#joyce byers x y/n | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

teddyrb · 2 years

Text

Hide and Seek

Byers Family x Byers!Gn!Reader

Genre - Fluff, Angst

Warning - Swearing.

Summary - When Y/n and their brothers go out to play hide and seek, Jonathan and Will are unable to find Y/N.

A/N - This is kinda short but it was supposed to just be a Jonathan one shot because I love Jonathan, he’s such a considerate and caring brother but I changed it.

Word count - 878

The three of you had gone outside, Joyce was yelling on the phone to Lonnie and Jonathan didn't want you to hear anything so he suggested you go play outside.

"Why don't we play hide and seek, okay? I'll go first and you two hide, just don't go too far." Jonathan looked down at the two of you and waited for you to agree before he turned around and started counting. "One, two, three, four, five."

He heard the both of you run towards the trees around the back of the house, after thirty or so seconds he stopped counting. He walked towards the backyard slowly, "Ready or not, here I come." And then he began walking towards the forest where he knew the two of you had hidden.

Will had hidden himself in Castle Byers, it was his favourite place to hide but Jonathan always waited a couple of minutes before he found the boy. You were the hardest to find, you were extremely outdoorsy and competitive, and worst of all, you weren't afraid of getting dirty. Jonathan had once found you covered in dirt after you had yourself under a pile of leaves, another time your clothes were ripped horrifically from hiding in a thorny bush and he one found you minutes before you could hide yourself on the roof of the shed. Jonathan knew that you scoped out places to hide all the time, you took this seriously and he knew that giving you this escape helped when all your mom and older brother could worry about was how many shifts they needed to get to afford rent and food. He looked around for you, Will in tow but after fifteen minutes they'd split up, still looking for you.

The boy's looked under every leaf pile, they checked all of the bushes that they could find but you were nowhere to be seen. Jonathan was beginning to worry. After everything that had happened over the past few years he could never be 100% certain that you were safe and not being able to find you scared the crap out of him. "You won Y/N! Come out now, we need to go back inside." Jonathan was shouting, waiting for you to jump out from behind a tree and scare the shit out of him. "Fuck." He whispered as he and Will couldn't find a trace of you. Tears came to Jonathan's eyes at the thought that he could be responsible for you being in trouble.

Him and Will made there way back inside, they needed Joyce's help with finding you. Joyce looked stressed when the boys walked in but was no longer on the phone, she looked at the two boys and noted your absence. "Where's Y/N?" Joyce asked standing up and looking behind them, neither of them could answer. "Where's Y/N?" She asked again, more tension in her voice this time.

"We can't find them mom. We're playing hide and seek and I told them both not to go too far but, me and Will, we've looked everywhere mom, they're not there." Jonathan couldn't look Joyce in the eyes.

"Stay here you two." She pushed past the boys and made her way into the forest, she started calling out your name. Panicked.

"Y/N, where are you? You won you need to come out now." She yelled moving around the forest so you would hear her, a tear streamed down her face as she began panicking more. Behind her she could hear your laugh, Joyce turned around but you weren't there. Again, your laugh directed her, she looked up and you where there. Sat in a tree, shrouded in leaves, perfectly safe. "Oh my God, get down from there. Why did you climb up there, you could have fallen out of the tree if you weren't being careful." She scolded you as you made your way down the tree.

When you reached the bottom of the tree you saw how upset your mom was. She wrapped her arms around you and held you to her chest. "I'm sorry mom, I just wanted to win the game." You explained.

"Oh, you won alright. Let's get inside, Jonathan was freaking out when he couldn't find you." You felt even worse knowing that your brother was only trying to make you feel better over your dad. Joyce walked back but you moved quicker, wanting to put your brothers thoughts at ease.

Jonathan was sat at the table and Will was on the couch, both of them turned their gaze towards the door when it opened. Jonathan hugged you first and Will joined in when he reached the pair of you. "Oh my god, where were you?" Jonathan's voice was horse, it sounded like he wanted to cry.

"In a tree." You smiled a cheeky smile and he had to fight back a smile of his own. You knew he wasn't going to be mad at you.

Will laughed at you. "You hid in a tree? Oh my god. How did you even get up there?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I climbed." You said sarcastically.

Jonathan smiled at your answer and Will laughed again. "You're such a loser." The younger brother spoke.

"Well, actually I won."

311 notes · View notes

vneuns · 2 years

Text

CAMERA DUMP.

📷 ❛ highschool sweetheart!Joyce Byers

[ main masterlist, joyce byers masterlist ]

wanna see more of these? check out my 🎞 camera dump tag!

#🎞 camera dump #queued #stranger thing season 4 #stranger things ff #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things x poc!reader #joyce byers #joyce x hopper #joyce stranger things #joyce x reader #joyce ff #joyce fanfiction #joyce byers x reader #joyce byers x y/n #joyce byers x poc!reader #joyce byers x black!reader

287 notes · View notes

hausbabylon · 2 years

Text

right where you left me

Joyce Byers x Reader

Word count: 3,469

A/N: Okay so I have no idea what I’m writing, I hope it turns out good :) I’m in love with Joyce Byers and of course Winona Ryder ❤️

The intention of your move to Hawkins was to leave everything superficial behind and move into something more homely that only a small town could offer. Meeting Joyce Byers was the sweetest and most heartbreaking coincidence of all.

1985

Something that characterized us human beings as a species was sociability. Perhaps some more than others, but social nonetheless. That's why the town of Hawkins had caught your attention. Very fed up with the rushed and superficial city, you were longing for a quieter place where there was that companionship that could only be found in small towns, where everyone knew everyone else and therefore, there was a warm and welcoming unity.

You knew that grocery shopping was urgent as soon as you settled in that town. As much as you enjoyed surviving on fast food bought at the drive-thru during the long journey to your destination, it would bring terrible consequences in the long run. It would be a good coping method to cook something as homely as possible and after that, walk around the neighborhood.

You weren't sure where the shop was, or how far it was to know whether it was better to walk or drive, but one thing you were sure of, you weren't going to use the car for a while. You had rested, and you had taken the time to at least get your belongings out of the boxes, but still, recovering from the drive would take a long time.

On the kitchen counter rested the directory, which was already there when you arrived. It was definitely courtesy of the saleswoman, for she knew that you knew very little about Hawkins and there would come a time when you would need something like this.

There you came across Melvald's General Store, well, if it was called "general" it was that you could find everything from food to prepare something decent to a new light bulb before it got dark. It was a fun but unexpected thing to try out the lighting and have the light bulb explode.

You set off, then, to where you hoped you would find everything you needed, accompanied by a notebook that had the address written on it along with the things to buy, and obviously your cassette player and your headphones that allowed you to enjoy "The Wild Heart" by none other than Stevie Nicks.

As you entered the place, there didn't seem to be a soul in sight. It would be ironic to even encounter the typical desert tumbleweed eventually. It was a good thing, though, sometimes too many people pushing, cluttering the aisles or making the long checkout lines were more uncomfortable than usual.

"Hi! Welcome to Melvald's, if you need anything, let me know," you heard a sweet, overly friendly voice that you couldn't help but feel genuinely welcome as she said. Your first instinct was to look at the checkout counter, but it was empty. "I'm over here," she giggled, waving to draw your attention.

You encountered a woman kneeling on the floor, arranging the cards. She had wavy hair, which was just long enough to barely fall slightly past her shoulders. Her eyes were a brown color, a brown you had never seen before, perhaps because they were vivid and were one of the characteristics that made you want to capture this woman's beauty as much as you could.

"Oh, hello, thank you," you replied a little awkwardly, still, you didn't feel embarrassed. She looked like the kind of person who was safe to be awkward with, for some reason it was something you could tell at a glance. "I actually need help. I just moved in, I got here at six in the morning and I didn't have breakfast, where can I find something to make lunch?"

"I thought it was odd that a customer came in today," she commented, looking disappointed. "Sorry, it's not that varied here. You'd have to go to Bradley's Big Buy, that's a supermarket."

Disappointment also came over you, but for a reason unrelated to what you could deduce the clerk at the place had. A lack of clientele severe enough to be missed by even one customer would have anyone frustrated.

"I need other things anyway," you replied in an attempt to comfort her, assuring her that you weren't going to leave without buying at least one of the summer glasses that were on sale. "I'll go get them and if I need help, I'll call you, uh..." you paused for a moment for her to indicate her name.

"Joyce," she introduced herself, immediately replacing disappointment with excitement in a matter of seconds.

That shop really did have a little bit of everything. It may not have been as "general" as it claimed to be, but it was enough that you walked out with two large bags of various items. Still, you had to return home to drop off those bags and head back out to the supermarket that the friendly Joyce had mentioned.

Oh, Joyce. You had barely exchanged a few words at the checkout, and from that moment on, she was in your mind to stay. You thought of her as you cooked, you thought of her as you ate, and as you went for the walk you had set out on, you thought of her every day. You wanted to see her, but you wanted even more to meet her.

So the next day, you went back to the shop, and the next, and the next. Within a week of going every day without fail, she became suspicious, but incorrectly, for you knew she believed that the reason for your constant visits was anything other than her.

"You came here today just to buy a pen and a notebook?" She blurted out, once you were at the checkout.

"Yes, I wanted to write down some addresses today and it turns out I had already used all the pages in my notebook, and my pen had long since run out of ink," you explained. It was one of the many excuses you had made up. The first two days you bought more essential things like a home phone and kitchen utensils, but what you bought on the last three days were things that were unnecessary or could be bought another time. It was until this day that she decided to stop omitting the inquisitive looks and actually talked about it.

"If you're doing this just because you want to help the business, don't do it. It's money you're spending for fun and it could lack when you really need it," she implied.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, yesterday you only bought a keychain and the day before yesterday you bought some gloves when it was hot as hell out there. You wandered around and ended up buying only one thing," her tone showed so much confidence. You imagined her trying so hard to decipher the reason for your visits and you knew it, she had even imagined this conversation long before.

"I've just moved in, and it's obvious that I have to have certain..."

"Bullshit," she interrupted you, challenging you with her gaze.

You were in an internal debate as to which lie was wiser; to tell her that this was the reason you had been coming or simply to tell her without further explanation that it wasn't.

"Well, I'll be honest, you're the closest thing to a friend I've made lately. And it's always comforting to chat with someone even for a few seconds," was partly true. You had gotten a job at Starcourt Mall, more specifically at Orange Julius. Your co-worker was usually very tense and every time you tried to talk to him, he would rudely ask you not to distract him. Joyce, apart from being extremely attractive, was easygoing, so you loved to sum up your day for her and have her do the same.

What little sternness she had adopted in addressing you vanished, "Oh, you should have told me," she smiled amiably. "On Friday my oldest son will be working late and my youngest son will be out with his friends. My workday ends at 5PM. Would you like me to take you to see Hawkins?" she offered.

It was only Tuesday, and although two days could pass unnoticed by anyone, you were counting every second to see her, and it felt like an eternity. And you thought that when the day came, you would be calmer, but there was no way it would be five o'clock in the afternoon either. Whenever you looked at the clock, thinking three hours had passed, it was barely thirty minutes. The waiting became a slow torture of terrible despair, and it would only end when Joyce stood in front of you.

"So where are we going?" You asked, when you met at her workplace promptly at five o'clock. Predictably, that feeling faded, replaced by excitement for whatever the rest of the day would bring.

She bit her lip, "I was waiting for you to say it. I don't know what you like, what catches your eye. You're young, maybe you want to go to the mall."

"Oh no, I just got out of there. I'd rather like to go roller skating, do you know a place like that?"

"Oh well, I'm too old to roller skate," she joked, causing you to snort in disagreement.

"Shut up, you're never too old to enjoy things. Take me to the rink," you insisted, and she had no choice but to accede to your request.

It was a nice ride, full of jokes and laughter, and with each passing second you wondered whether you had known this woman for a week or a decade, for it seemed that both you and her were eager to liven up the atmosphere more and more.

"Oh wow, this place is perfect!" You exclaimed, capturing every detail that made up the place; neon lights, good music, enough people but not an overwhelming amount who seemed to be having a good time. One hundred percent of the times it wasn't so much about the place, it was about the person you were sharing it with, you were sure with Joyce you could be on a smelly street and still enjoy it because she was with you.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," she grumbled as she put on her respective skate shoes once you both acquired them. "I feel everyone's eyes on me."

You looked around, and no one seemed to notice the presence of anyone other than themselves or their companions, but you understood what she was feeling, oh how much you understood.

"Then rest your eyes on mine, and don't leave them, focus on me," you asked, offering her both of your hands. Whatever it cost you, you were willing to help her let go little by little until she felt confident.

And you were proud to say that you succeeded, her posture soon straightened, her smile gradually took over and her body lost its stiffness. She began to let herself be guided by the music, closing her eyes from time to time while stretching out her arms, and the highlight of the day was being able to witness that, to get to know a new side of Joyce.

The pretty employee of the store you went to, never imagining that you would meet someone you fell in love with after four months of spending at least three times a week with her.

Because those outings to get to know the city became outings only, and before you knew it, you were already going to fancy restaurants, a little more dressed up than usual. You didn't want to ask her if they were dates, and she didn't want to seem to tell you either. You didn't know if she felt the same way, or if she just liked to vary your outings. It ate you up inside, of course, that you had no idea what this was about, yet Joyce Byers enjoyed your company and you enjoyed hers. That was what mattered.

"I'd like to toast," she raised her wine glass, her eyes faintly reflecting the chandelier that brought cozy illumination. Her makeup was natural; she knew very well how to bring out her most beautiful features, and her attire consisted of a long-sleeved reddish-brown blouse, straight and high-waisted gray trousers, a belt the same color as the blouse, and a gray blazer that came to her knees, but it was resting on the back of the chair. She looked classy, befitting the place, which didn't require an outfit equivalent to what royalty would wear, though she looked like a queen no matter what she wore.

"A motive?" you asked, mimicking her movement.

"Getting to know each other. You're that light that turns ordinary days into extraordinary ones, you've given me experiences I thought I'd never experience again from day one when you convinced me to roller skate with you, and also your company is the most pleasing. My life is usually either total chaos or total serenity, and you bring a wonderful balance," she confessed. If only you could get up and kiss her, if only you could even take her hand, anything to express your deep love for her.

"That seems reason enough for me. You make moving to Hawkins worth it, because you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for being with me on every adventure."

You clinked glasses and later ate your dinner. It was a dreamy evening and every detail seemed to be in place; violinists played with such care that it was inevitable not to stand in silence for a few seconds to appreciate them, the food was exquisite as was the wine, the waiters were extremely friendly, the weather was mild and you had enough privacy to talk.

Since it was Friday and still early, after finishing that lovely evening, you ran to the movie shop to rent some movies. You came up with this plan when you told her that you had never seen "The Ghostbusters," she was so surprised that she decided that you would watch that movie that night along with any other movie that caught your attention when you went there.

It was arguably the best night of your life, but also the most stormy in some ways. You say this because when you arrived at her house, both of her sons were in the dining room eating, and when they saw you, they looked extremely perplexed. You knew so much about them, Joyce spoke of both boys with such pride and love in every word, but they seemed to have no idea who you were.

"Jonathan, Will, this is (Y/N)."

They evaluated you from head to toe, without saying a word. Will, who you knew was the youngest, had his eyebrows slightly raised with a sheepish look on his face, but Jonathan had a frown and was the one who intimidated you the most.

"It's a pleasure, I've heard great things about you," you smiled as friendly as you could, and it wasn't enough to make them drop whatever they were thinking.

"A pleasure," Will half smiled, lowering his gaze and then looking down at his food.

"Yeah, what he said," Jonathan spoke up.

An awkward silence fell over you all, until Joyce decided to speak, "We'll use the TV, don't you mind?"

"No, in fact I will continue to eat in my room," the oldest son notified, and subsequently withdrew, without once looking at you or his mother.

"And I, uh, can I go to Mike's?" The youngest son cleared his throat, wiggling his fork, picking at his food.

"Sure, but you better come back early tomorrow," Joyce agreed.

He likewise withdrew without another word. Both making you feel defeated and overly disappointed with yourself. You didn't expect to be greeted with hugs or smiles, you were a stranger, but you also didn't expect such coldness to the point of being this tense.

"Okay, that wasn't so bad," you bit your lip nervously.

"Most of the time it's me and them, they're not used to it," she reassured you. "Let’s make popcorn and feel free to have whatever drinks or treats you want. Make yourself at home."

As the film went on and the night progressed, the event with Joyce's children left your mind. You were really about to forget about it until Jonathan headed into the living room.

"Mom, can we talk alone?" He asked. Guilt took hold of you immediately. Both he and Will looked uncomfortable, and who knows what they would reproach their mom for when you were gone. Maybe they hated you because Joyce had spent so much time with you, and you had no intention of her wasting time with her children by being with you.

She nodded, indicating that you could continue watching the film and then headed to what you assumed was his room. You couldn't handle the curiosity, so with tremendous caution, you walked over to that area and put your ear to the door.

"No, it’s not that. I just thought that, all this time, you were dating a man. It's just t-the expression on your face when you come back home after those times you said you were going out, how you've been behaving lately, do you consider (Y/N) your friend or are you looking for something else?"

You gasped as you listened to what he was saying, and instinctively covered your mouth before they realized you were listening.

"I'm sorry if I didn't tell you. I was afraid of what you guys would think and to tell you the truth, even I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I've felt this before, but not... like this," she faltered, followed by a silence that didn't last long.

"What we would think? I'm extremely happy for you and I know Will is too. Any son would be happy to see his adored mother regain that happiness after falling in love again, because that's what you are, in love."

You couldn't help but let out without shame the tears that were beginning to spill uncontrollably from your eyes. Hearing that Joyce felt exactly the same way, that you were able to positively impact her life, and that her children approved was unbelievably transcendental. All that was left was to make a move, it was the only step to make official what you were both sick of keeping quiet about, and that was that you were too much in love.

You walked back to the living room and after a minute, Joyce joined you on the couch.

"What's wrong with you?" she questioned. As much as you tried to prevent her from looking at you, you were unsuccessful, as your eyes were still glazed over.

You sighed, "Oh, it's a very emotional movie. I love it."

She let out a laugh.

"You heard everything, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," you admitted, embarrassed but not sorry.

It was her turn to sigh.

"If you want to stop talking to me, I'll understand."

You summoned all the courage you could to look at her; she was looking at you expectantly and what you did next marked the beginning of a new adventure called love, requited love where there was no fear of passionately expressing it to the other person.

You kissed her, and it was as if all the pieces you felt were missing had found their way to complement you. It felt so surreal that you tried to capture every second, as if it was a dream and you had to wake up. Her lips fit so well with yours, as did her hands with your waist, and no doubt your souls were celebrating their reunion after who knows how long yearning for this very moment.

You thought it would be the beginning of something magical, of official dates, love letters, songs to dedicate to each other, and other multiple unforgettable experiences where there would be no lack of kisses, caresses, and loving words that you would address on a frequent basis.

That lasted barely two weeks. She stopped going to the shop, the few times you managed to meet her she avoided you or told you she didn't have time, you eventually gave up. No day passed by where you didn’t torment yourself thinking about what you had done, or what had happened to make her decide that you were better off away from her.

Just when you thought you would never hear from her again, you received a letter that was no more than half a page long, unsigned but in her handwriting.

She told you that she would always love you, but that she had to leave because circumstances and grief were forcing her to do so. Joyce Byers had left Hawkins.

And you remained, right where she left you.

#winona ryder #joyce byers #stranger things #st4 #joyce byers x you #joyce byers x reader #joyce byers x y/n #joyce stranger things

79 notes · View notes

thewritersaddictions · 2 years

Text

Request: Joyce Byers- Dismayed

Pairing: Joyce Byers x Fem!Reader

Pov: Joyce

Warning: hospital warning, hurt, confessing love, LGBTQ+ community, second mom feelings, brother hopper, gay panic,

Summary: When Hopper's sister is in the hospital, Joyce goes crazy so crazy that she confesses something insane to even think.

WC-

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers; This was requested by @xscarlettxbelovax I hope you enjoy.

Stranger Things Master List

The Elders Master List

Requests Master List

Hopper and I have known each other since we were in high school together. We didn’t do a lot together, but we would take smoke breaks out in the back of the school trying out hardest to stay away from old gym teacher who never seemed to notice that we were gone from class.

Hopper and I spent some other time together, but it was always Hoppers sister and I who went out and did things. Y/n and I would go shopping at the strip malls in the outer towns lines. She would drive us to the lake and during the summer we would sun bathe. All while talking about the guys that would never have a chance with us.

It was funny, Y/n and I had only meant because of Hopper. A party for the last year of the 50’s/. Jim had brought cigs, and alcohol while Y/n and I had trued our hardest to gather the hottest guys from the school. Y/n and I didn’t bother staying for to long just long enough to watch the drunks guys try there shot at ping pong shots, and beer kegs stands.

Years went on and Jim left for the army, and I married Byers. Everything was going smoothy. Y/n and I had lost connection when she moved with Jim to New york and it was just the end of that. I had my kids Jonathan and Will. My boys after their father had left. Everything was going fine. Smoothly I thought at least.

1983

That’s when everything went wrong and right at the same fucked up time. Will had gone missing, 12 years old and just gone in the middle of the night. I needed some sort of help, and there was nobody else to think of besides Mr. Jim Hopper. He was now the chief of police in our little town of Hawkins and I need so desperately the help of a Hopper.

Now four years later and after fighting the monsters of the upside down and watching so many hurt and even killed. Eveyrthing was at peace. Jim’s sister had come back after Hopper had sent her a call telling her that Will had been lost and then found again, and that he had adopted a girl by the name of Jane.

Y/n came back. She was as beautiful as she was when we were in high school thirty years ago. She stood a little taller then her brother, and wasa force to be reckoned with as she told her brother what to do most of the time when she arrived to Hawkins.

It had been a few days since I had last heard from Y/n as I had taken a trip with my boys down to florida. A much needed trip to get away from the bullshit town of Hawkins and the horrible things that seemed to taint the town in darkness and cruelty. It was also a chance to let Jonathen to see what else was out there for schools.

Our last night in the hot florida air, I called a direct phone call to Hawkins. To Y/n’s home but the call was sent to her answering machine. It had been going to the answering machine for the past week. I gathered maybe that Y/n had just been out of the house every time I called.

That was far from the truth when we arrived back in Hawkins. The drive back home felt like there was something wrong. The deep seeded feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me something was going wrong as we drove home. Everything told me to stop the car and call Hopper, but if something had gone wrong then he would have called would have tired at least.

Y/n, Jim, and I were the best of friends. The past four years bringing us closer then we were in high school. The trauma and the stress of losing my kids and the help of Y/n and Jim in the search for Will. Like I had thought something was wrong.

Very wrong.

When I went over to Y/n’s. Something felt off, her light were off and the door was locked. I took a minute before letting my anxiety get the best of me. I didn’t need another break down, another missing person that I loved. Disappeared within only a few days. I called Jim. I needed answers to my ever growing questions that were storming in and through my mind.

The phone rang and rang through, until it stopped. It was El who answered the phone. “Hello??” I said as the line finally went through. “Hey, Ms.Byers.” El responded. “Where is Hopper? Where is Y/n? She’s not at her house and she hasn’t been answering her phone.” I rambled on and on, until I was what felt like out of air to breathe and words to say.

El started to explain.

“Ms.Byers, Aunt Y/n is in the hospital. She was at home when it happen Hopper and I went by to visit for lunch when she must have fell and hurt herself while trying to get things done before the hot summer air killed what looked like her garden. Hopper said that you would call and to tell you that they were in the hospital.” Eleven went on to explain that Hopper had called the EMS shortly after finding her and realizing that she was still alive.

I hung up the phone after Eleven finished her sentence. Running out from Y/n’s house I didn’t even have time to check the road behind me as I pulled out from the drive way. I speed but least be honest the only that cares what I do I me, and maybe Hopper but he’s not exactly the greatest driver in the world.

I drove so fast that when I managed to get into the hospital I was nearly out of breathe. When I walked into the hositpal the reception lady was so sweet. She lead me towards the hospital guide. “You’ll just go down that hallway and turn left. You just need to get to ICU right?” She asked me. I shook my head and fiddled my fingers. “Alright sweetie, just go right down. If anyone stops you just tell them you’re trying to get to your friend.” She said before I left trailing down the hallway.

When I made it to Y/n’s room I just stood out in the doorframe. She looked so at peace. Her hands were above the sheets that covered her body. I just stood there for a few moments. “She’s just been sleeping for the past few couple of days.” I heard Jim say from behind me. I stayed still. “What happened?”

It was a inquisitive question by all means. One that Jim probably had no answer for. I bet even Y/n didn’t have an answer for me. “The docs say it was something to do with vertigo. She had fallen into her garden. Hit her head pretty hard on the ground gave herself a good hit on the noggin’. El and I were able to find her pretty soon.” Hopper said.

I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks. As I tired desperately to not be loud and erupt into a fountain of tears. Jim hugged me as I crumlbed from the inside out. The tears only last a few moments before I pull away from Jims grip on me and my shoulders. I take a shaky breathe before looking up at Jim. “Can I go sit with her?” I ask him. He gives me a short smile before leading me into the cold room.

“I’ll call Jonathan, and Will let them know where their mother went, okay Joyce.” Jim said behind me as I gathered myself to sit beside Y/n. We sat for a few minutes as Jim left the room to give us some privacy. I started speaking.

“You know Y/n I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous about walking into a hospital. Or hell even getting to see a person I love. I know I’m the best most of the times, and I get flustered all of the times. Y/n.” I continued saying, but the squeeze of my hand gave me distraction.

“Joyce you mustn’t worry about me like you always have.” Y/n said. I couldn’t help myself but start to cry. I tired to resist the urge to hug her but Y/n opened her arms up to me and gave me the strength to fall into her arms. “Oh, Y/n you can’t scare me like that. I wou;dn’t know what to do with out you in my arms.”

“Is that a confession?” Y/n asked in a sweet and addicting voice. “A confession of what I already know.” Y/n continued on. I curbed my smile, before falling even more into what for the first time I was reliaze was something called love.

“We can say it at the same time, if you’d like?” Y/n asked. “Say it at the same time?” I questioned. “Joyce, at the same time.” Y/n said with a smile on her face. The urge to smile was grand and I fell into the best kiss of my entire life. Nothing with my ex-husband had ever felt likethis. A tiny teenaged makeouts ever felt like this either.

Sparks of flowing nature.

Will and Jonthan walked in with Jim behind them. “Aunt Y/n, We’re so glad you’re okay. Mom said something was wrong and dropped us off at the house and drove off like a maniac.” Will said in a ramble of words.

Completed on: 08/09/2022

Posted on: 08/10/2022

The Elders-

69 notes · View notes

brxght-world · 2 years

Text

“i think it’s my year, Henderson.”

“i didn’t run this time, right?”

just a second while I lie in my grave

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #HE DESERVES BETTER #fuck the duffers #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #max mayfield #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #joyce byers #stranger things imagine #st4 spoilers

10K notes · View notes

chloe-skywalker · 7 months

Text

Your To Important To Me - Billy Hargrove

Billy x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of demo dog attack

Word count: 1,829 (+ I added after it posted more lol)

Summary: prompt “What did you do to yourself? Let me see your arm, please?” / You get attacked by a Demo dog and Billy notices the bloody bandage. Some things need to be talked about and solutions need to be made.

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

“Thank you, Joyce.” Y/n thanked the older woman as she wrapped her arm with goz. Y/n's wrist to elbow had been bleeding and torn up by a Demo Dog that had latched onto her arm. But as far as Y/n was concerned, it could’ve been a lot worse.

“You don’t have to thank me, Honey.” Joyce shook her head giving the teen girl a soft smile. She was trying to comfort her, knowing that Y/n had to be in a ton of pain. Joyce thought of her as a daughter, so seeing her but like this. It really pained her to see Y/n in pain. With the situation they were in it happened often, one of them getting hurt but they couldn't change that.

“Still” Y/n tilted her head as she pulled on her jean jacket, trying to be as cautious as she could be of her arm. She could feel throbbing pain in all the punctures as she moved her arm around.

“You're welcome.” Joyce nodded in return. She knew Y/n would keep saying thank you if she didn’t accept it.

“Hey” Steve walked over to the table that the two women were sitting at. “I can take you home if you want?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks Steve.” Y/n nodded standing up to follow him out of the Byers house.

“Yeah, no problem.” Steve nodded, giving her a small tight smile. Steve and Y/n became friends back when the whole upside down stuff started. The two became fairly close friends. Sure they still had some awkward moments and with everything that happens in Hawkins sometimes the awkward moments were the ones they loved the most. Because they were normal. A grimace of normal in their very confusing and stressful lives.

Steve drove her home. The car ride was pretty silent on the way to Y/n’s house, but once he pulled up he asked. “Is your arm gonna be okay? Are you going to be okay tonight? Alone."

“If it’s not you can call me anytime.” Steve offered as she stepped out of the car. He wanted her to know she had a friend that would drop anything and be there if she needed.

Y/n nodded softly before letting out a sigh. “Yeah I should be.”

Y/n didn't necessarily want to be alone or know for certain that she would be okay but she was a big girl and knew she could take care of herself.

“I’ll call you if it get bad. Promise.” She smiled, telling him before shutting the car door and heading inside. She appreciated the sentiment.

As Y/n entered her home it was silent, her mom being at work and all. It was only her and her mom and Y/n liked it that way. Plus being home alone after something like this was better. No one around to worry so much. Y/n was sure that Joyce would call her mom and tell her what happened. It was easier at times that Y/n's mom knew about the upside down. So Y/n went to the kitchen to grab a drink before she headed upstairs to her room.

“Holy Shit!” Y/n practically screamed as she jumped when entering her room to see Billy there on her bed watching t.v. Clenching her chest with her hand she asked. “How long have you been in my room?”

Billy shrugged, muting the television and resposting himself to be facing her in a sitting position instead of laying down. “A while. Where’ve you been?”

Y/n shrugged, using only one shoulder due to the painful throbbing in her other arm. “The Byers. Helping the kids.”

“For 6 hours?” he asked with raised brows. What could she have been doing over there for that long? Billy felt like she wasn’t telling him something. And that feeling happened often to him when she disappeared and was gone for so long. Especially if she was with those little brats his step sister hanged out with.

While Billy was thinking that Y/n was thanking her mom for the t.v. in her room, because Billy was distracted and didn't notice Steve was the one that dropped her off. That didn't need to be brought up at all right now.

“Uh, yeah. It was an emergency.” Y/n answered not really knowing how to answer. So she distracted herself by stripping off her jacket and then her shoes.

Suddenly Billy reached forward and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her closer. “What’s on your arm?”

‘Fuck’ Y/n thought. Moving her arm so much must have added pressure and pushed more blood out. Y/n thought she felt a tareing sensation. It was her blood wetting the goz. “Uh- bandages?”

Billy gave her a ‘I’m not stupid’ look, like ‘no shit’. “Why are there bandages on your arm?”

Normally it was Y/n who patched up Billy. Billy had never seen her with an injury like this before, let alone one that was bleeding fresh blood.

“We had to go out into the woods, and I got hurt.” It was the best she could explain it without also lying to him. Y/n hates lying to Billy, especially since he’s been so truthful with her.

“What did you do to yourself?” Billy asked, trying to get a better look but Y/n pulled her arm away. This just made Billy’s concern grow bigger. So Billy asked again, this time pleading with her. “Let me see your arm? Please?”

Y/n whipped her head to face him. “Hey! I got attached, I did not do this to myself.”

Billy smirked a little at how he got the truth out of her so simply.

“Oh damn you, Hargrove.” Y/n rolled her eyes at seeing his reaction. Damn him and knowing her so easily. But she also loved that about him. Y/n bit her lip trying to hold back her smile at what he could get out of her.

“Can I see your arm now?” he asked again, hoping she’ll let him see and examine it.

Y/n let out a sigh moving to sit next to him on her bed. Sitting at an angle so he could look at her arm.

“Damn it.” She let out a frustrated groan at seeing exactly how much blood had stained the goz. Now it is definitely gonna have to be changed before she went to bed. Y/n was hoping she wouldn't have to change it till the morning. Suddenly after looking at her arm Billy abruptly got up off the bed. Y/n followed him with her eyes confused. “Where are you going?”

Watching him leave the room filled her with worry. Was this to much for him? But after about 5 minutes he came back, entering her bedroom with ibuprofen, a coke, and had apparently dug through her bathroom for supplies to clean and change the bandages on her arm.

Y/n felt so heart warmed that he wanted to do this for her. But what if he changed his mind after actually seeing the wounds? Y/n knew it was just insecurities talking, Billy’s seen, done, and possibly had close to worse. “Billy, I can do this later-”

“You help me all the time, especially with this kind of thing. Will you just let me help you, for a change?” Billy said, cutting her off, looking her in the eyes. He wanted to take care of her, in all ways. And not just as a ‘returning the favor’ kind of thing. Billy turly cares for Y/n, hell he’d go as far as to say he loves her. Having only ever loved one other person in his life (his mom), this was special to him in ways he had a hard time expressing.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled gratefully, dropping the whole ‘don’t need help’ facade.

“You're welcome.” Billy nodded, accepting her thanks.

“You know. I wish you’d let me in more so I could help you with other things.” he hinted to how he’d like to know what caused her disappearances for hours and the injuries she gets.

Y/n would love to tell him about everything, the upside down and Hawkins lab. But she also didn’t want to tell him. He had enough to worry about with his dad and she didn’t want him to get hurt. But it also wasn’t just her deasion. “If it was just my deascion you would be. An I’m trying. I really am but you haven’t made the best impression on the kids, Steve, Nacy, and Johnathan. Or Hopper. And they all have says in who knows as well.”

“What about Joyce?” Billy asked noticing that Y/n left out the older woman. Once he got the old goz off and started cleaning the blood off. Billy could see all the little puntucers, almost like teeth. But There were hundreds if not thousands. Billy couldn’t think of anything that could cause this.

“She saw us on a date a few months ago and doesn’t think you are how you seem. Which she is right.” Y/n explained telling him with a shy smile. That had been an awkward conversation with the woman, but she was supportive of the relationship. Which was appreciated.

“I hate that you got hurt. Y/n, those looked like teeth punctures, but not from something normal.” he sighed, trying not to show how worried it had indeed made him.

“I hate when you get hurt to.” she stated before letting out a deep breath. Y/n knew that this conversation was going to happen at some point. She shook her head, biting her lip. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what bit me.”

Billy had to nod in agreement that he probably wouldn’t believe it if he didn’t see it with his own eyes. “Then let me see it.”

Y/n’s head shot up right and her eyes filled with shock and panic. “What? So you can get hurt or possibly killed to?! No!”

“Why won’t you let me protect you?!” Billy questioned moving his focus to look her in the eyes, having finished wrapping her arm in new goz.

“You protect me plenty as it is.” Y/n agured back.

“I want to protect you from this to! Obviously no one else is.” Billy stressed, lifting his hand gesturing to her arm.

“You have no idea how much worse this.” Y/n raised her injured arm looking him in the eyes. “Could have been if any of them weren’t there. They do protect me.”

Billy shook his head. “Not enough for me, they don’t.”

“Billy-”

“I can’t lose you. You're too important to me.” he stated passionately, no longer yelling. Billy didn’t have much, he never has. But he has Y/n, and he didn’t plan on losing her, she means too much to him to let that happen.

Y/n took a shallow breath before scooting closer to Billy as the two sat on her bed, making it dip further. Y/n knew what Billy meant and she appreciated it. He means a lot to her too. She didn’t want to lose him either. “You're important to me too.”

“Let me be there next time. Then I have to be brought into the loop.” Billy shrugged, picking up Y/n’s none injured arms hand, intertwining their fingers. There had to be a way to let him into what was going on in the crappy town in Indiana.

“I don’t want to lose you either, and that chance increases if you are brought into this!” Y/n stressed as much as she could using her eyes and tone of voice. They’d lost enough people due to the Upside down, its creatures and Hawkins lab.

“I don’t plan on ever losing you or losing me.” He stated leaning in, resting his forehead against Y/n’s. “Besides, wouldn't it be safer for me to know so I can protect myself?”

Y/n sighed, he had a point. “I’ll talk to them tomorrow. Okay? But I can’t promise anything.”

Billy nodded in understanding. “I’ll find a way to protect you whether they say yes or not.”

“I know you will.” Y/n smiled, closing the gap with a kiss.

Yeah she’d talk with the others, but she knew it was gonna be a no. But she also knew that Billy wouldn’t give up. Not on this, not when it comes to her being there with him forever. It was endearing, even if she was afraid he’d get hurt.

Taglist: @gruffle1 @padawancat97 @starkleila

#y/n #imagines #imagine #x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #netflix #stranger #things #joyce x hopper #joyce byers #steve harrington

245 notes · View notes

bookshelf-dust · 1 year

Text

the ache

billy hargrove x gn!byers!reader

word count: 625

warnings: grieving, mentions of death, post the battle of starcourt

a/n: um, so…i just wrote this in thirty minutes, give or take. it’s a bit of dialogue that i’ve been kind of toying with in my head for a few days, and here i am, at one in the fucking morning, writing this. i’m sorry in advance. (also for context, none of the season three hopper death shit happened.) i love you all. <3333

————

When you don’t show for dinner, Joyce knows exactly where you are.

There’s no guesswork, or calling around. She knows.

She knows because she’s been where you are. And she knows you shouldn’t be alone.

She remembers when Hopper had come and sat on the floor in front of her without a word. It had settled something inside of her, that small gesture. Sure, it hadn’t soothed the ache—nothing could do that, nothing but time—yet it had helped. It felt like a breath of fresh air.

Joyce parks the car, and makes her way to where she stood all those months ago as they lowered him into the ground.

You’d been silent then. She wasn’t sure you were breathing, really. And when they’d finished, when the funeral was over, you’d just stood there. And she’d waited until you made your way to the car, and she took you home. Anything for her baby.

————

The grass is chilly under your palms, where you’re desperately ripping the blades up and flinging them to the sides. There might be two sparse patches left by the time you’re finished, but that’s okay. It’ll grow back.

Your face is wet. You gave up on wiping it dry long ago.

When you hear footsteps behind you, you don’t even have to turn because you know exactly who it is. Who’s come for you.

You start to cry again, but this time it’s worse. This time you’re sobbing.

Joyce sits down beside you, settling on her knees.

You look up at her, but you can’t really see her because your eyes are filling with tears and blurring your vision.

“Oh, baby,” Joyce says. She runs her hand over your leg.

You cry out. You’re practically wailing. It hurts, you’ve noticed. It’s like an ache, and it won’t leave. It stays.

You look away from her and at his headstone. William Hargrove, it reads.

That’s all he is now, a plot. A marker. A memory.

“Mama.” Joyce never takes her eyes off of you. Seeing you like this fills her with an immense grief, and she wants nothing more than to make it all go away. To fix it. To kiss it better.

“Mama, I miss him.”

A sob wrenches free from your throat, and you’re wiping desperately at your face again because now she’s here and she can see you at your weakest. But it’s no use, so you let it come.

“My baby,” you cry.

Images of Billy flash through your mind: sitting with him in the staff room while it rained one day at the pool and no one could swim, helping him get a tangle out of his hair, kissing him on the cheeks just to see him blush.

He’s gone. He’s never coming back. Your Billy is dead.

“Mama, please.”

You don’t know why you’re begging, but you are. And you keep begging, like it’s going to fix something. It’s not.

Please what? Please bring my boyfriend back. Please undo what happened that night. Please let him be safe. Please.

Joyce wraps her arms around your shoulders and you cling to her like you’re afraid she’ll disappear too. Like she’ll be in the ground and you’ll be sitting and crying out for her just as you are now.

You’re not sure how long you cry for, but she lets you for as long as you need.

And when you’re done, you go home and lay in bed. You slip on one of his shirts, and you think about him.

You cry some more, and try to remember something Hopper told you after he’d taken you out of the mall that night.

“That feeling never goes away. But everyday it does get a little easier.”

You hope he’s right.

————

please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove ficlet #billy hargrove angst #billy stranger things fic #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x byers!reader #billy hargrove x gn!byers!reader #byers!reader #joyce byers #jim hopper #savannah’s fics

451 notes · View notes

rubiehart · 3 months

Note

getting caught in the act with robin by steve who is now scarred for life haha

lol this would deffo happen to them!!

༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚

deciding that you want to get away from the rest of the party for a little bit for some ‘alone time’ you sneak away together, thinking nobody noticed and slipping into your bedroom, giggling to each other as you lay on your frilly sheets and robin crawls on top of you, grabbing the sides of your face and connecting your lips passionately, tongues dancing together in the perfect rhythm. pulling away urgently and looking up at her with watery eyes, pupils blown out. “need you robin.” you’d whisper between a hiccup.

she’d nod and smirk “yeah? now?” and you nod shyly, reaching down to flip your skirt up to your hips so she can see the little wet spot that formed, biting her lip and looking back up at you, losing composure when she sees the look you’re giving her. “okay. we gotta be quick though okay?” she says finally, making you nod happily as she stands up and strips herself out of her jeans and top as do you, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor and clambering back onto the bed connecting your lips in a desperate needy kiss, spreading lipstick around each others mouths.

you began lifting your hips to create some friction between you and her, making you whine out at the contact into her mouth quietly, she reaches down skilfully to rub your clit rhythmically with your grinding, using her other hand to pull the cup of your bra under your tit, taking it into her mouth urgently and circling her tongue around the little bud, making you whine out.

“you’re doin’ s’ good.” she whispers as she feels you nearing your climax, leaning down to kiss you again when the door flings open, startling the both of you, you reaching for the nearest throw pillow and holding it over your bare tits, robin shrieking and fumbling around. “jesus!” steve’s voice can be heard with a flick of brown hair around the door before it slams harshly against the door frame, rattling the walls a little from the force and the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. “little warning next time would be nice!” he yells, making you both burst out into a fit of giggles.

“robin! that was so embarrassing!” you manage though giggles, robin covering her mouth as her eyes crinkled at the sides, giggling with you. after your giggling died down she sighed. “we’re never gonna live that down.” you just giggle and throw the pillow you were holding over your tits at her face starting the giggle fit all over again.

131 notes · View notes

pinkandblueblurbs · 2 years

Text

well earned reward

jim hopper x joyce byers x fem!reader

poly relationship, threesome, d/s dynamic, casual dominance, cunnilingus, references to punishment/spanking, dirty talk, male masturbation, light cum play

You’re clearing the table from dinner, carrying a stack of three used plates over to the sink where Joyce stands washing up. Hopper’s standing at the door of the fridge, putting away the margarine. You clear your throat as you hand off the dishes, trying to sound casual.

“You know…” the sweet, demure, lilting tone you use already has Hopper shooting you a questioning look from across the kitchen. You only talk like that when you want something. “I haven’t had a punishment in over a week.”

Hopper lets out a light scoff, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge. Joyce hums thoughtfully as she scrubs at a stubborn piece of crusted on lasagna.

“You have been really good lately, haven’t you?” She observes, turning to look at you as you make another round, now bringing her the used drinking glasses. You offer her a sweet smile and nod, very much liking where this is going. Joyce turns back to the dishes, setting the freshly cleaned plate aside before starting on another.

“She’s due a reward, Hop.”

“Joyce, are you kidding me?” He sounds incredulous as he leans against the counter, cracking open his can. “Didn’t you hear her just now?”

He looks at you, his expression hard, clearly unmoved. “You haven’t been punished in a week, kid. There’s your reward right there.”

You scowl at him, not appreciating his position on the matter whatsoever. You purse your lips, and he raises a brow, and it’s a good thing Joyce speaks up- because you’re seconds away from saying something that would blow your whole good girl claim straight out of the water.

“We aren’t drill sergeants, Hopper.” Joyce sounds almost irritated, but you recognize it as the tone she takes on whenever the two of them start to bicker. You have to bite back a smirk. It’s good to hear them bicker, because whenever they bicker, Joyce always wins. Even if Hopper doesn’t admit it.

“You got that right.” He shoots back, pushing himself off the counter. “If we were she’d get a spanking every week to keep her in line, good behavior be damned.” He gives your cheek a pat and offers you a patronizing look as he passes by you and enters the sitting room to lower heavily onto the couch. Joyce rolls her eyes, adding the last plate onto the drying rack and turning off the faucet. She turns to you as she dries off her hands, her smile genuine and slightly apologetic.

“Ignore him, honey.” She says, tossing the hand towel on the countertop. “Go ahead and tell me what you want. You’ve earned it.”

You beam at her, murmuring a soft “thank you” before you make your request. “Can I have your mouth?”

“Of course.”

You let out an excited squeal and rush to the bedroom, practically skipping in your excitement.

“You’re spoiling her!” Hopper’s booming voice calls from the living room.

You ignore him in favor of stripping down your lower half and climbing onto the center of the mattress, legs spread and waiting.

She moves to crawl up between them, but you stop her when you say “wait.” Your cheeks warm a bit, feeling slightly shy despite everything. “Will you take your shirt off?”

Joyce smiles at your sweetness and offers you a nod, grasping the hem of her shirt and lifting it up off of her head in one easy, graceful motion. You have to remind yourself not to gawk at the sight of her bra clad chest- no matter how many times you see it, her body never fails to send a wave of arousal through you.

“You’re so sweet,” she praises when she sees your awed, adoring expression. She finally makes her way between your thighs- amused by the way your eyes follow her cleavage- and settles there, her face inches from your bare folds.You shiver at the feeling of her warm breath.

“Ready, honey?”

You nod immediately, hands clutching the sheets in anticipation.

That’s all the pleading Joyce needs to lean down and lick up your slit, her tongue just barely grazing your hooded clit and making you whimper. Her fingers come up to gently pull apart your swollen lips, further exposing your bud so the next lick has you reeling at the direct stimulation.

You allow the feeling to wash over you, basking in the sure, well-practiced movements of Joyce’s soft tongue and lips. She knows exactly what to do, has all the techniques that make your toes curl committed to memory. She flicks her tongue over your clit, occasionally latching on and sucking gently. Her eyes have fallen closed in her focus, and you reach down to gently hold the tresses of her hair.

Somewhere in your lust clouded mind you pick up on the sound of approaching footsteps- heavy and steady against the hardwood floors. You look to the doorway just as Hopper’s form appears in it. Beer can still in hand, he leans against the doorframe, looking unimpressed as he takes in the scene.

You shoot him a shit-eating grin, feeling very smug that you’re getting a reward despite him expressing that you don’t deserve one. Hopper shakes his head at you, mouthing “fucking brat” before taking a sip of his beer.

Still grinning, you turn away from him, closing your eyes and focusing once again on the pleasure of Joyce’s mouth. You lose yourself in the sensations, feeling as though you’re practically floating in ecstasy.

You’re unaware of how much time passes before you’re snapped out of your bliss by the sound of Hopper’s empty beer can swishing into the wastebasket in the corner of the room. You open your eyes to see him stepping away from the doorframe, stalking towards the bed.

“Take off your shirt,” He gruffly tells you, gesturing at the obscuring clothing. You fix him with a confused look, and he raises his brow at you, daring you to argue. “Go on. If you’re gonna get some bullshit reward, I might as well get to enjoy the view.”

Your confused expression morphs into a scowl. “It’s not bullshit,” you assert. Hopper’s brows shoot up, making his surprise at your rebuttal clear. Before you can say more, Joyce lifts her head.

“Just do what he says, sweetie.” She instructs, trying to keep the peace. “Take off your shirt for him, then I’ll keep going and make you cum. How does that sound?”

You tear your gaze away from your staredown with Hopper to meet Joyce’s eye, and she offers you a pleading smile. You huff, not wanting to disappoint her.

“Fine,” you grumble, sitting up just enough that you can raise your top up off your abdomen and toss it aside. You hadn’t been wearing a bra, since you’d just been hanging around the house, so the removal of your shirt leaves you completely bare.

“Attagirl,” Hopper mutters as Joyce leans back down to continue eating you out. “At least you’ll listen to one of us.”

Maturely, you stick your tongue out at him as you settle back comfortably against the pillows. You’re determined to enjoy your reward despite Hopper’s brooding presence, so you do your best to ignore him where he stands beside the bed. Joyce is still working magic on your pussy, and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.

She expertly works you up towards your orgasm, her dainty hands snaking up to hold you at your waist, her thumbs rubbing tenderly at the skin there. You arch against the mattress, moaning lewdly when her tongue slips inside your entrance and sweeps across your inner walls just right. You hear Hopper let out a chuckle as well as the clinking of his belt as he frees his cock from the confines of his pants.

“Yeah, she’s real good with her mouth, isn’t she?” He starts loosely fisting at his cock, eyes flicking back and forth between Joyce’s face buried in your cunt, and your face thrown back and contorted in pleasure. Your hands knead idly at the bedding, fists clenching and unclenching, toes curling and uncurling as you approach your peak.

“Gonna come soon? Gonna make a mess on Joyce’s pretty face?”

So close to orgasm, you’ve entirely forgotten about your internal vow to ignore Hopper, and a moaned response of “yes” spills freely from your lips.

“I better hear you thank her as you do, brat.” He growls, his hand picking up its pace. He’s standing right above you, jerking off over your chest. “Thank her for being so damn good to you.”

You start to spiral off the edge, your hips rising to meet Joyce’s mouth, and Hopper’s free hand plants firmly on your lower stomach to keep you still.

“Thank you,” you gasp out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you-” it’s a mindless mantra as Joyce works you through your orgasm, your brain short circuiting with the overwhelming pleasure.

Right as you’re starting to come down Hopper lets out a low groan above you, the sight of you cumming bringing on his own release. Thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock and paint your breasts, feeling hot even against your balmy skin. You blink lazily up at him to see his pinched brow and parted lips before he lets go of his cock and closes his eyes with a breathless yet satisfied sigh.

Joyce raises her head up from between your legs, wiping your release from her chin with the heel of her hand. She glances from you, to Hopper, to Hopper’s cum on your chest, and a small smirk makes its way onto her face.

“Still upset about her reward there, Hop?” She taunts. “Because it sure looks like you enjoyed it.”

“I still don’t think she fucking deserved it.” Joyce rolls her eyes. “Come tomorrow she’ll be acting up again, now that she’s gotten what she wants.”

“No,” you pipe up, voice bleary but firm, a pout settled on your lips. “I won’t. I’ll be good.”

Joyce gestures to you with a sweep of her arm, looking at Hopper with a look that says “see? What’d I tell you?”

Hopper scoffs. “Don’t buy that shit, Joyce. She’s always like that after she comes.”

#Jim hopper smut #joyce byers smut #Jim hopper x reader #Jim hopper x you #Jim hopper x y/n #Jim hopper x joyce byers #Jim hopper imagine #joyce byers imagine #Jim hopper #joyce byers #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #joyce byers x reader

1K notes · View notes

strangermarvelss · 1 year

Text

professor munson’s guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 3)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: you learn more about your professor after an intense intimate session together

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI AT ALL (mentions of oral [f], p in v sex, dirty talk, some praise, choking, professor kink), some sappiness, eddie opening up, hint of romance in the air

Word Count: 3k

A/N: part 3 of my professor eddie series is here! i have a lot planned for this series so i hope you like it :) enjoy! -sava

The sound of skin slapping together fills the four walls of the tiny bedroom, with any witnesses passing by thinking they're walking past a porn set. You moan into the mattress you’re currently pressed into, jolts of pleasure cascading throughout your body as your professor pounds into you from behind at a feverish pace. His grunts fill your ear as he presses his chest to your back, increasing the speed of his thrusts that makes the bedsprings squeak more than they previously were.

You grip at the bedsheets beneath you, moans pouring out of your mouth at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your sensitive gummy walls, his hot breath against your neck and making you shiver. You nearly forgot how good it felt the night you brought him back to your apartment, thankful that you get to experience this euphoria once more.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling your body up and fucking up into you. Your back as resting against his chest as you both sit up on your knees, gripping onto him for leverage. He brings one hand up and wraps it around your throat, applying minimal pressure, but enough for your senses to be heightened to a new and unknown level. You whine at the feeling, his thick cock pistoning in and out of your swollen cunt and making your whole body shake. “You feel like heaven sweetheart. Doing so fucking good for me, holy shit. Taking my cock so well.”

You throw your head back at his words, a sloppy smile creeping onto your face as you feel yourself becoming so cock drunk. What he said about becoming pure putty in his hands back at the bar was embarrassingly true. The minute he ripped your top from your body you were a goner, completely overtaken by lust and full blown desire. Those thick calloused hands had you undone in seconds.

Keeping one hand on your throat, his other hand travels down to grope at one of your breasts, massaging the lump and taking your sensitive nipple between two fingers and rolling the hardened nub. His hips buck into you as fucks his cock up into your dripping hole, lips planted to your ear as he switches between giving you little kisses and bites, and whispering filthy words or pleasure filled groans.

His hand on your breast travels further south, toying with your lips before circling around your engorged clit, making you yelp at the delicious friction. You shift a little and move your grip to his forearm for support, wanting nothing more than to double over and take it like you were nearly a minute ago as you start to become limp. “You fill me so good, holy shit. Your cock feels so good,” you moan out. You can already feel the coil inside you building up, the tingling feeling spreading throughout you further.

He smirks behind you, increasing his pace yet again and hitting you deeper, grazing the spongey spot inside you that quickly turns you into a screaming mess. You dig your nails into the forearm, biting your lip as soft grunts manage to escape, trying to be somewhat respectful towards his neighbors that have to endure their night being disturbed.

“You close sweetheart? You want to come all over my fat fucking cock?” He questions, his voice low and right on the shell of your ear.

You frantically nod, eyebrows twisted together as you try to look back at him, showing him how desperate you are to get off. He sees your big eyes pleading for the release you’re chasing, making him chuckle ever so slightly. He continues his motions, rubbing your clit at a constant pace as his balls continue to hit the curve of your ass. The coil inside you becomes tighter, your moans falling faster as you feel your release quickly coming.

“Say it for me then. Need to hear you say it sweetheart.”

“Please let me come professor. I’ll be so good just please let me come,” you beg, slightly embarrassed by how desperate you truly can become during intimate moments.

“Good girl. Go on and come for me baby. Soak my cock.”

You barely let him finish speaking when you feel the orgasm rush over you, white hot bliss taking over your body as you scream out in pure pleasure. Body shaking as your pussy pulsates around his thick dick, juices flowing as you find yourself tumbling forward and pressing your body into the sheets once again. Fucking you through your orgasm, you can feel his pace falter a bit, sensing his own release arriving shortly.

“M’ not gonna last much longer sweetheart. Where do you want me?” He groans out, pulling you up a bit by the hair as he waits for a response.

“Mouth,” is all you manage to let out. You flip over as fast as you can when he pulls himself from you, watching as he strokes his cock mere inches from your face. You take a moment to look at his blissed out face, his features scrunched together and mouth hanging open as he chases his release. It was a pretty sight, watch the pleasure sink further into his face as his bangs stick to his forehead, the sweat making his pale white skin glisten in the warm lamplight and his toned ring-clad hand working up and down his length.

Before you know it, white spurts begin shooting out of the tip, landing on your tongue as you taste the salty mixture on your tastebuds. A few drops miss your mouth completely, making you quickly shut your eyes to make sure they don’t make contact, all while moaning at the taste and feeling of his load on you. His moans are beautiful, deep and drawn out as he breathes heavily from the intense orgasm.

You hear the wet squelching sounds of his fist against his dick stop and footsteps retreating from your position on his bed, only to come back just a few moments later. You feel a wet rough cloth make contact with your face, wiping away at the cum sliding down your cheeks and the slope of your nose that began dribbling off your chin.

Opening your eyes, you’re greeted to see his face inches from yours, a sweet smile plastered on his face as he tosses the rag behind his figure. Flipping his hair back, he places his index finger under your chin while his thumb rubs centimeters from your bottom lip. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours.

You reluctantly pull away after a while, feeling breathless and weak from the strenuous activities that have taken place. He notices, standing from the bed and helping you lay back against one of the plush pillows.

“Thank you Professor Munson,” you let out, a dopey smile resting on your face. He chuckles, shaking his head as he comes around the other side of the bed. The mattress dips as he lays next to you, resting his head against the arm he’s propped against his own pillow.

“You don’t have to call me that when we aren’t in class, you know.”

“Well, you seemed to like it just a few minutes ago,” you tease slightly, making him laugh more. “Plus, I don’t know your first name, so I can’t really help it.”

“It’s Eddie,” he reveals.

You take a moment to soak in the new information. His first name suited him perfectly, especially with the long hair and love of metal music. It reminded you of Eddie Van Halen, with the messy curls and the leather jacket he wore during your first encounter. Plus with his love of music, it all just made sense.

He motions for you to come closer, tapping his bare chest slightly. You scooch closer, laying you head on the open area. You bring a finger to rake over his stomach, trailing it up and down as your bare breasts press against his side and creating a sticky friction.

“So…Eddie…,” you start, taking a moment to look at the bedroom around you. “This is a nice place you have here.”

“Thanks. It’s definitely the nicest place I’ve lived in,” he replies.

“Have you always lived here in Indiana?” You ask, tilting your head up to look in his eyes.

“Yeah actually. I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the area, but there’s this town called Hawkins, and-“

“Wait wait wait, I know Hawkins! I have an aunt who lives there! I wonder if you know her,” you interrupt, leaning up a bit and scooting up closer to his face. He shoots you a questionable look, waiting for you to elaborate. You smirk, turning away from him as you continue your previous motions on tracing his stomach. “Her name is Joyce Byers.”

He pauses for a moment, leaning up on both elbows as he shoots you a wild expression. You smile at him as your eyes go wide as well, a puzzled expression resting on your face.

“There is no way Joyce Byers is your aunt,” he finally says. You laugh, throwing your head back as you sit up, crossing your legs and bringing the top sheet over your body.

“I am! She was married to my uncle before she was married to Lonnie and had Jonathan and Will. We know it sounds a bit weird, but she has always been so good to us, so we continue to go see her. My uncle is happy with his new wife anyway, so he doesn’t mind all that much. I love going to visit her during the holidays though. I was there about a month or so ago,” you explain.

“What a small world. Byer and I hang out some when I’m in town. A whole group of us try to get together when we visit for the holidays. Ya know, we were probably in Hawkins at the same time and didn’t even realize it,” he tells you.

“Well I actually had no idea you existed until the day before the semester started, so even if I did see you, I wouldn’t have known the difference,” you tease, sticking your tongue out. He grunts, flipping over onto his stomach and grabbing at you, making you yelp and giggle loudly.

He holds onto you, nearly pinning you down on the bed. The ends of his curls tickle you as he towers over you, swatting it away playfully before he dips his head down to take your lips in his again. You return the gesture, moving your lips against his and beginning to create a simple rhythm. You manage to slip a hand up his body and rest it against his cheek as you continue to make out, the tangy taste of your arousal lingering on his lips from when he went down on you moments after entering the apartment.

After several minutes, Eddie pulls away breathlessly, moving his bangs out of his face to get a better look at you. He places another kiss to your cheek before slinking over back to his side of the bed, letting out a huff as his head makes contact with the soft pillow. You prop an arm up against your pillow, resting your head in your hand as you look at him before turning to sit up on the bed, feet dangling off the side.

“You want to stay the night? I make some a mean waffle after a night of good sex. Of the Eggo variety, of course,” he tells you, making you giggle.

“I think my roommate might think I’m dead in a ditch somewhere if I’m not home when she gets there,” you answer, sliding your bra straps up your shoulders and clasping the back.

“Yeah, I guess you have a point there. But for the record,” he begins, leaning across the bed to tap your arm, making you turn back to look at him. “If we continue to do this, you can always stay over.”

You smile at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks briefly. “You want to continue to fuck me?”

“Uh…yeah? Look, I know it can be a bit risky, but it’s like you said at the bar. Nobody has to know. We come here, make sure no one is following us and make sure we’re not being suspicious in the public eye. And I really don't think I'm gonna be able to resist that sweet pussy of yours, so I think we can make it work until graduation comes around in May,” he suggests.

You laugh some more at the corniness of the last part of his suggesstion before taking a moment to process. You can’t help but become excited for the proposition. Eddie was amazing in bed, there was no denying that. The orgasms he has pulled from you have been some of the best you’ve ever had when it comes to sex with another person. Hell, even better than some of the orgasms you’ve had during masturbation. The grief he’s given you over the past couple weeks might’ve upset you, but that could be a thing of the past.

“Sure, why not? But you have to stop picking on me in class,” you tell him, narrowing your eyes a bit. He holds his hands up in surrender before nearly face planting into the mattress, making you stifle a laugh. “But, that also means that you can’t give me any special treatment. Like you said, no acting suspicious in public.”

“But picking on my students is how I treat everyone. If I don’t give you that energy, your peers might notice something,” he teases. You shake your head, rising from your position on the bed as you rummage around the room for the rest of your clothes. Piece by piece, you find the items and get dressed, until you see the shirt laying on the ground, torn down the seam. Holding it up, you make Eddie look at the damage.

“Guess I’ll be zipping my coat up all the way and trying not to freeze my tits off,” you say disapprovingly. Eddie hops up from the bed and walks over to you.

“Borrow one of my shirts. It’s the least I can do since I ruined this one,” he says, running towards his dresser. He pulls open the drawer, fishing around inside until he lands on an older Metallica shirt from their Master of Puppets tour, throwing the fabric your way. You examine the shirt for a moment before shooting him a look.

“Do I look like I’d be interested in Metallica?”

“The rest of my T-shirts are definitely not your style, if I’m going off of that ‘essay’ you wrote. Plus, you can just say my class is expanding your musical horizons,” he suggests. You shrug, throwing the shirt on and opening the bedroom door in search for your jacket. Eddie follows behind, picking up his own clothes and throwing them on as you venture towards the front door. “C’mon, let me drive you back to your apartment. S’ not like I haven’t been there before.”

—————————————————————————————————————

Closing the front door of your apartment, you sigh a breathe of relief when you’re met to the living room lights off and Nadia’s bedroom door wide open, the lights inside also shut off to show she is no where in sight. You creep over towards your bedroom and close the door, pressing your back against it as you relish in the rollercoaster of a night you’ve endured.

Being with Eddie tonight was just the steam you needed to blow off from the shit storm you’ve encountered. Sure, he may have been a big part of the stress, but being able to also be the stress reliever was a big plus on your part. Your new arrangement with Eddie excited you, giddiness overtaking you as you peel your jacket off and jump into bed.

Taking the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, you smile as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, curling up underneath your comforter and switching on your lamp resting on your nightstand and illuminating your bedroom. A sweet sigh passes through your parted lips, sinking further into the comfort of your plush pillows and silk sheets, feeling the heaviness of sleepy time slowly taking over your consciousness.

Your mind can’t help but think back to your time with Eddie tonight as you begin to drift to sleep. His hands in your hair as he fucked into you fast and hard, his grunts and filthy phrases replaying in your head, taking you back to the moment. The multiple orgasms he managed to pull from you, giving you the relief and high you’ve been needing all week.

But you also can’t help but think about the sweet side that he showed you today. Telling you to curl up next to him, feeling the warm of his sweaty body radiate onto yours, offering you his shirt and a ride. This sort of treatment wasn't something you were used to getting from guys. Just the way he would give you soft kisses with his velvety pink lips he would place against your cheek made your heart skip a beat. It may be the simplest gesture, but it swooned you none the less

Despite being completely annoyed by the cold attitude he’s been giving you over the past couple weeks, you were grateful to see that the cold demeanor was just a front. His genuine actions and soft words and expressions showed you that he wasn’t as mean and scary as he tried to let on, wanting to give off that perception for reasons that were unknown to you. Getting to know him would be an interesting journey, but you had to keep your mind sharp enough to remember the reason why you’re even in this town: to complete your degree and graduate.

As fun as this arrangement and getting to know Eddie would be, you needed to keep one promise to yourself: you will not fall in love with your professor.

441 notes · View notes

mxltifxnd0m · 2 years

Text

𝙄𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

Summary: You get injured and Steve is a fussy babysitter (mother)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, The Party x platonic fem! reader

Words: 1.8K

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, and gore. fluff and a little spice are thrown in there. Set in season 2

A/N: wow look at me posting a fic. Haven't done that since July lmao

tbh this fic only came to fruition bc of my dear friend Addie and I’ve been meaning to write more for Stranger Things but I have yet to write for any of the other fandoms on my masterlist lol

and as always all my thanks to my wife and beta reader @songofpatrochilless

𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

Okay, maybe you should have listened to Steve when he told you to get back on the bus with Lucas, Max, and Dustin. By the looks of it, Steve looked like he needed help with the number of demodogs surrounding him, so you disobeyed his order and jumped out of the bus. You would protect these kids with everything you had since you'd been babysitting Lucas and Dustin since they were 10 and you quickly bonded with Max since you noticed that the two of you were similar in attitude.

You were able to hold your own until you tripped on a piece of scrap metal, making you stumble to the ground. You noticed that Steve was starting to head back to the bus, so you got up and started to sprint to the bus. You hadn't noticed that one of the demodogs was behind you and managed to scratch your leg, which made you stumble again, but you just turned around, slashed at it with your axe, leaped into the bus, and closed the doors as hard as you could. Getting up fast, you shoved a piece of metal in front of the door and held it there for a moment until the bus shook from something hitting it from the other side. It distracted you for a second, allowing the demodog to swipe at the metal and get its claws into the bus. Quickly, you grab the bat that was in Steve's hands and start hitting it as hard as you can while Steve is trying his best behind you to help.

Faintly in the background, you hear Dustin calling for help until it manages to move up to the roof. You try to get up to go after it but feel a twinge of pain in your leg. But you ignored it and managed to get up anyway. But it seemed that Steve had a different idea. He had grabbed the bat from your hands and got in front of Max to protect her, and the others from the demodog peeking from the hole on top of the bus. Then everything stopped. It seems that the demodogs were running away. You sigh in relief and follow the others out of the bus to see where the demodogs were going.

“What happened?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know,” Max responded.

“Steve and y/n scared ‘em off?” Dustin suggests.

“No. No way. They're going somewhere.” Steve said grimly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Well, I guess it’s time for another adventure.” You say, trying to get their minds off of what just happened. But it fails as you wince in pain, the adrenaline that was pumping through your veins is now gone and you're feeling the pain in your leg. You stumble as you try to take a step forward and Dustin notices your leg.

“Shit, your leg is bleeding,” Dustin points out.

“Watch your language.” You say reflexively.

Dustin shoots you a look of are you serious right now?

Steve whips his head towards you and his eyes, full of worry, dart down to the leg that was bleeding.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone your leg was bleeding!”

“Well Steve, I didn't think that mentioning that my leg was bleeding, while we were trying to not die was high on my list of priorities right now.” You tell him sarcastically.

Steve just rolls his eyes, “Well, we need to treat that before it gets infected.”

“I don’t think that the boys or Max-,” you gesture to tweens, “-have a first aid kit on them. So I’ll suck it up until all of this is over or until we get to somewhere where we can treat it. Okay, Steve?”

By the look on Steve’s face, he does not like the idea but doesn’t object since he knows you’re right.

“Right, now that we have acknowledged that, we should probably go so we can see where the monsters are heading before we lose them.” Everyone nods their head and trek in the direction where the demodogs left. Steve makes you wrap an arm around him so he can help you put less pressure on your leg.

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

It took a while until you were able to treat your leg. You had to trudge through the woods to the Lab, encountering Jonathan and Nancy once you got there, then Hopper came out of nowhere, and you had to sit on Steve’s lap since there was no more room in the back of the truck.

You are exhausted, the adrenaline wore off in the car and you almost fell asleep on Steve, but he kept you awake by talking to you quietly until the truck had stopped in front of the Byers’ house. Getting out of the truck, you stumbled a bit before Steve got out and slung your arm around his shoulder again, and led you into the Byers’ house.

As soon as you stepped foot into the threshold, Steve whisked you away to the bathroom, sat you down on the counter, and started opening cabinets to find the first aid kit. All the while he was sorting out the supplies he needed to clean the wounds, he was mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

Once he found the supplies he needed, Steve started to clean the wound on your leg. Minutes passed and the only sounds you could hear were your and Steve's breathing and the occasional groan of pain when Steve would put too much pressure on your leg. Steve would apologize profusely but his face was stoic but his eyes still had concern and warmth. After Steve finished cleaning your wound, he started to wrap your leg up.

“So, it’s a nice day out isn’t it?” You joked, breaking the silence. Steve jerked his head up from your wound to glare at you.

“Okay, got it, not the time for jokes.”

Getting the hint that Steve didn’t want to talk, you zoned out. You could hear the rustling of the feet through the walls of the bathroom. And you could listen to the kids' voices trying to figure out what the hell was going on with Will. What had brought your mind back to the bathroom was a jolt of pain going through your leg and you let out a low groan.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Did I tie it a little tight?” Steve asked.

“It’s a little tight Steve, but I’m fine.”

A tense silence fell over the two of you until Steve decided to break it.

“What the hell were you thinking back at the junkyard, I told you I had it handled.” Steve started to scold you.

“Okay, Mom, calm down for just a second.”

“Calm down! Don’t tell me to calm down, you almost lost your leg!” Steve exclaimed.

“That’s an exaggeration, I just got my leg scratched, and as you can see my leg is still attached.” You gestured to your now bandaged leg.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Still if you had listened to me and stayed on the bus you wouldn’t be here right now.” Steve says while running his hands through his hair frustratedly.

“I don’t understand why you care about me getting hurt, it wasn’t that big of a deal.” You tell Steve.

“I’m sorry. So caring for my best friend isn’t a big deal now?”

You wince at the use of “best friend” but Steve just thought it was because of your leg. You’ve always had a small crush on Steve but it was squashed when he started to express interest in Nancy last year.

“I didn’t think you cared that much about me, you didn’t hesitate to leave me for Nancy anytime we hung out when the two of you were together.” You say nonchalantly as you shrug one of your shoulders.

Steve’s eyes seem to soften at your words. You were avoiding his gaze and looking everywhere but him. He notices that, so to get your attention, Steve grabs your chin softly between his thumb and pointer finger to make eye contact with you.

“Hey, you know I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I would have stopped leaving you if I knew it bothered you so much.” Steve tells you.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m over it now.” You dismiss Steve still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“Look at me,” Steve asks you softly. And you can’t help but listen to him. So you turn to meet his gaze. This makes you realize how close Steve was to your face. You see him study your face so intently, that you felt his breath on your lips. Steve presses his forehead to yours and stays silent.

Unknowingly both of you have been inching closer to one another. Your lips briefly brushed over his, and you threw caution into the wind and fully pushed your lips against Steve’s. Steve immediately responds by deepening the kiss. He moved one of his hands to cup your cheek and on your waist, while your hands made their way into his hair, tugging on the hairs on the nape of his neck. Both of you didn’t know how long you stayed there kissing in the bathroom, it felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a few minutes.

“Hey guys, if you’re done, come out to the living room.” Dustin interrupted the two of you, his voice making the two of you break apart. You and Steve hear his footsteps fade away from the doorway, before breaking out in small chuckles.

“That kid is something else,” Steve says with a small smile on his face.

“He can be a pain in the ass, but you can’t help but love him.” You say which makes Steve nod in agreement.

“We should get out there before they start getting suspicious or Dustin will throw a fit”

“Yeah we should. Here let me.” Steve helps you get off the counter and wraps your arm around his shoulder, using Steve as a human crutch.

You thank Steve and in return, he dips his head down to give you a peck on the lips, which makes your eyes widen slightly in surprise since you weren’t expecting him to do that.

You guys made it out to the bathroom after a couple of minutes of trying to hobble down the hall and Steve making you go as slow as you can.

“What took you guys so long?” Dustin questions you.

“My human crutch didn’t want me to go fast.” You gestured to Steve, who just shook his head.

“I could let go of you if I wanted to.” Steve threatens

“Ah you could, but you wouldn’t because you would feel bad for letting me stand on my bad leg.” You say with a teasing smile on your face.

Completely forgetting everyone else that was in the room, Steve pulls you a little tighter to him, “Yeah you’re right.” Steve agrees. You guys just stare at each other for a little until Dustin claps his hands to get your attention.

“Okay now that the lovebirds are done…”

451 notes · View notes

skylarinfinity · 9 months

Text

joyce: [try to give m/n some advice] you know what people say “money can't buy happiness”

m/n: [shrugs] well yeah but i'm free of charge so let's go to the bed?

joyce: [sighed] yes i know we been dating for five years and will also see you as his dad.

m/n: ...okay? i'm free and good at sex so to the bedroom!

joyce: [shake her head] i not denying that but you need to stop talking like that it's make you sound like a prostitute....

m/n: [look at joyce with squinting eyes] how do you know what prostitute sound like?

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

119 notes · View notes

elhopper1sm · 5 months

Text

Jopper x GN! Reader

Content warning: Large age gap (early twenties reader),mentions of food , eating, and substance usage. Reader has parental trauma.

Sleeping was always a hassle. Hopper managed to get enough money to get a large enough second bed to hold the three of you comfortably

Joyce was a major insomniac. Trying to get her to sleep at night was awful. She'd wake up in a cold sweat and be terrified. She didn't like disturbing anyone. So she'd usually stay in the bathroom or living room reading or playing crossword puzzles to keep herself occupied and not disturb anyone

Hopper always had a beer before sleeping. You could hear him snore as you slept on his chest drifting asleep slowly as you listened to the sound of your heart beat

Hopper always needed a large breakfast before work. You didn't know how to cook very well so you'd ask Joyce for help and she'd reassure you when you were feeling needy or insecure about not knowing what to do. She only had coffee for breakfast but you constantly told her she needed to eat more.

"I'm fine. I just need the coffee for work" She'd constantly but you'd get worried

Putting your clothes to dry in a separate room so they don't smell like cigarette smoke. It was an insecurity of yours

Hating being yelled at. Absolutely terrified you. Hopper was slightly more insensitive about it. But he got more aware as time went on.

Joyce was more mindful of your fear of having someone older yell at you. She'd hand you a stuffed animal and then let you rock yourself back and forth without thinking it was weird

They drank quite a bit. You spent a considerable amount of money on alcohol. You all tried to be mindful of how much you drank. But it was a serious problem for Joyce and Hopper

Reading with Joyce. It was the best feeling in the world. She was so sweet and she'd stroke your hair as she held you in her arms

Watching TV with Hopper was nice he'd tell the weirdest jokes and complain about everything humanly possible.

Fixing cars with Hopper and doing home repairs. He taught you everything he knows about home repairs and Joyce always made you bring a first aid kit in case you got injured

They both absolutely need to greet you before and after work and get frustrated when you don't.

Learning how to make special protein waffles for El so she can get as many nutrients as she can from her diet of Eggos and milk.

Will absolutely adore you. Mostly because you're not intimidating and demanding. You don't act like you have complete authority over him.

Jonathan takes forever to warms up to you but after a while. Seeing how absolutely smitten with you he warms up to and he being around his age really makes him like you more you understand hes a teenager and he needs spce you don't pressure anything out of him.

Finding out El has superpowers freaks the fuck out of you. But also scares you because what it means for her the constant worry she might be taken advantage of. You keep a shotgun on you at all times that Hopper taught you how to use

Hopper taking you to the shooting range is one hell of an experience. He has you keep a handgun on you at all times

Joyce and you team up with El and Will to convince which basically means beg Hopper to let the family get a cat. You both succeed

Turning down Joyce's puppy dog eyes is basically impossible.

#stranger things #jim hopper headcanons #joyce x hopper #jopper #jim hopper x reader #joyce byers x reader #jopper x reader #polyamory #poly x reader #throuple #stranger things x y/n

33 notes · View notes

wintersxani · 11 months

Text

𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warning(s): post battle of starcourt, trauma, mentions of death, use of y/n

Word Count: 1050

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eleven, mentions of Billy Hargrove, Dustin Henderson, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Max Mayfield

Summary: You and Steve comfort each other after the Battle of Starcourt.

Everything was quiet. Sirens were wailing as government men ran by from all directions, but you couldn't hear any of it as you sat on the opened back of an ambulance. Your whole body was shaking, and your busted lip was numb, thanks to the Russians you had been interrogated by just a few hours prior. A medic had tended to it, but the pain had remained. Slowly, you turned your head to look for Steve and Robin, who had shared the fear you felt in that bunker.

Steve's face was still bruised and swollen from the beating he received whilst Robin's eyes were glued to the gravel below her feet, unable to process all the information she had just had to take in, nor the sights she had to witness. Though you knew of everything associated with Eleven and the Upside Down since you started dating Steve and got roped in last year due to being in the right place, but wrong time with him and Dustin Henderson, nothing could've prepared you for the fear you'd have felt tonight.

Starcourt had been a new opportunity and experience for both you and your boyfriend, and Scoops had been a place that you'd find comfort at. Now, just it's association to the mall would remind you of what was beneath, and how Billy Hargrove and Jim Hopper both lost their lives within. The unearthly sounds of the now deceased mind flayer would ring through your ears as you shut your eyes tightly, fighting off the urge to crawl into a ball.

As a hand rested on your shoulder, you jolted, facing the boy you loved dearly. Seeing his face up close made you wince, as had his fearful expression. He, just like you, was at a loss for words. While your head had been silent, his was roaring. From your wails and pleas as you watched those Russians throw punch after punch to the fireworks and screams of the late Hargrove boy, silence was a stranger to him. "They... they said we can go home now." He muttered, his voice hoarse. A couple hours ago, the thought of being back home and in bed was all you had wished for, but you doubted you'd be able to sleep now.

You whispered a small 'ok' in reply, allowing him to help you come to a stance. Your eyes remained ahead, unable to look to your surroundings or block out the sound of Eleven crying for who had become her father figure. You couldn't imagine what she or Max was feeling right now; loneliness was something you prayed you'd never have to face. "Steve-" You managed to say as the two of you approached his car. Someone had luckily retrieved his car keys as they found Joyce and Murray, returning them to their rightful owner. He turned to face you quickly, eyes searching your face out of instinct. "I don't want to go home." Your lip trembled as you stated this, tears beginning to sting your eyes. He nodded to you, understanding what you really were saying instantly.

The two of you sat on his bed within his empty house. The silence was overbearing, but it didn't feel right to try and fill it. As you looked to your hands, you remembered looking over the hand rails of the second floor, watching as Billy had his flesh ripped, blood spewing from his lips and open wounds littering the tiled floor. How the mindflayer made of people you grew up with and knew distantly screeched and roared as the booming fireworks you and others threw sizzled its flesh. Then there was the cries and silence once Joyce had closed the gate. July 4th was something you had been excited about almost every year, making it an annual tradition to go to the fair with friends and family. You didn't think you could bear hearing fireworks on the next.

Steve's hand rested on your shaking ones as he brought them into his grasp, scooching closer to your shaking figure. Naturally, you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to hold you. There had been a second in that bunker where you thought it would be the last night of your life. That second made you realize how much you held back, and the regret you had felt was palpable. "I love you." You declared as a tear slid down your cheek, and over your nose. You hadn't said it before, but he had. "I... I wish I had said it sooner."

His grasp tightened around your hands at this as his own eyes started to water, burning his beaten eye. "I might've never gotten the chance, and I- I need you to know it, now."

"I know. I've known." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. You pulled back to face him as your lip trembled; "How do we go on after this?"

"I want to say like- like we always do... but I don't know." He admits, eyes falling to your intertwined hands. "I've never been scared like this before." You revealed as his eyes moved back to meet yours. "I know that this is... over with, and the gate is closed again... but I can't get the images out of my head. Can't forget the fear I felt in that bunker. Watching helplessly as you... as they hurt you... just like watching Hargrove- it doesn't feel like we're safe-"

"I know, I know y/n. It doesn't feel like a win... but we did. We won."

"I just hate that I can't shake the feeling that it's not over. That something is going to happen in the middle of the night. I hate being afraid Steve, feeling helpless."

His arms wrap around your body, holding you close to him as he rests his chin over your head. "I know love. I'm sorry." He coos, unable to shake the same feeling he shared with you. Knowing he can't protect you from everything, like the dread you also felt, killed him. Though he didn't say it, you knew it. "I'm right here with you. I'm always going to be right here." One of his hands rubbed your back as the other cradled the back of your head. In return, you held him tightly, nodding. "We'll get through this, together."

➺ Masterlist | 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

62 notes · View notes