#we hate billy club

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my girl can wear whatever she wants tiers please for crazy ass boys gang!!!

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + MY GIRL CAN WEAR WHATEVER SHE WANTS TIERS

❥ my girl can wear whatever she want cause I can fight ❥

Billy Loomis - When you look particularly good his arm might as well be glued to your waist. He's both possessive and protective. He hates the way everyone's eyes devour you, but can't help how prideful it makes him either. Yeah, you want her. Of course you want her. Everyone does. But only I have her. God help the idiot that's stupid enough to open their mouth and not just look.

Jordan Li - They love watching you put your outfits together. They make suggestions from your bed, glancing up at you every few minutes. They can't help it. Their eyes are drawn to you permanently. No matter how crowded the room they can find you in a second. Whenever there's a party Jordan loves watching everyone try to sneak quick glances at you. They jump like rabbits when they wind up meeting Jordan's eyes and watch that smile that Jordan only wears around you fall back into the usual scowl. No one wants to be caught staring at Jordan's girl.

Arvin Russell - It's not possible for you to feel fear in public when you're with Arvin. You could be wearing straight lingerie in the most dangerous city in the world at 2 am and be safe. He's not just ready to protect you but hungry for it. Every time he proves he'll fight till his knuckles are bloody and bruised over you he watches you walk a little more confidently. Shine a little brighter. Knowing that he's there to protect you has only made you more yourself every day. And Arvin? He's obsessed with the transformation that the safety net of his fierce protection has ignited within you.

Jason Dean/JD - You wish he'd only fight people over what you're wearing. Unfortunately, this is not the case. JD pulls out a gun. Not every time, granted. Just a large majority of the time. In his defense, how is he supposed to act when someone has the audacity to cat call you? Do you expect him to just watch and not care as you experience that brief shiver of fear that runs up your spine when a man whistles at you before following it up with even more salacious words? If you feel fear, he'll make them feel fear. Simple.

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - If someone is stupid enough to not recognize him before they say anything to you about what you're wearing they will quickly recognize the tentacle wrapped around their throat. "Apologize." He hisses through gritted teeth, increasing the pressure, knowing just how much strength he can use before it would break their neck. How he ever expects anyone to apologize to you with a giant tentacle wrapped around their wind pipe you don't know. This is the second time this month. You're running out of night clubs you're not banned from.

David Mccall - You walk out of the house with the confidence that only someone who's done 12 tours over seas should have. But no, you just have a boyfriend who is incredibly scary. You've watched him almost break a man's hand for brushing it against yours at a crowded bar while he reached for his drink. You don't even think before you throw on an outfit anymore.

❥ my girl can wear whatever she want because she a hoe and I knew that before we started dating ❥

Josh Washington - Could he fuck someone up if needed? Yes, but he feels no need to. As long as you're not in danger or being disrespected Josh loves the way you express yourself through your look. You're hot and beautiful, of course you wear stuff that's short or tight, or both. If he looked like you he'd do the same thing. People don't usually say anything to you anyways, since he's always pressed to you like a second skin. He's not a jealous guy, but he is a chronic clinger.

Stu Macher - Is probably the person wolf whistling you in the first place. Points at you from across the room when you're talking to other people and says, "That's my girl right there. She's smoking, right?" He will always be smug he pulled you and NEVER shut up about it. The more wild you dress the more smug he gets. People can look all they want. But you only want him. What's there not to brag about?

Kevin Khatchadourian - Kevin above anyone else would thoroughly understand your psyche before dating you. He's involved with you because, somehow, you intrigued him against all odds. He already expected and predicted with near perfect accuracy every step of the relationship. Skimpy outfits are not throwing him. Can he fight? Yes. But, frankly, if someone pisses him off by hitting on you swinging on them is not gonna satisfy him. He's more of a "put their fingerprints at a crime scene so their life is ruined" type of get back. If he decides not to kill them.

Sebastian Valmont - Sebastian is the one buying you more hoe clothes. He loves your style and is not insecure. If either of you wanted someone else, you could go get them. But you two were practically made for each other. He wants to show you off. Is never going to be the type to try and dull your shine. He wants to walk into a room with you and have jaws drop from the deadly combination of the way you look together. He thrives off of seeing how much people want you. Knowing how futile it is. How hopeless. He pulls you tight into his side and grins like the devil himself (also, and this knowledge is of utmost importance, he cannot fight for shit.)

❥ my girl can wear whatever she want cus I’m scared of her ❥

Nathan Prescott - Is possessive, jealous and insecure enough to absolutely want you to change what you're wearing. With anyone else he'd even be bold enough to tell them to change. You are not anyone else, though. You are you. Considering every other behavior you tolerate from Nathan on a monthly, weekly, daily, and hourly basis you would snap on him like a twig if he tried to bring one more red flag on board. He knows this. You know this. When you slide on your low rise jeans and the tiniest crop top known to man, you make eye contact with one another in the mirror. He looks away first. You go back to peacefully fixing up your hair. Upside, no one is crazy enough to actually hit on you when you're at parties held on campus together. Which means Nathan won't have the cops called on him. Hooray!

#crazy ass boys gang #billy loomis x reader #jordan li x reader #stu macher x reader #josh washington x reader #arvin russell x reader #jd x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #david mccall x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #nathan prescott x reader #tiers are so fun you should all send more #kevin jordan and ben kinda showing they crazy in this one adjkl

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"you've ruined my life, by not being mine" || tom blyth x actress! reader

a/n: i'm baaaack, with more ts and love for tom blyth

you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

you were at out at a local bar with some of your cast mates from tbosas. you were sitting with rachel and you were mocking tom's british accent. the two of you were laughing at your terrible impression. "why does he say that! it's so funny!" rachel laughs.

"what are you two laughing about?" tom's walks over from the other side of the table. "nothing" you both mumble out, sharing a look. "sounded like you were having a lot of fun earlier" he adds, you laugh at this. "sounded like you were having a lot of fun earlier." you repeat in a british accent, mimicking tom.

rachel bursts out laughing at this. tom just gives you two a look like you'd both gone insane. "making fun of me now?" he asks, as you lose it. "maybe," you make out between laughs. "that's not very nice." he says in a jokingly stern voice. "sorry, we just think your normal accent is so funny." rachel explains as you continue to laugh.

exasperated, tom leaves, going to find the company of people who won't laugh at him when he speaks. this causes the two of you to laugh even harder.

you should think about the consequence off your magnetic field being a little too strong

somehow, you always found yourself gravitating towards tom. whether you're on the opposite side of the room from him, you always find yourself right by him within a matter of minutes. he had a weird pull on you.

you had been talking with an actor that played one of the background academy students when you heard tom's laugh from across the room. it distracted you from the conversation you were having. she seemed to have noticed your lack of attention and just smirked. "go ahead," was all she said and nodded her head towards tom. you thanked her and left towards him.

he smiled as he saw you approaching the group, opening his arms to you for a hug. you sighed contently as his arms around you. "how are you?" he whispered in your ear. "better now that you're here." you admitted

and i got a boyfriend, he's older than us he's in the club doing, i don't know what

your boyfriend had just texted you telling you he was going out with some friends for the night. it was morning for you, being on the opposite side of the planet from him. hearing that from him, you knew you'd probably be seeing some headlines of him in the morning, or night for you.

things were strained lately, with you being busy with back to back projects and him, honestly not doing shit. it made him feel emasculated knowing you were currently the it girl and he was just known as your boyfriend. he was a bit older and no longer in his prime and no longer booking big projects.

you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much whiskey on ice, sunset and vine

you were on a break from filming so you, rachel, tom and josh decided to go to la and soak in some sun. you four were out at dinner. and tom was telling you all about what it was like filming for billy the kid.

he was nursing a whiskey and ice, recounting all the notable parts of filming. it made you so jealous. he was just so damn cool. this was not helping your giant crush on him.

you've ruined my life, by not being mine you're so gorgeous

you and tom were sitting in your trailer, just basking in the peace and quiet. it wasn’t everyday that you got to sit and relax and enjoy some coffee and mediocre croissants.

it killed you knowing that tom wasn't yours. you even broke up with your loser boyfriend. "god, you're so fucking gorgeous." you mutter under your breath while sitting with tom enjoying coffee. "what was that?" he looks up from his book. "huh, oh nothing!" you blurt out, not realizing you said that out loud, taking a sip of your coffee.

i can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face

"hunter, why's he so damn gorgeous. i can't handle it!" you shout to hunter. you were all gathered in some local bar. you longingly stared at tom from across the bar. "girl, i don't know. tell him yourself." she answers blandly. "i can't! nothing ever comes out of my mouth when i try to talk to him. he must think i'm some type of weirdo!" you exclaim, annoyed by the beauty of that gorgeous, gorgeous man standing across the crowded room.

and i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way but what can i say? you're gorgeous

"oh my god! i'm so mad!" you randomly shout as you third wheel rachel and josh in rachel's trailer. "what is it now?" josh asks, tired of your antics. "we all know it's tom. it's always tom." rachel answers for you. "i'm so furious that he makes me feel this way, but he's not mine!" you dramatically flop onto the couch.

josh shakes his head hearing this, "then tell him how you feel!" he advises you. "i can't! he's too gorgeous for me!" you reply, fake crying into the pillow. the two roll their eyes at your dramatics. you should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you

it was finally the end of filming, so the director threw a wrap party. you waltzed around the room, talking to nearly every single person. everyone but tom.

"why won't she talk to me? is she mad at me?" tom asks hunter. she gives rachel a knowing grin. "i don't think she's mad at you, but you should ask her yourself." rachel adds, pushing him towards you.

tom decided he had enough of you ignoring him and walked towards you, interrupting your conversation. "hey, can i talk to you?" he asks, you simply nod, too nervous to speak.

and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room

he grabs your hand and leads you to a dark corner of the venue the party was being held. "did i do something wrong?" he asks, a concerned look on his face. "no! not at all!" you exclaim, trying to alleviate his thoughts. "i've just been feeling nervous around you lately."

if you've got a girlfriend, i'm jealous of her but if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

you weren't sure of tom's relationship status, he never mentioned anything about having a girlfriend and you never mentioned anything about being in a relationship either. not that you even were in one anymore.

a part of you wanted him to be single, but a part of you hoped he wasn’t. it was honestly worse if he was single. it probably meant he wasn't interested then.

ocean blue eyes looking in mine i feel like i might sink and drown and die

you stare into his blue eyes. you never realized how blue they were. they were like oceans. all you wanted to do was swim in them, or even drown in them. they were so gorgeous, just like him. "have your eyes always been so blue?" you ask aloud, staring deeply into his eyes.

you make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have

you loved spending time with tom. he made you happy. but there was always a sad feeling that's fill your heart when you thought about how he wasn't yours.

"are you single, tom?" you break the silence after your precious confession. this question shocks tom for a moment. "yeah, why?" he asks a little confused by your conversation now. "can i kiss you?" you whisper out, inching closer to him.

he doesn't answer and instead slams his lips onto your own. after a few moments of passionate kissing, you pull apart. "you don't know how long i've been waiting to do that." tom whispers, his face still only inches from you. "god, you're so gorgeous" you mutter out.

#tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #tom blyth imagine

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Back to You 💌

You and Eddie used to be friends, the best of friends since meeting during childhood. Now your friendship is in tatters and Eddie hates you? Right?

Enemies to lovers fic, childhood friends, idiots in love, protective Eddie, minors shoo.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Brief Billy Hargrove x Reader

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You remembered the day you and Eddie stopped speaking like it was yesterday.

Exactly a year ago you auditioned for the cheerleading squad and made the team, you were so excited and rushed to tell Eddie.

He was actually supportive of you joining the squad but the thing he didn't like was your new friends. They thought Eddie was a freak and Eddie hated the lot of them with a passion.

No matter how you tried to make it work the distance grew between you both and culminated in a final argument that the two of you never recovered from.

It was now your senior year and the bond between you and Eddie was still shattered, he became more ensconced in his group of friends and in Hellfire Club and you settled nicely with your friends.

Animosity hung between you both and more often than not it led to the two of you bickering. It was like the two of you were never friends at all.

The thought makes your stomach clench and your throat tighten. For as much as you pretended to despise Eddie, it couldn't hide the fact that you missed him, the little ache never really went away.

Though you had no doubt that Eddie didn't care one about you anymore and that sends a wave of hurt through you. There was only so much that icy glares and mean barbs could hide.

Speak of the devil. Eddie stops talking to the rest of Hellfire and glares at you, there's a stubborn frown on his face that turns into a smirk.

"Staring at me again sweetheart? Anyone would think you were into me" he looks so smug and you clench your fists, remind yourself to count to three before you engage in his shit.

"As if Munson, Your voice carries across the cafeteria. Not everyone wants to hear your delusional rants you know" Eddie's eyes narrow and he folds his arms across his chest, his gaze pins you to the spot.

The rest of Hellfire looks back and forth between the two of you. You and Eddie both argued so much you were sure it must be entertainment for his friends.

Gareth and Jeff used to be your friends too a tiny traitor voice whispers to you and you swallow down the fact that you miss them too.

"Why don't you go back to your table and continue being a bitchy, vapid princess yeah?" God you hated him, you really did.

You give him one final dirty look and don't give him the satisfaction of seeing the words have upset you. It's not like he would care if they did.

He stopped caring about you a long time ago.

...

Parties really weren't your thing at all but this was the third one that Jason invited you to in two months so you figured you better show your face for a little bit.

As soon as you enter the party you wish you could turn around and go back home. The only saving grace is Chrissy who tucks you by her side and takes away some of the anxiety you're feeling.

Eddie is here because of course he is. No doubt he's selling weed, you'd give him shit for it but you know that he does it to help his uncle with money. How could you give him shit for that?

You're pulled out of your musings by a gentle tug on your hair and you turn to find Eddie behind you with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Did you just pull my hair, what are we five again Edward?" His eyes light up and he smiles at you, all dimples and mischievous.

"I love when you're angry princess. It's kinda hot" you still and his words disarm you for a minute. Only a minute.

"Hot? As if you would sully your precious reputation by dating one of them and I quote "Buttheads from the dark side" he was just doing this to rile you up and it was working.

He doesn't answer and you realise your heart is racing waiting for him to say something. A tiny bit of disappointment fills you but you choose to ignore it and storm past him.

Maybe you would be able to enjoy the party if you could just avoid Eddie but then you see one person who you work hard to never see at all costs. Someone worse than running into Eddie.

Billy Hargrove, surrounded by people as he chugged from a keg of beer.

Ugh. Seeing Billy was enough to annoy you at the best of times but this? Drunk Billy was a whole level of irritating. The two of you briefly dated last year and it was nice at first, until he cheated on you with some girl from another school outside of Hawkins and you found them at the cinema making out with not a care in the world.

What the hell did he want? "Hey babe, fancy seeing you here?" he smirks and walks over to you, swiftly blocking your way out. Fuck.

"Hargrove. Move your ass from my sight will you?" you snap, you're already verging on getting a headache, talking to him will just make it worse.

"Such harsh words honey. I mean last year you were all over me and now this?" You wince as you remember being really into Billy, god you were an idiot.

"Temporary insanity" you snap and he grins and leans close to you.

"Oh honey, it's your fault if you think you meant anything to me in the first place" fury curdles in your stomach. Asshole.

"Is there a problem here?" you freeze and let out a groan. Oh great. Just who you need to appear, Eddie.

His eyes are narrowed as he looks at Billy who smirks and moves past Eddie. "Nah Munson, just catching up with an old friend" he winks at you and you turn away still fuming and your eyes wet. Ah fuck.

"Dickhead, Eddie mutters and his glare turns to you but softens just slightly at your tears, "What the fuck did you see in him princess?" He demands and you shrug.

"No idea. He is a dick" it startles you that both you and Eddie are in agreement. You wipe your eyes and Eddie's fist clenches.

"You shouldn't cry over him princess" he tells you and his voice is still gentle. You peer up at him and feel that pull towards him, the pull that never really went away.

"Like you can talk Munson" Eddie's eyes widen and he stiffens when you say this and his gaze turns agonized.

"I never want to make you cry sweetheart" he swallows hard and still looks bereft. You can't stand seeing that look on his face.

"It only happened once" you shrug it off but it still doesn't clear that look from Eddie's face. He follows you as you need outside, trying to think of something to say to him.

Then the heavens open and rain begins to beat down on you both.

"Uh shit. Do you want me to take you home or something?" You shake your head at Eddie's suggestion, it's sweet but your parents aren't home tonight, you were meant to be staying with one of the girls.

"They aren't home. I'm supposed to be staying with one of the girls but I just want to get away from this shit for a night" Eddie nods and opens his van door for you.

"Then milady. To my castle I shall take you" you hadn't been back to Eddie's in such a long time but right now it was all you wanted and you gesture at him to lead the way.

Billy's words still echo in your mind as eddie drives. You thought you meant something to Billy last year but your hopes were quickly dashed. Your hopes of maybe finding someone who could love you for you were smashed to pieces.

If you were being honest with yourself the one person who you thought you would end up with was Eddie, when you were friends the thought would sometimes enter your mind. A far off future after high school where you and Eddie were happy and in love.

Obviously that went to shit too. You weren't Eddie's type. You had seen the girls he hooked up with occasionally and they were nothing like you, now it didn't matter because he hated you.

This makes your mood worse, just a bit. Then again if he hated you why was he being so kind to you right now?

You ask him as he leads you into the trailer, the question won't leave your mind and you need to ask.

"Eddie why are you doing this? You hate me don't you?" his eyes widen when you ask this and you flash back to the first time you met Eddie when you were four and he ran off some jerk who tried to steal your sweets in school. He was protective of you, even then.

"Okay uh let's get one thing straight, you can annoy the hell out of me but I could never ever hate you princess" this warms your heart just a little bit.

"Well ditto"

You kiss Eddie's cheek, his heated gaze meets yours and you're so tempted to kiss him. It's an impulsive thought but it's not really all that surprising.

"You want to kiss me" he gently teases and you swat his arm playfully. He really could read you like a book, even now.

"Please, as if. I know I'm not your type anyway. I've seen the girls you've hooked up with" Eddie is quiet for a second and that startles you, he's never quiet. He's always on the go and running his mouth about something or other, usually Jason.

"They didn't mean anything. They weren't you" he says the last part so softly that you have to move closer to hear it but you do. Like magnets the two of you move closer and closer...

Then Eddie's lips meet yours and it's... It's everything. It's perfect. Wayne also picks the perfect time to walk in and you and Eddie break apart.

Wayne smiles when he sees you, "Well hi there honey, haven't seen you around in a long time" it has been a while and you feel an ache deep in your bones. You've missed being here, it's one of the places that feels like home to you.

"I've missed it, being here" you admit to him and Wayne smirks a little bit.

"Mmm, someone else has missed you around here too" he nods to Eddie who glares at him.

"Yeah thanks for that old man" Wayne shrugs looking like he's trying really hard not to laugh and invites you to stay for a little while longer.

When he's busy with setting up some dinner Eddie leans into you and whispers in your ear.

"I do miss you" his voice shakes a tiny bit and his big brown eyes are full of tenderness. It's taken a lot for him to admit it and you take your hand in his.

"Ditto"

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #enemies to lovers #eddie munson imagine

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hold on ; billy butcher

fandom: the boys

pairing: billy x reader

summary: you’re the youngest member of the boys and you hate that butcher insists on calling you ‘kid’ so you show him in more ways than one that you are not a child

notes: this is very weak, but it was kind of good writing practice because i definitely don’t write a lot of action (i’m so sorry if it sucks)! as always, please let me know what you think!

warnings: a lot of swearing, google translated french, age gap (not specified, but inferred) guns, violence, a dagger, explosion, descriptions of wounding (please don’t read if any of this is triggering for you!)

word count: 4310

Butcher is an asshole. You knew that from the moment you met him. He is rude, and brash, and impulsive to the point that made you believe he didn’t have an angel on one of his shoulders, only two antagonistic little devils. You often found yourself itching to dig your fist into his face, especially when he called you by the stupid nickname he coined the moment he met you. Kid, or The Kid, if you weren’t in the room. It vexed you beyond belief, and you knew exactly why.

Butcher is an asshole, but he’s also fucking gorgeous. He’s tall and broad, and his voice is so delicious, it often finds its way into your filthiest dreams. To say you were obsessed with the man wouldn’t be an overstatement, and it was no secret, everyone but Butcher himself knows it. You’ve wanted him from the moment you met him, but then he went ahead and called you ‘kid’ and you quickly realised that he didn’t see you as anything more than one of the boys. The youngest one of the boys.

“Are you okay, mon amour?” Frenchie asks, nudging you with his shoulder.

You look at the man sitting beside you, dressed head to toe in black with a bandolier slung across his body. The van rattles as it hits a bump, and across from you, MM casts an angry glare toward the driver’s seat.

“I’m good,” you reply, flexing your fingers around the gun laying across your lap.

You were no stranger to the weapon, having spent years training in the special forces before flunking out the minute you found out about the movement for Supes to be contracted into the military. You were furious and scared, and then you ran into an old neighbour whose mother used to be book club buddies with yours – Hughie – and the rest is history.

“Butcher’s on location,” MM says, tucking his phone back into the pocket on his vest.

“Make sure he waits,” Hughie calls from the front of the van. “It’ll take me five minutes to get eyes on the whole building, but he can’t go in blind.”

MM looks at Frenchie, “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” Frenchie replies, “They will not be prepared for a raid, and they will have the information we need.”

“And how many are going to be willing to give it to us?” you ask.

He grimaces, “Not many, but I do not doubt your persuasion skills, mon cherie.”

“Persuasion,” you scoff, looking down at the weapon in your lap.

Don’t get it wrong, you weren’t some kind of super CIA motherfucker who should be feared by all, but you were pretty swift when you needed to be. You weren’t overly worried about the mission, not with Frenchie, MM, and Butcher at your back, but you hadn’t properly exercised your training in months. You know you’re going to be rusty, and you don’t exactly know what you’re walking into, but Frenchie does, and he’s confident in your ability.

The objective was simple. Frenchie had some old friends who were keeping tabs on his and Butcher’s movements and feeding them back to someone who was then getting them to Vought somehow. All you had to do was shut them down and find out who their contact was, and probably murder more than half of them in the process. Simple, right? Except for the fact that not even Frenchie knew exactly how many men you were running in on, or what kind of weapons they had.

“We’re here,” Hughie announces, just before the three of you in the back lurch forward with the sudden stop of the van.

You button up the fastenings on your fingerless gloves and check that your bandolier is packed with extra magazines before standing up. MM opens the doors for Hughie, and he jumps up into the back of the van with his laptop under his arm. Frenchie pulls a small stool from the storage cage and plants it in front of the flip down desk as Hughie begins unpacking his equipment. No more than five minutes pass before video images start popping up in black and white squares across the screens.

“Butcher,” Hughie says, tucking his earpiece in, “can you hear me?”

You fix your own piece into your ear before routinely checking the clips and fastenings across your tact suit.

“I can ‘ear you,” Butcher’s voice rumbles in your ear, and you can feel your cheeks flush pink.

“Alright,” Hughie scans the screens in front of him, “they’ve got pretty high tech surveillance, but their security isn’t great. I’m getting twenty-two heat signatures, most in the basement, a couple on the ground floor, and three on the fourth. According to Frenchie’s intel, there are other tenants in the building, so my guess is that three up top aren’t apart of this.”

“The two at ground level are most likely security,” Frenchie says. “There are always one or two of them watching the building’s main entrance.”

“But there’s another way in?” MM asks.

Hughie nods, “Looks like you can access the basement from the back, but that’s probably their main point of access, so you’ll want to find another way in.”

“You tellin’ me there’s one fuckin’ door to this place?” Butcher’s voice comes through the earpiece again, and you have to flex your fingers around your gun to remind yourself to focus.

“The backdoor and the building’s main stairwell,” Frenchie replies.

“Two fuckin’ doors?” Butcher says. “Fuckin’ hell, Frenchie, how the hell are we s’pposed to get out if things go wrong?”

“Nothing will go wrong,” Frenchie states, giving you an incredibly confident grin.

Your stomach twists nervously, but you don’t let it show, returning his grin with a nod and a small smile.

“There are windows,” Hughie says, “but only Y/N will fit, maybe Frenchie.”

“Then we go first,” you look at Frenchie, “through the windows and make sure Butcher and MM can get in the back.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Butcher snaps. “We don’t know what kind of weapons these cunts got, and if you two get overpowered, we won’t be able to get in ‘n’ help. We all go in the backdoor, force our way in.”

Frenchie chuckles, “You are a fan of forcing yourself into the backdoor, Monsieur Charcutier?”

MM snorts while you and Hughie snicker, but there isn’t a sound from Butcher.

“Look,” you say, “I appreciate your concern, Butcher, but we have the best chance of surprising them by slipping in where they won’t expect.”

Frenchie giggles again at your unintentional innuendo.

“Listen, Kid,” Butcher says, sending wave of irritation through your body, “I appreciate your concern, but I ain’t lettin’ you ‘n’ Frenchie get killed for somethin’ as trivial as a bit of intel.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, Butcher,” you bite back, at which everyone in the van startles. “Frenchie and I will meet you at the backdoor.”

You pull your black kerchief up over your nose and crack the van’s doors open, peaking out cautiously before stepping down and into the dark night. Frenchie and MM follow your silent footsteps toward the brick building, skirting around the side until you find the low and narrow basement windows. You point at MM and then toward the back of the building, and he nods before hurrying off.

“There’s a guard waiting outside the backdoor,” Hughie’s voice comes through your earpiece.

You hear a couple of grunts before MM says, “Not anymore.”

“Do you have Butcher?” Hughie asks.

“We’re in position,” MM affirms.

You nod at Frenchie and he gestures for you to go first, so you turn to the closest window. You take a deep breath before crouching beside the window and gripping a lip in the brickwork to help swing your body through. Using your chunky black boots, you kick the window in and follow the momentum with your feet first. You hit the concrete floor with a thud, quickly darting to the side before Frenchie drops down in the same fashion.

“What the fuck?!” one of the men shouts, scrambling to get up from the old and torn sofa on which he sat.

Your hands are on your gun before you can remember thinking about it, and a gunshot bursts in your left ear as a thug across the room fires at you, missing completely. You take aim and shoot his shoulder, making him drop his gun and crumple to the floor in pain. Two more bullets hit the brick wall behind you, and two more of the gangsters fall with wounds in their shoulders. Frenchie is already rushing to the backdoor, and you cover him easily by dropping three more men with pistols and hitting one in the leg who was scrambling toward the stairs. A cluster of lankier looking men cower in what looks like a makeshift drug lab, all wearing rubber aprons and protective goggles over their eyes. You turn away from them and take down another heading for the stairs, watching him fall on top of his comrade before whipping around and firing at a thug who was pointing his gun at Frenchie. The bullet cracks as it hits him in the side of the head, but you don’t have time to regret your aim before someone tackles you from behind. You duck forward, gripping his thick arms before he can strangle you, and use his momentum to throw him onto his back on the floor in front of you with a loud thump.

Your gun is back in your hands as you scan the room over its barrel, a familiar sense a satisfaction quelling your fight mode when you find every assailant either downed or cowering with their hands up. The backdoor creaks open, and MM and Butcher march in with guns up before stopping abruptly at the sight of the pacified room.

“What did I tell you, eh?” Frenchie says, and you hear it more in your earpiece than from across the room. “She is fucking incroyable.”

“Holy shit,” MM mutters, lowering his gun.

Butcher’s eyes are wild above his face covering, filled with an emotion you can’t discern as he stares at you across the dark room.

“Alright,” Frenchie shouts, pulling his kerchief down, “where the fuck is Lafeyette?”

The room stays quiet, but the four of you slowly cast heavy glares across the fallen thugs until one of the timid lab assistants points a shaking finger toward the two men collapsed by the stairs.

“Time to talk you filthy sac de merde,” Frenchie spits, as he and Butcher stalk toward the men.

MM nods at you as he readjusts his gun and widens his stance, guarding the door in case anyone thinks of trying to escape. Your fighter instincts settle at the slight sense of security, and you sling your gun over your shoulder as you approach the small drug lab.

“What are your names?” you ask the men.

Three of them glance at the shortest of the four, and with trembling hands he moves his goggles onto his head, revealing two clean circles of skin around his bright blue eyes.

“I am Gabriel,” he says, his accent thicker than Frenchie’s, “this is Théo, Lucas, and Éliott. They do not speak English.”

“Can they understand it?”

He nods, “Mostly.”

“Good,” you nod and hold your hands up, “I’m not going to hurt you, unless you give me a reason to.”

They all shake their heads vigorously.

“Are you here because you want to be?” you ask them.

“No,” Gabriel replies, and the other three shake their heads again.

“How did you get here?”

“Théo and I came together,” Gabriel says, “without papers, and Monsieur Toussaint said he would get us citizenship. Lucas and Éliott were here already, and they have kept us from leaving.”

You gesture to the bench full of laboratory equipment, “You make drugs for them?”

“Oui,” he nods, “Lucas is a- uh, how do you say un scientifique?”

“A scientist,” MM calls out from behind you.

“Oui,” Gabriel nods again, “he teaches us to cook.”

You frown, “Do you have any family here?”

“Théo has family in America,” he replies.

“Does he know where they are? Can you contact them if we help you leave?”

His bright blue eyes sparkle with hope, “Oui!”

You nod, “Good, we’re going to try and help you, okay?”

You barely finish your sentence before MM screams your name, and you feel the weight of a large hand on your left shoulder, dragging you back and blocking your ability to grab your gun. You crouch under the pressure and reach your thigh holster with your right hand, gripping the hilt of your dagger. You unsheathe it as you turn in a full one-eighty, escaping the assailant’s grasp and sweeping underneath his arm with your dagger outstretched. The blade slashes horizontally right beneath his kneecap, causing him to buckle as you rise to your full height and lacerate his throat. You leap back to avoid the spray of blood and falling body, watching the man slump face first into the concrete floor at your feet.

When you look up, you find every pair of – conscious – eyes on you, a mixture of terror and disbelief written across the room of faces.

“Are you okay?” Frenchie asks, though there is more pride than concern in his expression.

“I’m good,” you reply, crouching down to clean each side of your dagger on the dead man’s shirt before tucking it back into your holster.

Butcher drops the collar of who you assume is Lafayette, and you still can’t read his face behind his kerchief as he stares at you.

“Uh, guys,” Hughie’s voice speaks into your ear, “someone heard the gunshots, you’ve got emergency response on site in less than five minutes.”

Frenchie swings his foot into Lafayette’s stomach before nodding at MM, “Let’s go.”

You turn to the four lab assistants and gesture toward the backdoor. They scramble to remove their protective gear before hurrying toward MM who guides them out. Frenchie jogs past you, but Butcher stops and holds his hand out.

He pulls his kerchief down, “I’ll do it, you get out of ‘ere, Kid.”

“Fat chance,” you scoff, “now go.”

You’ve already got the gas canister in hand, and he knows you’ll pop it before he can argue, so he turns and mutters something inaudible as he stalks toward the door.

With your kerchief securely up over your nose, you release the pin and throw the gas into the room before turning to the lab table. You work quickly, pouring the two vials that Frenchie gave you into an empty beaker and setting it atop a lit burner. In five long leaps, you’re out the door and slamming it shut before sprinting away.

Butcher is waiting for you just around the side of the building, his hand outstretched. You barely have time to grab it before a huge explosion blows through the low basement windows and shakes the entire building. Butcher pulls your body against his, pivoting so that his back is to the blast as it knocks both of you off your feet. You hit the ground and your ears ring, but you don’t feel a single bit of debris hit you thanks to the body lying on top of yours.

“Fuck,” Butcher curses, though his voice sounds distant in your ringing ears.

You look up at him, his face inches from yours and smattered with dust and dirt. The adrenaline coursing through your veins has your whole body on high alert, overly aware of every part of him that is pressed against you.

He looks down at you, his pupils blown wide as his gaze darts to your lips. He licks his own, his chest heaving against yours and your head spins with a thousand filthy thoughts. For a split second, you think he might kiss you, and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation, but then he pushes himself up and offers his hand. You sigh and take it, letting him haul you off the ground.

“You alrigh’, Kid?” he asks.

“I’m not a fucking kid,” you spit, snatching your hand from his.

You run toward the van and leap into the open doors, Butcher at your heels. Hughie slams on the accelerator before Frenchie has even closed the doors, and you instinctually grab onto the nearest thing to steady yourself. It just so happens to be Butcher, and you know not from the scratch of his beard against your temple as you cling to him, but his scent. Warm and woody, with hint of apple-scented soap and whiskey.

You retract quickly and fall into the seat on the opposite side of the van, resting your head back against the blocked-out window.

“What the fuck, Frenchie?” MM exclaims. “You said that would be a small explosion, that it would look like an accident.”

Frenchie grimaces, “I did not account for the other reactants in the lab.”

Butcher sits quietly across from you, his eyes trained on you as you do everything you can to avoid looking in his direction. You focus on your gun, unlocking the empty clip and clicking the safety on. MM and Frenchie speak with the four timid men huddled at the back of the van, asking them a series of questions before deciding where would be best to take them.

After a painfully long drive, Hughie stops the van and Frenchie helps the four men out of the back doors. He tells you all to go back to the safe house and he will be there soon. The rest of the ride home is tense and silent, MM not daring to speak once he sees the irritated frown on your face as you fiddle with your equipment, packing it into cases and locking it in the van’s storage cage.

Once safe inside the decrepit apartment you currently call home, Hughie grins at you, “Holy shit, Y/N, you are fucking bad ass.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, starting on the clips of your tact suit.

“I wish I saw all of it,” MM says, “you’re deadly.”

A small smile quirks the corner of your lip, and you let out a small sigh as you release the last buckle on your Kevlar vest. You drop the heavy thing on the dining table along with your bandolier.

“I’m still pissed that you didn’t listen to me,” Butcher states, at which you roll your eyes, “but you did good, Kid.”

Your head snaps in his direction, your eyes narrowing at him. “Do I look like a fucking child, Butcher?”

Hughie’s grin vanishes and MM freezes on his way to the couch.

“Do I?” you press, holding your arms out as if to emphasise your attire. “Because a fucking kid couldn’t do what I just did, yet you insist on calling me by that fucking name!”

He doesn’t flinch the way Hughie does, nor are his eyes as wary as MM’s. He remains his usual cool self, though his frown is more curious than irate.

“Didn’t realise it bugged ya so much,” he says.

“You don’t fucking realise much, do you, Butcher?” you snap, before turning on your heel and marching toward the room that was designated yours.

You march inside and slam the door, but a pair of heavy boots are hot on your heels, and you curse the landlord for not installing any locks as the door swings open again.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Butcher demands, slamming the door once again behind him.

You unzip your outer jacket and throw it on the bed, “Didn’t I make it clear?”

“Uh, no, actually,” he steps toward you, “I’m not fuckin’ pissed about the raid, I’m pretty fuckin’ impressed, but you’re still throwin’ a tantrum like a fuckin’-”

“Like a child?”

His eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms over his chest, “I was gon’a say kid.”

You clench your fists in an attempt to refocus your frustration, digging your fingernails into your palms until it stings.

“Look,” he says, “I know you’re capable, and fuckin’ talented with a gun, but I wasn’t tryin’ to be a dick, I was tryin’ to keep you safe.”

“Because I’m so young and stupid?” you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because I can’t fucking handle myself even though I just prevented all of you from getting your fucking asses kicked?”

He sighs, “I never said you’re fuckin’ stupid.”

“But I am young,” you mutter, your voice revealing more emotion than you intended.

His brows shift into a dubious frown, “What’s this fuckin’ obsession with your age?”

“What’s your obsession with my age?” you snap, “Calling me ‘kid’ all the time and acting like you’re my fucking babysitter.”

“Oh, so fuck me for caring ‘bout your safety, is that it?”

“No, Billy, that’s not it,” you sigh, tearing your gaze from his to focus on unclipping your thigh holster.

“Then what is it? ‘Cause I don’t know what I’ve fuckin’ done!”

Your holster comes loose and you grip the hilt of the dagger with white knuckles, standing straight again.

“You haven’t done anything!”

“Then what haven’t I fucking done?!” he exclaims, unfolding his arms and throwing his hands up.

The little voice in your head splits into a thousand, screaming a thousand different commands at you. Cry, yell at him, throw something at him, scream, hit your head against the fucking wall, punch him in the throat… kiss him.

Your ears, still numb from the explosion, fill with the sound of your thumping heartbeat as you take three quick steps toward him. His height is intimidating, but you don’t have time to regret your decision as your fingers curl into the material of his shirt and pull him toward you. You have to stretch onto your toes, your other hand finding his chest for stability as you crush your lips against his.

For a second, you think you’ve seriously fucked up, but then his mouth begins to move against yours and your knees buckle. His arms catch you, wrapping around your waist and holding your body against his as his tongue slides across your bottom lip. You part your lips with a sigh, and he takes all control, claiming your mouth and wiping your mind of any thought that isn’t him.

In two easy steps, he backs you against the bed, sitting you down without his lips ever leaving yours. He crawls on top of you, straddling your thighs and catching your hands as they find the buckle on his belt.

“Love,” he sighs against your lips, “hold on.”

You blink up at him, slowly coming down from your high, “To what?”

He chuckles, “I meant slow down a sec.”

“Oh,” your cheeks burn, and you snatch your hands out of his grasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever fuckin’ apologise for that,” he says, a dopey smile on his lips, “but I don’t know-”

“I do,” you interrupt him, holding yourself up on your elbows.

He raises his brows, “What do you know?”

“I know that I want you,” you reply, “and I know that you want me. I don’t know if this is a good idea, but it fucking feels like it, so please, Butcher… please.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes lingering on your lips before trailing down your body to where he sat. “I know I want you, but why the fuck do you want me?”

You snort, “You’re kidding, right?”

He only frowns.

“Butcher, I have wanted you from the moment I fucking met you,” you fall back against the bed with a sigh, “I don’t know how you haven’t fucking noticed.”

He leans over you, holding himself up with a hand either side of your head. “Why?”

His voice is so deep and his eyes so dark, you struggle to breathe as your clothes suddenly feel like they’re strangling you.

“Because you’re-”

“An asshole?”

You giggle, “Yes, and rude, and brash, but you’re also fucking beautiful.”

His heavy breathing suddenly stops and his eyes widen as they search yours, as if looking for some sense of deception or sarcasm. You open your mouth to reassure him but he swallows your words with a kiss, his lips crashing into yours with bruising force. His mouth moves across your jaw and down your neck, and you whine when pulls away before quickly realising that your high-neck undershirt is in the way. His fingers find the hem and yank it up over your breasts, not bothering to remove it completely before his lips assault your chest, biting and soothing your skin in five separate spots as you writhe beneath him.

He moves down, placing a kiss on your sternum and your stomach, before pausing at the waistband of your pants and looking up with hungry eyes. “You sure ‘bout this?”

His hot breath fans your skin and goosebumps rise in response.

You nod, “Yes, please, Butcher. Yes.”

The buckle and button are loosened in a second, and he groans at the sight of your lacy black panties. He places a hot, wet kiss just above the hem before sitting back and unbuttoning his own shirt. He doesn’t manage to shrug it off though, because you take the opportunity to grip either side of it and pull him back down on top of you. The feeling of his skin against yours makes your whole body clench, and you know you’re kissing him sloppily but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Your fingers find his belt again, struggling to remember how the damn thing works when he pulls away with a gasp, “Hold on.”

You frown, “What now?”

He chuckles, “No, sweethear’, not like that.”

His hands take yours guiding them up over your head until you feel the wood of the headboard at your fingertips.

“I said, hold on.”

END.

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086: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Series

Chapter 002: The Devil Has Come to America

Summary: Following orders and toeing the line is your specialty, but when Patient 086 tries to bargain with the doctors, you're tempted to step out of your comfort zone.

Warnings: dark themes, mostly canon-compliant (Eddie lives), violence, blood, restraint, amnesia, abduction, that scene at the end of S4E9, flashbacks, drug/alcohol use

WC: 5k

Divider credit to @saradika

October 30, 1984

“Have you seen the new guy?” Heather giddily asks you and Carol through a mouthful of macaroni salad. A soft blush creeps into her cheeks as it often does when she gets flustered. 

Carol nods enthusiastically. “He sits in front of me in algebra.” She offers a smarmy grin as she tucks into her own lunch. “Let me tell you, I might actually show up to class every day if I get to stare at his ass all period.”

Heather laughs, covering her lips with a manicured hand. “Don’t let Tommy hear that,” she jokes.

“Don’t let Tommy hear what?”

Carol swats at her boyfriend as he sits down next to her, giggling as she explains the situation. “We were just talking about the new kid, Billy…something-or-other.” She waves it off; clearly, the shape of his butt is more important than his last name. “I think he’s from California.”

Tommy nods knowingly. “Yeah, I have phys ed with him. I was gonna see if he wants to go out for basketball this year. He’s pretty damn good.”

“Better than King Steve?” Carol snickers, reaching onto Tommy’s lunch tray and swiping a French fry. “Or should I say, Mr. Nancy Wheeler?”

Heather laughs at this, too, but you can tell by her unnatural lilt that it’s forced. She’s been doing that a lot more often lately–pretending to be amused by Carol and Tommy’s antics just to fit in with them.

Tommy throws a letterman jacket-clad arm around his girlfriend. “And, uh, speaking of dudes who are totally whipped,” he says under his breath, eyes sweeping to the corner of the cafeteria where the Hellfire Club sits. You know exactly what he’s looking at; sure enough, when you drag over your own gaze, there’s Eddie Munson, staring longingly at your table. 

“Ooh, I’ll bet he’s gonna be selling at Tina’s party tomorrow!” Carol flashes you the grin you only get when she needs a favor. “Can you talk to him? You know he’ll give you a discount.”

Never mind the fact that you didn’t smoke, or that the last time you’d done this for her, she hadn’t paid you back a single cent. The question is a simple formality: you will get cheap weed from Eddie, whether you like it or not. 

“Y’know,” Tommy breaks in smarmily, eyebrows raised like he’s offering classified information, “I heard he flunked last year on purpose so he could keep selling at high school parties.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. He could’ve graduated and still swung by to sell.”  The retort spills from your lips before you can stop yourself, but it’s true. It’s not unheard of for recent grads to pop in to snag some beer or jungle juice. 

Your words are met with glares from Tommy and Carol; Heather’s foot brushes your own with a dual meaning of are you okay and don’t get us in trouble. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, desperate to avoid the unwanted social consequences that await you and Heather if you mess this up. “I can, um, talk to him at the party tomorrow.”

Flirting with him for discounted pot doesn’t sit right with you. But since Heather is your only friend, and she’s now friends with Carol, you can’t risk losing her. 

You let yourself look over at the young man who’s been harboring a crush on you since this school year began, feeling a pang in your heart. This is the last time, you tell yourself, and then I’m done leading him on. Carol can buy her own shit, full price. 

But when you hear Heather laughing again, you realize that you’re only lying to yourself. The only thing worse than high school is enduring it alone, and if that means temporarily turning into someone you hate, then so be it. 

March 30, 1986

“EDDIE!”

The shouted word reverberates around Patient 086’s skull as he wakes up suddenly, body trembling from the nightmare and from the headache forming behind his temples. He winces when he opens his eyes, the overhead lighting only enhancing the pain.

“Eddie,” he whispers to himself, letting it melt on his tongue. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” He smiles despite having every other reason not to.

I’m Eddie. My name is Eddie. 

His joy dissipates when he fails to recall whose voice was calling out for him. It’s a balloon that keeps getting whisked away in the wind, just out of reach.

Eddie grits his teeth, overdue tears streaming down his scarred cheeks. I know this–it’s…it’s…

“Fuck.” The swear is all exhalation, hardly any force behind it. His shoulders shake as sobs wrack through him, his quest to remember seemingly still fruitless. He’s so close, but still too far away.

The door to his room swings open without warning, one of the doctors from his earlier scuffle standing in Eddie’s line of vision. It isn’t the one he’d bitten–Dr. Snell–but the one who appeared to be the leader. His mere presence unsettles Eddie, like there’s an invisible evil seeping from his pores.

“086.” An unfriendly grin stretches his lips. “I take it you’re feeling rather…well-rested, yes?” He takes immediate notice of the way Eddie’s hands clench into fists, one by his side and one still cuffed to the gurney. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, 086. Perhaps we should start fresh, now that you’re aware of our non-compliance protocol.”

“Eddie.” Eddie grunts, not daring to make eye contact. “My name is Eddie, not 086.”

The doctor’s eyebrows furrow in momentary confusion before he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Yes, right. I forgot that 055 accessed that memory.” His signature smirk returns as though it never left. “We use numeric identifiers here. Easier to keep track of our patients. So while you may have been Eddie, you’re now 086. Understood?”

But Eddie’s mind remains trained on the doctor’s previous statement. “Someone…accessed my memory?” He curls inward at this privacy violation. A person he didn’t even know was able to see his memories–yet he still couldn’t.

“Very briefly,” the doctor confirms. “It was more difficult than anticipated because you were sleeping. We will require your cooperation for this task.” His arched gray eyebrow informs Eddie that this is not up for discussion. “Be aware that while it is challenging for 055 to access your memories while you’re asleep, it’s not impossible. If you choose to behave as you did earlier, the consequences will be the same.” He holds out a water-filled paper cup and a small container of two pills, chuckling at Eddie’s ambivalence. “Just some ibuprofen for the headache. They’re standard after memory accession.”

Every muscle in Eddie’s body tenses, his already-dry throat feeling like sandpaper. He gulps down the medication, utterly defeated. “C-Can I just ask…why do you need my memories?” What secrets could he possibly hold that interest them enough to steal them from his unconscious brain?

The doctor sighs, weighing the options of honesty and deceit. He speaks after a moment with a carefully curated response. “The place we rescued you from was nowhere you should have been. Nowhere anyone should ever be.” His lips purse in concentration. “We need to know who, if anyone, was with you to ensure their safety and wellbeing.” The doctor lowers his voice as though revealing priceless information. “What if they’re trapped there, 086, just as you were? We can’t know unless you allow us to see.”

Eddie doesn’t miss the faintest smile, disappearing almost as soon as it forms, as though the doctor is proud of his presentation. Like he’s telling an elaborate fictional story rather than insinuating true mortal danger. 

“Okay,” Eddie pauses but agrees, despite the nausea pooling in his stomach. There may have been people with me. Family or friends or anyone links to my past. To who I am, or who I was. “I’ll do it, but I want to see more than just the end. I want happy memories pulled, too. Can 055 do that?” He keeps his voice as insistent as possible, vaguely aware that he just may be making a deal with the Devil himself.  

“Of course she can.” He eyes Eddie’s singular restrained wrist; for a second, Eddie thinks he’s going to let him go, but the man just continues speaking. “I’ll bring her in as soon as she’s ready.”

He’s too quick and too smug in his response, but Eddie has no choice but to believe him. It’s the last bit of hope that he has. 

October 31, 1984

You can hear music blaring before you and Heather even pull up in front of Tina’s house. She’s meticulously checking her lip gloss in her compact mirror, one manicured fingernail scraping around her mouth to remove any nonexistent excess. 

“How do I look?” She asks, eagerly awaiting your opinion. It’s a seemingly stupid question; she always looks gorgeous. It’s almost unfair how beautiful she is, not to mention an impossible comparison standard to which you’ll never measure up. 

She’s truly outdone herself tonight, dressed as Wonder Woman. The corset amplifies her cleavage and the blue barely-there shorts showcase her long legs. Diana Prince’s signature crown is perched atop her hair. 

“Amazing. Billy’s gonna lose his shit.” You smile as she blushes and gets out of your car, excitedly slamming the passenger door behind her. There’s no point in fielding her the same question; she’ll placate you with an untrue compliment that won’t do anything to boost your ego. 

You adjust your black mask and step out, cautiously teetering in your high heels. It was Heather’s idea for you to be Cat Woman, claiming that she couldn’t dress sexily without you, but you feel like a fish out of water. The latex suit just doesn’t look right on your body, or maybe the problem is that your body doesn’t look right in the suit. 

Heather waits as you get your bearings, hooking her arm with yours and bringing you an immediate sense of comfort. This is the Heather Holloway you’ve grown up with, the one who’d encouraged you to face your fears and ride a two-wheeler bike, the one who’d used her own allowance to buy you a new pair of pants when you got your first period in the middle of Sears, the one who’d let you sleep over whenever simmering arguments with your parents reached a boiling point. Regardless of her newfound affiliation with Carol–and Tommy, by default–she’s still your best friend.

Someone lets out a low wolf-whistle as you two walk through Tina’s house and to the backyard. Heather holds her head high while your gaze stays glued to the ground, unwilling to make eye contact with the perpetrator. It’s highly unlikely that the flirtation was intended for you, anyway. 

Outside, the crowd is chanting as Tommy stands beside the keg, propping up a guy in a leather jacket. Heather squeals and tugs on your sleeve excitedly. “That’s Billy!” she exclaims, discreetly pointing to the man currently upside down, guzzling beer like his life depends upon it.

After twenty-two seconds, Billy motions to be lowered back to the ground. Foam spews from his mouth and drips down his chiseled abs, slick with sweat.

“We got ourselves a new…keg…CHAMP!” Tommy announces, slipping a lit cigarette between Billy’s fingers.

Billy takes a triumphant drag, exhaling smoke as he declares, “That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” He looks around the party with a squared jaw, assessing who is impressed by his feat besides the Tommy Hagan-shaped puppy yipping at his heels.

You turn to Heather, trying your best not to roll your eyes while she outwardly swoons. “There’s your Prince Charming,” you mutter, stomach curdling as Billy’s blue eyes flicker up and down her body, a predatory smirk crossing his ale-drenched lips.

Heather saunters over to him with a confidence you haven’t seen from her before. One hand wraps around Billy’s bicep, pulling all of his attention to her. “That was really cool,” she says breathily, biting her lower lip and peering at him through mascaraed lashes.

Billy shakes his mullet of curls, inhaling from the cigarette again before he speaks. “Yeah, well, someone had to breathe life into this shitty excuse for a party.” He sighs and stretches, causing his muscles to ripple underneath his jacket and snaking an arm around her waist to tug her closer. “But it looks like it just got a lot more interesting.”

He’s a walking cliché, the absurdly attractive new kid obnoxiously strutting around like a proud peacock while girls fall at his feet. You can’t blame Heather for being entranced; you just wish she could see through the shiny exterior and realize that, to him, she’s just another pair of panties on his bedroom floor.

An impatient tap on your shoulder draws you from a disbelieving stupor. Carol stands behind you, arms folded across her chest as though she’s irritated with you before you can even say a word.

“Freak’s here,” she reports flatly, shoving a crumpled bill in your palm. “Whatever twenty bucks can buy.”

Right. The second reason you’ve dragged yourself to this party, in addition to being Heather’s loyal sidekick, is to awkwardly flirt your way to a weed discount.

You shuffle back into the house, spotting Nancy Wheeler sloppily ladling jungle juice into a cup, swaying with the beginnings of tipsiness. Your heart sinks; it seems like everyone is enjoying themselves at this party–or is trying to, at least–except for you.

Why are you like this? Why can’t you just be normal and fit in? It was simple for Heather; Mrs. O’Donnell had assigned her and Carol to be lab partners, and within a week, she’d begun her ascent up the social ladder. But you were resistant, remembering Carol’s constant barrage of snide remarks hurled your way, never trusting her the way your best friend did.

“C’mon, don’t you want to be popular? To finally be noticed?” Heather had pressed, eyes shining with the prospects of landing on Hawkins High’s proverbial A-list. “You can’t just let people trample over you for the rest of your life.”

And so you’d tagged along for the ride, only to find that you’d graduated from punching bag to doormat. You did what they asked because they had the power to obliterate your already meager social life, and they knew it. 

That’s why you currently find yourself looking over at Eddie Munson as he digs through his tin lunch box. He takes a handful of bills from Linda Becker and gives her a pre-rolled joint, shoving the cash in his pants pocket. He shakes his mop of curls out of his eyes and moves onto his next customer, a junior who just crushed a Miller Lite can on his head. 

Eddie only sticks around these parties long enough to sell whatever’s in his stash before he slips away; if you put this off any longer, you risk pissing off Carol, which will upset Heather and further strain your friendship. 

You take a deep breath. It’s just some harmless flirting; you’re not proposing marriage, or even sleeping with him. Bat your lashes, tell him he looks nice, ask him about his day, and get some weed. Yeah, you can do this. 

Here goes nothing. 

One hundred eight…one hundred nine…

The squeak of his door opening disrupts Eddie’s meticulous wall tile counting. Annoyance prickles under his skin when he loses focus. He tries not to let it show, keeping up the cooperative façade so the scientists will be willing to give him what he wants–a glimpse into his past. Not just the parts of 086 they deem important, but the smaller moments that comprise him. The parts that make up Eddie.

The man he’d bitten—Dr. Snell—stands in the doorway with what appears to be another patient. She wears a hospital gown identical to his own, and her hair is also cropped close to her scalp. 

Dr. Snell speaks first. “086, this is 055,” he says, gesturing to the young woman to his right. Eddie tries to get a better look at her, but it proves to be more difficult than he’d anticipated. She doesn’t allow her gaze to meet his as though she’s afraid to be seen; ironic, considering she’d infiltrated his mind just hours earlier. 

“Um, hi,” Eddie sputters awkwardly, not quite sure how to navigate this unique introduction. Thanks for uncovering my memories? Sorry for whatever you find in there? Also, if you could look past the bloody mess and let me know who the kid screaming my name was, I’d really appreciate it?

He sighs when you offer only silence in response, using his untethered hand to scratch a spot on his scalp where his hair is shaved a bit too close. Impatience gnaws in his chest. “So, uh, we gonna get started on this memory pulling thing?”

Dr. Snell nods, hesitantly making his way to Eddie’s bedside. “086, I am going to remove your restraints. When I do, I expect you to continue giving us your full cooperation. Is this understood?” He conspicuously fiddles with a button hanging from a cord around his neck; Eddie can only assume it’s used to page the other scientists in an emergency. 

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good.” The doctor pulls a key from his pocket and plunges it in the slot that joins the clamps together. The metal digs into Eddie’s wrist before the pressure disappears altogether, and he exhales a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

“Now,” Dr. Snell continues, turning to 055, “you will continue revealing 086’s memories of the Nether. You’re going to determine who else was there and what they may have seen.” He ticks off the two agenda items on his pointer and middle fingers as though it’s a simple task. 

Eddie watches as 055 pulls up a chair across from him, still avoiding making eye contact until it’s absolutely necessary. “Sit up.” It’s an order, but a polite one, and Eddie follows it without a second thought. “I need you to take the memory I pulled and think about pushing it to the surface of your mind. Do your best to focus only on that, and it’ll make my job a lot easier.” 

There’s a familiar cadence to 055’s voice, her last sentence laced with both honesty and a hint of humor. Eddie’s surprised to find himself relaxing a bit, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. He reflexively closes his eyes. 

“N-No…leave them open.”

His eyelids flutter open, embarrassment pinkening his cheeks as though this was something he should have known. He concentrates on the already-fading memory of the boy shouting for him, biting into his lower lip so hard that it draws a bit of blood. The metallic taste stirs something within him, his ribs suddenly aching where they’re scarring.

An earthy scent overtakes his next inhale, a stark contrast from the sterile lab environment. Eddie’s moving too fast to be on foot, the bicycle wheels spinning across dirt and sinking into the mud as he frantically pedals. Something weighs on his back, but he can’t reach back to feel what it is.

He leaps off of the bike without warning, faintly hearing it clatter in the distance, but it’s quickly drowned out by violent shrieking. The sound tornadoes around him as he grabs the items from behind him: a makeshift spear and a garbage pail lid with nails driven through it. 

Clang! Clang! 

The flying objects ricochet off of the lid, the spikes not impaling them enough to do much damage. The shield begins to bend under their impact, but Eddie continues swinging with all of his might. His grunts are barely audible over the screeching bat-like creatures. His chest tightens as he musters up his remaining strength and courage, bellowing into the wind.

“COME ON!!!”

The scream provides no intimidation; it only further depletes his already-limited energy. He pauses for a second to take another breath, but his air supply is cut off by a barbed tail wrapping around his throat.

Eddie instinctively drops the spear to unravel the beast’s grasp from his neck, but he knows it’s too late. He’s done for. While he wrestles with the bat, others latch onto him and drag him to the ground to feast on his flesh. 

“EDDIE!”

The boy.

Eddie hears him over the blood pounding in his ears, willing him to stay away, go back to safety, but shock has rendered him wordless. 

And then the shrieking stops, leaving only the sounds of his own ragged breathing.

“Eddie!” The boy’s voice is quieter but still panicked, his face coming into view as he tends to Eddie’s wounds. Shiny braces adorn his teeth and mucus muffles his speech. “Oh my God, Eddie.”

Eddie can only look straight into the misty darkness, unable to move his body. “‘S bad, huh?” he manages through terse lips. 

“No, nononono, you’re gonna be fine,” the boy sputters, trying to convince himself more than Eddie, “we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie agrees too easily, feeling the fight leaving him with each passing second. 

The two of them grunt in frustration and agony as Eddie uses his friend as a crutch, but he knows it’s no use. There isn’t any sense in this kid wasting his precious energy saving him from his inevitable demise. 

“Just give me a second, okay?” Blood pools in Eddie’s throat; he swallows it down and forces a small smile. This is it. He has nothing left to give. 

His gaze meets the boy’s, and they share an understanding glance. There’s nothing that either of them can do: Eddie is going to die. 

“I didn’t run away this time, right?”

“No, nonono. You didn’t run,” the boy reassures him with a swift shake of his head, his curls held in place by a thick band. 

Eddie grabs his hand, shiny eyes flitting over so he can drive home his point before it’s too late. “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” 

“No, you’re gonna do that yourself!”

“Nah, man.” He needs this; he needs this promise fulfilled before he can fully let go. “Say you’re gonna look after them.”

The boy almost starts to deny it again, but Eddie’s steadily loosening grip informs him that his time is limited. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna look after them…” he chokes out, no longer able to look Eddie in the eyes. 

“Good.” Haziness engulfs him, blurring his thoughts into a swirl of memories that has no beginning or end. “Because I’m actually gonna graduate…” He punctuates the statement with a small snort as he laughs through the pain. 

The boy lets out a strained cry, pity and sadness and the early stages of grief rolled into one small sound. 

“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year.” Eddie’s eyes glaze over; with his final breath, he ekes out a promise of his own. “I love you, man.”

“I love you, too.”

It’s the last thing he hears before the world goes black. 

Eddie’s eyes snap open now, the dull roar of a headache barely affecting him. The present bleeds into the past, tile and disinfectant replacing dirt and overgrown moss. He blinks a few times to adjust. 

“H-Henderson,” he stammers, looking between you and Dr. Snell. “My friend—Henderson—he was with me there. Dustin Henderson!” He snaps his fingers excitedly, pushing away the discomfort from the rapid movements. “I think we go to school together. Oh, my God, Dustin Henderson!” He laughs aloud, beaming from ear to ear. He remembers Dustin Henderson’s name, which means other memories of him can’t be far behind. 

Eddie turns back to you as you wipe away the trail of blood under your nose, speaking so eagerly that he’s tripping over his words. “Okay, I’m gonna—I’m gonna keep thinking about him, and you pull more memories.” He looks you directly in the eyes, emotion written all over his own. “His name is Dustin Henderson. Got it?”

Before you can answer, the doctor cuts in. “I’m afraid that’s all we have time for today, 086.” He doesn’t seem apologetic in the least, practically baring his teeth in a sinister grin. 

“N-No, he said—he promised,” Eddie sputters, feeling increasingly pathetic. 

Dr. Snell shakes his head. “Who’s ‘he?’” he sneers. “I don’t recall making any promises to you.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest. 

“The other doctor—he said that she,” Eddie glances at you, “could pull more memories. Good ones.”

Your blood runs cold; this is the first you’re hearing of this, and you suspect it’s one of Dr. Moseley’s many empty promises designed to foster compliance and break spirits. 

Eddie’s throat goes bone-dry and his stomach curdles as the doctor says nothing more, cuffs him back to the bed, and leads you away from the room. You look back for a split second, briefly making eye contact with him, but quickly turn around. 

Please, Eddie begs silently, please help me remember. There had to be some good in my life, and I need to know what it was. 

Cynicism chips away at his waning hope as you get farther down the hall until he can no longer hear your clipped conversation with the doctor, your presence becoming a memory in itself. 

Your time in the lab thus far has been spent obeying orders and doing your best to remain inconspicuous whenever your services are not needed. Your allegiance, coupled with your refusal to make waves, is what’s kept you from experiencing the scientists’ wrath. Silent unless spoken to. 

Guilt gnaws at your insides, churning bile in your stomach, and you know what you have to do. 

“Dr. Snell, I have to use the restroom.” You push the words out in a single breath, lungs tightening when he actually stops in his tracks and faces you. Skepticism is written all over his face, and with good reason, but you double down on your statement with the three words that fluster nearly every man: “Got my period.”

Sure enough, his cheeks turn magenta as he sputters, “Yeah, yes, of course.” He steps aside as you rush back towards the bathroom, your urgency very much real though the excuse is a blatant lie. You stand behind the door and silently count to five, peering out to ensure that the coast is clear. There’s no sign of Dr. Snell–or any of the scientists, for that matter–so you make your way to Eddie’s room, cursing the soft noise your bare feet make on the tile floor. 

Turn back. Don’t risk your safety to play the hero. 

If you’re caught, there will be repercussions. You could easily find yourself strapped to the bed or thrown in isolation for days on end; all of the trust you’d built up with the authorities will be tossed in an instant. 

Something propels you forward; perhaps it’s the desire to do what’s right, but you know it’s mostly the guilt of what happened between you two, whether he remembers or not. 

“Ed—086,” you quickly amend, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Eddie looks around, disoriented and fighting the post-accession headache. 

“Y-Yeah?”

You tiptoe closer to him, doing your best to ignore how vulnerable he looks right now. If you think about it too much, you might cry. “You need to obey the doctors, especially Dr. Moseley,” you say. 

“Why?” Eddie spits back. “I tried, and they fucked me over. Why should I help them?”

You lean over and tug on the handcuff. “You see this? Notice how I don’t have one?” You shake your free wrist to emphasize the point. “That’s because I do as I’m told and fall in line.”

“This whole place is a goddamn prison,” he retorts, rolling his eyes. “Who cares if I’m strapped to the bed or not? Where the hell am I gonna go?”

“You’re not hearing me.” You want to scream, and it takes everything inside you to hold back. “The less trouble you give them, the less they’ll watch over you, and the more I can access your memories. The ones you want to remember.”

This throws a temporary wrench into his anger, scowl softening until he recalls how he’d recently been tricked. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice—”

You cut him off, grabbing his one free hand without warning. Staring into his fear-filled eyes, you pull a memory, though he doesn’t know that it’s easily accessible because it’s one of your memories, too. 

That’s a conversation for another day. 

The smell of stale beer and unfiltered cigarette smoke clouds the bar while a band of four boys plays onstage. Eddie has one ring-clad hand wrapped around the electric guitar’s neck and the other strumming intensely as he launches into the song’s chorus. 

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls!

He turns around and faces the drummer, grinning headbanging along to the beat. The kid behind the drumset is a bit younger than he is, and considerably more nervous, but Eddie’s encouragement allows him to lose himself in the music. 

You end the memory before present-day Eddie can hear the applause; you know you were the one cheering the loudest that night, and you can’t let him recognize you. 

“There will be a lot more of that if you fly under the radar and give them a reason to back off,” you tell him, plucking a thin tissue from a nearby box to clean your nose. “Trust me, they don’t want to watch over you 24/7. They have bigger issues they need to deal with.”

Trust me. The last time he trusted you, it destroyed him, whether he remembers it or not. This is your chance to make it right. 

“Just think about it,” you plead, adrenaline waning and anxiety drawing you back to your room. “Help me help you.”

You leave him with even more questions than he had before. Hopefully, that’s incentive enough. 

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Bad Idea Right?

*inspired by the song ‘Bad Idea Right?’ by Olivia Rodrigo.

*Language, smut, violence, breakup, alcohol consumption* Billy Butcher x reader

It’s been a few months since you left the boys. The direction Butcher was leading the group was a surefire plan to get you all killed and you wanted nothing to do with it. Convincing Butcher to take a moment to mull plans over instead of going in guns blazing was a tall order, one that ultimately made you decide that a relationship with him was not worth your life. You tried to convince the rest of the gang to leave but all that got you was a bunch of noes and a broken heart. Butcher, even with all his asshole ways, held your heart in his hand and it hurt to walk away from him. At least you have Annie keeping you company.

-Wyd 2nite?

Tearing your eyes away from the TV as you lounged on the dingy bed of your motel room Grace Mallory stashed you in, you typed out your response to Annie.

-nm, u?

-wanna meet up w Kimiko n go out?

-yass!

You and Annie meet up with Kimiko just outside of a nightclub. After you gather and exchange hugs, you go in and begin drinking and dancing to the heavy bass playing on the stereo. Multicolored lights flash all around you as you allow yourself to succumb to the party atmosphere. After the song ends, the three of you spot a booth off in the corner of the club and make your way there, stopping at the bar to refill your drinks. The three of you catch up. Annie was still in Vought Tower, Kimiko still working with Frenchie and The Boys. Kimiko gives a recount of how everyone else was doing in the group, including Butcher.

‘He really misses you.’ Kimiko signs. ‘We all really miss you. You should come back.’ You shake your head.

“No, I think it’s better for me to stay away. Butchers gonna get someone killed.” You could feel vibration coming from your phone in the pocket of your dress. Lifting it in front of your blurry eyes you blink a few times to clear them. You try to make out the name but it’s an unknown number, you declined the call.

“Besides, he probably hates me now.” Vibration came from your phone again. *Decline* Another call from the unknown number.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n. I don’t think-” Annie begins to say but then you interject,

“I’m sorry, I gotta take this. This asshole keeps calling me.” Walking out of the club, you answer the call and before you can talk, you hear a gruff voice on the other line,

“Y/n?” You’d recognize that voice from anywhere. The last time you heard him speak was four months ago when you told him you were breaking up with him.

“Y/n, you there?”

“Butcher?”

“I need your help.”

“What happened?”

“I’m hurting real bad. I need you to come help me.”

“If you’re really that hurt-”

“Y/n, please.” You hear the desperation in his voice. He never begs for anything; he must be down bad. You let out an exasperated sigh and then *click*.

“Butcher? Billy?” You look at the phone screen and see that the call has ended. *ping* An address pops up on your phone. You sigh again. Tapping the edge of your phone on your forehead in frustration, you make your decision. You meet up with Annie and Kimiko and tell them that you’ll catch up with them later, you’ve got something you have to deal with. Rather, someone. But you didn’t dare tell them that.

Hailing a cab and telling the driver the address, you kept thinking this was not a good idea. From what you heard from the gang; Butcher did not take the breakup well. He broke things, drank more, and pushed everyone to their breaking point. MM had to leave the group to regain his sanity, only to return shortly after leaving. Kimiko recounted that Butcher was better when you were around. So why the hell was he calling you if you caused him so much pain? Watching the progression of your map marker reach its destination on Google Maps, your heart began to beat harder in your chest. The car stopped outside of a tall brick building. Tipping the cab driver you made your way in, texting Butcher and asking which level and unit he was in.

Trekking up the steps, heart pounding in your chest, the blurriness in your eyes from the booze now cleared, you made your way to his door. *knock, knock, knock* The door swung open, and across the threshold was Billy Butcher. Still the same handsome man you turned to putty for not too long ago. He stood before you shirtless, clad in green sweatpants. Your mouth went dry, and the screaming thoughts in your brain telling you to march right back down those steps ceased. The two of you just stood there, staring at each other.

“You uhh… gonna let me in or what?” Butcher blinks and then makes an opening for you to slip through. Hearing the soft click of the door shut behind you, you take in the emptiness of his studio apartment. The only furniture in the room was a pull-out bed with tangled sheets, coffee table covered in empty alcohol bottles and a box TV on a beat-up nightstand. You feel guilty for a moment as when the two of you were together, the apartment you lived in never got to this state.

“You said you were hurt?” You said as you turned around to face Butcher. He just stands there, holding a sweating beer bottle in his hand, eyes scanning you up and down. His eyes settle on your cleavage. You snap your fingers to get his attention. It works.

“What did you need help with?” Butcher explains that he needed to be patched up on his back. Turning him around you see that it’s scratches with some gravel lodged in the deeper lacerations. Most of the wounds were superficial, and none of them needed sutures.

“Jesus what did you do tonight, Butcher?”

“Got in a tussle. You gon help me or not?”

“Yeah, turn around.” As you begin cleaning the wounds on Butcher's back, your thoughts then return telling you that you should not be here and you should have gotten MM to clean his back up. After using a tweezer to pull out the small bits of gravel from his back, you grabbed a paper towel and doused it with hydrogen peroxide.

“This is gonna sting.” Before you got a reply out of him, Butcher hissed at the light dabbing you placed on his wounds with the paper towel. As he hissed, you saw the muscles in Butcher's back tense, reminding you of the times he had you on your back and was fucking up into you, head cradled in the crook of your neck, giving you a perfect view of his shoulders and back. You shake your head.

“Okay all done. Be more careful next time.” Throwing the used items in the trash bag and make your way to the bathroom to wash your hands in the bathroom sink. Splashing cold water on your face, makeup be damned, attempting to slow down the growing desire in your core. Walking out of the bathroom, you spot a Hawaiian shirt on the floor, torn and bloody. You look down to inspect it.

“Aw man, this was the shirt I gave you for your birthday. It’s fucked.” You see Butcher pouring two glasses of amber-colored liquor, and he offers you a glass.

“My favorite shirt.” He replies. You shake your head to decline the drink, but Butcher, being who he is, insists. Yanking the glass out of his hand and downing the amber liquid in one gulp, you set the glass down on the counter. You give him a brief goodbye and walk toward the door. Butcher grabs your wrist; you turn and see a silent plea in his eyes. Your brain screaming at you to fly down those steps and out of the building, your heart telling you to be in his arms again. He’s not good for you, he’ll get you killed.

Fuck it, it's fine. You pull Butcher down into a feverish kiss. His mouth met yours with as much passion. You both shuffle to the edge of the pull-out bed, and you push Butcher backward. He falls back easily, letting you take the lead. You go to remove your dress when Butcher places his hands on yours and assists you in pulling it over your head. Once the garment was removed, you straddle Butcher and continue kissing him with the same fiery passion as before, his hands roaming all over your exposed form. You sit up and rock your hips against his, generating some friction for your needy core. Locking eyes with him, you see that Butcher's hazel iris is now covered by his pupils, eyes entirely covered in black. After a few more hip gyrations, Butcher pulls you back down to kiss you. He poured everything into the kiss, tongues, and teeth clashing. You pull away from Butcher and help him lower his sweatpants. Once free, you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and pump it a few times then line it up to your core, rubbing the tip along your slit. Butcher moans. As you sank down on him, you feel your cunt stretch to take all of him in. Once at full hilt, you take a moment to pause to get used to feeling him inside you again. Butcher sat up and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, wiping a few tears you didn’t realize were falling.

“I’ve missed you luv.” Butcher said as he stared into your eyes. It was as if he was looking into your soul, searching for something. You leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his lips as you began moving yourself on his cock. Butcher groaned, wrapping one hand around the back of your head and wrapped the other around your waist. The two of you moved in sync, you grind your hips to meet his light thrusts, gasps and moans filling the apartment. You feel the coil in your belly begin to tighten, Butcher felt it too. He then flips the two of you over to where you’re lying on your back and he’s positioned above you, grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he began to quicken his pace.

“Billy, don’t’ stop… I’m close.” You pant. Butcher takes his right hand and begins to rub circles around your clit, which pushed you over the edge. Butcher follows shortly after, spilling his cum into you with a roar. The two of you lay on the bed, fighting to catch your breath. After a few moments, you get up from the bed to get dressed. Looking for your dress under the bed, Butcher reaches his hand out and gently places it on top of yours. You look up at him and he says,

“Stay with me.” The internal struggle was real at this moment. Your brain tells you to leave, that this man was no good, but you loved Butcher. In the end, your heart won the battle, and you climbed in next to Butcher, snuggling up next to his side. Butcher whispered sweet nothings into your ear, promising you all the things that he said he would do from now on, and that he loved you. Silence fell between you. Just before Butcher fell asleep, you said,

“You know, Annie was proud of me for getting out. She’s gonna be pissed to hear that we’re back together.” Butcher turns his head to look at you.

“What’re you gonna tell her?”

“Oh, I dunno… maybe that I tripped and fell into your bed.” the two of you chuckle before falling into a restful sleep.

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Take It Out On Me Part 8 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: 🫠

Warnings: Dom Steddie and plus size sub reader and all that that implies! (I regret nothing!). Smut for sure. Degrading (whore, brat, slut I believe), slapping, choking, handcuffs 🫠, DP, overstimulation as a punishment. Jealous Steddie especially Steve, Steve and Billy fight (mentions of the aftermath), angsty feels with a dash of fluff near the end!

Word count: 5668

After that night at Steve’s house, the next few months felt like they flew by; for you anyway. When you weren’t with the guys or Masie, you were busy with school and basketball. By the time December rolled around, you were ecstatic for the upcoming winter break. 

Since you had been helping them with their schoolwork, Steve had finally taken you up on your offer to sit with you and your friend at lunch. Masie hated it at first but after noticing the turnaround he had made from last year she started to actually enjoy his presence. 

“It makes no fucking sense.”, Steve whined as he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“It’s science. None of it makes sense.”, she giggles. 

“I’m afraid I can’t help you too much with that. I mean I have my notes but physics isn’t my forte. Eddie may know something.”

“Munson is into science fiction. Not the same thing.”

“Eh, it feels like it is.”, Masie shrugs as she looks over her own work. 

A gentle sigh left your chest as you felt Steve’s legs lean against yours under the table. It was so hard for you to keep your hands off them at school and it seemed to be just as equally hard for them. One day during your free period, Steve pulled you into a nearby closet outside of the gym and fucked you against the wall as you tried not to scream, giving yourselves away. 

After a heated D&D session during a Hellfire club meeting, Eddie bent you over the table and pounded into you until you were quiet literally begging him to stop because you had cum too many times.

Of course, after the rough, the calm followed. One weekend, they took you to see the new Wes Craven movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street, that freaked Steve out but Eddie thought was amazing. Eddie took you to your first concert just outside of town and you had a blast listening to Dio live. Your favorite part though was being able to fall asleep next to him at his trailer afterwards. He looked so peaceful when he slept and all the anxieties he seemed to carry just disappeared.

Steve took you to a play at the theater and even bought you a beautiful dress that you loved. When the production started, he seemed bored until you held his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head as you smiled.

The sound of the bell shook you back into the moment as the three of you headed to your next class. This particular class you and Steve had together but you also shared it with Billy who continued to make the boy’s life hell. Today was different, however. Instead of coming in and flirting with you like he usual did, Billy angrily sauntered in and threw his body into the chair next to you. 

Anger was just radiating off him which is something you had seen in with Eddie and Steve. It wasn’t just a normal type of anger but one mixed with pain.

“Can I help you?”, he snapped. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him. 

“Are…are you alright?”

“Like you fucking care.”

“Hey!”, Steve growled. “Don’t talk to her that way.”

Billy glared at the boy as class begun. About halfway through you felt a light tap on your shoulder as a note slid across your desk. 

I’m sorry if I scared you, pretty girl. Just had a rough morning.

You turn your head to see him gently smiling at you, his blue eyes shimmering as they meet yours. 

You don’t scare me. You just aren’t displaying your usual arrogance is all.”

Billy chuckles as he leans back in his seat, writing something down before handing the paper back to you.

God, baby, do I love your attitude. 

ARE you alright?

My dad and I had a disagreement…about respect.

Your heart breaks slightly as you glance at him again. Just like Eddie and Steve, he seemed to have a shitty dad but unlike them it didn’t seem like he wanted to try and become a better man. If anything, you imagined his father probably carried the same demeanor Billy did.

You handed the note back to him without writing anything in return and he huffed a bit before passing it back to you. 

I can probably teach you a thing or two about respect, baby girl. If you’d let me. I assure you a bitch like Steve Harrington can only teach beautiful women like yourself that there are better men out there who can satisfy and take care of you. 

As the bell rung you crumpled the note and threw it at his chest as you rose to your feet. When your eyes met Steve’s firey ones you knew you were in trouble. 

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“Tina is having a party tonight. Are we going or…?”

“That is the vaguest invite I’ve ever gotten to a party.”, you giggle as you place the book in your hands back onto the shelf. “Who’s Tina?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. Fucking Tina!”, Masie smiles. “It’s supposed to be a big thing. Eddie will be there.”, she teases as you roll your eyes. 

You follow behind her as she continues to walk forward, heading towards the next aisle of books in the library when suddenly a ringed hand darted out from a dark room and pulled you in, closing the door. 

“Jesus! You scared me.” You breathed a sigh of relief as your eyes landed on Eddie and Steve. 

“Good. You should be scared. What were you and Billy Hargrove talking about?”, the metalhead asked. 

Your eyes lulled towards the other boy full of annoyance. “First off, tattle tell. Second, nothing. He yelled at me before class and just wanted to apologize.”

“That guy isn’t the type to apologize, Y/N.”

“Harrington, you didn’t tell me he yelled at her.”

“Hey, I got on him, alright? And even if he was ‘just apologizing’ like she claims then why were they going back and forth until the bell rang? He definitely said more than that.”

Your eyes met Eddie’s as understanding flashed through them. 

“Ah. I see. Seems they were talking about you, Stevie.”

“What about me?” The boy stepped back so his friend could take over as he loomed over you. “Answer the question. What the fuck did that asshole say?”

“Please…let it go. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Oh. Okay, I get it. You think he’s better than me, hm?”

“I didn’t say that!”

Steve hand gripped your throat as he walked you back towards the wall. “Then what are you saying?”

“Why does it matter, Daddy? He’s not important.”

“It matters, little girl, because I say it does. Now…this is the last chance I’m giving you before we raise the blinds and spank you in front of all these people outside.”

You sighed as your head hung, telling him everything Billy had said. While you were talking, Steve’s palm had slide down your arm and steadily began tightening his grip as he got angrier. 

Eddie noticed the panicked look in your eyes as he stepped forward. “Ok, Harrington. She did good and answered you. Loosen your hold or let her go, man.” 

The boy blinked back into the moment, releasing you before opening the door to the study room and disappearing. 

“I just didn’t want to hurt him.”

“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie pulled you into his arms. “I know. He’ll cool down by tonight. What did you want to do tonight, by the way? I was thinking we could rent a movie or something.”

“I can’t come over tonight. Masie invited me to go to a party with her.”

The boy pulled back from your embrace and sat on the table in front of you as he crossed his arms. “You didn’t say anything about a party before.”

“She just told me about it. I don’t know the host but it could be fun. You guys should come.”

“So, you’re going to a party at someone’s house you don’t know filled with people who have bullied you and hurt you at the last party you went to?”

Your eyes scanned his annoyed demeanor. “What the problem, Eddie?” His eyebrows raised as your jaw tightened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Thank you. The problem is I don’t think you should go. You have all the popular assholes and I’m sure this other douchebag will be there.”

“Then come with me and show him who I belong to.”

Eddie sighs as he shakes his head. “No.”

A growl emits from your throat and his head snaps up to look at you. “Did Steve tell you that Billy calls me names like ‘pretty girl’ and ‘baby girl’ to? Hell, he shouts it in the fucking hallway. Why are you both still afraid to be seen with me at school?”

“First of all, you watch you tone when you’re speaking to me. Second, we are not afraid to be seen with you.”

“Oh please! Yeah, Steve sits with us at lunch but people think it’s because we’re dorks who help him with his homework. You guys didn’t even sit with me in our classes. Billy did.”

“I see. Then why don’t you go fuck him then!”

“Don’t test me, Eddie. I am NOT that shy girl anymore.” You both glare at each other. “You may be in charge of me or whatever but I deserve to be shown off.”

When he doesn’t respond, you huff out of the study room on a mission. 

“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been looking—”

You pass by Masie out of the library and into the parking lot where you find Billy smoking a cigarette by his car. 

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Do you want to go to a party with me tonight?!”

“Whoa. Um…yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.”

When you turn back around, you find Eddie, Steve, and Masie staring at you like you’ve gone insane. As you head back and grab your friend’s arm, you address them. “I deserve to be seen. I’m tired of everything being unclear!”

You were playing with fire but to you it was worth it.

############

“Wow. You look breath taking.” 

You smiled as Billy held his car door open for you. Tonight, you decided to go all out wearing a beautiful short sleeve dress that cut off just above your knee. The top was black and the skirt was a bright purple with a belt cutting the colors in half in the middle. Instead of wearing Eddie’s jacket, you decided on a black jacket of your own that still showed off your curves. Thankfully, your parents were out of town this weekend so they wouldn’t make you wear something else. 

The entire drive to Tina’s, Billy kept glancing over at your body.

“How, um, how are things with your dad? Did he still get on your case when you got home?”

He chuckled until he realized you were genuinely asking. “Oh, uh, no. They weren’t home and my stepsister is out with friends so no one to get on my case.”, he winks. 

“I get that. Is your mom a bit of hard ass as well?”

“No. Susan is alright.” You noticed his tone change so you decided to leave it there. “What about you?”

“My parents can be strict but nothing too dramatic.”

“Hm. How do they feel about you and King Steve?”

“There’s nothing between me and Steve.”

“Uh huh. Sure, honey. I’m not an idiot and I’m not blind. He obviously has a thing for you and vise versa. What I don’t get is why neither of you makes a move. Is it because of that long haired dude everyone calls a freak? I’ve seen you talk to him to. Keeping your options open?”

You exhale at his line of questioning, mostly because it’s loaded with condescension towards Steve and Eddie.

“I assume that’s why you invited me to this party. Hey, I’m not upset. I’ve told you before I’m more than happy to show you how a real man treats a queen like you, gorgeous.”

As soon as he pulls up to the house, you recognize Eddie’s van immediately. You look around for him and Steve, oddly feeling lonely that they weren’t beside you. Billy leads you into the kitchen and hands you a cup filled with bitter liquid. He laughs as you cough and rubs your back. 

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle your alcohol, baby girl!”, he shouts over the music. Some of the other kids swarm around him including Tommy. 

“Wow, Y/N. Getting around I see.”

Billy glares at him as he pulls the boy by the collar. “Hey! You show the lady some respect, asshole.”

Tommy holds up his hands in defense as he and some of the other boys head outside with Billy in tow. You refill your cup and slosh it back before following after them. As they set him up in front of keg, a strong cologne smell you’ve come to enjoy fills the air. 

“Having a good time?” Steve stands beside you as he watches the display before him. 

“I would hope so especially since I told her not to come.” Eddie snapped the lighter closed after lighting the cigarette in his mouth. 

“Yeah and then you told me I should just fuck him so…”, you shrug.

“Hm. Well you’ll have to tell us if he lives up to that promise of ‘being a better man that can satisfy you’.” 

You feel the tears sting your eyes as they speak. 

“Eddie told me what you said about wanting to be seen. I guess taking you on dates in town and spending time with you outside of school isn’t enough. We should smack a name tag on you or something that says ‘Eddie and Steve’s girl.’” When he finally turns to look at you, his eyes fully drink you in. “Still can’t just fucking be, can we?”

“Harrington!”, Billy saunters over with beer dribbling down his abs. “You had your chance. Pretty girl said she wanted to spend tonight with me. Go play with someone else.”

Eddie’s fists clench at his sides as he stops himself from punching the man in front him for putting his hands on you. You were theirs. Billy was touching something that belonged to them and what was worse was you didn’t move away or recoil at his touch but instead walked back inside the house with him.

After that moment, the tension in the air hangs between the three of you that no one else seems to notice. While you sit on the couch with your date, your eyes dart around, watching Steve dance with another girl while another flirtatiously runs her hand along Eddie’s chest as he leans in close to talk to her over the music. 

Angrily, you rise from your seat and head towards the kitchen to get more fuel for what you were about to do. 

“Hey! Hey, hey. You don’t need any more.” Billy reaches over trying to take the now empty up cup from your hand. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

His gorgeous blue eyes narrow down at as he smirks, bumping you with his chest as he gradually walks you back towards the counter. 

“Do you want me to?”

Your lips attach to his as you cling to his neck. He tasted better then you thought he would but the overpowering hint of nicotine was almost too much. Eddie tasted like cigarettes but he was a delicious mix of other things that drove you crazy. Steve’s lips always lingered with you even after you stopped kissing him. The best way to describe his taste was just that it was Steve. You could kiss them both until your own lips went numb. With Billy, you couldn’t remove his mouth from yours fast enough. 

They trailed down your neck as his strong palms gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the countertop. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he grinded against your center. When you opened your eyes they met Eddie’s as he leaned against the fridge watching with his arms folded. He glanced out into the living room before turning to face you again, rising 3 fingers in the air. A shaky breath left you as he began counting down and as soon as he hit zero, Steve came into view. 

He asked the metalhead what he was doing before turning to you. Your pussy fluttered as you watched the fire quickly build in his eyes. 

“Billy…”, you whispered as Steve confidently strides towards you both.

“Yeah, baby?”

The man grabs his shoulder, yanking him around before punching him in the face. As he flies towards the opposite counter, Steve roughly grips your waist and places you on your feet, shoving you towards Eddie and out of the way. 

Billy laughs sarcastically as he stands to face him, taking a swing of his own as the boy tucks out of the way and hits him again. The other man grabs a nearby cup throwing the liquid in Steve’s face before punching him in the stomach. 

“No!” You lurch forward but Eddie grips your arm, pulling you back as he steps forward to take over. Coming from behind he grips the man’s arms, tugging him off of his friend. 

“Now, William, if you can’t fight fair then we won’t either.”

Steve stands to his full height and grabs Billy’s collar. “No more nicknames. No more hitting on her. No more even looking in her direction. She belongs to people already and you’re not one of them. Do I make myself clear?” The boy glares at him as his jaw tightens causing Steve to punch him again. “I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Good boy.” He pats his cheek as Eddie tosses him to the ground. Steve bypasses you as the metalhead grabs your arm and follows him out the front door towards his van. 

“You’re hurting me, Sir.” Your tone is feeble as you try and tug yourself out of his grasp. 

“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? Calling me by my title like she knows how to follow instructions.”

They open the backdoors of the van and all but lift you inside before slamming the doors shut. As Eddie starts to drive down the road you sit behind his seat as you cling to your knees. You glance at Steve who’s still fuming as he glares out the windshield. You can’t help the tears that fall as you notice a cut that’s bleeding above his cheekbone near his eye where Billy had hit him. His attire still completely trenched in red punch. 

Steve’s eyes flick down towards you before he focuses his attention back to the window. “Save those tears, Y/N. We’re about to give you a real reason to fucking cry.”

“Daddy…I’m…I’m sorry.”

“No, little girl, but you will be.”

###########

As soon as you got three got back to Steve’s house, he pulled you out of the van and pushed you through the house till you reached his bedroom. 

“I think you should take over until I’ve calmed down a bit.”

“You. Sit.” Eddie gestures towards the bed and you immediately do as your told. “Do you want me to take care of his welt on your face?”

“No, dude. Not yet. Let her continue to see what her stupid fucking actions did.”, he spits as he takes a seat in his desk chair.

They expected to see you pout but when you squared your shoulders, it surprised them. “You were flirting with other girls to. I saw it!”

“Oh? You saw us kissing on other girls? Grinding our dicks between their legs?” You hung your head at Eddie’s words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you fucking whore. Now shut the fuck up while I talk to Harrington here.”

“You also invited him and rode with him to Tina’s house. Who knows what else you did with him before you got there!”

“Nothing, Daddy! I swear!”

The metalhead digs through some of the other man’s things and finds what he is looking for. He marches up to you, tearing the duct tape from the role and placing it over your mouth. 

“Shut. Up.” He turns to Steve. “What were you thinking? Spanking?”

“I don’t know…she might enjoy that too much.”

“I know something she won’t enjoy.” A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he disappears heading outside towards his van. 

Steve’s eyes penetrate yours as you both wait. “So did he prove himself? Show you what a real man can do for a girl like you?” He chuckled when you shook your head. “That’s a shame. Makes all this drama seem like a waste. You fucking hurt me tonight. Way more than this.” He points to the cut on his face. 

“I—we--- missed you so fucking much while you were in New York this summer. We talked about you all the time. ‘Oh, when Y/N gets back maybe we can take her here.’ Or ‘Yeah, I think Y/N would enjoy this.’ Then you come back and we take fucking care of you yet it’s not enough?!” He sighs as Eddie enters the room again. “I’m sorry we apparently haven’t been clear enough about how much we fucking like you. Or maybe we made a mistake in trying this you because WE aren’t enough.”

You felt like absolute garbage. Steve was right. Since you had come home, they had done so much for you, showing you time and again how much they cared for you. Yeah, they didn’t parade you around school but they did spend time with you there; Steve sitting with you and befriending Masie while Eddie had even invited you to watch him and his friends play D & D in their Hellfire club. Literally the alternative would be to smack a name tag on you showing that they owned you. How had you never noticed before?

Eddie sat by your side as he removed the tape and tossed it on the floor. “Have you ever heard of the stop light system?” You shook your head as the tears cascaded down your face. “Green is good, Yellow is slow down, and usually Red is stop but in our case it’s Vanilla. So for example, right now, I’m seeing you cry like that and it’s scaring me a bit so I’m going to ask you what color you feel you are at right now.”

You wipe your face, turning to face him. “Green, Sir. I just… I feel so selfish.”

Eddie nods as he reaches for your wrists and clicks a set of handcuffs around one of them. “Too tight?”

“No, Sir. Thank you.”

He lifts your dress over your head before guiding you back against the pillows and chaining you to Steve’s headboard. His fingers gently remove your shoes tossing your clothes to the floor. 

His palms run down your skin as he watches your face. 

“Why do you feel selfish, little girl?”

“Because…Daddy is right. You both…have—”

While you were speaking, Eddie had slid his hand between your legs and had began pressing slow circle into your clit.

“Go on.”

“You both h-h-have been good to me—mmm—since I got hom-m-me.” He had gradually picked up his pace making you moan. “Why?”

“Why have we been good to you?”

You shook your head. “Why are you—mmm—making me f-feel good?”

“Good question, Munson.”, Steve squinted towards his friend.

“Watch the master work, Harrington.”, he winks. “Speaking off, can you grab the thing in my backpack. You’ll know it when you see it.” He chuckles as your body trembles and you cum. “I got the idea when I fucked her on our D &D table and that night we were trying not to bore her. I did some research and apparently, it’s very effective.”

“Eddie…please…”, you beg. You know where he’s headed with this. Rolling his eyes, he smacks you lightly across the face. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Still fucking apologizing instead of just listening the first time and following the fucking rules.” Eddie thanks Steve as he hands him a white wand. “I had to go two hours outside of Hawkins to buy this thing. This town is so closed minded, I swear. Now this, little girl, is wand. Makes sense, I mean it looks like one.” He displays it in front of you as the other boy plugs it into the socket by the wall. 

The metalhead pushes a button and it vibrates to life. “Now like most wands, this thing is magic.” He abruptly presses to your clit and you cry out at the feeling, your eyes promptly rolling back. “Supposedly, Stevie, this little vibrator is guaranteed to make someone cum hard every…single…time.” Between each word he pushes the device aggressively against you. 

They giggle as you pull against your restraints, your feet kicking nothing as you cum faster and harder than you ever had before. Three orgasms later and you body feels completely worn out. 

“Sir…please…it’s too much.”

“Aw poor baby. Is this too intense for your little pussy to take?” Eddie laughs as you nod. “Steve, why don’t you give her something else to focus on.”

The boy grins as he removes his shirt and takes off his pants with his boxers before crawling on the bed above your head.

“Can your hands still tap the headboard?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The metal clanks as you adjust your wrists slightly and prominently smack it with your palm. 

“Good girl. If you need to stop or get our attention just tap twice.” As soon as you confirm, he straddles his knees just above your shoulders, tapping your lips with his cock. “Open your mouth.” You do as he commands, bobbing your head as he groans. 

Eddie collects some of the slick between your folds, making you moan around Steve as he pushes two of his fingers deep inside of you. 

“God damn. You’re so fucking tight right now, sweetheart. Fuck. I can’t wait to stretch you open.” 

Steve grips your hair in his fingers. “Flatten your tongue. That’s it. Just like that.” His eyes squeeze shut as he pants out moans, thrusting in small motions as you gag around him. 

“Tonight, Y/N, we’re going to show you what Billy thought he was man enough to do.” The metalhead presses the wand on your bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers into you. “We are the real men that can take care of and handle a woman like you. After tonight there will never be a fucking doubt in your mind.”

Steve felt your moans vibrate around him as you began to climax again, holding your head still as your throat practically closed around him. You coughed as he released you, shimmying his body till he was straddling your hips. He wiped your face with his arm as he scanned you for any signs of discomfort. “C-color?” The boy wasn’t used to asking yet, making a mental note to ask Eddie more questions about things like this later. 

“Green, Daddy.” Your gravel filled voice was just making him harder; if it’s possible. 

A now naked Eddie pushed Steve’s shoulder, signaling for him to get on the other side of you. He turns you on to your side facing him, lifting your leg over his waist. His lips passionately kiss yours as his hand holds the back of your neck. You whimper, feeling his cock breach your sex.

Your pussy clenches around him as you watch his mouth fall open in a silent moan as he slowly thrusts his hips, feeling you grip him tightly. 

Eddie tries to keep his eyes open as you lean your forehead on his when Steve runs his dick along your ass. The metalhead brings your mouth to this again, holding you to him as he feels you wince, the other man entering your body. “You’re ok. You’re ok, baby.”, he whispers as you tug against your restraints. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I told you; no one will ever make you feel this good.” He gradually began picking up his pace as Steve began to do the same.

“He told me—fuck—about us falling asleep inside you. Maybe next time—mmm—you fucking behave we can…we can do that. God damn, Y/N.”

Steve hadn’t said a word but his grunts were music to your ears. His arms had wrapped around to your front, massaging your breasts as he occasionally kissed and sucked on your shoulder. 

The pain had long subsided and all that was left was the overwhelming pleasure of having them inside of you, hitting all the right places as they stretched you open. 

As you came, you screamed, feeling like your body was going to explode into a million pieces. Eddie followed, unable to hold back any longer as he hugged your head to his chest and released inside of you. Steve’s fingers dug into your hips as he held you, climaxing with a strangled grunt as his forehead pressed to your back. 

You three laid still for awhile until you couldn’t take the soreness in your arms any longer. “Eddie…”, you whimpered. The sound of his name caused his head to shoot up at attention. “My wrists hurt.”

“Shit. Baby, ok, let me…” He held your waist as he pulled out of you, reaching above you to click you free. “Y/N, you said they weren’t tight.” You followed his eyes to where you had deep red indents on your skin.

“They weren’t. Maybe I pulled on ‘em to hard.”, you pout. Your breath stutters as Steve carefully pulls out of you as well and slides off the bed. 

“Ed, go ahead and get a bath going. I’ll be right back.”

“Can you walk, sweetheart?”

“Yeah…just not very fast.”

He grins as he takes your hand and helps you off the mattress, guiding you towards the bathroom. “Well shit. Either Harrington is testing out new body washes or he got these for you.” A nice delicate smell fills the room as Eddie pours some of the liquid into the water. 

“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I just got what I thought smelled good.”, Steve came in with some bandages and an ice pack in his hands. “If you hate it just tell me—”

“No! I love it. What is it?”

His eyes light up a bit at your smile. “Um, it’s supposed to smell like the beach.”

“I’ve never been to the beach.”

“We’ll have to rectify that, immediately. Climb in, princess.” He reaches for your hand but you fold your arms tightly around your body. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I want to ask you both to sit with me but…I don’t think I deserve it.”

Eddie’s fingers lift your chin as he flashes you a comforting smile. “Nice to know meek Y/N IS still in there somewhere. Ask us, baby. Like you need it.”

“I do need it. Will you please sit with me?”

He reaches for your hand again as he climbs into the tub and you follow. Steve does the same, shifting the items in his hands as he places them on the side. You flinch as Eddie cleans you, leaning against his chest as you burrow into his neck making him chuckle.

“I may just settle for scarfs or ribbons or something because this?” He holds up your arms to display your wrists. “I don’t like this.”

“I didn’t even realize…”

Steve places the ice pack on them and you hiss at the cold. A comfortable silence falls between you three as Eddie traces his finger along your back and down your arms. 

“I’m sorry… for everything. You’re right. I mean even if we didn’t have this.”, you gesture between you. “You do a lot for me and I have so much fun with you guys outside of the bedroom. I don’t know, I guess I just hate that guys like Billy feel like they can hit on me freely and vice versa.”

You reached for the antiseptic Steve had brought and leaned forward to clean the cut on his face, feeling his eyes scanning over you as he heavily sighs. “I’m sorry if we made you feel like you don’t deserve to be seen. We just thought since this is so unorthodox, you’d want to keep it a secret but Y/N, I don’t hide that I like spending time with you or that you’re my friend. I was telling someone the other day about that creepy fucking movie we saw.”

“Oh my god, Harrington. Calm down. It wasn’t even that bad.”

“Munson, the dude pulled a guy THROUGH his bed and tossed back his blood. What the fuck?!”

You giggled as you placed the tiny Band-Aid over his cut. “Evil Dead is much worse.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Hm, debatable.”

“I told the Hellfire guys about the concert we went to.”, Eddie grinned as you leaned back against his chest. “Next month, Poison is coming to town and they said we should all go. I, um, I don’t actually have a lot of people to tell or talk to but, um, Wayne wants to meet you one of these days.”

Your own grin grows as the remaining tension leaves the air. 

“Can I ask you something before we pretend that you never went on a date with Billy Hargrove?” Steve smiles as you laugh and nod. “I have to know…is his kissing like God’s gift to mankind?”

“Dear Lord, no. That was one of, if not, the worst kiss I’ve ever experienced and I’m not just saying that! It was like…kissing an aggressive ashtray.”

They both cackle as you wrap Eddie’s arms around you and place your legs in Steve’s lap. 

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This is my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race! ✨

Thanks to @robthegoodfellow for the introduction!

Eight months after the events at Starcourt, Billy begins to have visions. Rated T for language and internalized homophobia.

June, 1985.

It was dark. He was out on a drive again. All of these backroads seemed to blend together in this damned town. Yet… he knew. He knew exactly where he was. He knew exactly where to go.

Go to Brimborn. Build it. Build it. Build it. Build it. BUILD IT.

He thought briefly about the person in his trunk. How afraid they must be. Terrified. He had long since drowned out their noises with his radio. He had tuned it to his favorite station, rock music blasting. At first, it was so loud, it hadn’t even allowed him to think. But the more he listened, the more numb he became. It was a seemingly endless cycle. Find a person, kidnap them, and take them to Him. He had tried to fight it. He didn’t want to do this. No, as much of an asshole as he was, he wasn’t a murderer. But it was uncontrollable. And his thoughts… The things he heard had broken him down so much.

You’re a disappointment. You want me to call your mommy for you? Doesn’t look like he has one of those! You’re so unlovable you can’t even keep your mother. Unlovable… Unlovable…

Was this his subconscious talking to him? Admitting things that he never wanted to admit to himself? Ever since his mother left, his life had been filled with rage and unhappiness. Why would she leave? Was it true? Was he that unlovable…?

The red lightning flashed across the sky and the radio turned to static. His hand reached out to tune it and he heard a woman talking. A radio host talking about a romance novel. He listened. He didn’t even know if what he was hearing was real. But he was stuck. Bound to listen regardless.

“…a coffee shop barista calling herself ‘Single Shot.’ This goes out to you, Mister waiter-turned-writer, hope you’re listening tonight. You: mid twenties, classically beautiful working as a waiter in a fun little brunch spot in the city. Me: mid twenties girl with bright blue hair splurging on a nice day with the girls. You’d said we should keep things secretive, and I agreed because I’m not the kind of person who makes things hard for the guy they like. We had talked about that the first time you asked what we were, when I shrugged wearing your t-shirt and said that I could be anything you needed me to be, and you said: ‘dating’.”

Halfway through the monologue, the voice had changed from a young woman’s, to a young man’s. The story sounded familiar. Keeping things a secret… another person wearing his t-shirt. His heart began to throb in his chest.

“I was happy. Because I didn’t have to be the one to ask you to be mine. I’m not a mood killer.”

Admitting his feelings after a midnight romp. Not wanting to leave because he felt so good for the first time in years. He felt… wanted.

The radio crackled again. The soft sultry music cut out. The voice turned back to a young woman’s. Colder. Harsher.

”I try and try to make it easier on you.”

A red, neon heart appeared before him. The road seemed to disappear. Another vision. LOVE ME.

“Because I want you to love me. Please love me. Please love me.”

The hearts were everywhere now. They burned into his eyes. Into his soul. He heard the mantra. Over and over again:

“Please love me. Please love me. Please love me. Please-“

The voice was interrupted by static. Through the fuzzy white noise came a voice. The young man again…

Billy… I love you.

His eyes start to burn with tears. A voice so familiar to him. The one person in this whole goddamn world that didn’t hate him. That didn’t think he was an unlovable piece of shit.

The voice was cut out and replaced by a sinister, twister version of the young woman’s. More neon signs appeared. Love me. Girls Girls Girls. Topless Bar. Gentlemen’s Club. Girls. Girls.

“I’ll do anything. I feel like I don’t exist if you aren’t looking at me. But when you see me…”

“When you see me… I know I’m real. But I’m driving through this dark without you…. It makes me feel like I’m nothing.”

It’s his own voice now.

“Please, someone find me.”

He stands in the void now. The monster… Normally, the monster would be here. But it’s dark. Cold. So much nothingness.

“Wow, what an impassioned speech from Billy’s fantasy lover. What do you think? They’re everything you specifically want in someone. They’re just like you, Billy. But you’re frightened of them. You’re frightened… of the men. The men who come your way. You’re afraid you can’t look away from them. You see them and you’re attracted to them. You’re broken, Billy. Starving for love.”

I understand you, Billy. I know you’re broken and that’s okay. I am too… But I’m here, Billy. I’m right here! Please… Can you hear me?

He can. He can hear his voice in the void. There’s something tugging at his mind both ways. Something compelling him to gather more people, to Build It.

Then something else is luring him in. Warmth. A pair of arms around him, lovingly embracing him. It’s so familiar, like it’s on the tip of his tongue. Like he knows and he can see it but it’s foggy. A shape swirling in his consciousness that’s trying to blot out the darkness. This thing that makes him happy. Hearing their voice…

He’s back in the car. It’s dark but… It’s not like that. Not like when he was taking people. He can see the stars. He can feel someone close to him. He can… feel their lips on his own. Tears sting his eyes again, this time they’re real. He’s real…

A hand caresses his cheek, that’s real too. He’s real… Brown eyes look deeply into his own. They bring him back to reality. This he knows is the truth. Please love me…

“I love you, Billy.” He whispers to him, wiping his tears.

”I love you too…” He replies. Please don’t leave me…

Little did he know this was just the beginning for them. Reliving the memories from the Summer of 1985. Something was haunting him. Three chimes of the clock. Was his time up?

-

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#harringrove #harringrove relay race #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things

[carlossainzwho]

do you get deja vu?

yep, it's part two time!

pairing/s: carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings - swearing, not proof-read (sorry to my english teachers) and sexual references. (i sound like netflix help)

note - i'm really sorry you've had to wait so long for a fic!! this is part two, you can read part 1 for a little more background before reading this one. i really hope you enjoy! please reblog/like for support, it really makes me smile!!

car rides to malibu strawberry ice cream one spoon for two and trading jackets laughing 'bout how small it looks on you (ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

long long car journeys with carlos were the best, blasting out billie joe and queen all day, all night.

going to the same ice cream shop in mallorca

to get the classic ice cream

strawberry

with chocolate sauce

stuffing it all in carlos' face

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

feeling cold

wind blowing

exchanging your denim jacket for carlos' much thicker one

he looked funny

and handsome

and

he was hers, she was his

oh, ain't it funny

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

watching reruns of glee being annoying singing in harmony i bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm

glee

making fun of his name

carlos science, carlos heinz tomato ketchup

singing 'smooth operator' till your throat hurt

but now rebecca's the one doing it with him

tight black dresses

at clubs

getting drunk

leads to

making out

leads to

the bed

So when you gonna tell her That we did that, too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?

no amount of

kissing her

hugging her

fucking her

could change how he felt in his head

he knew

carlos knew

he did all that with y/n

with rebecca snoring by his side

he knew that the jackets

the singing

glee

he did it all before

with

someone

else

Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type

rebecca, y/n

rebecca.

y/n.

they both had kind of similar accents

search her up

rebecca donaldson: model, actress and carlos sainz's new girlfriend!

y/n was nothing

she meant nothing to carlos

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl" You're singing it together Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse

how many more times should she say

how much she missed him?

through the singing

crying

laughing

he was there by her side

but now y/n knew

that carlos was singing and crying and laughing with someone else

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused) Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new

y/n drove past mallorca

past the same ice-cream shop

that sold the strawberry ice-cream

the wind blowing

clutching onto her denim jacket

the one that would never fit carlos

now he's doing all that with someone else

but she doesn't know

that

it was all y/n

and now

he probably seemed funny

and handsome

not long ago

he was hers

she was his

but not anymore

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

taglist: @styles-sunflower @marsinout @queers-of-marybelltownship @alonsogirlie @hoeforevery1 @charlosgoggles @albonsluvr

hope you loved it! so sorry it took long :(

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[madelynraemunson]

Bonus scene 𓆩♡𓆪

from the CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT universe (18+)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

timeline: 015, THIS SCENE, 016** | ** = smut

Eddie has an important question to ask you on your birthday.

contains: fluff, physical touch, flirting, loverboy!eddie, romantic eddie, implied history of abuse from billy

wc: 1k words

*play this while you read to really be immersed in st nostalgia* 🥹 (if you want)

♡

“Oh no,” you breathe.

Everything starts to make more sense when you see Steve waiting for you at Hellfire’s doors. He’s got the smuggest look on his face. You quickly try to turn and run the other way, already embarrassed. But the former Star Athlete is faster, immediately lunging at you to drag you into the club.

“Nope!” Harrington protests.

“Steve-” you begin.

“No no no no,” he shakes his head. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

They’re all gonna see you like this. You hate to admit it, but you had just spent your entire commute crying — evident by your raccoon eyes — because you thought everyone (except for Billy) had forgotten your birthday.

Robin and Vicky were already out of the house by the time you woke up. Max, you assumed, got a ride from Steve to their new barista job. Chrissy turned down a pre-shift ‘Hot Girl Walk’, and Eddie never called. It was starting to feel like the most Adult birthday ever, but by a long shot not the worst.

“Put me down!” you persist.

Birthdays suck. Especially when you share one with your abuser. But you’re in a new era now. An era where you are loved, celebrated, and protected.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHY GIRL!”

You’re bombarded by obnoxious kazoos and party hats, streamers and confetti in all shapes and colors, and what looks like a homemade birthday cake in Jane (Mike’s girlfriend)’s hands, decorated with funky, florescent candles, and crafty red hearts that overpowered every inch of the thick white fondant.

“Oh my god,” you beam.

Max, Robin and Vicky. Chrissy, Argyle, Nancy, Jonathan, and Henry. Will, Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Jane, and Erica who also just had a birthday (she turned 18 last week). Steve. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. All the faces you’ve grown to know and love since moving to Hawkins, all together in one room to celebrate YOU.

“We were trying so hard to keep this a secret,” Steve explains as he gives you a hug. “I’d say we did a pretty good job.”

“Yeah sorry we couldn’t get a better location,” Mike adds. “Chuck E Cheese was fully booked so Hellfire was the next best thing.”

“You guyssss,” you begin to sob. “This is oddly perfect. Thank you.”

“Well,” Jane says. She holds the cake up to your face. “There's no sense in waiting any longer. Make a wish!”

You close your eyes. I wish for life to always be this peaceful.

And when you open your eyes, you see Eddie in front of you, with a beautiful rose bouquet and a bag in his hands.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

His eyes are twinkling like a kid who woke up early on Christmas morning. You greet him with a warm hug to which he uses that opportunity to affectionately rub your back. You hear some soft “aww”s in the background, but you’re too infatuated with the man in front of you to jokingly scorn at whoever said it.

“How’d you know it was my birthday?” you ask him.

“You can find out lot of stuff from paperwork,” Eddie winks at you. “Specifically your resume. Which, might I say, is very impressive.”

“Why, thank you, sir,” you giggle.

You can tell the sir made Eddie’s stomach do somersaults. Completely blushing now, he hands you your gift in the form of a bag, ushering you to open it — right here — in front of everybody.

"You didn't have to..." you mutter quietly.

You take the bag from him.

"Yet… I did," Eddie spews confidently. He watches as you unwrap your gift. “I’d get you strippers but then it’d feel like work. And your bday should never feel like work.”

You nudge him as you roll your eyes. Such a fucking cornball.

But then you become the cornball. A tear begins to form in your eyes when you look at all your gifts. The roses. A custom metalhead Build-A-Bear with a leather jacket and jeans whose certificate reads “Eddie Bear”, and a gold plated charm bracelet from Everlasting Memories with your name engraved on it. But just when you think you had everything, Eddie scoops up the last one from the bottom. It’s a small wooden sign with a message on it.

CAN I BE YOUR BOYFRIEND?

“Oh my god…” is all you can say.

His voice is as gentle as the fingers he uses to patiently graze your arm. "So can I?"

The tear that formed in your eye finally trickles its way down your rosy red cheeks. "Of course you can."

Then you two share a kiss, eliciting an even louder swarm of “aww”s than the ones before, and generating a reaction from nearby, a very curious dancers.

“I hope you know how special you are to each and every one of us,” Eddie says to you. “Especially me, haha.”

You wipe the happy tears away from your eyes.

“It sure feels like it.”

Eddie gives you the day off and you use it to stuff your face and play board games with all your friends. Eventually after the short festivities you stay behind to chill with everyone for a bit. Then you go your own way to start making dinner, which you insisted on, at home.

When you get home, you’re surprised with another text message from Billy.

Billy Hargrove

I’d say the move has helped us a lot. I have room to miss you 🤣

You smile as you answer back.

To be better days ❤️ Happy birthday, brother. I miss you tons.

Billy Hargrove loved “To better days ❤️ Happy birthday, brother. I miss you tons.”

After your convo with Billy, you make your way over to the freezer to grab and defrost the chicken. Tonight’s menu consists of chicken, greens, and potatoes for dinner, followed by some birthday muffins Bob Newby had his bakers make at his coffee shop (courtesy of Max and Steve) for dessert.

Next, you begin to set the table, making sure to make seven settings for tonight: you, Max, Robin, Vicky, one for Eddie, and one for Wayne.

And when you’re finally done, you take a look around your house that you have made a home with your sister and best friends. You’re finally home. Hawkins is home. And for the first time in a really long time, you can truly say you’ve had… a happy birthday.

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#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things 5 #joe quinn #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson fluff

[solarlunarsstuff]

𖦹- SOLAR'S KINKTOBER M.LIST 2024 !!!

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Hõla and welcome to my 2024 Kinktober masterlist!!! (YIPEE) This is going to be my fisrt one (besides the cancled one), I AM so happy to be apart of this for this year! Be sure to check the warnings and if you're uncomfortable, please ignore!!! (WARNING! ALL IS WRITTEN BY MINOR!!!)

1st "KEEP IT ON" Suguru G.

⁀➷ <clothes> Suguru forces his poor baby into wearing her skirt while pumping her until she can't breath.

2nd "NICE AND TIGHT" Timothée C.

⁀➷ <collars/bondage> Tim loves seeing the red marks on your skin from the tight collars he puts on you.

3rd "MY PRINCESS" Yuji I.

⁀➷ <nicknames> Yuji swears he never uses more than one nickname on you during sex (he's lying)

4th "CALL ME DADDY" Muzan K.

⁀➷ <roleplay> Muzan takes full control in bed but oh does he get worse when you both roleplay.

5th "POPPED BUTTONS" Simon R. (Ghost)

⁀➷ <suits> You'd never think your big boyfriend would look that good in a suit.

6th "KEEP IT LIKE THAT" Satoru G.

⁀➷ <sex toys> He gets so turned on to see you twitch as you cum for the nth time.

7th "LOOK HOW PRETTY YOU ARE" Walker S.

⁀➷ <mirror/window> Forcing your pussy to take him as you see how pathetic you are.

8th "COVER YOUR EYES" Arataki I.

⁀➷ <blindfold> 'Taki is so in love with the fact that you both like feeling than seeing.

9th "ITS GOOD, RIGHT?" Billy (The Kid)

⁀➷ <food> Billy thinks that gagging you with long foods is hot. >-<

10th "I HAVE TO WEAR THIS?" Ellie W.

⁀➷ <crossdressing> Ellie and you decided too swap clothes for a day just for fun and it ended.... Well?

11th "HOW ARE YOU THIS WET?" Toji F.

⁀➷ <wet> You love Toji so much he can't believe how ready you are for him!

12th "WAS I TO ROUGH?" Billy (Ghostface)

⁀➷ <aftercare> Billy is an intimidating man but flips the switch once he finds out you pass out.

13th "MY MARK" Paul A.

⁀➷ <biting> Paul hates going on hour long missions, so he tries to get a taste of you!

14th "YOU LIKE THAT?" Coriolanus S.

⁀➷ <dom/sub> Coryo, well, he's Coryo. He's a bit extra in bed.

15th "KEEP IT DOWN" Mahito

⁀➷ <muffling> His family is in the other room. So hush up before he slaps you harder.

16th "TAKE IT OFF" Luke C.

⁀➷ <striptease> Finding an 19 year old boy at a private strip club is rare but twice the fun!

17th "ON YOUR KNEES" Enmu

⁀➷ <pet play> Forcing you into acting like his pet is one way of intimacy.

18th "RIGHT HERE?" Peeta M.

⁀➷ <public> Peeta is a sweet boyfriend but sometimes the relationship calls for desperate mesures..

19th "DO IT QUICK" Charlie B.

⁀➷ <mouth/oral> Before Charlie goes out for a Grammy award, he needs to 'feed' his pretty girl his mouth full.

20th "STOP SQUIRMING" König

⁀➷ <handcuffs> You messed up a bit (a lot) in training so König needed to tutor you.

21st "RECENTLY MANICURED NAILS" Mike S.

⁀➷ <scratching> Oh how Mike loves to see his back all scratched up from you the night before.

22nd "TOO BAD!" Tom B.

⁀➷ <teasing/edging> Tom sees how hard you cum after edging your cunt a couple of times.

23rd "YOU NEED ROPE TO WHAT?" Alhaithem

⁀➷ <ropes> Keeping you in place with rope that way he could make you cum for as many times as he wants you too.

24th "THATS A NICE COLOR" Wriosthesley

⁀➷ <lingerie> In a dressing room of an adult store while putting a show on for your boyfriend is....Suggestive...

25th "SUCH PRETTY HAIR" Sejanus P.

⁀➷ <hair> Either in bed or in public, Sej always has his hands in your hair.

26th "YOU LIKE MY NOSE?" Hiromi H.

⁀➷ <face riding> From you using his pretty tongue to his nose to reach your own high for the night.

27th "YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN HIM?" Diluc

⁀➷ <polyamore> Diluc, you, and some other friend are in a relationship. But he's sure you love him more.

28th "DROP TO YOUR KNEES" Finnick O.

⁀➷ <begging> Before the reaping, Finnick just needs one long-lasting touch from his gorgeous girlfriend.

29th "WHERE'S THE MASK?" Choso K.

⁀➷ <cosplay> Choso thought 'scaring' you with a Ghostface mask would scare you but it did something else.

30th "WE NEED TO TALK" Megumi F.

⁀➷ <punishment> If you did something stupid, be worried that your fiance will be waiting...with a belt.

31st "DOES IT TASTE GOOD?" Shiu K.

⁀➷ <romance> A nice home prepped dinner with your husband is another way to spend a cozy night.

(BONUS) 32nd "FULL LIKE A DOUBLE-STUFFED DOUGHNUT!" Pyramid H.

⁀➷ <size> How he would love to force himself deep in you. (Raw)

All fics will vary from 250-1k+ words !!! All will be posted on the days thay are assigned at 12:00 PM . And of course, the crossed out fics means I will not be doing them but maybe on a later time !!!

©2024 SOLARLUNARSSTUFF | do not copy, plagiarize, or translate my work + dividers are not made by me !!!

#kinktober #jjk smut #fnaf smut #timothée chalamet #demon slayer smut #cod #walker scobell #tom blyth #josh hutcherson #genshin impact #billy the kid #ghostface smut #paul atreides #tbosas smut #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #dbd #pyramid head #peeta mellark smut #smut drabble #smut #fanfic #bd/sm kink #🎀solar's puffy paint! #🎀solar's paint! #🎀solar's canvas! #tlou smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams

[zepskies]

Hi! I would love to hear what Ben thinks of the reader's music and what HIS favorite music is. Just picturing a grumpy, old Ben grumbling about "music nowadays" 😂

Hey there, lovely Anon!

Ohohooo, what a great question. 😂 I too can imagine Mr. Grouch trying to understand modern music:

I briefly explored this in Part 5 of Break Me Down, when they're (playfully) arguing about music:

And you talked—about the old-ass TV shows he never got to see the end of, and the new music he hated. You’d enjoyed (gently) teasing him about being an old man who didn’t understand Cardi B when you played it on his phone. You suspected he didn’t quite understand how all the bells and whistles worked on an iPhone yet. (But he’d taken it back from you before you could text anyone.) “In my day, there was a little more fucking class,” he’d said. “Sinatra. Nat King Cole. Christ, the fucking Beatles.”  You’d rolled your eyes at that. You liked all those guys too, actually. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t bang out all the words to “Bodak Yellow” and “Please Me.”

😂 A little more fucking class indeed, Benjamin.

As a more general Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader situation, I explored Ben vs. 90s music in this imagine: Taking Ben to a 90’s themed club.🕺🏻

A highlight from that one:

For a while he just sits at the bar with you while you catch up with your friends. You're so damn excited, he can tell. The inside of the club is interesting, he supposes, with dim lighting and a DJ on the stage with a very sophisticated looking setup that Ben finds wholly unfamiliar. The music, however, is ass so far. What the fuck is this, Hip Hop? Rap? R&B? He can't tell, and he doesn't know any of the songs. It sounds like a bunch of fucking whining. And don't get him started on whatever you call grunge.

But as for Ben's favorite music...

It's my headcanon that he personally identified with the likes of Frank Sinatra ("My Way"), Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Mel Torme, Nat King Cole, etc. He definitely would've come into adulthood on that and sought to emulate their lifestyle, not just like their music.

Him coming up in the 40s, he probably would've (secretly) liked a bit of Doris Day and Ella Fitzgerald. (In BMD world, it would probably remind him of his mother.)

But there's also some edge to him. He would've embraced some "free love" to to speak lol, so getting through the 60s and 70s, I think he would've liked the Beatles, Rolling Stones, maybe some Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, and Aerosmith coming into the 80s.

Interestingly, from that scene in the Legend's penthouse we know he had Air Supply on in the background, so maybe he's secretly into some classic love songs from the 70s/80s. 😂 Maybe some Bee Gees, Spandau Ballet, stuff like that...

Though God forbid someone try to tease him about it.

Especially when he starts to dip into some of your music when you're not looking. 😏

#ask me stuff #thank you for this question! 💚 #made me laugh just thinking about it lol #Soldier Boy headcanon #Ben's taste in music #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy/ben #the boys #Break Me Down #BMD-verse #soldier boy x you #zepskies answers

[kpchrs]

@spoomed said Billy the Kid would chew Coryo and spit him out like it's nothing. Billy the Kid would survive in the woods with Lucy Gray. Billy the Kid wouldn't lie to the lady. Billy the Kid would tell Coryo to get his act fucking together.

Pathetic, loser, spoiled Capitol boi Coriolanus Snow ain't shit. We hate him but we love him but we hate him he fucking sucks. Losing Lucy Gray puts him in the same club with Billy TAUPE and not THE KID and he doesn't even know it.

The same pretty face is useless.

#coriolanus snow #billy the kid #snowbaird #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird

[crazycookiecrumbles]

Idiots, Total Idiots

Masterlist

A/N: VERY MINOR S4 STRANGER THINGS SPOILERS BARELY SPOILERS THO

✨✨Reblog/ comments PLEASE i love feedback ✨✨

Pairings/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader; Dustin Henderson; Mentions: Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Billy

Warnings: swearing, smartassery

Summary: Dustin is so exhausted by this dancing around each other you and Steve are doing, yet again, during another pressing mystery of Hawkins.

Dustin stared at Steve without blinking for far too long. It was unsettling, and Steve was fighting the urge to turn and smack Dustin in the face. Groaning, Steve finally put down his comb and glared at Dustin, “What, asshat!?”

“Okay. First of all, so rude and uncalled for,” Dustin said as he stared at Steve. “Secondly, you’ve been fixing your hair for the last ten minutes. For a library. Who the fuck fixes their hair for a library?”

Steve rolled his eyes as he put his comb away, “You said we needed information — “

“I mean, really, you’re going back to Douchelord Steve. That’s so Season 1 of you.”

“Season 1? Really? Of what?”

“Of your coming of age story, duh.”

“I was already of age — “

“Whatever,” Dustin shouted over him. “What are you doing? No one’s in the library except for that bitter old librarian who I think is upcharging my fees and —“ he paused as his eyes lit up in realization. He smiled, eyes half-lidded now as he stared at Steve with his big, cheesy grin. “Y/N’s new job is here.”

“No, it isn’t,” Steve scoffed, but Dustin saw through his lies. “How did you know?”

“I saw her after her guitar lesson with Eddie before Hellfire Club,” Dustin shrugged easily. “Still makes really good cookies, by the way. I mean, is she traumatized from the mall? Probably, but, like, who isn’t? Still, can’t believe you blew it like that.”

“I didn’t blow it! You can’t blow it if it never started.”

“Right and it never started because you wanted to practice dating and get out there in the world before settling down with Y/N. Like she’d even want to settle down with you, which is bold, by the way. I mean, maybe before, but now? Definitely not.”

Steve groaned, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly to help him keep from strangling Dustin, “What, she too busy with Eddie Munson?” He asked, venom dripping when he said his name.

“Oh, my god, you’re so sad,” Dustin laughed in his face. “Dude. Get over yourself.”

“I’m totally over everything!”

“It’s guitar lessons you fucking freak, not sex lessons!”

“Ew, Dustin. Don’t talk about her like that — “

“She was my god damn babysitter, I get more leeway here!” Dustin scoffed and threw his hands up in the air. “Look, man. They’re just friends — “

“Why does she even need guitar lessons? Like, for what, you know —“

“Believe it or not, hobbies exist, you hair-obsessed freak,” Dustin replied. “Dude, they’re just friends —“

“You know who else she was just friends with? Billy.”

“Here we go fucking go,” Dustin leaned back in his seat while Steve bolted up and now had hands out in front of him as he spoke animatedly about your past.

“She and Billy were just friends! Billy! You know, the guy that tried to kick my ass?”

“He did kick your ass,” Dustin mumbled.

“No! I had him on the ropes, everyone knows it,” Steve replied. “But, right, yeah, her and Billy are totally just friends.”

Dustin took off his hat, looked up, begged Thor to give him strength, then scratched his head before putting his hat back on. He turned to Steve and grabbed his shoulders, “Dipshit, she tutored Billy, and that didn’t even last long. She tutored him a few times because his dad was threatening to beat his ass over his grades, and that was that. She didn’t even like him that way. And, I don’t know if you remember, but Billy kind of, oh, I don’t know, kidnapped her with the intent of feeding her to the Mind Flayer.”

“Okay—“

“And immediately she was all, ‘is Steve okay?’” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice, “Because she knew Billy hated you and she was worried about you, as told to me by Will, who also thinks you two are stupid for each other.”

“Can it, Henderson —“

“So, really, you two idiots have just been dancing around each other the entire time and wasting everybody’s breath because we keep saying you two should be together and you’re being stupid and she’s being stupid and you’re both stupid!”

“Eloquent. Are you done?”

Dustin thought for a moment before nodding, “Yes, I am. You talk to your not-girlfriend, and I’ll look for clues. I thought Nancy and Robin were doing this. Why are we—“ he stared at Steve who cleared his throat and looked down. “You are the biggest waste of resources, Harrington.”

“What!”

“We could be doing other things — “

“Oh, whatever,” Steve got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Dustin followed behind him, muttering that he was wasting precious, valuable time and energy over nothing because he wasn’t going to have the balls to talk to you, anyway.

Steve looked for you, of course, instead of asking anyone who worked there where they could find you. After wandering around, wasting time, avoiding Nancy and Robin and hiding from Dustin’s prying eyes, he finally found you. You were in the fiction section organizing Stephen King books and humming to yourself. Steve slowly made his way towards you, standing behind you and staring down, watching as you picked up the books from the floor, reorganized them quickly, and stood back up to place them on the shelf as they should be.

Turning around, you saw Steve staring at you and jumped. You started to shriek, which scared the life out of Steve who quickly looked around as he covered your mouth and pressed you against the bookshelf.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Steve whispered loudly. “You’re going to get us in trouble here. People are going to think I’m some sort of weird pervert.”

You lowered his hand and clutched your chest, “Aren’t you? Jeez, Steve, you gave me heart attack.”

“Sorry about that —“

“What are you doing here?” You asked, as you came down from your fright and looked around to see if anyone else had followed your cries to the aisle you were in. “Shouldn’t you be at work or on another date?”

He grinned, “You follow my dates, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes, “As if, Harrington. You know people talk when you’re the slut of the town. Anyway, what do you want?”

Ouch. Slut of the town? Was that how lowly you thought of Steve? Okay. So it may have been the truth at the moment, but still! He didn’t sleep with everyone, he just went on a bunch of dates…and stuff.

Steve floundered for a moment. He could hit on you right now, ask you out on a date, leave you alone after that, but that would defeat the true purpose of being there. 

Steve didn’t come to the library because he thought you could help them do research — even if it was true and that you were smart and capable of doing so, but, no. Steve didn’t want that from you. The truth was, Steve was worried. The second something fishy started happening around Hawkins for the millionth time, his first thought was you. Last time something happened, you two were separated the entire time. You had been kidnapped by Billy of all disgusting people — okay, he was possessed, but it still counts — and he wasn’t there for you. Steve wasn’t there to be your knight in shining armor, the kids were. Steve wasn’t there to keep you safe from harm. Steve wasn’t there to kick Billy’s ass for you. Steve was hopelessly and utterly helpless to keep you safe. 

He couldn’t repeat that.

“It’s happening again,” Steve said quietly, head tilted down as he spoke to you. He found it hard to hold eye contact with you, because if he did, he was just going to blurt out his feelings for you. Instead, he kept his eyes on the choker you were wearing so he could keep his focus. “There was —“

“The high schooler, yeah, I heard, “You nodded once. “I thought —“

Steve shook his head, “It’s weird again, Y/N. And I just want to make sure you —“

“I don’t want to be involved, Steve. First couple of times, whatever. But after last —“

“I know,” Steve nodded quickly and grabbed your hands, holding them up and giving them a squeeze. “Trust me, I know. You deserve to be totally normal in your totally normal and not-at-all-boring job — “

“Wow — “

“ — but I would feel so much better if you were with us. I know you don’t want to be in this, but I’d feel so much better if I could keep an eye on you, rather than worry about something happening to you and I’m not there to keep you safe. Just….just let me try to keep you safe, Y/N.”

Your cheeks were burning. Steve Harrington, Grade A idiot with a heart growing to be one of gold, coming over to your place of work and saying how he wanted to keep you safe during all of this. It was sweet. It made you wonder where this was coming from. Was it from your new friendship with Steve that started when he got sucked into the drama with Dustin’s friends a little while back, or was it from the other place of shared, lingering glances, touches, and running to each other the second you saw one another during these life-changing events?”

“Steve —“

Dustin, of course, with his impeccable timing, showed up right beside the two of you. “Are you two going to kiss and get it over with so we can get the fuck out of here?”

Narrowing your eyes, you cast one look at Dustin. His own eyes widened as he quietly nodded to himself, turned, and walked out of the aisle to give you two some privacy.

Steve stared in awe, “You have to teach me that.”

“Sorry, it’s a gift,” you chuckled softly and looked up at Steve. “I’m not gonna lie, Steve. I’m really scared this time around. Things just keep getting worse.”

Steve nodded, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, “I know, but we’ll be together, we’ll keep an eye on each other. Okay?”

Nodding slowly, you finally agreed to go with him. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Great — “

“So you want to kiss me, Harrington?”

Now was Steve’s turn to be flushed. He chuckled nervously, hand coming up to run through his hair as he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip.

Before he could speak, you did, “Is it going to be that same kiss you’ve given all your latest conquests, Sluttington?”

Steve shook his head as he stared at you and saw the mischief twinkling in your eyes, “When I kiss you, Y/N, it’ll be unlike any kiss you’ve ever had.”

“I’m concerned.”

“Don’t be. It’s not concerning at all,” Steve said as he leaned in close, lips ghosting over yours, “It’ll be mind-blowing.” He stood up tall again, took your hand, and started leading you down the aisle, “Now, come on. We’ve got a mystery to solve.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #one-shot #stranger things fic #dustin henderson #eddie munson #billy stranger things #billy hargrove

[crimxonwrites]

Billy’s girl | Eddie Munson x fem!reader | part 1 - ❝ Fuck that, fuck Billy.❞

A/N: Hi! This is literally my first fic ever so I am hoping it’s not too bad. !! English is not my first language!! feel free to point out any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks ♥ (Eddie is sooo goddamn hot) and yes, I am making this a series.

☇ summary: You are trying to get over your ex-boyfriend’s death by getting high out of your mind. Your plans fail as you realize that you don’t need drugs to forget Billy, you need someone to make you forget.

☇ warnings: drugs, sexual innuendos, mmm some sexual tension, some throuple confusion? TRAUMA, bad coping mechanisms, season 3 spoilers

☇ pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader (ft. clueless Robin and Steve.)

Part 2

დMasterlist

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“Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” Robin’s raspy voice snaps you out of your trance. “What is going on with you?”

Everything.

“Nothing.” You answer quickly and start picking up the movies and placing them on the shelf in front of you.

Truth is, you are mourning. After everything that happened last summer… You were silently mourning. The events that took place at Starcourt have changed your life. Sure, the idea of another dimension and creatures existing intrigues you, but suddenly losing your almost-boyfriend, Billy, not so much.

You and Billy got close at the beginning of senior year. He’d drive you around the town, get drunk with you and listen to you speak about your passions, dreams and goals. You were in love with him. Not that you knew what love was, but Billy came close to it and besides… Billy was not perfect. Far from it, actually. He wanted all the benefits of dating you but without actually making it official. You two would go to parties together, sure, but he wouldn’t touch you in public. He would not hold your hand; he wouldn’t even wrap his arm around your shoulders. Nothing. And one day, in early summer, he stopped contacting you.

He started a new job as a lifeguard and stopped hanging out with you. The last conversation you two had was when you confronted him by the pool. You were so angry and so, so drunk. Your idea of “confronting Billy” was yelling mean things at him and throwing weak punches. Billy never showed any sign of emotion. He just stood there, watching you. With one last “I hate you”, you left and that was the last time you saw him.

And then Starcourt happened. And Billy died. And you got cold. Very cold.

“Do you know where I can get pot?” You ask Robin, who has been staring at you for the past minutes.

“Pot?” Robin raises her eyebrows. “Are we celebrating anything? Oh my god, did I forget your birthday?”

“Birthday party?” Steve’s voice is coming from behind the register.

With a big frown on your face, you turn to face Steve. “My birthday is in October.” You answer.

“What?” they both ask in unison.

It’s not their fault. You never told them your birthday, how could you? You befriended the two last summer and after the events that happened at the mall, you spent your birthday getting drunk, ugly crying and watching tv in your room.

“Yea…” you pause, watching their surprised faces. “Anyways, can you guys hook me up with someone?”

“There is this weirdo that is hanging around Henderson and Mike. Some D&D fella.” Steve speaks.

“Cool… I’ll drive.” You take Steve’s car keys and start walking towards the door.

“I still can’t believe you never told us your birthday.” Robin adds, following you into the car.

---

“Ah, Harrington, heard a lot about you.” The long-haired boy speaks as he sits down on the wooden bench.

The boy, who introduced himself as Eddie Munson, is wearing a “Hellfire Club” shirt and a denim jacket. He weirdly reminds you of Billy. Except, he is nothing like Billy. Billy wouldn’t smile that often and he would definitely not smile at you like that in public.

“Who are these two beautiful ladies?” Eddie asks and opens his metal tool box, revealing a bunch of green and purple buds.

“Robin and Y/N.” Steve answers.

“I’ll take this.” You pick up the small plastic bag and look up at Eddie. “How much?” you ask.

“Slow down, beautiful.” Eddie stops you and takes the bag out of your hands. “What are you guys? A three-way couple? A throuple?” he asks.

“What?” Steve scuffs.

“No.” Robin laughs nervously.

You roll your eyes and pick up another bag from his tool box. The buds are purple, this time.

“How much?” you ask again, making eye contact with Eddie.

Leaning on his elbows, Eddie’s smile fades as he comes closer and closer to your face. Taken aback by his sudden movement, you lean back. “Do you even know how to roll?” Eddie smiles again and returns to his original position.

You don’t know how to roll.

Why would you? You’ve only started smoking once Billy got in town and you befriended him. He would always roll the joints for you as you watched carefully. As a contribution, he would let you lick the thin paper before lighting it up.

Come to think of it, you have not smoked ever since Billy passed away.

“No.” Robin answers for you.

“Here’s the deal. I will give this…” he picks up the original bag of buds. “And that.” Eddie points towards the bag that you are holding. “For free. And I’ll roll the joints.”

“What’s the catch?” Steve asks. “Come on, you’re not gonna give them to us for free.”

“Ouch!” Eddie gets up suddenly, pretending he just got shot in the heart. “You’re hurting me, Harrington.” He walks over to your side of the table. “The catch is, I get to smoke with the throuple.” He laughs.

“I’m out.” Robin gets up, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Robin…” You catch her by the wrist. “Stay, please?” you practically beg her. You really need a distraction right now, and you would rather do it with your best friend.

“Yes, Robin, stay.” Steve adds.

Robin sighs and sits back down on the bench.

“Perfect!” Eddie exclaims and sits down, opposite of you.

You hand him the bag of buds and watch him quietly as he starts grinding the weed. His technique is gentler than Billy’s. Eddie mixes the weed with tobacco and rolls it carefully, making direct eye contact with you as he licks the paper.

You wince, giving him a confused look. He smiles and starts working on the other joint. Is he flirting with you? Why is he flirting with you? Doesn’t he know? You’re Billy’s girl.

You were Billy’s girl.

No, you weren’t.

Billy is gone, Billy is dead.

After Billy, you didn’t really think about going out with other guys. You weren’t looking for other guys. Robin and Steve always wondered why you’d never give any guy a chance, but you couldn’t just tell them why. They both hated Billy with every bone in their body. Steve tried his luck with you, but you made it clear that you were not interested. Robin even asked you if you were into girls.

“Would you like to make the honors?” Eddie places a joint between his lips and hands you a lighter.

You light it up and he takes a small puff, handing you the joint. The familiar smell of weed reminds you of the late nights you spent with Billy, smoking in the back of his car.

Fuck that, fuck Billy.

The reason you wanted to get high is to escape him.

You take a puff, inhaling it quickly and holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. You hand the joint to Robin. She takes it and you give her a forced smile.

“Stuff’s good.” You speak, shifting you gaze towards Eddie, who is watching you closely.

“Shouldn’t we smoke in my car? You know… to max out the effect?” Steve speaks and lets out a little cough.

---

Although the car only made you think of Billy at first, the effects of the pot finally started kicking in and you could literally feel your body melt into the car seat. Your vision is a bit clouded but you manage to get the small joint from Robin’s hands. You take another puff.

“It’s dead.” You speak, handing the remaining filter to Eddie, who is sitting in the passenger’s seat.

He pulls the other joint out of his pocket and lights it. “Come here.” He points at you and leans towards the backseat.

You feel like you are on autopilot, so you manage to lift up your body, moving closer to the long-haired boy. He takes a big puff and you can feel the cold rings against your skin as he cups your face. “Open.” Before you know it, your mouth opens and he gets closer, blowing the smoke into your mouth. His lips almost touching yours.

He takes his hands off your face and you immediately sink back in your seat, shakingly exhaling the smoke.

“Should… we give you guys some privacy?” Robin laughs, looking at you and Eddie.

Your brain just registered what happened. Does Eddie like you? Does he do this with every girl? He didn’t do it with Robin. You feel your cheeks heating up and quickly move your gaze to Robin, who is sitting besides you in the backseat. She has a lazy grin on her face.

“So, you are telling me you hang out with these beautiful ladies and you are not dating any of them?” Eddie laughs, looking at Steve.

“I like girls.” Robin speaks making both you and Steve look at her.

You didn’t know if it was the weed, but Robin has not been open with her sexuality with anyone but you and Steve. So, for her to just confess like that makes you worry.

“Yeah uh… I am not dating anyone at the moment.” Steve chuckles nervously before passing the joint to you.

“I’m…” you speak before taking a puff. “I’m Billy’s girl.”

Oh, shit.

Realization hits you after a few seconds. Shit, shit, shit. Speaking before thinking, nice job, Y/N. Both Steve and Robin are now staring at you.

“I mean, I was…” You cover your face with your hands. “I’m single now.”

“Billy? Billy Hargrove?” Steve speaks, raising his voice. “When? How?”

“Why?” Robin adds, freaking out.

“Isn’t the kid dead?” Eddie asks.

You hand the joint to Robin before opening the car door.

After what felt like minutes, you step out of the car, inhaling the fresh air. It’s dark now, and your mind is still fizzy. How are you going to explain to your best friends that you dated the man they hated? You start to feel your knees weaken as panic invades your entire body. It’s not a good time to open up to them. Not now.

You contemplate running away and never talking to them.

Chills run down your spine when you decide to open the car door and sit down.

“Y/N…” Steve speaks, softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He adds.

“I’ve never told you guys. I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“Should I give you guys some privacy?” Eddie speaks, emphasizing on the “I”.

“No, no, it’s fine.” You brush it off quickly before you take the joint from his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You take a puff. “Should we listen to some music?”

As Steve turns on the radio, you can’t help but stare at Eddie’s side profile. You also can’t help but replay the previous moment in your head. The way his hands felt against your skin, the way your lips almost touched his, the way your body just obeyed him.

Maybe you don’t need drugs to distract you from Billy. You need someone to make you forget.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #robin buckley x reader

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can i request a Billy Gunn fic with some NSFW? Possibly he and reader were old friends when he worked for WWE but they reconnect after a long time and get close to each other again and maybe a wrestler cuts a promo on him and says something about y/n and he snaps and kinda confesses his feelings he has for her.

Old Flame

An: This ended up to be way longer than I thought it would be. I decided to play a different route with this request

Summary: Billy and Y/n "dated" (really just sex) a while ago and Billy hates how he let Y/n slip through his fingers all those years ago because he was afraid of commitment. What happens when she shows up in AEW and he relies he still loves her.

Word count: 2K

Warnings: SMUT (18+) Billy Gunn X Female reader, Mentions of Sex and sexual acts, mentions of alcohol and spiked drinks, 18+ themes

Main Masterlist Part 2 Part 3

I had mixed feelings about having Y/n in AEW, sure it was great to see her after all these years but it was strange since how much we had both changed. I remember when I first saw Y/n after all our years apart. I was backstage at dynamite when I saw her, jokingly said to my sons “That chick over there looks like Y/n” and once she turned around I noticed it was indeed her. I felt my stomach drop. She looked different, older, well of course she looked older we were both way older now but she aged like fine wine, still gorgeous as ever. When I asked what she was doing backstage at Dynamite she explained that she was there to help the young talent in the women's division, along with teaching her daughter how to wrestle. I was happy for her but for some reason I was nervous.

The first few weeks went by fast and I barely ran into Y/n which I was secretly grateful for. That was until my sons, The Gunns joined bullet club gold. Although we didn’t work on screen together at the end of the day they were still my children. I guess the boys did some digging and found out about the little fling Y/n and I had all those years ago. I tried to explain to them that it was years ago, way before they were even born, for them to leave it alone, but they knew I obviously wasn’t over it since I had been practically avoiding Y/n. The boys thought it would be funny to ask Y/n to train them even though I already taught them everything they needed to know. So here I am sitting across the ring from the woman I let slip through my fingers years ago. 

“So Y/n, I heard you and my dad used to date back in the day” Austin said. I store daggers at him, but he didn’t care, instead he gave me a smirk, wanting to see how far he could push me before I broke. 

“I wouldn't say we dated necessarily” Y/n said, as she corrected Colten’s grip, making the choke he was practicing on his brother more effective. “Sure we went out on a few dates but we didn’t date. Your father didn’t want to commit to a relationship” Her words stung, the story she told had no effect on her but I still hated myself for it even if it was 30 years ago. “So you guys were just fuck buddies then?” Colten asked. “COLTEN!-” I yelled but Y/n cut me off. “I guess you could say that, but your father was a gentleman and always bought me dinner first” 

To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. I was just about to leave when Y/n called out “Come on Billy, don’t be such a baby. They are just messing with you” I continued to walk pretending not to hear her, she came up to me and grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn and look at her. As I towered over her, I felt like I had gone back in time. Back to the time where I fucked everything up years ago. 

****

“Y/n I’m sorry!” I yelled out to the poor girl who stood beneath me with tears in her eyes. “I should have known you were only using me to get your dick wet” She yelled back, her words laced with venom. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would ask to be more than whatever it was we had going on but the truth was I was so scared to mess things up between us I didn’t even realize the hole I dug myself into until it was too late. I was trying to protect her but instead I hurt her. 

This little buddy system started a few months ago when a very drunk Y/n admitted that no guy she had been with had made her cum. One day after a PPV we all went out for drinks when Y/n’s got spiked, luckily for her it wasn’t too bad but boy did she say some crazy things. 

Being a good friend I took her back to my hotel room before she could embarrass herself too much and she ended up passing out right as we stepped foot in the room. Carefully I placed her on the bed and removed her shoes before tucking her under the covers. 

When she came to, she was confused. “Did we fuck?” was the first thing she asked me, noticing she was in my bed. “No, but you wanted to” I told her, Y/n looked at me confused. “Someone spiked your drink at the bar. I took you back to my hotel room to keep you from embarrassing yourself” I told her truthfully. “Oh god, what did I say?” “Nothing much, just that you have never had an orgasm before” “Great” “Don’t worry, I'm sure I can help you with that problem” I told her with a smirk.

I couldn't deny the effect she had on me, she was perfect in every way. Seeing her in my bed didn’t help my crush on her. As we made our way back to the hotel she kept rambling about random things and even suggested that we sleep together. I knew that wasn’t her talking, she was drugged and wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. Even though I liked her, no way would I take advantage of her in such a state. I wanted to get with her when she was fully sober, wanting to have something real not just an impulsive booty call or being so fucked up we woudn’t remember anything in the morning. 

So I waited until the time was right. I sat in my private locker room fantasizing about Y/n when I heard someone knocking at my door. “Who is it?” I yelled through the door. To my surprise it was Y/n herself. “It’s me! Are you almost ready to go?” She asked me “Yeah, just give me a minute!” I said before opening the door to let her inside. When I opened the door I saw the shocked look on her face. “Well someones excited to see me,” she said as she looked me up and down. I was confused for a second until I looked down noticing I was fully hard. “Shit!” I could feel my face get red. “Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. You don’t have to be embarrassed” She told me reassuringly. I quickly grabbed all my things, changing the subject. “Do you want to get room service tonight instead? I don’t really feel like going out tonight.” 

The two of us sat in my hotel room in silence. Y/n was first to break the silence. “Does it hurt?” She asked, referring to my still hard cock. “It doesn’t hurt, just uncomfortable” I told her, the effect she had on me still being shown. “Do you want help with it?” I almost choked when the words came out of her mouth. “What?” I asked in disbelief. “Do you want some help with that?” She repeated as she got up from her seat, deciding to sit on my lap. “We could help each other out?” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

Everything happened so fast, before I knew it we were tangled in each other, frantically taking off  the others clothes fighting for dominance. “You have no idea how long I have wanted this,” I told Y/n. I could tell by the look on her face she was shocked by my size. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you” I told her reassuringly. I wanted to take my time with Y/n. I placed delicate kisses down her body before settling between her thighs. Kissing and sucking her inner thighs before inserting myself in her. I started with slow thrusts, trying to keep my promise of being gentile but she just felt so good, I needed to feel more, I needed to make her cum, I needed to make her have an orgasm so good, she could never be with anyone else, and that’s exactly what I did. My thrusts were hard, the grip I had on her hips as I pounded into her would bruise but neither of us cared. The two of us a moaning mess, my ears where filled with praises that left her lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, you fill me up so good” I could tell by the way she fluttered around me her words were true. “Fuck Y/n” I called out. I could feel she was close. “That’s it baby” I praised “Right there, You're close. Just relax baby. I need you to relax for me, don’t fight it” I told her as I continued my assault on her pussy. I reached my hand between us to play with her clit. That put her over the edge. “That’s it baby, I got you, let it out, let it all out” I told her as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm before I pulled out, cumming all over her chest. 

That became our routine. After shows we would either go out for dinner or order room service then have some crazy sex. As the weeks went past I found myself falling in love with Y/n and it terrified me. I was scared I was going to hurt her so I pushed myself away. I didn’t even realize it but I had become distant with her. Looking back on it I was kind of a jerk, I was never one for aftercare but with Y/n it was different, I almost found it better than sex, it was more intimate. That was why I fell in love, so, I became distant after sex, I acted like I didn’t care but I cared too much. When she asked what changed I avoided the question, when she asked to be more than just sex I turned it down without thinking. By the time I realized what I did it was too late. 

“I’m  Sorry Y/n!”  I yelled out to the poor girl who stood beneath me with tears in her eyes. “I should have known you were only using me to get your dick wet” She yelled back, her words laced with venom. I knew I fucked up. “Y/n wait! I didn’t mean it.” I yelled but It was too late. She was already grabbing her clothes that were scattered around the room and left before saying “And to think I was in love with you” 

****

Since that day at the training facility I couldn't get Y/n out of my head. She was all I thought about 24/7. That day replaying over and over again. But tonight I had a Trois match with the acclaimed against top flight and action andretti and I knew I needed to focus on the match, not Y/n. The match went well, another successful title defense until we were interrupted by bullet club gold. Austin and Colton were obviously still not over how I picked the acclaimed over them, the two of them alongside Juice Robinson requesting a title shot. I was going to say no until they brought up Y/n. “Of course you would say no Billy. I’m honestly shocked you are still with the acclaimed, I know how you are with commitment. I mean you let the love of your life slip through your fingers because you were scared of commitment. I wonder what Y/n would think if she knew you still beat yourself up about it 30 years later. Now you are all alone, still wrestling when you should be retired because you have no one to go home to”  Their words stung but they were true “You want a title shot? FINE, Next week Bullet Club Gold Vs The Acclaimed and Daddy Ass!” I yelled back at them! 

I sure hope Y/n didn’t hear any of that. 

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #billy gunn #Billy Gunn aew #Billy Gunn smut #daddy ass #the acclaimed #daddy ass x reader #Billy Gunn x reader #Billy Gunn fan fic #Billy Gunn one shot #billy funn fluf #Billy Gunn imagine