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kodaiki · 2 years
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୭̥⋆*。 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎
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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: during the summer following your senior year of high school, you find yourself drawn to the family video rental store nearly weekly. sure, you claim it’s due to the incessant determination to rent the breakfast club but maybe seeing the cute worker across the counter is a bonus, too.
wc: 4.5k
genre/tags: post season 3, pre season 4, fluff, slight humor, makeout session, mutual pining, friends to lovers, ft. robin!
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it's a hot summer day, evident by the sweat that sticks to the family video worker's neck. the air conditioner's been busted, leaving the store to fend off the heat wave with other means. there's a rusty fan in the corner of the store, only aiding in blowing hot air around so, really it's no help.
steve harrington decides he hates his job.
"is it here?" you don’t even greet the man properly when you burst through the video store's door, causing a harsh jingling sound from the bell over your head, making you flinch in slight apology.
never mind, maybe he doesn’t totally hate his job.
steve, pausing from sorting through his cart of tapes, looks up at your eagerness, “hey y/n, how are you, how’s your day going?”
his chide remark makes you roll your eyes as you slouch. “hi steve, i’m good, it’s hot out, how about you?” you response monotonously, itching to get your hands on the tape you’ve been waiting weeks for.
“could be better if our air conditioner wasn’t busted.”
“that sucks.” you can’t help but feel for the guy, working in a stuffy store and tending to greedy customers like yourself. “so, is it here?”
steve only shakes his head with a snap of his fingers. "nope."
"what- you said the last customer's due date was today!" you huff, quickly striding up to him, deep frown on your face.
coming out of the back room, curious about the commotion from the front, robin buckley quietly peers through the shelves, looking suspiciously – and maybe a tad bewildered – between her coworker and you, a somewhat familiar stranger she hadn't had a pleasure of meeting.
"yeah," he answers with a nod as if it were obvious. "too bad you were just late enough to lose it to its next customer."
"this wait is making me wanna watch the breakfast club less and less," you mutter out dryly, crossing your arms.
"hey, since you're here, how 'bout a compromise?" the man quickly digs into his cart, pulling out a familiar case. "we just got sixteen candles back."
you take a glance at the redhead on the top of the tape’s cover standing between two men. "i've already seen it."
steve harrington is different than you remember, you observe as you give him a look over, busy shuffling through other tapes in search of something that'd satisfy you.
from what you recall, in high school, he was sort of a dick; well, until miss girl-next-door nancy wheeler stumbled into his life. you recall the whispers and gossip down the halls regarding the couple and most specifically, that guy she's – well, from what you've heard – dating now, jonathan byers.
you didn't really focus on that aspect of high school; you simply sought to excel and get out of your small town for bigger things.
funny, you can't help but laugh to yourself as you recall your practically stable job on main street that'll probably keep you in hawkins 'til you're so old and wrinkly, you forgot you wanted to leave in the first place.
regardless, steve, he's different now. you can't exactly put your finger on it, but he's certainly not the same jock and king steve he was called in high school.
not that you minded.
this steve – the one currently grumbling about how picky you are – is kind of a dork.
you like that.
"i'll take the sixteen candles." you end his torment graciously, smile curling up your face at the way he hangs his head dramatically low into the cart, relieved by your words.
"you like seeing me in misery?"
you lightly laugh at that. "maybe i do, harrington."
he stands up straighter, offering the tape for you, only to raise it high when you reach for it. "oi, give it!"
"two can play the misery game, y/l/n."
"you're impossible," you groan as you continue to try and grasp at the tape, reaching up on your tiptoes.
"didn't you call me a lifesaver just a week ago when i had karate kid rented out and lent you it?"
"ugh, do you remember everything i tell you?"
"i remember everything a pretty girl says to me."
his response makes your nose scrunch up, like you've eaten something sour. that sort of answer reminds you of the old coy and shameless steve, but it this light, him in a dorky vest – not as dorky as what you assumed the scoops ahoy uniform looked like – his flirtation didn't go unwelcome. if anything, it caused the roll of a somersault in your stomach.
"ew," you recover, hiding your flushed face by shaking it and waving a hand in front of you, playing it off as the summer heat, "you really are a huge flirt."
steve only laughs a little bashfully at that, maybe surprised by his own suaveness. he gestures you to follow him to the counter, where he types something on the computer, leaving you to shift on your heels as you wait.
truthfully, steve didn't know where that came from. sure, he thought of himself as a flirt but given his poor record as of recently, he didn't expect a somewhat accepting reaction out of you.
okay fine, you said, ew, but it wasn't near as embarrassing as girls flat out laughing at him or rejecting him.
it's strange, using a line on you, steve can't help but think as he subtly glances over at you as you look around the video store. he never saw you in that sort of light in high school, since your were usually hiding behind a book or sitting too far in the front of the room to notice you.
you weren't popular, but not necessarily unpopular either. you were obviously one of the smart ones, but not one of the ones who caught the eye of a certain jock. by the time you started tutoring steve, he'd already been dating nancy so everything was purely platonic.
time really does change a lot, he agrees.
"there you go," he says after clearing his throat.
"thanks steve." your teasing tone is gone now, replaced with pure sincerity, a pretty smile on your face that makes him want to stare a little longer.
"try again next week," he says, maybe a little too eagerly but it doesn't seem you catch it. "for the breakfast club, i mean."
you sigh at that, a humorous one, "we'll see. i’ll probably be around sooner than that to return this.” you offer a smile, waving sixteen candles in your hand.
as soon as the bell jingles a final time, signaling you've left, robin appears out of nowhere, leaning over the store counter with wide eyes.
“who was that?” she asks, minor bewilderment written on her face as she flits her gaze between steve and the door you just walked out of.
“hm? oh, that’s y/n,” steve answer easily with a lazy shrug, turning away from the computer.
“and how do you know y/n?” robin asks and her voice lilts a little accusingly as she raises an eyebrow. your face seemed familiar to her so she could only assume you were a graduated student from hawkins high, but it was the fact that steve knew you that piqued her interest.
steve looks her over with half-suspicion but answers anyway. “she tutored me in math during senior year, are you done?”
“if i had my dry erase board with me, i think i’d tick off you latest interaction in between the margins of you rule and you suck.”
steve verbally laughs at that, like it’s an actually funny joke robin had told him and not a half assed compliment, half insult his way. “funny.”
“i’m serious! i really thought your reputation of being a flirt was a fluke and you have no game.”
steve deadpans at that. "she's in here nearly every week, how are you just noticing her today?" he decides to deflect blaming her for her lack of awareness of your presence.
"she must be around during my breaks or something because i swear i've never seen her before. didn't know you had a crush, stevie. to be honest, i feel a little betrayed."
"i do not have a crush on her," he quickly answers, a little defensively by how quick he was to shoot her down. "she's just a usual customer that i know well enough to joke around with."
he definitely has a crush.
"joke around with," robin repeats, looking up in deep thought. she looks back down, clearly unimpressed. "sure, if joking around is code for shamelessly flirting."
"that was not flirting." steve knows that's a lie, still attempting to calm the ways his nerves are buzzing from a mere conversation with you, but he hopes robin doesn't.
"i watched the whole thing," she monotones.
"you were eavesdropping, you stalker?" he looks at her like she's crazy, but granted, he should be used to this by now.
"there's no one else in the store. you're my only form of entertainment."
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the following week you arrive at the video store, steve can't fight off the beam on his face as you enter.
"hey," you greet glumly as you tread toward the counter where steve's standing. you smile anyway but he can tell it doesn't reach your eyes.
almost immedieatly, a frown replaces his smile and he quits toying with the vhs tape underneath the counter to cross his arms over it, leaning toward you in concern.
"what's wrong?"
what could’ve possibly gone wrong in the few days since you returned sixteen candles and today?
your nose twitches at the fact he read you so easily but you slouch your shoulders anyway. "i don't think i'll be able to rent more movies for a while."
his eyebrows furrow in confusion, tilting his head to the side. big brown eyes stare into your eyes and if it weren't for your poor mood, you'd probably melt on the spot.
"my dad, he's still job searching since starcourt burned down," you mumble, "i'm lucky enough to work on main street but i don't think his unemployment would be enough for the mortgage so i should chip in."
"i'm sorry," steve sighs with a frown. he remembers how angry the town was when starcourt was built in the first place, family run businesses being put out of business but now, it seems everyone's in the same boat.
"s'alright. i just thought i could be a careless kid for a little while longer."
memories of fireworks and the mind flayer pop into steve's mind, guilt seeping into his stomach even though he really has no reason to feel that way.
for an entirely different reason, steve wishes he could be a careless kid, too. not someone who has a constant dreading feeling about another dimension wreaking havoc on his own.
"i get it," he says. "why'd you come anyway even though you don't wanna rent?"
then a shy smile reaches your lips.
from behind him, stave hears a harsh whisper of, "you, dingus!" he turns quickly at that, only for the certain strawberry blonde to twirl around as if she wasn't eavesdropping on your conversation. robin's lucky you don't seem to notice, as you still ponder your answer while staring down at your shows.
"i'm so used to coming every week. believe it or not, harrington, but you're one of the constants of my week."
his heart pounds against his ribcage.
you're a constant of his week, too; the highlight if he's being honest.
"yeah?" he asks, leaning further on the counter, hoping that what you're saying is insinuating what was (cruelly) whispered to him from behind, "you're in luck then."
"hm?" you hum, raising an eyebrow in genuine curiosity. "why?"
"because look what i've got." and then there's a thud on the coutner, revealing the movie you've only been waiting to see for weeks. glee fills your system for a few seconds before being replaced with dread.
"of course it's available once i can't spend my money."
"it's on me."
you blink up at the man, shaking your head slightly. "what?"
"take it, really. i've only been hearing you complain about it not being here, it's only fair."
"no, no, i shouldn't-"
"i already rented it out," steve cuts you off, looking away briefly. "so either it'll sit in my car, or you can watch and enjoy."
it's the truth. once the last customer returned the rental, steve quickly used his own cash to rent it before someone else could even try. he'd expected you to offer to pay him back which he still would've denied but now, it seems like it was truly fated for him to rent it for you.
"steve," you trail off.
"y/n," he replies in a stern tone.
"you know i'll want to pay you back-"
"after you gave that story? no way, y/n," he quickly shakes his head in dismissal.
"i really can't take this," you mumble, playing with the edge of the tape box. you stare at it for a few seconds before an idea pops into your head. "do you want to watch it with me?"
his eyebrows furrow at that. "huh?"
an audible slap, oddly sounding like a facepalm, is heard further back in the store.
"i mean, i'd feel bad for robbing you so if you watch the movie with me, i wouldn't feel as guilty!"
oh, steve blinks.
"i… uh.”
“too weird? i know you haven’t been over since high school so it’s cool-“
you’re backtracking, steve soon realizes as you attempt to wave off your invitation. he frowns at the fact that you took his stammers as rejection.
“no, no, i’d like to come over,” he quickly says, cutting you off effectively. you head nods up in slight surprise, but then you smile, relieved.
“you remember where i live, right?”
“i was only there every thursday,” he scoffs out a laugh, nodding.
“great, so swing by around seven?”
“seven’s good,” he agrees, rocking on the balls of his feet. it isn’t until you leave the store that he buries his head into his arms, already brainstorming what he should wear.
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at seven on the dot, steve shuffles on his feet as he stands in front of your home’s entrance. he's been to your home countless times, having studied there when you tutored him, so it’s a rather familiar sight, yet at the same time nostalgic. he glances around the exterior, as if searching for any changes your family may have made but as it seems, it looks just the same.
what steve thinks differently though is that beside your window, there's a tall tree with thick branches, conveniently placed as an escape or sneak-in route had you had a rebllious bone in your body. he's almost a hundred percent sure you never used the tree for that reason.
steve wonders if only his crush on you blossomed earlier, back when you were both in high school, would he climb the tree to reach your bedroom? would he reach over and knock on your bedroom window like he did with nancy? if he were the way he is now but in high school, would you have been on his radar instead?
a sinking feeling fills his chest at the mystery of the unknown; the mystery of what could've been.
there's no time for steve to dwell on it any longer because the fornt door is pulled open, revealing you, with that signature smile on your face that he can't seem to get enough of.
"sorry if i made you wait long, i was setting up the living room."
steve feels a little antsy entering your home this time. he has to keep reminding himself that he's been here before and theres no reason to be so damn nervous but considering his different feelings, he can't calm the beating of his heart.
"parents home?"
you shake your head.
oh perfect, steve's stomach only does more queasy things that make him feel weird.
"they should be back in the morning,” you continue aimlessly as you guide him to the living area, set up with some snacks on the table and your tv set already on.
“cool,” is all he replies, mentally facepalming at such a lane answer.
“all I gotta do is push the tape in so just get comfy,” you says, crouching in front of the tv.
by the time the movie’s in and playing, you’re sitting beside steve, leaving some room between the two of you. you feel a little awkward at first, not ever having this sort of hangout with him since you were usually at the kitchen table, correcting his homework.
it’s a nice change.
well, obviously, because of your raging crush on the guy.
you feel too stiff for a while, glancing over at him to see if he notices. he seems generally comfortable, leaned into the corner of the couch and his legs manspreaded slightly.
this is your home after all, so you get comfortable as well, scooting your body over and relaxing your stature a little more.
"am I hogging the couch?” steve asks, genuinely concerned.
“no, no! i’m just getting more comfy.”
“you can scoot close to me, i don’t mind.”
your heart thumps in your chest as you move closer to the man, fitting your back in one of the worn creases of your sofa, well accustomed to the dips of other individuals and yourself on it.
“better?” he asks softly, glancing over at you.
your eyes widen a little bit at that and you nod slightly. “yeah, thanks.”
you’re not paying attention the movie much, you realize at the midway point, you’re far too distracted at the small distance between you and steve on the couch.
you’re shameless in your staring after a while, simply watching his reaction to film in front of you: the furrow of his brows, the dips and raises of his lips at a particular screen, the way his nose scrunches.
you almost hate how attractive he is.
“you alright there?” he asks without bothering to flit his face to you. “you’ve been watching me for a while.”
“sorry!” you squeak, shifting your head back to facing the television. of course he’d notice! you weren’t exactly being subtle.
“do i got crumbs on my mouth or something?” he asks sincerely, slightly knitting his brows together at your sudden shyness.
“no, no, i was just uh, looking at you.”
it’s the ambience that’s making you so honest, you believe. the lights off with nothing but the television. lighting your faces, the quiet summer night, only chirps of crickets being heard outside, the fact that you’re alone, it’s all adding to your honestly.
steve glances over at you and even in the dim light, he can see your embarrassed and flustered expression. he decides to answer based on his gut feeling.
“yeah?” he muses, leaning slightly toward you in slight amusement.
you swallow at that, looking at him through your lashes as your chin dips slightly into your neck. “uh-huh, you’re uh…”
“hm?” he hums, urging you to continue.
“you’re pretty,” you murmur as you gaze at his thick locks, down to his cheekbones and then landing on his pouty lips. “not like girly pretty but you know like, handsome pretty-“
“you’re pretty, too.” he smiles at you.
you thought cupid struck you months ago but it appears he shot you a second time in that moment.
“oh, thanks,” you murmur bashfully, looking away from his intense stare.
steve gently brings a hand up, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, guiding you to look at him. your breath hitches as he holds your face in his hand, doing nothing but gaze at your face.
“is this okay?” he asks as he cradles the side of your face with his right hand, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb along your cheek, feeling the warmth from the flush of your face.
you only nod with a hum, eyelashes fluttering slightly against his movements. eventually your eyes close, giving him full permission to simply observe you.
he could stay like this forever, he thinks, watching your face while he caressed your cheek, a blush of his own painting his cheekbones.
during a breath out, he notices your lips part slightly and suddenly his gaze is zeroed in on your lips, fighting off the urge to graze at them with his thumb.
your stomach does a tumble at his ministrations but you don’t want him to stop. in fact, you’re craving for more.
so, you open your eyes, lidded downward into a squint as you look at him through the dimly lit room, all thanks to your tv set. steve stares back at you expectantly, maybe expecting you to pull away and return to the movie that’s just about over.
“kiss me.” it’s a soft request, one that makes your heart bang against your chest in anticipation, yet fear at the same time. this could quite possibly be the most embarrassing moment of your life if you’re rejected.
steve doesn’t waste another second, though, fully leaning into you, molding his lips over yours in haste. his kiss sucks the breath out of you truthfully, making you lunge right back into him and gripping the front of his t-shirt.
his other hand flies to your neck, angling you slightly, deepening the kiss. the movie’s long forgotten as your left hand reaches up to touch the soft locks you’ve secretly wanted to run your hands through for ages now.
you smile slightly against his lips, maybe in amusement of the surreality of the situation. never did high school you think you would’ve ever been in this sort of situation with the man in front of you.
similarly, steve’s heart is in shambles as he does everything to keep you glued to him, hands trailing down to your waist and tugging you closer to him to the point of mounting his lap.
never did he think that one of his grade’s brainiacs would be caught dead sucking faces with someone they’d probably think didn’t have any sort of future rolled out.
you’re kissing for a while, well until the credits of the movie are rolling down the screen, yet neither of you bother to so much as separate for more than a mere second.
by the time your lips are swollen and you’re gasping for breath, his head is squished onto the sofa cushion, you eagerly on top of him as his hands grasp at your hips, occasionally brushing along your back.
“shit, what time is it?” you mumble, voice a little hoarse, as you sit up above him.
steve doesn’t care about the time really, only leaning his body upward to chase your lips once more. he kisses you beside your lips, pecking lightly against your jaw and you laugh, shifting slightly when he kisses a sensitive spot below your ear.
“okay, no seriously, shouldn’t you be getting home before it gets too late?”
he sighs at that, head hanging solemnly in agreement, pressing against your shoulder. “yeah,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your shirt.
“i’ll see you tomorrow to return the tape,” you promise, pecking the side of his head, smiling at the smell of his shampoo. it’s a warm, fuzzy feeling that’s buzzing through you and you’re afraid it won’t ever go away.
then again, if steve’s the reason for it, you don’t think you mind.
“i’ll hold you to that,” he grumbles, still a little glum to be leaving you. “we didn’t even finish the rest of it.”
“i have a feeling we won’t ever finish a movie together,” you grin up at him as he stands from your couch, instinctually running a hand through his hair, which is in a little disarray from your doing.
“that’s a cheeky observation.”
“is it wrong?” you can’t help but ask, dopey smile on your face.
steve smiles at that, leaning down to be at eye level with you. “no.” and then he gives you a chaste kiss to your lips. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”
you quickly follow him out, bidding him a good night as he walks over to his car, and watching him drive off while leaning against the door frame, that same lovesick grin never leaving your face.
funnily enough, steve’s lovesick smile never left his face either.
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“how was movie night?” robin pipes during their next shift together.
“it was fine,” steve answers simply, hiding the blush on his cheeks from the memory of the night before.
“fine,” she deadpans. “all of that flirting for just fine? maybe you are hopeless, harrington.”
before steve can fire something back, the jingle of the storefront alerts your entry and immediately, steve whips his head around to meet your gaze with his.
you wave the tape at him, walking toward him with a smile. “hey,” you greet easily, though still feeling all the buzzing nerves you felt the night prior. you could play it cool and pretend like everything that happened last night didn’t affect you as much as it did, but given you were practically up all night squealing into your pillow and kicking your feet, you don’t think you’d be a very good actor.
“hey,” he answers softly, holding out his hand. “what movie do you want today?”
“very funny,” you scowl playfully as you hand it over. “just returning this one.”
“just returning?” steve asks, playful lilt to his voice, making you squeeze your eyes shut. how you’ll ever act the same around steve will be an ongoing difficulty.
“yes, and i think I scrounged up enough change to pay for it-“
“i think i have better payment,” he says thoughtfully making your eyebrows raise in curiosity.
“oh?”
steve simply pokes his cheek a few times, turning one side toward you. you can’t help but roll your eyes in amusement at his brazenness.
“you’re really something, ain’t ya?” but you indulge him anyway, leaning over to peck his cheek sweetly, only to pull away with a slightly flustered expression from the pda. and then steve turns his cheek the other way.
“one more.”
“you’re impossible,” you huff with a laugh but lean in anyway, only to squeak when steve turns his cheek at the last second, connecting his lips with yours.
“i think you like it,” he whispers when you’re centimeters apart, grinning at the deep flush on your face.
you step back from the counter, covering your face with your hands bashfully. when you feel cool enough to face him again, you give him an awkward, albeit endearing all the same to steve, smile and shoot him some finger guns.
“i’ll see you around, harrington.”
“see you soon, sweetheart.”
and then you’re rushing out, most likely to run home and scream into your pillow once more.
steve can’t help the smile on his face as he checks the tape back into the system, only pausing when he feels a stare straight at his temple. he looks up to face robin’s accusatory, yet amused, expression.
“your night was just fine, hm?”
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eufezco · 2 years
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i’d love a billy hargrove x reader (this is pretty heavy so i completely understand if it’s not for you!) where reader and billy are at a party together and whilst she’s there someone puts something in her drink and she starts feeling all funny, luckily billy finds her before anything bad happens and instantly realises what’s wrong with her and he’s so mad at whoever did it but at the same time he’s so scared because his girl is literally almost unresponsive in his arms. fluffy ending??
"Wow, wow... where's Wheeler? I thought you were dancing with her." Billy asked when he finally found you, leaning on a wall and with your cup on one hand and a silly smile on your face. You hummed to his question. Your hand grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled him to you. Billy's body trapped you, the smell of alcohol coming out of your mouth going directly into Billy's nostrils. He crunched his nose. "How much have you drunk?" You pouted, you didn't drink that much yet you never remembered feeling like this. Your free hand caressed his hot chest, sneaking into his half unbottoned shirt. His eyes followed every movement your hand made, your lower lip between your teeth. "What the fuck are you drinking?" Billy snatched your glass from your hands, moving the liquid in it and noticing how the ice cubes were sinking. "Is this your drink?" You stumbled on your feet, you barely heard what Billy just asked you. Your vision was dizzy and all the noises of the party were mixing in your ears, louder than ever. "Y/n, have you drink from this?" Billy asked you louder this time, squeezing both of your cheeks with one of his hands to make you look at him. You gently nodded, feeling your head heavy as it went up and down. Your boyfriend angrily let your glass onto the nearest surface, both of his hands quickly moving to your cheeks again to look into your eyes. Your pupils were big, the color of your eyes almost disappearing at its all. Your cheeks were so warm under his touch. "We're leaving." Billy held your hand and began to walk to the door of the house.
"Can't move–" Your eyes filled with tears as you unsuccessfully tried to move your feet. They felt heavy, them just being capable of holding yourself upright. Your arms and legs tickled, but it wasn't a nice sensation like when Billy did it to you, it was like your whole body was tricking you when you needed it the most. "Billy, can't move–" You babbled, Billy turned to you, his jaw visibly clenching. Billy wanted to stop the party, he wanted to find whoever made this to you and make them pay. "I've got you, don't worry." One of his hands moved around your waist, Billy hugged your body against his, helping you to walk to the front door. He could feel rage going up and down his body, but now he had to focus on you. Hot tears were rolling down your cheeks, your hands shaking in fear as Billy held you stronger and closer than ever. The people were still singing and dancing around you as you both made your way to the front door, Billy thought about how whoever did this to you was there, having fun while your body was half paralyzed. He had to take several deep breaths to not beat the shit out of some random asshole just so someone could pay for what you were going through. When you got out of the house, the fresh air of the night felt like the best thing that could've happened to you at that moment. You thanked your lungs were working correctly, you gasped for air. Billy gave you a few seconds to catch some fresh air as he looked back at all the people inside the house and thought about what could have happened to you if he hadn't found you.
"Do you think you can make it to the car?" You nodded. Billy's hand never left your waist until you got to his car. He helped you to sit on the passenger seat, Billy brushed your cheek to check your temperature and to wipe your tears. "I know you feel like shit, baby, but you're safe with me, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you." He kissed your forehead. Even though your body temperature seemed to have stabilized, he needed to take you to the hospital. Billy got into his car too. He checked up on you during the whole drive, asking you how you were feeling or just getting you to talk to him to verify that you were conscious, rolling down the car windows, and kissing your knuckles, comforting you.
He parked outside the hospital's emergency room, two doctors approached the car and Billy quickly told them that you need a wheelchair. "Billy..." You hummed when you felt his hands helping you to get out of the car.
"You're going to be okay, baby."
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devilfic · 2 years
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❝love languages❞
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pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader. cw: brief mention of drug use. words: 1.2k.
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I think eddie has three love languages: gift giving/receiving, quality time, and physical touch
as eddie is someone who didn’t grow up with a lot, he and his uncle often had to make do with what they had. whether it meant packing school lunches with what little was left in the fridge or sewing up the holes in eddie’s jacket with scraps from old bed sheets, eddie grew up understanding the value of doing what you can for another person out of love
which makes eddie an excellent gift-giver
eddie almost always has something to give you whenever he sees you
on your very first anniversary, eddie thrifted some fancy spoons and turned the handles into matching rings for you both, presenting yours to you at lover’s lake with a flourishing bow. he wears his damn near everywhere, he never takes it off
he also insisted on making each other’s lunches for valentine’s day and came to school with a PB&J cut (very badly) into the shape of a heart
he’s so surprisingly romantic that the hellfire club can’t even make fun of him for being so smitten with you. it’s just too cute ;-;
(and mike absolutely takes notes for el)
actually, dustin isn’t above teasing him. eddie may flay him on the track field for everyone to see but it’s worth it for the bit
eddie is also a FIRM believer in matching clothes
you bet your ass he’ll show up to school with a fresh new jean jacket under his arm for you
“I’ll even help you spruce it up! could put your favorite band on here, or rainbows and ponies, whatever the hell you want”
and he loves seeing you in it. he feels this insane pride when, even on a hot day, you’ve got it tied around your waist because you just wanna show off the cool jacket your boyfriend got you
eddie, in return, doesn’t want anything fancy
as I said before, he’s used to making do with what he has, but he always appreciates when you do go out of your way to get him something
even if you pick some flowers off the side of the road and present it to him at the door to his trailer on movie night, he’ll act like you’ve just given him a dozen red roses and keep them in a vase on his window sill until they start to die
and even then he’ll just dry them out and put them back in the vase afkdjfsdf
also pls give him new patches for his jacket
literally every single thing you’ve given him is displayed somewhere in his room or kept in a shoebox in his closet for safekeeping
he never wants to lose a thing. he’s 100% the type to keep things from his loved ones for as long as possible
also.... if ur into it.... I think he’d really like to get matching piercings with you
it would be a spur of the moment kinda thing? and probably something small in case you might get in trouble
you hold each other’s hands when you get them done and he’s got the biggest smile on his face when you’re all done
even if you don’t end up getting a piercing, he’ll really appreciate you being there. he’ll even pretend the piercing really hurts (it’s like his fifth one) so you’ll comfort him with kisses afterwards
speaking of which,, eddie is such a sucker for physical comfort
eddie is a big fan of casual touch so it shouldn’t be a surprise
before you start dating, eddie would grab you by the shoulders or tackle you in the hallway on the way to class
you get very used to feeling his hands on you whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity
if you had an issue with this, he’d of course back off because he’s a Gentleman, but if you’re fine with it, he’s just all over you all the time
it’s kind of what gives it away that he has feelings for you before he confesses
as those feelings deepen, the touches become a lot less casual
instead of jerking you around by the shoulders, he squeezes them gently between his big hands, sometimes bold enough to let his fingers graze your collarbone just to see you shiver
he’d come in for big hugs and tuck his face into your neck, mouth SUSPICIOUSLY close to the skin there
(the closer and more comfortable you are, the more likely he is to plant a sneaky little kiss there. so faint, you spend the rest of the day in a daze wondering if it actually happened)
he comes up behind you very often and the heat of him at your back as he taunts you in a low voice damn near sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head-
I’m getting carried away
now, these gestures are easy for him because they’re often not openly sensual. you could pass it off as him just playing around, trying to tease you
but when you’re dating and he’s off the deep end? even the slightest touch can have him melting
you’re sitting behind him on his mattress while he plays guitar and you start braiding his hair? skdjfasfkjfsf
you wipe his face clean after getting messy cooking in his kitchen? AKSFJAKSJFfh
you’re goofing around and blow some smoke into his mouth in lieu of a kiss? just like. kill him already
he’s sos daksjfkafsfaddfadgsd\
AHHHHHHH
god,,, you turn him into the biggest simp
you’re the morticia to his gomez, he fucking worships you
and finally, he loves spending time with you
he absolutely ropes you into the hellfire club, and whether you play or just like to watch, he’s always looking over his dm screen to steal glimpses of you
he’s especially elated if you’re following along with the story every week if you’re not playing
and if you are playing, he tries very hard not to give you extra special treatment because the boys would tear him limb from limb
he loves playing guitar for you as well
because you come over so often, he often plays you songs that his band is working on and love songs that he’s had on repeat since he first met you
he gets a little twitchy and nervous when you watch him so intently but the way your eyes light up during his performance is like. he could die right then and there and have no regrets other than not getting to spend the rest of his life with you
when he gets really riled up over jason being a dickhead, you’ll take him into the woods behind school where he’ll vent and then scream it out together with you until you’re both laughing and spent
and every single time, no matter what, he’s so thankful that you gave him a chance
he just loves you a lot. you make the shitty parts of life feel less shitty
you know that quote from everything, everywhere, all at once? the one that’s like “in another life, I would’ve really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”? eddie feels that way for you
even if everything else sucks, he really does believe having you to come back to would make it all worth it
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dilf-whore · 2 years
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Hi!!
Can I please request a fic of Eddie x Female reader where she’s pretty flirtatious but he never took it seriously because he thought she act like this around her friends too, until someone else from the hellfire club wants to ask her out and he realized that they probably both have a crush on each other
Thank you so much🥺
stupid hottie
pairing: eddie munson x f!reader
genre: friends to lovers!, jealous!eddie, fluff
summary: guess jealousy’s the answer for you and eddie’s situation
A/N: sorry it took me so long to post this and if it’s short😭 i hope you like it though. let me know what you think! and i hope it’s alright if i made a minor change to it. alsooo send in your requests or some messages lol i’d love to make new friends or have some short convos with you guys. ❤️
requested: yes
requests are OPEN
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You dust off Eddie’s jacket and fix his hair, “Sweetie, be careful next time don’t want to damage that handsome face of yours” you smile.
Eddie just slipped over god knows what as he made his way towards the table to start his campaign. You rush towards him and help him up. After muttering a small ‘thank you’ to you, you give him a wink and grab his arm and go to your seats. The long-haired metalhead was once again, feeling butterflies in his stomach. 
Eddie hated how flirty you were, how you call him cute nicknames, how you always leave him with a tint of red on his cheeks, and how much you make his heart flutter. He liked you since day one, when he saw you walking through the hallways like a lost puppy; oh how much he got nervous when you approached him to ask where Math class was. And from there, you both became friends and he introduced you to Hellfire Club.
Dustin was the first one to notice Eddie’s crush on you, the way he looks at you and how he unconsciously smile when you talk. He always bug him and urge him to ask you out, saying how you obviously feel the same but to no avail, Eddie always tell him that you don’t and that you act the same to everyone. 
Eddie feels a light tap on his shoulder, he takes a look at the fingers on his shoulder and immediately recognized who’s delicate hand it was. He moves his head and lean towards you “Uhm Eddie, I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick”. He nods his head in response and moves his chair away to give you some space to stand up.
The rest of them watches you as you make your way out to the bathroom, as soon as you were out of their sight, Gareth speaks up, “I’m gonna ask her out”. Eddie immediately shots his head up and stare at Gareth, his jaw suddenly tightens - a weird tense and raging feeling goes through his body. Dustin looks at his friend in front of him, giving him a small kick under the table. Eddie turns his attention to the boy and Dustin mouths “You better do something, asap”. 
Eddie looks down, his mind going feral, his thoughts running everywhere, he clenches his fist and lets out an annoyed sigh. 
Not long after, you go back to the room and Eddie’s body relaxes - but his mind’s still a total mess.
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The campaign finishes and everyone left the room, leaving you, Eddie, and Dustin behind with the cleaning. Dustin suddenly grabs his bag and rushes to the door, “I’m so sorry guys, I-I remember my mom asked me to do something, uhm y-yeah” he waves you both goodbye. You wave back and continue cleaning, Eddie glares at Dustin, “now’s your chance” the boy whisper-shouts. 
You notice Eddie staring at the door, not moving an inch, “Baby can you -”
“Don’t go out with Gareth” he cuts you off.
You put down the small box of figures on the table beside you, “what?”
“That loser was planning to ask you out, so, say no”
You smirk at his statement, crossing your arms, “and why should I say no?
“I mean if you want to then go, not like I care” his eyes wandering somewhere else.
“Okay, then I will. He is cute” you tease.
He looks back at you surprised, “for real?”
You smile at his reaction. You wrap you arms around his waist and pull him closer to you, “seems like someone is jealous” you say as you tilt your head. 
“M-me? fuck no, why would I?” he stutters, shaking his head aggressively. 
“I don’t know” you shrug playfully.
Already impatient, you pull him closer and lightly smack his forehead, “god you’re so fucking stupid” 
“Of course, I won’t go with Gareth. I want to go out with you” you confess. “Don’t you see? I always flirt with you and practically give my whole attention to you, and I can’t believe you still didn't take the hint” you add, a slight hint of frustration in your voice.
You move you hands up to his collar and pull him into a kiss. You couldn't take it any longer, you knew he felt the same, you just waited for him to make the first move but he’s just so oblivious to do so. Eddie melts into the kiss and cups your face with both hands, you pull away first - leaving him wanting for more.
“Now, aren’t you gonna tell me something?” you smile.
“Y/N, will you be my gorgeous girlfriend?” he asks, looking into your eyes with admiration and happiness. 
“I will be honored to be this stupid hottie’s girlfriend” you reply.
“Now come on, give your jealous boyfriend another kiss to make him feel better” he pouts.
You laugh and give in, you press your lips against his - this time more delicate and less rushed. 
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huboi · 11 months
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cuddles
character(s) — bat eddie munson and werewolf steve harrington (polyamory)
fandom — stranger things
gn reader
summary — you and your supernatural boyfriends cuddle on the couch whilst watching a movie
tw/cw — food mention, lmk if there are any more!
an — I’m just so soft for bat eddie and wolf steve, like the idea in general is just too adorable
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it was a normal, well, normal for you guys’, Saturday night. cuddling whilst watching a random horror movie that steve managed to get his hands on from family video. it’s been a tough week for all three of you, so what better way to relax than watching a horror movie whilst snuggled with your supernatural boyfriends?
eddie in his bat form, snuggled on your chest, and steve, in his wolf form, snuggled against your thighs. you heard a chirp come from eddie, looking down you saw him giving you the best puppy dogesque eyes he could in his bat form. you knew he was asking for more fruit, even though he’s already had 3 bowls worth.
sighing, you got up from the couch, steve whining in the sudden loss of warmth. you got a small bowl from the cabinet and filled it with blueberries, cut pieces of banana, and cut strawberries. “there, you happy now, you little pain in the neck?” you asked, eddie chirping in affirmation.
you picked up the bowl and shuffled back into the living room, where steve was laying, you noticed he seemed annoyed. sighing internally, you placed the bowl of fruit onto the table for eddie, watching as he flew onto the table and stuffed his face into the bowl.
“I’m sorry stevie, eddie was hungry so I didn’t have much choice” you explained, sitting down next to him and scratching him behind the ears, where you knew he’s sensitive. steves’ mood seemed to lighten up, his tail thumping against the couch.
eventually you ended up falling fast asleep, without meaning to. eddie and steve both turned back into their human forms and carried you to bed, bride style. the night ended with steve snuggling against you and falling asleep whilst eddie just kinda snuggled you and closed his eyes <3
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I just NEED a s5 scene where Jancy is talking about how dumb Mike and Will are being and how they could resolve their problems if they just talked, and then another scene where Byler is talking about how dumb Nancy and Jonathan are being and how they could resolve their problems if they just talked, none of them realizing that the things they're calling out could also apply to themselves
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sykokittyy · 2 years
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rebel yell | b.h. ☆
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pairing: ghostface!billy hargrove x fem!plus-size!reader
@tw-inkl-e-tit-s request: Heyy! I was wondering if you could do an Ghost face!Billy Hargrove x plus size!reader like it's all over the News that theirs a killer on the loose in Hawkins but reader knows it's her boyfriend billy and he comes home early and she gets turned on by all the blood on his mask and ask him him to keep it on while he fucks her and when their done Billy grabs a Polaroid Camara and says something like " smile for the Camara doll" but readers to fucked out to smile.
warnings: smut (minors dni <3), blood kink, knife kink, oral (male receiving), missionary, back shots, praising, dom!billy, dacryphilia, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys ), hair pulling.
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tonight was halloween and you were just relaxing in the house. you decided to take a little break from halloween parties this year. growing tired of being around people for the day, you decided to just take the day to yourself.
you optimized on just eating candy, and watching slasher movies, you know, nightmare on elm street, carrie, the exorcist, etc. you had a thing for scary movies, you just always found comfort in them.
you loved the blood, the gore, the screams of agony. it brings an orgasm of chills to your spine when you see blood splattered from a body temple. you couldn't explain it, you just knew it brings a wave of excitement through your bloodstream.
you grew bored of the Halloween movie you were watching. you reached over and grabbed the remote with your bowl of popcorn before proceeding to flick through the channels on your tv. as you were clicking, you came across the hawkins new channel, instantly attracting your attention.
“good evening hawkins, indiana, and happy halloween. today, great citizens of hawkins; we have very urgent news. today, we were informed by the hawkins police department that we have a homicide killer on the loose and running through the so-they-say, “cursed community” of hawkins, indiana” you quickly turned up the volume with the remote.
“we were also well-notified that there has been a total of eight bodies found throughout the city of hawkins. we have confirmed that one of the bodies we're one of hawkins high school's most athletic basketball players, identified as jason carver.” you quickly stood up and jumped around your living room in satisfaction.
“yes, yes, yes! right on the fucking money baby, woohoo!” you cheered.
now some may look at you as if you're a psycho and ask “why are you happy about this?” eight people had been murdered and one of them you knew personally from school. jason was a fucking waste of life, and his mother should’ve swallowed him before he could exist. and see—what hawkins failed to realize is that the killer is walking amongst them like a wolf in sheep's clothing. and the unknown secret you held to yourself was that you knew who the killer was. your boyfriend, billy hargrove.
almost everyone knew that the californian pretty boy, dream boat is bold, outspoken, and reckless. and while most people disliked the way he presented himself to others, you altogether loved him for who he was. everything about him spoke volumes to your body, mind, and soul.
you had met billy at tina’s house party for hawkins high. you were known for being one of the most confident plus-size girls at hawkins high. you wore what you wanted and looked ravishing while doing it, and of course, people were intimidated by that because they thought that just because you were plump that you had to cower down to their expectations. boy were they fucking wrong.
you were straightforward that you could do what the fuck you wanted to do, some understood and some just still wanted to give you their unwanted opinion about how you should or shouldn't act. but they still failed to acknowledge that you just didn't want to be tamed. you wanted to make your own decisions.
and this is what billy liked— no fuck that—loved about you. you were a sexy vixen; a young woman that knows what she wants. you looked like a walking sex symbol with the clothes you wore and how you carried yourself. you wore black, red, and latex. you always made sure that you showed enough cleavage to make the young men and ladies sweat, and you knew that you left an impact in a crowded room. your hair was always so perfect (considering it also took you an hour to do to make it immaculate) and you smelled like strawberries and desire. you were everything he wanted, and he got you.
now more people may or may not ask “why are you letting this outrageous behavior go on?” or “why am i not trying to prevent billy from killing innocent people” it's because hawkins is a shit show anyways. you and billy both hated this town, so why not make do with what you both thought is fun? and that was causing chaos through the little town of hawkins. everyone has to die somehow, right?
you and billy both loved seeing people lose their minds when something chaotic happened. the aroma of fear fuelled something within the both of you, but it didn't make either of you feel frightened. it made your bodies fill with adrenaline and excitement. the thought of murder to billy, made him think that it was a fun sport for him. it just involved a lot of blood, and satisfaction for him. that's why he did the killing while you helped him later when he’d get home and fuck him pussy-drunk.
you went on watching the news. “the killer that’s fleeing around hawkins is going by the name of “ghost face”, the news reporter implied. “- he stalks the residence of his prey throughout the night, and gives them a phone call by asking ‘what's their favorite horror film’ before he attacks them after they try to escape”, you couldn't help but grow more excited as the news reporter continues with the erotic information.
“it is proved that “ghost face” is an unidentifiable mask killer that seizes on the community of hawkins, and that every murder that he had committed had involved these eight victims. after he mutilates their corpses, he takes a disturbing polaroid picture with them and leaves a disturbing quote saying ‘be careful, you may be next’”, you had to give it to billy, he sure did know how to keep the people on their toes.
earlier today, you decided that since it was halloween and your boyfriend, billy, was out “handling business”, you decided to spice things up for him for when he came back home. you were wearing a maroon, lingerie set that showed your plump belly and thick luscious thighs littered with gorgeous stretch marks.
you made sure that you did light make-up considering that it was going to be ruined anyway, but you made sure to wear your blood-red lipstick. it made you look even more ravishing and beautiful.
you decided to change the channel to nightmare on elm street; growing tired of the news and their dramatic reactions. as you continued watching the gore scenes of blood shedding and screaming, you heard the tapping at your backdoor. you knew it was billy because he only used the backdoor when he went on his slaying sprees during the evening, but usually, he wouldn't come home this early.
you quickly scurried to open the door, beginning to feel a jittery feeling in your spine. when you opened the door you had an eager smile plastered on your face, but it quickly turned to a look of confusion when you noticed that no one was there.
“the hell s’going on?” you mutter to yourself as you looked around your backyard; seeing no trace of anyone there. you were about to step inside your house when you saw a note placed on your door. you snatched the taped note off the wall and as your eyes scrambled to read the note relaying “tag, you're it doll” written in black ink. you noticed that it had a few droplets of blood sprinkled across the note.
“haha, very fucking funny, you coward!” you yelled towards the dark space of your backyard. you swiftly backed into your house in annoyance and slammed the door. as you went to turn back around; at the speed of light, you were roughly approached from behind by a tall muscular figure that had held you by your neck with a bloody knife threatening to slice you.
“coward huh? tell me y/n, you're wearing lingerie for a coward?” you immediately knew the voice that was coming from behind you.
“billy?” you scurry from his hold as he began to chuckle. “you fucking dick head!” you slightly yelled before hitting him in his arm. “you scared the shit outta me!” you held your chest as you try to catch your breath.
“aww c’mon, i thought you loved a good scare sweet cheeks?” he slowly began to walk towards you as you stand by the kitchen counter. as he came towards you; you couldn't help but take in his appearance. you gaped at his muscular form in his cloak and ghost face mask. you began to feel a ball of heat in your lower gut, as excitement build the closer he approached you.
“i like it when I expect it, y’damn near gave me a fucking heart attack billy,” you looked up towards him as he looked down towards you through the mask. you examined his face as you began to notice the blood that was spattered on the white part of the mask making you feel a small pool of wetness in your core.
he slowly took the bloody knife and held it up under your chin; making you hold intense eye contact between one another. he gradually moved towards your ear; still holding the knife against your skin and you could feel and hear his hot breath inhale and exhale through the mask.
“billy s’not here sweetheart, you're talking to ghost face now,” he pressed the knife a little more into your skin, earning a small whimper from you. “now tell me doll, what’s your favorite scary movie?” even through the mask billy always could see through you with those piercing blue eyes.
you stared at him for a moment before processing that he had asked you a question. it's something about the way he looked at you with blood plastered all over his mask. it made you shiver in anticipation of what he could do to you. it was seconds later when you finally gave him your answer.
“i-it’s carrie. my favorite scary movie is carrie,” you stuttered before letting out a shaky breath.
“care to inform me why doll?” he began to move the bloodied knife towards your bottom lip, making you shudder. “i love details hon.” you could almost sense the taste of copper as the knife trailed your delicate skin.
“i love it b-because, of all the blood. i love seeing the blood spurt out of and onto the victims. it kinda satisfies me,” you watch as he trails the knife back down a little towards your shoulder. a little blood followed along the way.
“mhmm. billy did say that you had a thing for blood,” he trails off before swiftly sliding the knife under your bra strap and slashing it in half. “-i love how you think, doll,” you watch as takes his leather-clad finger and slides it over the blood covered knife. he takes his finger and slides the blood over your bottom lip; immediately you opened your mouth and slide his finger over your tongue. the taste of copper filled your taste buds.
he lifts you with his godly strength and sits you on the counter; mindlessly your legs spread open giving him access to your core. “i love this piece lace number you're wearing,” he faded his words as he brings his hand down to your cunt and palms it, causing to you give a needy whimper. “-too bad i’m gonna cut it off,” you don't have time to react as he quickly brings his knife behind the thin lace and cuts it before snatching it off of you.
he takes his index and middle finger before spreading open your fold; watching your arousal ooze from your mound. he groans in approval watching your cunt clench around nothing. “fuck- you’re as wet as an ocean and I barely even touched you,” he chuckles before light doing circle on your tiny bud making you gasp.
he slides his index and middle fingers into you while continuing to rub rough circles on your clit. you moan in satisfaction as he whispered hot praises into your ear, making your body tremble even more. as he kept stroking your cunt you back continued to arch into his torso. “you're such a naughty slut, y/n. letting a psycho killer stroke his fingers into your cunt,” he groans. “tell daddy you're a slut, hm? tell me you're my slut” he commands.
“i -i’m a a-slut daddy. i’m your fucking slut,” you moan feeling your cunt clenching around his fingers as he fucks them into you harder.
“you're gonna cum aren't ya’? I can feel this sweet little pussy clenching around my fingers,” he asked condescendingly as you rapidly began to nod as you rolled your hips; meeting his thrusts.
“well cum on my fingers doll, make my fingers flood with your sweet cum,” he eggs you on before you let out a loud pornographic moan and release all over his fingers. your mouth forming an “o” shape as you ride out your high and faintly hearing bulky calling you a “good girl”.
“hmm, you think you're a good whore?” he questions tilting his head. you nod giving him your most “innocent” expression. he scoffs, “we’ll see about that.” he takes a few steps back from you before he bent down to hold the cloak over his toned abdomen proceeding to unbuckle his belt. you felt yourself grow eager as he teasingly stripped for you.
you continued to watch as he proceeded to unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper before shoving his pants and boxers to the ground, hearing a faint ‘clink’ when they fall. you watched his rock-hard dick slap against his stomach, as the tip showed an angry red. your heart pounds as he slowly walks back towards you. he stands in front of you tilting his head.
“oh sweetheart, don't be frightened, it's gonna fit in your mouth...and other places,” he looks back down at your cunt before looking back up at you. he snatched the ripped bra off you and throws it across the room; beginning to be long forgotten. “get on your knees slut.”
you quickly jumped down from the counter and did as he said looking at his dick bobbing in your face as he moved. he forcefully grabbed your jaw; making it open before shoving his dick in your mouth reaching with a low moan. he loves how warm your mouth feels. “attagirl, suck it like blood sickle, mph,” he grips you hair continuing his rough stroke into your mouth.
he pulled out lightly smacking your check and thrust right back into you mouth as he proceeded to moan in ecstasy. his moans made clit throb, and one thing about billy, he was never afraid to be vocal.
“god- i love this filthy mouth of yours-fuck,” he gave you one rough stroke before you felt his blond pubes up against your face. “ahh that's it, that a good slut,” he praises before you feel hit spurts of cum filled your hoarse throat. you didn't hesitate to swallow all of his milky load.
he grunts before he snatches you up and places you back on top of the counter. you lay on your back as he manhandles your legs open. “i’m gonna warn you y/n, this is gonna feel so much better than my fingers that you'll scream baby,” he buffs.
“i’m counting on it,” he groans as he places himself at your entrance before roughly pushing himself inside resulting in you releasing a lewd moan. the stinging stretch hurt you but it also brought great pleasure. you whimpered at the friction between your walls.
“oh my fucking god, y/n” billy gasps continue to pound into you. “-this wet cunt is to fucking kill for -fuck,” he presses his body into yours giving you short hard thrusts making you yelp at each stroke. you wrapped your hands around his back you could but scratch him as you felt like his dick was touching your heart.
all you could feel was heat and pleasure building up all over your body as he fucked you dumb. all you could do was call out his name and moan “yes, yes, yes” as he hit that spongy spot deep in your core. you couldn't help but spread your legs even more wider so he could fuck you until you passed out.
you were a moaning mess before he abruptly pulled out of you, and roughly put you on your hands and knees. your back arched off the counter before your head was forcefully pushed down into submission. he hastily pushed back into you and pounded you so quick you thought you had whiplash. “yes, yes! ah -fuck- yes,” was all you whimper and moan out as he pumped deeply into you.
as he was plumbing you from behind reached forward and gripped your hair, using it as leverage while forcing every inch into your stretched cunt. he slapped your ass once, twice, three, four times before he put his whole weight on your back. making sure he had you pinned under him. giving you slow, rough, deep strokes into your throbbing pussy.
“you love it when i fuck you like i own you? huh? c’mon baby, i know there's more words left in that precious brain of yours,” he insists. i mean how could you give him a fluent response when he is fucking you so good. you feel like you're becoming a fiend for him.
“yes daddy, you're the only one that fucks me this good,” it was then when you felt that hot aching feeling in your gut. you knew you were going to cum in a matter of seconds. “daddy i’m gonna cum -please, can i cum?” you pant against the counter. he brings his hand around you front and reaches down towards your swelling bud. you couldn't help but squirm under him as the feeling of you needing to come came crashing down on you.
he leans down towards your ear as you get his hot breath panting against your ear through the mask. “cum, slut,” at that moment you felt a weight off your shoulder as you clenched around him and released all over his dick. you moaned as you feel like you were in heaven.
“that's it -fuck- baby, milk my cock just like that,” he praised as you shook under him. he continued to pound into you as your began to feel overstimulated and soon you felt the warmth of his cum fill in your gummy walls as he grunted incoherent words. he reaches over to grab an object that you didn't pay attention to until he places the front of a camera in front of your face.
he made sure the camera faced you and him as he stood over you making sure the camera gets his blood-covered mask. “smile for the camera, doll,” the camera flashed before the picture slid out making you flinch a little.
he stayed there for a few seconds before he caught his breath and pulled his softened dick from your pussy, making you wince. he stared at your fucked out pussy as a mixture of yours and his cum dripping from your hole. he took his index finger and began stuffing it back into you making you wince from being sensitive, before landing a hard smack to your ass causing you to look back at his.
he shrugs at you before pulling up his trousers, and sliding off the mask. he walks by you and place a wet kiss on your cheek, and giving you a charming wink.
“happy halloween doll-face”
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a/n: i hope y'all enjoyed this! this took me a week to do, but im not complaining because it was very much worth it. make you guys like, comment, and reblog. i love you guys, bye <3 💋
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qtssvnwoo · 2 years
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Embrace- Mike Wheeler
warnings- Like one suggestive comment by Mike, rushed because I’m tired, otherwise fluff
word count: 787
a/n: The ending is rushed cause I started writing this days ago and now I’m tired and wanted to finish it for you guys.So, if there’s spelling mistakes just deal with me. Also, y/n/n means your nickname if you didn’t know 
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   The pitter-patter of the rain kept you awake. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about…nothing. Nothing plagued your mind as you lay awake in the silence of the night. You didn’t know why, but the silence didn't comfort you as much as it had in the past.  
   You sighed as you turned over on your side, scanning your room for something to do. Your eyes landed on a picture of you and your boyfriend, happily holding hands and smiling while he kissed your cheek. Smiling to yourself, you turned back over onto your back. You thought for a few minutes before finally deciding to try and call your boyfriend, even if he was sleeping.    
   Reaching over to the phone that rested on your nightstand, you pressed the numbers that were attached to your boyfriend's phone. You waited while hearing the ringing, concluding that he probably wasn't going to answer. You defiantly almost put the phone back onto the nightstand before you heard a soft “Hello?” on the other side.   
   “Mike!” You said excitedly as you placed the phone back against your ear.  
   “Y/n? Why are you up so late?” Mike asked. There wasn’t one hint of weariness in his voice, he sounded fully awake, which puzzled you.   
  “Why are YOU awake Mike? Don’t you go to bed at nine?” You teased, hearing him chuckle from across the phone. 
   “Not tonight, I took a nap when I got home early so I’m wide awake.” You fiddled with the string of the sweatshirt you were wearing as you wracked your brain for something to say, or at least to talk about.    
  “Did you have a nightmare again love?” Mike asked, concern lacing his voice. You laughed to yourself at your boyfriend's concern for you, you found it quite cute.  
   “No, I just can’t sleep.” You heard your boyfriend shuffling on the other end of the phone.  
  “Hold on, I'm coming over.”  
   “Wait Mike do-” Before you could protest he hung up. Sighing you placed the phone back on the nightstand and continued your previous activities of listening to the rain dancing softly on your roof.   
   Before you knew it, you heard a soft tapping on your window, thinking it was just a tree branch, but you ignored it. The tapping becomes harder, making you angrily glare at the window. You saw your boyfriend's wet frame smiling softly outside your window while waving at you.  You got yourself out of bed and made your way over to your window unlocking it and lifting it to get a good look at your boyfriend.   
   “I was going to tell you not to come.” Mike laughed and climbed into your room, shaking his head as a way to dry his hair.  
   “Mike!”   
  “What? I’m wet!” You laughed, kissing his cheek and leading him over to your dresser.  
  “I should have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere around here…OH here!” You handed him a pair of gray sweatpants that you had convicted from his closet the last time you had been at his house. He looked at you while smirking.  
  “Did you steal my sweatpants?” Smacking his arm, you threw the sweatpants at him and pointed at your door.   
 “You know where the bathroom is.”     
  “I could just change in here though? The bathroom’s so far away.” He playfully winked at you, taking a step towards you so you were face to face. His lanky frame towered over you, you knew what he was doing but you just sighed and turned your back towards him, making your way over to the bed in the center of your room.  
  After a couple of seconds, you felt the bed weight dip as you looked over to the side and saw your boyfriend smiling at you. He reached out an arm, as a way to prompt you into his arms, which you gladly excepted, shifting yourself over so you were comfortably inside his embrace.   
  “You tired yet love?”  
  “I would be if you didn’t talk so much.” You joked, causing your boyfriend to act as if you had just shot him, pulling a hand to his heart,  
“Oh, my heart, you’ve wounded me.” You rolled your eyes and cuddled closer to Mike, basking in his natural body heat. 
  Mike smiled to himself while he rubbed your head, pulling you into a hug. He rested his head on top of yours and listened to the acceptance of the rain outside. Mike kissed your forehead as he felt himself grow tired, now resting his check on top of your head.   
 “Goodnight Mikey.”   
  “Goodnight Y/n/n.” And within a couple of minutes, you felt yourself drift off into sleep inside the warm and comfortable embrace of your boyfriend. 
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fitheghosty · 2 years
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okay I'm thinking of the deaf (HOH) steve harrington headcanon, and what would it be like if he just never told anyone
dustin and eddie surprise him with a little baby cat 'cause they know that his parents are never home and he gets lonely. dustin has a spare key so he just lets himself in with eddie. they go behind steve who is currently fixing up something in his house. they try to say his name to get his attention, but he doesn't respond..? so, they end up just putting the cat on the floor and it immediately walks over to steve, and starts purring and rubbing it's head against his leg. he's shocked, obviously, then looks behind him and sees dustin and eddie
they explain to him why the hell there is a cat in his house, and steve can understand them better because he's reading their lips. he also finally explains to them that he's HOH, and both of them have a big "ohhh" moment
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khaleesiofwritings · 2 years
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Have a little faith
Here goes my first fic in this new blog, ahhh I’m scared and excited. It would be nice to know what you think and I really hope you like it!☀️
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Prompt: You are on a date with Steve Harrington, but you unexpectedly find yourself stuck in the bathroom with Eddie Munson.
Fluff, mention of drugs.
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Steve was in his element. He was slaying bear pong despite being visibly drunk already and he was telling tales of his misfortunate adventures while working at the Scoops Ahoy. You never had much in common with Steve if not your friendship with Robin. In fact it was her that pushed you two to go on a date, something that the both of you found almost annoying, but pushy as she is, Robin managed to set you up on a date with him.
He was a good guy, you could tell by his eyes when he would talk about Robin, or his friends, or Nancy – which he was still extremely in love with – but you were complete opposites.
The room started to get crowded when Steve won, once again and he was ready to challenge someone else “King of bear pong” he would call himself. You almost fell when someone pushed you to get in front, just to high five Steve and at that point you had enough. You could smell the scent of young youth in the heat of a rebellious moment, which made you sneer. You tried to make your way out of that massive crowd of drunk teenagers, and when you made it you took a deep breath.
Slowly, you started to walk around that massive house, which you didn’t even know who it belonged to. There wasn’t much conversation in the car, as the gentleman that he was, Steve picked you up at yours, blasted some music and drove to the house party. He did however sing here and there, trying to make eye contact with you, but you knew that you would have laughed at his singing if you did look at him. It wasn’t exactly your ideal that I’m doing it for Robin you kept telling yourself. At some point you thought that Robin insisting so much on you and Steve going out, was simply to benefit her… Her dating life wasn’t exactly the best since Steve was always by her side.
You decided to look for a bathroom and you found one, to your surprise. The lights were on, and you locked the door behind you. The white walls in contrast to the yellow walls around the house made your eyes blink for a bit, trying to get used to the new ambience. “He is not even my type, what am I doing here…” you whispered to yourself walking to the mirror, so you could fix yourself.
“Who’s not your type?” you heard behind you, and soon after the curtain around the bathtub were moved to reveal a guy casually laying in the bathtub and looking at you.
You didn’t scream, but you could feel your heart racing against your chest “Jesus…” you whispered.
“No, just Eddie here.”
Eddie Munson, you saw him almost every day at school and you most definitely heard stories about him. “I didn’t know there was someone here already, I’ll go” you quickly said walking towards the door and once you reached to the handle to open the door… stuck. The handle wasn’t moving, you quickly looked at Eddie, your eyes wide open in surprise and almost despair.
“Yeah… about that, it’s broken. You can only open in from the outside” he said while playing with a coin in his hand. He would throw it in the air and catch it in the palm of his hand.
“And why on Earth would you let me close it?!”
“I don’t know, I thought it would be fun to move the party here” he said while looking at you, trying to hold a laugh. He seemed quite calm to be stuck in a bathroom and who knows for how long he had been in there already. You did not see the logic in that and you knew he was being sarcastic, but why wouldn’t you say anything? Regardless, you were not about to fight with the only person who seemed almost happy to entertain a conversation with you. Eddie moved his legs, and pointed at the space in the bath in front of him “Come, let’s wait for the others” he jokingly said. You crawled up inside the bath and held your legs against your chest, looking at him. “So… who’s not even your type?” he asked in a quirky tone, he seemed truly interested in that piece of information.
“Steve Harrington. I’m on a date with him” you said trying to not show your complete disdain about the whole situation.
“And now you are stuck in a bathroom with me, what a interesting twist of events”
You had to laugh at his eccentricity, he was still playing with that coin “What are you doing here? It doesn’t seem like the type of place where you would hang out”
The coin dropped in the bathtub.
An intrigued look was now placed on his face “And what type of place would I usually hang out in?” he asked you. The eye contact was almost intimidating, but he seemed at ease, playing his bottom lip with his fingers.
“I don’t know, somewhere with rock music, a bit dark and mysterious”
“So, by definition, you are calling me dark and mysterious” he said all pleased
You chuckled at his puffed chest. “If that’s what you want to hear, then sure, yeah!”
He laughed as well “Well, you don’t look like the type of person that would be here either” he said to then continue with a smirk “Especially with Steve Harrington”
You were not about to let him know the dynamics behind that so far failed date “Why were you in here anyway?”
Eddie looked at you as if the answer to that question was quite obvious, but he still went to look for something in his pocket and took out a rolled up blunt “In case someone needs my friend Mary”
And so you thought the voices about him being a junkie were true after all, but there looking at him and at his constant smile, you couldn’t help but think that it was genuine and not caused by the effect of some drugs “Any luck in selling tonight?”
“Unfortunately, you are the only person that came in here tonight. I must have chosen the wrong bathroom to set up my business” he said shaking his head, making some of his hair that was previously tucked behind his ears, cover his cheeks. He looked at you as with a sparkle in his eyes and his smile started to show again “Do you smoke?” You didn’t, but you shrugged in response and so he lit up the blunt and passed it to you. Taking the smoke in you felt as if you’re whole chest was on fire, causing you to cough which made Eddie laugh at you, but you didn’t mind it. You were starting to get used to his high-pitched laugh, finding it almost cute “And so you are not that much of a good girl, are you Y/N?”
You raised an eyebrow at his passing him the blunt to him “How do you know my name?” you said still coughing a little.
“Oh, honey. I’d be a fool not to know your name” he said with the blunt between in his lips, you could feel your cheeks turning red at the speed of a racing car and Eddie took notice, feeling proud of himself for causing such a reaction “Should be leave this party now?” he said while getting out of the bathtub.
“We are stuck, remember?” you said quickly getting out of the bathtub as well.
And so you saw him reaching to the window on top of the toilet “Have a little faith” he said looking back at you, he gave you a smile followed by a wink, and then he jumped.
You felt your heart drop again thinking he must have hurt himself or worse, but you sighed when heard him screaming out a rush of adrenaline, and then you jumped as well.
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prettybabybaby · 2 years
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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content warning: toxic relationship, gaslighting
¡ stranger things masterlist !
toxic!steve hides his plus size girlfriend.
you felt your smile drop and your throat bob as you swallow every time he introduces you as a friend. or even worse, when he claims he doesn’t know you. he’d wave you off, let go of your waist or pull his fingers from your grasp. it’s the worst when he turns his back to you, speaking to whoever stopped him like you didn’t exist.
you know he’s ashamed of you. you aren’t stupid. but you can’t help but hope that he isn’t. you let yourself believe that he’s proud to have you because of his gentle nature. he praises you, no, worships you behind closed doors, locked away in your home.
the way he touches your body is nothing short of loving. he dotes on you when no one is around, making you feel like the most important person in the world. he cares for you, feeds you, loves you in every way you know a partner should. but then you’d leave the confinement of your apartment and things would drastically change and he would become a different person.
when you try to bring it up his immediately becomes defensive, looking at you like you said something unbelievable. “baby,” he says, brows furrowed, “how could you say that? do you think that low of me?”
“no, no,” you rush, “it’s just…” he raises an expecting eyebrow. “well, when we bumped into nancy you didn’t even introduce me,” tears brimmed, “you… you dropped my hand…” you hang your head, “you acted like I wasn’t even there.”
his jaw clenches, “I don’t recall doing that.”
“but you did,” you say quietly.
you’re too weak to stand your ground, and the second his pretty brown eyes stare into yours with that glint of faux sincerity, you have no choice but to give in. “I want to keep this private,” he whispers, pushing your hair from your eyes and wiping the tears that slip from them, “you’re too important to me. you understand, don’t you?”
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eufezco · 1 year
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You were laying on his bed, him sitting on the edge of it, with no t-shirt on and just wearing his grey pajama pants. You hugged him from the back, resting your head on his shoulder as you enjoyed him being focused on the song he was playing. You listened to the sound coming out of the guitar and admired how skilled Eddie's fingers were. You planted a soft kiss on the warm skin of his shoulder when he finished.
"It sounds great. What's the song called?"
"Master of Puppets." He answered, turning his head to you and kissing your lips. You showed him a little smile and started running your fingers up and down his tummy.
"Can you play it again?" You rubbed your nose against the crook of his neck and how could he say no to you? Your fingers played with his happy trail and a shiver ran down his spine, making him have to fix his position in bed. He cleared his throat before letting his fingers strum the guitar once again as yours dangerously played with the elastic band of his pants. Eddie took a deep breath and focused on his fingers playing Metallica's song instead of focusing on yours palming him through his pajama.
Eddie couldn't help but hiss once you finally slipped your hand inside his pants and wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock, wanting to throw his guitar away and toss his head back to your shoulder and squirm and melt under your touch, but he knew that you would get no satisfaction out of that and that you would stop touching him if only you knew that he had been thinking of doing that. "Don't stop, Eddie. Keep playing." You mewled into his ear and kissed his neck, giving him goosebumps as he nodded like the obedient boy he was. Somehow his hands played the song perfectly, his lower lip between his teeth, being able to taste the blood coming out of it thanks to how hard he was trying to keep playing the song meanwhile his mind was only capable of processing how good your hand was making him feel.
You could hear him moan and curse, the sound coming out of the guitar hiding the majority of his sinful sounds but you still could feel his hot back vibrate every time he groaned and relax every time he sighed and gasped for air. "Good boy, Eddie. You're doing so good for me." He moaned after hearing your praises. It was true that he was doing great, it was like his fingers worked separately from the rest of his body which was completely lost in your touch. He finished the part of the song he was playing before coming in his pants, his thighs clenching and you softly stroking his cock as he came down from his high.
Eddie left his guitar on one side of the bed, you could see the dark patch in his crotch as he placed himself between your legs. Your back was against the wall and his face was already buried in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing, sucking, and biting in that sensitive place of yours while his hands roamed all over your body.
"You didn't miss a single chord."
"I know." He moved away from your neck just to brag about it and immediately went back to suck on the skin of your neck, making you moan and hook your legs over the swell of his ass but he furrowed his eyebrows and he had to let go of your neck again. "Wait, are you surprised?" You could tell by his voice that he was playing the victim, not really offended by your words but still wanting to tease you and you couldn't help but chuckle.
"Not at all, baby."
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devilfic · 2 years
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❝wanna see a scary movie?❞
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pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader, nancy wheeler x gn!reader, robin buckley x gn!reader, eddie munson x gn!reader, jonathan byers x gn!reader. cw: fluff, flirting, humor. words: 1.9k.
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let’s be honest, steve isn’t here to watch the movie
all he’d heard you say was “do you wanna go see a movie with me-“ and said yes before you finished talking
he’s much more focused on putting the moves on you so he goes all out: buying you all your favorite snacks, getting a slurpee with one straw so you have to share, bringing his jacket even though he doesn’t get cold so he can put it around your shoulders, pushes up the armrest between you two for “extra room”
it’s all fun and games until the first jumpscare happens and steve nearly launches the popcorn bucket into the rafters
bless his heart
he really tries to reset the mood he was making but every time he glances at the screen he just gets sucked into the story, waiting with bated breath for the next big scare
he’s wiggling all around in his seat trying to unlock some new sitting angle to best protect him from the happenings on screen which is fucking hilarious to watch
eventually the couple sitting nearby just up and moves somewhere else because he keeps squealing and whimpering when NOTHING is happening
at one point he’s just sinking into his chair with a hand covering his eyes and when you ask him if he’s okay his voice gets all high-pitched and he goes “nah nah yeah I’m good!! scary fucking movie ahahahaha you sure know how to pick ‘em!”
keeps whispering “fuck fuck fuck fuck” into your neck when the movie starts reaching its climax but he’s also peeking to see if the killer will win
by the time the movie ends he’s gotten to Zero Base with you and has also thoroughly made a fool out of himself, half in your lap and half out of his own seat
he’s blushing scarlet as you walk him out of the theater and ask him how he liked the movie, snickering behind your hand, to which steve shoves his hands in his pockets and goes “‘s alright. could’ve been scarier in my opinion”
super calls you an hour after he dropped you off at home to “talk” and definitely not to “keep him company because he thinks he sees michael myers in his closet”
it’s okay, you leave your window open for the big baby
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robin is ECSTATIC
as a movie buff herself, she is more than pumped to see this movie with you. in fact, she’s probably more pumped to see the movie period
absolute fucking menace at the concession stand
she’s making potions with the popcorn and like three different types of candy, spilling EVERYWHERE (robin you work in retail you should know better)
like steve, she also gets a drink with only one straw to share but she also insists on mixing a few different sodas to make the most unhinged concoction this underpaid teenager working the concession stand has ever seen
talks your ear off before the previews and between the previews but is silent and seated once the movie starts
well… until she starts talking again. she likes to whisper her thoughts in your ear during movies, I stand by this
if you get scared, she slings her arm around your shoulder when no one’s looking and makes jokes that’ll loosen you up
“this killer is ass. how do you miss stabbing someone in the back that badly? my grandmother has better aim and she’s got carpal tunnel”
when the movie’s over, she grabs people’s trash that they leave in their seats and complains about people making messes. she is also People but shhh 
it isn’t until you’re away from prying eyes that she slips her hand into yours and smiles into your hair, asking you what you thought of the movie
please ask her what she thinks. she will go on a ramble of horror movie facts with you
she also insists she dress up as the killer and you the final victim for halloween which you laugh about until it’s the week before halloween and she’s standing on your doorstep with your outfits in hand
definitely straddles your lap and does a makeup test with fake blood to see how it will look on the big night. she’s very tender crafting that bloody upper lip of yours.......
if no one else is home, she might even insist she chase you around and try to catch you….. for character accuracy, is all
whatever will you do when she’s got you cornered in your bed, panting and warm to the touch, her plastic knife tipping your chin up for a kiss? beg for your life, of course
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VERY similar to steve in that he is scared out of his fucking mind the entire movie, but unlike steve, he is not hubristic
eddie is 100% only going to this movie with you because he takes any chance to spend time with you regardless of what you end up doing
this man would shuck cow shit with you a field if it meant he got to kiss you in the end (preferably after washing off the cow shit)
wayne had given you the funniest look when you’d stopped by eddie’s and told him where your date would be, but it’s only when you actually get into the theater that you realize why
eddie is terrified of horror movies. I stand by this
this is also something he failed to tell you when you said you wanted to see this movie
the entire time he’s sitting there clutching the seat for dear life. you don’t think he blinks even once
if you try to share snacks with him or ask him if he’s okay, he won’t even turn his head to you to answer
man is glued to the seat like it might eject from the floor and blast him into space any minute
his leg bounces up and down in anxiety and you feel so bad for insisting you see this movie together because now he’s all wired, so you rub his knee in gentle circles and that seems to help some
eventually he stops tensing up just to hold your hand in his clammy one
by the end of the movie, eddie is jumping at nearly every sound
when you get back to the trailer, wayne just gets this smug look on his face and goes “so how’d he do?”
eddie: “I didn’t cry if that’s what you’re insinuating”
wayne: >:D
eventually wayne explains to you that when eddie was little, he couldn’t go see too many movies because he’d always get so spooked and then not sleep the whole night
he’d once caught eddie sitting in the living room with a baseball bat in hand waiting for any ne’er-do-wells to show themselves and from that point on, wayne hadn’t shown him any movies above the rating of pg-13
it’s cute though, because when you inevitably stay the night to comfort eddie, he gets to burrow his face into your chest and falls asleep like a baby
well. until wayne closes the bathroom door too loudly and eddie shoots up with a scream. never again
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nancy is not. excited
it’s nothing to do with you of course!! it’s just that between her and jonathan, she was the one taking mike and the boys out to see the newest releases or renting movies for them at sleepovers only for them to all pile into her room at the end of the night because they were so scared
she’s woken up to a room full of snoring, drooling middle school boys more times than she would have liked
so, needless to say, her track record with scary movies has been very Not fun
but this also means she’s a wall of steel when anything scary happens, trust that she is an expert in her field and will gladly pet your head if you happen to nuzzle into her neck for comfort
probably teases you like “oh, you poor thing” and presses a discreet kiss to your forehead while you’re cowering from the killer
even if you’re not scared, you’re gonna pretend today
if you get too scared, she’ll drag you out of the showing by the hand and the two of you will hang out in the lobby of the theater just talking. she’ll offer to buy you your favorite snack and then scoot close to you to share. she doesn’t have to be practically sitting in your lap to share but.... who are you to complain....
nancy also gets the CUTEST smug look on her face if you insist you’re not scared and then spend the entire movie jumping and shrieking next to her
she’ll tickle the back of your neck with her fingers and laugh when you bounce away from her, warm in the cheeks
she tries not to be a tease but let’s face it. you’re so cute when you’re nervous
eventually she uses your jumpiness to her advantage and invites you to stay the night at hers, sneaking you up to her room where she promises she’ll watch over you in case any scary monsters try to whisk you away in the night
you’re far sweeter to wake up to, after all
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jonathan goes ALL OUT
you can’t tell me this guy doesn’t turn it into a big event
he’s used to sneaking will into scary movies and it became their thing, so expect will trying to tag along with the two of you when he finds out what you’re seeing
you don’t mind of course. especially if it’s a sequel and will insists you all dress up for it
the three of you pick your favorite characters from the movie and joyce is immediately taking pictures of you guys in silly poses
will is still kind enough to give you guys space at the actual movie though. he probably gets dustin max and lucas to meet him there and they sit up in the front row while you and jonathan sit in the back together
mike wasn’t available for el related reasons
you and jonathan spend the entire movie either calling bullshit on recycled plot twists or nudging each other over cameos from old characters
#annoyingnerdcouple
eventually, when the movie starts to drag, jonathan scoots a little closer and asks “is it cold in here or is it just me?”
you glance down at his tattered, fake bloody shirt and snicker “might just be you, champ”
but it’s very obvious what he’s asking, so you push up the armrest between you two and cuddle into his chest, smiling when you feel his nervous hand settle on your hip to pull you closer
after the movie, jonathan doesn’t remove that hand
even when the six of you are squeezing into jonathan’s car and gushing over the movie, jonathan doesn’t release you until he has to slip into the driver’s seat
and even then, he holds out his hand on the console between you two and holds yours the entire way back to everyone’s houses
finally, you’re the last stop
jonathan leaves will in the car to walk you up to your front door
“you better hurry up and get back to will before he accuses me of stealing you from him”
jonathan laughs, “are you kidding? when he gets his driver’s license he’s just gonna ditch me for his friends. he can wait”
you mumble a “oh yeah?” and lean in, brushing your lips over his with the promise of a kiss. jonathan swallows hard around the lump in his throat
just as you’re about to press a kiss to his lips, you press one instead to his cheek, giggling at his shocked expression “let’s not give will too much to tease you over, hm?”
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taglist: @yikes-buddy​
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dilf-whore · 2 years
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Hey there, I’ve literally never done a request before so here I go!
Just- reader coming home from a night out with friends to billy passed out on their bed, who basically broke into their room and fell asleep waiting for them?
I’m going feral for billy I’m sorry 😞
- Sincerely, 🐁
needy boy
pairing: billy hargrove x gn!reader
genre: established relationship ,fluff
summary: billy the bad boy hargrove becomes all soft and needy
A/N: this is so cute! sorry it took a while for me to finish this anddd if it’s short, but anyways i hope you enjoy this. feedbacks are always appreciated! send in requests if you have or just talk to me if you guys feel like it ❤️‍🔥
requested: yes
requests are OPEN
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Your friend, Adeline invited you over her house and have a game night with your friend group. It’s finally midnight and you all decided to finish and head home, you hug them goodbye and head to your car. Opening your windows, you let the cozy cold wind enter your car as you hit the road with some soft music playing in the stereo.
After a good 20 minutes, you finally arrive at your home. You notice a familiar blue shiny car at the front; looking up to your bedroom, you see that your window’s open and the light’s on, i hope he’s not drunk and puked everywhere you thought. You park your car beside the Camaro and walk to the front door, your keys jangling as you unlock the door. You untie your shoes and take them off, then you jog upstairs to your room; you grab the doorknob and turn it softly. 
You let out a big exhale, expecting a messy bedroom but instead, you were greeted by your boyfriend snoring quietly with an arm wrapped around one of your pillows. You smile at the view and approach him for a better look. You admire his features, how his thick long eyelashes perfectly adorned his face, his strong yet comforting scent, the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes. You come closer and place a soft kiss on his cheek, making him turn around and wake up. 
His eyes twinkle and smirk forms on his lips as soon as he sees you. “Hi Y/N, I was waiting for you”
“Sorry baby, charades got competitive” you reply. Billy lets out a soft giggle causing you to do the same, “It’s okay, at least you’re here now”. 
You sit beside him, setting a few strands of hair on his face away, “Why’d you come here and who’s with Max?” you ask.
“I brought her to El’s house, they’re having a sleepover. Then I thought of coming here and stay at yours” He says as he sits up. He grabs you by the waist and straddle you to his lap, he tugs some hair behind your ear - staring at you in awe. “You look amazing” he compliments, “as always” he adds. You cover your face with your hands, Billy never fails to make you blush like crazy. He takes them off and pulls you closer to him - kissing you. 
You immediately melt into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him towards you even more. You pull away, “I need to change, and so do you. You have some clothes there on the top drawer of my dresser” you point. As you were about to stand up, he pulls you down again for a quick peck, “You’ll get more in a bit, Billy” you say - getting back up and change to your pajamas and Billy does the same. 
After changing, he hops back up and pats the space beside him, “come on now and give your boyfriend some love”.
“Alright alright” you say as you lay down beside him and give in to the needy boy.
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sunricecake · 2 years
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💭 stranger things girls + how they'd be with your little sibling
feat. max mayfield, eleven / jane hopper, chrissy cunningham, nancy wheeler, robin buckley
a/n : this is gonna be more personal cos the thought of them bonding with my baby sister has been consuming my headspace lately and i needed to get it out of my system
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MAX
congratulations you just gave your sibling a partner in crime. these two will conspire against you and pull pranks on you all the time. them snickering mischievously together is never a good sign. when you turn down a request from your sibling, she'd team up with them and plead alongside them. “pretty please, we're asking so nicely 🥺🥺” she enables their devilish side so much tsk tsk
ELEVEN
she'd be kinda aloof at first but once she opens up !! they'd have the most fun together :'))) being with your sibling brings out her inner child sm. they'd make stuff like cards, clay figures, bracelets, etc. which they show to you proudly. on her lucky days, el even gets to convince your sibling to help her make little surprises for you cos she loves you that much. tho she'd probably tease you a lot by saying your sibling's more fun than u lol
CHRISSY
bro your sibling falls for her right away when they see her (can't blame them tbh). they'd brag about stealing her from you and using up all the quality time chrissy should've been spending with you 😭 they'd think she's so cool for being a cheerleader and becomes her biggest fan. chrissy would be so doting towards them and she'd love to teach them how to do their makeup, nails, dress up with them, etc.
NANCY
she'd be kinda strict at first cos it comes with being the eldest daughter but she still tries her best to win over your sibling's favor. she wouldn't get pushed around much like the others but after a few tries she'd usually cave in, making your sibling promise to not tell you lest they both get in trouble. she'd def love to read them stories to bed and would kiss them on the forehead when they're asleep i just know it
ROBIN
becomes their bestest friend. the best friend card that you earned from being their sibling is gonna be revoked sorry that's just how it is. they'd be sooo hyper together it makes you go are you babysitting or am i? once all their energy is spent you'd find them snuggled together on the couch sobs. also every time robin rambles about how much she loves you (which is often) your sibling would do a fake gag cos of how tired they are of hearing it
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huboi · 1 year
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you’re a real boy
ft. steddie
summary — eddie and steve comfort their dysphoric ftm boyfriend (this is polyamorous)
cw/tw — FEM ALIGNED DNFI! mentions of deadnaming, transphobia, jason (he’s his own warning tbh), reader can’t wear a binder due to medical reasons, mentions of eating food. lmk if there are any more <3
note(s) — made this cause dysphoria has been hitting hard, hopefully this can comfort some other ftm who are struggling with dysphoria. sos if this isn’t that good, I’m not the best at writing in this format. btw this is quite short but I hope you enjoy :)
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today had been a difficult day for you. being constantly deadnamed due to the fact that you haven’t come out yet (for obvious reasons), and people just being assholes about your identity. jason was mainly one of these people, since he somehow managed to find out about you being trans. of course he was an asshole about it, saying how you weren’t a real man and such.
when you met up with steve and eddie after school you just couldn’t help but bawl once you were in steves car, eddie the one hugging you due to the fact steve was too busy driving. when they arrived at eddies trailer they sat you down onto the couch with both of them on either side. “what’s wrong honey?” steve asked, holding your hand in his. you explained to them how you’ve been feeling dysphoric throughout the entire day and have been thinking about wether you’re a real boy or not.
eddie left his position on the couch, confusing you for a second, when he came back with one of his shirts did you understand. the boys let you change in the bathroom into the shirt that was a bit too big for you, which hid your chest from view. when you came back into the living area, you noticed that there was a blanket over the couch and some snacks and drinks on the table.
eddie and steve both have you a big hug when they noticed your tears of joy. “if you feel like it, we can have a take out for dinner tonight” eddie suggested, you nodded against his chest.
steve made you look him in the eyes and said “you are a real boy (y/n), you’re our handsome boy”, he then proceeded to give you a small kiss on the forehead, eddie doing the same not long after.
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