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steve-harringtons-ass · 1 year

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“Do you love me?” Eddie x Fem!Reader SMUT

Cw: Intercourse, swearing, head (both recieving)

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The way you and your lifelong friend, Eddie, became 'friends with benefits' was... To put it bluntly, interesting. In fact, it wasn't some kind of contract or mutual agreement. It just sorta happened.

You and him were cleaning up the school's basement together after a D&D meet. Tension between you two had been especially high that week. He couldn't make eye contact with you in the game, he'd brush up against you every time you bent down to pick up something...

And you.

You couldn't explain this sudden attraction to him. You were like a cat in heat around Eddie, and it was embarassing. He'd smile at you and you'd feel heat pool between your legs. You'd take a break cleaning the basement just to get a glance at him doing his thing. When he brushed against you for a third and final time, you had subconciously let out the smallest of noises just to get his attention.

You two had a lot more to clean up after that.

Originally, you thought it was a 'one and done' thing, but one time in the school basement turned into another time in his van, a third time in your room, a fourth, fifth, sixth time...

Now, the two of you are home for the summer after your first year at college, and nothing changed. Anytime you could visit him or vice versa, you did.

But lately, you noticed things were getting more personal. He'd throw in more pet names, kiss you for longer, hang around longer.

You don't mind it at all. It's cliché, sure, but you'd give anything to just word-vomit all your feelings to this man and go from fuck buddies to something more. But it doesn't work like that.

You had just finished moving back in when you hear the phone ringing.

"Hello?" You answer.

"You officially back home?" Eddie asks, eagerness prickling his voice.

"Yup, you?"

"Obviously, where else would I be callin' from?"

You can hear the smile in his voice. "Right, sorry... Hey, wanna do something? I'm done unpacking and I'm bored as all hell."

"That's why I called. A/C's broken here, and I've got nothing better to do..." He pauses. "Not that I would want something better to do-fuck, that came out wrong."

You smile at him getting flustered. "Come over, we can walk around the town and get shakes or something?"

"Sounds fantastic, I'll be there in ten." You heard him hang up before you could say anything.

Sure enough after 10 minutes, his van is in your driveway.

You open the door to greet him, and suddenly it's just like that evening in the basement again. He's wearing a cut up Iron Maiden shirt, jean shorts, and his frizzy hair is pulled into a ponytail. It's enough to make you lose it right then and there.

You close the door behind you, sunlight already far too hot.

"So..." Eddie turns to you as you both start walking down your driveway. "Rate your freshman year out of 10."

"Hmm... Solid 9. What about you?"

"10 all the way, especially since I wasn't too far away to see you." You can't tell if it's just the heat, but Eddie's face turns pink when he says that. He looks away as if he'd said something wrong.

"Ohoho, really? That's all that made it good?" You're studying him while he isn't looking at you. The way he fidgets with the frayed ends on his shorts, the way his happy trail peaks from underneath his shirt... All you want to do is rip it all off of him.

"Well yeah dude," His eyes still won't meet yours. "You're like, my best friend." He says the last few words in an overly excited, high pitched voice to make you laugh.

"Right right, I forgot." You smile when he flips you off as a response.

You and Eddie come back an hour later; sweaty, tired, and hot, to a note on the refrigerator.

It's from your mother. Your sister needed summer clothes and the mall is having a sale, so the house is empty for the afternoon.

The two of you are in your room now, fan blasting as you try and cool down.

All Eddie can focus on as he leans agains your dresser (besides the blistering heat) is you. You're rambling on about some drama between your two roommates, and though he is listening, he has to admit he's getting distracted. He's drinking you up like he's dying of thirst. He's watching you run your hands through your hair, watching your smile beam when you talk about your favorite roommate, studying how the sunlight from your window highlights your eyes, your lips, the frizzy parts of your hair.

He's taking this little secret to the grave, but he's madly in love with you. So in love it scares him, and everytime he sees you it gets more and more difficult not to say anything.

"Yeah, so that was my entire life second semester." You pause and look at him.

"Hm? What?" He stiffens, hoping you knew he was listening.

He looks absolutely gorgeous. His lower back's pressed against your dresser, hands in his pockets. You sit there and he takes his ponytail out, tossing his hair around and running his fingers through it before putting it up again.

"Are you alright?" You ask.

He looks down at you and smiles. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

You get up from your bed, your eyes never leaving his. "What are you thinking about?"

He swallows, and hesitates before answering. He's been acting off all day but you can't figure out why just yet.

"You, sweetheart. Who else would I think about?" He looks as if he had no control over saying any of that, but he doesn't try and take it back either.

"Hm. Sweetheart... That's a new one." You move closer to him.

Sweetheart. The name rolls off his tongue like he's called you that for years. "What else are you thinking about?"

"Do you want my honest answer?" He brushes a stray piece of hair from your face.

"Why else would I ask?"

He leans down to whisper in your ear. "I wanna fuck you until your damn bed breaks."

You lift his chin up with your finger to look at him. He's got a look in his eyes that screams desire, but something's different this time. Before you can figure it out, he kisses you. Suddenly, you're in this alternate universe where you and him have been the love of each other's lives for years. A universe where the two of you aren't one random date away from losing each other.

Rarely do you two ever kiss like this outside of hooking up. Eddie would remain celibate for the rest of his life if it meant still being able to kiss you, but that's something he'll take to his grave. You wish things were different between the two of you. Lord knows just how much you're keeping from him, and you wonder if it's the same on his end.

After a while, you pull away. He looks lost without your lips on his.

"Lemme taste you, please?" You whisper in his ear.

His eyes widen at your bluntness, but it's nothing he isn't used to.

"Shit- you can do whatever you fucking want to me." He starts undoing the buttons on his shorts but you stop him.

"I'll take care of that."

You let him stand and watch as you slide his boxers off. His heart nearly jumps out of his chest as soon as you give him that innocent look, gazing up into his eyes.

"Fucking take it, please." He nearly can't get the words out as you lick up the shaft.

You're bobbing your head as you make an attempt to fit all of him in. All composure he had is lost now as his vocabulary becomes a string of curses, moans, and Y/n's- and you can't help but admire how hot he looks when he's like this. His hand clamps over his mouth as he sinks into your dresser, his other hand buried in your hair.

"Fuck, your mouth always feels so good angel." He huffs, his raspy voice broken up by his moans.

You switch your mouth for your hand, sliding it up and down just slow enough to make him suffer for his orgasm. Minutes pass as you watch him struggle to catch his breath, struggle to stand without his legs trembling. Your mouth is back on him, dragging your tongue across his tip.

"Y/n- God, please please keep going- fuck."

"Mm," You feel his cock twitch, and you remove your mouth with a popping noise. Soon after you watch him cum, and you do nothing to stop it from spilling out onto the floor. Eddie takes a moment to collect himself. You look up at him and take this view in as he's gripping your dresser, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. His arousal drips down his shaft before you lick it off of him, earning a shiver from him.

"You're fucking evil." He groans.

You give him a mischievous look. "Then you're fucking evil."

"Yeah? Can evil get back on her bed then?"

Something about the way he asked has you far too excited. It's the raspiness in his voice, the quiet muttering.

"Hmm..." You pause. "I think so."

"C'mon hun, lay down for me."

His voice sends shivers down your spine, and you obey him. Every minute he isn't touching you is a minute wasted- it's torture.

He takes off your shorts, sliding them off you and tossing them aside like they're nothing. Before he continues, he leans down and kisses you. As his one hand holds your leg down, his other trails up your thigh. He's taking his time, like he's afraid he might wake up and you'd have disappeared.

He starts by rubbing circles on your clit through your panties, getting quite the reaction from you already.

"Take it off please." You whimper. His hands always work like fucking magic on your skin, but you're impatient.

"Of course, angel." He smiles when he notices the blush creep across your face and takes off your panties.

Eddie wraps his arms around your thighs, making sure to spread your legs as wide apart as he can. He's got you locked in, as he always did when he ate you out.

"Don't make me wait, Eds..." You pout as you look at him.

"I've just got such a pretty view, I can't help it." He makes eye contact with you, making sure to maintain it as he kisses the insides of your thighs. His eyes refuse to leave yours even while you're shivering, even while you're gasping and squirming under his grip as his tongue swirls around your clit.

He's excited, his ego inflates every time you moan his name and, quite franky, it's his favorite sound. You're trying so hard not to buck your hips against it his mouth while he latches onto your clit, sucking and kissing the over-stimulated nerves.

He looks up at you, watching the way your back arches and you cover your face with your hands.

"So shy all of a sudden, angel. You know you taste so fuckin' good, I could do this to you for hours..." And he has before. You can't even tell him you're about to come you're so caught up in his fingers digging into your thighs, his tongue, his words... the way he has to look at you every so often.

Your chest is heaving you're panting so heavily. Eddie listens to your whimpering moans while his one hand leaves your thigh.

"God, you sound so pretty." His hand drags across your skin and you nearly jump.

He scissors two fingers in you, his mouth and fingers creating a rhythm that drives you wild. The feeling of his fingers in you makes you flinch, little moans and yelling his name spilling out of you.

A tightening feeling makes itself known in your stomach and you start to tremble while he laps up every drop that floods out of you. All you could muster up to say was a string of curses.

You sit up after a few seconds of staring at the ceiling.

Eddie looks proud of himself. You're absolutely destroyed, but he doesn't want to be done yet- and he's hoping you're thinking the same.

"Do you... Wanna stop here?" He asks.

"God, no." You pause for a moment. "Get on the bed, I wanna be on top this time."

He looks excited, and you definitely don't have to ask twice before he's switched places with you.

You waste no time crawling on top of him. The look in his eyes is screaming infatuation for you. You're avoiding his cock completely, and the frustration on his face is priceless.

"Be patient, hun." You lean down and kiss him, feeling him abdolutely melt beneath you. He's desperate to touch you, his hands slide up your back. He's gently dragging his hands along your back and you shiver, gasping into the kiss.

Eddie nearly loses it.

You pull away, pecking his lips, then his neck. You're fucking dripping for him, but you just want to tease him first.

Until...

"Please." Eddie huffs. "I need to feel you on top of me."

You smile. "Ohh, alright. You've waited enough."

He looks relieved as you sit back up, guiding yourself to slowly sink onto his cock. You whimper in response, and it's a sound he loves.

"C'mon, princess." His hands are on your waist as he guides you to move up and down.

You're huffing and moaning as you bounce on his cock, his hips bucking so much it's shaking the bed. You both are looking in each others eyes, and there's something so voyueristic about it. Neither of you can control yourselves. He's moving you on him like you're a goddamn fleshlight- and he's touching you everywhere he can. Your hips, your waist, your tits- anything.

Eddie's soft moans and whimpers are driving you crazy. He's looking at you on top of him like you're the 8th wonder of the world, you've never seen him so infatuated with you.

"I love when you look at me like that." You catch him in the act, and his face turns red as he looks away. "Hm? You don't enjoy watching me use your cock for my own pleasure?"

"'Course I do..." He says. "My favorite view."

"That's what I thought."

You pick up the pace just a little bit, and his grip on your hips tightens.

It's all too much. The room is hot, and you both are sweating. He's groaning out from under you, squirming and bucking his hips from overstimulation. You're listening to his heavy sighs and his deep, raspy groans like it's a song- one you never want to end. Your back is aching, your stomach is in knots, but you haven't finished yet.

"Shit." Eddie huffs. "You're so fuckin' hot on top of me, doin' such a good job, hun."

His hands are rubbing both of your nipples, and he can't get enough of seeing your tits bounce. He moves his hands to your waist, then your hips.

“C-Can’t get enough of your hands, hun.” You say. It comes out shakey.

He's yelling and telling you to keep going just as he reaches his climax, but you keep going to reach your own. You give him no time to collect himself, and it drives him up the wall. His mouth is open as curses and groans flood out of him.

"I fuckin' love the way you move, angel.” He mumbles. “Fuck- I love you."

"Ohh fuck." Your back arches, and a shiver runs through your body. He watches you clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling a long, whimpering moan as you orgasm.

You both pause.

You heard it- clear as day.

"What did you just say?"

Time freezes.

He looks at you as if he'd just said something horribly wrong.

"Shit. I didn't mean to say that."

"It sounded like you did." You're panting still. "Eddie. Do you… Do you love me?"

He looks terrified of what will happen if he tells you the truth.

"I need you to be honest." You break the silence yet again.

"Why?"

"Can you just fucking tell me?" You're not breaking eye contact.

"Yes-Fuck! Yes I did! And I'm sorry I said it." He looks humiliated.

"Sorry?" You slowly get off of him to put your clothes back on, wincing as you do so. "Why would you be sorry?"

"'Cause like, this isn't a... Y'know." He's getting up now too, grabbing his boxers.

You've got your shorts and shirt back on, and you stand and look at him.

"Do you want it to be?"

"I can't answer that, Y/n." He's nervous, he can't even begin to predict how you'd react. He's running his hands through his hair and picking at his nails.

"Answer or I'll just keep pestering you about it." And he knows you will, you're quite good at the whole pestering game.

He draws in a breath before letting out a deep sigh.

"I mean, yeah. I do. But if you don't and I just ruined things, I want you to tell me."

"You didn't ruin anything, Eds." You look at him, making sure he knows you're serious. "Have you ever considered that I might've felt the same?"

He looks shocked for a moment before saying, "No. Why would you?"

"Do you not see where I'm going with this?" You pause, and he doesn't seem to suddenly understand. "I'm fucking in love with you. All I've wanted is a relationship out of this."

"Well why didn't you say anything?"

"Same reason you didn't."

He comes up to you, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I've wanted nothing more than to be your boyfriend since we became friends."

"It's okay, really. I could have said something, too."

"So then... Do you ya wanna be…?" He looks at the floor, and for someone who’s literally fucked you in a bathroom stall once, he’s incredibly awkward now.

"Hmm. I'll have to get back to you on that." You snicker. "God, this is so cheesy. Of course I will."

He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Alright, can we do something about this fuckin' heat?"

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things smut #stramger things #stranger things #smut #80s

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babybatmunch · 1 year

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He really shouldn't look that damn good 😭

#stramger things #st #i love steve #steve harrington #stranger things family #stranger things s2 #stranger things 4 #this show #joe keery #eddie my beloved #eddie munson #bring eddie back

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years

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Accidents - Peter Ballard/001 x Reader

Summary: At Hawkins lab, sometimes even the nurses can get injured. And when you do, you’re lucky enough to have the one and only Peter Ballard to patch you up.

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury

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The experiments at Hawkins lab were never dangerous, at least not to the nurses who took care of the children. However, this tidbit of information wasn’t entirely comforting, as the nurses could never really live their lives without fear of getting injured at their workplace. Sometimes accidents happened.

The accidents seemed to happen quite a bit to the one and only Peter Ballard. The blond man always seemed to end up in your small office, seeking medical attention for small cuts and scrapes, or headaches and small pains. You always gave him what he needed – whether it be a bandage or a panadol – but you enjoyed when he visited. You couldn’t deny, Peter was a gorgeous human, and you’d grown quite fond of him – his hair looked silky and soft enough to run your fingers through, and his striking blue eyes were captivating.

The two of you had become friends, although sometimes it felt like maybe there could be more. The long glances and lingering touches supported your feelings, but you always ended up convincing yourself it was one-sided. Besides, the two of you took your duties seriously, so the chances of anything happening between the two of you were slim.

But even if you took your duties seriously, you couldn’t help but smile at him across the room. His hands were behind his back, but he moved slightly so that you could see his subtle wave.

All of the children stood in the plain, white room, standing along the walls. One of the children – Eleven – was sitting in front of a ring of lights, attempting to light them up and move the light around in a circle. She was struggling, and you watched with a slight frown. You liked Eleven – she was quiet, but always kind.

Eleven whimpered as she tried to light up the ring. She turned to face you, fear and desperation evident in her gaze. You gave her an encouraging smile and a nod, and you hoped she remembered the words you’d spoken to her in the rainbow room – “I believe in you.”

She sniffled slightly, before turning her attention back to the ring. You crossed your fingers behind your back, praying for the girl. While you weren’t privy to all of the results of the experiments, you knew that Eleven harboured the most power, she just didn’t know how to control and use it. But you were sure she would learn.

Slowly, a single light on the ring lit up. A broad smile grew on your face, and you looked up at Peter. He was watching you and smiling slightly, his eyes showing something that looked suspiciously like adoration. When he noticed your gaze, his smile turned more shy, and he looked away bashfully.

“You have to make the light move, silly,” one of the other children – Two – said to Eleven.

Her face fell as the other children began to laugh, and you turned to focus your attention on Two.

“Hush,” you scolded. “Let her concentrate.”

While you were a kind nurse, the children knew when to listen to you, and to respect you. Two fell silent, the other children following suit. You gave Eleven another encouraging nod, and she focused her attention on the ring. After a moment, she held out her hand and screamed, the lights on the ring blaring bright, bright enough to blind everyone in the room.

You closed your eyes and glass shattered. You felt it slice at your skin and you cried out, falling back, your spine slamming against the white walls. Something wet and warm slid down your cheek. There was a hurrying of footsteps and suddenly there was a pair of hands on you – a gentle pair of hands. You opened your eyes to see Peter looking at you in concern, his eyes raking over your body for possible injuries, before they snagged on your cheekbone.

“I can accompany her to the nurses’ office,” Peter offered, looking to Dr Brenner for permission.

Because there would always be the need for permission in this job, this life. Dr Brenner looked you over briefly before nodding to Peter, who helped you to your feet. He steadied you with an arm around your waist as he helped you out of the room, your legs shaking slightly from shock.

The two of you walked down the hallway in silence, your embarrassment growing. In all honesty, the suddenness of the light and exploding glass had frightened and surprised you, but it didn’t warrant all this. You could easily clean yourself up, even the blood that was definitely making its way down your chin now. The door of your office came into view, and Peter opened it, letting you inside first. You expected him to leave then, to go back to taking care of the children, but instead he began going through the draws, looking for things he needed to patch you up.

“You don’t have to do this,” you mumbled, embarrassment heating your cheeks. “I can do it myself.”

“I can do it,” Peter said smoothly.

You closed your mouth, and Peter gathered everything he needed before placing everything on the desk. He looked at you expectantly, and when you stayed still, he gently pushed you down onto the stool the children usually sat on while you patched them up.

“You can go now, if you want,” you tried again.

“I can do it,” Peter repeated, more firmly this time. He looked into your eyes as he grabbed a wet cloth. “I want to.”

That shut your mouth, and you prayed that he wouldn’t feel the heat of your cheeks as he knelt between your legs for better access and brushed the cloth over your cheekbone – over the cut from the glass. From the little, smug smile that appeared on Peter’s face, you knew he felt your burning cheeks.

It was silent as he worked, and you didn’t want to break it. It was peaceful as he cleaned your cut and carefully, gently placed a bandaid on your cheek. His thumb smoothed it over softly, bringing a small stinging to your cheek – a stinging you ignored, as Peter’s eyes lingered on your lips. Your breathing hitched, and his eyes flicked to yours, a smug smile growing on his face. He turned his head to the door, which was closed, before looking at you again.

His thumb brushed over your cheek again, and you held your breath. His stunning eyes were gazing at you intently, and his rosy lips parted slightly.

“Y/n,” he murmured, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “Y/n.”

“Yes?” you breathed, your heartbeat increasing as you noted the proximity between your faces.

His breath fanned over your face, and you blinked quickly.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered.

Your world froze, and sped up, and a new, unknown confidence surged through you.

“Then do it,” you said, surprised to find your voice unwavering.

Peter grinned, and leaned forwards, his lips meeting yours. Your hands found their way into his hair as his found your waist, tugging you closer to him. His lips moved over yours hungrily, like he’d been dreaming of this for a while, and you tugged his hair lightly, earling a small groan from him in response. You felt like you could kiss him until you ran out of breath. And run out of breath you did, and Peter pulled away, leaning his forehead against you.

“That was…” you loosed a breath, unable to find words.

Peter let out a breathy chuckle.

“Agreed,” he murmured. He paused, before continuing, “can we do that again?”

You were about to answer when there was a small, hesitant knock at the door. Peter stood up instantly, his eyes trained on the door. You stood up after him, and Peter opened the door, his body tense. He relaxed slightly, however, when he recognised the person at the door. He stepped aside, and Eleven walked in, slightly hesitantly.

“Eleven,” you greeted. “How can I help you?”

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise.”

You smiled and knelt down in front of the small girl.

“I’m fine,” you assured her quickly. “I’m very proud of you. That was impressive.”

Eleven smiled shyly, and you offered her another smile.

“You should probably be getting to your room now,” you told her, standing back up.

Eleven smiled again and left with a wave. You smiled after her, before turning back to Peter. He was watching you with a smile, and he moved towards you cautiously before wrapping his arms around your waist. You responded by wrapping your own around his neck, smiling back at him.

“Kiss me again?” you whispered.

He obliged you, leaning in again.

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steddieasitgoes · 11 months

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Romance crumbs

#stramger things #stranger things script #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

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itsjustbyler · 1 year

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Duffers, I'm watching you.

#byler #stramger things #stranger things #stranger things theory

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plusultrachaos · 10 months

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prompt if it vibes, funny thing if not:

robin was upset about /whatever/ and so steve was talking it out with her, and after, they stand up and hug. it's nice for a second, then: steve: why are you suddenly taller than me.

robin: wdym im always this tall

steve then proceeds to fumble his foot around until he finds hers, where she is indeed standing on tiptoe

this is literally so funny to me and its something i could see robin doing

"And it's just like, if you need me to play this extra part, I can do that. You just need to like actually tell me?" Robin has been talking five miles a second about an issue with the Hawkins theater department. Steve has been listening and chiming in wherever she stops to breathe or drink the bottle of water that sits on the Family Video counter.

"You can't play three different characters that are on stage at the same time, can you? That feels kind of impossible. Aren't people going to recognize you as the other people too?"

Robin looks at him before collapsing her body to lay fully on the counter. "Damn, I knew I forgot about something." She sighs and Steve takes a second to look at his best friend. Its the first shift all week that they've actually worked together.

So all Steve does is open his arms and kick her leg, gently.

And Robin looks at him for a second before nodding and tucking into Steve's side.

That's when he notices it. She is standing at least an inch or so taller than Steve and that is not right.

He squints at her. "Why are you taller than me all of a sudden?"

He can see her try and hold back a giggle. "I do not know what you are talking about, Steven."

He glares with the knowledge that when she uses that name, she's fucking with him in some way. So he tucks her closer to his side anf tries to wiggle his feet closer to hers. He manages to almost trip both of them, but in the end, he finds her foot and finds her heels inches off the ground.

"Liar."

And Robin breaks down laughing and Steve has to stifle his own laughter.

#atla!#prompt #stramger things #stranger things prompts #robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic stobin

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pizzacast · 2 years

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Billy being a used car salesman is still one of funniest things to me, him in a tackey pastel suit, showing coustmers what’s hot on the market and him talking bullshit.

Him and Steve having sex in a used car and after they’re done, Steve is like “maybe you shouldn’t sell that one.”

Billy only rolls his eyes and puts a sign on the car that says “half off and gently used.”

(All though the way Steve fucked Billy in that car was nothing gentle)

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stramger things

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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🥀🍺🎸🥁⛓🪩🎵♥️💄👠💥

Rockstar!em x plussize!reader moodboard

Fic coming soon !

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson moodboard #stramger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things moodboard #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie x plus size reader #plus size reader

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iseathegalaxy · 2 years

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Joe finally got his own Eddie guitar, I'm crying 😭😭 Metallica came through

#i love eddie with my entire being #eddie my beloved #eddie munson #joseph quinn #metallica #netflix #stramger things #stranger things s4

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frankiethedarkangel · 1 year

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Character list for requests

*No limits on the types of requests*

Last Updated 12/26/22

Smut, fluff, angst and anything in between :)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Gabriel

Crowley

Meg

Lucifer

Arthur Ketch

Castiel

Gadreel

Henry Winchester

Amara

Chuck

Sons of Anarchy

Chibs Telford

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Tig

Juice Ortiz

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Emilia Harcourt

Chris Smith/Peacemaker

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Johnathan Byers

Argyle

Officer Phil Callahan

Chrissy Cunningham

Eddie Munson

Alexi

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Horror Films

Bo Sinclair

Art the Clown

Michael Myers

Freddy Kruger

Jason Voorhees

Pyramid Head

Ghostface (90s-Present)

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Marvel

Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Black Widow/Natasha Romanov

Druig

Hulk/Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock/Venom

Spiderman/Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, and Tom)

Iron Man/Tony Stark

Ant Man/Scott Lang

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married hopper shopping for the kids

The kids’ graduation was just around the corner. Both El and Will insisted on nothing big, just a party with their friends and a sleepover in the Wheeler’s basement, but Joyce had none of it. The last time one of her kids graduated she couldn't afford to go out of the way, now she had two kids graduating and enough money to at least get them presents.

Hopper and her made plans to meet after work, like they always did, but this time they would go to the mall and finally get something for the teenagers. Even if she wanted to go alone, which Jim couldn’t allow to happen, she would have to wait for him to drive her home and get her car. They figured out it would be easier to just drive to work together, he would always drop her off and pick her up exactly five minutes before her shift ended, saving some money on gas.

That’s how they found themselves where they were right now, in a mall on the other side of the town, looking for graduation presents for their kids. They were walking from store to store, hand in hand, as if one of them was too afraid to let the other one go. People had time to get used to them, most of them weren’t even surprised when the news of their marriage started going around in Hawkins’ gossip mill. But there were still people that couldn’t wrap their heads around the relationship, one of them being Callahan, who had to go from calling her Crazy Joyce to Mrs Hopper.

“What do the kids like these days?” Hopper asked while scratching his beard and pulling Joyce into another store, a video game store.

“They definitely don’t play Atari anymore…” But it was like talking to a wall. Hopper had already let go of her hand and was going through all the games there, letting out an excited yell once he found one that he liked.

“Aha! This is the one.” He held it low, for Joyce to see it, getting a sigh out of her. She took the game from him, sighing once more as she scanned the box.

The packaging was colorful, showing a little farm with a farmer girl standing before it. She turned it around in her hands and read through the description, realizing this was a game for five year olds.

‘Grow your crops, harvest them and provide for a village. You can now have a herd of sheep and cows that give you enough milk to last for a week. Live out your farming fantasy with our newest game!’

“Are you kidding me? You didn’t even read what it’s about.” She put the game back on the shelf only for it to be picked up by Hopper again.

“What do you mean? I’d die for this game, I’m sure Will is going to love it.” This only earned Hopper a roll of eyes that were looking up at him in disbelief. Joyce moved her eyes from the game to the shelf, letting him know without using the words that he should put it back there and forget about it.

“It’s like getting El a doll.” Joyce turned from him, looking for some other options before he could protest one more time.

“We’re not getting El a doll, she’s not a kid.” He was getting confused, having no idea why she would even consider getting their daughter a doll for graduating high school.

“Neither is Will.” She chose another game, this one wasn’t as perky as the one before. “We can get Will this one.” She said, shrugging her shoulders and giving it to Jim to take a look at.

‘You wake up from a comma, but there’s no one around. Except, there is. The people seem different, almost not human. Now it’s your turn to find a way back home, win back the love of your life and face off with a hoard of zombies going only after your brain.’

“Don’t you think this one is a little too brutal?’

“Boys his age only like brutal..”

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