Steve something really gay happened to me Harrington
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Eddie the thing Munson
Eddie is his bisexual awakening
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Pre-season 4
Steve coming home from work one day to find the entirety of the Hellfire Club taking up residence in his dining room. Dustin having used his emergency spare key to let them all in cause “don’t even worry about it, Steve’s will be totally cool with it!”
Steve being just so over everything is just “yep, sure. This is a thing now” and subsequently brings them all snacks and drinks, cause he is the best babysitter around, obviously!
Eddie, poor, poor, horrifically gay Eddie who’s shell shocked by King Steve’s nonchalance at a gaggle of guys invading his living space.
Cue Eddie goading Steve into observing a session. Steve getting way too into it much to Eddie’s delight. And Dustin going from ‘I just want my dads to get along’ to ‘this family’s a fucking nightmare’.
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Roommate AU where Billy has noise cancelling earbuds on and jerks it to a video of Steve at the beach he has saved on his phone. Only, his headphones aren't connected. And because they aren't connected, he just thinks he has the volume way to low so he cranks it. And because he has noise cancelling earbuds in and the volume on his phone cranked, he doesn't hear Steve come home from work and walk towards the living room. The living room with the couch that Billy is currently spread out on, jacking it to a video of Steve in a tiny speedo being knocked over by a wave and laughing into the camera.
Steve 100% doesn't say anything. At first it's out of shock, but after that wears off he's ashamed to admit he just can't bring himself to walk away. He tells himself it's not a big deal, it's the living room; Billy has a bedroom all to himself he could have used. But he didn't. Steve doesn't notice the earbuds, but he can tell that Billy doesn't know he's standing right there, lost in his own fantasy. Before Steve can make a decision over whether or not he should say something, Billy cums with a shout, back arching off the couch as he bites his fist on a whine. As quiet as he can, Steve tiptoes to the front door, opening it and loudly slamming it closed. He hears a hissed "fuck" from the living room while he pretends to just get back from work, hands shaking and dick harder than it's ever been in his life.
He avoids Billy for a whole week. Which, given that they live together, is a feat in and of itself. Because Steve doesn't really know what this means is the thing. Was it a mistake? He hadn't been overly loud coming home but surely Billy would have heard him. Right? Probably.
Only-
Why was he watching that video? Did Billy want Steve to catch him? To see him bring himself off to a video that Steve wasn't even aware he had taken? He remembers that beach trip. Billy had tried teaching him how to surf for hours, laughing every time a wave knocked Steve off his board. And every single time, Billy would help hoist him out of the water to try again, smile patient and amused.
Or-.
Maybe Steve is reading to much into this. He knows he looks good. He works at a damn gym, so he ends up working out every day just to look like he's doing something when his boss is making her rounds. So maybe that's all it is. A means to an end.
Steve doesn't think to hard about why that makes his chest hurt.
.
Billy knows something is wrong. And not like, roommate wrong either. This isn't Billy not taking out the trash when it's his turn or leaving a mess in the kitchen. No. This shit? It's serious. Because even though their work schedules have lined up perfectly the past week, Billy hasn't seen Steve once. If it weren't for the fact that he updates his Instagram everyday Billy would think the guy had been murdered.
And like. Okay. Look. Billy knows he's not owed Steve's time or whatever. Alright? It's just-
He misses him.
Everyday when he would normally come home to Steve blending another one of those fucking protein shakes and complaining about customers leaving their underwear in the change rooms, now it's just. Silence. Absence. An empty apartment with a note on the counter that says anything from 'Went out with Robbin' to 'Picked up an extra shift'. Which. Okay. But Billy knows for a fact the gym Steve works at closes at nine, and Steve stumbled home that night at around one in the morning. It's got Billy feeling like a jealous girlfriend, staying up late while the dinner he made goes cold on the table.
Or whatever.
He doesn't know what to do. Tells as much to Heather over their lunch break, a rare lull in beach goers giving them a chance to draw it out longer then usual.
"Maybe he's seeing someone" Heather says casually. Like the mere thought isn't a rusty knife to Billy's gut.
Aggressively chewing the rest of his granola bar, he shoves the wrapper in his bag to throw away later. He fucking hates when people leave trash on the beach. As if there isn't a garbage can every twenty feet up at the boardwalk.
"Why would he lie about it though? It's not like he hasn't brought girls home before"
"Mhmm. And I bet you were really normal about that. Didn't give them dirty looks or anything"
Billy's cheeks heat.
"Shut up"
They fall into a comfortable silence, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore a comforting backdrop.
A thought occurs to him then, devastating in a way that leaves him nauseous. Billy's voice is quiet. Small.
"What if he moves out?"
Because that would make sense wouldn't it? That Steve finally got tired of Billys bullshit. That Billy finally somehow ruined the brightest light in his life since Steve asked him if he wanted to go to Los Angeles together. Like he hadn't been chomping at the bit to come home ever since the 'Leaving California' sign disappeared in his rearview. And *sure*, he had thought Steve meant something different at first. Something more intimate than living together to cut down on rent while Steve went to art school. Billy was going anyway, having gotten into UCLA. It was stupid of him to hope for something more in the first place.
Heather seems to read his mind, in that way only best friends who listen to all your bullshit really can.
"You really have to stop falling tits over ass for straight boys babe"
"Fuck off" he says without any real heat.
As if Billy doesn't know.
Heathers phone pings from her jacket pocket. She swipes it open with a small smile.
Billy grins, a shark scenting blood.
"Speaking of falling for straight people. What sorority pledge has you pulling a face like that Holloway?"
Heather scoffs, punching him in the arm.
"For your information, dick head, she's a lesbian. And we've already been on two dates so fuck you"
"Careful babe, wouldn't want your new girlfriend to hear you've got designs on me"
Heather rolls her eyes, checking her pockets for something. Billy nudges her shoulder with his own, voice sincere.
"Hey, for real. I'm happy for you"
She smiles, exasperated and fond. After rooting around in all her pockets and coming up empty handed, she huffs. Irritated.
"Hey can I borrow your headphones? I must have left mine at home."
"Sure" he says before grabbing them from his bag and handing them over.
"Not your broken ones, you ass."
"They're not broken, I just got those!"
"Yes they are! These are the ones you had in your pocket when you fell into the pool at what's his face's frat party. Look, the case doesn't even have a charge light. They're hella busted"
That can't be right. That was over a month ago and Billy's been using them just fine.
Right?
In a panic, Billy snatches the headphones out of Heather's hand, ignoring her indignant 'hey!', before jamming them into his ears. He picks a video on his phone at random and presses play.
Oh fuck.
Oh god.
When he looks over, Heather goes from annoyed to concerned in a blink.
"Billy? Hey, are you okay?"
No. No he's not and there's a very real possibility he never will be again.
"I think-" Billy can feel his heartbeat thumping in his neck, a breath away from an anxiety attack "I think I fucked up"
.
"You can't keep avoiding him forever"
Robin sticks another post it note to Steve's head while he pretends to ignore her, eyes closed as he leans back in the second comfiest office chair. It's not worth the trouble fighting her over the top spot. She always wins anyway, pestering him until he gets up even if he got there first. Which at this point seems to be pointless however, considering he has what feels like an entire package of post-its in his hair.
"I'm not avoiding him. I'm just-" Robin sticks another note on his nose so it flutters when he sighs "-busy. God, stop that!"
He sits up, shaking his head like a lion shedding it's mane, neon pink squares littering the ground. His manager is going to chew his ear out if she sees the mess. And by the smug look on Robbin's face as she kicks her feet up on the desk, she knows it to.
With a sigh, Steve's picks them up, blowing limp hair out of his eyes. He hasn't had the opportunity to grab any of his styling products and bring them to work. You know, to save on time. Not because he's avoiding Billy. Which he isn't.
"It's not my fault Shauna hates you. Maybe stop being such a tart and luring in gym manager's unsuspecting husbands"
"I turned him down! If anything she should be mad at him, not me!"
Robin isn't even paying attention, furiously typing away on her phone while biting her lip on a smile. She's been absolutely insufferable since her and 'Mystery Girl' went on their second date. Steve's happy for her.
"We're at work, Robin, stop sending your girlfriend nudes"
He's also petty.
She doesn't take the bait though, just looks up from her phone, unimpressed.
"Steven-"
"Oh fuck off, don't use my full name"
"Stephano Giovanni Harrington-"
"I hate that you found my birth certificate -"
"I have been listening to your 'boy problems'" Robin makes quotations with her fingers, ignoring Steve's indigent splutter "for going on a full week. If you're not going to take my advice, then I don't know what you want from me."
"Okay, first of all-"
"Jesus God Steve.."
"First of all! It's not boy problems. Alright? It's a very real, very important crisis. And second, 'Just tell him you're in love with him' is not advice. It's a death sentence."
Robin rolls her eyes before pulling her hoodie over her face with a groan.
"Stevie, he was straight up jacking it to a video of your smile. That's the gayest shit I've ever heard and I'm an out lesbian who runs a weekend theatre group."
"Wow, way to stereotype."
Robin lobs her balled up sandwich wrapper at his face. It bounces off his cheek.
"Steve!"
And. Okay. Fine. He knows Robin is at least partially right. He should say something soon. This whole thing has been eating him alive all week. Or-. No. That's not right.
Because Billy Hargrove pulled into Hawkins two years ago now. And Steve has been in love with him for eighteen months and twenty two days.
Or something.
But-
"Robin, what if-" Steve hesitates. And Robin, being the very patient and understanding best friend that she is, pushes herself out of the comfiest office chair to cross the room and pull him into a hug. Her sweatshirt smells like sunscreen and cotton candy body spray and Steve wonders if Mystery Girl knows that Robbin wears her clothes.
"What if he doesn't feel the same?"
Robin squeezes him tighter. "Then you can help keep me from U-hauling with my new girlfriend and come live at my place. I'll roll out a blanket for you in the corner and everything."
Steve chuffs a laugh into her shoulder. "How generous."
"I mean it Steve" she pulls back enough to look him in the eye "if this goes tits up? You'll always have me."
And that's true. He and Robin have been through Russian interrogation and customer service together. So. Trauma bonded for life.
"Go home early, Stephano. Your boy is probably waiting up for you." Gently, Robin pushes him towards the door "And when you confess, because I'm covering your shift in the name of true love, text me. No matter which way it goes. Kay?"
Steve nods, feeling braver than he has in a long while. Glad to have the kind of friends he does. Steeling himself, he grabs his stuff from the employee locker room, ducking Shauna on his way out the front door.
He's going to tell Billy.
.
Billy paces the front entryway of their apartment, Heather's words ringing in his ears.
Just talk to him Billy!
Yeah. Sure.
'Hey Steve, did you want to order Chinese tonight? Oh, and before I forget, did you happen to catch me stroking my cock to a video of you at full volume because I'm an absolute fucking dumbass who didn't realize his headphones were broken?'
His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, the "I need to talk to you" from Steve heavy and foreboding.
Rubbing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets till he sees starbursts of color, Billy stops.
Fuck.
Growling in frustration, he looks at his reflection in the mirror hanging by the door. The one Steve put up 'Just as a final check before I leave the house'.
"Don't be a fucking pussy, Hargrove. You can do this. Since when does someone like Steve scare you?"
The Billy staring back at him looks unconvinced.
Always
He can't fucking do this.
Just as Billy's about to grab his shoes and bolt out the door, the metal grinding of a key turning in the lock has his lungs seizing.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
"Oh hey! You're here."
God, how long has it been since he's heard Steve's voice? It's got Billy all fucked up, palms sweating so bad he has to discreetly wipe them on his jeans.
Steve looks-. Tired, honestly. Like he hasn't gotten a good sleep in days, bangs flat and flopping adorably in front of his face. There are bags under his eyes, dark purple like a bruise.
He's probably up all night fucking his new girlfrie-
"Yeah, I uh. I got your text. So. Here I am."
Just like I've been all week, every day you didn't come home
He searches Steve's face for any kind of levity, anything to ease the nauseating tension swirling in his gut. Steve is biting the inside of his cheek, looking anywhere but Billy's face. Like he's nervous.
I can't fucking do this
Steve slips off his shoes and closes the door, plastic liquor store bag clinking at his side. A quick glance tells Billy's it's that fancy brand Steve got him hooked on back in Hawkins. The one he grabbed out of his dad's mini fridge to press against Billy's black eye while they hung out on the side of Steve's pool.
Please don't make me fucking do this
"I'm just gonna put the rest of these in the fridge if you wanna sit on the couch. I ordered pizza on the way here so we don't have to worry about dinner or whatever."
Steve shoots him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Billy swallows down the urge to beg for another chance.
Mechanically, he makes his way to the couch. He can hear Steve shuffling around in the kitchen before the click-hiss of a beer bottle being opened, one after the other. When Steve rounds the corner their eyes connect and Billy watches in real time as a blush spreads up Steve's neck and ears, fire engine red.
Shit
Fuck
He knows.
And Billy cant fucking do this
"Listen, Steve-"
"Billy, I wanted to tell you-"
They both pause, an awkward silence settling over the livingroom like a wet blanket. Steve is the one to break it, chuckling quietly as he walks the rest of the way over to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, handing Billy a beer. It tastes like chlorine and the roar of cicadas on a Hawkins summer evening.
Steve clears his throat.
"You go first."
Billy squeezes the glass bottle in his hand so hard he thinks it might crack, muscles locked in fight of flight. This is it. The end of the road. He looks up at Steve and commits this moment to memory. Needs to keep this version of Steve tucked away for a rainy day, to think back on after he never speaks to Billy again.
He chugs half the bottle in an attempt to sooth his nerves.
It doesn't work.
"Okay. So. I uh-. I leant Heather my headphones today."
Steve cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. Billy's heart cracks right down the middle.
Please please please, don't make me do this
"And it turns out they're broken. Have been broken for a while actually. Which I definitely didn't know by the way." Billy watches in a resigned kind of horror as Steve's eyes widen in understanding. As the puzzle pieces snap into place.
"So, you didn't know I was home when you were out here rubbing one out to that video of me?"
It's like a punch to the solar plexus. The world comes to a screeching sickening hault around him as Billy fights not to puke up expensive beer all over Steve's feet.
He knows. Steve saw and then avoided Billy for an entire week. Can't even manage look him in the eye. Bought Billy's favorite beer and pizza to let him down easy because he found some girl and he's going to get married and leave him behind because everyone always leaves Billy Hargrove in the end.
Warm hands squeeze his shoulders, dragging him back to reality. Steve's big brown eyes are concerned and pretty and right up close, him having put down his beer at some point and scooting forward into Billy's personal space. He smells like sweat and expensive calogne and a different laundry detergent than he normally uses because he's washing his clothes at some girls house-
"I'm sorry. Steve, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out. Okay? I promise. We-. We can just forget this ever happened. Right? Because I can't-. I don't want-"
To Billy's complete mortification, he can feel the burn of tears prickling his eyeline.
"Just-. Please. Don't fucking move out."
Neil's voice is there in the back of his head, mocking him like it always does when Billy's fucked up.
Pussy
Grow up
Pathetic
Stop crying like some kind of-
"I love you."
Billy freezes, whole body locked and rigid. Because there's no way. One hundred percent no way that straight boy Steve Harrington, King Steve, said-.
That he loves-
Steve's lips are soft when they press against his own. Warm and cautious but not pulling away. His hands move from Billy's shoulders to tangle in his curls, sending goosebumps pebbling down his back.
After a moment, Billy comes back to himself. Grabs Steve's shirt and hauls him into his lap, straddling Billy's thighs. His mind a constant litany of I love you I love you I love you I love you I love-
*Bzzzzzt*
The door buzzer for the lobby entrance sounds off like a gunshot. With a jolt, both Steve and Billy pull away.
Right. The pizza.
Steve groans, moving to get up and answer the door, before Billy pulls him back down for another kiss. Something hungrier. With teeth.
"Leave it."
Steve huffs a laugh that breaks into a moan as Billy trails kisses down his neck to his collar bone.
"I can't. That's like, seventy dollars worth of pizza."
Billy pulls back to look at Steve's face, the sheepish expression doing nothing to dissuade him from ravishing Steve right here on their threadbare couch.
"What the fuck did you buy seventy dollars worth of pizza for?"
Steve's blush deepens in embarrassment. "I panicked! I just wanted to like. Woo you, or whatever."
Affection spreads like warm honey in Billy's chest. Fills him up to bursting.
This boy.
"You caught me getting off to a video of you. I don't really think you need to woo anything."
Without warning, Steve leans forward to peck Billy on the lips.
"I wanted to."
God.
Fucking
Billy's not going to survive this. He's going to melt into a gooey puddle right into the couch befor they even get to the fun part.
"Steve, I-"
*Bzzzzzt!*
"Hang on a fucking second!" Billy hollers. Steve is looking at him expectantly.
Deep breath
"I'm in love with you, Steve. Fucking, butterflies in my stomach, scribbling your name on my notebook. The whole bit. You're it for me."
The smile that spreads across Steve's face is brighter than sunshine glinting off ocean waves. Smooths out all the jagged pieces catching on each other in Billy's chest.
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!*
With a roll of his eyes, Steve pushes himself up and points at Billy.
"Hold that thought"
He walks over to the front door, grabbing the four large pizzas (Jesus Steve), before shutting the door and dropping them onto the coffee table.
Grabbing Billy's wrist, Steve hauls him up and towards his bedroom.
Billy smirks.
"Thought you wanted to woo me, Stevie"
"I am. Figured we could make a better video for your phone first"
And just like that, heat roars from the top of Billy's head to the tips of his toes, settling deep in his gut. He pulls Steve back towards him, hauling him up over his shoulder and charging down the hall, Steve's laughter finally filling the apartment again.
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What I think Eddie, Steve, and Billy would be like in bed
Um...I wasn't expecting to write this, but I surprise myself. My head hurts, so I'm sorry if there are any errors.
!WARNING! 18+, smut, just smut, female reader, orgasm denied, teasing, moaning, um...switch, soft dom, hard dom, oral (male getting and female getting)
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Billy -
Billy has that bad ass “I’ll fuck you up” attitude, but for you he’s a softy. You’re the only one who sees that sweet soft side of him…and you’re the only one who gets to hear the sounds he makes in the bedroom. I think Billy would be switch. I mean come on..the man has the bad boy front, so there’s a bit of bottom in there.
If he was topping he’d pin you down. Arms above your head watching you struggle against his hold. It just makes him smirk at how desperate you are to touch him, pull his hair. He’d lean down to your ear nipping at your ear lobe making you whine as he says “You should see how pretty you look, Baby.” His favorite way of teasing you is when he’s between your legs. Edging you, holding your thighs so he can eat you out properly, and making you beg for him to let you cum.
If you’re topping this man is not afraid of making any noise. The way he’d throw his back from seeing you lightly lick his dick, teasing the head by giving it sweet little kisses. He’d try to put his hands in your hair, but his hands are too busy being tied up to the bed above his head. When you’ve decided he’s had enough (and begged for more) you’d move up to his waist and start to grind against his sensitive dick making him let out the sweetest little whimpers.
Eddie-
I don't think Eddie would be a switch or a hard dom. No, Eddie would be the nicest, softest dom ever. Don’t get me wrong he’d tease you to the point where you can’t sit still for him, but he’d praise the hell out of you! His fingers lightly rubbing up and down your folds, gently pinching your clit making you jolt and moan for him “You’re doing so good for me, Princess~” He’d coo at you while he watches you grip onto his arm and sheets.
When he’s on top of you his thrusts aren’t too fast and aren’t too hard. He wants you to beg for him, he won’t make you beg more than twice. Once he hears that you want more he will not hesitate to give his Princess what she wants. He’d have one of your hands pinned above your head, but would allow the other scratch and grip onto his arm. He loves the feeling of your scratches. When you tilt your head back he’d lower his head so he could leave little love bites along your neck, slowly moving to your ear “You’re doing so well for me, Princess.” He’d praise.
Eddie would also be the one who is not scared to moan in your ear. When he praises you, bites your neck, goes down on you, he will not stop himself from letting out his moans. You love it when he moans in your ear. It makes you want to cum right then and there.
Steve-
Steve…oh Steve. Steve is a hard dom and you cannot change my mind. Yeah he loves you and cares for you, but when you two are alone and getting heated he will not hesitate to roll you over on your back and pin you down while he kisses you. He’d be the one to run his tongue along your bottom lip making you part your lips only for him to smirk and kiss down your neck. That’s how he knows he’s getting what he wants. It’s like Steve has steps and step one is doing something simple like that tells him you’ll obey him now, but it doesn’t always work out like that. I mean…why would you really listen to him? Seeing him getting “angry” makes him even more hot.
Steve would be the one to have his head buried in your wet cunt, letting you tangle your hands in his hair, his tongue running along your clit and entrance. While he has you slightly distracted by licking your clit like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to taste, he forces his fingers inside you. This man would have his two fingers knuckle deep inside you while lifting his head to look at you. He’d take both of your hands in one of his and pin them right there on your stomach. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head would have him slowing his fingers down and pressing into that beautiful sweet spot making you whine “Keep your eyes on me, Baby.” Now that sounds a little sweet, but really it's a demand and if you don’t listen well guess what? No orgasm for you.
If Steve has you down on your knees for him there is no doubt in my mind that he would fuck your mouth. Forcing you to take every inch of him “Come on, Sweetheart. I thought you said you could take it.” He spits at you…picking on you. He makes you feel like some kind of toy and you love it! His hand gripping the back of your head so tight, the way he moves your head making you take him makes your eyes water and close “Uh uh” He says shaking his head when he sees your eyes close “Let me see those eyes while I fuck your mouth.” He’d be the one to make you cock warm him with your mouth. Especially after he finishes. If you swallow before you’re told, then once again…no orgasm.
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Billy would grab Steve by his jaw and ask, “who’s a pretty boy?” and wouldn’t thrust until Steve answered.
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Nicknames Stranger Things Characters would Call You
Contains: Eddie Munson, Steve Herrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers
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Eddie Munson
- He fucking lives for nicknames
- Only ever calls you by your full name if he’s being very serious about something and you aren’t listening
- His go to’s are:
- Sweetheart (Obviously)
- Babe
- Baby
- Darlin’
- Gorgeous/Handsome
- A shortened version of your name
- If you’re shorter than him, he for sure calls you Short stuff
- Pretty Boy/Pretty Girl
- Sweet thing
Steve Harrington
- Always calling you by something endearing
- It actually feels weird whenever he uses your full name now
- Like Eddie, he only ever uses it when he’s trying to get his point across
- He likes using:
- Baby
- Babe
- Prince/Princess
- Beautiful/Handsome
- Mr/Mrs. Herrington
- Dearest (Ironically)
Robin Buckley
- She likes nicknames, but doesn’t use them all the time
- She only has a few that she likes to use
- Her regulars are:
- Baby
- Lovley
- Gorgeous
- Beautiful
Nancy Wheeler
- She loves using them
- She calls you by nicknames and your actual name an equal amount
- She uses:
- Honey
- Sweetheart
- Love
- My love
- Baby
Jonathan Byers
- He likes nicknames
- Probably doesn’t use them all that often though
- But when he does, he calls you:
- Babe
- Love
- Baby
- A shortened version of your name
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-kicks in the door-
Okay, but what if Steve sings and plays piano/keyboard?
Maybe his mom got him dancing lessons as a kid so he wouldn't embarrass them at work functions. Then piano and singing lessons so his mom could show him off at her get togethers with other well to do moms.
Unlike all the other stuff Steve got pushed into, he actually came to love the piano and singing. Loved performing for his mom when they were home and the music the house feel less empty when he was alone or stressed.
But when he told his parents he wanted to go to music school and be a musician one day, his dad put a stop to all of it.
Steve bought a keyboard once in middle school when he couldn't use the piano while his parents were home and 'his dad totally freaked', trashed it, and threw it out.
He bought another one a year later and hides it in one of the guest rooms' closet when his parents are home. He only played in front of anyone else, Tommy, once (maybe it went well, maybe it didn't?).
He likes to write music and 'play around' on the piano, like the tiktok guy who teaches you how to 'fake' being good at the piano but he's composing XD
Sometime in high school, maybe sophomore year, he got really stressed and drove to Indianapolis for a weekend with a fake ID (maybe his parents skipped or forgot an important date again).
He's at a bar when he hears the bar owner and the band that's supposed to go on soon arguing. Apparently the dramatic lead singer had quit (again) and taken their keyboardist with them.
Steve's just drunk enough to volunteer and suddenly he has a spot at the club once or twice a month when it was a hit.
Maybe be sticks with the same band or he plays with others.
When he's there, he gets to be someone else. Maybe he styles his hair different and wears glasses (Steve in glasses FTW), plus the dim lightning no one from school should be able to tell it's him if by some chance they go to that club.
Maybe he played for Nancy or at least made her a tape of himself for her.
When the Upside Down starts up and he's not hanging out with his old crowd anymore, he writes a lot more (which he hides and goes to Indie more often to play when he can. It's an outlet he desperately needs, especially once things ended with Nancy.
It's a nice gig, especially when he has to start working at Scoops. Robin and Dustin find out somehow, of course. He plays for them when they visit him. Robin has a good ear and Dustin looks up a bunch of stuff on music to help Steve improve.
Maybe Eddie and/or Billy find out somehow or he invites them when they've gotten close enough.
Brain is tired now, TBC
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Stranger Things really pulled a Voltron huh
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my playlist to you read your eddie's munson fanfics/smuts <3 enjoy!
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|Byler and Jancy is Endgame and here is why|
To be clear is just a theory that i had after rewatching St(1-4), so i can be totally wrong, but hear me out.
Let's begin with the Hellfire gang playing D&D in the beginning of season 4. At the end of the game, Eddie says that unfortunately an 11 is not strong enough, it can't beat Vecna, so then Erica rolls the dice and gets a 20, which is a success meaning that El can't win Vecna (she can tho win 001, which she did in a way).
I find it interesting that before the success(20) it was a failure(11)
So where does It leads to Byler and Jancy being Endgame?
Well, In the Hawkins Lab we get to see what really happened, El managed to win 001 with the power of ¿Love? Kinda. We see El's memories which shows her mother saying that she loves El, so instead to using a memory that brings the feelings of anger or sadness, Eleven used one that brought her the theme of love. She was loved by her mother.
Since, i've noticied that the theme love is important in this season, like:
Mike not being able to say he loves El
We have Will loving Mike (finally)
Lumax making peace with each other
Jonathan and Nancy being distant
Steve and Nancy getting closer
Hopper and Joyce meeting again
All the plots in a way leads to this love thing
Also, words always have meanings in stranger things ( bullshit, crazy, crazy together, love...)
I think Stancy is a parallel to M*leven strongly in this season, and Jancy would parallel to Byler, we've got a scene actually of them exactly like a Jancy one
Then, remember Eddie saying that Nancy must love Steve coz she jumped in the water to save him?( She didn't hesitated) It interconnects with all the Mike getting in the front line, worrying about El and literally getting defensive of El sometimes.
Mike does love El, but is just like Nancy loves Steve
Not in a romantic way.
It's also interesting here that both Nancy and Mike never said they loved Steve/El, and that's why there is this rapprochement of Nancy and Steve, it's not because they gonna be together at the end, but because Steve still loves Nancy. Same for Eleven, she loves Mike and there is a need for a closure for the characters to move on.
So it' s a dinamic of Steve loving Nancy romantically, Nancy loving him platonically and Nancy being reciprocal.
It's the SAME thing that's is happening to Mike, El and Will
It's like El = Steve, Mike= Nancy and Will= Jonathan
That's why I think Jancy and Byler is endgame, they are setting this interactions to close the arc that was m*leven and Stancy so they can move on with the finale couples to season 5.
They have to solve this first so they can be finally happy. Same goes to the couples Lumax and Jopper ( that I also think is endgame) they are reuniting, they are solved.
That explains why Mike can't say he loves El, even if he lies it won't save El if she gets vecna'd, but it would save Will 👀
The thing is 11 is a miss. It just won't be.
The Duffers brother said themselves that everything that is going on is planned, so Will liking Mike this season, Mike not being able to say he loves El being brought up this season, Nancy being apart and Stancy acting like a mirror to M*leven this season is not a coincidence.
Coz it's 99% of sure that Will is gonna get Vecna'd, just music is not gonna save him, it's about the feelings too. Vecna targets people with traumas and Max was able to run away not just bcz of the music but because of the good memories of the ones she loves
Both romantically and platonically
Noah also said that Byler is being built up since season 1 and that now it's on it's peak just adds to why Byler is endgame and it's gonna make to S5
I also think Will is way more important than people give him credit for, when he gets the Hawkins shit gonna get crazy( I think he have powers, pls Duffer brothers 🙏)
Well, wrapping it up, I think at the end El will finally learn what love is (even more if she reunites with Hopper) learn what kind of love Mike have towards her and honestly, this season is so self growth to her that I think she's gonna be alright, she needs some alone time, be her own persona.
I think she's gonna love herself more too :) wishing her all happiness, to all characters honestly loves them all.
I just think that if someone dies it will be Eddie :/
That's it, sorry any English mistakes it's not my first language and I should be sleeping 😩 Byler see what u do to me. Aaa.
Leave your theories, what u think, I love reading it.
Also, Jonathan is gonna reunite with Nancy soon too in Hawkins( we hope) , so we'll see, even more bcs Nancy is under Vecna's curse 👀
Very interesting, good night Byler lovers
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Eddie munson is not a cat person or a dog person, he is the perfect balance of both. He does adore hedgehogs tho.
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Head Over Heels
This came to me in a wave of heavily homosexual thoughts so I hope you enjoy
Characters: Steve / Eddie
Warnings: drug use cause who can go wrong with a little weed amiright
Summary: Eddie and Steve attempt to cook together and cute kitchen activities ensue
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“How much flour do we use?” Eddie asked, stirring away at their mixture of sugar, eggs, and baking powder thus far.
“It says three cups, dumbass.”
“Well sorry I wasn’t looking at the book while I was mixing in the other ingredients.” Eddie let go of the spoon, the wood clanking against the metal of the bowl. He turned around to stare at his companion in annoyance. Steve looked like he couldn’t give a single shit. His forearms were deep inside a bag of flour, scooping the last remaining bits into a cup.
He handed Eddie the first cup without even looking up at him. Eddie, however, couldn’t stop staring. Steve was focused on watching Eddie pour in the flower to make sure he didn’t spill. Eddie admired the concentration in the others face. When Steve handed him back a second cup, he noticed it wasn’t filled all of the way.
“This is only half a cup, dipshit.”
“You think I don’t have eyes, asshole? We’re out.”
We.
Somehow the inclusion of both of them in Steve’s words made Eddie feel like bugs were crawling around in his stomach. It wasn’t ‘you’re out’ or ‘it’s out’ but ‘we’re out.’ That one word made all the difference and now Eddie was frozen, completely zoned out staring at Steve’s face.
Steve snapped. “Hello? Earth to Munson. We’re out of flour, what do you want to do?” Eddie came back to the present, quick with an idea.
“I mean, I always have another kind of flower we could use.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and gave Steve his signature, big, dorky grin. Their faces were already so close that it would’ve been much too hard for Steve to attempt at hiding any of his nervousness. His eyes instinctively flicked down to Eddie’s lips. They were pulled into a smile, his teeth nearly perfect despite never having braces, a small chip on a tooth in the bottom row and his lips surprisingly smooth for someone who he didn’t presume to own any chapstick. Now it was Steve’s turn to zone out on Eddie’s.
“Harrington?”
Steve startled but he quickly recovered.
“Munson!” He dramatized with a gasp and a hand on his chest.
Eddie raised his eyebrows even higher and dipped his head down, staring up at Steve.
“We haven’t put the butter in yet.” His smile managed to grow even bigger. Steve faked a sigh.
“Is it going to mess up the cake?”
“I don’t know but it’s already fucked ‘cause we don’t have enough flower.”
“Whatever you say.”
Eddie smiled and reached into a cupboard below the sink, grabbing a scale and a bag of weed. Steve watched as Eddie weighed it out, melted the butter, and added it into a pan. Eddies tongue rested on his top lip while he fidgeted with the heat on the pan. He always stuck his tongue out when he concentrated and Steve loved it. Not that he’d ever tell him though.
“Wait, I need to put on music. Will you stir this, love?” The name slipped out but Eddie didn’t seem to notice. Steve was stunned for a moment but blinked out of it.
“Uhm, yeah.”
Eddies face softened. “Something up?”
He used pet names on everybody, why did Steve think this was anything special?
“Just lost in thought. Go get your stuff.” He waved him off and Eddie hurried to his room.
When he returned he had a cassette radio and a tape to go along with it. He set it down on the counter and went to go check on his butter. Steve walked over and picked up the tape. It read, ‘Harrington Hymns’
“Hey, Ed, what’s this tape for?”
Eddie turned and walked towards Steve, taking the tape out of his hands.
“It’s just an old mix. I didn’t look at what it was when I grabbed it.” He smiled and put it in the radio.
“Yeah but it said-“
“Shh, Sweetheart,” Steve sucked in his breath at the name, “dance with me.” Eddie stepped in, closing the space between them. He wrapped both arms around Steve’s lower back and started swaying him back and forth. The first song started playing; Head Over Heels, Tears For Fears.
“I don’t dance, Eddie.”
“Everyone dances, Harrington. You just need to believe in yourself.”
“Yeah, and I believe I don’t dance.”
Eddie cocked his head. “Just try.”
“I’m trying not to embarrass myself.” Steve tried to push Eddie away but his hold was strong. He moved his hands from around Steve’s back and placed them on his hips, shifting them left and right.
“C’mon, big boy, you’ve just gotta-“ Eddie’s tone was teasing but it was interrupted by an onslaught of giggles.
“Hehey.” Steve swatted at his hands. He was pulling back as far as he could which gave Eddie a full view of his face. He was looking down, cheeks pink and smile wide. When Eddie started to squeeze more deliberately, he noticed Steve’s struggle became more frantic.
“Do my ears deceive me or is the Steve Harrington giggling?” Steve bit his lip in hopes of containing his laughter but it was useless. He latched his hands around Eddie’s wrists and pulled him off.
Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve was significantly stronger than him.
Not nearly as fast though.
Eddie quickly wrapped his arms back around Steve, kneading into his sides and continuing to sway him.
“Look, Harrington, you’re doing it! I told you everyone dances.” Steve’s stamina to tickles was embarrassingly short considering how many times he was able to fight off demons. His face was red, partly from his blush, but mostly from his lack of oxygen.
“Okahahay! Ed! I giHIVE!” His words came out as more of a shriek than anything else. Eddie might’ve been rumored to be a demon but he was no monster so he stopped his assault and rubbed Steve’s back.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it, pretty boy?” Eddie smirked down at Steve who’s panting was slowing down. “I hate you.”
“Awe, I doubt that.” Eddie punctuated his tease by clawing at the back of Steve’s ribs. Steve fell forwards into Eddie, burying his head into his neck as he laughed. The movement and heat of his breath against his skin made Eddie cringe and smile, not that Steve could see it. But he could definitely feel Eddie tense up under him when he put his lips on his neck.
Steve’s next moves were decided and acted on quickly.
He wrapped one arm around Eddie’s waist and brought the other up to cup the back of his head, tilting it to expose more of his skin.
Eddie’s knees gave out from under him and he whined out an ‘ahasshole’ as Steve gave an onslaught of raspberries to his neck. Steve held him up with his arm but with his struggling, it was getting harder. He backed him up against the counter and pressed his hips against him so that he couldn’t move. He used his hand to start pinching at Eddie’s side.
“Steheve!” A muffled ‘hmph?’ into his neck was Steve’s response, which only made him laugh more.
“Nohot fahahair!”
“What do you mean ‘not fair’?” He used both of his hands to dig into Eddie’s hips. “You tickled me much longer than this.”
Eddie had no response. All he could do was cackle while Steve climbed his fingers up and down the length of his sides. To Steve’s surprise, Eddie wasn’t fighting back. He was just taking it. He was definitely going to tease him about that later.
Their fight came to a short end when they heard a loud pop come from behind them. The butter was boiling and had begun to sizzle over the side of the pan. Steve dropped Eddie to the floor and rushed over to turn the heat down.
“Ow.” Eddie exhaled before his back hit the cabinets behind him.
“I’m sorry, did you want me to let your trailer burn down?”
“You cohould’ve at least warned me fihirst.”
Steve’s annoyance faded when he saw Eddie’s face. His eyes were shut, head leaning back and a wide, open smile was plastered on his face. He let out a few residual titters but he eventually caught his breath and opened his eyes. “Thanks.”
Steve paused. “Thanks for?”
Eddie tilted his head. “The stove? Thanks for turning it down. What else did you think?”
Steve reddened. “Nothing. Just get up.” He held a hand out to the boy on the floor who took it graciously. They shared a glance when Eddie got to his feet but both were fast to look away.
“So, uhm, how long does that have to cook for?”
They both looked at the pan.
“Oh, three hours.”
It was going to be a long three hours.
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Any takers for a part 2 where Eddie gets his shit wrecked? Yes? No?
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I was in an Eddie mood idk what else to say
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First Drink
Oof...this is long and I am sorry! I finally finished it and I'm sorry for the wait on this but here it is! If there any errors I'm sorry. It's 4:46am and just finished this!
Billy Hargrove fluff!
Warning: Mentions of drinking, getting drunk, and cigarettes. Oh and vomiting! Not sure if these are really warnings, but yeah.
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You were never the popular person, you liked to stay to yourself most of the time. Your circle was very small, but it was filled with people who were the only real people you knew. This all changed when the one and only Billy Hargrove asked you out. When this first happened you laughed at him thinking it was some kind of joke, but he generally wanted to be with you which shocked you completely! You two have been dating for seven months now and you’ve been the happiest you’ve ever been, but the only issue you have are the parties.
You’ve never been invited to a single party until you started dating Billy, in fact none of the popular girls ever spoke to you until you started dating Billy and that gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. You’ve been invited to your 5th party and of course you were told to pass the message to your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have a problem doing this, but the cheer captain told you about the party and her wanting you to tell Billy just made you…let's just say upset. Sighing you closed your locker and started to make your way to your last class.
When the bell rang you collected your things and like always you were the last one out of the classroom. Once you finally exited the classroom there stood your boyfriend smiling brightly at you. His smile never fails to make you feel the butterflies in your stomach, blushing lightly you return the smile “Hey, Darlin.” He said, walking over to you “Hey.” You said quietly. Billy knew you were shy and he was also a lot taller than you, so when you spoke quietly to him in the halls or anywhere he would always bend down eye level with you and give you a small smirk “I’m sorry…I didn’t hear you there.” He said in a deep husky voice making you blush “H-Hey.” You said a little louder, making him smile and stand back up. You hated when he did that to you, but it was to make you feel more confident in yourself and show that you can speak as loud as you wanted. Billy put his arm around you and led you out of the school and to his car.
Once you two were in the car on the way to god knows where you leaned up a little to turn the music down making Billy glance at you and then back to the road “Everything okay?” He asked. You were trying to find a way to tell him about the party without sounding annoyed that the cheer captain asked you. You let out a small breath “Did um…did Ashley invite you to her party?” You asked while picking at your nails. He tilted his like he was thinking and shook his head “Ashley didn’t ask me, but I heard someone mention it at lunch. Why do you ask?” You shrugged and laid your head back against the headrest “She invited us…well you.” You said correcting yourself. The car comes to a stop at a light and Billy takes that time to look at you “What do you mean me? If she invites me that means you also.” This is the side people don’t see with Billy. He puts on the bad boy asshole front, but in reality he’s nothing but a huge softy. You turn your head to look back at him “She sounded like she really only wanted you there.” Billy sighs and starts to drive again “The party tonight?” You don’t say anything and just nod your head “Then I’ll pick you up at 8.” You wanted to protest, but everytime you did he’d always end up winning anyway.
~Time Skip~
8:00pm came around faster than you wanted it to, but to your luck Billy was a little late so that gave you time to prepare yourself. These parties weren’t always fun. Sometimes you had fun, but most of the time it just ended up with you latched onto Billy's arm while the girls gossiped about how you’re a goody goody and never dared to touch a beer or a cigarette. You stood from your bed and walked to your mirror to check your outfit one more time. You never dressed up in skirts or dresses, so your outfit was simple. A pair of ripped jean shorts, Billy’s red button up shirt that was buttoned up to where your chest wouldn’t show but your cleavage was a bit on display and since the length was too long you tied it to be a crop top, and of course your shoes were your worn out black high tops. Your hair wasn’t really done up, you just kind of left it a little messy, and your makeup was simple. Just eyeliner, masscrea, and clear lip gloss.
Just as you were debating on changing you hear a car horn. You walk to your window and see it was Billy. He stood on the outside of his car leaning against it as he lit his cigarette and waited patiently on you. You nibbled on your bottom lip admiring him, yes it sounds creepy but how can you not? He’s just…he’s just so pretty. The way his hair curled and that one curl that hung on his forehead, the jeans being slightly too tight, and the way his blue button up was buttoned. It always made you weak in the knees the way he had his shirts, his chest showing perfectly. Which is why you got so jealous when other girls would look at him. Toxic yes, but goddamn that man is yours. You backed away from your window and made your way out the door to meet him outside. Once you opened that door and he got a good look at you he smiled that sly side smile “I like your shirt.” He said pointing at you, cigarette in his hand. You smiled and stood in front of him looking down at the shirt “Thanks! I found it in my closet. Not sure where it came from.” You chuckled and looked up at him. He let out a small chuckle “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I got a purple shirt somewhere in my closet. Looks like a girls shirt, has a butterfly on the sleeve.” You let out a gasp “Is that where it is!? I’ve been looking for that shirt.” Billy laughed and opened the door “Get in, dork.” He said kissing the top of your head.
Once you two made it to the party you started to get nervous, and Billy could tell right away when you stepped out of the car. Placing his hand on your waist he leans down to your ear “It’s going to be okay. Just stay with me, yeah?” You nodded your head and let him lead the way. The longer you stayed by his side and let him guide you around made you think more and more about the things the girls say about you. The goody goody with Billy Hargove, it makes no sense. Looking around you spot the kitchen and tug on Billys sleeve to get his attention. When he was looking at you, you told him you were headed to the bathroom. He nodded and moved his hand away from your waist.
Being away from him at a party felt weird, but you wanted to have a taste of the party life. You wanted to taste a beer, maybe even a shot and hell…why not try a cigarette or something a little stronger? When you walked into the kitchen you noticed the cheerleaders surrounding the punch bowl that you wanted to get to, Ashley was the first to notice you which made your heart race scared of what she would do “Oh, its Y/N. What brings you in here? Shouldn’t you be sipping on some water while attached to your boyfriend.” Her words didn’t sound hurtful, but they kinda hurt. You took a deep breath and put your hands in your back pockets standing up straighter to seem more confident. “I’m a-actually wanting some of that punch.” You said softly, but loud enough for them to hear you. The girls giggled at you, but stepped away from the bowl so you could fix a cup, but Ashley beat you to it and handed you the cup “Here you go…make sure not to drink too much. Don’t want you being sloppy.” You took the cup and rolled your eyes before taking a sip and holy shit…was this the best thing you’ve ever had!
You were on your fourth cup and to say you were light weight was an understatement. You couldn’t find your boyfriend so you wandered outside to the backyard to see what they were up to. It looked like they had a keg and that’s where you found your boyfriend. His buddies held him up while he did a kegstand. Everyone was cheering him on, so you slowly stumbled your way over and started to cheer along with them. Now, you weren’t a sloppy drunk like Ashley said you would be. You were the kind that wanted to dance, sing, and…maybe you got a little touchy. When Billy was put down he was smiling and high fiving his friends until he saw you “Y/N!” He said over the loud music now standing in front of you “I thought you were going to the bathroom.” He said holding you by the hips to stop you from swaying a little. The longer he looked at you it finally clicked “Are you drunk?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You giggled and brought your hand up to his chest tracing circles on his skin “Yeeeah.” You said through your drunkin giggles. Billy wasn’t upset with you, but he was slightly worried. It’s your first time being drunk and he wasn’t sure how you were going to act, so instead of being strict with you he just followed behind you to watch after you. He wanted you to let loose and have fun so he wasn’t going to stop you.
Finding your way to the living room where everyone was dancing was where Billy found out you could actually dance. Pour Some Sugar On Me started playing which is one of your favorite songs and it’s also the song that people realized your shorts were a little too short and your shirt was getting looser. Singing along and moving your hips to the beat you accidentally spilt some of your drink on your chest which made you laugh and turn to Billy “I-Its funny because of th-e song!” You shouted over the music. Of course he would laugh at you, but when he saw your shirt getting loose his laughter stopped. “Hey, Darlin…maybe you should come with me.” He said walking over to you. You frowned and shook your head “But…is my favorite song!” You protested, “I know, but it's important.” You rolled your eyes and turned around to continue dancing. Billy sighed and walked up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. Everyone cheered and laughed at the two of you, but it was obvious you weren’t enjoying his actions.
Billy had carried you to the bathroom and locked the both of you inside. Once you were put down you immediately tried to get past him to walk out “No, Y/N. We gotta wipe the beer off your chest and fix your shirt.” You looked down at yourself “I’m fine.” You slurred. Billy had a feeling you were going to be a stubborn drunk the moment he saw your eyes outside. Without saying a word he lifted you up onto the counter and stepped between your legs “I’m not letting you back out there so all the guys can look at your chest.” You didn’t pay attention to his words, your fuzzy brain was too focused on Billy standing between your legs while his chest was on full display. He spoke to you the whole time he was cleaning you up and fixing your shirt, but the words went into one ear and the other “Hey…are you listening to me?” He asked lifting your head up by your chin “Yeah. Mmhmm.” “Then what did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow “Um..something about a chest?” Billy shook his head “You got one word right…” He paused when he noticed your face turn slightly pale “You okay?” You nodded your head and then shook your head “I don’t feel too good.” You mumbled “Okay…come on.” Billy said in a soft voice while helping you off the counter and leading you to the toilet “Sit down on the floor for me.” You looked up at him nibbling on your bottom lip “But…this is a stranger's bathroom.” He looked at you confused and then his eyes went wide “No! No…just get on the floor in front of the toilet.” Without another word you did as you were told and that’s when it all hit you “Billy…” You whined quietly “I’m right here. Just getting you a cold rag.” He said while running a washcloth under some cold water. Before he could come and sit with you, you started to vomit. You hated when you threw up. Your body would shake, your body hurt afterwards, and it always made you cry. Billy turned his head towards you and quickly made his way to your side “I-I don’t like this.” You mumbled with tears in your eyes before getting sick again “I know, babe…but you gotta get it all up.” He said moving your hair out your face “Got a hair tie?” You only nodded and lifted your wrist letting him take it and put your hair up. He placed the cold rag on the back of your neck and rubbed your back “You’re okay.” He said, pressing his lips on your head.
Billy didn’t take you home that night. He knew your parents would lose it if they found out you were drunk, but they were fine with you staying the night with him which didn’t make sense to him. He got you into his room and started to help you change into something comfortable. “I don’t wanna go to bed.” You whined while climbing into bed with him and laying on top of him. You pressed little kisses against his neck making him place his hands on your back and hips “Baby, you gotta sleep.” You didn't say anything and your movements paused “Darlin?” He asked and then he heard your soft snores. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes “I don’t think I’m going to let you drink again.” He whispered to himself.
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some of y’all have never been the Will Byers of your “friend” group and it shows
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