He coudlnt believe his ears, you didnt know he was flirting with you? He used the most obvious pick up lines
"W-wait what do you mean you didnt know I was flirting with you?"
"Well it's not like you asked me to bend over so how was I supposed to know?"
"...I dont think that's flirting"
You felt so bad for him :((( you couldnt believe how dumb you were for not realising sooner </3 luckily for Steve his break was soon which gave you a chance to make up for it, although the storage room was not the ideal place for you to be on your knees you couldnt find a thought to care.
♡ eddie would bite your pussy. Nobody else will say it but he would be devouring your cunt then bite you
♡ breeding kink! With dark! Steve!!! Hed fuck you anytime he gets the chance, bent over the sink? Boom cock in you, in the shower? Boom filled, when you sleep? BOOM BOOM BOOM COCK
♡ sucking on man titties 👁👁
♡ hehe flayed billy making you eat ice before you suck him off because he likes the cold
♡ hopper cucking Phil!! Fucks his pretty lil wife right in front of him, hes tied up with a cock ring !!!! Hopper threatens to knock you up and claim you !!!
♡ argyle jerking off infront of you <3<3 you're getting high in the back of his van and he cant help but get turned on by the look of you, you've always been close and in the drug induced haze you cant help but let him stroke himself especially when he asks so nicely
♡ nancy has so many toys its insane, shes also very adamant about using them on you
♡ eddie in panties!!!! Eddie in panties!! MY PRETTY BOY!!! dont think this means hes going to be submissive for you if anything he gets meaner maybe he makes you wear them after he gets all his cum smeared on the inside
♡ stepdad hopper fingering you under the table at dinner !!! His thick fingers sliding against your gummy walls, he sucks off your juices playing it off as him enjoying his food
♡ billy pulls your pussy apart just to spit on it before eating, sometimes smacks your clit too just so see it swell up, likes forcing his fingers into you so he can feel how you try to push him out. Hes probably tattooed his name on to your mound
♡ eddie pretends to pray before spitting on your clit, he uses his pointer finger to move his salvia around maybe nibbles at it too. He just likes watching your hips jerk towards him, gets him worked up to know that only he can please you
♡ steve kisses your clit but not just a simple peck this man makes out with your clit !!! He sucks and swirls his tongue around it practically forces his faces as close as he can get. He loves tasting you, he loves knowing that you juices linger on him
♡ argyle loves stretching your pussy apart to watch your hole clench around nothing. He thinks your cunt is the prettiest thing hes ever seen and could spend forever looking at it. He eats you out slowly trying to prolong leaving his space between you thighs, his lips are swollen by the end and his face is covered in your juices
♡ Jonathan kisses your clit before going down on you, his mouth is all over you and hes constantly lapping up the juices that spill out of you. His fingers are buried inside of you and are moving from your hole to his mouth
♡ hopper is mean and spits on you aswell as spanks your poor cunt. He fingers you so expertly that you feel like you're in heaven, his mouth never leaves your clit and you're all sensitive the next morning from his moustache. He prolongs your orgasms until your screaming and crying for release
♡ nancy is also mean </3 she gets you on the floor and presses her foot into you covered pussy, she makes it seem like such a hassle to eat you out but her actions contradict as shes always pulling down you panties to press you against her mouth
♡ 001 is the worst of the worst that man loves watching you wither in whatever pain mixed pleasure he gives you, hes so mean and always bites and pinches your clit. You rarely get to cum when he goes down on you, only granting you permission when you're wrapped around his cock
♡ robin is in awe everytime she gets to taste you, shes constantly looking up at you as you whine and moan. Shes spent hours training herself to know your weak spots, she makes you cum so many times that you can barely keep your eyes open. She loves looking at your fucked out face and wet thighs
♡ chrissy is so sweet!! When the rest of the cheerleaders have left the locker room and have gone home you're both left alone. You're feeling bad about not perfecting a move and she has to make sure you're feeling good. She takes her time with you making sure you feel loved, she has you sat on a bench with her kneeling on the ground. Shes suffocating herself between your thighs and she wouldnt have it any other way
♡ innocent(?) Reader wants to know if cocks can get hickeys, luckily her boyfriend/bestfriend is willing to help in her experiment
♡ mean girl! Bimbo! Reader calls dark! Eddie's friendgroup "a bunch of virgin incels" he corners her and forces her into the hellfire room. He then shows her how much of a "virgin incel" he is
♡ prince! Steve,  banished! Eddie, rival! Prince! Billy, royal painter! Jonathan (no cameras so hes a painter now) royal cook! Argyle, king! hopper, princess! Nancy, royal advisor! Robin x maid! Reader (maybe not all at once but the thoughts are there)
♡ mechanic! Scumbag! Eddie who always says theres something wrong with bimbo! Readers car just so he can see her, he always gets under the car when youre wearing your infamous mini skirts. Hes so nice to you and you get him lunch when hes been working so hard <3<3 his only desired payment is your tight warm hole <3<3<3<3<3<3
♡ 001 getting obsessed with Billy's girlfriend after he possesses him <3<3 hunts you down after billy is killed, traps you in the creel house to be his housewife
♡ hopper breed me challenge, want to be his dumb personal fleshlight whose only good for being his house wife
♡ argyle hate fucking dominos worker! Reader
♡ perv! eddie has a set of dice that has been blessed by your pussy, thinking innocent! reader wanted to know how to play dnd and goes to eddie only for him to get carried away and just stuffing you with dice. Probably got bored and somehow convinced you to get on his lap, he held your down as he rubbed your clit as he forced the 20 sided die inside of you. He keeps a die on him at all times tucked away in his jeans, it's his good luck charm the rest get stored next to his bedside table where he kisses them goodbye before hellfire
♡ mrs wheeler boobs in my mouth please !!!!!! Got a vibrator pressed against eachother, she calls me her little baby and I just AEAKSBWON
♡ being Jonathan's girlfriend and coming to meet his parents only to be face first in Joyce's pussy with hoppers fat cock in your womb <3<3<3
♡ innocent(?)! Stalker! Reader takes pictures of herself naked, posed on her teddy pair, in her cotton panties, in the shower, fingers deep in her cunt just so she can give them to her favourite people. Thankfully shes always wore long skirts and baggy cardigans so nobody can trace back whose body it is
♡ I'm still not a furry but I 170% believe that eddie needs a bunny girlfriend (aka me)
♡ vampire eddie chasing down nymph! Fairy! reader to have his way with her
♡ bear! Hopper fucking bunny! Reader over fallen tree maybe it's just regular hopper and his fairy/nymph! Fuck toy
♡ AAAAA dark! Eddie coming home after a bad day finding you sleeping on the couch, he needs relief and you're the perfect thing. He climbs on top of you fucking you awake with his pierced cock.
♡ billy cums on your pussy before the day starts just so your cunt gets nice and moisturized with his seed
♡ eddie walks around the trailer with his hand down his pants he says it's to keep them warm but hes really just touching himself
♡ picnic in the woods where I just get fucked dumb and fed fruit <3 taken back to a cabin where I'm all warm and naked near the fire <3<3<3<3<3<3
♡ 👁👁 Murray keeping nymph! Reader as a pet as much as he likes his strange horny creature he cant keep up with your stamina so calls for backup from his good ol friend hopper
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love-toxin · 1 year
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Okay but miscommunication trope is only super yummy when there’s a happy ending. Liiiike reader thinking they’re getting kicked out of their relationship in the fruity four, they’re not wanted anymore, maybe even bring replaced (ie with someone like Chrissy), and so every little sarcastic quip or ignoring is seen by them as the others not loving them anymore 🥺. Until one day it all comes crumbling down and I can’t decide with is more angsty, you breaking down telling the others they don’t love you anymore, or you trying to be brave by announcing you’re leaving and the fours hearts just dropping as they try to scramble to convince you to stay and why?! Why are you leaving!?!?! Please! But of course, happy ending when everything’s properly explained and angel is reassured they could never all fall out of love with them ❤️
oh.......miscommunication trope, you say? >:)
(cws: fruity four, gn!angelface, jealousy, post-s4, PTSD, huge miscommunication trope, domestic arguing, you have a tattoo + kinda shitty parents + bad home life, chrissy's a jealousy target, breakups, jopper appearance, you're childhood friends with jonathan, mentions of grief, an almost car crash, very mild head trauma, crying, angst with a happy ending--stick with me angels!)
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Sometimes you wish Chrissy would just disappear. Just--poof--and she'd be gone.
It's awful of you to think, but you can't help it. She's just always around, ever since her breakup with Jason she's been by the house much more frequently. You were happy for her at first, because you liked her up until then, and she's always been nice to you. Plus, your partners saved her life back when all that crazy stuff with the Upside Down happened, an event you weren't privy to until after the fact, when you started dating them.
But she's always on Eddie, always chatting him up, always giggling at his attempts to cheer her up, and now she's attracted the attention of your other partners too. They're good friends, and that's good, but....why can you not shake this feeling that there's something more going on? That the arm touches over his jacket and the inside jokes aren't as friendly and harmless as they want you to think?
It's worse than that, though. The honeymoon phase is clearly over--cause all four of them just brush off your concerns, insisting that you're overreacting or just not addressing them at all. So you haven't been piping up when a joke hurts your feelings, and you've bitten your tongue when one of them has to reschedule something you've planned, and it's gotten to the point that they've wondered why you're so quiet all of a sudden. Why would they care? You think with a sour feeling in the back of your throat, rubbing the tattoo on your arm that Eddie gave you and wondering if that was just practice for someone else. You're not oblivious to the way Chrissy is slowly being invited into gatherings and dinners with everyone.....just like you were in the beginning. And after an especially heated fight with both Eddie and Robin, the worst one you've ever gotten into in your entire relationship, he got so pissed off that he just told you not to come to the dinner they had planned, and they'd take someone who actually wanted to go.
That was a couple days ago, and the air in the house has been strained for nobody else but you. You're equally as hurt by Eddie yelling at you as Robin silently going along with it, even though you slammed your bedroom door in her face when she tried to follow you, and waited until Eddie tugged her along to leave before you allowed yourself to cry. You're sick of the feeling that none of them really care for you, that you've been demoted to a piece of furniture in the house, because they've clearly lost interest. And they don't care when your things start disappearing from the house, when the clothes in your closet start dwindling, leaving behind nothing but the ones they've bought for you--no, they'd rather moon over Chrissy fucking Cunningham, and you've just taken all you think your heart can handle.
"I'm going out!" You call into the house from the front door, without any of their four voices responding. When you sigh, turn, and step out to turn the corner of the house, though, you bump right into one of them.
"Oh! Hey, baby." Steve steps back and readjusts the paper bag full of groceries he's got his arm around, keys halfway tucked into his pocket. "Where you off to?"
"Um....just, uh, gonna go visit my parents." You weren't really expecting him to pry, with how in your head you've been lately. But you're not gonna relent just cause one of the people who promised he'd love you forever, yet somehow can't be fucked enough to find the time to even watch a movie with you, asked you a question that remotely shows an ounce of concern.
"Your parents?" He blinks, shifting again to rest the bag on his hip. "You sure?"
That tone is so irritating. You used to love that almost parental sense of duty, the desire of his to know every detail of every problem so he can solve it. But now, you just feel suffocated, even though you're more distant from all of them now than you've ever been. "What, I'm not allowed to see my family?"
"Hey, that's not what I said! hold on," He moves to put the groceries inside, but you wave him off and start walking past him, your tone clearly frustrated as you encourage him to just forget it. But, in a tizzy, Steve hurriedly sets the bag down on the ground and runs to catch up with you, his hand descending on your arm only to be swatted away--but not for long, when he grabs it again and grips it tighter as he turns you to face him. "Jesus, wait! What's the big fuss? Did I do something?"
"Let me go, Steve." You refuse to look him in the eyes, but you can't break his grip. Why can't he just let it go, so it's less painful? "I don't wanna drag this out."
"Drag what out?" Finally, it dawns on him as his eyes dart from the keys clenched in your hand to the windows of your car parked in the driveway, boxes clearly piled up in the trunk and in the backseat that none of them seemed to notice you moving.
".....So that's it? You're breaking up with us?" Steve says it with disbelief, like he's expecting you to say something or anything different. It's almost a little satisfying when you respond in the way he never could have expected, even though he should've by now. Even though it feels bitter on your tongue as soon as it comes up.
"You know what? Yes. That's exactly it." You finally wrench your arm out of his grip, and each of those words sting as they come out, but you won't cry, you refuse to cry in front of Steve today. "I'm leaving tonight, and I'm never coming back to Hawkins again."
"Why?"
"Ask your new girlfriend."
"Who? Wait--Chrissy?" He shakes his head, and what comes out next is more cruel than you wanted to be--but he just won't get it, it won't happen unless you make them realize why they don't want you anymore.
"Wow, the jock has a brain! Well done, Stevie." He grimaces at once, and god, you wish it would all stuff itself back into your throat.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being such a-"
"I know you're in love with her, Steve! For fuck's sakes, I'm not as stupid as you think I am!" You shout into the broken silence of the front lawn, wishing from the deepest reaches of your heart that this could all just be a horrible nightmare. Not reality. You don't want to be facing those big, soft eyes of Steve staring back at you in shock and pain, so you just turn your head and hope he doesn't see how much you're shaking.
"I get it, okay?! She's prettier than me, and nicer, and she doesn't have my fucking issues--and you guys clearly like her. It's like I don't even exist when she's around." You move aside to gesture towards your car, keys clutched in your hand so they won't fall or get taken from you, because you know Steve is reckless when he's upset. "None of you even noticed I was packing. Nancy fucking helped me put a box in yesterday."
Just then, both your heads turn at the sound of a car approaching--and just in time, you realize it's Eddie, his van's tires crunching the gravel of the long driveway as he pulls up to a stop beside your car. And lo and behold, sitting in the front seat with a smile on her face is her. Chrissy waves to you through the window, and as if your heart isn't in the process of shattering into shards that dig into your lungs, you raise your hand to acknowledge her back. You turn back to look at Steve one last time. Memorizing his face, because you know you won't ever see him again, as you take a few steps backward and hand him your parting words.
"Don't break her heart, Steve. It sucks."
With that, and with nothing but confliction reflecting back at you on his face, you turn on your heels and make your way around your car, bidding Eddie and Chrissy a stiff goodbye as they get out of the van and you get into your car. You reverse, roll back out of the driveway, and shift gears to start puttering down the road. And as soon as the house is out of your rearview mirror, that's when you feel those tears spilling out that won't stop until well after you pass the Leaving Hawkins sign on the side of the road.
A week into your new start in the city, you haven't gotten any more closure than when you left.
Living with your aunt isn't great, but it's something. The apartment is small, and you still haven't found a new job--you did call the Palace to inform them that you were quitting, though, to which you were greeted with nothing but indifference as you left a message on the answering machine. Figures that nobody in that town would miss me, you think, but you can't dwell on it for too long, because then you'll start thinking of them and it'll have you sobbing into your pillow again. Even worse is that you can't even fully express your pain to your family, your aunt, anybody--because they'll all think you're a freak, and it won't be surprising that your "relationship" ended so badly. You don't even really speak to your parents or your family in the first place, so you can't expect them to show you any sympathy. In fact, if they said anything to you, it would probably be that you should be glad it's over so you can live a normal life.
You don't want normal. You want your Robin talking your ear off about something gross for hours, you want Eddie burping into your ear and laughing, you want Nancy falling asleep on top of you and drooling on your chest, and Steve--you want Steve to come over while you're both on your breaks, talking with his mouth full and stealing bits of your lunch while kissing you in between each bite. You want that love back, you want it so badly it hurts, it hurts your heart every time something reminds you of them.
Maybe that's the worst part. That they don't want that anymore, they want someone that can share those memories with of that terrible tragedy, who knows how they feel and relates to those nightmares that wake them up in a cold sweat, who they can compare scars with and laugh with now that it's all over. They want someone scarred but beautiful, someone perfect, and you can never be that way no matter how hard you try. It explains why you haven't gotten a single phone call, or a letter, or anything since you left, and that treatment extends into your second week in Indy and right into the third. But it doesn't get any less painful, even when you get a job at a convenience store around the corner to busy yourself and help with the rent. Nor when you try going on a date or two, just to spend the whole dinner staring off into space as they talk and wondering what the people you loved are doing right now.
While you're behind the counter at work, your thoughts often drift back to that house by Maple Drive. The path around the back that leads into the woods, where Eddie would take you out for a smoke and to watch the stars for awhile--always with a walkie on hand, just in case, as Steve used to say. The pool that often sits empty, and sometimes you'd look out the window to see Nancy lifting up the cover on it to peek underneath, before breathing a visible sigh of relief and briskly walking away. Sometimes even in the middle of the night, creeping out the sliding glass door in her pajamas. And you remember that bed you often shared with Robin, who gets so clingy when she sleeps....and you wonder if she's sharing it with Chrissy now, if the cheerleader you always thought was such a nice girl is occupying the spot you thought would be yours forever.
Your brow furrows as you stock Camels on the shelf behind the counter, sliding each one into the perfect spot but feeling an itch of irritation when they don't line up. Is Eddie holding her right now? Is he coming up behind her every morning, and nuzzling his nose into her cheek as she stirs milk into her coffee? Is Nancy cuddling her and chatting her up about whatever project she has going on right now? Is Steve picking up her bag, and insisting she let her boyfriend hold the heavy stuff while she sits and looks pretty? They probably are. And they're probably much happier doing it with her, than they ever were with you.
Something thuds on the counter behind you, and you sigh without a sound as the gruff voice at your back asks for a pack while you're at it. Your fist squeezes around the box you've got in hand, and when you turn on your heels to toss it on to the tabletop and reach for the scanner, your eyes widen, and so do the ones on the moustached man that's towering in front of you with a petite woman at his side.
"Hop?"
You breathe out the name, trying to regain yourself as quick as you can--you're pretty used to keeping your tears back now, adjusted to having a straight face so nobody will pry or prod for your feelings. The former sheriff of your hometown that you used to duck out of sight from, laughing and hiding your goods with Eddie right behind you, is standing at your counter with a shocked expression, along with Joyce Byers who seems just as surprised to see you here. And with little else you can think of, you clear your throat and try to crack that tense silence.
"Uh...so, you two on vacation, or someth-"
"Are you fucking with me?"
Hopper cuts you off, hands bracing the edge of the counter as he looks you up and down, the two glass bottles of Coke getting shoved aside by him to fall over and roll across the counter as he reaches across the barrier to grab your arm. Without much struggle, because you have no clue what's going on, you allow the older man to yank your wrist up and turn it over, Joyce hurriedly pushing up your sleeve with her gaze pinned to your skin, like she's desperately searching for something that has nothing to do with your confused questions spilling out on top of each other.
When they've finally uncovered that patch of skin they were looking for, the two of them share a look between themselves, before finally looking back up to acknowledge how baffled and worried you are. It isn't until you scan down to see what they found that the pieces start coming together, the black ink of the tattoo Eddie gave you when you first started dating peeking out at you. It's just a thin, mid-sized black circle on your inner forearm, with five points reaching outward like a sun. But the detail of it has always enchanted you, Eddie's diligent stare as he inked it into your skin burned into your mind. You've considered getting it covered since then, but....you can't bring yourself to do it yet.
"I'll call it in," Hopper says cryptically, stepping back and turning away to bring out the walkie from his belt and start mumbling into it. In the meanwhile, you're left with his partner, and the lady you've practically grown up with since she babysat you a long time ago. You often forget that time, when you and Jonathan would run around her backyard with sticks and rocks to try and build your own castle, while his baby brother watched from the stairs and giggled at your antics. You were so young, and so carefree, it seemed....but it was a happy time, one of few before you met those four.
"Honey, you're alright?" Joyce's voice quivers, anxious for the answer, but you nod as soon as her question registers because you hate to see her like this.
"Ye...Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She circles round the counter, coming right in for a hug that you return without question. The squeeze is tight, like a mother's embrace upon returning home from a long time away, and you instantly feel a pinch of guilt for neglecting to include her in your plan to leave Hawkins. Now that you think about it, you really didn't tell anyone, except....
"-Kid, relax, we're coming there. No, do not get in your car, sit your ass down so you're there when we get back! Jesus," Hop gets more animated as he talks over the channel, and your hug splits as your head swivels towards the sound of a familiar voice through the static. Steve.
"Are they there? Let me talk to them! Please, Hopper, let me hear their voice-"
It's so frantic, desperate. The first time you've heard one of their voices in what feels like your whole life, and you have to struggle not to cave, bringing a shaky hand up over your mouth as you whisper a "What's going on?" to Joyce. And with your ears perked up, you can distinguish the background noise in the transmission--there are three other distinct voices, talking just as fearfully amongst themselves as they also try to get through to Hop. Nancy, Eddie, and Robin, each with as much indignation as Steve, who must be holding the other walkie.
"We're coming down right now, kid. Just try to calm down in the meantime." With that, Hopper shuts the antenna and gestures for you to follow him, the sweet woman at your side holding your arm as you obey him, like she's afraid you'll vanish if she lets go. You're led out of the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead to Hop's truck parked by the curb--you at least have the sense to fumble with your keys and lock the front door before you leave--you let him open the door and sit yourself in the backseat, and shakily buckle yourself in as they get in front with promises to explain everything. Still struck dumb with shock to the point that it hasn't really registered that you just left work in the middle of your shift.
But you get an idea of what's happening when you turn your head, and catch a glimpse of a scattered stack of papers on the seat beside you out of your peripheral. Tentatively, as Hop starts up the ignition, your fingers brush over one of the nearest pages--and when you lift it up to survey it closer, the two of them notice you and share another sobering look between them. What's staring back at you is undeniably, unmistakably, a missing person's ad. And the picture is one you recognize immediately, because it's yours. Your photo, details of your last sighting, a description of your tattoo, a list of things for people to look out for....
"You really worried everyone back home, kid."
Suddenly, a bitterness rises up inside you, and the paper crumples slightly as you realize what's really happening. "I'm fine. I just...decided to get out of Hawkins."
"Yeah, well, maybe tell your roommates that, first."
"Hop-"
"They didn't care! I told Steve anyways, so what's the big fucking deal?" Even though Joyce flinches at you raising your voice, you can't be quiet right now. Anger is something you've been almost too numb to endure these last few weeks, but now you could just put your fist straight through Hopper's window--they put up such a fuss for what? To drag you back to that shitty inbred town in the sticks, just to make sure they didn't want you in the first place? It's bullshit.
"They sure as shit care!" Hop shouts right back, casting his signature scowl over his shoulder as he drives through semi-empty streets. It's so late, and so dark, it's unlikely there'll even be many pedestrians. "Do you realize how many times Nancy Wheeler has shown up on my doorstep, begging me to go on another search and rescue for you?! They're worried sick!"
"Why?"
There's silence for awhile, very tense silence, before you repeat your question that says much more than just that one word.
"....Because they thought you were gone. They thought you were there."
There. That's what he means--the other world, the Upside Down. The place you've never seen, only heard horror stories about and snatches of descriptions of when you comforted one of them during a night terror. The missing people, the murders, the experiments....they're all so hard to believe, but then again, you can't deny Will's remarkable return from the dead or Barbara Holland's coverup death, both of which you've been close enough to to know that there's no way they're just elaborate lies.
So they were worried you had died. That your disappearance wasn't of your own volition. They're going to be in for an unfortunate surprise, but by the tightly shut locks on Hopper's truck doors, you know there's no getting out of this until he brings you right back to drop you in their laps.
"We came here to look for you. Your mom finally told us you had an aunt in the city." Joyce offers you another piece to the puzzle, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that your ex-partners seemed so desperate over the walkie. They....they wouldn't want you to die, but that doesn't mean they want you. Figures that your parents would make it more difficult for two of the only people that even remotely have any concern for you too, they're probably profiting off all that glorious attention of having a missing child.
"I have a life here, now. I don't want to go back." Lies. You know it's all lies.
"Listen, kid, whatever happened with your friends, I promise it's not worth throwing in the towel. You've gotta see things through." Clearly it's not worth an argument, you'd rather save your energy at this point. You're gonna need plenty to face that hard conversation you know is coming, when you're gonna have to confirm to them directly that you're moving on. No more running away, or hiding from the problem. You have to face it.
"You don't know anything about me, or them."
The already long drive drags on even longer in the silence that follows, and you make a mental note to call your aunt when they get you back to Hawkins, so she doesn't freak out when she comes home to an empty apartment. You can imagine your manager's gonna call and cuss you out before firing you for leaving the store unattended, too, and you groan and let your head hit the seat behind you. Now you're gonna have to find another job, gonna have to explain to your aunt what you did....or maybe she won't even notice your absence, not until someone makes a fuss about it.
Your mind is left racing with so many thoughts and worries that the scenery passes by without note, the moon barely shining any light on the landscape, like it's all one huge plain with little dots for buildings and trees. Like one big hellscape, but it's numb and frozen over with nothing left but a mocking echo of the world that's no longer here. You don't even really recognize your surroundings until a couple hours have passed, and the Welcome To Hawkins sign zips by and has you sitting up in your seat. Just as you pass it, though, you think you see the glimmer of another set of headlights, a rarity on these quiet streets--and then your whole world shifts violently.
"Shit!" Hop curses as he swerves suddenly, and Joyce shrieks as you all nearly careen off the road and into the ditch, your head cracking against the window and bouncing off for you to clutch at it in pain. A groan is all you can get out when he calls back to you, the dizzy feeling making you a little sick, but as you lift your head and the truck rolls to a stop, you spot the culprit of that downright suicidal speed driving that nearly caused a head-on collision.
Your heart is pierced with a deep chill immediately. You'd recognize that van anywhere, and that curly mane of hair as the driver stumbles out his door even moreso. He's not hurt, just dazed--and for the moment, your brain doesn't immediately go to the question of why you should even care. As he stands there in the road, in the dark, Eddie's form is lit up by the headlights still shining without a flicker, but he doesn't flinch even when it must be glaring directly into his eyes, just holds a hand up to block it out. And when they meet yours as you lean over the console to see him, he doesn't wait a second, hurrying around the passenger's side of the truck to fumble for the handle of your door. With a click, and the light above you switching on as a beeping starts to emit from the vehicle, Eddie's suddenly cramming himself into the backseat with you--and there's tears already wetting his cheeks as he grabs you in a hug, gasping in a shaky lungful of breath like he's shocked he's really touching you. Crying and mumbling into your hair, Eddie buckles when you squeeze him back, falling victim to that desire in the deepest part of your soul that just wanted to hold him again.
"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it baby, I didn't--everything I said, I swear, I was being such a fucking moron-" He starts babbling from nowhere, and his voice itself is a comfort, having not heard it next to your ear for so long that it aches now.
"Eddie-"
"You're mine, okay?! You're my everything!" He cries, burying his face even deeper into your neck and inhaling whatever scent he can get. You're stunned into staying limp, letting his hands grab and squeeze at you wherever they land--his curly hair tickles your cheek and sticks to it, and that sensation alone drags tears up to the surface, only allowing them to spill when you hear him whispering those croaked pleas of "I love you, I love you, I love you" until you're crying right along with him. It's been so long since you heard it, you'd started believing it was never really true.
It takes minutes that feel like hours for you to both calm down enough to look at each other, your face cradled in Eddie's rough hands as he sniffles and murmurs a "You're so beautiful" so innocently sincere, that it instantly makes you wish you had never left. He smiles, and the world that seems so dark grows a little brighter around you. You're not even privy to the looks Joyce and Hopper are giving each other in the front seat, clearly a little surprised at the passion you two share that nobody else has ever seen. But they know. And when Eddie starts pulling you out of your seat with the promise to take you back, Hop only reminds him to drive safely before he allows you two to shut the truck's door and circle round the vehicle with Eddie's arm clinging to your waist. The air hits you, cool and dry, just like it always is in Hawkins. And when he opens your door for you and waits for you to clamber in, before getting in on the other side and fumbling contently with his keys, you're not sure you really know what to expect. He briefly elaborates that he'd gotten worried, and that he's just glad he spotted Hop's truck before he'd sped all the way out of Hawkins and missed you--but it doesn't last, because soon he's grabbing your thigh and sighing out a breath of relief.
"We'll talk about everything when we get home. For now, I just want to hold you." Eddie offers his hand to you, giving it a grateful squeeze when you slip yours into it and interlace your fingers together.
They'll all hate me for real, this time.
That's exactly how the drive goes, Eddie's shoulders relaxed even as he steers with one hand, and navigates while stealing glances over at you with relief written all over his face, and brings your hands up to kiss your knuckles every so often. But he's just one. The other three....your heart sinks as you run over that last conversation you had with Steve, the way you'd ignored Robin completely, and how you pretended everything was absolutely fine with Nancy up until the moment you left. And it somehow dawns on you only then--they thought you were gone, that you had been taken to the Upside Down, and your heart sinks as you watch the trees pass by in clusters while that dread creeps closer down the road that's so familiar.
Not even the comforting warmth of Eddie's hand could drive that thought out of your mind, even less so when he turns and you hit that patch of gravel that leads up the driveway. He'll stop soon, and you'll be facing the music....and when Eddie shifts into park, you sort of float from your seat to the walkway where you threw your feelings back into Steve's face, and up towards the front door that Eddie opens for you before you cross the threshold into the house. It does feel like home, and you don't want to lose it right on the welcome mat, so you blink away any tears that threaten to spill before you quietly follow him into the living room.
Three heads turn to look your way, too inundated in conversation around the coffee table to hear the door opening, but that stops the second their eyes land on you. Steve and Robin are the ones sitting closest to where you stand, but Nancy's the one that makes her way to you first, her lower lip already quivering enough to break into a sob as she crosses the patch of carpet to throw her arms around you. She's strong enough to grip you tight enough to hurt, but too weak to keep herself on her feet, and you end up sinking to the floor with her as your name floods out of her lungs on repeat, getting louder and louder and louder until she's wailing. You could swear the walls rattle with the volume she cries at, completely coming apart in your arms like you've never seen her do before.
"Don't you ever do that to me again!" She shouts, yet her voice is like a child's, wobbling and whiny and so miserably pitiful that it pains you even to listen to it, especially when she's clutching you so close to her body--so afraid that you won't be there when she pulls away, so she refuses to. You don't have any right to cry when she's so distraught, but with your head over her shoulder, the other two watch your lips curve downwards and your eyes screw shut into a flood of tears that won't stop easily.
"I'm sorry, Nancy. I'm okay." You whimper, burying your face into her curls until your lips brush her jawline, and she shudders into each gentle, praiseworthy kiss that you press there. Up until her sobs subside, and she breaths a sigh of relief that you can feel from her chest against yours, each one sinking and rising into each other as you breathe along with her. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."
She shakes her head, and finally pulls herself back to look at you, a fresh wave of tears streaming down her cheeks when she gets a good look at you. Nancy touches your face, thumbs away your own tears--and you know she's not just looking at you, but the girl she lost so long ago, whose smile she sees in yours on those days she misses her the most dearly. "I never wanted you more when I thought you weren't coming back," She whispers back. "How could I not want you? I love you."
The kiss she lays upon your lips is breathtaking, shaking and sweet and just....everything. Everything you missed and craved like air and water and life.
You're already halfway into her embrace when she laughs out that half-hearted joke, walking back with you a couple steps when you throw yourself into it. And she squeezes you so tight, so hard, the kisses a flurry of needy, fluttering touches all over your face until she somehow finds your lips--and when she does, she makes that last one a kiss you won't shake off for days, the feeling tingling your lips even when she pulls away. Still rubbing that spot on your back that she knows is sensitive, Robin grips you in an even harder hug that nearly cracks your spine, and whispers into your ear: "I'm so happy you're here with me." before she kisses you one last time, last one, she swears, fingers crossed behind your back. But then, she takes notice to the man standing just a foot away--and she lets you go to turn you around, her fingertips grazing your arms as you finally face him.
"Yeah, she, uh....she cried, like, every night," Even as Robin says it and breaks the quiet, she herself is rubbing tears from her cheeks, trying to keep that smile going as you stand and Nancy loosens her hold. She moves aside for Eddie to lay his hands on her shoulders from behind, and keep her steady on her feet. "So did Steve. I told you he cries when we watch Princess Bride!"
"I-I....I didn't mean it, Steve. I never...I've never thought you were dumb." Your voice comes out as a whimper, fingers fiddling with each other as you endure that big, brown, wide-eyed stare.
"I know." He breathes, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wants to move, he's antsy, but he won't take another step. "I know, baby."
"Can I hug you?" Steve just nods, but his lip quivers and his features gain that pathetic, sad puppy look, because he was hoping and praying you would say those very words. Your heart soars as he meets your step forward and flings his strong arms tight around your body, crushing you with his huge stature but never loosening up. He instantly brings his hand up to cradle your head against his chest, kissing the crown of it with so much firmness that you know he's reaffirming you're really standing in front of him again.
"I shouldn't have let you leave. I should've slashed your damn tires." He chuckles along with you at the lighthearted crack at breaking the tension, until he chokes up again into a sob. "Nobody could ever replace you. And I swear, I'll never break your heart again."
Steve holds you for a long time, squeezing you and kissing you and brushing strands of hair from your eyes to just look at you, surveying the face of the love he feared he'd never get to cherish again. It's a long time coming, and when he's done, there are three other warm bodies in the room that need attention from the sweet thing they've been killing themselves over these last few weeks.
From there, they catch you up with what had happened in your absence. Steve had walked off to clear his head after you left, and hadn't returned until late in the day--burst through the front door during an unusually quiet dinner and sent them all into a panic, when he realized you really had left and you weren't coming back. The four of them had jumped into action to split up and look for you, Nancy contacted your parents and other family while Steve and Robin tried to find some hint of your whereabouts in the house, cracking open your drawers and notes and realizing how much of your stuff was missing. Meanwhile, Eddie had driven in circles round Hawkins and the outer city limits, trying to find any trace of your car in the dark with the help of passing streetlights.
When those attempts had failed after stretching out into the next day to mid-afternoon, and with your very unhelpful parents insisting they had no idea where you could've gone, that's when your partners had started printing out missing person's flyers and put in an official report with the sheriff's office. And, seemingly having forgotten that you were really the only one who ever checked the voicemail at work, your message tendering your resignation had been errantly erased by your manager--worrying them even further when they questioned him, because if you were really planning on moving away like you said, how could you not tell your employer? It wasn't like you. Their fears had only gotten stronger from there.
The worst had yet to come, though. Because when your car had been found on the side of the road way out in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from Hawkins and completely destroyed, the four of them had reached the point of no return. The plates had been torn off, but it was your exact make and model of car, and what were they supposed to believe? That it was just coincidence? That's what Hopper had tried to reassure them with, tried to insist that plenty of cars get found gutted out in the bush, but they couldn't be convinced that it was just some freak happenstance and delude themselves to think that you were fine and dandy somewhere else. The same thing had happened to Max's stepbrother, and they all knew how that had ended.
So started the search parties, the nights spent staying up and studying maps by lamplight, the microwave meals in place of home cooking and sleeping in shifts by the phone, waiting and hoping for some kind of clue to your whereabouts to appear. Finding you had become more important than eating, proper sleep, showering, or attention paid to anything aside from looking towards the horizon to see if you would magically walk back into their lives.
And all that time, you had believed nothing but that they couldn't care less where you were, or what you were doing. When in reality, they could think of nothing but you. That was what had led Eddie to nearly crash into you as you re-entered Hawkins, having been pacing the living room for those long hours after Hop's call until he just couldn't take it anymore--despite the other three trying to stop him, he had dashed out to his van and peeled out of the driveway like a lunatic, just for the slightest chance that he might be there when you needed help. It was so stupid, so reckless, and you'll remember that moment he came rushing around the side of the truck to get to you forever.
Despite them reassuring you about Chrissy, too, when the tears have dried--promising you she's nothing but a friend, and they would have no problems limiting her interaction with all of you from now on--you wave it away, smiling off your stupidity and letting them know that it's fine. You were just being dumb, acting crazy, but you're fine now. And Eddie's eyes narrow at that.
"You're not crazy." He murmurs absentmindedly, and says nothing more until he can slip away from your reunion, and reach the phone in the kitchen. While you're busy dealing with your other partner's crippling absence of affection, he taps his blunt nails into each button, numbly dialing the number he's memorized until the ringing starts and stops.
"Hey, Chris. Angel's back home."
"Oh, that's great! Oh...Eddie, I'm so happy for you. You must be relieved-"
"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Listen, no hard feelings, but....you're my friend, so I'm just gonna be straight. Don't come by the house anymore."
"I--what? Really? I....Eddie, I'm sorry, if I did something to upset you-"
"No, no, nothing you did. Well, not really. But I know how you feel, Chris, and I can't really ignore it anymore." He swallows deeply, and sucks on his teeth as he tries to think of some better way to say it. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't feel the same. I never have, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like that might change."
"......So that's it?"
"That's it. We can still be friends, but we need space for awhile first, and I'm not gonna ignore you flirting with me anymore. I'm in love and it's not gonna change. Sorry."
"Can we at least talk about it, Eddie? Please? I'd rather talk this out in person."
"No. Bye, Chrissy."
He thuds the phone back on the receiver just a little too hard, and brings his hand up to rub at his neck and try and get the ache out. That didn't feel good, having to confront one of his very few friends with a truth he just wanted to ignore--but the sick feeling he has now can't even compare to how he felt when you were away, and it's an easy decision to make in that regard. He'd take you over her any day. It's a bit of a guilty feeling, but he knows it's the truth even if it hurts Chrissy's feelings, and he's happy even so.
"....Yeah, I missed you real bad, sweetheart. Don't you ever think I wouldn't....or else you are crazy."
"Eddie?" You call out from the living room, and following that sweet voice to its source, he feels himself light up at the sight of you settled back into the couch. Legs tucked up in Robin's lap, halfway into Steve and Nancy's, looking so comfortable and cute as you look up at him. You're where you belong. He's so distracted by the glee and relief of having you home, he didn't even realize how quiet it had been between you all until he came right back from his task. You say nothing more, just hold your arms out to him--and when he gets close enough, you capture him with those pretty eyes of yours, and melt away any ill feeling as you pull him into your chest.
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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years
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A super quick five-minute guide to writing a Stranger Things fic with no experience of DnD:
Edited for some clarity since people asked for it. See reblogs for more time-accurate DnD, and more specific rules!
Alternatively; If you never played or barely know DnD, but wish to write about it nonetheless, here are some quick FYI’s
These points are made based on things I have read on this site and other platforms. In no way is this a personal attack if you recognise your own writing! I have seen many posts where people complain about the inaccuracy of DnD represented in fics, but none offer any ideas, so that’s why I wrote this. Hope this helps!
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1. DND IS NOT A TWO PLAYER GAME
You need one Dungeon master, and at least three players to create a good campaign. I’d say a normal party consists out of five players (DM not included), but it can quite easily be bigger.
(There are starter campaigns with one DM and one player, but for a good game, you’d need a bigger party. Introductions to DnD are way more fun with a good group)
2. DND IS NOT A QUICK GAME
There is no such thing as playing a quick round of DnD. Even starter campaigns can be hours long. A short/mini campaign is usually around 4, if not more, hours.
3. THERE ARE MORE DICES THAN JUST THE D20
Though the D20 is the dice you will use more often, there are other ones as well; the D4, D6, D8, D10, and - occasionally - the D100
4. THERE ISN’T ONE DND BOOK
DnD might appear as a fun role playing game, but there is a lot of effort that goes into it. With that counting the books. Players usually only need the Player’s Handbook, which contains information about how to play and how to make a character. Vice versa does the DM have a Dungeon Master’s guide, which introduces them to the game and how to direct it. Aside from that, there are a lot of other books containing different worlds, campaigns, creatures, characters, monsters etc. etc.
5. YOU CANNOT MAKE YOUR OWN DND HANDBOOK
Bouncing back on point 4, as there are many books, there are also many pages. A book isn’t easily studied, and is usually only used as a reference, and not something you have to know by heart. It is incredibly difficult to memorise every little detail of only one book. Aside from that, there are many many rules and restrictions bound to certain worlds and characters, so creating your own book, 9 out of 10 times would not make sense. It doesn’t make it impossible, but it is highly unlikely. Also, the DM will often times pitch in on which races and classes to use for certain campaigns, so creating your own species often won’t get you very far.
6. NOT ALL DND CAMPAIGNS HAVE A MAP AND MINIATURES
In season 4, we see Eddie’s campaign, with it a map and miniatures of creatures (under which Vecna), but this doesn’t occur as often as you think. Starter campaigns or other well known campaigns do contain maps, and miniatures of both the characters and creatures, but this is only because most of those campaigns don’t actually allow you to make your own character. A campaign self-written, or a campaign taken from a book about a certain world often times do not have anything, save from some drawings of your surroundings. There will be a lot of times you’ll have to imagine your character standing in a certain spot.
7. WRITING A CAMPAIGN IS DIFFICULT AND ISN’T WRITTEN IN A DAY
Extending some information; writing campaigns are a pain in the ass. As a first time DM, you will not write your own campaign. Unless you are really committed and already have some experience as a player…. If you have played often, writing a campaign is possible, but it takes weeks, if not months. A lot of info and rules and restrictions and creatures etc. etc. are involved in the process. Besides that, you’ll have to help your players out with their characters to fit to your world, while not revealing too much. You cannot write a campaign in a night.
8. CREATING A CHARACTER TAKES A LONG TIME
Like writing a campaign, a character also takes time. If you are really dedicated, you might have one in an hour, but if you want to properly study every race, class and background, you’ll be stuck in the books for a while. And that’s not even with counting characteristics, alliances, backstory, mannerisms, bonds, relations…. And then you’ll have to actually get in character. It takes time.
(As said, some people can create characters quickly, but this is with experience. More often than not, if you want to write a good character, you’ll be busy for quite a while)
9. EVERYTHING RELIES ON THE DUNGEON MASTER
As a player, you can’t change the story. You can’t make things up. Everything, and I mean everything, goes by the Dungeon Master first. You can’t propose things, you can’t ignore things. Dungeon Masters spent a lot of time working on campaigns, even the ones that have already been written. They know what happens, they decide. There is no second voice.
(Yes, players are able to interact with the story. It wouldn’t be DnD if you couldn’t, but the DM knows what happens, and the players - or the characters - do not. You could ignore creatures or buildings. Smart? Meh.)
Hope this helped! If not, feel free to ask or leave a suggestion!
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lllivia · 7 days
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They look so tiny I wanna carry them all in my pocket
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hart269 · 2 years
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Steve : How are we planning to escape Vecna
Eddie : We should keep listening to our favourite song all the time
Robin : But that won't help us escape the tentacles
Nancy : I have guns
Y/N who hasn't slept in the past week - Wait, why are we escaping the vegan
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