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[quits-writing]

hi, i was wondering if you could write steve's reaction to seeing (male) reader in a skirt or crop top? if you could add smut that would be great, but if you're not comfortable with that, that's completely fine. thank you :)

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨

𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏)

Before You Interact

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𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Steve’s locked his keys in his car and is stranded at Family Video. When you come to his rescue, he gets more than he bargained for.

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Straight up smut, babey!

𝘼/𝙉: Now you’re speaking my language! I wanted to do the smut but didn’t want to make it super specific bc there was no mention of Top! or Bottom!Reader so. But I can always add more later. Likely will do more smut stuff depending on how this goes over. Your body (both sex and general build) is left ambiguous bc yannow.

𝙏𝙒: Steve is horny as hell, you’re in the store (but it’s closed for the night), handjob (reader giving), petnames (you call him baby/baby boy and handsome), lmk if I missed anything.

Family Video on a Friday night? More like Steve Harrington’s personal hell.

Nobody else was working with him that day. Robin left early for a date, Keith was out of town, and any other miserable soul knew better than to answer the phone. So Steve worked the remainder of his shift in solitude. He was moody, to say the least, even getting snappy with you when you brought lunch for him.

It quickly went away as soon as he started to eat. You even helped by tending the shelves and checking in the returns; the brunette was more than grateful.

But as helpful as you were, you were also a distraction.

You came in looking even better than the quick lunch you brought. It was hard not to think about all of the things he’d be doing at home with you, had he not been expected to work a long shift. Alone.

If Harrington wasn’t stressed enough already, now he had to deal with your teasing. But being a masochist, he was more than okay with it.

In the small amount of time that you were at the store during his lunch break, he had to deal with your bullshit.

Your hands brushing up against his ass or thighs, the way you’d grab at the front of his jeans when nobody was looking, whispering anything and everything in his ear when you walked by.

He loved you, but you were definitely a piece of work. And after the store was finally closed for the night, he was practically jumping in the car to go see you. With the doors locked, Steve made his way to the burgundy car and went to open the door.

Well — he tried.

The doors were all locked. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except for the fact that he couldn’t find his keys. The brown eyed male began to circle the car until he finally spotted them — sitting on the passenger seat in the dark.

He locked his keys in the car.

The male groaned and slung out a pretty impressive set of profanities at the realization. After a few minutes of failed attempts to get inside the vehicle, he reluctantly went back to the store to use the phone. The store always looked kind of creepy at night. Like a place that’s just slightly off putting with the lack of lights and people.

At the counter, he leaned over and pulled out the phone. The other side rang for a minute before somebody picked up and he was greeted with your voice.

“Harrington residence, this is the animal pelt rug speaking.” You spoke flatly.

Steve smiled a bit, always loving your smartass remarks. “Hey, uh, is there any way you can bring me your set? I went to leave and, uh, locked my keys in the car. Of all the fucking nights, too.”

He heard you sigh a bit. Not annoyed, but you knew he was.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in a few.”

You hung up without goodbyes. In actuality, you probably should’ve put on a hoodie at the very least, but it didn’t seem important enough. Nobody would be seeing you this late anyways. So you grabbed your sets of keys and drove off to the video store once again.

The drive was peaceful even though it was short. The summer sun had died down, leaving only a navy blue sky and silver stars. Most people in towns were leaving restaurants or just entering the bars that littered your hometown. It reminded you that Robin would have to make it up to you two — hopefully she would swap shifts one day so you could take Steve out to eat.

Most parking lots were full, but not the one of the small strip mall that held the video store and arcade. Indeed, your boyfriend’s beloved car sat alone in the lot, reflecting lights off of the windshield. Inside the store he sat on the counter and smiled when you showed up, rushing outside to meet you.

With nobody around, you gave him a quick peck as he met you at the door. His hands found their typical spot at your waist before realizing he was touching skin and not fabric. The brunette pulled back and looked down at your shirt and nearly turned red right then and there.

It was an old shirt that you never really wore except to work out. The black had now faded to a dark gray, printed image cracking, sporting a few small holes every once and a while. You cut the sleeves off a bit and made the holes bigger than before, allowing for your lovely boyfriend to see the tone and shape of your arms.

God, he was ready to die.

“C’mon, let’s go home.” You pointed a thumb in the direction of his car.

You felt his lips graze your ear as he leaned (up/down) to whisper, “I really don’t think I can wait that long.”

It took a moment before it registered what he meant. The close proximity was enough to conceal it, but you felt the bulge through his jeans. Steve ushered you into the store, making sure nobody noticed, then opting to kiss you breathless until your back hit the wall.

All of the teasing had gotten to him, but now you were alone in the sheer darkness of the back of the store. Something about the situation made you laugh into the kisses, feeling as his hands wrapped around your neck. In the back room you placed your hands under his thighs to lift him onto one of the tables. The only lighting came from exit signs and a tv that never quite turned off.

The brunette panted into the silence while you gripped at his thighs. “Please, just… god, I need you to touch me.”

“Don’t worry, baby boy, you know I’ve got you.”

His hands went to undo his belt while you dove in to kiss his neck. Steve Harrington’s neck and chest were always sensitive, and he was never one to refuse when you wanted to exploit that. With his belt and jeans undone, you reached a hand down to grab at him through his boxers.

The brown eyes you adored so much rolled back and glinted in the red light. Even though he hadn’t been hard for more than a few minutes, he was very much desperate.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. I’ll get you off here, but then you’re mine when we get back. Sound good?”

He nodded back into the wall and groaned.

You reached into his boxers to finally pull him out. He was hard and practically throbbing into your touch. Judging by the amount of precum, he’d been dripping since you teased him earlier in the day. There was a solid wet spot from where it had all built up — you were surprised it didn’t show through his lighter colored jeans.

Steve’s hands gripped at your exposed midriff as soon as you began to stroke his cock. Brown and purple bruises were likely to appear in the morning, but that was simply a bonus. The air that was completely silent was now overthrown with your boyfriend’s lewdest sounds.

Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he was a little too hopeful that somebody would hear what was going on. Maybe even barge in and catch you in the act.

You pressed your forehead into his and continued to work. It felt natural to jerk him off; everything he liked committed to memory, like if you were to touch yourself. A particularly strangled sound came from his throat as you wrapped your fingers underneath the tip, circling gently. He was at your disposal.

“Fuck—! Please, please… it’s so good. Are you happy now? Was this your plan all along?” He groaned, clawing at your sides.

You grinned. “Not really, but I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself.”

And he was.

The high extended to you as well. Even if you were just pleasing him, it was still as euphoric as if the favor was being returned. Sweat was building up on his forehead and trickled down over the various freckles. Still in your hand, he was close and twitching wildly. It was only a matter of time.

“Go ahead, handsome. I promise we can keep this going at home.” The way you practically purred was enough to send him over the edge.

Steve finally came. After everything that had gone on during the day, it was even more intense than usual. The orgasm worked through his entire body and had him convulsing on the break room table. Any cum that wasn’t painted across your hand or his jeans was instead strewn across your midriff and cropped top. Since he wouldn’t be getting much aftercare due to location, you ran your free hand through his hair and kissed his red cheeks while he panted.

Silence was returned after a bit. There were only paper towels in the back, but you still cleaned up as much as possible. The brunette managed to stand again after a minute, half hard, and fixed his jeans. You felt his hand reach into the pocket of your sweatpants and fish out the spare set of keys for his car, a devilish smirk on his face.

“You said there’d be more. So, are you gonna stand here all night?”

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could you do a sub top male reader x steve harrington after gym

FEW DREAMS ABOUT YOU

a/n i made steve sort of a soft dom, who is almost like trying to prove he can dom even if he’s a bottom kinda thing.

cw: smut, oral (r! giving) riding, slight voyeurism (someone could walk in on them but there are no people there and no one walks in on them), crying after sex (in a good way)

You had been watching Steve in gym class today, it was basketball, and you always sat out when it came to basketball, purely so you could admire Steve when he was skins, what could you say, you loved your boyfriend.

Today was different however, there was this new guy, Billy, who was absolutely annihilating Steve, it hurt watching him get thrown to the floor almost every time Billy went near him, and you could see the anger building up on Steve’s face more and more each time it happened.

As soon as the bell rang everyone cleared to go to the changing rooms, Steve made eye contact with you and held up a five, saying to give him five minutes and then following him into the changing rooms once everyone had left.

You made sure every single person was out of the changing rooms before you walked in, as you walked in you saw Steve sat on the bench with a towel wrapped low on his hips, his abs flexing with each breath he does, it made a shiver run down your spine.

You hadn’t realised you were staring, until Steve raised his hand beckoning you over, you knew what this was going to be, after everything wit Billy, Steve needed to show you that he was the best, he needed to prove himself, not really to you, but to himself. You knew this, you knew him like the back of your hand, and you were willing to do whatever he needed to make sure he was okay.

He led you down on the bench, and unwrapped the towel from around his hips, and straddled you as he started to take your clothes off, taking his time to make you squirm, you kept shifting around which was making Steve’s cock brush against your jeans making you both moan.

Once he’d finally taken all of your clothes off he moved his body up until is ass was hovering over your face, you were desperate at this point. “You want it baby?” you groaned and that was all Steve needed as an answer before he sat on your face.

You slowly started licking and sucking on the outside of his hole he was moaning and rolling his hips, “come on baby no teasing me now” your heart fluttered at his voice going slightly higher than normal due to the pleasure he was feeling, you slowly inserted your tongue inside, and his hips started rolling quicker, until you felt the tiny ridge right inside, and he stilled, his eyes rolling back into his head.

You slowly inserted a finger alongside your tongue, and he started bouncing up and down on your face, which was a good moment for you to be able to breathe. You kept thrusting in and out of him, and tried to add a second finger to make sure he was ready.

He seemed to deem himself ready as he shakily climbed off your face and climbed down to your hips, he found your jeans that were discarded on the floor and grabbed the condom from your pocket, and opened it rolling it onto your cock, you thrashing slightly at the cold feeling on your burning cock.

Steve swung a leg over your hips and gripped your cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with his hole, before slowly sinking down.

It took him a few minutes before he was able to start moving, but you let him take his time. You knew he needed these few minutes just to feel close to you, so he’s able to calm down after everything that happened this period.

He then started to roll his hips, it was slow, and he didn’t want to take it any faster than that, he just needed to have you under him, and him be on top, but to still just know you’re there.

He was gripping onto your shoulder, because he was close but also because he needed to touch you, he needed the contact, he needed to feel you against him.

You reached your hand down and gripped him and slowly started to stroke him, he started to roll his hips faster, and clenching around you, you were groaning and started thrusting up into him, but he gripped your hips so you couldn’t move, he needed to do this by himself.

He came and clenched around you, so you came too, he was leaning back and screwing his eyes shut, and tears started to come out of them, he was just so full and happy, he needed you and you were there, just like you always were, and that was everything to him.

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could you write some smut with powerbottom steve harrington (or billy) after he beat reader in gym basketball or something

Get Wrecked

Steve Harrington x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

first anonymous request and i am in love with this, thank you for requesting! and i feel like i’ve written a lot of billy lately, so i’ll make this one for steve.

CW: 1 mention of weed n alcohol, steve being a fucking brat, swearing, smut, edging?, reader is quite literally sporting a boner throughout this entire fic, sub?top!reader, bossybottom!steve, low prep.

pairing: Steve Harrington x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: i love steve i love steve i love steve i love steve i love steve i love steve i love steve

word count: 1.7k.

(all the characters in this fic are 18+.) making sure to clarify this since this takes place while the reader and steve are in PE class.

Y/N is very close to walking out of the gym and into his car to drive his horny ass back home. He blames Steve.

It started in the locker room when they were changing. They were getting ready to play some basketball, and Y/N normally likes to stay back until the locker room is empty to talk to Steve more like kiss him — but this time, Steve had other plans.

As Y/N is putting his shirt on, he hears Steve come up behind him. He turns around to say something but Steve cuts him off by grabbing his crotch.

“Wh — “

Steve leans in to whisper in his ear. “Good luck.”

And with that, Steve is strutting away. That smug little shit. Leaving Y/N breathless, and worried about what the hell Steve is planning to do.

He walks out, pulling at his shorts that do absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he’s half hard. The teams are lined up on the sideline of the court, and he goes to join in.

They were put into teams beforehand, so Y/N is going against Steve. Maybe that’s why he’s being such an asshole.

Their teacher yells at them to get onto their sides of the court before blowing the whistle. Steve is checking the ball with another guy on Y/N’s team.

The game starts and Y/N sort’ve feels bad for his team. He’s missing all his shots and doing a shit job at guarding the others, specifically Steve.

Every damn time he goes to guard Steve, he turns around and fucking grinds himself back onto Y/N. To everyone else, it just looks like they’re playing the game — but nobody can hear the shit that Steve is whispering to him.

“You suck.”

“You swallow.” Y/N quips back quickly, trying to reach for the ball, but Steve shoves back into him again and throws Y/N’s focus out the window.

“You like this — “ Steve says breathlessly, “fuckin’ perv.”

“Keep grinding on me like that and someone is gonna think something is up.” Y/N says, holding back a grunt.

Steve shoves back — knocking Y/N away from him and moving to shoot, making it in.

“Fuck.” Y/N whispers to himself, trying not to look at his teammates knowing that they’re pissed with him.

The game goes on and Y/N’s team loses 17-33. Nobody is all that mad because it’s PE and nobody really gives a shit — but Y/N is pretty heated about it. He’s heated all over, really.

He’s waddling to the locker room, finding the nearest stall and sitting on the closed toilet — just breathing. So much blood has gone down to his dick he thinks he’s going to pass the fuck out.

He’s in there for at least ten minutes before there’s a knock on the door. “You good?”

Y/N is breathing a little too hard and it takes him a bit to realize that it’s Steve talking, but it clicks when he sees his shoes at the door of the stall. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Mad that you lost?” Steve says and Y/N swears he can hear the smug smile on his face.

“Is — is there..”

“No, everyone’s gone.” And Y/N is surprised because he hadn’t realized how long he’d been trying to calm himself down in there.

He gets up and opens the door, facing his boyfriend. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah okay, I know you hate me and all — but I had to.”

“Had to what?” Y/N asks, moving into Steve’s space. “Tease me the whole game so that you could win?”

“Well, yeah actually.” Steve says with a blank expression on his face. “I got us an invite to that absolutely bangin’ party that’s gonna happen on Saturday.” He leans against the wall behind him. “Free drinks, weed, and whatever the hell else is gonna be there.”

Y/N doesn’t know if he wants to kiss or slap Steve right now. Probably kiss him, because he’d never hit Steve. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

“No.” And Steve is doing that stupid thing he does when he tries to hide his smirk. “You wanted to go right? So I got us in.”

Y/N groans and scrubs at his face with his hands. “You know, all you had go do was ask to go. You’ve got more of a pull than you think, Harrington.”

He just shrugs, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s shoulders. “Enough about that, nobody’s here.” He leans in and kisses Y/N. Just a peck at first. “Thank god we’ve got PE for our last period.”

Before Y/N can get a word out, Steve is pulling him in, and turning him around to slam him into the wall. “Let’s get started, yeah? Not sure how much time we have.”

Steve kisses at his neck and Y/N just holds the back of Steve’s head, letting him suck on the skin to leave bruises that he knows he’ll regret later — but he’s too far gone to care.

Y/N pulls him by the hair to bring him back to his mouth, kissing him slowly while Steve’s hands work at his shorts. Once he’s got a good grip, Steve slides Y/N’s pants down — just enough to pull his cock out. “Holy fuck.”

“Yeah. That’s — this is what you do to me.” Y/N moans as Steve strokes him, slow enough that it’s bordering on teasing. “You gonna get to it, brat?”

“Like I said,” Steve looks up at him, “dunno how much time we have, so..” Steve drops to his knees. “I gotta get you ready for me.”

Y/N bites his lip to hold back a groan at the sight of Steve on his knees. It’s mouth watering and he gasps as Steve licks at the tip of his dick. He’s sucking at it now, using his saliva to coat his cock in a layer of spit.

Y/N is losing his mind a bit — and he doesn’t realize how close he is before it’s almost too late. “I’m — oh shit,”

Steve tuts and squeezes at his base. “Dude, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

“What have I done to deserve this.” Y/N groans while looking up at the ceiling. Steve laughs and gets back up. He leans in close to whisper into Y/N’s ear.

“You’re gonna fuck me while I’m bent over that sink.” Steve points behind him. “And you’re gonna make me come on your cock, kay?”

Y/N looks star struck and Steve taps at his face softly. “Babe? Anyone home?”

“Yes — yeah just — “ Y/N takes a deep breath. “You — fuck you.”

Steve laughs and grabs his hand, bringing him over to the sink. “That’s definitely on the to-do list.” He leans against it and pulls his shorts down, showing off his tight ass as he turns around. “We don’t have all day, L/N.”

Y/N thanks whatever the hell brought him to Steve Harrington and brings his hand around to Steve’s mouth. “Spit.”

Steve complies and Y/N isn’t a hundred percent aware of the mirror until he watches Steve drop his head down with a moan as he sticks his finger into that tight fucking heat.

“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry u— unh!” Steve is begging until he finally gets what he wants “Oh fuck, that burn is good..”

“Stop squeezing me so much — “

“Gotta make sure you don’t finish too early.”

Y/N scoffs but it turns into a moan when Steve shoves himself back on him. “Move.“

Y/N starts thrusting, but they’re shallow and quick. He’s teetering on the edge and it doesn’t help that Steve is squeezing the living shit out of him.

“Fuck me, L/N.” Steve makes eyecontact with him in the mirror before pushing himself back onto Y/N to match his thrusts.

“I am.” Y/N whines, sweating dripping from his forehead.

“If you aren’t gonna fuck me,” Steve grips at the sink, “guess I’ll fuck you.” Before slamming himself back.

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” Y/N moans and Steve is going to fucking town. He’s bouncing himself on Y/N’s cock with no mercy.

“Mmmph — you fill me so well.” Steve mumbles, cock drunk and filled with the adrenaline from knowing that anyone could walk in and see the two of them.

“Steve — Steve..”

“Almost, I’m — get my dick out,” Steve grunts without missing a thrust.

Y/N is fumbling with the front of Steve’s shorts, finally pulling his hot cock out — leaking and red from lack of stimulation.

Y/N squeezes and strokes quickly, twisting his hand and rubbing at his tip — just how Steve likes it. “Godfuckingdamn — “

Steve shakes and comes all over the sink. He squeezes onto Y/N with the force of his orgasm and Y/N loses it.

“Steve I can’t — please, please.”

Steve stands, leaning back against him and using his arm to curl around Y/N’s neck. He nibbles at his earlobe lazily and whispers, “Fill me up, L/N.”

It was like pushing a button.

Y/N comes so hard that he nearly crushes Steve against the sink, grinding into him — gushing his cum into his boyfriend. He’s panting and sweating and his breath his hitching as Steve continues to nibble on whatever skin he can reach.

Steve laughs and Y/N takes a glance at the mirror and almost fucking passes out.

There’s some cum on the mirror, god knows how the hell it got there, but in the reflection he sees Steve’s hair mussed and his lips a bright red — he’s sweating and breathing hard too, Y/N swears his dick just got hard again.

“You alright, babe?” Steve whispers, turning to look at Y/N in the reflection of the mirror.

“I’m taking a screenshot.” Y/N mumbles.

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look as good as you do now.” He says. “Keepin that in my spank bank.”

“You’re an idiot.” Steve scoffs before laughing again. “You gonna clean me up?”

Y/N sighs and wraps his arms around Steve, nuzzling into his neck. “In a bit.”

“If we traumatize a janitor, that’s on you.”

“Mmm.”

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um… we NEED more submissive top x powerbottom steve content

quick little thingy bcs i cant help myself. take this while i work on reqs.

Cowboy

Steve Harrington x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my photo!

CW: smut, steve being an ass, reader has a dick, slight overstimulation, edging, riding, i wanna be a coooowbbooyy baaabbyy, mostly dialogue.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: i uh. yeah.

(to help you visualize the scene, steve is currently riding the fuck outta y/n. dialogue starts with steve and constantly alternates between him & y/n.)

“Ooh — fuck.”

“Dude — “

“I’m literally riding your dick and you’re calling me ‘dude’?”

“Steve. I need to come.”

“C’mon, I just got hard again.”

“You’re insatiable.”

Steve laughs, “I know.”

“Can I come?”

“Mmm..”

“Steve.”

“Ah — mm..”

“St — eve.”

“What.”

“Please.”

“You can come, but I’m not finished with you.”

Y/N throws his head back, “You’re joking.”

Steve leans down to kiss him, “I would never.”

“I’m — mmph, coming — “

“Give it to me, baby.” Steve grips his face. “I want it.”

“Oh shit — “

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

“How’re you still going..”

“I mean — you’re still coming.”

“F — oh my god.”

“Holy fuck, you’re lucky I can’t get pregnant.”

“Would miss this ass, and this,” Y/N squeezes at Steve’s shaft.

“Holyshitholyshit — “

“Come, brat.” Y/N groans.

“Fu — ck.” Steve lays on his chest.

“You’re fucking cleaning us up.”

“My thighs are on fire.”

Y/N swats at his ass. “Get off me then, I’m not gonna be sticky.”

“No. Don’t pull out.”

“Fine.”

Silence.

Y/N moves Steve’s hair out of his face. “You’re gonna regret bossing me around later.”

Steve just gives him a dopey grin, “Looking forward to it, L/N.”

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Sweet Lovin’

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Hi! I was thinking about male reader patching up Billy after he got in a fight with someone, and reader even give him a massage which leads to nsfw. But its like really soft? Because Billy is still fucked up cuz of the fight so its like gentle sex? With top!reader? That's actually not necessarily i just like sub!billy c: “ — @russainweed

thanks for requesting again! i do love me some sub!billy, so here’s some of that.

CW: swearing, mentions of injuries, insulting pet names lmfao, smut, no dicks go into any butts — but billy does get fingered, reader has a dick, emotionally intense sex that’s also soft & giggly af.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: goddamn it’s been a minute since i’ve written smut — phhheeeeeewwwwwwwwww. i hope this is up to your standards my lord.🧎🏽‍♂️

word count: 2k.

“Ow — ow, ow, ow — “

“Hold still, dumbass.” Y/N mumbles, pinching at the ends of the bandaid to secure it onto Billy’s cheek.

“Stop — wait, okay.” Billy winces as Y/N tries to balance himself with a hand on his thighs. “God — that fuckin’ stings.”

Y/N looks at Billy then flickers his eyes back down to his thighs. “Got you here too?” Y/N goes to unbutton Billy’s jeans.

“Woah there, tiger. Take me out to dinner first.”

“I’m gonna check your thighs, dickhead.” Y/N slowly pulls Billy’s jeans off, inspecting the bruises for a moment before glancing back up and finding Billy smiling at him.

“You’re real pretty, L/N.” Billy lifts his hand to caress Y/N’s face. He cups his jaw and leans in, kissing Y/N softly.

Y/N sighs, putting his hand over Billy’s on his face. “I love you and all — but I hate seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Hurt.”

“Me? ‘M not hurt.” Billy tilts his head to the side.

Y/N puts pressure on Billy’s bare thigh and watches him scrunch up and hiss. “Okay — okay. I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna get you some ice. Don’t do anything stupid.” Y/N gets up, leaving Billy alone for a bit before returning with an ice pack.

They leave the ice pack on Billy’s thighs for a good amount of time — or until Billy complained about how cold it was. When Y/N goes to dispose of the water, he comes back to a shirtless Billy inspecting the bruises on his ribs in the mirror.

Y/N comes behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. “How many were there?”

“Well,” Billy starts, putting his hands over Y/N’s, “there was one, and then there was three.”

Y/N’s grip comes tighter around Billy. “Shoulda’ called me. We could’ve kicked ass together.” He wishes he was there to help, should’ve known Billy was going to get himself into trouble.

“Mmm, shoulda’ woulda’ coulda’.” Billy mumbles, leaning back into Y/N.

Y/N hands are roaming up and down Billy’s torso. Rubbing at his golden skin. “You feeling any better?”

Billy turns in his hold and kisses at Y/N’s neck. “Not the best,” he turns fully to face Y/N, “but it’s nothing a massage can’t help.” Billy grins.

“Seriously?”

“When have I not been serious L/N?”

“An hour ago, when I found you beat up on the side of the road, you told me — and I quote, ‘I definitely broke my ribs!’ and you scared the shit out of me.”

“To be fair, it felt like I did.”

“Billy, you sounded excited about it.”

“I never broke my ribs before okay — “

Y/N puts his finger over Billy’s lips, effectively shushing him. “Enough.” He moves away and takes Billy’s hand, leading him to his bed.

“What a gentleman.” Billy snickers.

Y/N sits Billy down on the edge and comes up behind him. He digs into Billy’s shoulders with his hands, and listens to him wince. “Relax, babe.”

“Trying.” Billy grunts, which turns into a gasp when Y/N digs in a bit harder.

The longer Y/N massages Billy’s back, the more he leans into it. “Why am I literally holding you up?”

“Because you’re really good with your hands.”

“That’s what she said.”

Billy turns around with enough speed to break his fucking neck. “Who’s she?”

Y/N laughs, “It’s a joke, dumbass.” Billy fakes his jealousy and makes puppy eyes at him. “Quit it.”

There’s silence as they both stare at each other.

Billy breaks the quiet, “Kiss me?”

Y/N cups Billy’s cheek and leans in, just brushing his lips against his. Billy gets impatient and gets his hand behind Y/N’s head to connect their mouths in a sweet kiss.

They’re laughing into it, breathless gasps and roaming hands — “Greedy.” Y/N mumbles against his boyfriend’s lips.

“Just for you.” Billy whispers as he pulls away. “Only you.” He’s blushing and Y/N is caressing a hand across his chest and rubs his finger across Billy’s nipple.

There’s a quiet grunt, and Y/N clicks his tongue. “None of that now, let me hear you Billy.” He digs his finger lightly into the sensitive skin.

“Sh — it.” Billy moans. “This mm — massage come with a happy ending?”

Y/N twists the nub, then kisses it in apology. “Only if you’re good.”

“I’ve been great.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Y/N sits up straighter. “You got into a bit of a riot, hun.”

“And?!” Billy says, a bit hysterically.

“And,” Y/N teases, “I’m pretty sure that isn’t a good thing.”

“I’m not the same man I was like — an hour or two ago.” Billy whines, gripping onto Y/N’s shoulders. He stares before swallowing and says, “Please?”

And who can deny that?

Y/N kisses Billy again, easing him into the kiss as he slowly pushes Billy back against the bed. Y/N’s mouthing at Billy’s neck and accidentally puts too much pressure on his thigh.

“Ouch — fuck.” Billy groans.

“Sorry, love.” Y/N apologizes by moving to kiss at his chest, trailing the kisses down to his stomach, then to his thighs. Billy gasping the whole way through.

Y/N nudges Billy up the bed, laying his head on the soft pillows. “Comfy?”

“Happy.” Billy mumbles with a dopey grin.

Y/N crawls over him and leans down to kiss him again. “I asked if you were comfy, baby.”

Billy laughs — almost a giggle, “Yes. Thank you.” Billy surges up to kiss his cheek.

Y/N trails his kisses back down Billy’s body, biting and sucking on his sensitive torso. When he gets to his hip, he teases at the hem of Billy’s boxers with his teeth.

Billy looks down at him and bites his lip as he groans. “You are so unbelievably sexy it’s annoying.”

Y/N laughs, his breath fanning over Billy’s crotch, causing him to twitch. “Should we take these off?” Y/N asks, referring to Billy’s boxers.

“Yes. Yes, please — “

Y/N smiles and gets his teeth hooked onto the hem of the boxers, then pulls down. Billy’s dick springs out, ans Y/N scoffs. “I barely touched you.”

Billy whines. “Why am I dating you if all you do is insult and bully me?”

Y/N licks up the side of Billy’s cock. “You tell me.”

Billy expects him to take him down his throat — but twitches when he feels Y/N’s mouth move lower. “What’re you — “

“Have I ever told you that you have the prettiest thighs, baby?” Y/N asks as he bites Billy’s inner thigh, sucking and licking at the skin that’s clear of bruises.

“Couple — couple times, yeah.” Billy says, choking on a moan. His hands fly to Y/N’s head, gripping at his hair. “God — why does that feel so — holy fuck..”

“Good, yeah?” Y/N says smugly, using his thumb to rub at the tip of Billy’s cock.

There’s a higher pitched whine that Billy doesn’t realize is coming from him. “F — fuck you.” A loud gasp and something that almost sounds like a hiccup. “You know it’s good, fucker.”

Y/N huffs a laugh, “I would most definitely like to fuck you,” He sucks on the tip for a moment, rendering Billy wordless. “but I kinda enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself like this, like the pretty pillow princess you are.”

“Oh — oh.” Billy moans as Y/N takes him straight to the root, with zero effort. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god — “

“Do not come.” Y/N says, and Billy didn’t even realize he pulled off for a second. “You don’t come until I say so.”

Billy whimpers as Y/N squeezes his shaft. “Y — Yeah,” He tries to catch his breath. “I gotchu’.”

Y/N can’t help but laugh at that, but quickly goes back to sucking his boyfriend’s pretty dick. He listens to the music that is Billy’s moans, along with the string of profanities that he’s put together.

“Just a little longer, baby.” Y/N hollows his cheeks, sliding his tongue roughly against him and Billy thrusts his hips up into the heat. Y/N gags a bit and pulls off, “God, I love how you taste.”

“I love you.” Billy says, just barely a whisper. It catches Y/N off guard.

“Hey,” Y/N sits up and kissing Billy. “I love you too. And I’m — “ He glances down at the bruises on Billy’s body. “ — I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

Billy just smiles and uses the hand that was already in Y/N’s hair to pull him into another kiss. “I do taste good.”

Y/N smiles against his lips, kissing him one more time before slinking back down. He kisses at Billy’s thighs once more before getting back to business.

“Anh! — Slow — slow, please..” And Y/N does slow himself down, just suckling on his cock.

Y/N hums around him, and Billy thrusts up again. Y/N intertwines his fingers with Billy’s hand in his hair, just holding it. He lets Billy grind his dick slowly in his mouth and throat.

Billy is whining again, high pitched gasps escaping him. “Wish you were in me.” He whispers. “I’d love that.”

Y/N gags a bit, being caught off guard again — he pulls off and holds his pointer and middle finger out for Billy. “Suck.”

Billy looks as if he’s trying to hold back a smile with the way he’s biting his lip, but does as he’s told. He sucks vigorously, knowing well where this’ll lead to.

Once Y/N decides his fingers are wet enough, he trails it past Billy’s balls, lathering it over his hole.

“Shit — shit.” Billy grunts, pulling at Y/N’s hair.

Y/N smiles before going back to Billy’s dick, sucking at the tip as he pushes in his two fingers. He notices Billy is shaking a bit, and he looks up to see tears welling in his eyes. He squeezes Billy’s hand with the one that’s not in his ass.

“I’m — ‘m good. Just close.” He’s whimpering at every thrust of Y/N’s fingers. Y/N sucks harder, taking him down to the root again.

“Holy fucking fuck — I’m — I’m gonna come if y-you do that.”

Y/N pulls off, wiping his face with the hand that was once holding Billy’s own. “You can come, but with nothing but my fingers. Kay?”

Billy’s eyes water again. “Oh — okay.”

“Good boy.” Y/N says, leaning up towards Billy. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He thrusts his fingers to punctuate his sentence. Billy moans loudly at that.

Y/N keeps going, aiming perfectly at the spot in Billy that makes him tremble. He’s sobbing now, tears running down his face as he gasps for air. “I’m gonna come — I’m gonna — ‘mgonnacome — “

“Yeah?” Y/N teases, slowing his fingers down a bit. He comes close to Billy’s face, he’s kissing him and he whispers, “Come.” against his lips. Accompanying his word with a harsh thrust of his fingers.

“Ah — mmmpphh!” Billy moans against Y/N’s lips as he finally shoots his load all over his and Y/N’s stomachs. “Mmm..”

Y/N lets him grind down on his fingers, riding out his orgasmic high. “Good boy, so perfect like this..”

Billy is gasping and panting as Y/N pulls his fingers out slowly, grabbing a napkin off the nightstand to wipe off his fingers.

Y/N lays at Billy’s side, and Billy scoots over to him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Y/N asks as he wipes the damp tears still on Billy’s cheek, smiling at the sight of Billy half asleep.

“Taking care of me.” Billy mumbles.

Y/N smiles, hard. He was just doing his job.

Billy shifts and it’s quiet — until he suddenly surges up, almost knocking Y/N out with his head.

“Did you come in your pants?!”

“I — what?”

“Change, now. Those are nice fucking pants — you better not ruin them, Y/N L/N.”

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Daddy Issues

Jonathan Byers x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Hi! Me, again :) so... What if Jonathan dad finds out that his son dating with male reader, so he gets like really mad and goes to threaten the kid, but he founds him with the reader, and he gets like really mad and shit but the reader tells him to piss off and comforts Jonathan? I don't really see fic about Jonathan's daddy issues witch is actually weird i always thought that's gonna be something big for writers :o. “ — @russainweed (you are carrying my account rn ily)

oooo angsty. let’s do it. (im making this little note here after ive written this and im sorry to say i lowkey hate it lmfao)

CW: this got a lot heavier than i meant for it to, homophobia, the use of the f slur, lonnie being a piece of shit, threats of violence, lots of crying, there’s comfort i promise.

pairing: Jonathan Byers x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: jonathan byers is my boyfriend its canon. 😁 also just a thank you for all the support my account has been getting recently! you guys are the best.

word count: can’t check rn sorry 😭

“So… tonight?” Y/N’s voice comes through the phone, and Jonathan smiles.

“Of course.” Jonathan replies, moving the phone to his other hand. “My mom wants you over here for dinner by 6, you know how she is if you don’t show.”

There’s a sweet laughter that comes through and Jonathan sighs to himself. “I’ll be there, tell her not to worry.” Y/N says and there’s a crackle on the line.

“I’m not worrying! I know you’ll be here.” Joyce’s voice comes through, and Jonathan quickly peers his head around to see her at the other phone.

“Mooom!” Jonathan groans.

“Hi momma Joyce!” Y/N exclaims. Jonathan face palms and Y/N laughs again, listening to the annoyed mumbling. “I’ll be over, baby. See you later!”

“Kay, bye.” Jonathan hangs the phone back on its stand. He uses a hand to push through his hair and huffs a laugh.

There’s quick walking coming in his direction. “He calls you ‘baby’?” Joyce asks, with a giddy grin on her face.

“Mom.”

“You two are just the cutest.” She squeezes his cheek and walks away.

Jonathan is trying to set up the kitchen table when Joyce comes over with a box. “Forgot to tell you I found these,” she drops it on the table. “It was on top of the fridge. All the photos we took from last year’s winter break!”

She picks up and few and spreads them across the table. One of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek, another of Y/N and Will trying to waltz, and more of Y/N and Joyce baking cookies.

He smiles down at the glossy pictures, filled with laughter and closed eyes. He picks one up, it’s of him and Y/N dancing in the living room as Will was bopping his head to the music. He’s trying to relive the moment in his head when there’s a loud knock on the door.

Assuming that it’s Y/N, Jonathan happily sprints to the door — the photo of them in his hand. He opens it with a stupid grin that quickly turns into a frown.

Lonnie.

“What are you — “

“Where’s your mother.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Jonathan gets a chill up his spine.

“She’s — she’s cooking.” Jonathan mumbles, instinctively closing the door a bit. Lonnie grabs at it and pries it wide open.

“I’m starvin’.” He breathes, marching past Jonathan and towards the kitchen.

Will is sitting on the couch watching a cartoon and he immediately stiffens when Lonnie walks into the living room. “Hey, kiddo. How you been?”

Will looks to Jonathan and then back at Lonnie. “I’m fine..”

Joyce walks in and her expression is similar to Will’s. Their faces painted with similar confusion. “Lonnie? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to stop by, grab somethin’ to eat. Jonny boy over here said you were cooking.” Lonnie shrugs and starts to stalk towards the kitchen.

Jonathan looks at Will and then at his mother. Then, panic hits him.

The pictures.

God, no. Please, no. Go straight for the food you fucking bastard, please.

“The fuck is this?” Jonathan hears as he chasing after Lonnie. Too late.

He tries to come up with an excuse, but there really isn’t one when the photo that Lonnie picks up is the one of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek. “My — it’s.. they’re photos.”

“No shit.” Lonnie says, venom in his voice. “Why the fuck are you kissing this guy?”

Joyce runs in and grabs the photo out of Lonnie’s hand. “That isn’t your business.”

Lonnie tries to reach for it again, but Joyce pulls her hand away in time. He swears and turns to Jonathan. “Shoulda’ known you were a fucking faggot.”

Jonathan freezes. He isn’t sure what to do. “Shoulda’ known from the moment you told me you never had a girlfriend back when you were in school.” Lonnie continues. He scoffs before adding, “You’re disgusting.”

Joyce is caught off guard by his words, and Lonnie is able to grab the photo out of her hands. He brings it to Jonathan’s teary eyed face and rips it in half.

“No! — “

“You’re disgusting.”

He drops the two pieces to the floor and Jonathan catches them midair, his tears flowing freely now. He can’t hear much, but he can tell that Joyce is telling him off — screaming at him to get out.

Jonathan runs to his room with the torn photo, desperate to fix it. His shaky hands are trying to find the tape in his desk, but he can’t bring himself to calm down.

He’s breathing hard and crying — choking on his sobs. He gives up on looking for the tape, since he physically can’t bear to do it.

He crumbles to the floor and curls into a ball. He’s sobbing into the fabric of the jacket he has on when he realizes there’s rapid knocking coming from his window.

“Let me in, Jonathan — “ He hears the voice from outside plead.

Jonathan looks up and everything is blurry and the sounds around him are warbled by his own cries, but he squints at the window.

He doesn’t know if he wants to open it though. He feels like he’d rather cry and wallow in self pity. He’s disgusting.

He sobs harder into his own shoulder when he’s suddenly picked up and cradled.

“Hey — you’re alright. Breathe, baby.”

He knows that voice, and he clutches to the body that’s holding him together. Keeping him from shattering to pieces. From being torn apart like that photo.

The body starts rocking back and forth, and Jonathan finally starts to calm down. How’d he get in? There’s a kiss placed on his forehead and he finally opens his eyes. “There you are, love.” Y/N whispers, it looks as if he was crying too — and Jonathan frowns.

“Were — “ There’s a sniffle that interrupts his own sentence, “were you crying?”

Y/N huffs a laugh, and there’s a tight smile on his face “Says you.” His face turns serious. “What happened?”

Jonathan doesn’t know where to start, so he turns over in Y/N’s arms to reach for the ripped photo. He hands it to him and bites his lip in an attempt to not cry.

“What.. who — “

Jonathan shakes a bit.

“It’s alright. Hey — see look, we can just tape it back together, or — “ Y/N reaches for the camera on the table, “we could just take another.” He smiles at Jonathan.

Jonathan smirks, Y/N feels alive again. “We could.”

I’m disgusting. He frowns.

“Why’d you do that?” Y/N asks, referring to Jonathan’s face. He cups his jaw, opening his mouth to say something — when suddenly, there’s yelling in the hall.

A loud crack comes from the door as it swings open, revealing a very red Lonnie.

“You. You’re that fuckin’ guy.” He whispers, almost to himself. Joyce is behind him, it’s almost as if you could see the steam coming from her ears.

“Leave them alone, asshole!” She yells, storming to the phone to call the police.

Y/N sets Jonathan into a sitting position against the wall. “Yeah.” Y/N says, connecting the pieces as to why Jonathan was freaking out. “I am.”

“You’re a fucken — “ Lonnie yells, but Y/N interrupts him.

“What? A homosexual?” He shrugs, “At least I’m not a fuckin’ screw up like you.”

“You better watch your mouth, boy.”

“I don’t listen to dumb fucks like you.” Y/N walks towards him, leveling his height with Lonnie. “If I were you, I’d get the fuck out of here.” He points down the hall.

“Before the police find you dead.” Y/N says under his breath.

Lonnie squares his shoulders. Y/N thinks he’s going to punch him or something, but he turns and stomps down the hall. He swings the front door open and leaves with a loud bang of it closing.

Y/N almost laughs, before remembering Jonathan is behind him. He turns and runs towards him, still slumped against the wall. He’s shaking and there’s dry tears on his cheeks.

“You’re okay.” Y/N says. “He’s gone.”

“I know. I know.” He mumbles.

Y/N sees Joyce through the window, cursing and screaming at Lonnie who’s driving off, hopefully for good.

Y/N turns back to Jonathan, who calmed down. He’s breathing evenly with his eyes closed. Y/N caresses his face, lightly tapping on him. “Sweetheart.”

Jonathan hums in response, leaning into his hand.“Why’d you come through my window?” He whispers.

“Well, you guys weren’t answering the front door. I know why now.” Y/N says, combing through Jonathan’s hair with his fingers.

Jonathan sighs.

“I love you.” Y/N suddenly whispers.

“And I love you, Y/N.” Jonathan smiles, almost giggling.

Y/N pulls Jonathan into his arms, and leans against the wall. They’re sitting there for a couple of minutes before Jonathan breaks the silence.

“Can we take the photo now?”

“Of course, love.”

Y/N grabs the camera and sits next to Jonathan. He lets Jonathan hold his face and gently kiss his cheek. Y/N takes the photo and sets the camera down, turning to kiss Jonathan properly.

“I’m keeping this one.” Y/N mutters.

“Absolutely not.” Jonathan says, snatching the photo away.

They laugh and it’s easier to breathe again.

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*!*!* Strawberries & Chocolate. *!*! (Chapter 6)

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WARNINGS: Blood, Making out, Cigarettes, Hung over, Homophobia, Self-hatred, Depression, Swearing.

y/s = your sexuality.

Y/N woke up on his bed, his head spinning. He didn't remember a lot from yesterday. He sat up on his bed, seeing that his room was cleaned. Were his parents home?

Y/N got up, putting on new clothes. His hair was a mess. He walked down the stairs, his head hurting. He smelt breakfast, the tasty delicious smell of food. Y/N walked into the kitchen, a huge smile on his face.

Thereby the stove stood Steve in a red apron around his waist, cooking bacon. "Good morning, Y/N," Steve said, placing toasted bread on a plate.

Y/N sat down on the chair by the kitchen island, looking at Steve while he cooked. Steve walked over to him, placing down the plate, hands on his hips. "Enjoy the food," Steve said, smiling.

Y/N nodded, grabbing the fork, and taking a bite out of the food. A smile on his lips, "Hurry up with eating your food, otherwise, we'll be late," Steve said, Y/N raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Late for what?" he asked, "School, duh," Steve said.

They arrived at the school parking lot, both stepping out of their car. Steve searched his car, grabbing a box of chocolate strawberries, and handing it to Y/N. Y/N smiled at Steve.

"You really didn't have to get me these-" Y/N said, chuckling, Steve nodded, humming, "Felt like giving you something special," Steve said, "Cya after class." Steve said, heading off.

Y/N took one of the chocolate strawberries, taking a bite, a smile on his lips. Y/N walked towards the school building, his head still hurting.

Y/N felt eyes on him, then it hit him, He remembered everything from yesterday. How he hit Billy yesterday, how he basically went insane during the night, how he drinks tons of beer cans, and Steve took care of him. Y/N hated how he fell for three guys. Who was all different from one another.

Y/N opened his locker, staring at the mess. He didn't feel bothered cleaning it up. He had algebra today. And he hadn't finished his homework. He had been a fucking mess lately. He took another strawberry to calm his nerves.

He was quickly snapped out of his mind when someone slammed their fist on his locker. Y/N stared at the figure. It was Billy Hargrove. Y/N let out an annoyed groan, staring at him. Billy grinned, grabbing Y/N's hand harshly. "Meet me at my car after school, homo," he said, letting go of Y/Ns hand. Y/N was confused and annoyed. Who does that randomly?

Y/N watched Billy storm off. Y/N was extremely confused, who in their right mind does that? Y/N wasn't loving how the day went so far. He wanted to go home.

Y/N had just finished Algebra. His teacher had been yelling at him about how he forgot his homework at home & didn't even finish it. Y/N couldn't really be bothered. He never liked school, who even did like school anyways?

Y/N sat down on a bench outside on the school grounds, eating his strawberries still. He couldn't stop eating this, it was a gift from Steve. And he loves chocolate.

Y/N heard footsteps approaching him, and supposedly it wasn't Tommy this time. He saw guys who were dressed in hellfire shirt approach him, sitting down by the bench. "Hey, L/N!" Eddie said.

Y/N placed the bag of chocolate-dipped strawberries in his bag. He smiled at Eddie & the rest of hellfire. "Whatsup?" Y/N asked.

Eddie smiled, "Tomorrow we have a campaign, you coming right?" Eddie asked, grabbing Y/N's hand. Y/N felt his cheeks heating up, a wide smile on his lips, "Yup! I will come," Y/N said.

Eddie grinned, eyes locked at Y/N's, "Great! We will be happy to see you join!" Eddie said, excited.

Y/N nodded, looking at the curly haired man & his group.

Y/N stared at the clock, remembering he have to meet Billy now. He didn't look forward to this. His head was aching, his throat hurting.

He threw his bag over his shoulder, heading outside to Billy's car. He noticed the dirty blonde curled hair man standing by his car, smoking a cigarette. Y/N let out a annoyed sigh, walking up to him.

"You wanted to see me, Hargrove?" Y/N said, groaning in annoyance. Billy smirked, nodding his head, "Yeah, I wanted to see you, homo." Billy said, gripping onto Y/N's jacket, pulling him closer, their face just a few inches apart.

Y/N eyes widened, one part of him wanted to stay there and see what will happen, and the other part of him wanted to push Billy off and just go home.

Billy raised an eyebrow, grinning like an idiot. Y/N pulled away from Billy. He felt sick but also good. "What the fuck-" Y/N said, confused. Billy walked closer to him. "Let me kiss you." Billy said.

"What the hell- what the hell- we can be seen- you willing to risk your fucking rep for me!?" Y/N said. All of this was so weird to him.

Billy dragged him to his car, "Sit in the front seat." Billy said, Y/N couldn't help but obey him. He sat in the seat, seeing Billy sitting down on his lap. Feeling Billy's lips on his.

Y/N let out a gasp, his face heated up. His mind was thinking about Steve, Eddie & Billy. This was confusing to him. He loved this. But he also hated it. Despised this.

Y/N pushed Billy off again, running out of the car, his mind fuzzy. Billy sat there in the seat, looking at Y/N who was running away. He licked his lips, smirking. "You'll be back, I know so," Billy said, sitting down in the driver's seat.

Y/N had been walking for so long that he didn't notice Steve pulling up next to him & the rain pouring down, "Y/N, GET IN, IT'S RAINING-" Steve yelled, Y/N sighed, stopping.

He climbed into Steve's car, wet.

Steve looked at him, worried, "Where did you go? I was looking for you after school," Steve said, a worry in his voice.

Y/N covered his face with his hands, his mind fuzzy, "I'm sorry- I just didn't feel okay.." Y/N said.

Steve sighed, nodding, "I'll take you home," Steve said, driving the car.

Y/N sat in his room, wearing clean clothes. He was listening to some Iron Maiden music, sketching his dnd character. Steve left a few minutes ago. Leaving him home alone.

He was staring at the pages, annoyed at himself. He hated everything about the feelings he was feeling. He has always known he was y/s, he accepted himself that he was. But he never ever liked how he was attracted to more than one person.

He was in love with The King, The Lover & The Freak. He was disgusted at himself because of it. He hated it.

He knew he'd have to choose one of them, he hated that too. Why couldn't there be another way?

He took the last chocolate strawberry and ate it. Trying to calm his nerves. He didn't wanna cry, not again.

Y/N laid his head on his desk, sighing. Why did senior year have to be this messed up? And why to him?

Nothing was going his way. Nothing ever did. Senior year could only end one way, in total and utter chaos.

But the only thing Y/N craved right now was sleep & a cigarette.

Y/N sat up, grabbed his cigarette pack, and lit it on. He had to stop smoking cigarettes he knew that, but he could never get himself to do so. He placed the cigarette between his lips, inhaling the smoke.

He wondered what could happen tomorrow. End with him crying himself to sleep? Possibly. He let out a loud groan.

Y/N turned out the cigarette, laying on his bed. His hair was a mess again. His clothes were scattered around. He quickly drifted off to sleep, not bothered to care.

His bedroom window was open, the cold night air filling his room. The sounds of cars & other sounds from the distance.

Tomorrow would hopefully be at least a little bit better, right?

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Cuffed

Non-explicit, solo eddie, omorashi, accidental restraint, crying

“Fuck” Eddie groaned. He had been drinking all night in celebration after a very successful Corroded Coffin concert. He doesn’t remember getting home but he was glad to wake up in his room, alone.

His head was killing him. He reached up to rub his head but found that his hands were stuck behind him. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Somehow in his night of drinking and various other substances, he had been handcuffed to his jeans. Normally, he would have his uncle pick the lock but judging my the clock, uncle Wayne wasn’t home.

He managed to get on his feet. “Oh no.” As he stood up, he felt the weight of his bladder. He had to go badly. The last time he remembered going to the bathroom was before the concert, if that really was the last time he went, he didn’t have long.

He tried to open the bedroom door blindly but with the angle of his hands, he couldn’t do it. He grimaced, he couldn’t get out of the situation on his own. He reluctantly made the decision to call Steve. He didn’t want him to see him in this state, not intentionally at least, but hoped he could help.

He pulled the phone over, hit two on speed dial, and hit speaker phone. “Hello?” He heard from the other side. “Steve, i woke up handcuffed and cant get out. Can you come here with your tool box? Preferably soon.” The panic in his voice was apparent. Steve stifled a laugh. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. Still disappointed i couldn’t have put you in them though.” He teased. “Haha, very funny, Harrington. See ya soon.” He ended the call and whined. He wasn’t sure if he could wait twenty minutes.

Barely five minutes later he couldn’t even sit still. He squeezed his thighs together, trying his hardest to hold himself without the use of hands. He groaned and bit his lip. He started trying to pull his pants down, even if he couldn’t get out of the room, he wanted to at least save some shame & his jeans.

He sat in his desk chair and began spinning, he hoped the spinning would distract him. Unfortunately, it distracted him a bit too much. He yelped as a short gush of urine escaped him. He frantically stood up, tensing all his muscles to regain control.

He managed to stop himself but not before it had made a sizable wet patch on his pants. His face burnt with embarrassment. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Steve would never let him outlive this, having to come save him from being handcuffed to his own piss-soaked pants? He couldn’t think of something more humiliating.

He rushed to the door, attempting once again to open it. He panicked as he felt himself leak. The wetness of the fabric on his skin made it harder for him to maintain control. He was panting like a dog, he was tired, his poor bladder felt weaker & weaker as the seconds passed.

He whimpered and rested his head against the door. He wasn’t gonna make it. He was still squirming, he could feel the liquid sloshing as he moved. A few tears slipped down his cheeks as he felt himself losing control. A steady stream escaped his body. It was official, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson was slowly pissing into his jeans.

He couldn’t stop himself from crying. He was twenty years old! Stuff like this wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to have accidents at his age. He was humiliated but glad he was alone. He was covered in & standing in a pool of his own shame when the doorknob began turning. “Eds! I brought the tools!” He certainly had some explaining to do.

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Needy Jonathan.

A/N: this is straight to the point, also please ignore how rushed this is lmao, ty :)

Warnings: smut, fluff, anal, blow job, making out, kissing, sex, rubbing.

(Y/N) peppered Jonathan with delicate kisses around his neck, feeling joanthans warmth on his lips. Jonathan whimpering at your kisses made you feel enlightend, and also made you hungry for him. With this new hunger, (y/n) began to rub his hand under joanthans shirt, feeling around his warm body. Jonathan winced at your cold hands interacting with his body, but got used to it, feeling you graze your cold hands on him.

"Please, keep going.." Jonathan uttered out, his breath taking control of his will to speak. You chuckled at this, seeing how needy Jonathan was becoming, just like you. You began to rub your hand all around his chest, grazing your fingers around his nipples. Jonathan whimpered softly as he felt his body be lit on fire with your touches.

"Should I keep going, Johnny?" Without thought, Jonathan nodded, his eyes hungry for you, he desired you this entire time, and he wasn't going to waste this perfect opportunity to be with you. You smiled at his answer, and got to work quickly. Beginning with taking off his shirt, then his pants, once done with that, you began to do the same with yourself, while Jonathan watched egarley.

After this, you began to crawl on top of Jonathan, placing your hands on his, pinning them on your bed, "what should we do jonathan?" (Y/N) asked softly, gripping onto jonathans hands tightly. "T-Touch me.." the boy said weakly, feeling embarrassed that he had to say it. He looked away shyly, turning his head to face the wall. You noticed all of this, of course you did. And decided to cheer him up. "Are you nervous?" (Y/n) asked. Jonathan could only mumble words softly. "Are you?" "Y-Yes.." you brushed your hand through his hair softly, trying your best to reassure him. "Hey, it's okay Jonathan, if you don't want to the-" "n-no!"

You stopped your sentence, surprised with jonathans tone. "N-No, please, just touch me.." All you could do was ablige, and begin to touch Jonathan, his neck, face, chest and abdomen, which earned you a few whimpers from the boy. Your hunger soon grew, and so did your desire. Without hesitation or warning, you slid your hands down into joanthans underwear, feeling his length. Jonathan gasped quietly, his legs now trembling with pleasure. "You like that?" Jonathan nodded frantically, his breaths becoming heavier with every stroke you did. Jonathan winced as you pulled down his underwear, revealing his length to the cold air, with his length revealed , you gave Jonathan the look, just to make sure he was ready, and he was, nodding softly as he awaited his pleasure.

You began to lick his shaft slowly, starting your pace off slowly, soon building your way up. Jonathan winced in pain as he felt your warm tounge hit his shaft, soon feeling a tingling sensation when (y/n) shoved his length down his throat. The boy whimpered pathetically as he was given immediate pleasure. You continued, earning yourself multiple breathy moans from Jonathan. His moans echoing through your bedroom. As you continued, joanthan began to grip your bed sheets tightly, "i-im cumming!" Jonathan uttered loudly, as his head rolled back, (y/n) felt warm spurts go down his mouth. Jonathan was panting heavily, still gripping the sheets. "Did you like that?" You said, wiping the cum off the side of your face. "Y-Yes, bit I still want, more."

This answer shocked you, was he this needy? "Oh, you sure?" You asked, making sure he was clear with his statement. "Y-Yes." He looked down at you and then looked at his length, his eyes focused on you. You rose up, and crawled towards him, putting your lips up to his ear, "do you want me to fuck you?" You asked, your breath going into his ear, making him blush hard. "Y-Yes~" you quickly got away from his ear and stared at Jonathan, looking in the eyes of a needy, horny boy. "Mm, okay~" you replied casually, gripping onto his twitching length, and pumping him away. This made joanthan sob softly, fighting not to moan as loud as he wanted to. This action was to just tease him, give him a little taste of what was going to happen. You gripped onto joanthans slutty hips, and aligned his throbbing hole with your length. Without hesitation, you inserted yourself into Jonathan. Jonathan sobbed softly as he felt you softly thrusting into him. Keeping up with your pace, you began thrusting into him quicker, which started to create tears into joanthans eyes. "K-Keep, going!" Jonathan uttered out, gripping onto your shoulders, digging his nails into you.

You winced In pain as you felt jonathans nails, practally stabbing you. The pain soon got to you, feeling joanthans insides wrapping around your length. Then came the pleasure, which started when you made eye contact with Jonathan, his eyes covered with tears. "C-Cumming, Cu-Cumming~" Jonathan managed to mutter, closing his eyes as he released on himself. You would soon follow after him, releasing inside of Jonathan.

Jonathan panted heavily as he tried to catch his breath from the climax, you did the same, taking yourself out of him and laying beside him. All you could see was jonthans cute face, his hair a mess, and his face a mess, coveted with tears and blush. "I love you." Jonathan said softly in a breathy tone.

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taking care; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x male!reader

summ. (request) reader is sick but sent to school anyway and eddie finds out, insists on taking reader home, sees reader's shitty home, and takes him to his

gen. angst, fluff, sick hurt/comfort

tw. implied abuse, implied neglect, shitty awful parents, puking, dry heaving, allusions to physical abuse, use of "queer" as a slur, swearing

wc. 2.3k

note. i was planning on getting requests out earlier but i have actually been busy w/ friends n family and i'm going on a little trip tomorrow! anyway, hope u enjoy!! (also i feel like maybe eddie's dialogue is ooc so i apologize)

Your head spins and your stomach churns as you stumble out of your room, holding your hand against your forehead. You know it's a bad idea to even ask but you just feel so awful that you hope your mother would let you stay home. Your hand trembles as you reach out for your mother's bedroom door. You stand there for a solid ten minutes before you get the courage to turn the doorknob and carefully step into her room. "Mom?"

She stirs, head snapping in your direction. "What?" She spits. 

"I- I don't feel good," Your voice wavers as you pathetically croak. "I can barely stand and I threw up twice already."

"And?" She looks at you expectantly, sitting up before setting her glasses on her nose. 

"Could I... stay home?" 

"No," She swings her legs over the bed. "Of course, not! I can't have you here!"

"B-but I'll stay in my room and it's serious, mom. I can't huuh-" You cover your mouth as you dry heave. You shoot your mom a look and she's unmoved. 

She makes a shooing motion with her hands, giving you an icy glare as her answer. 

"Okay," You put your hands up before covering your mouth again as bile travels up your throat.

---

Once you step foot into Hawkins High, you head to the bathroom to empty your guts. After you stop throwing up, you sit against the cold tile of the bathroom floor (that also happens to be pretty disgusting). You rest your head against the stall with your knees pulled up to your chest. You take a good few moments to breathe deeply and collect yourself. After you're at least pretty sure you won't throw up as soon as you move, you open your eyes. The bathroom isn't the greatest place for you to be breathing deeply but alas. You push on your knees as you stand and almost throw up again at the sight of the toilet before you flush it. You inhale sharply before throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the stall. 

With as minimal stumbling as you can manage, you make it to your class albeit late. The teacher doesn't even blink an eye at you as you wobble your way to your seat. It looks like a chunk of other students were missing or skipping out on class. You're surprised and relieved at the lack of a lecture. 

---

Third period. With Eddie. There was no way he wouldn't be able to see through you. Nonetheless, you try your best to put up an act. It's a bit easier since you arrive before him and he can't stare you down as you walk on trembling legs. He takes his usual seat right in front of you, tossing his bag to the floor before he turns around to chat you up. You can't help smiling back at his beaming and beautiful face. 

"How was your morning?" He asks casually, resting his arms on your desk. 

"Greaaat," 

"Rough mornin', sweetheart?" He gives a slight chuckle, playful eyes staring back into yours.

"Yep," You pop the 'p' and nod your head. 

"Well," Eddie drawls, "tell me about it."

"First of all huuh-" You slap your hand over your mouth as you start dry heaving. Your eyes blow wide and you scoot your chair back as you fold over, still holding your hands over your mouth like your life depends on it. The dry heaving doesn't stop and soon you begin to feel that unwanted guest creeping up your throat. Tears sting your eyes as you kick back your chair and make a run for the bathroom leaving Eddie in the dust.

You fall to your knees once you see a toilet and in the next moment you finally free your mouth and let it all out. You're too preoccupied with throwing up to notice or feel the bruises forming on your knees or the other person entering the bathroom. That is until you hear their voice ring out.

"Y/n?"

You really wish you would have locked the door behind you because in the next second Eddie Munson is squeezing into the stall with you. Thankfully (or not), he locks the stall behind him, crouches down, and rubs reassuring circles against your back. "Hey, it's okay," He whispers, brushing some hair from your face. 

Once you're done, you feel empty. If Eddie wasn't there with you and so close -pressed up against you like a torturously fantastic dream- you would have looked pale and drained but your face was flushed and your stomach was whirling with butterflies. You sort of wiggle out of his grip as you get off your knees, turning to sit with your back against the stall like before and pulling your knees to your chest. Eddie does the same to give you what little space there was before his eyes fall on you, staring intently.

"Care to share what that was about?"

You glare at him, thinking it would be fairly obvious. "I'm sick, dumbass." 

"No shit," Eddie retorts. "What're you doing at school then, huh?" He looks at you like you had a choice in the matter.

"Can't stay home."

"Bullshit."

"I'm fine," You settle for. "I'll make it through the day with a few quick bathroom breaks, no big deal."

"No big deal?" He looks at you incredulously. "Man, you're throwing your guts up, you look like a ghost, and your eyes are all..." He moves his fingers in a circular motion which doesn't help him explain nor make sense to you. He scoots the little bit there is closer and takes your arm gently, "And you're shaking."

He lets go of your arm and you shrug. "That sucks, I'll be fine." It was what your mother would say.

"No, fuck that!" He takes your hand and stands up. "C'mon, you're going home," He pulls you up, wrapping his arm around you. 

"Eddie!" You whine.

"No arguments, big boy, c'mon!" 

---

You sigh as Eddie turns off the ignition, his van sitting in your driveway. "Eddie, this isn't a good idea," 

"Why? Because you need to go to school even though you're clearly dying?"

You roll your eyes at him, "No. Because who do you think sent me to school anyway?" You turn in your seat, looking sternly at him. "I do what I have to, okay?" Your gaze softens.

"What do you mean by that?" 

"It's just- Nothing. I don't mean anything by it." You shake your head a little. "Go," You motion him toward your door, "be my guest."

Eddie looks at you puzzled but persists nonetheless. He unbuckles and hops out of his van. You could almost laugh as he struts up to your door, it's too bad what he was about to see wouldn't be too funny nor prove whatever point he had. Eddie softly knocks at your door, holding his hands behind him and rocking on his heels. He jumps at the door opening and his eyes immediately scan over each and every bruise and mark littering the exposed skin of your mom's body.

"The hell do you want? Soliciting some magazine I ain't gonna read?"

Eddie doesn't really know what to say. His muscles tense up as a taller man joins your mother's presence. There are two large handprint-like marks on the man's neck like someone tried to strangle him.

"You here 'bout our son? He ain't lay hands on you, done he? Like yous a woman?" Your dad asks, leaning his hand on the doorframe. 

Eddie still stays silent, unsure about how or even if there was a way for him to go about this.

Your dad slams his fist against the doorframe causing Eddie to jump. "Well?" He asks. "Fucking queer touch you or not?"

"I'm sorry," Eddie puts his hands up. "Wrong house," He squeaks out before turning tail and running back to the van.

You wish you could have just laughed at this because your parents really were something but they were more than that. You turn to look at Eddie. "First, are you okay?" He nods and you sigh. "Then second, I told you!" You almost want to curse him out but you're sure he got enough traumatization from your parents. "I fuckin' told you," You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

---

You honestly expected Eddie just to take you back to school but now he was passing the building. "Eddie, where are we going?"

"My house," He answers nonchalantly.

"What do you mean 'your house'?"

"Well, trailer but still,"

"Eddie," You're practically boring a hole into the side of his face. "Eddie," You repeat. "Eddie!"

"What?!" He snaps his head toward you. His face quickly softens, "Sorry."

"Why are you taking me to your house?"

"Because you're sick!" He throws both of his hands up and off the steering wheel. In a calmer tone, he adds, "Besides, I'm not letting you go back to your house or the school. I'm taking care of you."

You're silent for a moment. You've never had anyone take care of you like this, at least not since you were really young. "You don't need to-"

"I don't need to do anything, I know! I want to! Okay?" He looks at you sincerely, his big baby browns staring back at you.

"Okay," You reply defeatedly.

---

With your arm over his shoulders and his over yours, Eddie practically carries you into his trailer and into his room. "Ugh, Eddie, you need to clean in here,"

"I know, I know." He puts his hands up defensively as he stands over you. He's a bit out of breath from carrying you around. "Okay, first things first," He picks up a small trashcan and empties its contents out onto his floor, "Puke bucket," He says, handing it to you.

"Why did you dump out all that trash? That's gross,"

"You know you're very judgemental for someone who I watched unload their guts not even an hour ago,"

It's your turn to puts your hands up, "Okay, okay."

"Besides, if I knew you were coming over, I would have cleaned up the place, dolled myself up, the works."

You shake your head and laugh at that. Eddie returns your smile.

"Your humor's intact, that's good." He points at you with a goofy smile. "And since we here at Munson Medical are so..." He motions his hand in circles as he tries to think of the word, "Fuck, I don't know. All I know is, you're resting," He points at you. "And I'm cleaning."

---

True to his word, after you passed out from meds he gave you, Eddie had cleaned his room and part of the trailer as well. He had been meaning to do that for his uncle for a while and it seemed like a good time. Then he watched you sleep for a bit, a little paranoid at first that you might have died, and then quickly reassured by you turning over in his bed. Which was strange to think about. You in his bed. He tried not to let it fry his brain too much and opted to distract himself with LOTR. As he stopped every so often while reading, he wondered if you had read any of the books or even heard of them. Maybe he could read to you if you hadn't. Or you could read to him. He couldn't decide which would be better. 

After a handful of chapters, you start to stir and soon enough you're stretching out like a cat before you curl back up into a ball again, eyes lazily moving over the room, and finally landing on Eddie's. "How long have I been out?" You ask before yawning.

"Two-ish hours," He gets up from the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Wow, it's clean in here. You really work wonders, Munson."

Eddie's nose scrunches up at the name. "Don't call me that," He insists. "Can I sit closer?"

"Hey, it's your funeral if you get sick," You warn but he doesn't seem to care, haphazardly jumping closer.

He kicks his shoes off before turning and laying down the length of his bed, carefully setting your head on his chest. With his head just barely propped up by his worn pillow, he looks down at you and strokes your hair.

"Hey," You pipe up. "'m sorry you had to see that. My parents, they-"

"They're assholes," He fills in. "Letting a pretty boy like you stick it out as sick as you are."

You can't help but agree maybe not on the pretty part but still. "Yeah..." You look down so as to not meet his eyes. "I should have been straight with you about them. It's just that- It's hard, you know?"

Eddie nods. He understands a little too well. He was glad he had Wayne now. Maybe you could have Wayne too.

"And I'm sorry for being an asshole the whole time. I just didn't want you to see.. to know..."

"I know, sweetheart," He strokes your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to worry about anything with me, okay? You got that?"

You nod and cover his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers. You close your eyes as a wave of tiredness hits you. "You're too sweet to me, Eds."

"Could never be. Not for you." He watches your eyes close and does his best not to move too much as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, pretty boy."

BONUS:

"Eddie, how in the hell do you burn soup?!" Wayne's incredulous yell bounces throughout the trailer but you can tell it's not of anger and rather absolute confusion.

Eddie looks at you and then back at his door before gently climbing out of bed, giving you a peck on the cheek, and rushing out the door. "Sorry, Uncle Wayne!" He sounds like a little boy and you can't help but laugh.

"Oh, what I am going to do with you, Ed?" Wayne brings Eddie in by the back of his head for a hug. 

"Show me how to make soup?" Eddie looks at him hopefully.

Wayne sighs, "What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't?"

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dude honkers

Man titties

Not j/ MAN TITTIES

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Eddie Munson x Tall, Intimidating Male Reader

Anonymous asked:

eddie munson x tall & intimidating male reader? who is kinda a top (not in the sexual way ofc, but just so it’s kind obvious-?) ignore if you don’t like the idea or smth! <3

First Eddie request >:) Hoping I can stay on track for more writing, so glad so many of you enjoyed Steve’s version of this request!! Hope y’all enjoy this as well.

C/TW: Mentions of bullying, drugs (weed)

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You two met when Eddie approached you at lunch

You sat alone most of the time; Whether that was due to your demeanor or just the fact you had a hard time making friends, you weren't sure

Eddie had a habit of finding the freaks, weirdos, outcasts, whatever you wanted to call yourself, and recruiting them for Hellfire befriending them.

He was quite persistent

At first, it was for 'body guard' purposes, as he put it, given your stature and demeanor

Despite this, he really did want to be your friend; He was an outcast because he was openly.. weird. You were simply too intimidating to be approached by the regular crowd, especially with how quiet you were

Nonetheless, Eddie pretty much saw right through you, and visited your empty lunch table most days, sometimes dragging his own group over to keep you company

You wouldn't tell him right away, but you did appreciate the effort

He was ECSTATIC when he got you to talk and keep conversation with him

Eventually he started his 'subtle' flirting, and it ended up not-so-subtle when you seemed receptive

That being said, he did end up recruiting you for his club. Even if you didn't play, they all enjoyed your company

After a while of him going back and forth, Dustin pushed him to ask you out (he was tired of the flirting during sessions)

Eddie didn't really notice the bullies backing off more, he was just happy you were there, but Hellfire definitely noticed the unusual lack of people bothering them for being outside of the norm

However, Hellfire did end up more susceptible to groaning when Eddie was giving visible heart eyes, or a particularly gross pick-up line

Eddie would probably just lean on his hands most of the time staring at you

Hellfire usually kept their remarks to themselves, just because they were still a little scared of you

The first time Jason backed off of verbally abusing the group when he saw you sitting with them, you got some high fives and a bunch of "THAT WAS AWESOME!" comments

Eddie was speechless and had to hold himself back from kissing you then and there in the cafeteria

Honestly, he probably takes you to that picnic table for kissing purposes, or sometimes sharing joints (if you're into smoking, of course)

He offers weed whenever he's smoking, but if you explicitly say no he leaves it alone and probably doesn't bring it up again

If you DO smoke, he always always packs extra, rolls joints for you, shotguns, the lot of it

I can't get over the fact that Eddie just.. Always has heart eyes for you. Truly, it's all of the time.

Eddie absolutely speaks enough for the both of you, and you listen to every word, even if he doesn't make any sense sometimes. Or gets excited. Or gets loud in the cafeteria

You listen always and he appreciates it so so much, even if you don't know what he's going on about or have trouble keeping up

He won't tell you, but he loves when you just.. carry him around

It started when you carried him to bed when he was too high and 'his legs didn't work'

But now he playfully asks you to carry him, the drama queen he is

Instead of standing on his tip toes, he usually pulls you down by your collar, jacket, anything he can get his hands on so he can kiss you

No one else could boss you around like that and Eddie is smug as shit about it

He's usually always touching you or hanging off of you, even at school (He's careful about it, though, especially if it makes you uncomfortable)

You're lucky he doesn't just sit on your lap during Hellfire, sessions though (Lucky for everyone else too let's be honest)

He likes laying on top of you when you're hanging out at his place, smoking or not

Since his battle vest doesn't exactly fit you, he eventually saves up and makes you your own, a mix of band patches that you both listen to. He was SO excited to give it to you

You barely take it off now

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Billy Hargrove with a very tall bf (5+ inches taller)

(And reader has a big coc-)

NSFW ⚠️

•Billy loves feeling small and submissive •Like if him and reader are having sex and he sees a bulge in his stomach, he loves it sm. He likes feeling small and powerless with you •Its either soft sex or super rough sex. No inbetween. •Any time he is topping hes a subtop •I mentioned this last post but he is 100% a crybaby in bed

"Awe, even your cock cries. How cute!" M/N says softly into his boyfriends ear as precum leaks from his erection

•Beautiful orgasm face. Eyes rolled back, saliva drooling out of his mouth as he bites his lip trying to hold back his moans(But fails, still very loud)

SCENARIO TIME !

"M' cummin baby~" The blonde moaned out

"Yeah, cum for me, doll" M/N said as he chased his high, panting.

Not long after both came, hard. M/N slowly pulled out and flopped down next to Billy.

"You were sooo good, darling~" M/N panted out before passionately kissing the blonde.

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DILF READER DILF READER

eddie with a single dad boyfriend- i feel like he’d be great with kids :’) just him and the kid messing around and getting into trouble?

“Tell Me I'm Dreaming” 

Eddie Munson x Single Dad Reader

FEM-ALIGNED READERS DNI

I'm so sorry I kind of rushed this!! if you did want them as headcanons just request again so I can do it right!! Also thank you so much for the request I loved it!

You felt as if it was entirely possible to find somebody in Hawkins who loved you for you and didn't become uninterested the second they found out you had two kids at home with a babysitter. Over the years since you were 20 and had two kids with your ex-girlfriend, who just decided she wasn't ready and got up and left the kids with you while you stayed in this terrible town with terrible people. You definitely knew so since you had gone on dates with many women (even some who tried to convince you they were divorced) as well as guys who were closeted gays, because I mean, it's the fucking 80s! You have to do what you have to do to keep yourself safe.

You had planned a date with some guy from another town since you two met at a family video and had many favorite movies in common. You called your usual babysitter, but they seemed busy, so you did the next best thing and called Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie had met at one of his performances or concerts because, while his band was packing things up into his car, you went outside for some fresh air away from your weird date, and Eddie, being the sort of flirt he is when he sees someone as handsome as you, told Gareth to watch over his van while he walked over to the handsome, mysterious man near the dumpster. He dragged him and his sweaty, unkempt hair to you.

"Hello there," he said with a smile that went up to his eyes, and speaking of eyes, he had some you could definitely get lost in forever. He leaned against the wall next to you, laying his head against the cold bricks, honestly being really refreshing to him at the moment. "Hi?" you responded with an eyebrow raised in confusion and your hands stuffed in your pockets since that night in Hawkins was as cold as Antarctica, but you’d rather be frozen to death than go back inside with your date. He looked at your shivering figure, wondering if you were cold, why you were even outside. He exhaled as he looked back at his van, which was now full of his band members and their equipment, and looked back at you. Why aren't you enjoying the other bands? I know, I know they won't be as good as mine, but it's cold, and inside is warm, in case you didn't know, "he chuckled, crossing his arms.

"Oh, I know."

"Then why be outside where you’re shivering?"

"Trying to avoid my date

He couldn't help but laugh and feel embarrassed for the guy inside who lost his chance with you. "Me and my band are on our way out already." Need a ride? " He asked, which sounded like a miracle if you’ve ever heard one. You nodded, "God yes. please!" You laughed as he pointed his hand to his van and you ran over, then, seeing the passenger seat had already been occupied, "ah-- should I get in the back?" You turned to Eddie, who was walking over the "back?" "No, no, of course not," he scoffed, going to the passenger side and opening the door for Gareth, who took the seat for himself. "Go to the back, we have a guest," he said, to which the male in the seat hopped into the back with a bit of annoyance, and you got in, putting your seat belt on. "Make sure it's on tight, handsome." "

That’s how the two of you met, and being how you were, you didn't mention your kids until a while after hanging out, and after that, you mentioned them every time, so it caught Eddie's attention and he asked to meet the little angels you helped make, so you gave him your address and soon enough when he didn't have hellfire or corroded coffin practices or performances, he drove his van to your house, parking in the driveway then getting out with his keys. Making his way to your door with your neighbor, who was watering their plants, now staring at the metalhead knocking at your door.

The door opened, but nobody was there. "Hello!" a high-squeaky voice said, so he looked down to see a girl who he guessed was your daughter [D/N]. He smiled, "Hey!" he said with a wave, to which your daughter answered, "Are you my dad’s friend?" He said, "You have crazy hair," she said, looking at his hair with wide eyes. You picked her up and set her aside. "You go draw with your brother," you said to her, leaving. Then you looked at Eddie. "Sorry about that," you said with a sigh. Eddie shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry." Now that I have seen D/N, where is S/N? He put his hands together behind his back when you moved out of the way to let him in. "Thank you," he whispered, walking past you. He walked past the kitchen, which was filled with the scent of food cooking on the stove.

"Watsa making?"

"Just some mac and cheese with garlic bread since I need to go grocery shopping."

"Yum"

After that day, he came around by invitation most of the time for dinner, mostly since Wayne was never home at dinnertime and had left for work. Eddie always hung out with the kids and you were surprised at how well he was with children and especially your son (the wild child). While you did the most important things (cook and clean), Eddie took care of the kids and even offered to teach D/N guitar, so she now has free guitar lessons from the best guitarist in all of Indiana. He started taking care of them while he encouraged you to find someone you loved and who loved you, so you went on what felt like a million dates, but they all sucked (as sort of said in the beginning).

Now back to where we were. Eddie was called over, asking to babysit, to which he said yes, and now he was here with his guitar and a box of cassette tapes. He came in while you walked out. "I'll come back at maybe 9 alright? "you said with the voice he thought was always as sweet as honey—shit was he distracted?" He shook his head and looked at you “uh yeah yeah 9 got it”. He nodded, then closed the door behind you and went to play some music. The kids were very interested in listening to him play guitar and he taught them a few chords. All on his mind was making sure he got these kids to bed by 8 and wondering if you were having any fun on the date.

While you were at a restaurant at 8:56 pm., alone because your date went to the restroom and said he’d be back soon. That was at 8:24. You paid for the meal and grabbed your coat, slipping it over your shoulders as you made your way home, seeing the lights were off, assuming the three musketeers were asleep. You unlocked the front door and then opened it to hear "INTRUDER!" You thought someone was behind you, so you went more into the house but instead got hit in the face with a pillow falling to the floor. "You idiot! It's dad!" you heard the two kids arguing, then another voice you recognized calming them down. You sat up, seeing Eddies turn on the lights and the kids with their hair as messy as their faces as if they were fighting someone. You looked at them confused then at Eddie with a look that could scare a horror movie character! "Uh oh…captain Eddie is in trouble," your daughter said when you got up. Eddie slowly shrugged, "I swear it was seven just two minutes ago and the kids were in bed!" He laughed nervously and was scared. You walked over to him, taking a deep breath. "You are going to clean every inch of this house and hope my kids go to sleep," you whispered with your hand on his shoulder, your nails digging through his sleeve and skin. "Yes sir," he said, walking away.

An hour or two later, your kids were out to sleep and Eddie was cleaning up near the couch you were seated on. He sat next to you with a groan of complaint and stared at you till you turned your head towards him. "You’re off the hook, for now, Munson, but just know if this happens again you will not be able to play guitar anymore."

"You’re bluffing," he said with wide eyes.

"Am I Edward? Am I really? " You grinned.

"Am I allowed to apologize with a... kiss?"

You were almost six years older than him, with two kids. Did he really want to? Maybe he was the one bluffing. It seemed your body moved on its own from how you didn't even notice you were nodding to his question. The metalhead leaned in till his lips were against yours. His lips were chapped, but you didn't mind, especially since it was the first kiss you had had since you were twenty years old. Your eyes shut and you kissed back, sliding your hand up his arm and into his hair, making the kiss slightly deeper by having him let out a small hum into your mouth. You pulled away, looking at his face that always seemed like it would be in an art museum somewhere. "Tell me I'm dreaming," you said against his lips that were chapped but definitely tasted as sweet as candy. "I'm 100% real," he whispered back.

"Are you sure you want to be with me, Eddie?"

"Where else would I want to be? Life couldn't get any better if it tried."

From then on, you two dated, keeping it from the kids until you both knew you were serious. He continued to get in trouble with the kids by making messes in the living room by throwing pillows at them..and breaking televisions.. also messing up pretty much every room in the house at least five times, but he always after like it was a fantasy story where the brave knight (himself, of course) had to face the evil dragon (of course you) to protect the villagers( the kids). He always made an excuse or promised to make it up to you.

"Our crazy brains just left and we got out of control!" he said which caused your son to start laughing till his stomach hurt

"I'll rent [movie name] again if we don't get in trouble"

Yes, still being the kids' parents, you all had talks and did your best and, if I must be honest, not only was Eddie good at guitar, but he was even better with families.

I'm so so soooo sorry this whole this is rushed and messed up!!

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"It Was A Little Mistake"

Part 2 of: “It Was A Little Mistake”

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst-fluff, Happy couple, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing 

Word Count: 1,796 words 9,298 characters

Summary/Request: Bro I loved You're story “it was a little mistake” I was wondering if you could do a second version where Eddie keeps sending the reader letters and letters until the reader finally decides to go the the hellfire club but this is just request if you don't like it you can just ignore it have a nice day or night btw I was literally love you're story's 💕

Eddie was a mess. You saw it. So did everyone else. His hair was much messier, he had eyebags, and dark ones at that, and his style was all over the place too. He usually wears his Hellfire Club shirt with a leather or jean jacket along with ripped jeans or jeans with chains. You loved his style! You loved how outgoing he was sometimes, but once you tried to dress how you liked and were told you looked like a tornado had happened around you, so you stuck to ordinary clothing people saw you in. Eddie was the only person who let you actually be yourself around him and wouldn't call you weird or give you uncomfortable looks. In fact, he matched your energy.

It was Monday and you had just gotten to the school, making your way to your locker, though your eyes were scanning every inch around you for Eddie Munson. Yea, you hated him and never wanted to speak a word to him, but what? You could care about him. You let out a sigh, not seeing him anywhere or his van anywhere outside. You unlocked your locker and opened it to see a letter fall to your feet. A while ago you received a shit ton of letters like you could fill a show box with them, but then they stopped. Now they’re back and it made you feel your cheeks heating up. At first, confusion ran through your body as you leaned down to pick it up and looked at the envelope to see no name or anything. You grabbed whatever book you needed, putting all your other things away and the envelope into your pocket. You walked to your class, dropped your belongings, and sat in the back row.

Getting bored of listening to math, you reached into your back pocket, got the envelope out and brought it in front of you. After a few seconds, you hesitantly opened it, quietly and slowly. You take out the paper from inside, pull it out, unfold it, and see... messy writing. You could barely read (I refuse to believe Eddie Munson would have neat handwriting). ‘I'm sorry [your name]. I really am. I wish I could take everything back. I swear :( come to Hellfire tonight and I'll make it up to you. I just want to see you. Please’ were the words that you read. Eddie didn't sign it, but you knew it was from him. You wanted to smile at the fact he hadn't given up trying to get you back since it made your heart flutter, but the thing was you were still mad at him and he was just a few seats away from you. You slowly turned your head to his seat to see him staring at you, but once you two made eye contact, he looked away, trying to act natural. You let out a sigh and crumbled up the paper, looked at the trash can in the back of the class, and tossed the paper into it (giving very much basketball pro)

You couldn't see the sadness on Eddie's face. But seeing the paper being thrown into the trash can broke his heart. Shattered. His heart shattered into a million pieces. He turned away, so you didn't see his hurt face filled with regret that he even tried to make it up to you. It's almost been a year. Why was he still trying? The sound of the bell ringing could be heard around the school. Students got up and left, as well as you and Eddie did, going your own ways.

Neither of you tried to talk to the other or even look at the other... or that’s what you each thought. Eddie had been stealing little glances at you and you did the same, but you thought the other never looked at the other (because you guys are stupid/j).

Eddie couldn't stand you not being by his side. Whenever he was driving home, he imagined you were sitting in the passenger seat, humming along to the music playing on the radio. If you were wondering, he did skip the 7th and 8th periods. But he left you a little something.

After many classes and what felt like an eternity, school ended and you started walking to your car to see another note. "What the hell, Munson?" you mumbled under your breath, then took the paper out of the windshield wipers and unfolded it, reading it to just see

‘HELLFIRE CLUB MEETING

4:00 PM

P.S: Please come.’

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not laughing at it but laughing from wondering how many letters he was going to give you.

You shoved the paper into your pocket and got into your car, putting the key in and turning the car on, reaching into your glove box to pull out a cassette and put it in to play, White Room by Cream. You drove off school property as the music filled your ears and your elbow out the window that was blowing air into the car and messing up your hair. You tapped the wheel to the beat and opened your mouth to sing a bit of the lyrics.

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines.

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station. "

You leaned your head back, keeping your eyes on the road.

As I walked out, I felt my own need, just beginning.

After playing the song two times, you slowed down to park in your driveway and grab your things from the passenger seat, getting out the keys before getting out. You walked into your house and saw that your parent(s) were nowhere to be found, so you went to your room, threw your belongings on the floor, and then heard your phone ring. You walked over to your bed and sat down. You picked the phone up and brought it to your ear. "[last name] residence," he said as he messed with the cord. It was Mike Wheeler? ‘[first and last name?]', the freshman's voice said, "Uhm..yeah." You responded, hearing him sigh in relief, "Thank god you answered! Look, you need to forgive Eddie because he’s completely out of it. Like, it's so bad he gave us a sort of peek of the campaign and even worse is that it sounds nothing like how Eddie would do it! " Mike basically yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear a bit.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I can't just forgive him like he did nothing."

“Well, fix him or something! He needs fixing!" He yelled one last time before hanging up.

"Geez, when did he become an asshole?" you asked yourself, putting your phone back then laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about what he had said. Was Eddie really that torn over everything? I mean, you were the one who had gotten heartbroken, the one who was shit talked about. You were the one who should've been sad and completely weird! You wondered why Eddie cared so much. He didn't like you. He said so himself! Eddie liked people who gave him space. Is that why he won't get away from you? 

You didn't go to hellfire that night, but Eddie tried again the next week, and the next, and the next, and the one after that, then the next after the next, and the other after that. So on and so on till you gave up and threw away all the letters, grabbing your coat, cruising under your breath, wanting to choke Eddie for so many letters. You didn't hate him 100% but didn't fully love how he was flooding your locker and had people staring at every envelope that fell out when you opened it. You went to Hawkins High and burst through the doors to rush to the hellfire room, kicking the door open, "Eddie. I swear to fucking God if I get one more letter I will-" You got interrupted by the fact that the club wasn't there. Only Eddie and a table with a cloth on it full of roses and takeout food. "Henderson saw you kind of mad at the letters today, so I thought you’d come..and I was right." he chuckled

"What is all this?"

"Our date"

"Our what?"

"Date! To make up for your 20 dollars and to make up for being an asshole "

Your stomach was filled with butterflies flying all around, making you feel happy, your cheeks were heating up; and you were getting nervous. Did he really want this or was it just a joke? He went to the seat you were closer to and pulled it out. "Do you want to have this date?" he asked, making you freeze up. Your mouth moved faster than your mind, blurting out a "yes" and moving to the chair to sit down with Eddie pushing it in for you to hear a small thank you. He sat down in his own chair. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am [your name]. I didn't mean anything I said. I swear it just came out like word vomit and I didn't want it to come out because none of it was true and I didn't want to say any of it! " He said, as you had already started eating your food. You didn't want to forgive him, but now that you think about it, everything he did in almost a year did make up for it..sort of. He gave you 215 letters asking for forgiveness and gave you a few gifts. "I forgive you," you said with a slight smile. You swear you felt better after forgiving him.

The two of you talked happily for almost four hours about how you were during the time you guys didn't talk and how much you missed each other, and after your date, you two left the school and you finally realized. You walked here. Ran. You asked Eddie for a ride, and he laughed at the fact that you were so mad. You ran all the way here, then the two of you got into his van and he drove you home. You leaned over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "You are the most romantic guy I've ever met, Eddie Munson," you said, with your lips against his cheek. He put his hand on your cheek when you pulled away and pulled you into a passionate, sweet kiss. You didn't waste a second kissing back. Was he wearing strawberry chapstick? You pulled away with a smile.

"Goodnight [your name]."

"Goodnight Edward Munson"

Authors Note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR SO MANY FOLLOWERS AND REBLOGS AND EVERYTHING!!!!

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this is so me fr

i dunno if you do angst or not, but would you be able to do an eddie angst where the reader is about to confess to eddie how they have liked him for awhile and they over hear him talking shit to the other hellfire club members and they lose hope and start to ignore eddie? you can choose how you want the ending to be :)) thank you !! im looking forward to reading it if you do it

"It Was A Little Mistake"

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing

Word Count: 1,671 words 8,727 characters

Summary: Request gives basic summary

For some people, it came as a surprise when they heard you hung out with the freak of Hawkins. You were surprised when others were surprised. Did it just not seem like you would? You weren't popular, but you guess you weren't really an outsider either. You never talked to kids who were considered popular or not many who were considered losers-- unless Chrissy Cunningham was considered popular and Eddie Munson a loser. You usually talked to Chrissy at parties when Jason was with the team, and she saw the chance away from the crowds of people when she was near you. With Eddie, you two started hanging out after grabbing the same Black Sabbath cassette tape.

"Uh...I had this first, so I'll just take it," you said, tugging it towards yourself.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I had my eyes on it first, so it's definitely mine." He pulled it towards him.

"Dude, I grabbed it first. Just give it to me."

"If I can't have it, nobody can." He gave one last tug with all his strength and threw the tape on the floor, breaking it into what looked like a million pieces, then realized he had it just in his hands for a few seconds and could've taken it.

"You break it, you buy it," a voice yelled, then having you two run out and run to your cars, driving off. The next day, bright and early in the morning, Eddie Munson saw the one and only guy he saw at the music store, and it got even worse seeing you starting to walk up to him. "Munson is it? Eddie Munson" you asked, with just a hint of annoyance in your voice. Were you stalking him now? Oh god, you probably knew every single thing about him. Every secret. Everything! "Hello?" you waved your hand in front of his face to have him snap back into reality. "Yea, that’s me," the man with the birds' nest in his hair said.

 "You owe me ten bucks."

"Even better... I'll take you to a little fun game." He didn't really have ten bucks, so he decided why not invite this cute person to something even better than 10 bucks! His dnd campaign! 

Eddie didn't really tell you what he meant, but after school, he met with you at the room where they had their meetings, and to be honest, you never really looked at this room, seeing all the stuff for maybe theater. You saw a table surrounded by guys that had the same shirts as Eddie did, saying ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ with a devil or demon it looked like and other things.

You never really talked to any of the people here, but you knew some of them just by their names. Mike Wheeler is the brother of Nancy Wheeler. Dustin Henderson hangs out with Steve Harrington. Lucas Sinclair is on the basketball team. Gareth’s talked to me a few times. The others you had no idea about, but you looked for a free chair and, luckily, it looked like Eddie had put one out for you! You sat down in it and looked at the game that was set out on the table. The whole game, you were confused and confused about how this made up for your ten dollars.

After that day, Eddie made it up to you after you kept asking for the 10 dollars, and he just bought you the cassette tape at that point. You did continue to hang out with the Hellfire Club and became friends with them all, still keeping your place as not a loser and not popular. Now, after a few months of keeping that place and hanging out with the club and Eddie outside of school, you started to develop feelings for THE Edward Munson. You weren't in some little romance movie, so you definitely couldn't just tell him straight up, so maybe give hints?

You started to sit closer to him.

You left little flirty words when talking to him 

Tried nicknames

You got kinda touchy (put your hand on his mostly).

Nothing.

You even told him "I like you."

He laughed it off.

Now you were in your room, laying in the middle of your bed, arms and legs spread out, wondering if he liked you back. He never stopped smiling around you. He was always calling you cute names... but then again, he did those with basically everyone he got along with. You rolled over on your stomach, groaning in a complaint, then kicking your mattress over and over till your legs hurt. Something came to your head. It’s like 6 pm. Eddie is probably setting up for hellfire. Alone. You rushed to get up and put on your slippers because of how much you were in a rush, then ran out of the house and got into your car to drive to Hawkins High School even after you left like two hours or three ago. You saw Eddie's van and parked next to it, getting out of the car and stuffing the keys into your pocket. Going inside the school, you heard muffled arguing, so you walked towards it, seeing the slightly open door to the theater room, but when you were going to walk in, the mention of your name made you freeze. 

"You said they told you they liked you as a joke? Well, do you like them? " you heard Micheal Wheeler say

"Like them? [your name]? Are you joking right wheeler?" Eddie laughed, "They’re not my type. Let's say I like people who give me some space. That is the opposite of them. They’re always near me like if they aren't they’ll die! There's no way someone could be into that." The group laughed, continuing to completely shit on you. The way you act, the way you dress. The people you spoke to. Every Single. Thing. How could you be so stupid to think Eddie would like you? The only reason the two of you started talking was that you told him he owed you ten dollars. If you hadn't gone up to him that day, you wouldn't have spoken a word to him and he wouldn't have to you either. You could feel tears filling your eyes just threatening to come out if you didn't leave. 

You did end up going home and face-planting into your bed, instantly sobbing into your pillow with the things the club had been saying were repeating over and over in your head, basically being imprinted into your mind. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was what Eddie said before you left "Meeting them was a little mistake. Trust me. I don't want them here any less than you guys do. I feel bad for anybody who dates them," his voice said, filled with hatred and annoyance but a small bit of regret that you didn't pick up. That's when you left, so that’s all you had heard, and you were glad you left since you don't think you could take anymore.

The next day felt like the devil himself planned this day. You got up and took a shower bright and early in the morning, then did whatever you did before going off to school, and when you got to the parking lot, it was getting filled with student cars and people getting dropped off. You drove into the parking lot quickly, taking a parking spot that someone almost stole from you. You got out of the car and ran your hands through your fingers, walking to the school doors. "[Your name]!!" someone called, but you ignored it and continued walking through the halls. "[Your Name]!" was called out again, so you turned your head and saw the metal head walking towards you with his hands in his pocket and a smile on his face, acting like he was innocent. Like he didn't hate you. Like he didn't even say your whole friendship was a mistake and he didn't even want it to happen. Sometimes you just wanted to choke him till his face turned blue, but you didn't let your thoughts get the best of you or you’d end up in prison.

All day he had been trying to get your attention, but you either walked in another direction, hid around corners, or simply just ignored him, acting as if he didn't even exist. Now on his side, he didn't know what to do. He tried walking beside you and talking, but you didn't even breathe his way. Not even a little side-eye. What did he do? Did a rumor come out about him? Did you just not feel well? Did you not want to be friends? He saved a spot for you at the hellfire’s table right next to him..no show. He was even saving an extra drink for you. Last night they didn't finish the campaign due to all the talk about you, so he told everyone to come the next day so they could get a little further, probably just for an hour. It was after school and he left you a note in your locker that said they were having hellfire if you wanted to come. You read it... then threw it away. 

While the guys were at Hellfire, he stared at the empty seat that had been left for you. Where were you? What did he do? 

A week has passed. Then 2. Then 3. Then, somehow, it was 21 weeks, 147 days, 3528 hours, and 211680 minutes without you. You were ignoring him every second of the day forcing yourself to get over him since its not like he’d ever date you anyways. Meanwhile, Eddie tried to make it up to you. he didnt know why you ignored him. You told him a month later in a little paper but never spoke to him again. He bought you a few things to make it up to you, but none worked. He missed your smile. He missed your laugh. He missed how on little movie nights you’d add some random candies to the popcorn. He missed you. He made the biggest mistake ever. Losing you.

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed reading!