#nancy its gonna okay give her a day

[ty-the-trainwreck]

Nancy: I like your new pants! Robin: Thanks, they were 50% off! Nancy: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Robin: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Nancy: Thats’s… not what I meant. Robin: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Nancy.

#kisses oblivious robin on the head and tucks her into bed #nancy its gonna okay give her a day #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin x nancy #robin #nancy #ronance canon #stranger things

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

Pool Day | for @steddiemicrofic's April prompt

pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 1,987 | rated: T | on AO3

“Thanks for having us, Steve Dear,” Mrs. Henderson greets, stepping through the front door after Dustin barrels in and handing him a huge covered bowl of potato salad.

Steve grins at her, taking the dish, “It’s no trouble at all Ms. H; thanks for bringing this, you know it’s my favorite.”

“Of course, hon!”

“Claudia!” Joyce calls from the living room, “Come help me settle this.”

“There’s nothing to settle!” Hop argues in return.

Steve snorts out a laugh, “Good luck, Ms. H.”

Claudia sighs, shakes her head, and heads into the fray.

Steve goes the opposite way, dropping the bowl off in the fridge with the other lunch cookout ingredients Wayne and Hopper will be starting in on in only a couple hours now, grabs a bottle of water for Robin, and follows Dustin’s route back outside to the patio.

It’s a clear, warm, sunny day in the late summer of ‘86. The whole ‘other dimension survivors’ party is in attendance at Steve’s place for the day; Hop, Joyce, Karen, Claudia now, and even Wayne are staying inside in the A/C, the kids are in the pool, and all but the one of the ‘older kids’ are lounging around on the Harringtons’ sun chairs.

Argyle in particular is soaking up the UV rays.

Jon is burning to a crisp under his and Nancy’s umbrella.

It’s Eddie, however, that’s been in the pool practically all morning, and is currently hyping himself up to do… something.. off Steve’s creaky, probably dry-rotted, diving board.

He does look good up there; drenched head to toe with his hair pushed back from his face like that. If he wasn’t covered in pool water, Steve would want to lick him.

…okay, he probably still would.

Robin elbows him as if she can read the thoughts straight from his brain.

”Shut up.” he grumbles out the corner of his mouth, sitting on his previously vacated chair beside her and passing over the water.

She just snorts at him in return, taking the bottle from him and going back to her book..

”Eddie, dude, it can’t be done.” Mike groans, “If I can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

”He’s got an 82 percent chance of landing flat on his stomach.” Erica states.

“It’s gotta be higher than that.” Max says, “I’d give it 93 percent.”

“Never.. tell me the odds.” Eddie declares from atop his perch. The board creaks when he shifts his weight.

His eyes keep darting from the end of the diving board to the clear, blue water beyond it, and back again.

Steve calls across the backyard, “What’s it he’s trying to do?”

“He says he can do two whole flips before he hits the water.” El says, piping up from where she is laying on a towel on the far side of the patio next to Max.

Steve grimaces, “Does he now?”

”…He’s gonna die.” Dustin says. “Again.”

Lucas is the one to go to bat for their DM, ”Give him a chance, dude, he says he’s done this before.”

“See, you say that, but we all know how uncoordinated he is. Can you bellyflop to death? ‘Cause that’s how he’s ‘bout to go.”

“Don’t fuck this up, Eds, I’m not CPR certified anymore.” Steve calls from his spot beside Robin who leans in immediately to whisper, “What are you doing? If he dies you can give him mouth-to-mouth!”

Steve blinks once at her, turning back to Eddie who’s still hyping himself up for his promised double-flip. “Never mind, I remembered it!”

Eddie breaks from his focus on the board in front of him to give Steve an exasperated, questioning look. Steve winks in return, making the sunburn on Eddie’s skin burn brighter.

He’ll get the hint(s, there’s been multiple) eventually… hopefully.

The advice starts coming from all sides; “C’mon, man just do it already!”

“Yeah, Are ya gonna go or what?”

“Let him work up to it!”

“You work up to it.”

“That’s it, you’re going down, Wheeler.”

“You’re never gonna go are you?” Max yells, ignoring the scuffle starting up between Will and Mike

“Do a run-up!” Dustin suggests, and Steve stops that one in its tracks.

“No! No running around the pool!”,

Nancy chimes in, not looking up from her magazine. “Just don’t die, Eddie.”

”And what, desert all you losers? What’d you even do without me?”

“He’s got a point,” Erica concedes, deadpan, “Who would we watch hurt themselves if you weren’t around.”

“Alright, alright, alright, shut up, I’m going.” Eddie says, waving his arms around, “In three…two…one!”

And he does. He goes for it, bounding off the end of the board, completing exactly one and a half turns, and landing stomach-first onto the surface of the water.

Sympathetic hisses of pain and grimacing ‘Oohs’ erupt around the pool as Eddie sinks into the water.

To his credit though, he manages to stand on his own soon afterwards.

Steve calls out to him, “You okay, Eds?”

“I think I’m gonna need that mouth-to-mouth, big guy.” Eddie groans, then flops face-first back into the water dramatically, much to the amusement of the gathered peanut gallery.

“What a doofus, why do I have a crush on him again?” Steve asks Robin in a low voice as he stands from his chair.

Robin sets her book down on her lap, counting out on her fingers without looking up at him: “Big hair, big eyes, big smile, bigger heart.”

“Ah, yep, that’ll do it.” he nods, then drops down off the edge of the pool into the water. “Alright, dumbass, that’s enough pool for you.”

He wades over to Eddie, still floating face-down on the surface of the water, and scoops him up in a bridal carry.

“Blegh…” He feigns death, letting his tongue loll out the side of his mouth. The backs of Eddie’s arms and the very ends of his hair trail along the rippling surface of the water when he lets his head and arms flop backward, bonelessly out of Steve’s hold.

Steve rolls his eyes and drops his arms just enough to submerge him again. His yelp of surprise is muffled when he goes under, much to the delight of the rest of the party.

But Steve gets his arms under him again quickly; Eddie scrambles for a hold around his neck while continuing to splutter, spitting out a mouthful of pool water and pushing the hair off his face to reveal his now-red face.

Steve smirks cheekily down at Eddie’s murderous glare, wrapping his arms tighter around the other man. He walks through the shallows back to the pool steps with Eddie still in his arms (“You bringing me to a chair, Stevie?”), climbs up the first one, then stops.

He looks down at a now confused Eddie (“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, looking around for something what it was that made Steve stop.), smirks mischievously, then, before he can parse out what’s about to happen, Steve twists around and tosses Eddie back into the water.

His flailing limbs just barely miss Mike’s head (Oops, sorry Mike,), the resulting splash hitting at least four of the five gremlins still in the water.

Grinning widely at the others’ laughs, Steve hurries up the stairs and around to the side of the pool closest to where Eddie fell, looking down at him over the edge as he re-emerges from the water, spluttering and coughing, and flips his bangs haphazardly up off his forehead.

“What happened, Eds? One minute you were safe in my arms, and the next, you were back in the water! It’s the strangest thing.” Steve can’t hold back his grin any more than he could his sarcasm, reveling in the murderous glare Eddie is giving him.

Eddie continues to glare, the other kids snickering off to start what sounded like a game of chicken.

“What’s wrong, Teddy, d’ya not like being thrown aroun–” Steve’s awareness of his surroundings kick in a fraction too late; the kids parting out of the way, the smirk that appears on Eddie’s lips a moment before disaster, the somehow still-cold hands that splay and push against the warm skin of his back, sending him toppling over the edge and into the water himself.

Resurfacing to resounding, howling laughter from all sides, Steve similarly flips his hair back and glares at his new nemesis, Robin, standing above him all smug.

“I… hate you.” he tells her, with no real heat behind it.

“Love you too dingus,” she waves and turns back to her chair.

“So whattya say pot, gonna join this kettle in solidarity against the hoard?”

As if he could ever say no to those eyes.

“Sure Eds, hop up.”

And of course, Eddie makes a big deal about it, “What?! Who says I can’t carry you on my shoulders, big boy?”

Steve shrugs, “Okay, squat down and I’ll climb up.”

To his credit, he actually does, letting Steve get situated (and panic silently about where Eddie's head is… 'Ridiculous.' he tells himself.) and standing up, his arms locked around Steve’s shins.

Steve holds his arms out to help keep his balance on Eddie’s shoulders, “Holy shit man, I didn’t think you had it in you!”

Eddie grits out a low “I don’t..” then pitches backwards, sending them both under the water.

Opening his eyes to the burning chlorine, Steve watches the blurry shapes of Eddie’s legs get their bearings on the pool floor once again.

As soon as his feet are settled on the floor, Steve swims forward and around Eddie’s now-kicking legs, the gangly appendages trying futilely to keep him away.

He’s almost out of breath so he clamps a hand on one of Eddie’s knees, using it as an anchor to get behind him and puts his head between the other man’s legs, sitting the backs of Eddie’s thighs squarely down on his shoulders.

He stands, his hair plastered flat to his forehead by the water, and by Eddie’s hands where they hold onto him for dear life.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Eddie says when Steve attempts to shake the hairs off his face, pushing the offending hairs out of his eyes and back up onto the top of head.

Steve tilts his head back as far as he can, looking up at the man on his shoulders.

Eddie’s head blocks out the sun, and it gives him a halo made of sunlight. “Thanks sweetheart.” Steve says, only to Eddie, then faces down the rest of the shitheads. “Alright shitheads, who’s up first?”

Steve and Eddie play against each of the others, some pairs taking longer, some only taking a single shove to get Eddie to topple down into the water.

And each time Steve scoops him back up, Eddie pushes the hairs off his face, scooches his bony butt around to get situated (seriously, how does he sit for any length of time on that thing?!), and gives Steve’s cheek a pat of encouragement before they face off against another round of kids.

Jon and Argyle go up against them once, and it’s the longest round of the afternoon.

Eventually though, about halfway through their chicken tournament, the ‘real’ adults file outside to the Harringtons’ patio table and start up the grill.

By time Jon finally dislodges Eddie from Steve’s shoulders, it’s time to eat.

Eddie’s the last one out of the water, and Steve savors every moment it takes him to trudge up the pool steps, winded, probably aching, but smiling wide, as gorgeous as ever.

“C’mon Stevie,” he huffs, “Let’s get some grub. I’m starving after beating all these twerps.”

“They kicked our asses, Eds.”

“Yeah, but it was fun though, right?” Eddie grins, walking ahead of him to grab, still soaking wet, a handful of (now also soaking wet) hamburger bun.

Steve smiles to himself, watching Dustin and Lucas gang up on him for adding chlorine to their food. “Yeah it was.”

i had to do the fake one too!!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #steddiemicrofic #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #flirting #so much flirting #using pool tomfoolery as a flirting technique #noelle writes

[h4rring1on]

Steve x Reader where they get into a fight at a party & he leaves her there without a ride & she ends up getting hurt.

warnings: reader obvi gets hurt, swearing, reader is supposed to feel suffocated bc a lot is happening, its a bit graphic so if you’re squeamish don’t read thats it but please tell me if i missed something!!

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you sat on the couch, watching as everyone partied, has fun, had drinks, and w were just enjoying their time which you certainly weren’t doing.

“hey” steve said as he approached you, “why don’t we dance”

“why don’t you go back to your little nancy, im sure she’ll be more than happy to” you snickered

“what? are you seriously jealous?” he said in a stern tone

“im not jealous, steve” you said and stood up, “i just don’t get how you spend time with her yet you’ve barely talked to me for fucking days”

“you’re doing this again, really?” he raised his eyebrows as if disappointed

“yes im doing this again—“

“i’ve been spending time with you! you’re just too focused on your stupid college admissions to notice it—“

“well excuse me for wanting a future”

“wow.” he said, “you’re actually bringing this up?”

“you’re the one who brought it up!”

“and you took that chance as soon as you got it didn’t you—“

“i didn’t—“ you sighed, “i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry, let’s just forget this—lets just go have fu—“

“no, im leaving” he said and walked away, you tried to follow him, joining the crowd

“steve” you yelled as you looked around, “steve!” you yelled again but he was nowhere to be seen. “steve” you said

it felt like the crowd was just sticking to you, like everything was closing in on you. like you were being suffocated. you turned in a circle as you took dee breaths while looking for steve but he was long gone

you could feel your heart rate increasing as everyone kept pushing you, you backed away to leave the crowd but got pushed to the hard ground, you felt a sharp pain, you looked down to see your arm with the bone sticking out

you let out a scream in pain, the music stopped and everyone looked at you, their eyes widening at the sight, someone quickly called 911 as another person helped you up

“oh my god!” chrissy, one of the cheerleaders and also a friend of yours said as she ran to you, “what happened!” she said

“steve” you groaned

“what?”

“steve! i need—“ you stopped to take a breath to suck in the pain

“you need steve? okay—okay just take a deep breath” she said, trying to calm you, she looked at the crowd that was just staring, “what are you waiting for?! call steve!” she yelled

sooner or later, the ambulance came and you were taken to the hospital, while you were in your hospital bed, steve was running inside the hospital, frantically asking which room you’re in, he quickly ran inside to see the cast on your arm

“oh my god—baby” he said as he ran to you and held your normal hand

“stevie” you giggled

he furrowed his eyebrows at how normal you were, until a doctor walked in

“she was in a lot of pain, we had to give her some medication, it feels like you’re being drugged, which could explain any abnormal behavior” he explained

“what happened?” he asked

“according to one of her friends, she had fallen and broken her arm”

“i was looking for you” you said, “but you weren’t there—some guy pushed me and i fell” you pouted

the doctor left so you two could be alone, once he did, steve hugged you tightly

“im so sorry” he said, “im sorry i left—im so sorry” he repeated

“its okay, love, you were mad” you tried to comfort

“i had no right to—you were right” he said as he let go and kept holding your hand, “i just—i was busy because i was just nervous…i hadn’t gotten my letter yet—i couldn’t tell you so i told nancy and she was trying to help”

“oh stevie” you held his face, “its gonna be okay, you worked so hard this year, im sure you’re gonna get accepted—and then you and i could go together” you smiled

“i hope so” he said, “but if i don’t—would you…forget about me?”

“of course not!” you said, “if you don’t go—i don’t go”

“no baby—“

“yes” you cut in, “it would be hard enough to go without you, id rather not go at all”

“peach…” he sighed

“you can’t do anything about it i already chose!” you pointed at him, “you looked so worried about me, you care about meeeee” you giggled

“of course i do” he chuckled, “i was crazy to leave you there, sweet girl”

“yes yes…very sad—but burger king would probably fix it”

“are you using my guilt to get food?”

“yes—now go before i break another arm”

#stranger things 4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x mayfield!reader #steve #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things x reader

[leclerced]

hear me out

lando and oscar just can’t keep their hands off of you and it’s kinda a secret like you were dating oscar and then all 3 of you started dating but McLaren was like “ummm guys this isn’t good for our PR” and so you keep it hush hush like NO ONE knows except for you 3 , the boys trainers , and Zak Brown. So during COTA you guys do the little teenage dream fuck your small town bf on a back road or whatever… but a group of teenage boys were out hunting , and coincidentally were F1 fans , so they recorded you and leaked it on F1 twitter so your relationship is not only OUT but so is your new sextape !

and there is a race the next day meaning none of you will be escaping this.

-🪼🪼🪼

ur insane for this jelly. adding a read more bc this is lonf

the thing about small towns is that everyone knows everyone. and they keep up with each other even if they move out. you start popping up around formula one drivers and people are gonna see it. even if it’s just one of them, they send it to all of their friends and family. the first time, it’s a screenshot of you in lando’s vlog, “hey didn’t we go to school with this girl?” and later, when you’re being posted on main at every race, every kid you went to school with is sharing the photos, “how do you think they met?” “which one is she dating?” the guy you went to prom with has an odd sense of satisfaction knowing he got to feel you up after the dance and now you’re rumored to be dating some race car driver(s).

when you get spotted in a club with them getting handsy, it 100% makes its way to your parents. your kindergarten best friend’s aunt sends it to your mom, “honey, is she doing okay?” and you want to die in a hole when she forwards you the texts, “honey, i hope you’re being safe! nancy is worried. send her a text to let her know you’re doing fine. she said she messaged you on christmas and never heard back.”

when the race is back in your area, the whole town is buzzing thinking you’re bringing them back home and they’ll get to meet some celebs. you’d never allow it, you just know the girl you fought with from preschool all the way to your high school graduation would love to tell them any and all embarrassing stories. even stopping at one of the small stores is risky, no telling who is the cashier now.

but if you stay on the back roads you can avoid most of the houses you know, and the rental truck conceals your identity. there’s an old spot you want to show them. you def think it’s secure. it’s got a decrepit house on the corner, no one really knows who owns it so you know the owners won’t be around to yell about trespassers. you have to climb through a barbed wire fence behind it and make your way through some woods before you find the clearing. it’s obvious it’s still the spot for some people, it hasn’t been forgotten since your class graduated. the tradition of debauchery in the woods has been passed on.

there’s a circle full of ashes, the same spot your friends had campfires years before. it’s the first spot you ever kissed anyone, smoked weed, drank. you just planned on driving through the town and pointing out your childhood home, where family lives, the school you went to. you decide on popping by and showing them the clearing last minute because it’s on the way out of town. it’s chilly out and you carried the blanket from the truck to shield you from the evening breeze. lando takes it and lays it across the bed, wants to stargaze for a bit. within minutes of you and oscar joining him, he’s turned it into a makeout session, and then you’re being fucked in the woods in the middle of the night.

the ones hunting don’t even recognize you, they just hear moaning and go to the clearing, expecting to find one of their friends so they can give them shit. they record it, send it to someone who forwards it to others. it’s the way small towns work. “who’s fucking at the clearing?” with a video attached. makes its way around until someone recognizes you or the drivers. then it’s back down the chain, “ohh its the girl from my sisters class, the one dating those drivers. apparently they’re in town for the race this weekend.”

by the time you make it back to the hotel, it’s being shared across the internet. most of the people in your town disregard it, but there are some asshole guys who post it on snapchat, twitter. share it in the gross group chats men have with each other. the f1 fans find it by searching “lando and oscar” on twitter and looking at the recent tweets. then it’s spread amongst them, people trying to figure out if the grainy footage is real, if the audio is real.

the next morning, the mclaren team is sitting them down for a pr course and training them on the responses to give. you stay at the hotel to avoid any and all attention, but the lack of your presence at the track leads to them being asked why you aren’t there.

#ask #🪼 anon #ln4/op81

[morwap]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐁𝐎𝐘

➸ vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

➸ STRANGER THINGS S4 V1&2 SPOILERS

➸ smut, angst | A/N: i don’t know much about dnd or kas, but this is based off kas theory BUT do not come at me for not getting the kas shit right or whatever bc this is my own version and y’all are gonna get what you get and DONT throw a fit😋🫶 also vecna earthquake has happened but the upside down is slowly leaking into hawkins its not rapid like the end of season 4 anyways hot horny vamp!eddie

➸ nav • e.m m.list

dom!eddie, sub!reader, p in v, “character death”, depression, blood/blood sucking, biting (eddie cant turn you bc i said so), oral f! & m!receiving , praise, pain kink,, “cunt”, pet names, choking, creampie

♡ ───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧─────── ♡

four months, four fucking months of sleeping with eddies extra hellfire shirt and wearing his pick necklace constantly.

hawkins school had simply passed everyone, you graduated officially without eddie and without a celebration since everyone was helping gather things and rebuild things from the earthquake. just the piece of paper that meant fucking nothing to you while you knew this was what eddie was working so hard for, all this year, wanting to graduate with you, by your side.

you couldnt even look in wayne’s direction at first, knowing he loved eddie just as much then you figured it was better to comfort him and honestly you were surprised when you went to talk to him and all he did was hug you, squeezing the breath out of you and sobbing into your shoulder. you heard him mumbled that he had some things he wanted you to have.

at this point your tears had ran out, feeling like you couldn’t cry anymore and it was just numb. not bothering to get out of bed or even answer the phone when steve, nancy or dustin tried to call, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and replay that terrible day.

the way eddie kissed your forehead before ushering you up the makeshift rope before cutting it, the way you and dustin both screamed for him to not do this. tears streaming down your face as you watched him run out the trailer. your shoulder still gets some pain from you landed on the ground without the crash pad, chasing after him with dustin close behind. both of you screaming eddies name then seeing the swarm of demobats.

chest burning and shoulder in pain as you ran as fast as you could to him, seeing the demobats fall to the ground and not even knowing what happened for them to do that unless they had gotten to vecna but that couldnt even cross your mind at that point. literally no one crossed your mind other than eddie.

getting onto the ground immediately, scuffing up your knees as you did so. dustin was at your side almost immediately. crying and trying to get eddie’s head in your lap without hurting him.

the rest was a blur, you remembered him talking and you responding while it felt like your hearing had gone muffled.

you remembered having to leave him there, dustin tell you that you both needed to go and that they did it but something else happened, something bad. dustin basically had to drag you to the trailer to leave and regroup with steve, nancy and robin.

steve tried to comfort you but nancy had stopped him, shaking her head ‘no’ and telling him to try later.

you forced yourself to help gather things for the things they were doing for people that need help from the earthquake. knowing if eddie was here he would want to help and would want you to help.

when steve saw you dropping things off he asked you to follow him to his car, needing to give you something.

almost breaking down in tears as he got out eddies vest from his trunk, giving it to you and hugging you.

since then you’ve barely left the house, either sleeping all day and night or staying up all hours and fighting sleep since sometimes you’d dream of him. sitting in the shower for hours until your mom was knocking at the door and asking “are you okay in there?” and still denying phone calls. you havent even seen max at the hospital yet, which made you upset and curse yourself for being a bad friends but it was dreadful to even think about leaving your house.

-

you moved around in your bed, flipping from one side to the other. you had been trying to sleep for hours now, finding yourself not tired at all once your head hit your pillow. it was well past 12 am and your mother had gone to your aunts house to help her do somethings which left you alone in the house.

something felt off, knowing no one was in the house but you still felt like you were being watched. you clicked on your lamp before sitting up in your bed, pulling the blanket off you and putting your feet on the cold hard wood.

shivering as you looked around your room, expecting something to be there but, it was empty. getting up and heading out if your room, going all the way down to your kitchen slowly.

you took a look around, the feeling of being watched never left you—if anything it felt like it was getting more intense. you grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and a spoon and sat at your dinning table.

eating the yogurt quickly, wanting to be back up in your room as fast as you could and be surrounded by the comfort of your blanket and probably now cold sheets. you tossed the empty yogurt cup into the trash by the back door, taking a peek through the thin curtain that dangled in front of the small square window.

almost expecting something to be looking back at you or at least just something be there but, there was nothing, just pitch black and a lonely street light that flickered like crazy and barely casted any light. sniffling as you moved the curtain back to how it was before and tossing the spoon into the sink, cringing the loud clinking it made against the side of the sink and a glass cup.

you went back to the door and made sure the door was locked, thankfully it was and then going to the front door and checking it as well.

a little squeak came from upstairs, furrowing your brows, you had never thought of the windows or maybe it was just the house settling and if anything it would be dustin or steve and robin just checking up on you or something…right?

calming yourself down and starting to walk up the stairs, you didn’t hear any talking if it was steve and robin so you ruled out the noise being your friends because even dustin would talk to himself if it was him.

your nerves settled when you saw no one in your room, and you came to the conclusion that it was most likely the house settling. getting back into bed and pulling your blanket over you, it was colder than you remember.

you turned and took in a shaky breath, your window was open, fully open and the curtains you had were blowing in the wind. shooting up in your bed and scrambling to your window to shut it.

slamming it down and moving the lock, hearing another noise as you laid back down and pulled your blanket over your head. squeezing your eyes shut as you heard another noise, now it dawned on you that if something did come in you had shut and locked and exit point.

feeling the mattress dip next to you, hoping whatever it was would just go away. a hand pressed against your thigh.

“i didn’t mean to scare you princess”

your breathing stopped, it sounded like eddie. exactly like eddie.

the blanket was slowly being taken off you, you forced yourself to open your eyes and look at whatever was speaking to you.

it was eddie but something was off.

your lamp gave a decent amount of light, enough that you could see him. your eyes looking into his, his brown eyes now had a red tint to them and his skin was more pale.

“eddie?” you asked in a choked whisper.

eddie’s red stained lips curved into a smile, you looked at his teeth and furrowed your brows. were those fangs?

“the one and only” eddie quipped, he watched as your eyes became glossy.

you wrapped your arms around him quickly making him gasp a bit from the sudden movements. your face in his neck and hands fisting his leather jacket.

“m’sorry! m’so sorry, i didn’t wanna leave you there” you cried, gripping onto him tighter as his hand came to rub your back and he hushed you in soft voice.

eddie took in your scent, god you smelled good. it was overwhelming and made him go fuzzy.

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, all that matters is that i’m right here” eddie whispered, pulling you from him and taking his thumbs and wiping the tears from your cheeks and under eyes.

eddie brought his lips to yours, a soft kiss at first but quickly turning rough, your arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. his body pushing your back down to your mattress and moving between your thighs.

“i missed you so much baby” eddie mumbled into the kiss, you whined against him as if saying you missed him too.

you gripped at his leather jacket, trying to push it off him and eddie helped take it off. tossing it onto your bedroom floor, you noticed his shirt wasn’t his hellfire shirt instead it was just a black tshirt.

your hands went to his hair, you could feel him grow hard against you. eddie lifted up, yanking off his tshirt and tossing it beside his jacket, your eyes locked on the faded scars on his sides. eddie leaned back down and kissing you softly before moving down to your chest.

kissing your skin and moving down lower and lower, lifting your shirt so he could kiss down your stomach. you left a bit embarrassed that you were horny just when your boyfriend comes and you should be doing something wholesome and probably crying more but eddie seemed like he wanted this just as much as you did.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, eddie was already at the elastic of your shorts.

“eddie i want you-” you whined, sitting up on your elbows and looking down at him.

“and you’ll get me, i’m gonna taste you first. its been too long” eddie said sternly, cutting off your whining. he looked up at you and you couldn’t help but wonder about the red eyes.

the red eyes, pale and fucking fangs…god you would sound fucking crazy if you said it out loud, actually maybe you wouldn’t just four months ago you were in a different dimension fighting a demobats and vecna and hearing all the stories about some girl eleven and robin, steve, dustin and erica’s starcourt shit so maybe a vampire wasn’t something too out of the ordinary.

your shorts were being slipped off of you, along with your panties. his lips on your inner thigh, leaving sloppy kisses along your thigh.

“this might hurt a little bit” eddie muttered against your thigh. you bit your lip and took a deep breath, this wasn’t the first time you two had done things with pain involved but you were a little nervous.

you felt his teeth against your skin, feeling fangs start to puncture your skin. your hands fisted your sheets and your eyes squeezed shut. a soft moan slipped from your lips.

eddie let go of your thigh, licking the blood that leaked form the puncture wounds and humming in delight.

“tastes so fuckin’ good” eddie groaned, moving to your other thigh and biting again. you let out a whimper and your hand moved to his hair.

it felt good in a odd way. you hummed as he licked up the mess he was making and a gasp came as his tongue went from your thigh to your cunt.

eddie licked a stripe up your cunt before pushing tongue through your folds, one of his hand moving up to your boob.

his tongue lapping at your clit, you fought the urge to close your legs around his head.

“just like that eds” you mewled, back arching as he sucked and licked your clit. eddies fingers played with your nipple.

it was embarrassing how close you were already, but not having him or even masturbating was too blame.

“m’gonna cum, m’gonna fucking cum eddie” you moaned loudly, your legs closing around his head. your cunt clenching around nothing and you rocked your hips on his face. hearing him hum as he continued what he was doing.

your mouth stayed agape as you came, gripping his hair and trying to get him closer. moans fell from you as your rode out your high.

“off, off, its your turn” you panted, looking down at him as a he wiped his mouth the back of his hand. you pushed yourself up as he got up and off your bed.

eddie started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants and getting them off as fast as he can, your lips went to his neck, sucking on his skin hoping to leave as many marks as you could.

you kissed down his body till you got to his cock, taking his shaft in your hand as you licking up to his tip.

“oh fuck, it has been too long, no wonder you came so fast” eddie teased, you smacked his thigh with your free hand causing eddie to laugh.

wrapping your lips around his tip and moving your tongue on him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on his tip before taking him all the way in your mouth.

hearing eddie groan, his head going back as his hand went to the back of your head.

moving your mouth up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of your throat and fighting the urge to gag.

fuck you missed his cock in your mouth, your cunt was getting wetter and wetter by the second and you were waiting for him to start fucking your throat.

it was almost like he started reading your mind because, his hand held your head still and he started to thrust into your mouth. the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over.

you looked up at him and he moaned loudly, cussing under his breath. you breathed through your nose and let him fuck your mouth.

“doin’ so fucking good f’me baby, so proud of you” eddie praised, spit dripped down your chin as you hummed around his cock.

“just breath baby, almost there then im gonna fill your fucking cunt” eddie said in a breathy moan, feeling eddies cock throb in your mouth. you moved your hand to his balls, massaging them and letting your eyes close.

after a few minutes eddie stilled, his cock down your throat as you breathed and waited for his cum to shoot down.

cumming into your mouth as his thighs tensed, you swallowed around him and opened your eyes to look up at him.

eddie’s hair was messy, bangs sticking to his forehead. he pulled his cock out of your mouth, his thumb wiping spit from your chin.

“perfect fucking cock sucker” eddie whispered, grabbing your jaw and bringing his mouth to yours.

your thighs we’re sore and you whimpered into the kiss, eddie guided you to lay down and he hovered over you. you wrapped your legs around his waist and winced at the contact on the wounds.

eddie’s hard on pressed against your stomach, “please eddie” you begged in the kiss.

eddie broke the kiss and leaned back, “only because you asked so nicely” he teased. eddie slid himself between your folds, making sure to graze your clit over and over before bringing his tip to your entrance.

you moaned as he pushed into you, stretching you out just like you remembered. eddie was moaning too, relishing in how you clenched around him.

“fuck, you’re so tight” eddie mewled, finally all the way inside you and watching you squirm underneath him.

eddie’s head rested in the crook of your neck as he started to thrust in and out of you, making sure to brush against your clit with his pubic bone. your nails dug into his back, clawing it up without any thought.

you felt eddie’s fangs brush against your neck, feeling his tongue lick where he was about to bite as you prepared yourself for the pain that was about to come.

a squeak came from you, your nails digging deeper into his skin and cunt squeezing him cock as he bit into your neck, hearing him moan as his fangs were in your neck. eddie’s pace never slowed, it was actually gradually getting faster.

“you feel so good” you whimpered, eddie let go of your neck, licking up the blood that poured out.

eddie’s hand grabbed your throat, squeezing a bit as you moaned loudly. eddie was panting loudly.

“i love you” you choked out, one hand leaving his back to grip his wrist. your cunt clenched around him, spasming as you got closer and closer to your climax.

“i love you so much” eddie groaned, feeling that you were close.

“cum- i know you’re close, fucking cum for me” eddie ordered, his hips hitting harshly against you. your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on cumming.

your legs tightened around his waist and your mouth made an o shape, your brows furrowing together as you came around his cock, ragged breaths and moans coming from you as he continued to pound your cunt.

eddie’s hand still around your throat tightening as your orgasm triggered his, your cunt squeezing him so tight it made it hard to keep thrusting.

his cum painting your walls, after a few thrusts, his hand easing around your neck as you took in deep breaths.

both of you panting and resting against each other. you rubbed his back trying to ease the scratches, if he could even feel them.

eddie pulled out of you and got up, he grabbed his shirt and came back to clean you up. you smiled at him.

after you both were cleaned up enough eddie threw his shirt back to the ground and crawled in bed with you.

eddie laid on his back and pulled you to him, snuggling into his side and holding him tight. you weren’t gonna let him go anywhere.

“i missed you so much” you mumbled into his side, closing your eyes and tangling your legs with his. eddie’s finger was drawing shapes on your skin, he smiled and mumbled “i know, i missed you too..”

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[steddieas-shegoes]

So I have this one scene in my head, that won't go away unless someone writes it😅

So it's like 10 years after season 4. Everybody is "grown up" , moved away, married, have kids, etc. They have a reunion at the park in Hawkins/Indy Idk?

Eddie is watching the kids. Suddenly a woman comes up to him saying his kid hit/pushed her kid. Eddie who saw the whole thing, says his kid was just defending them self from her kids bullying. The woman asks Eddie, if the kids mother would agree to this behavior. Cue Eddie calling out Honey! And then introducing Steve as their kids mother🤣

Its not much to go on plot vice, but I'm hoping your amazing brain can fill in the blanks😅

I am a Steve secretly likes being called mom truther. Sorry to everyone who isn't. I full believe Eddie started it as a joke, but he noticed the blush on Steve's face and kept doing it, and then the kids just naturally picked up on it and refer to him as both mom and dad depending on the situation. Imagine the confusion on a teacher's face when their troublemaker tells the principal "my mom is gonna be so mad that someone pushed me" and in walks a raging Steve. It's giving comedic relief. I didn't really include a whole lot of everyone in this, just mentioned it was a reunion and had a few moments with the Party. Hope that's okay, it's just difficult to include EVERYONE in a short ficlet. - Mickala ❤️

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They came back to Hawkins as often as they could to visit Wayne, especially once they adopted Hannah. Shortly after Nancy offered to be a surrogate for them, they ended up adopting Hannah’s baby sister, Lucy. In case that wasn’t enough, they still decided to take Nancy up on her offer, and they ended up with twins (“can’t do anything halfway, can you?” was Robin’s reaction) Ben and Molly.

Everything happened so quickly, all within two years, that Steve and Eddie turned to Wayne often as their calming presence.

At six years old, Hannah was a spitfire. She had Eddie’s personality despite not being theirs until she was four: unapologetically herself, loud, dramatic, and so fucking smart it scared them both. Lucy, at two (and a half!), was already well on her way to being the same way.

But this visit to Hawkins was different.

Everyone was back.

All the kids, who were far from kids now, and their significant others and kids decided to have a reunion over Labor Day weekend.

Eddie just got off a tour a few weeks earlier, a tour that proved to be quite chaotic when he insisted his entire family join him for two months on the road. Steve argued that it wasn’t necessary, that they would be fine for two months as long as he called every day, but Eddie wasn’t having it.

They took up a whole tour bus by themselves, but the rest of his band loved the kids. They brought Hannah on stage for soundcheck, they even had special headphones made just for her to be able to watch and play the instruments.

Steve usually used soundcheck time to walk with Lucy, find a place where she can run around and let loose all that toddler energy. Most venues they stopped at had a large backstage parking area for the buses and equipment vans, so while Lucy would run around and find weird bugs and sticks, Steve would push Ben and Molly in the double stroller so they could get some fresh air.

Once the doors opened, Eddie brought Hannah back to him and they went back to the bus so Steve could make them all their dinner, give them their baths, and put them to bed. They’d converted the bottom bunk spaces of the bus to a crib space for the twins and Lucy, and made the top bunk more kid friendly for Hannah.

It worked, and it was fun, and it was an experience that they all were happy to have together, but it was exhausting for all of them.

Being back in Hawkins was almost like a vacation.

Compared to the rush, rush, rush environment of tour, Hawkins was sit back, relax, enjoy the breeze.

Especially because everyone wanted their turn holding and playing with the kids. There were some points in the day that Eddie didn’t even know which adult his kids were with, but he was fine with it because Steve was sitting in his lap, more relaxed than he’d been in close to a year.

“Love you, Stevie,” Eddie mumbled against his hair, smiling as Steve curled further into his chest.

“Love you, too, baby.”

“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” Wayne said as he took the seat next to them, Ben asleep in his arms.

“When did he fall asleep?” Steve asked, voice low so he wouldn’t startle Ben.

“About 20 minutes ago.”

“You can go set him in the pack and play.”

“Nah. I wanna get as much time with these kiddos as I can,” Wayne said as he smiled down at Ben.

“Is Molly sleeping anywhere?” Eddie asked.

“Last I saw, Max was trying to get her to crawl in the living room, but I don’t think Molly is very interested.” Wayne started rocking back and forth slightly, like he did anytime he held a baby, whether they were asleep or not. “I heard Hannah ask if she could go to the park. If you wanna take her and Luce, we can keep the babies here for a bit.”

Eddie patted Steve’s back, silently asking him to let him up.

“I can take them. Stevie, you can stay here and get some rest.”

“No, I’ll come. Lucy will want someone to push her on the swings the whole time and Hannah won’t want to even look at the swings. It takes two with them.”

They made their way into the house to collect Hannah and Lucy, smiling at the way Max and Will were trying to bribe Molly to crawl with toys.

There was only one actual park in Hawkins, and the playground had only been added about five years ago as more people started moving back into town. It wasn’t impressive, especially compared to their Chicago parks and playgrounds, but Hannah and Lucy weren’t picky.

As expected, Lucy ran straight to the swings, yelling “Ma! Push me on swings please!”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, but followed her over to them, preparing himself for the next 30 minutes of pushing her back and forth.

Hannah, well, she was a wild child. Literally, Eddie has had to drag her out of a hole she dug in their backyard once because she thought it could be her new bedroom. She cried when she thought that the bugs would hate her for leaving them. She found fun in any outdoor environment, which was good because the playground didn’t have a whole lot to offer other than one slide, a small set of monkey bars, and one tube to run through.

There were only a few other kids playing, all the parents standing off to the side or sitting on the bench.

All moms who would probably not want to talk to Eddie, especially if they recognized him and had been living in Hawkins during the whole, well, thing.

He stood away from everyone, just keeping an eye on Hannah, but occasionally looking over to Steve and Lucy. Lucy was ecstatic, he could hear her yelling “High! Up! High!” and Steve smiling as he pushed her just a tiny bit higher.

It was during one of those moments that he heard a yell and then heard someone walking over to him.

He turned to see a woman, probably pretty close to his age, coming up to him with a stern look on her face.

Oh boy.

He sighed as she stopped in front of him, her arms crossing over her chest.

He glanced at Hannah, who was being shoved by a boy maybe a year or two older than her. Hannah just raised her brow and shoved him back.

He looked back at the mom in front of him, assuming she was the boy’s parent.

“May I help you?”

“You may. Your daughter just pushed my son!”

“Is your son the one I just watched shove her?”

“If he did, it was to defend himself.”

“Hm.” Eddie glanced back up to see the boy crying and Hannah walking towards him. “Maybe your son should keep his hands to himself if he doesn’t like being pushed.”

“Maybe your daughter should learn to move out of the way.”

Eddie smirked as Hannah came up next to him.

“Hannah, wanna tell me what just happened?”

“He told me that I was too fat to go on the slide so I told him I would show him that I wasn’t. And then he tried to pull me away and I didn’t let him so he said that he was going to push me off the top. He tried to, but I’m strong, so he couldn’t. I pushed him back.”

Eddie nodded.

It’s not that he thought his kids were perfect. Far from it.

He got calls frequently from Hannah’s school that she was being too rough with the kids, and he had to remind her that a lot of kids don’t play that way. She never had bad intentions, she just didn’t know how strong she was. Kind of like a large breed dog thinking he can still sit in your lap when he’s fully grown.

But he also knew that because she had never had bad intentions, there was no way she did anything that wasn’t in defense of herself.

“It sounds like your son was rude and put his hands on her first,” Eddie said to the woman, who was turning a violent shade of red.

“There is no way her mother would allow her to act like this. This is inappropriate for young girls.”

Even Hannah knew that was the wrong thing to say.

She covered her face and shook her head and Eddie couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“What is so funny?” the woman asked angrily.

“Her mother is the one who taught her how to defend herself, but if you’d like to talk…” Eddie turned to the swings, where Steve was focused on Lucy. “Sweetheart! Can you come here for a second?”

Steve looked over to him with a frown, grabbing Lucy from the swing and mumbling something to her when she looked disappointed that they were done.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as he looked down at Hannah, who was patiently waiting to see what Steve was about to do to this woman.

Eddie absolutely loved his children equally, he really did. But Hannah was something else entirely. He felt connected to her in ways that he hadn’t expected when they first met her. If it were possible, he would think she was his biologically with how similar they were in personality, how they both had the same dark curls, brown eyes, loud laugh, and smirk.

The woman seemed surprised to see Steve come over, but quickly went back to the angered demeanor of a moment ago.

“Your daughter tried to hurt my son.”

This woman was not going to convince Steve of that even if she somehow managed to record it on camera.

“What did your son do?”

“I beg your pardon! He didn’t do anything except try to take a turn on the slide.”

“Right.” Steve looked at Eddie, who gave a small shake of his head, then down at Hannah who did the same. “My sources seem to remember things differently.”

“Ma, he said I was too fat and then tried to pull me away!” Hannah was getting more upset now, not because she was in trouble, but because it was interrupting her playtime.

“Which one is your son?” Steve asked.

Oh no. That was the bitchy tone.

Eddie loved where this was going.

“The one getting off the slide,” the woman pointed, but immediately tried to start arguing. “She had no right to push him no matter what he may or may not have said.”

“The kid who is currently pushing another girl out of his way?”

The woman looked over and gritted her teeth together.

“Daddy, Ma, he’s mean!” Lucy yelled as she held Hannah’s hand.

“Yes, baby, he is being mean. That’s why we taught you and your sister to stand up for yourselves when someone is bullying you,” Eddie said pointedly.

“Kids like that grow up to be mean adults who don’t have friends and raise their own kids to be mean,” Steve added with a glare at the mom.

“We all have to take turns on the slide,” Hannah nodded in agreement.

“Ma! Ma! Swing again!” Lucy suddenly yelled, totally over the way this conversation was taking away from her valuable swinging time.

“Sure, baby.” Steve turned to the seething woman in front of them. “Are we done here or do I have to go on about how your son is going to peak in high school just like you did?”

She stormed off without another word, no match for Steve when he was in Mama Bear Mode.

It was so fucking hot.

Steve sighed.

“I’m proud of you Hannah Banana. You okay?” Steve knelt down so he was eye level with her, and pulled her into a hug.

“Can we go to another park, Ma?”

“Sorry, baby, this is the only one here. We can go back to Papa Wayne’s house, though.”

“Can I swing with Lucy?” Hannah asked.

“Of course. How about we swing for another ten minutes and then we get some ice cream?”

Eddie perked up at that.

“Ice cream!”

“You’re worse than the children,” Steve smirked at Eddie.

“Ice cream!” Lucy yelled.

“Can I have strawberry?” Hannah asked excitedly.

“Sure,” Steve ruffled her hair. “Strawberry’s my favorite, too.”

“Brownie!” Lucy yelled, eyes wide.

“That’s my girl! We’ll get brownie ice cream,” Eddie said as he lifted her up into his arms and walked her over to the swings.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, which is exactly how they liked it.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #steve and eddie are parents #rock star eddie munson #bitchy steve comes out to play #mama bear mode activated

[questionablequeeries]

Free Space (Too Far Gone? by Metallica)

Day 0

“Absolutely not. We need to put it outta its misery.” Hopper insisted as they recovered in the Harrington home. He grimaced when the sound of screeching and thrashing sounded from the basement, and Steve would have found the expression almost humorous any other day.

“He’s not an it!” Dustin protested, “And we didn’t abandon Will! We don’t leave party members if they can be saved!”

Nancy sighed, taking a gulp of water to gather her thoughts before she spoke, “Will was savable. Eddie is…Is he even Eddie anymore? He didn’t drop when the other democreatures did, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything!” Dustin’s voice got a little louder, “I don’t know what final boss battle you guys were watching, but Eddie, El, and Will did most of the heavy lifting!” While tentacles (vines? Whatever, either way Steve wanted to pretend that hadn’t happened) pinned them down, Eddie had turned on Vecna. He’d bared his fangs and lunged, catching the monster offguard enough for Eleven to mindblast the vines (vines aren’t slimy. Definitely tentacles) off of herself. He had even caught a tentacle (but tentacles imply they’re attached to something and the majority weren’t. So…vines?) through the chest for his trouble. Apparently whatever had been done to him made him heal faster, so yay for small miracles.

“He’s staying.” Steve finally spoke up, “Hop, with all due respect I won’t hesitate to do what it takes to protect him.” His voice was even, the ‘from you’ left unsaid but still understood.

Hopper paused before he sighed, “We do this, you aren’t taking care of him alone. The second he becomes too much of a danger…”

“He won’t.” Steve said firmly. They would make it through the night and pull his heart into the day.

Day 1

“Wow, you look bad.” Robin grimaced at the sight of her platonic soulmate absolutely drenched from head to toe.

Steve sighed as he wrung out his shirt, “I had El restrain Eddie so I could chain him up.”

“And that required you to take a swim first?” Robin arched an eyebrow as she walked into Steve’s bathroom and gathered a few towels.

“It was for a bath. He hasn’t had one since at least three days before he died.” Steve grumbled, drying himself off, “I know he’s not exactly Eddie right now but the moment he remembered he had wings was the most Eddie thing I’ve ever seen.” He’d watched as Eddie had gone from thrashing in the plastic pool they’d brought down to flapping a tidal wave in Steve’s general direction, making an almost pleased sort of chirp. The bastard had even looked smug, and it was annoying, but it was all the proof he needed that Eddie still lived, was more than an attack dog. It was progress.

Day 10

“So, um, the party’s gonna deal with Acererak, but the twist is that he’s the DMNPC that’s been traveling with them.” Will explained his next campaign, glancing over to Eddie. The man had to be restrained when people were with him, and the kids needed an adult by their side, but he couldn’t help thinking that maybe the vampire wasn’t so bad. After all, being changed by the Upside Down didn’t mean you were automatically evil, just…different.

Steve smiled softly. He was pretending to read a magazine to give them some privacy, but he heard the curious chirps Eddie was making, the inquisitiveness spoken in a language Steve was starting to learn, and he couldn’t help speaking up, “I think he wants to know more.”

Will’s eyes lit up, “Okay, the big reveal’s gonna be at the end of the tomb…”

Night 35

Steve was woken up by screeching, mournful and terrified. He booked it downstairs so fast he nearly fell down the last steps. He saw Eddie in his little nest of sweatshirts he’d taken from Steve, wings wrapped around himself and brows furrowed, fighting some horrors his own mind had created. Without hesitation, Steve climbed into the nest and laid there, pulling Eddie into his arms and brushing his hair back, “It’s okay,” He whispered, “You’re not alone.”

Day 63

Dustin was sat right next to Eddie, reading from The Hobbit, when he felt a wing wrap around him, startling him out of the paragraph, “You okay? Do you need something?”

Steve grinned, “I think that’s mostly because he can’t do it with his arm.”

Eddie let out a confirming chitter.

“Let’s let him out!” Dustin undid the chains before he could be stopped though, considering it was just he and Steve, there wasn’t really a voice of reason there.

Eddie froze when he was freed, looking around the room as if this was a trap, a trick, and a soft whine pulled from his throat.

“No, it’s okay. Like this, see?” Dustin demonstrated by wrapping an arm around Eddie’s stomach.

Eddie hesitated before he rested a clawed hand on Dustin’s curls and ruffled them. What startled both Steve and his semi-child was the purr that rumbled from the vampire’s chest.

Day 86

Steve walked downstairs with breakfast. They’d found that Eddie could eat normal things but that most of his nutrients came from blood, so the adults had been donating when they could. Thankfully, he only seemed to need to be fed once a day, with Steve giving him human food the rest of the time. He frowned when he heard what sounded like hissing, an incessant ‘s’ sound, “What is it? You okay?” He asked in concern, setting down the cup and approaching his vampire.

Eddie let out an annoyed sort of grunt then continued hissing, shaking his head.

Steve crouched down in front of Eddie, resting a hand against his cheek, “What’s wrong? Do we need El?” Because Eleven was the only one who could communicate with Eddie better than Steve through her static blindfold mind powers (and Steve totally wasn’t jealous, no, why would he be? Totally fine with someone else speaking to his Eddie, totally chill and cool)

Eddie growled, hissing louder, until he stopped and took a deep breath. Robin had been teaching him how to control his emotions, though hers were mostly panic attack related. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes, “SSSSSStevie.” He whispered.

Steve felt tears spill out, instantly throwing himself at Eddie, “Yeah, Baby, it’s me.” He murmured into a cold neck that still felt so familiar, “Welcome home.”

@steddie-week You can read the entire week here!

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #creature eddie munson #fanfic #nancy wheeler #kas eddie munson #will byers #jim hopper #stranger things fic #steddieweek2023 #questionable writes

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

All My Sunday Scheming

Summary: Eddie notices Steve noticing dresses and decides to give him an early Christmas gift.

Word Count: 7691

Warnings: Steve in a dress (if that needs one? i dont really think so but just in case), use of the pet name Babygirl. Max is blind, its only mentioned but not in sad ways really. i think that’s it but let me know if it needs something else. I FINALLY WROTE FLUFF! oh wait there’s a tiny moment of misunderstanding but its resolved immediately!

Ao3

Eddie notices it when they’re helping Robin get ready for prom. Well, Steve and Nancy were helping, Eddie was lying upside down on Robin’s bed watching, supervising, really. He’d been supervising as Robin twirled for them and then stepped in front of her mirror. Steve had planted himself behind her, zipping her up, and that’s when Eddie saw it. Steve’s fingers tangled gently in the skirt, worrying the fabric together as he stared at Robin in the mirror. Or rather, stared at Robin’s dress.

Because he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were roaming over the dress she was wearing. And not in any sexual way at all, he was just, taking it in, his fingers still touching the poofy fabric near her thigh. Eddie pushed himself up, his eyes locked on Steve. But his change in position made him visible just over Robin’s shoulder, and the motion caught Steve’s eye. It was only a fraction of a second, but Steve caught the frown on Eddie’s face and immediately moved away from Robin, his hand pressing into his thigh as he paused and hovered near the window.

Robin caught Eddie’s eye in the mirror, her face doing acrobatics, silently asking Eddie what he’d done. Eddie shrugged silently, glanced at Steve, looked back to Robin, and tried to convey they he didn’t know what he’d done. But that he was terribly sorry he’d upset Steve. That was his least fucking favorite thing to do. He tries to move subtly, but the smallest movement pushes him too close to the edge of the bed and sends him tumbling to the floor with a squawk, his limbs flailing. He hears Steve snort and feels a bit better.

He pushes himself to his feet and walks up behind Robin, his hand moving to the skirt where Steve’s had been.

“Holy shit. This is so soft.” He breathes, genuinely surprised as he pets at the fabric.

“Staaahhpp! You’re gonna wrinkle it!” Robin admonishes as she swats his hand away. Eddie makes a few half-hearted grabs after the dress but lets her go.

“What’s it made out of? I’m only ever gonna wear that fabric from now on.” Eddie falls back onto her bed, butt hitting the mattress and bouncing a bit.

“How the hell should I know? I look like a fashionista to you Munson?” Robin snorts, leaning closer to the mirror to adjust a small smudge in her make up. Nancy tells Eddie what it is with a shake of her head. Eddie nods, makes some noncommittal comment and falls back onto Robin’s bed again. He closes his eyes, hears Steve take a few steps back towards Robin and takes a peek.

His heart flutters in his chest as he watches Steve stare again. He watches Robin twirl, smiles and gives her a sweet comment when she asks if she looks okay. And Eddie wants to be polite and do the same but he’s having trouble with his mouth. It’s not working. Because every part of his brain is currently being used to beam exactly one thought through his head. One huge, amazing, wonderful thought.

Steve Harrington likes dresses.

~*~

They’re at a party a few months later when he finally has the guts to mention it.

To Robin. Not Steve.

And “party” is a strong word. It’s more of a gathering. The teens and the kids all at Steve’s house, they’d been using his pool for the last warmish day of summer. The kids were all inside now. Eddie was lounging by the pool in the dark, sunglasses still on as the full moon shown down from above. He was alone. Enjoying the quiet. Or mostly quiet. He could hear Dustin, Steve, and Max arguing inside.

He smiled to himself as he heard footsteps approach. He opened one eye to see Robin looking down at him, her hair a curtain around her face.

“Aloha.” She said, bending more to smack Eddie with her hair before dropping down on the chair beside him.

“The kids are about to leave. You got any-“ Eddie raises his hand, joint pinched between two fingers as he holds her request out to her before she requests it.

“I take back every terrible thing I’ve ever said about you.” She smiles, reaches for the joint, Eddie pulls it away, snorts when he sees the exaggerated frown on her face, her hand still stretched between them, and hands it back. She takes it and tucks it behind her ear as she lays back in the chair.

They’re silent for a few moments, quite the feat for the two of them, and then Eddie opens his mouth and asks the question that’s been running rampant in his mind since he’d watched Steve watch Robin in her prom dress.

“You think Steve likes dresses?” There’s no… extra emotion in his voice. The world doesn’t end. Or come crashing down. Robin just, turns her head and looks at him. Eddie pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and turns to look back.

“Does Steve…”

“Like dresses. Yeah you heard me.” Eddie nods. Robin’s brow twitches.

“Like… does he like girls in dresses or does he-“

“Wearing them. Does he like wearing them?” Eddie huffs, had hoped she’d be more help, or at least be more clued in.

“I swear. It’s like pulling teeth getting a straight answer around here sometimes.” He shakes his head and lets his eyes fall closed. Not particularly expecting Robin to answer. Not that he needs her too. He knows what he saw. He was just hoping for… a little… encouragement? Maybe.

“I’m not sure the answer you’re looking for is particularly straight. But I don’t know. Never asked him.” She says, her voice low. As if Steve might possibly hear them, even over the shriek that Mike Wheeler had just filled the house with.

“Straight guys can like dresses.” Eddie says, almost a scoff, he’s met with more silence.

“But you saw it right?” Eddie asks, looking back to Robin. She studies his face, for a long time. Eddie hears the kids leaving as she stares at him. He stares back, determined to pass whatever test it was she was giving him. There’s silence from inside the house for a moment. And then soft music. She nods. Once.

“I saw it.”

And that’s that. Steve pops his head out the door to call them inside, tells them the children are gone and that Jonathan and Argyle brought some adult refreshments to liven up the party. Eddie can hear Steve rolling his eyes as he says it, smiles before kicking his feet dramatically off the sun chair and standing up. He gives Robin a little bow as he lets her go in front of him.

They don’t talk about it again. And if Steve had thought something seemed fishy, he’d had the good grace not to mention it. Though Eddie was pretty sure he hadn’t noticed anything. His cheeks had been flushed when Eddie had passed him going back into the house, but he was sure that was from wrangling children. Eddie had poked his cheek gently, making a popping sound with his tongue. His own cheeks heating up as he watched Steve raise his hand to his face when he thought Eddie wasn’t looking anymore.

~*~

He was nervous. He’d been working on this whole… thing, since fall began. And now it was two days before Christmas, there was snow blanketing the town, he was driving to Steve’s house, and he was nervous.

His hands shake as he slams his van into park in front of the Harrington house. Steve’s parents aren’t home. They rarely are. But Eddie still refused to park in the driveway. It felt wrong somehow. He slid out of the driver seat, tugged his jacket and vest tighter around himself, and trudged up the little path Steve had clearly shoved at god only knows what hour this morning. He knocks on the door and shoves his cold hands under his arms as he waits, his heart pounding in his chest as the door swings open.

“Eddie? Hey.” Steve leans out the door, looks around.

“Just me. That okay?” Eddie tilts his head, smiling playfully.

“Yeah. No yeah of course. Did you… wanna come in or…?” Steve draws out the “or” but steps back to let Eddie inside. Eddie shakes his head and does his best to ignore the look of disappointment that flashes across Steve’s face as he steps back into the doorway.

“Um actually… Are you- are you busy right now? Like, expecting anyone or anything today?” Eddie asks, rubbing at the back of his neck. Steve’s eyes widen a bit but he’s shaking his head slowly. Eddie looks at him, raises his eyebrows.

“No! Sorry. No I’m not doing anything. No plans.” He shakes his head again, with purpose this time. Eddie nods. Steve nods back. Looks at Eddie expectantly when he says nothing.

“Oh! I talk now. Um… did you- would you um… do you wanna come with me somewhere? I uh… I have something I kinda wanna show you.” Eddie grimaces, never in his goddamn life has he stumbled over his words so many fucking times.

“It’s not a dead body is it?” Steve asks, deadpan. Eddie smirks.

“Steven. It’s almost Christmas. If I was gonna show you a dead body I’d do it on Christmas Eve, obviously.” Eddie rolled his eyes as Steve laughed and nodded, his hand smacking the door twice before he took a step away.

“Lemme get dressed man and we can go.” He stepped back into the house and Eddie almost ruined it.

“Oh you don’t need to-“ he clamped his lips shut as Steve turned to look at him, an amused look in his eyes.

“I don’t need to… get dressed?” Steve asked, looking down at himself and his sweatshirt and pajama pants. Eddie bit his lip and cleared his throat.

“I mean yeah get dressed. It’s just- you don’t need to be fancy or anything. Just ya know, regular clothes is… fine.” He finished slowly, grimacing again as he turned to look at the tree in Steve’s front yard, silently willing himself to shut the fuck up.

“Nothing fancy. Ya know Munson, no offense, but I didn’t hear you say you wanted to show me something and think “fancy”.” Steve chuckled, starting up the stairs.

“Hey! I can do fancy. It’s just that this particular thing doesn’t require fancy. I can do fancy!” he shouts after Steve, watching him disappear down the hall toward his room with a laugh. Eddie groans when he’s out of sight and leans face first into the door frame, thumping his head a few times before straightening up just before Steve jogs back down the stairs, shoving his arms into a thick looking jacket.

He stops in front of Eddie, eyes wide, expectant. Eddie blinks at him.

“Ready?” Steve asks, patting Eddie’s shoulder as he walks out the door past him, Eddie stumbles a few steps and chases after him. Shaking his head at himself as he follows Steve down the little path to his van.

~*~

Steve breaks the awkward silence they’ve been driving in with a well-timed cough.

Eddie glances at him. Says nothing.

“So um… is this… about last week?” Steve asks. Eddie’s head whips to the side, he swears he hears his neck pop.

“What?! No. No this isn’t… this isn’t about that.” He shakes his head dismissively, looks back to the road. There’s no one else out. Everyone is either cozy in their warm homes or visiting relatives out of town for the holiday. Eddie drives slower than he normally would anyway. Doing his best to be careful in the snow.

“Oh. Okay.” Steve sounds… sad? Maybe. Eddie isn’t sure, can’t look at him right now to find out.

“We should talk about that though. I think.” He continues, quiet.

“Yeah no we will. Just not right now.” Eddie says, waving his hand at Steve, dismissing him, again. And he knows he’s not paying enough attention, should be giving Steve better answers. But he’s nervous, and there’s snow, and Steve is talking to him about things that just set his nerves more on edge.

“I just- it’s kind of important.” He’s trying not to push, Eddie can hear it. It makes his heart pound harder in his chest. This was already so goddamn stressful. He was about to possibly fuck up… whatever it was they had between them. Because he couldn’t just ask Steve about something, he had to just dive fucking head first into the deep end, and was about to shove Steve into the deep end as well, and hope he knew how to swim. Eddie squeezed the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep his breathing even.

“Eddie.” It was said with a sigh. Eddie hit the brakes, harder than he meant too, both of them jerking forward as he slid to a stop at the corner.

“Steve. Listen, I know you want to talk about what happened. And that is absolutely understandable. But right now, my head is pretty far into this… thing… I’ve been planning. And it’s literally taking all the energy I have in me, to not just blurt it out.” He rolled his eyes and put the van in park so he could turn and look at Steve properly.

“I want this to be a good surprise. And I’m trying really hard not to ruin it by talking too much like I always. Fucking. Do. But you keep making me talk. And I get it. You wanna talk about the kiss! I get it! Accidental make outs are usually high up on my talking points too, trust me. But I really really reallyyyyy need to just not talk right now. I need to shup up. Because I want this to be perfect and it won’t be if I keep talking. I will fuck it up. Is that-“ he settles his hands back on the wheel from where they’d been flailing, Steve’s eyes are wide. Eddie takes a deep breath.

“Is that okay?” he asks, face scrunched up. He knows he sounds like a looney toon, but he’s worked so fucking hard to make everything perfect here, and he’d punch himself in the face if he ruined it now. Steve swallows, nods, and watches Eddie until he nods back and puts the van back in drive.

Steve stares out the window for a while before he speaks again.

“I thought I messed up.” Eddie slows, turns into the trailer park slowly.

“You didn’t.” he says, shaking his head. They’re parked outside his trailer now and his hands are shaking on his thighs. But he forgets about all that when he looks at Steve and sees his hands shaking too. He’s not looking at Eddie. Or the trailer in front of them. He staring out the window, his hands trembling in his lap.

“Steve?” Eddie’s hand twitches, he wants to reach out to him, but he curls his fingers into his palm instead. Steve shakes his head, wipes at his face and then turns to Eddie.

“Fuck.” Eddie whispers. Steve’s crying. And trying very hard not to be.

“I thought I really messed up.” Steve sniffles, still doesn’t look at Eddie.

“You didn’t. Hey. Look at me.” Eddie does reach out now. His palm settling over Steve’s knee. Steve sniffles again and finally meets Eddie’s eyes.

“You didn’t mess up. Okay? Everything’s okay.” Eddie nods, trying to reassure Steve and simultaneously figure out how the hell this had gone so wrong.

“It was just a lot. And I thought it was a mistake, kissing you.” Steve whispers it, like it’s a secret. And it… kind of is. But not like that. Eddie had told one person. Only one. Because he had to tell someone. Or he’d have fucking sung it from the goddamn mountain tops. He’d told Max, as he drove her home from the party. She’d been happy for him. Told him she could hear him smiling. But it hadn’t been a mistake.

“Hey. No. I said accidental. Not mistakenly. Different things. It wasn’t a mistake. It was just-“ he doesn’t have the words for this, not a great verbalizer when it comes down to the wire. Steve grimaces and he knows he’s taking it wrong.

“It was a lot. I basically jumped you. I mean Jesus, I shoved you into a wall and just-“ his hands flail toward Eddie, he tries not to smile.

“And I just- shoved my tongue in your mouth. Shit.” He sighs, covering his face.

“Yeah no I know. I enjoyed that a lot.” Eddie was nodding at the memory. Steve jerked his head up and looked at Eddie. He nodded more enthusiastically. Steve’s brow furrowed but Eddie could see him relaxing.

“But you… you’ve been avoiding me.” Steve says it slowly, like he’s working through a problem. Eddie scoffs, shakes his head.

“What? No I haven’t.” he’s shaking his head, his hair shaking into his face.

“Um. Yes. You have.” Steve argues.

“No. No. I have not. I got home that night. Went to bed giddy as hell. And then I called you the next day. And yeah, I mean, it’s been a few days since then, but I’ve been busy putting together this-“ he bites his lip, catches the words that almost tumbled out of him.

“I’ve been planning this surprise. And so I didn’t really have time to call again. But I have not, been avoiding you Steve Harrington.” Eddie is pointing at him now, accusing finger nearly right in his face. And Steve, well…

“What the fuck is that face for?!” Eddie nearly shrieks, his voice going high as Steve fucking smiles at him.

“I think… I think you should walk me through that next day. Just, you went to bed. You woke up the next morning aaand…” Steve holds his hand out, offering the floor for Eddie to continue. Eddie drops his hand to his thigh, narrows his eyes with a huff.

“I don’t see the point here.” Eddie grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, Steve is still smiling at him, all happy eyes and toothy grin. Eddie doesn’t like it. He only looks at Eddie like that when he’s got something on him.

“Humor me.” Steve says, flatly, his smile dropping as he says it.

“Judging by that look you were giving me, I already have.” Steve smiles again at that and Eddie huffs, settling himself further into his seat.

“Come on. For me. Take me through your day.” Steve says, nose scrunching up a little, and how could Eddie deny that.

“Ugh. Fine.” He sighs, resituates himself again.

“I woke up. I made breakfast for me, dinner for Wayne. I went to the phone to call you. Wayne asked me to take out the trash. I grabbed that and took it to the end of the drive and oh my god I didn’t call you.” Eddie’s mouth drops open and he slaps his hand across it. Steve snorts, shakes his head.

“You did not call me.” He says, his voice dry. But he’s smiling again. Looking fond as Eddie releases a strangled sound before dropping his hand again.

“I thought I called you. I meant to call you. I am so sorry.” His voice is a whisper. Steve’s smile has gotten impossibly bigger.

“I got-“

“Distracted.” Steve finishes for him. Eddie nods.

“Steve I am so sorry. I really meant to-“

“It’s okay.” Steve moved his hand to Eddie’s wrist.

“Of all the possibilities I somehow forgot to run that one through my head. That you just, got distracted.” Steve shrugs, gives Eddie’s wrist a squeeze. Eddie’s shaking his head.

“I shouldn’t have. Not from that. It was important. And then I didn’t even notice that I hadn’t talked to you, what the fuck. I’m a goddamn idiot.” He shakes his head again.

“Hey. Don’t say that. You’re not. I like that you get distracted by stuff. You show everything your full attention it just gets sidetracked sometimes. It’s okay.” Steve nods, pulls Eddie’s hand into his lap.

“I’m not mad. Especially now. I was just scared I fucked this up. Ya know, whatever this is.” He shrugs, tangles his fingers with Eddie’s.

“Yeah. Maybe hold that thought.”

Steve’s brow furrows in confusion.

“You didn’t fuck it up. But I might be about to.” Eddie winces, points to the trailer. And for the first time since he’d parked, Steve looks out the windshield. Eddie watches his face light up in awe when he sees the trailer all decked out in its Christmassy best. He thinks he might see tears in his eyes again. Steve looks back to him, confusion in his eyes.

“How’s this-“

“It’s not the lights. What might fuck it up is inside. Come on.” He jerks his head, turns the van off, and hops out. Steve follows, ducking into the trailer cautiously as Eddie holds the door for him. Once they’re both inside, jackets discarded, shoes left by the door, Steve looks around until his eyes land on Eddie. He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a deep breath.

“It’s in my room. I’m gonna stay out here. Let you just, go and see. Maybe save me some of the possible embarrassment.” Eddie mumbles, his eyes darting around, having a hard time landing and staying on Steve.

“Eddie I-“

“It’s okay. I want you to go alone. I don’t want you to feel pressured to react a certain way or anything. And when you’re ready you can come back out. Tell me if you liked it. Or you can like, punch me in the face or something. Whatever works for you.” Eddie shrugs, pulls his hair across his mouth as he finally looks up at Steve through his bangs. More confusion fills Steve’s eyes but he nods and takes a step towards Eddie’s room.

He turns, before he gets there, looks back at Eddie.

“Nothing that’s in here would ever make me hit you. Or hurt you. You know that right?” Eddie’s heart flutters, he’s so serious. And yeah, Eddie knows that. He nods, his heart thundering against his ribs as Steve smiles at him and disappears into Eddie’s room.

~*~

Steve’s shaking again. His mind racing after Eddie’s talk. He has no goddamn idea what could possibly be in Eddie’s room that would make him say any of those things, or make him so nervous. Most people love watching people open their gifts. But Eddie had sent him in here alone, so he didn’t feel pressured. Steve flipped the light on, his eyes roaming over Eddie’s room before they land on his bed. And nothing could have prepared him for this.

Steve takes a shaky step toward the bed, the yellow fabric there calling to him. His knees buckle when he reaches the bed and he sits down, hard, on the edge of it. The air in his lungs both too much and not enough.

The dress is simple. A sleeve-less, old timey looking number. Steve swears the yellow matches one of his sweaters. There’s a nice black trim around the sleeves, the neck, and the bottom. It buttons up the front. Steve runs his fingers slowly over it and gasps, he knows that fabric, its what Robin’s prom dress had felt like. Soft, with a little give, like the softest t-shirt Steve had ever felt. His hand is about half way down the dress when he notices the note sitting on top of it.

A simple white piece of paper, with his name scrawled across the front. There’s a small sketch of two snowmen having a snowball fight in the right-hand corner, one of the snowballs being thrown is the decapitated head of a third snowman. His snowball head looks alarmed, to say the least. Steve smiles, moving his fingertips over Eddie’s doodle before flipping the paper open and reading what he’s written.

 Steven,

So um, I hope I didn’t just fuck up monumentally. And I wish I could say this to you out loud, but you know my head gets going and then my mouth gets going and it’s like a competition to see who can fuck it up first. But I didn’t wanna fuck this up. Because it’s important. To me. And you, I think.

I saw the way you looked at Robin’s dress. She looked good in it. But that’s not why you were staring. You liked it. Liked it the way you like those stupid fucking soft sweaters you’re always wearing. But I was pretty sure you didn’t have any dresses. I saw you when you saw me looking. You thought I was judging you. But I wasn’t. I was just… calculating. My thinking face just makes me look bitchy. But I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I don’t want you to ever feel that way when it comes to things you like.

So here’s… this. I hope it fits. It was sort of trial and error. But I think I got it all right. Nobody else knows about this. That’s why I did it before Christmas. (maybe should have done it after, in case it backfires and I ruin the holiday mood… oh well. Hindsight an all)

I just want you to know. It’s okay to like dresses. And to wanna feel pretty. I know your parental situation sucks. But I can keep this here for you. And when, or if, you wanna wear it, you can come over and wear it. Whenever you want. I just want you to be happy. And comfortable being you. Whatever that means. You deserve it.

Merry Christmas Steve.

Yours always, Eddie.

  Steve’s crying by the end of the letter, his hand fisted in the soft material of the dress. He remembers the moment Eddie talked about. Him seeing Steve looking at Robin’s dress. And Steve freaking out when he’d seen Eddie looking. And he hadn’t realized it then, but he should have.

Eddie wasn’t his father. Eddie would never scold him for liking something feminine. In fact, he’d seen Eddie sit down for a make-over with Nance and Robin when they were teaching El about make up. He’d let El do his whole face, as wild as she wanted. He’d looked like a rainbow had thrown up all over him by the end. Steve never told anyone, but he’d thought Eddie pulled it off.

He finds his way to his feet eventually. Pushing himself up off the floor, where he’d slid while reading Eddie’s letter. He carefully picks up the dress, steps in front of Eddie’s mirror and holds it up.

He presses the dress to his front, smooths down the front and looks up. A watery laugh bursts out of him at the sight. His teary eyed, but happy, face, above a simple dress. Simple, but the most beautiful fucking thing Steve has ever seen.

He presses the dress closer, trying to mold it to himself over his clothes. It’s perfect. And it’s beautiful. And it’s his.

The music drifting in from the living room breaks the trance he’s in. He lets his eyes drift, listening to the music, it’s something soft, not like Eddie’s usual tastes. Steve recognizes the voice before the song, it’s Sam Cooke, singing something slow and sweet.

Steve turns, gently sets the dress back on Eddie’s bed and wipes at his face. He folds the letter, tucks into his back pocket, and moves towards the music, his thoughts overtaken by one overwhelming thought.

Eddie.

~*~                      

Eddie can’t stand the silence. He rummages around in the box of tapes next the radio. Smiles softly when his fingers move over the tape he and Wayne had made a few years ago. A tape full of sixties music. Music is mother had loved. Music his mother had danced with him in the kitchen to when he was teeny tiny. Wayne had made a list for him. And Eddie had immediately made a tape of all her favorites. And then he’d made separate tapes for slow songs and pop-y songs. He was nothing if not musically organized.

He popped in the slow songs mix, hoping it would calm him like it always had.

And it works. For a moment. He sways along to the music. His fingers moving over the rest of the tape collection, for something to do, to keep his thoughts occupied by something other than: Steve. And then Steve says his name, close behind him, and he twitches and knocks the tapes off the shelf as he turns.

He curses and bends to pick them up. Steve rushes forward to help, and when Eddie looks at him, a grateful smile forming, it drops immediately. Steve’s been crying again. Eddie’s hands freeze. He stands, the tapes forgotten on the floor. He can feel flush rushing over his skin as Steve stands too, tossing a tape gently into the little basket they’d been in. Eddie looks at him, swallows hard.

“You- you didn’t like it.” Eddie says, his eyes falling to Steve’s shirt and pants, then jumping back to his tear covered face, brow furrowed. Steve’s brow mimics his as he looks at Eddie.

“Like it? No. I didn’t like it.” Steve says, quiet. Eddie grimaces, his eyes squeeze shut as he looks at the floor.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I thought- I don’t know what I thought.” He sighs, is about to kneel down and pick up the rest of the tapes, let Steve get out of here while he’s busy. But Steve catches his wrist, holds him gently and tugs him forward two steps.

“I didn’t like it.” Steve repeats. And Eddie huffs. Did he really need to rub it in?

“Eddie.” And that’s… Steve said his name like it was something precious. Like he, was something precious. Eddie looks up from the floor then, his eyes flitting across Steve’s face, finding the softest smile there waiting for him.

“I loved it. I love it.” Steve says, nodding when Eddie raises his brows in question. Steve tugs him forward the rest of the way and wraps his arms around Eddie like he’s afraid he might disappear if he doesn’t hold him tightly. Eddie shakes himself in Steve’s arms, fully realizing the situation, he scrambles to grab onto Steve too. His arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him closer. Steve laughs at the desperation in his fast-moving hands, but Eddie lets it go, because Steve is still holding him.

He pulls back, Steve untangling himself from Eddie, he wipes at his face again. Eddie moves carefully, pulls his sleeve down over his hand and uses it to dry Steve’s face. Steve laughs but leans into his touch.

“I’m glad you like it.” Eddie whispers, Steve’s fingers curl around his wrist as he cups Steve’s cheek. Steve closes his eyes, swaying a little as Etta James’ voice fills the living room.

“You made it?” Steve asks, licking his lips as he opens his eyes to look at Eddie.

“The dress.” He clarifies when Eddie stares and says nothing. Eddie nods slowly, his eyes wide as he watches Steve’s fingers move in slow circles on his wrist.

“Yeah. I um- I tried making it with sleeves, and I just couldn’t get them right. So I settled for a sleeveless pattern. Wayne had a bunch of old fashion magazines my mom used to look through for dress patterns. He let me use ‘em. Took me forever to find the perfect one. Finally got it right. But one of those inseams is a bitch. Took me forever to get that one.” Eddie’s rambling now, his eyes locked on Steve’s hand as his mouth runs away from him.

“There was this pattern for one with longer bell sleeves, and it was so pretty. But I couldn’t even get the short sleeves to work so I didn’t even try. But I think if I just practice, maybe get a book from the library, I think I can do it. You deserve a pretty dress like that too. Not just a simple little mmph-“ Eddie cuts off as Steve grabs his shirt and yanks him forward, pressing his lips to Eddie. He moves his hand up into Eddie’s hair and pulls him closer, Eddie hums into it and lets Steve lead him.

He licks across Eddie’s lips and into his mouth and Eddie fucking whines when he pulls back.

“Stop talking.” Steve whispers against his lips. Eddie nods, his hands gripping Steve’s hips tightly as Steve moves back in, kissing him deeply. Eddie isn’t sure how long they stay that way, but he knows that when Steve pulls back again his knees are weak and his hands are shaking. Again. Steve brushes their noses together and rests his head on Eddies.

“Did-“ Eddie starts, stops himself, doesn’t want to ruin the moment. Steve’s hand moves down his arm slowly, fingers curling around his elbow.

“Did I what?” Steve asks, dropping his head to Eddie’s shoulder and nuzzling his cheek into his shirt. Eddie gulps, his hands pressing into Steve’s back gently.

“Did you wanna put it on?” Eddie asks, knows he sounds hopeful, can’t keep it from his voice. The kiss at the party had been nice. But this had been something else entirely.

Steve moves again, only goes far enough to see Eddie’s face. Eddie smiles, softly, reaches up and moves Steve’s hair out his face. Steve melts into the touch and nods, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. Eddie moves his fingers over it, has to touch it. The smile grows under his touch and Steve kisses his fingers before he pulls away, fully this time.

“Stay here.” He whispers, dipping close to kiss Eddie softly again, a sweet press of lips, and then he’s gone again, jogging down the hall and ducking into Eddie’s room.

As soon as he’s out of sight Eddie nearly collapses. Has to brace himself on the table. He takes several deep breathes, busies himself with cleaning the tapes up. And then hears Steve call his name again. Gentle. Questioning.

Eddie walks to his room. Stops outside the door. Doesn’t want to just barge in.

“Steve? You okay?” He knocks his knuckles against the wall.

“I’m good Ed’s. Just… need some help.” Eddie hears his voice shake with a laugh and he smiles before turning the corner into his room. His breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on Steve.

He’s a vision. The yellow makes his skin look warm. And with no sleeves there’s so much fucking skin to see. Eddie feels a little faint as his eyes trail up and over Steve’s arms, tracking every single new freckle as they go. Steve clears his throat and Eddie shakes his head.

“Yeah. Sorry. What?” Eddie clears his own throat and rubs at the back of his neck, a dorky smile on his face as he looks at Steve, his face, this time. Steve is beaming, a flush high on his cheeks that makes him fucking glow.

“I can’t um-“ he breaks on a breathy laugh, gesturing with his hands to the buttons running down the front. Eddie laughs too, walking closer, his skin tingling, his whole body feels light.

“I can’t do the buttons. My hands won’t stop shaking.” He laughs again as he tries to push a button through and his hands twitch. Eddie laughs, pushes close, his hands moving over Steve’s arms, up his forearms, down over his wrists, he gives Steve’s hands a gentle squeeze and moves them out of the way.

“Not sure why you think I can do any better. I’ve been fucking shaking since I got to your house.” Eddie shakes his head, but manages to push the rest of the buttons through. His knuckles brush Steve’s throat as he does the top button and then both freeze. They stare at each other for a few seconds before laughing giddily. Eddie smooths his hands down the front of the dress, stepping back, away from Steve so he can step in front of the mirror.

Eddie watches as he steps slowly in front of it. His teeth dig into his lip at he looks at himself. And Eddie takes the time to look at him too.

The hem of the dress rests about mid-thigh, and Eddie had made it a bit longer than the pattern had suggested. Wasn’t sure if Steve was taller than the model or not. He can see so much of Steve’s legs. He watches Steve move his hands down his chest, over his hips. Watches his fingers curl over the bottom of the dress as he sways a little to the music drifting from the living room. Eddie takes a deep breath and moves.

He steps up behind Steve and wraps his arms around him. Steve stills, briefly, but Eddie feels it. Steve had forgotten he was being watched. Eddie presses a kiss to his shoulder.

“You look beautiful.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over Steve’s shoulder, making him shiver.

“You think?” Steve asks, his hand moving over the dress again.

“Definitely.” Eddie nods, his hands wandering, his fingers brush Steve’s thigh and he jumps in Eddie’s grasp. Eddie smiles into his neck and nuzzles his nose behind his ear.

“Probably look better without those fucking basketball socks.” He mutters into Steve’s skin. Steve snorts and shoves at Eddie. But he bends down and takes the socks off, and then pulls Eddie back to him, both of them looking into the mirror.

“Much better.” Eddie says, digging his fingers into Steve’s sides playfully. Steve yelps and tuns in his arms, draping his own arms over Eddie shoulders.

“Maybe I should get some tights.” Steve says, innocently, his eyes on the ceiling as he thinks about it. Eddie groans and drops his head onto Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re killin me Harrington.” He shakes his head, looks up to see Steve looking at him, that cute confused expression on his face.

“Are you kidding? You already look this hot in a dress and now you wanna add tights to the equation? I’m not gonna make it out of this alive.” Eddie explains, his fingers dancing over the bottom of the dress, his knuckles brushing Steve’s thighs again as he wiggles his eyebrows. Eddie watches with glee as Steve turns a delicious shade of red, his nose scrunching before he tries to hide his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

“Ah ah ah! Nope! Don’t hide from me babygirl.” Eddie teases, tickling Steve to keep him visible. The pet name slips out. Both of them freeze. Steve goes impossibly redder, his eyes wide.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know where that came from it just slipped out I-“

“I like it.” Steve blurts, his fingers dig into Eddie’s shoulder hard as he admits it, holding on to Eddie tightly as he tries not to hide from his admission. Eddie nods, moves his hands over Steve’s arms slowly, soothing him.

“Okay. Just between me and you, yeah?” Eddie whispers, presses a kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, watches him nod, his eyes still wide as he stares at Eddie.

“You okay? Lookin a little overwhelmed.” Eddie teases, his hand moving to Steve’s neck, thumb brushing over his jaw. Steve melts into the touch, his eyes falling closed.

“Mhm. Feel good. Happy. Safe.” He opens his eyes, looks at Eddie when he says it. And Eddie can feel himself about to cry now. His throat is burning. He smiles. Nods at Steve and bites his lip.

“That’s all I wanted to give you.” He shrugs. Steve watches him shrug and he presses into Eddie’s space. He curls around him, arm snaking around Eddie’s waist as he cuddle close, his face buried in Eddie’s neck.

“Thank you.” He breathes, his breath hot against Eddie’s shirt. Eddie swallows around the lump in his throat, holds Steve close.

“Anytime.” He says, and he means it. Hopes Steve knows he means it. The way Steve’s fingers clench into his shirt seem to suggest that he does.

The song changes, Etta James’ voice fills the air again. Wayne had said she was always his mom’s favorite. And A Sunday Kind Of Love was her all time favorite. Eddie smiles into Steve’s shoulder when he hears it. He pulls back, moves his fingertips over Steve’s cheek and then takes his hand.

“Come on.” He tugs Steve toward the door. He hesitates.

“Are the blinds closed?” he asks, pulling at the bottom of the dress. Eddie nods, pulls him closer.

“Yeah. The only person around here who’d peek through them is Max. And it’s not like she’d see anything.” Eddie smiles. Steve frowns.

“You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Teasing her about it.” Steve admonishes. Eddie softens, looks at Steve.

“She likes when I do.” Eddie assures. Steve lets him pull him slowly through the doorway.

“She likes when you remind her she can’t see?” Eddie tangles their fingers, keeps pulling Steve towards the living room, but he shakes his head.

“No. She likes that I tease her the way I would anyone else. Makes her feel normal.” He yanks on Steve’s hand, tugs him close, moves Steve’s arm up over his shoulders. Steve lets out a little “oof” as he collides with him, his frown dissipating at Eddie’s explanation, he relaxes against him.

“Guess that makes sense.” Steve shrugs as they start to sway together. Eddie nods, takes Steve’s hand and twirls him, smiles as Steve laughs when he pulls him back to his chest.

“Plus asking her “how’s the view?” every time someone parks her in front of a window is funny. Every. Fucking. Time.” Eddie says, his hands moving slowly up and down Steve’s back as they move in small circles across the floor, Steve snorts and shakes his head.

“They do that to her all the time! It’s so weird.” He moves his fingers into the hair at the back of Eddie’s neck. He nods, his eyes fluttering closed at the touch.

“I know. That’s why I point it out every time. More fun than just telling them to stop.” His eyes open again and he looks at Steve, he looks at Eddie as he guilds them both across the floor, nice and slow.

“Whatcha lookin at Babygirl?” Eddie teases, laughing when Steve hides his face in his neck for a moment. When he pulls back, he’s looking serious again, though still a bit red.

“You just care about her a lot.” Steve says. Eddie nods.

“I care about all of them. Just like you.” Eddie says it like it’s obvious, but maybe Steve hadn’t meant that. Or maybe he’d meant exactly that. Eddie’s not sure. Can’t tell. Can’t think with the way Steve’s looking at him right now, his eyes all soft, his lips tilted just so in that smile that drives Eddie crazy.

“I care about you too, ya know?” Steve whispers.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie twirls him again, both of them laughing as Eddie’s arm snakes back around Steve’s waist. He sobers and nods, looking at Eddie with those beautiful eyes.

“Yeah. I think I-“ Steve stops, swallows hard, lets Eddie keep swaying them to the music. Eddie doesn’t press this time. Doesn’t try to change the subject. He just keeps them moving, slow and sweet, and he waits.

“I… I think I might be in love with you.” Steve breathes it out into the space between them, like he’s not sure he should be saying it. Eddie smiles, his heart fluttering at Steve’s nervousness, and he finds he no longer is.

“You think?” he teases, taking Steve by surprise when he dips him low and then yanks him back up, their faces maybe an inch apart. Steve nods, his eyes moving wildly across Eddie’s face. Eddie nods back.

“Hey Steve. Can I tell you a secret?” Eddie asks, his hand moving up Steve’s arm slowly, his hand coming to rest on Steve’s neck as he nods, his eyes wide and waiting. Eddie nods again, moving closer, closing the distance between them slowly.

“I love you.” He whispers the words against Steve’s lips, hovers there, just about kissing but not quiet, sharing breath. He feels Steve gasp, his hands trembling as they move to hold Eddie’s waist.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, his question breathed into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie nods.

“Yeah.” He breathes, closing the distance as Steve whimpers against him, his hands tugging on his hips to pull him closer. It’s a slow kiss, soft, and sweet, and perfect. Eddie pulls back, his thumb moving gently over Steve’s jaw as Steve looks at him, eyes glassy, love drunk.

“Hey.” Eddie breathes, Steve smiles.

“Hey.” He breathes back. His arms snake around Eddie as he rests his head on his shoulder. The music keeps playing, and Eddie keeps them swaying, Steve feeling relaxed in his arms as they move. Steve snuggles closer, his hand in Eddie’s hair again as his nose presses into Eddie’s neck.

“I love you.” Steve whispers, sure this time as he presses a kiss to Eddie’s throat. Eddie smiles, his hand moving to the back of Steve’s neck, he gives it a gentle squeeze, pulling Steve closer.

“I love you too.” He presses a kiss into Steve’s hair.

“Merry Christmas Steve.” Eddie smiles as Steve shifts again, wrapping both arms around Eddie’s neck, hugging him close as they sway in the Christmas lights lighting Eddie’s trailer. Eddie can feel him trembling again as he buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

“Merry Christmas Eddie. And thank you.” He sniffles, Eddie wraps his arms around Steve, his fingers curling into the soft material of the dress as he holds him close.

“Like I said. Anytime.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder and holds him as they move across the floor, his mother’s favorite music guiding him as he feels Steve Harrington smiling into his shoulder, happy, and safe, and completely himself in Eddie’s arms.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #My writing #mine

[sunflowersteves]

nancy 🥰🥰🥰🥰 thinking abt her leaving kisses all over your face while she fingers u into oblivion ❤️

you. my love. are a goddamn genius. join fruity four saturday <3

warning || smut, fingering, petnames soft!nancy, 18+ only minors dni

“stay still, baby.” she whispered softly in your ear.

you couldn’t help it though, your body squirming on its own. her back was against the headboard of your bed, your own body flush against hers—your back against her chest.

you could feel her breasts pressed up against your naked shoulders. it made you want to sink backwards into her even further.

“you’re doing so well for me, baby. yeah, look at you, all pretty for me.” she’s pumping her fingers into you at a devishly slow pace, tips curling with each thrust.

“nance—please, I need—”

she just shushes you gently, her other hand trailing down to your mound—slowly—before pillowing soft circles onto your clit. you whine, hand gripping her forearm tight. “you’re all worked up, honey. let nance take care of you, okay?”

you’re not sure when tears start to prick your eyes, but they do. she’s caressing your hip and then your stomach and then your breasts in such a soft gentle way that makes you feel so loved. so loved.

nancy would move the moon if you asked her to. she would do absolutely anything for you. so when you come to her after a frustrating day, she’s going to make sure that you’re the most treasured person alive.

she’s pressing kisses onto your face, angling her body in a contorted way, but she doesn’t care. she only cares about you.

she started at the base of your chin, then lips filling the creases of your jaw. you whine as she curls her fingers upward, your aching pussy drowning in the length of her.

her lips are trailing up toward your cheeks and then she goes to softly bite. if it weren’t for your pussy clenching on her fingers, you might have whimpered from her teeth sinking into your flesh. “such a pretty thing you are, hm? my pretty thing. your pussy is just so sweet—”

she’s continuing to give you kisses and whispering sweet nothings on top of your supple skin. she can start to feel you clench—your whimpers louder and more desperate. you’re gripping her hand and the sheets so hard she’s surprised nothing has broken.

“gonna cum? huh? let go, honey. cum on me and my fingers. that’s it, pretty, that’s it.” and you do. oh, you do. you’ve released every thing your body has given, juices squirting out and spray all over her legs that in tangled your own. “f-fuck, nance, yeah, oh fuck—”

“you’re so pretty when you come, you know that?”

#fruity four saturday˚ ༘♡ #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler smut #smut #nancy wheeler fluff #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction

[toastedwrittenthoughts]

OKAY! I have been stressing about these titles all day and I need to say a few things about them.

Spoilers for the titles the rest is pure speculations and predictions!

Episode 9!

Okay... So to start my predictions, I have to mention where we were left at the end of Episode 8...

BOTH Buddy and Richie were arrested and are in Jail.

Jane was scolded for being indecisive about what she wants.

Olivia walked into Mr. Daniels house without her PL Jacket (cue aggressive vomiting noises).

Nancy was left to clean up the mess and looking broken. (Like the window. Symbolism!)

Cynthia probably feeling multiple conflicting internal feelings. (As she should.)

So here we go...

I would want the episode to start with a dark screen... the sound of a cell door closing and amongst several cells they pan over and inside one of them is Buddy and Richie. Not together, but separated...? Its like the saying "put them in a room alone together and let things sort itself out." I'd hope that its been a little while and Buddy has sobered up some but regardless, the two of them just sending scathing looks between eachother after maybe getting in a few actual hits against eachother. (Poor Dot)

Both of them showing signs of discomfort because they're still kids, IN JAIL. But out of the two of them, Richie is a little better at keeping his cool. After all, he's used to detention, fights and breaking rules. I know its not the same, but if anything... Id be willing to bet that in this situation, the other potential 'jail occupants' kinda look like him.. People from the 'wrong parts of town'. Kind recognizes kind. The other occupants hear Buddy's last name and start digging at him and his dad and Richie tells them to back off. Again, kind recognizes kind and they leave them alone. Buddy gives a halfhearted 'thanks' and Richie just shrugs.

Buddy would be pacing, no doubt muttering about how his dad was going to react about all this when he comes to get him. Richie is probably terrified at how his parents will react and coming from a European household.. Phew.. It ain't gonna be pretty. Richie would scoff, telling him to be quiet, that 'they wouldn't be here if Buddy hadn't been drunk and acting like an ass. Or if he had just come clean from the start."

"I didn't mean too. It just happened and.." Buddy's head would hang down, looking ashamed. Richie feels bad for him for just a second before Buddy finish with "I never wanted to hurt her, you know. I loved her. I still do."

That I could see would send Richie over an edge. He stands up and even with their height difference would level Buddy with a dead stare.

"That's. Not. Love. You don't let someone spread damning gossip around about someone you "love" and not clear it up because your worried about your own reputation. You don't take advantage of them and say you love them. Its not to be used as an excuse or reason why you think its okay to be an asshole." (Personal thoughts mixed in here.)

"What do you know about about it, Richie? You've never had your parents pressure you to be the best. And then to find out that what you are, what you thought you were, is only a fake image that wasn't even made by yourself. Jane was the only thing that was.. real to me. I mean.. really real."

"And instead of treating her like she deserves, even after you found out about the election and shit, you thought of just yourself and let her get buried." Richie scoffs and shakes his head. "Look Buddy, I may not have been born and raised on your side of town, I may not have been pushed to be the best because no one expects me to be; but we can both agree that Jane makes us want to be better. But if your dad is the one that's trying to mold your life in a way you don't want it to be, then maybe you need to take the wheel and go where his reputation hasn't reached and make your own."

Or something like that. Either way, I would want them to verbally have it out. And IF Buddy's dad comes to bail him out, because reputation and shit... Id want Buddy to look back at Richie in the cell and tell his dad that 'Richie wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. Either we both go, or I don't at all." Buddy's dad sees that he doesn't budge and agrees. I like to hope that between Buddy and Richie, they aren't even, but it would be a damn good start.

Jane is going to do some repair work and I get the feeling that she will be one of a few people who will ask the question "You're dropping out of Rydell?" And potentially for a few people.

Nancy could get the urge to leave because of her fashion calling and the fact that the Pink Ladies are up in the air but is worried that because of her crush, she will lose sight of what she really wants to do and is tempted to just go. But instead of pulling a Frenchy, she stays.. I don't know how, but that's the feeling I get. (Like have your cake and eat it too.)

Olivia could think about leaving/dropping out to another school so she moves forward with Mr. Daniels (at his mentioning's or insistence) and to not 'jeopardize' his career, marry him but like in secret. Gil could hear word about this and HAULS ASS to find her and convinces her that she is worth more than that, that she is worth loving out loud and proud. Like He does. Something about the way Mr. Daniels acts around her now could make her feel uncomfortable and together, they go to McGee and get his predator ass fired. Done.

Cynthia would be torn about where she fits and after some agonizing, thinks she should leave and changes her mind when she gets her TBird jacket. And starts making things better by apologizing to Shy Guy because HE IS SWEET AND DESERVES AN APOLOGY!

Mrs. McGee could ask that to the Principle who is leaving because he got a different job opportunity and puts her in charge. Or Mr. Daniels because he also needs to go. (Im hopeful)

Over All...

I think Buddy will be the one to leave. Personally to me, it would make sense. Not because it would take him out of the whole Buddy/Jane/Richie triangle, though I would not be upset about that at all. (Richie is my boy and doesn't need to go, I will die on that hill). But from a realistic point of view... If I wanted to get out from my meddling fathers shadow, and I would after hearing everything he has done, I would say that leaving Rydell to go to another school to restart would be the way to go. Somewhere his father would have little to no influence over and he could start anew. It would also kinda go with Buddy's character since when the opportunity to fix things come up, he kinda detours and takes a road to avoid them and only comes clean when they fall all but at his feet and he's in a corner. (Frosty Palace.)

Episode 10.

Since I am unclear about the school timeline right now (like is it nearly thanksgiving for them as students? Is the year halfway done?) I would like to think that they have a fall fair or something. If my predictions are correct, Buddy will leave Rydell at the end of their first semester. But before they go, they gotta race.

Susan I think will race one of the Ladies, most likely Olivia because she looked MAD in both the trailer and pictures and Olivia would be the focal point of that anger.. Dot will be their flag girl because she supports Susan and the gangs will cheer for them as they race. Susan could lose because they need to bury their hatchet somehow. And with the Win, Olivia gets a car, and therefore the Pink Ladies get their own ride. Susan admits defeat, apologizes and like Buddy with Richie, isn't making them even, but it could be a place to start.

I still think Gil's gonna race, I almost say he needs to just for the classic victory (first) kiss between him and Olivia. (Fingers tightly crossed.)

But one thing I was saying when a friend of mine and I were in a debate was that there was talk about the title having two meanings. 'Racing For Pinks.'

Pinks is the Pink Ownership slip but it could also mean the Pink Ladies. Buddy/ Richie, Gil and Mr. Daniels (though I doubt it) and such. They could win the girl. And I gotta say both yes and no to this thought. One thing that I would want to be said, whether it be the TBirds, the Pink Ladies themselves or hell, why not both is that they can't be 'won'.

To be with a Pink Lady isn't part of some... game. You cant race and get a girl, I'm sorry but that to me just wouldn't be right. These girls are breaking norms and fighting the system, breaking stereotypical boundaries. Cynthia says that to have two people race for you is AMUSING. At the risk of sounding two faced, they aren't trophies to be won but.. they kinda are. But they cant be bought or traded.

No, the Pink Ladies are EARNED. Period.

The TBird and Pink Ladies alike EARN their jackets and reputation, so why shouldn't their affection (love, devotion, romance, relationship take your pick) be any different? You put in work, you get the girl. And so far, I think that some have. While others are still working things out.

We also haven't met the Scorpions, the rival gangs of the TBirds in OG Grease. Or Zuko and Kenickie for that matter. And if anyone reads my long posts, that's where the 'scenes' I think up could go here with Richie and Gil meeting them..

But if I follow my gut, I think that if Buddy leaves, he could go to a different school, start up the Scorpions because he's acting out against his dad and the beef between the Birds and Scorpions is pre-established for the future.

Regardless of how things go... JOIN ME IN HOPING FOR A SEASON TWO!

Again, this is a mixture of spoilers, speculations and predictions! Id love to hear yours! Comment or message me directly the door is always open!

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #jane facciano #richie valdovinos #richie x jane #olivia valdovinos #gil rizzo #olivia x gil #shy guy #potato #potato x nancy #nancy nakagawa #cynthia x lydia #cynthia zdunowski #greasers #pink ladies #the tbirds #personal thoughts #predictions #I hope they make a second season

[ariesbilly]

Okay, but have we considered Jonathan who finds out about Neil in the aftermath of Starcourt, who knows nobody is visiting Billy because who does he have? Neil Hargrove is in the midst of tearing his family apart, Max is bouncing between homes and parents while hers crumbles, and the likes of Tommy and Carol wouldn't bother.

So he starts visiting. The receptionist doesn't even try to tell him its family only and the old woman changing Billy's IV bag actually smiles at him when she first sees him, says; "Oh, its so lovely to see him have some company for a change."

And its awkward as shit at first. Billy is stone-cold dead to the world, a gutted and sewn up mess of lank curls and beeping machines, and Jonathan's not gonna do anything stupid like try to talk to him, but. He comes back a few days after. And a few days after again.

And at some point it gets uncomfortable just sitting there, so he brings his portable vinyl player. Spends some cash at the local thrift store and buys up the meagre handful of records he thinks Billy wouldn't completely tear his head off for subjecting him to. Packs some books. Some air freshener, because shit, the room stinks of antispectic and rot.

He takes photos, too. Can't not. The itch in his fingers is just. There. Just like it was with Nancy, but stronger. It feels important, for some reason. To document this. To keep this. Proof that Billy Hargrove was good. That Billy lived. That Billy did this. Like maybe one day these photos will be needed for something.

Eventually, he tells Billy about Lonnie. Feels the irrational urge to explain why he's been lurking around here like a damn ghost for weeks on end. Quietens as he tells Billy he still thinks he's a bit of an asshole, but he gets it. Gets how without his Mom, without Will, he'd have been in the same boat. Walked the same bloody footprints.

(And of course, months and months later, its Billy who figures out Jonathan's a little broken. Billy who notices the camera has been left on the bedside table, coated in dust, untouched. Billy who stuffs Jonathan into the car and threatens to tie him to the seat and drags his ass out to Lake Michigan. Shoves the camera in his hands and tells him they're not going home 'til that full role of film has been used.

And Jonathan mopes. Flumps around. Holds the camera uselessly until he sees the way Billy's curls catch the sunshine, hold onto it tight like fine-spun strands of gold silk. The way Billy's eyes are bluer than the lake water and the sky put together. The way Billy's body forms a graceful curve as he leans on the car, cracks a beer, pointedly ignores Jonathan's presence.

And, for the first time in nearly a year, Jonathan presses the shutter.)

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPP!!!!

He takes photos, too. Can't not. The itch in his fingers is just. There. Just like it was with Nancy, but stronger. It feels important, for some reason. To document this. To keep this. Proof that Billy Hargrove was good. That Billy lived. That Billy did this. Like maybe one day these photos will be needed for something. i am LITRALLY tearing my hair out of my skull!

billy becoming jonathans muse :') so true i mean look at him. the way this incorporated jonathans giving up photography and bringing it back full circle.... the talent. the taste. *chefs kiss*

#byergrove #briana answers things

[ai-luni]

You are everything good in this world - Part 2.2

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x fem!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: You knew something wasn’t right, you knew it all linked up but you just didn’t want to admit it. When you finally see him again, you let yourself be selfish and ignore it.

Warnings: Vecna/Peter Himself, follows season 4 plotline, Smut 18+, very dubious consent, Angst, bad writing, cliff hanger

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I really want to flesh out the aftermath of Vecna taking you and the kids finding out and everything along vol 2. Also I’m not a writer, my writing is not the greatest, some scenes if you can’t tell may be more boring than others for which I’m sorry. I’m gonna dip now :)

Across the street from an abandoned park was a rundown blue house you were currently standing in front of with a bunch of school kids. Only two days ago if someone had told you this was how you were going to spend your weekend, you would’ve laughed. But now you are completely invested in looking after and helping these kids and you’d be damned if you let anything happen to them under your watch.

Steve and Nancy undid the boarded door while you stood next to Robin watching on from off the porch.

“It’s locked. Should I knock, see if anybody’s home?” Steve rattled the door handle a little more while you looked around with a little plan of your own. 

“No need.” Robin spoke out to the team once she caught on to your plan. You handed her a brick from off the ground, “We found a key!” 

Smashing the stain glass window on the door, the group of you ventured into the house. Dustin handed you a torch from his backpack while giving you a suspicious side eye to which you replied with ”What? I was a kid once too, you know.” and shared a small smile. 

Everyone was spread out across the little entry hallway, you looking into a dusty front parlour room next to the door before Max spoke up and gathered the group together.

“Hey, guys... You all see that right?” Her flashlight was pointed towards an old grandfather clock.

“Is this what you saw,” Your face dropped in realisation and deep down in this moment you were so impressed at these kids' abilities to draw clues together, “In your visions?”

Max nodded wearily and tensed up completely. You dragged her gently back to your side with a hand on her shoulder. You looked to Lucas who was by her other side in only a matter of moments.

“I mean, It’s… just a clock.” Robin stepped forward to examine the clock, “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?” Steve let out, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped its way onto your face that you tried to suppress. 

“Think you cracked the case Steve.” Dustin wiped him out. Your hand covered your mouth to stifle a chuckle and stay serious.

“All I know is, the answers are right here, somewhere.” By this point, you trusted Nancy’s instincts. She was a smart girl and this time, you could feel it too. There was something about this place that didn’t feel right. 

“Okay, everyone stay in groups of two.” She looked over the group, mentally pairing everyone then turned to you. You shook your head with your hand out, you were okay looking alone - you were the sensible choice to be the one alone but you also felt something deep down calling you. There was something about this place that dug down within you, and you know you had to challenge it alone. Nancy nodded, “Robin, upstairs.”

You walked to the back of the house behind the stairs, there was a bedroom downstairs and you made your way in. There was something familiar about this room, you couldn’t place it for the dear life of you. Maybe it was the pattern of the wallpaper, or layout of the house, maybe it reminded you of your middle school days with friends or the smell of the dust and rotting wood. You couldn’t put a finger on it and you felt a little selfish for leaving the kids behind for it but you had to know. 

You gathered it may have been a kid’s room. The now broken and weathered bed was single and there were little gadgets and nick nacks around that a little kid might own. You looked through the bookshelf and found mostly books about bugs and spiders in particular. And in the dresser - that you took a good while to talk yourself into actually touching for the sake of curiosity - you found little button up shirts of various patterns. You were certain this was the room of Henry Creel, the son. 

You got a chill at the thought of being in the room of a little dead boy, touching the clothes of a little dead boy. A dead boy? 

None of the articles mentioned Henry died, it was a triple homicide and Henry was sent into a coma. Henry never died. You were mindlessly rummaging through the shirts in the dresser as you let your thoughts run wild until you lifted one shirt up and screamed falling backwards and dropping the shirt back in the drawer to cover the black ugly spider that was hiding underneath.

Spiders. SPIDERS. FOR FUCK SAKE THE SPIDERS, THE VISIONS, THE COMA, WHERE DID THAT BOY GO, 001. 

You were on your ass in the middle of the room, huffing and puffing in thought. Your mind was absolutely scattered and you knew there was a commonality amongst it all but your mind was too scrambled to properly bring it to the forefront of your mind. You knew and maybe you just didn’t want to admit it but deep down you knew. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Max and soon after Lucas ran into the room. Max kneeled beside you, helping you to your feet as she asked if you were alright. 

“We heard you scream and,” Lucas left his sentence unfinished as he helped Max help you up. You let out a little sheepish chuckle at how pathetic your reasoning was going to sound.

“Yeah there was just a spider that scared me.” You laughed out and Max and Lucas joined in, mostly laughing in relief but it was a calm moment either way. 

The light in the middle of the room flicked. You stopped laughing immediately looking at Max and Lucas to see if they saw it as well. They nodded and it flickered once more before you walked out of the room. The light beside the stairs flicked, then the entry hallway light. 

Little did you know on the other side, a large slimy man labelled as Vecna heard a scream of someone he once knew. He checked the room it came from and found no one. He knew it was you, he was just unsure if he had heard your voice once more in his mind or if it was really you this time. He had to check every time and was disappointed every time. 

“Guys!” Max called, gathering everyone back to the entryway. The thought of this creature and Peter put on the back burner of your mind but still lingered. You agreed with yourself to not tell the others yet. 

“It’s like the Christmas lights.” Nancy whispered.

“The Christmas lights?” Robin asked, you remember Dustin mentioning christmas lights the other say however still felt just as confused as Robin. 

“Yeah, when Will was upside down, the lights came to life.” 

“Vecna’s here. In this house.” Lucas said and a child ran down your back. Could he tell you were there? You had so many questions, Lucas finished, “But just on the other side.”

“I think he just left the room.” Robin said once the lights stopped flickering. 

“Did he hear us?” “Could he see us?” Questions circled around the room, Lucas looked to Max telling her to put her headphones on and Nancy stepped forward taking charge again. 

“Wait, wait. Everyone turn off your flashlights and spread out.” You did as she said and soon Robin called out, her flashlight flickering.

“I GOT IT! I GOT HIM!” The light died down, “Or at least I got him..?”

The light transferred to Steve’s flashlight, we followed it up the stairs and eventually found our way through a little door in the wall to the attic. In a circle in the middle of the attic, all of your flashlights overheated and exploded. You ushered the lot of them out of the room and back to the car.

The kids turned on the courtesy lights on inside the car when getting in, Dustin in the backseat held up the last torch left in the car for you to grab your first aid kit out of the trunk of the car. You guided them to the food you brought and advised them to eat, you’ve been in that house through the sunset and had a long drive back in the dark. Nancy was slumped in the front seat in pure disbelief. We all knew that the surge was definitely caused by Vecna. 

You sat in the driver's seat and took a moment to recollect yourself, the group of you settled down, ate snacks and after about half an hour Steve was ducked next to the open door of the driver's seat negotiating the plan to drive back to Hawkins. You would drive first then swap with Steve through the night.  Nancy will drive in the morning to Eddie’s hideout. Then it was ‘go’ time. 

It was as boring as it sounded, Robin sat in the passenger seat as you drove, Steve and Nancy were asleep in the back and Dustin was squished in the middle window seat as Max fell asleep on Lucas next to him. You didn’t want to turn the music on and disturb the kids in the back so Robin just looked through your tapes and made fun of your taste in music. She joked with you and though couldn’t help yawning every now and then, promised to keep talking to keep you awake. 

You talked about your favourite movies and finally in your last hour talked about the new movie Top Gun. You mostly bonded over how good looking a couple Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis were, however that turned quickly into whether they should make a sequel. You were adamant there should be a sequel where Maverick teaches Goose’s son as a pilot. Robin thought it was a ridiculous idea. 

Soon enough you swapped with Steve and fell asleep in the back of the car. There was no traffic and the ride was much quicker than it was getting to the house during the day. You suggested they head back to your house and sleep for a couple hours at least. There was a minor protest amongst mostly Dustin but you were the adult in the car and the power of your pointed finger and a little “Uh ah.” was enough to shut up anyone in this car and do as you say. It was the one power you enjoyed greatly. 

They did that, the boys were sprawled out on your living room seats, robin collapsed on your living room rug. You sent Max back to the guest room, Nancy followed and got comfortable on a reading chair because she was adamant you should sleep in your bed for once, as thank you for all the help you’ve given them. Wow and how you missed your comfortable bed. 

The lot of you slept for about 4-6 hours - some waking up sorer than others - and planned to head to the store to pick up supplies for Eddie. You picked up food for the kids and coffee for yourself, enjoying that cup more than you ever thought you could enjoy a cup of coffee while sitting in the passenger seat as Nancy drove. 

“Can I sit in the car for this visit ‘cause this is gonna totally and royally suck.” Robin said sitting behind Nancy, her hands rested on the shoulders of her seat. 

“It’ll be fine.” She said.

“I just can’t stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie’s break again. I really really can’t.” You would’ve laughed at her tone but you knew she was actually being serious. 

“At least he can drink himself into feeling better.” Steve piped up from the very back, waving the six pack around. Your head fell into your hands, moment ruined.

“That’s what my mom does.” Max said nonchalantly, staring straight out the windscreen.

“Why don’t we just give it a trial run. Hey Eddie, uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh yeah! And we found Vecna only the bad news is that he’s in that other, darker, much scarier dimension, and the gate’s closed, so we have no way of getting to him. Like, he’s entirely shut off to us, so you’re basically screwed.” Robin kept going and the energy in the car was dropping rapidly, “and, no no, I know you were already screwed, but now you’re like, doubly, triply screwed.” 

“Woah woah okay... Maybe we just don’t put it like that.” Lucas said, getting concerned. 

“We’re one step closer to finding Vecna. That's what we say. That's what's important.”

“See Robin, positive spin can make all the difference.” Once again Steve and Robin started to bicker again before you spoke. Your face dropping instantly as the sight.

“Oh Shit.” Everyone shut up and poked up to see what was happening. As Nancy pulled around the corner, you saw a crowd of cars, reporters and police surrounding the house. You all got out of the car and snuck around the reporter's van.

The police talked about a homicide on the lake, one of the kids on the basketball team. It was after he finished speaking that Eddie finally contacted Dustin’s walkie. 

“Eddie. Holy Shit, are you okay?” Dustin spoke into the thing, trying to shield it from the crowd. 

“Nah man. Pretty… Pretty goddam far from okay.”

“Where are you?” Dustin asked into it again.

“Skull rock. Do you know it.?” All the kids nodded, Dustin started to point it out but Steve took over, leading up into the trees.

“Hold tight, we’re coming.”

You followed in a little group behind Steve and Dustin. Steve was absolutely certain Dustin was leading them in the wrong direction by his compass and turned us around.

“Okay, so apparently we’re going this way now? I swear to god, if they get us lost…” Max spoke to Lucas, he didn’t respond and she asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

You walked in front, letting them have their moment and joined Robin and Nancy as they walked. 

“Does that make us friends? I mean… officially?” You heard Nancy say.

“Uh yeah. I mean, right?” Robin replied, a stutter in her voice you picked up.

“Right.” Nancy smiled and joined their side.

“You guys weren’t friends before?” You piped in.

“Nope. Uh… nah.” Nancy said, almost self conscious of the fact.

“It wasn’t until all this happened and I had to prove to her there was nothing going on between Steve and I before she could trust me.” Robin said, slowly getting more playful again as she spoke. You let out a voiceless ‘Oh’ with the nod of your head now understanding, a large knowing smile growing on your face.

“What’s with you two anyway? … If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked without even really thinking. You figured she might be uncomfortable talking about it with you but she actually answered.

“Nothing. Nothings going on, I… I have a boyfriend. Jonathan Byers,” you smiled to yourself at the name Byers as Nancy continued, “He’s just in California right now and things are happening and…” 

“And what about those two?” You asked, head pointing behind you when Nancy trailed off. You got the vibe she didn’t want to talk about Jonathan at this moment. 

“Yea, they’ve been together for a while, I’m pretty sure.” Nancy answered, focusing on her step. You smile though, glancing behind you as you walk. They made a good pair.

“What about you Y/n? Do you have anyone?” Robin asked, Nancy quickly giving her a distasteful look. 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Nancy said but you shook your head.

“It’s okay. I did, a good while ago now.” The two girl’s faces dropped with apologetic faces until you looked at them with a reassuring smile, “His name was Peter and we met at the lab but you know. It’s okay really.” 

You finally made it to Skull rock, stopping to catch your breath for a moment.

“Me too man… Me too.” You heard Eddie say when he saw you, face painted with confusion. “Is that… Nurse Y/n?”

“Why yes, yes it is.” Robin replied for you with a cheeky smile. 

Eddie explained his situation to the gang, eating and drinking like he’d been starved all day because he likely was. You leaned against one of the rocks just resting your feet.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah no, I… I know exactly what time it was.” Eddie replied, taking off his watch, “My walking wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27.” Nancy read out.

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey.”

“Which means what, exactly?”The genius Steve was asked.

“That, that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.” Nancy explained.

“Well, we’re one step closer - we know how Vecna attacks.” You butt in, trying to make the situation feel a little brighter.

“And where he attacks from.” Lucas added on.

“So we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down and drive a stake through his heart.” Max added sarcastically but you honestly just thought about how you didn’t want to have to go all the way back to that house again. They continued to talk about Vecna and then El came up in the conversation and you started to withdraw a little. 

“Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” Eddie called out and Lucas gave you a little thumbs up by his side to check on you at the mention of El. You smiled at the sweet gesture and nodded. 

Dustin stopped pacing and out of nowhere…

“BOOM!” You jumped a little where you stood, “Badda… Badda… boom. I was right. Skull rock was north.”

“Seriously? You’re serious. This is Skull Rock, Okay! You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now!” Steve was arguing back with Dustin and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and let out a little chuckle. They just couldn’t help themselves. 

“Yes. And no. This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheeler’s. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly but it started to slip the further east we went. NOW it’s waaay off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was wrong.” Dustin explains. 

“So you were using faulty equipment. You’re still wrong!” Steve retorted. You never thought you’d admit you were actually intrigued about a story of a compass. Dustin continued explaining his theory.

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?”

Any electromagnetic field.” Lucas answered with a look of realisation on his face.

“Yep. In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there's some super big magnet around here, or…” Everyone tensed up, slowly but surely starting to understand themselves.

“There's a gate.” Lucas finished Dustin's answer and you caught a glance with Nancy. 

“We’re nowhere near the lab.” She said wearily.

“What if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” 

“How, why?” Steve asked.

“No idea, all I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate.” Dustin continued, you stop for a moment and your eyes widened as Dustin kept talking, “And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.”

“The lake?” You muttered under your breath once Dustin finished talking. The two of you shared a knowing look and he flashed his compass at you before you both started walking back down.

“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just take a hike into the woods.” Steve yelled.

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Dustin stopped, turning to Eddie.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m being totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire... The Shire is burning.” Eddie stood up, “So Mordor it is.”

Surly enough you Followed Dustin back down to the lake where the compass led. Shortly after, the lot of you devised a plan, using Eddie’s boat to go out and actually see if the attack from last night left a gate. 

Eddie and Steve pulled the boat off the shore and helped Robin in to pass supplies. Nancy pulled you aside and asked if you could look after the kids if they went out there and in a serious moment, you swallowed the guilt and feeling of being selfish  shaking your head. 

“I need to see this gate.” The whole day, ever since you stood in the middle of Henry Creel’s room, you knew in the back of your mind that Vecna had something to do with Peter. You had to know what happened to him. Nancy stood still as you started to walk back to the boat, her jaw hanging open. You followed along this whole time for the sole purpose of looking after those kids and she just didn’t understand why all of sudden you had a change of heart.

“But -” She stuttered and it caught the attention of everyone else for a moment. 

“I… I can’t explain how or why I know this. Not right now but, I know Vecna has something to do with Peter. And the lab and El and… I need to go.” You looked to Lucas, quickly side-eying Max and nodded to him as a silent ask to look after her. He nodded back to you. The group was silent, only most of them knew the whole story of Peter but no one had the guts to question you.

“Who is Peter?” The only words that broke the silence as you got on the boat was a confused Eddie whispering to Robin.

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds four people tops, okay.” Dustin moved to get on the boat and Eddie stopped him.

“It’s better this way.” Nancy tried to justify it to Dustin, “Look out for Max and keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You keep an eye out.” Dustin retorted and you let out a snort, mouthing a silent ‘good one’ at him, “It’s my goddamn theory!”

“You heard Nance.” Robin said.

“WHO PUT HER IN CHARGE.” 

“I did.” You said moving to the end of the boat towards Dustin

“Look, there’s more snacks in my bag and… I can’t believe I’m doing this. Here, take these alright” You threw your house keys towards him to which you let out a sigh of relief when he caught them. You kept your hand out towards him, “Compass.”

Dustin let out a whine and threw you the compass then stepped back to let Steve push the boat into the water. Steve jumped on the boat before he could get his feet wet.

“YOU SAID FOUR!” Dustin yelled, unhappy again and Steve only replied by mouthing a ‘sorry’ to him.

“Bedtime at nine, kiddos!” Robin yelled and you let out a laugh before yelling out after a “Please be careful!”

You only made it a good few metres out there before you stopped.  The compass in your hand was completely freaking out like you’ve never seen before. Steve started to stand up and prepare himself to dive into the lake. 

“Somebody's gotta go down and check this out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… It’s gotta be me. No complaints, all right?” We let him have it. He took his shoes and shirt off, Eddie and I tied a flashlight in a plastic bag for him and he got ready. 

“Good luck.” Eddie said, handing Steve the bag.

“Thanks.” With that, he dived in. Placed a comforting hand on Nancy’s shoulder. And she didn’t reject it. We watched the light sink and sink until it was too faded. Nancy started counting the second on her watch.

“Where are we at, Wheeler.” An anxious Robin asked.

“Closing in on a minute.” An anxious Nancy replied. 

The boat fell into silence again. And for a moment, you tried your best not to let your heart sink before Steve did. But the boat rocked before you saw him back above water.

“Oh thank god.” you muttered.

“It’s more of a snack sized gate than the mama gate bit still, it’s pretty damn big.” Steve let out breathless before being dragged back into the water.

“STEVE!” All four of us yelled out in pure shock. Nancy was the first to jump in, without hesitation she started taking her shoes off and dove in. The rest of you followed off the boat, Eddie being last of course.

You’d never seen a place like it, the upside down. Especially after swimming to the bottom of that lake with a first aid kit in your hand, the place was freezing and smelt funny. Worse than any ointment you’ve encountered.

None of that matter when you caught the sight of Steve on the ground being attacked by massive bats. Nancy charged at him with the ore of the row boat in her hand. The rest of us followed and continued fighting for our dear little lives.

You dragged Steve away from the scene to look after his wounds, the others following soon after. Your brain was completely foggy and the only thing you remember form that moment was Robin rambling something about Steve getting rabies.

“Guys...” Nancy warned the group, movements stunned. You looked up and saw a large figure just on the horizon. Your stomach sunk, you assumed it was Vecna. Surely. There was no one else in the upside down that we knew of right?

“Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.” Eddie started to freak out, not to say you weren’t either but he vocalised it for you. He was pacing back and forth and letting out the most nervous, fearful laughter you’ve ever heard, “there’s no way, this is RIDICULOUS.”

“We’re gonna die.” Robin muttered.

“We gotta go.” Nancy said, finally coming to her sense, “GUYS WE HAVE TO GO.” 

The lot of you were trying to get up, Nancy and Eddie helping Steve to his feet and Robin helping you pack up your supplies. The lot of you frantic until you heard a voice. 

“Y/n.” It called your name in its deep, scratchy voice. There was a hint of confusion in his voice. All five of you turned to face the creature when you heard it, so taken aback to hear him speak out of its scary confident, manipulative tone.

You stood up to face it, hoping you might be able to stall for the kids to make run away, this gestured by your hand flicking away down by your side. They caught on soon enough, scurrying to gather their things. In the meantime you walked closer to the thing. You figured at this moment you had little to live for except to look after these kids. That was until you looked into its eyes and you realised why you needed to be here.

“Peter.” You breathed out. His state was so intense but so familiar. you were so sure of it. “Peter?”

He watched you;  he missed watching your every thought play out on your face. You’re face played out complete shock to complete terror and concerned. He wasn’t the same person you knew, he was never someone you knew. 

You stepped closer to him. The four teenagers behind you planning to run had stopped to watch for a moment. Three of them held a face completely drained of colour, out of fear or sympathy or whatever, whatever it was, Eddie couldn’t match it. Instead he watched on as this insane person was willing walking towards the most terrifying creature he’s ever seen, calling him Peter and sounding almost relieved. Nancy had to usher him away, promising to explain later. 

“Y/n.” He repeats in his calm tone. You reached your arm out to him and instinctively he did too in return. With little to no hesitation, you placed your hand on his. His touch was slimy and textured and cold. What you could barely call skin was crawling under you.

You met eyes with him again swallowing all your pride and almost a decade of trying to get over him deep down. He was much taller than you remembered but reaching up on your tippy toes, you coaxed him into placing a soft kiss on what was left of his lips to which he bent down for. In an uncanny way, his kiss hadn’t changed, despite his appearance and everything that had happened, the kiss felt like nothing normal but for what it was, it felt like the Peter you knew. Memories started to cloud your mind of him again. 

“I missed you.” It was all you could find the mind to say. A foul tasting residue from his skin dripping down your neck.

“I know.”

You didn’t even think to check but the four teens behind you had only just started running after seeing the scene that just unfolded behind you. There was no time for questions but there will certainly need to be answers later. Answer none of them knew if you’d be alive to give. 

“What happened?” 

“I was set free.” He said it was a matter of factly, trying to fix the cracks in his mannerisms you’d started to break.

“The missing children. Everything… Was it all you?” He transformed into Peter. The Peter you used to know and a single tear started to fall from your eye. His gentle, warm human touch pulled your head to his chest. His touch was still slimy and foul but if you let go of your mind enough, it felt like it once did. 

“It is the most freedom I have ever known and I do not expect you to understand.” Your heart audibly cracked into two. “But I know you will try. I have lived many lives y/n. And very little has made a difference to what I truly am. Your presence has only played a small role in my being. I am not the Peter you thought of me as.”

Your tears were pooling in your eyes so that every blink would send out a new drop down your cheek. You couldn’t find any words to say so you said the words you wished to say to him ever since, “I know. And I still love you.”

“Sweet y/n.” He caressed your hair. Somehow he couldn’t let you go, just not now at least. “You are and will always be the purest specimen I’ve found yet.”

He held your waist, so light the way you swore you remember it. You thought about this moment every single night that it was less of a memory and became a fantasy once more. Your gaze was exactly as he remembered it. 

He did think about you, often. Too often. Being with you was the most powerful he’d ever felt, even to this day and yet the most like an equal he;s ever felt to anyone. While brewing in his solitude and hatred, he cringes thinking back to the side you brought out in him. But now, having you back, that side seems to bubble back up to the surface like nothing ever changed. And he wanted to be your Peter again.

“I’m not the Peter you think I am.” He repeated, his voice softened.

“I know.” He wiped the tears from your cheek and left his hand on your jaw. And he kissed you once more. You cried into his lips and gripped him tight. For a short moment you let yourself forget and let it believe you’d gotten him back. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted to ignore everything you found out he’s done and just have him back.

You gave him love that his inner child so greatly craved, so badly he desired you that not even his greater conscience could keep it together. And then he remembered how he left you and he aches for you. Your soft delicate hands on this human skin in your mind reminded him how good you felt and all the feelings flooding back again. 

His hands landed on the button of your jeans and you let him take them off you. Lifting you up, legs around his hips and pressing you up against the nearest surface. He worked on his own pants now and you just watched him. You know the deeper you let this go, the harder it’ll be to return to reality.

Your eyes were closed in thought but the moment he entered you, you returned to reality. You weren’t ready for it, it was rough but there was no turning back now.

He was moving like there was no tomorrow, hands steadied on the wall your back was up against and head hanging low. He seemed as though he needed this more than you.

The tears were still spilling from your eyes but you were more composed than you were moments before. With a tight grip to the back of his shirt you called out for him. 

“Peter!” It wasn’t a call of pleasure by any means and he whipped his head up to look at you. His eyes were frantic, so desperate that they searched your face, deep into your eyes for any sign of pleasure. Something was different, something was wrong. It wasn’t like the last time, this was wrong but he didn’t know what. 

You placed your hands on his jaw, asking him to stop moving to which he listened. You took in a deep breath, then let it go. 

You took in another deep breath - rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb - then let it go again. Your eyes were soft and forgiving and never once leaving his. He took the next breath in with you, his chest rising against you and letting go together. 

“Good… Peter.” He heard your slight hesitation before Peter fell off his lips, you knew there was more to him then what you knew but right now he wanted to just be your Peter. Out of all the lives he lived, he always felt Peter was the weakest. But right now, it was the only version of himself he could feel. Not Henry, not 001, not Vecna. You made him Peter and Peter was desperate. Peter was desperate for validation, Peter was desperate to heal his inner child and Peter was at your mercy in pleasure and temptation that he knew no other version of himself would give into. 

“I want to be your Peter.” He was breathing deeply like you coached him too. He let his forehead rest against yours. 

“Go. My Peter.” And he did, slowly this time.  You were ready this time and less afraid. You relaxed around him. This time brought a new meaning then the last time he experienced this with you. But he missed your hums and moans, and the way your eyelid fluttered. It all felt easier with you.

His hands found your warm, soft waist again. His fingers were burning to the touch as much as his gaze along your jaw. It wasn’t long before he was pulling gentle moans out of you and himself likewise. His thumb trailed to your clit like you once taught him and you let out a particularly long sigh at the feeling.

“You’re a quick learner.” You couldn’t hold back your chuckle at this whole situation. He let out a chuckle too, a genuine little laugh that was entirely involuntary and unplanned. Something within  him snapped at that moment.

Deep within his thoughts, he rutted into you. The further he ventured, the rougher his movement built. You made him laugh, he could laugh. It’s been a decade of ingenuous emotion and feelings, and this person makes him laugh like it’s nothing. He knew he had to keep you this time. The Peter in him was slowly mixing with Vecna, as though one version of himself had taught the other how to feel pleasure and sympathy. He thought of the way he left you and hurt you the way he was hurt and he knew he couldn’t leave you again. The Vecna he was now desired you as much as Peter did. 

“Ooah!” You let out with a particularly hard thrust, hand steady on his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have left you there alone.” He admitted in a completely bitter spit of his tongue. “I won’t leave you again.” 

“I sh-“ he pounded into you, “couldn’t” again, “of left,” again, “you.” 

There was no rhythm or pattern to his thrust, the man was desperate.

“It’s okay Peter.” He covered your mouth with his hand and he stopped moving. You fell onto his shoulder, panting and desperate to catch your breath. 

“I was never your Peter but I am your Henry now.” You looked at him, hesitant and a little afraid at his sudden change. You woke up in that moment, he was no longer this human vision he hid from you as he was the creature you’d seen before holding you, inside of you.  He watched your face intensely. He wanted you to face reality and stay with him, he wanted you by his side. 

“H- HenryYOAgh” you stuttered in mild hesitation until he rammed into again. That was all he needed to hear from you.

“I need you,” “stay with me,” “I can’t lose you again,” “I can’t lose this feeling,” “I can’t let them ruin you,” 

“It’s okay, Henry.” You were afraid but melted into him. Him like this truly made you feel guilty, that you’d give in so easily like you have no morals but you did in fact consider for a moment doing anything he asked of you. But he was right, he wasn’t the Peter you knew. 

“I have to set you free y/n.” “I have to keep you with me always.” 

He was slamming into you, ripping scream after scream from you. His voice was husky and he smelt absolutely foul but you gripped him like there was no tomorrow. 

Your hands were slipping down his arms and before you could even register what was going on, you undid completed.

“Just like that Y/n.” He repeated, holding you and taking you through your climax. Once satisfied, he carried you in his arms bridal style, coaxing you to sleep in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your complete and utter trust.

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Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Typical show violence, cursing. No smut or anything akin to it I just don’t want minors on my page. Really no warnings for this except that it might suck a little. I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to update I thought I wanted to add more to it but I re-read it and thought this would be a good place to stop. I hope you like it! Users that didn’t link to an account have been removed from the taglist.

“Watch out!” You spun around hearing Nancy’s voice calling out you, narrowly dodging one of those bat things as it came flying at you. When you straightened up and it came back, the gripped the broken oar in your hand tightly and hit the bat as hard as you could, causing it to slam into the ground, when it started to try and fly away at you again, failing because you’d broken its wing, you hit it several more times until it stopped moving.

God why did you come down here? Eddie was right! You should’ve just stayed up there! This was ridiculous!

After swimming through the gate, you’d been in this… apocalyptic dystopia type of universe with weird vines everywhere and apparently evil bats living in it. God you were hoping these guys were just crazy or something, but of course it’s true.

And it was obvious from the way they were all fighting they were definitely used to it, which gave you hope that maybe everything would turn out okay… and maybe you could ease up on the attitude a bit, they were just trying to help after all.

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You were huddled underneath that stupid damn rock again, god if you never saw this thing again it’d be too soon. Eddie was climbing on stuff, getting a better look at the “Upside Down” as they’d called it, now that you’d come through the portal it made a loooot more sense.

It was like Hawkins but... dysopianated, was that a word? You didn't know, frankly you didn't really care either, you just wanted to be back home, you wanted Eddie to wake you up, tell you it was just a bad dream, that it was going to be okay, but you weren't waking up and you weren't home. You were stuck in Hell with people you didn't even like until an hour ago.

"So... this place is like Hawkins.." "But with monsters and nasty shit, yes, Eddie." You rubbed your face and put your head between your knees. "Watch out for the vines-" you lifted your head and looked over when you heard Nancy's voice. "It's a hive mind." You raised a brow and watched as Eddie froze on the tree trunk he'd climbed onto. "What?"

"All the vines, the bats. It's a hive mind. You step on a vine you step on Vecna." You scoffed and looked at the ground, which was covered in the damn things. "Of course." You shook your head. "Shit..." Eddie climbed off the trunk carefully and made his way over to you.

"You okay?" You looked at Eddie as he put a hand on your back and squinted at him a little. "Right.. stupid question." He mumbled softly before gently pulling you into his side. Once you were sure the bats were gone, you all stood up. "We're gonna need weapons." "No shit, Sherlock."

“Well- I mean this place is just Hawkins, right? So we can just go to the police and get, like, guns and grenades and whatever we need, right?” “That’s a good idea, Robin, but I’m pretty sure Hawkins PD doesn’t have grenades.” Steve rolled his eyes as the five of you pondered how to get some guns.

“We don’t need Hawkins PD’s guns… I’ve got guns. In my bedroom.” You and Eddie looked at Nancy with wide eyes at her admission. “You, Nancy Wheeler have guns-“ “-plural-“ “in your bedroom?”

"Yeah. A revolver and a Russian Makarov." You and Eddie looked at eachother and then Nancy. "Wow." You said in unison. "Almost shot me with that Smith and Wesson." "You almost deserved it." (I mean, not really Nancy but its fine) You made a face at the look they were giving eachother and cleared your throat loudly as Eddie threw his jacket in Steve's face. "For your modesty, dude."

As you started to make your way to the Wheeler house Steve stumbled and leaned on Skull Rock. Robin and Nancy were at his side immediately while you and Eddie hung back and watched from the sidelines, Robin rambling about Rabies while Nancy ripped the bottom of her sweater to use it to “plug” Steve’s bites. “Just let me know if you start hallucinating or you wanna punch me in the face or something.” “Robin?” “Yeah?” “I kinda wanna punch you in the face.” Robin out a little laugh. “At least your sense of humors intact. That’s a good sign.”

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"What do you mean they don't exist yet?!" You'd just gotten to Nancy's, only to realize her guns weren't where she kept them, after getting snarky about having a toddler in the house she started to put several things together and come to the conclusion:

"The Upside Down is stuck in 1983." You and Eddie loked at her like she'd grown a second head. "What does that even mean?" "It means... we aren't gonna find my-"

"DUSTIN! HEY! DUSTIN!" Looking at eachother the four of you realized Steve was missing from your little group and was for some reason yelling for Dustin downstairs.

Steve was spinning around, he looked like a crazy person with the way his head snapped around. “Dustin! Guys! It’s Henderson!” The four of you glanced at eachother as Steve continued to look around.

“…. Maybe he does have rabies.” Robin mumbled, swallowing thickly as you, Nancy, and Eddie glanced at her with a weird expression before looking back at Steve again.

“He could be hallucinating- it’s one of the symptoms I don’t hear-” “sh.” Nancy turned her head towards Robin and then after a second started looking around. “I heard him.”

You frowned and glanced at Eddie. Were they fucking wi- “Dustin?” You looked around with a frown, Dustin’s voice fading in and out as the five of you looked around for the kid.

“I swear to god if he snuck in here I’m gonna ki-” “guys look.” You frowned, pointing to the chandelier above the dining table, which had a orange-ish glow around it. What the hell is going on with this place. “What is that..?” Nancy stepped close and stared at the chandelier for a second before looking around. “Does anyone know Morse Code?” “No.” “Uh-uh.” “Eddie can do S.O.S.” “It counts?” You looked at Eddie quickly with a wide eyed, surprised expression and blinked a couple times. “… yes, honey. It counts.” You nodded.

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It was always funny to watch people interact with Dustin. He was snarky and sarcastic and it surprised a lot of people because he came off so timid and sweet, at least to you. Right now you could hear him shouting through the thin barrier between Hawkins and the Upside Down at the others for never trusting him.

"Kid needs an attitude adjustment." "It's his tone, right?" "Totally!" You rolled your eyes with a small laugh and shook your head.

"Okay so... how far is your trailer?" Nancy looked at you and Eddie. "Seven miles." "How are we supposed to get seven miles without those damn things catching us?"

"Nancy- don't you have bikes?" You all looked at Nancy as she nodded. "Yeah." you looked at Robin when you realized what she was suggesting, and then you realized there'd on be four bikes, which meant you'd have to ride on the handlebars of whichever bike Eddie ended up using.

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And that was a lot easier said than done. Riding on the handlebars of a bike require a lot of balance, which you only had a little bit of. So, naturally you and Eddie bickered quietly about you staying still. "Have you ever ridden on a pair of handlebars, Eddie? It's not easy." "It's gotta be easier than you're making it seem." "Then why aren't you the one sitting here?" "Because I'm a gentleman, as if I'm gonna let you ride me around." He shook his head and you rolled your eyes. Of course he'd say something like that. “Gentlemen don’t complain when the trek was their idea.” Eddie huffed a little at that and the rest of the ride to the trailer park was silent.

When you got there you all rushed inside to see glob thing on the ceiling, and then something poking it. “What the hell is-“ you jumped back when whatever it was stabbed through and gunk fell to the floor. “… gross.”

You all stepped forward and looked up, shaking your head as you were met with the grinning faces of the kids, Dustin waving enthusiastically. You waved and smiled sarcastically. “You gonna get us out of here or what?” You put your hands on your hips. “Geez I’m getting to that. You can’t pretend to be excited to see us?” Dustin pouted as you rolled your eyes. “I’m more focused on getting out of this hell hole.”

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You went after Eddie, climbing the rigged sheet-rope and then tumbling down onto the mattress, groaning and laughing breathlessly. “… that was fun.” You took Eddie’s hand and stood up, clearing your throat. “Alright. Nancy, Steve. Come on.” You looked up and froze when you saw Steve frantically trying to wake up Nancy, shaking her shoulders violently and screaming in her face.

Immediately you all started looking for something for Nancy to listen to, anything that might have her favorite song on it, whatever the hell that was. How does no one know her favorite song? "Guys! Steve says you need to hurry!" "No shit, Erica!" "What are you guys even looking for?"

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!" Robin screamed, holding up one of Eddie's Iron Maiden tapes. Eddie yanked the tape from her hand and screamed. "THIS IS MUSIC!!"

"Shut the fuck up!" You screamed. "How are you going to help Nancy if your head is so far up your ass about what is and isn't music! Just shut up and find something! You guys are supposed to be the fucking experts here, remember?!" "This is our first time dealing with-" "I don't fucking care! Get your heads out of your asses!" You snatched the Iron Maiden tape from Eddie and slammed it down onto the nightstand just as Steve yelled. "Guys! Quick!"

Running back to the portal you all looked up and saw Steve holding Nancy's shoulders, Nancy was laying on the ground, a terrified look on her face as she looked between Steve and the portal.

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Once Steve and Nancy were on your side of the portal, you all went to Max's house across the street so Nancy could talk about what she'd seen and why the hell she woke up but no one else had.

It turns out, Vecna, One, whatever the hell his name was, had shown Nancy his childhood, being found by Dr. Brenner, whoever the hell he was, how he was trying to make other children just like him, and the plan he was working towards. It sounded... absolutely fucking terrifying, it had seriously fucked up Nancy, she'd practically had a breakdown the secod you were in Max's house.

You were pacing back and forth behind her, arms crossed with one thumbnail stuck between your teeth. "We've got to go back in." You stopped and turned to face her quickly, letting out a sound that was oddly close to a laugh, but more like a scoff of disbelief than anything else. "Absolutely not. We are not going back in there. Are you insane?" You looked at Nancy and then everyone else. Thankfully, Steve and Eddie were all for not going back inside.

No one else seemed to share those same concerns. "We've gotta go back in... if that's where Vecna is.. and everything he showed me was true... we need to go back in and put an end to this. To him." You shook your head and let out another sarcastic life. "Okay, so, we're just gonna march in there with your little macrov and your little revolver? Avoid the feaky ass bats, the creepy ass vines all over the ground. And then we're find Vecna, and kill him. That's your plan?" "Pretty much." "Oh- well- in that case." You scoffed and walked outside, slamming the door behind you as that feeling started to settle in your stomach again.

This time, your hands shook as you reached into the jacket Eddie had haphazardly thrown over you as you were leaving the trailer, thanking god the half a cigarette you'd left in the pocket was still there. You dug around in your pockets for a lighter. Of course, you didn't have one in your pocket, luckily though you could see one glistening just a little in the sunlight a few feet away from you.

So, you went over and bent down to pick it up. When you did everything aorund you got gray and you could hear a loud chime. You straightened up and looked around quickly with a deep frown on your face. When you looked back down at the lighter in your hand it erupted into a bunch of spiders, crawling all over your arm. You screamed and tried to shake them off your arm, after you got them off you spun around to go back inside. Fuck that noise.

When you turned around Max was standing there, frowning at you. "Are you alright?" She looked at the ground in front of you, hesitantly you looked back... and saw the lighter, perfectly existant and spider free. You blinked a couple times and looked at Max slowly, nodding hesitantly and clearing your throat. "Mhm.. yeah, yeah I'm fine." You reached down, your hand hovering over the lighter for a second before you picked it up and used it to light your cigarette, flicking it a couple times before a tiny little flame, the last of the fuel, sprouted from the top, flickered long enough for you to light your cigarette, and then went out again.

Max didn't seem convinced, frowning a bit before nodding slowly. "Well.. Eddie says you guys know a place where we can get weapons?" You nodded a little. "Mhm.. War Zone Surplus." You mumbled, staring at the cherry of your cigarette. "... how you holdin' up?" You asked softly, looking her over a little worriedly as the two of you meandered back to the trailer, you kept the walk slow, not wanting to be cooped up in there again so soon. "About as good as I can.. y'know its.. probably not wise for you to be hanging out by yourself out here.. especially if the cops come back by. They're looking for both of you."

"Yeah... yeah I know." You sighed heavily. "I just.. have this feeling." You shrugged a little. ".. what feeling?" You glanced at Max and opened and closed your mouth before finally speaking. "... like it's not gonna go our way.. like we're going to lose everything.. for absolutely nothing." You looked away with a frown, clearing your throat. "I mean.. if he can get into our heads to make us see shit... who says he's not getting in there to see our plan?" Your frown deeped as that feeling in your stomach worsened. God you could puke.

You could tell from the look on Max's face that she hadn't even considered the thought. Which makes it a very really possibility, which terrifies you and has that bile pushing at the base of your esophaguse. "... Who says he is, though? Seems like he's a little preoccupied with his plan, right?" You shrugged a little and flicked the cigarette away with a heavy sigh. "Yeah maybe."

When the two of you stepped into the trailer Eddie, who'd been explaining they could find just about anything there, looked at you quickly and made his way over to you while they looked over the map and started muttering to themselves what they needed.

"You okay?" Eddie rubbed your arms with a frown as you nodded. "Yeah, Eds, I just... I've got a bad feeling." You said softly, shrugging a little. "I thought it was because of Chrissy but.. I think it's about him." You frowned, leaning into Eddie a little, he always made you feel comfortable. "Hey.. we're gonna kick his ass, alright? He's not getting away with that and he's not getting Red. Hear me? He's not getting any of us." He whispered.

You took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Yeah... he's not getting any of us." Why couldn't you believe him?

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Stranger things incorrect quotes that came from the mileven discord server.

Mike: All a cute girl has to do is talk to me and I’m smitten

Mike: I’m trying to be funny over text with her WHY AM I TRYING TO BE FUNNY

Lucas: UR A COMEDIAN U GOT THIS

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Max: HAPPY WOMENS DAY WHO WANTS TO KISS ME???

El: ME ME ME ME

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Steve: WAIT I THOUGHT DUBAI WAS IN THE US.. OH WAIT I MEAN DETROIT

Robin:STEVE

Steve: I AM BAD AT GEOGRAPHY

Robin: I MEAN ME TOO BUT I HAVENT MIXED UP DETROIT AND DUBAI

Steve: BUT THEY BOTH HAVE “D” AND “T”

Robin: WHERE IS THE “T” STEVE

Robin: THEY BOTH HAVE AN “I”

Steve: IDK WHERE I WAS GOIN WITH THAT

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Nancy: My thirteen year old brother was bit by another child at school today and tbh it's hysterical

Jonathan: I hope your brother is okay

Nancy: He's fine, the kid didn't have anything contagious but it is so funny

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Lucas: GET OUTTA MY BRAIN

Mike: NO ITS COMFY HERE

Lucas: WE ARE THE SAME

Mike: LITRALLY LIKE OUR MINDS ARE MERGED

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Mike: I’m in my Emo era now Lucas I’m so srry

Max: I knew I smelled an Emo

Lucas: Smh

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Erica: Where else are we gonna talk smack

Dustin: This seems dangerous

Dustin: But maybe a group chat

Steve: Dangerous=great idea

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El: Max is a tsundere

El: A cat if you will

Lucas:El, she is absolutely a tsundere.

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Will: What do y’all think Els favorite fruit is

Mike: Huh…literally the only thing I can think of is pineapple.

Erica: Max

Lucas: ERICA

Erica: A M I WRONG

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Mike: I’m a feminist babyyyyy

El: I thought you said "I do believe in the glorification of murder" and I was like Mike what

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Lucas: Lemme just…

*swoops in and takes your phone*

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Max: I would actually roundhouse kick you

Lucas: HEYY I wanna see the collection

Max: You haven’t mastered Maxology yet

Lucas: REALLY??? BUT WE ARE MARRIED

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Erica: Literally can’t keep our names out their nasty unwashed yellow ass mouths

Dustin: PLSSSSSS

Robin: ASDFGHJKLAAA ERICA

Erica: I’m just saying the facts

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Steve: “Confusing situation”. It wasn’t confusing. You got scammed.

Robin: Steve really said "fuck them kids"

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Lucas: Still thinking about this tweet

Lucas: There are only two paths you can take in life: comedy or cats

Lucas: I’m really fucking funny but I love cats. I am a rebel.

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Mike: I REMEMBER IN MY CIVICS CLASS THIS GUY SAID THAT WE “need racism” TO KEEP “natural order” THE WHOLE CLASS WENT SILENT

Lucas: What the actual fuck

Mike: Like our class was split 50/50 with liberals and republicans, and even THEY went quiet, he was one of the only guys who spoke up and everything he would say would be so out of pocket

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Joyce: My cousin was pushed down the stairs because she wore lion king galaxy leggings in Highschool and I’m just like damn were they that bad?

Joyce: MY HIGHSCHOOL WAS JUST AWFUL

Nancy: THATS FUCKING INSANE WHAT

Joyce: She’s good now

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Mike: HOW ARE HER EYES LITERALLY SPARKLING

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Max: Mike is gonna have such an inflated sense of how funny he is because of her

Lucas: No legit he is

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Lucas: Why do my fingers always smell like cheese when I'm done with washing the dishes

Lucas: It goes away with soap so I'm not that concerned but why

Max: Do you wear gloves??

El: NO I DONT

Max: LOCKING YOU UP RN

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El: YOURE SO FUNNY

Mike: ITS IN MY JEANS

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Steve: Weenie is such a Dustin word

Steve: Like whenever I see Weenie I just think Dustin

Dustin: It’s such a funny word: weenie

Steve: Some might even call it…strange

Steve: Get it? Cause strange and stranger tingz *coughs*

Robin: I-

Steve: shush

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Nancy: You had to apologize? YOU WERE PUSHED OUT A WINDOW!

Nancy: Like, sharing is caring, but also, DON'T PUSH PEOPLE OUT THE WINDOW!

Robin: I KNOW BUT LUCKILY BENJAMINS SISTER APOLOGIZED TOO SO WE’RE GOOD NOW

Nancy: Oh, okay. Cool. As long as they apologized, too.

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Will: Been helping a friend of mine with relationship issues (despite my limited experience) and she sorta kinda ignored the advice we’ve been giving her and on one hand it’s funny but on the other hand all I can see is it ending in flames

Will: Her: “I think I wanna break up with him.”

Us: “Okay, you’re emotions are running very high right now. Give it a week, ask for some space, think everything over.”

*Less than 48 hours later*

Her: “I broke up with him.”

Us: “Okay, that was probably the right decision. Give each each other some space and maybe you can rekindle a friendship at some point.”

Her: “I also sent him a text saying I didn’t want us to be over.”

Us: “…why????”

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Steve: Toxic masculinity? Excuse me? Have you seen Billy?

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Jonathan: yes I said lobe

Argyle: LoBe

Argyle: What a funny word

Steve:SHURSH

Jonathan and Argyle: Lobe lobe lobe lobe lobeeee

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Mike: LIKE I PROMISE I DONT WANNA KISS EVERYONE WHO I LOOK AT

El: I wanna kiss u bae

Mike: Omg im BLUSHINGGG

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Robin: Me not watching 4 lecture videos for bio and then testing for it tomorrow

Steve: Listen I got u with bio

Steve: So the mitochondria right? It’s the powerhouse of the cell

Robin: My professor asked me what fiber was and I literally had no idea what it was so I just said: isn’t it in blueberries to make you poop??

Steve: I mean ur not wrong

Robin: I thought we would be learning about cells and animal stuff I MISS HIGH SCHOOL BIO

Steve: Isnt fiber in cells

Steve: Like it’s tissue in muscles or something right

Robin: All I know is fiber helps you poop.

Argyle: I’m not goin to act like I know shit

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Max: Sometimes women are so pretty I wanna start crying

Max: Idk it might be time for my annual sexual orientation crisis

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Steve: For the first time in the history of college people came to me for help on an assignment and I hope to god i didn’t blow it

Dustin: I bet u did great

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Done….for now? Also this is all original quotes, if you want to use them, please credit me.

-Sel💜





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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 4

Gif Caption: top gif - Thor and Loki from Marvel. bottom gif- Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dinah Madani (briefly MCU), Black Panther (briefly, MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)

A/n: this is the most crackhead things are going to get

Warnings: Billy bleeds and is injured, emotions, Neil hit billy >:(

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Frank drove off as soon as you got in the car.

It was silent ride.

You were trying to hide your crying

It was just too much with everything going on

Between the freshly beaten bullies and now adults bullying you

It wasn't nessacary that it was the words.

Its the fact that you can't do anything about it

"You okay kid?"

"Uh...I think I just lost my only friends..." she smiled weakly, "And I think Im really fucked because of it..."

He looked over at her as she sniffled, wipping stray tears, "Hey. Hey. They are you're friends. Those are the friends you want. Whats his name? Steve? Steve Harrington? With the three added inches because of his hair?"

Y/n chuckled and nodded still crying, "He's a friend. He's someone that's got your back. And what he did? What he did back there while you were in the bathroom? He did what he was suppose too. He stood up for you. Alright?"

Y/n nodded, a heavy plate being set in her lap as she sniffled looking down, "You stole the pie back?"

"You bet damn right I stole the pie back." Frank spoke causing Y/n to laugh, "that's my damn pie dish alright?"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

"Probally only fuckin thing that had flavor too." Frank contuined pulling two forks out his pocket.

"You stole there silverware!?" Y/n laughed.

"Come on. They should be glad I didn't use it!" Frank spoke his voice raising the warmth of laughter as it filled his chest.

"Midani's gonna come for you because you stole silverware watch!" Y/n laughed.

"Let her try!" He laughed Y/n cutting into the pie and taking a big bite.

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "This is good."

Y/n took another bite, "Like really damn good! Mhm! I feel bad the kids didn't get any!"

"Come on give me a bite."

Frank for sure did know how to cheer you up

Even if you'd be in a sugar induced coma after comfort eating most of the pie.

He doesn't care. He can always make another fucking pie. He'll make you 20 as long as your happy.

You both go home and change into actual comfortable clothing and watch a movie

You've had a long day so you'd fall asleep to some crappy western pretty damn quick

He'd pick you up and put you in bed, kissing your temple before leaving you to sleep.

A few hours pass by before theres knocking on the window .

It makes your stir at first but soon it wakes you up and you get up.

"Hargrove?" Y/n asked head sticking out the window,"what time is it?"

"You okay?" He asked, Y/n nodded.

"Y...yeah...just been stressful recently." Y/n told leaning on the window seal, "Just my breaking point I guess."

Billy nodded, looking up at her slightly, "c...can you help me..."

It meek and soft, scared of being hurt.

Y/n looked at him concered,"who the fuck am I kidding I shouldn't...fuck."

Y/n reached for the flashlight beside her bed and turned it on directing it towards Billy.

"Holy Shit!" Y/n cursed, Billy's eyebrow split along with his lip and a bloody nose.

"Seems like everything that happened at dinners my fault..." he admitted, "I. Fuck. I kept lookin off. Ya know?"

"Come on." Y/n spoke holding her hand out as he grabbed it, Y/n helping him in and letting him sit on the bed while she turned the big light on, and went under her bed to grab first aid.

"I kept spacin out..." he told her she sitting next to him, "and I knew I should. But I kept doin it. I didn't mean to be starin at Wheeler. I."

"Hey. No need to explain it to me." Y/n smiled small, "Dont feel forced alright?"

Billy nodded, "i got mad." He explained.

"I got mad. I didnt say anything. I got mad because It should of been me. I should've stood up for you. Not Harrington." Billy started, "I should of stoped it. I knew it. I knew it was happening and I sat there. And I listened."

Y/n frowned, as Billy's eyes glazed over: "I. I know how it is. You. You don't."

"I know-"

"That's it!" Billy spoke, "You don't know. And I don't want you to know. I. You're my. Fuck...I."

"Billy." Y/n called softly, finger on his chin guiding it in her direction for her to clean it, putting a butterfly bandage near the corner of his upper lip.

"You're my...You're my city bird..." He finally croaked out, tears that filled his eyes fell from baby blues down his face.

"Hey...hey..." Y/n coaxed calmly, "I'm not goin anywhere. Im not."

She wipped a tear away, "and you're the only one that gets to call me the stupid as shit nickname."

He stiffled a laugh as Y/n smiled, "That nicknames so fuckin stupid ya know that?" She contuined.

"Sound like a damn piegon."

He chuckled as Y/n contuined to clean his face, the blood had stopped but she still had to address the eyebrow split.

"Damn. Hargrove were you always this pretty?" Y/n teased he rolling his eyes in response.

"Mad that I look better beat up than you?"

There he was. Billy Hargrove, back in action with his eye rolls and playful tone. Y/n knew part of it was an act a spacegoat: but she knew there was a part few got to see.

She finsihed cleaning his face and helping him disinfect everything. Kissing his head softly she smiled against his skin. Pulling away just enough for him to raise his gaze.

His nose grazing against her's just slightly as eyelids hung low. Billy's hand lifting up to hold the side of Y/n's neck as he leaned forward the beginning edge of there brow bones resting against one another with closed eyes. He was soft with his touch as he pushed forward, his lips pushing against hers, her lips tasted like apple pie.

But it didnt last long, they both mutually pulling away. That...didn't feel right...to neither of you.

Why?

"Did you?" Y/n asked quietly, and Billy shook his head.

"You?" Billy questioned softly, as Y/n shook her head no.

"Fuck...I can't loose you..." Billy spoke, "I. I can't."

"Im still here. I told you I wasnt going anywhere."

And thats when you guys became Plantonic soul mates

The only reason Billy kissed you was because well he's never had emotions this strong

He could tell you: I love you but kissing you. It was wrong. The kissing? Oh yeah that was great. It was the "you" part

Which made no sense to him because for a straight fact he knew he loved you.

So he's like: b i t c h what are these feelings

Safety and Security Billy, safety and security

You both were surpised you talked about it afterward, still the pinky promise dumbasses you both are

He still likes the head kissing though, or the kiss cheek.

Its the romance factor that just doesn't work.

You guys have a little pinky promise hand shake now,

Billy wont admit it but you're everything to him, and he knows he's everything to you: after all you said it too him

Yet unfortunately he's gotta leave, and you let him back out the window

"Sleep Tight City Bird." Billy spoke looking back up at her.

"Sleep Tight Hargrove." Y/n spoke holding out her pinky as he stiffled a smile, raising and interlocking pinkies with her.

And you watched him walk off into the darkness of the woods, most likely back to the main road.

You cleaned up and went to bed afterward.

You need the sleep: You're just exhausted from everything

Luckily no one woke you up for school-

Wait, No one woke you up for school?

She looked at the alarm clock beside her, school started thirty minutes ago, "SHIT!" She cursed now fully awake and running around, luckily she had washed all that makeup off the day before.

Hopping on one foot as she tried tying her shoe, she fell against the door, its opening, and her body followed, ending on the floor.

"The hell," Frank spoke.

"School! I'm late!" Y/n argued standing up, but there sat Steve Harrington, and the Wheeler siblings, with cups of hot coffee, and a cup of hot chocolate for mike.

"Well, morin to you too." Steve spoke drinking from his mug, "And happy fall break."

Oh...

"fall break!?" Y/n asked looking at the calendar, fall break was indeed in full swing.

you had been relieved as Frank pulled a chair for you to sit down while he was making breakfast.

He also stuck a cup of coffee in front of you

They had come to make sure you were alright, Steve especially, and he apologized to his mom like five times

"I'm really sorry."

"No Don't be." Y/n spoke sipping her coffee, "It's not your fault."

"And your sure your okay?" Nancy asked, "It's not every day an ordinary person takes a mental beating like that so easy."

Y/n nodded, "I...yeah, I got it."

"of course she's okay!" Mike argued, "She's taken bigger beatings from villains!"

So Mike thought you were a hero, just in hiding, and laid it all out for you: who and how you became an undercover superhero he had a very original origin story planned for you

It made you feel good, a kid being a kid: a happy kid

"but it's obvious you have a rival in the superhero world, is it Iron Man!? Captain America! I bet it's Black Panther."

Y/n laughed, "No. I haven't seen the King of Wakanda in new york for some time."

"You know Black Panther?!" Mike asked, Y/n half nodding.

"Brief visit," Y/n spoke.

"She knows Black Panther," Mike told his sister with a stupidly happy smile on his face.

"I know Mike, I can hear her."

Y/n smiled and took a drink of coffee, a brief visit meant getting thrown off a cliff by him.

Frank made breakfast for you all, waffles and everything

He likes your friends: he has a certain respect for Steve too

especially after that dinner

"You should come trick or treating with us!" Mike suggested.

"Me?" Y/n asked digging into her eggs.

Mike nodded, "yeah! Your super cool!"

Y/n smiled and looked at Frank who shrugged, whatever she wanted.

"Yeah. That sounds like fun." Y/n smiled, "I'd love to."

"Sweet! The guys would love you."

You guys spend your morning talking: Frank truly getting to know your friends, they all thought he was pretty cool too: especially with being in the service in the past and all

Plans for the break are thrown back and forth.

"So that new Horror movie is coming out." Steve spoke, "The 29th."

"Really? Didn't think you had a movie theater in Hawkins."

"funny."

"I know." Y/n smiled, "You guys wanna go see it?"

"You're busy the 29th," Frank spoke.

"I am?" Y/n asked.

"I'd hope you'd be busy with Murdock and them comin' out"

"Matts coming!?" Y/n asked in disbelief, "Seriously!? Like really!? You're not shitting me!?"

"I can tell them all not to come-"

"NO! NO!" Y/n spoke, "Guys you'll love Matt! He's a really good lawyer..."

And you went on and on saying they all had to have dinner while he was down,

AHH, Matt Murdock's coming! You're so happy, as said before: while Frank was in prison he had become somewhat of a fatherish figure to you, and you truly did care about him, and he really did care about you

Sure he had his own problems, and had no idea how to help you, and didn't shover his religion down your throat, but did take you to his church one time

Explained that she had to find a place like his church: a thinking place, wherever or whatever this place was: either it be a parking lot or an old park, you need a place to be grounded, where the weight just drops off the shoulders

just thinking about there talks made things better sometimes

so you were excited

Steve? Steve was not

Okay so this guy was older: but, you talk about him like he was a superhero

Oh he has no idea

But they still want to hang out with you during break

And Frank says he's fine with you being out as late as you want as long as you call him a few times, letting him know what was going on

Yet after a long breakfast nancy had casually looked at her watch

"Crap! I said I'd have Mike back by 10 am." Nancy spoke, "Hurry up Mike!"

"why what time is it?" steve asked.

"11:30!"

"Crap!" Steve spoke apparently they both had things to do quickly eating his plate of food, "I have to go! I'm gonna be dead!"

Steve got up quickly followed by Nancy and Mike.

"Mr.Castligone! Thank you for breakfast! Y/n! I'll call you later1 We'll do something on a day you're not busy! Breakfast was great! Okay! Bye!"

it was comical to you and Frank, watching them eat as quickly as they could and rush out like you had run out thinking you were late for school

You both just laughed, and you did the dishes, after all, they were your friends.

it was a peaceful day, you and he had spent his off day together, taking a nice walk through the woods by the water, skipping stones on the water, and lounged around the house

That's when you got a phone call, it hadn't been Steve, it was too quick for that despite the hours he was gone already

"Hello?" Y/n asked.

"Ah! Y/N of Midgard! Daughter of the Punished!"

"Thor?" Y/n asked quietly looking back but Frank was busy doin something in his room.

"Yes! It is I!"

"I am here as well!" Loki shouted annoyed from the back.

"Me too!" Korg cheered

"How did you get this number?" Y/n protested, "And Hi Korg,"

"No need to ask such questions! We are friends! Like, brother and sister! What is in your mind is in mine!" Thor cheered, "See I will tell you now what you are thinking! Guns! Weapons! Blood oh so much blood! And pure destructive victory! Which is why I wonder why are you in this place they call Hawkins?"

Y/n froze, what?

"Thor, just. Why are you here?" Y/n asked trying to keep her cool.

"To celebrate the falling of leaves!" He spoke, the smile heard in his voice.

"Did Jane break up with you again?"

"What!?" He laughed, "Pfft! No! Yes. She did. So I figured we could drown ourselves in such over-sugared delights; like old times, and you could show me around this very much lonely empire of yours. Korg would also like to do some drawing with you."

"Just. Where are you?" Y/n asked.

"Uh."

"give me the damned thing!" Loki ordered, snatching the pay phone, "I swear Y/n if you do not come and get us I will be invading New York again!"

"Okay One, rude." Y/n protested, "Where are you?"

"In front of..whatever this place is, looks like a prison."

"Does it say Hawkins High?"

"Yes! It does!"

"Just, give me 20 minutes."

"You have five."

"Fifteen."

"Fine."

You were never so quick in your life: you told Frank you were borrowing the Truck and said you loved him and call him later because you be out late and left

Left to go pick up who?

Billy Fucking Hargrove

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

You knocked on his door so quick, and loudly too

"Max! Get the door!"

"Im going!"

She was surpised to see you there: and said Hi real quick before walking through following the blasting music.

"HARGROVE!"

"Jesus! What the Hell!" He argued looking back.

"How'd you like to help me baby sit Thor and Friends!?"

"What?" He asked, turning off his music confused as fuck, "Excuse me?!"

"You're going to see Thor?" Max asked Y/n turning around.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered nonchalantly hoping Billy would agree, "Well?!"

"Yeah! Yeah Im comin!" He argued grabbing his jacket as he quickly followed Y/n.

"I wanna come!"

"No!" Billy argured.

"Yeah! Fine whatever!" Y/n asked, "I don't have time to argue or Lokis gonna blow up New York again!"

"Excuse me!?"

"Get in the fucking truck now!"

Max thought Billy was an insnae driver? When your in a rush? Damn. You're crazy.

Billy's bracing himself your acting so crazy

You're sweating bullets and to hyperfixated on the road to answer any questions

You're racked with anxiety and pull into the hawkins high parking lot where the group waits.

"Hi Y/n!" Korg waves happily, Y/n getting out the truck leaving the two in the front seat completely speechless.

"Ah Y/n!" Thor cheered, "It's an honor to make- ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Y/n grabs Thor by the ear and drags him along, Loki laughing just to be given the the same treatment.

"Ow! Okay! Okay!"

They're dragged to the car and ordered to get in. Korg following patiently. Max and Billy staring in complete shock as the back of the truck is filled with aliens.

"Must you be so rude?" Loki spoke in his defense. Y/n getting in the truck.

"Max, Billy." Y/n spoke, "these are the asshole brothers, and this is Korg."

"Hi!" Korg spoke with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh..Hi." Max spoke with a small wave,"same here..."

"Y/n." Billy started, "what. the FUCK."

"What?! You're the only one that knows!" Y/n defended, "Im fucking loosing my head!"

"Yeah you're the Punisher's daughter! Thats one fuckin thing! These are fuckin Aliens!" Billy argued.

"You're dads the Punisher?!" Max asked.

Oh god. Things just can never chill, she feel like she's going to have a stroke.

And now everyones arguing.

"EVERYONE BE FUCKIN QUIET!" y/n shouts, it's silent.

"If I may intruppted-"

"Loki." Y/n spoke looking back, "Shut the fuck up please."

"Well you did say please."

It grows quiet as you pull out of the parking lot.

And it's just silent the whole time going down that long road.

"Um. Y/n." Korg spoke up sweetly, "Can we get ice cream. Please? I've always wanted to try it!"

You take them to get icecream, you saying everyone gets Vanilla because your not dealing with orders

Turns our Korg enjoys ice-cream

Are they suppose to ask you to do something? Or just let you keep driving to calm your mind?

But your going over the speed limit and a cop stops you

"I was hopin this didn't Involve you Hargrove." The cheif speaks but with the back windows roll down he spots the group of well...Aliens.

"Cheif?" Y/n asked gesturing for a name.

"Hopper..." he responded still awe struck by seeing who he's seeing.

"Cheif Hopper. If. You'd please. Just. Ticket." Y/n pleaded, "please."

"Uh...yeah....go ahead...with a. Warning."

"Thank you sir. You like donuts? I like donuts. I'll bring you down to the station later. Thanks."

You drove off after that taking a deep breathe in today...was gonna be real long

What were you suppose to do? Take them Downtown to spend the day?

That didn't seem like a bad idea.

Then again Korg. And as big of a sweet heart Korg was. He stood out

But people could feel safe if Thor labeled him as a side kick

Maybe you'd just dress him up and just say he was real tall

Or. Maybe you just could walk around him: its not like Hawkins had thousands of Cameras.

And Loki could just wipe tapes if nessacary

Then again people seeemed so shocked they dont think they'd be able to move to even get a camera or call anybody

Okay plan dress Korg up hoodie and swear pants and pray just say he's tall or under Thor watch

Yeah Yeah that sounded good.

Sounded good.

So with a calm mind you tell everyone they can ask there questions one at a time.

And they do tread waters very carefully

And then you tell them your plan. Which is stupid because no one has chlothes that are gonna fit Korg

Fuck it Superheros on Vacation thats the new plan

Just when you thought Hawkins was sane: you were oh so wrong.

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[hellfirecvnt]

Love your writing and was wondering if you could write a eddiexreader smut😅. They’re (the older teens nancy robin steve jonathan argyle and eddie) hanging out at Steves place during the day in the pool (skimpy Bikini?) and later that evening they’re playing two truths and a lie while under the influence of weed and tequila shots. Its y/ns turn and since she is a lil pervert and loves to mess with eddie bc thats just the way you banter, she decides to mess with him by stating: „okay my turn! One: i am deadly afraid of butterflies. Two: i lost my virginity after watching the shining. And three: (y/n looks to eddie) im a squirter“ they all discuss but she was only focused on munsons reaction. They all voted for the butterfly thing because it seems the most obvious. „Nope scary fucking things, i have never squirted… yet“ later eddie offered to walk her home bc its on his way and his pervy side comes out.

Would love it if it ended with her squirting all over him and him being very proud xD

Long ask but your words sound better than the way i would write it 😅

X J🖤

What's truly wild to me is I have two requests rn and both involve a skimpy bikini water situation and god damn it, I love it here. Thank you for this prompt, I'm already in love AAAA!! (Also idk how to do two truths and a lie as a drinking game. Like idk when they have to take a shot so I'm gonna say when they get it wrong they take a shot lmao.)

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (+18, minors DNI), perv!Eddie, perv!reader, drinking, drugs, unprotected sex, more?

A/N: no one is dead. Idk, everything still happened 1-4 but just no death.

[I take requests]

You've lived in Hawkins for about a year now. Same as your friend Argyle. He says he moved here after a crazy earthquake, but you moved here to get away from the city or something cool and mysterious like that.

In the time you've lived here, you made friends with a really fun group of people. Nancy, who you met through journalism at school. Steve and Robin, who you met at Family Video. They took to you like a sibling the moment they found out you knew Nancy. Jonathan and Argyle moved here with the rest of the Byers. Same story about a weird earthquake. You don't ask too much about it.

But then there was Eddie. You meet him for the first time today. You've noticed him plenty of times but didn't get the chance to meet him until Steve and Robin dragged him to Steve's place for a small get-together. You're the first to arrive, a common trait for you.

"Y/N! You came!" Robin beams as she answers the door.

"Of course! I never turn down drinking by a pool," you lift the handle of tequila above your head and give it a "look at this" shake.

"Tequila? Do you want me to die?" Steve appears behind you, hands full of snacks for the shindig.

"Where's everybody at?" You yell into the empty home.

"They're on the way, you're like 30 minutes early. Again." Robin jokes as she passes you a knife to help her chop up fruit for the drinks. The rest of the crew arrives, and finally, in walks a tall, frizzy-haired man in a jean vest. He had several different patches, each one of your favorite bands.

"Munson, you made it!" Steve calls across the kitchen.

"Yeah, I thought you said this wasn't a party, Hair." He smirks, taking the beer Steve has extended out to him. The group migrates outside and you and Robin follow with trays of snacks.

"Oh, by the way, Y/N. This is Eddie," Steve places a friendly hand on Eddie's shoulder and lightly shakes him. He's an overtly friendly guy when he's drunk.

"Nice to meet you!" You smile at him, extending a hand to shake his. He stares at you silently for just a moment. Inside his head, he's fighting everything inside him to keep his eyes on your face. He fights to not let them travel down your body to your barely-there, black bikini. A silver chain dangles around your neck, slotting between your breasts and he's about to explode.

"Oh, uh, I'm Eddie," he answers a question no one asked.

"Yeah. I'm Y/N," you giggle, his face becomes ever so slightly rosy.

"Dude, who brought the tequila?" Argyle's face lights up as he cracks open the lid and pours everyone a shot. You slice a lime and pass the salt shaker around.

"What's the salt for?" Nancy, innocent Nancy.

"Why do you know how to shoot a gun, but you don't know how to shoot tequila?" You quip, earning a laugh from the group.

"It's much easier to pull a trigger than it is to drink something that smells like this." She lifts the shot glass to her nose before quickly yanking it away.

"Well, don't sniff it. That'll really make it hard," Jonathan rubs her back lovingly as she fights the smell out of her nose.

"Oh yeah? Nancy making it hard over there, Jonathan?" You tease, making them both blush. Everyone clinks their tiny glasses together in cheers. Eddie can't keep his eyes off of you. You're funny and sexy and, wow, a little pervy? He downed his shot without the lime or salt, staring at you the whole time.

You don't notice his eyes fucking you from every angle, you just keep laughing with Robin and Nancy.

"Hey, psst, Y/N!" Argyle whispers loudly, no one caring what he's saying. "You wanna come smoke this?" He holds up a skillfully rolled joint in his fingers. Jonathan stands behind him giving two thumbs up in encouragement.

"Hell yeah," you tell the girls to give you a minute and you start off toward the guys.

"Hey, I got one too," Eddie captures you and the boys' attention.

"Then come on, man. Let's go!" Argyle invites him enthusiastically.

"Freaks," Steve jokes with Nancy and Robin as they remain by the pool. The group comes back after a while. Everyone's eyes are bright red. Smiles spread ear to ear on each of your faces.

"I have the best idea," you narrow your eyes toward the entire group. They all look at you expectantly. "Two truths and a lie. I used to play it all the time back home."

"Oh my God, we played that game in Mr. Clark's class in like 7th grade because that kid got violently angry with a custodian and everyone felt like maybe the kids needed a chill day and-" Robin rambles even more when she's buzzed. She notices everyone staring silently and stops. "My bad, let's play."

Nancy goes first. Hers is quite difficult because they're all boring. Jonathan is the only one to guess her lie. Robin goes, then Steve, you easily guess their lies, they have no poker face.

"My turn! One," you hold up a finger, theatrically. "I'm deathly afraid of butterflies. Two," another finger. "I lost my virginity right after watching The Shining for the first time. And three," you raise a third finger and glance over at Eddie. Your sudden eye contact catches him off guard. "I'm a squirter." His cheeks instantly burn with rising blood. You focus on his reaction above everyone else.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Nancy playfully shoves your shoulder, laughing.

"Well like... I don't know your life, but I feel like it's gotta be the bug thing, right?" Argyle consults the group.

"Yeah, I've never seen you around a butterfly, but I don't think you'd be too scared. I saw what you did to Billy when you heard how he talked to Max." Steve chuckles.

"What'd she do to Hargrove?" Eddie furrows his brow. It's the only time his focus has shifted to anywhere but you since he got here.

"I broke a bottle on his head, big deal. Don't talk to little kids like that," you cross your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts together, they're oily from tanning products/sun screen. Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull, he almost has to fight back a groan.

"Okay! Butterflies, final answer!" Robin returns everyone to the point.

"Pour up, fellas. I fucking hate butterflies," you spout proudly.

"So wait, what's the lie?" Jonathan asks.

"I'm not a squirter. I've never had that happen... Yet." You glance at Eddie once again, running your tongue across the bottoms of your teeth. You watch as Eddie's breath gets faster and faster. Something about flustering him is doing more for you than any other man, woman, or person has.

After you're all good and buzzed, you file into the pool. Argyle instantly cannonballs into the deep end, Steve follows suit. You and the rest of the girls linger in the mid-depth water. You lounge against the pool wall, water barely up to your tits. The pool is large, but not gigantic. So Eddie takes his chance to swim back and forth underwater so he can peek at your ass as your tiny bikini rides up your cheeks.

You notice his glances and nonchalantly toss his a pair of goggles. No one notices as you slide your index fingers up the seams of your bottoms, exposing even more flesh for him. He watches you do it, but somehow cannot let himself believe that just happened. He ends up having to "wait" in the pool a little longer than everyone else.

It's one of the best nights of your life. Just your friends and booze and weed. What else is there? Oh yeah, sex. You've been teasing Eddie all night, doing everything in your power to watch him shift and switch around in his seat as he tries to hide what you're doing to him.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan all leave together. Argyle is more of a smoker than a drinker, so he was okay to drive by the end of the night having only taken 3 shots in total, the entire day. You live within walking distance from Steve, luckily. And so does Eddie.

"Bye, you guys!" You slur, hugging Robin tightly, causing her cheeks to blush slightly. You hug Steve too and wave goodbye to Eddie.

"Hey, wait. Let me walk you home. It's a weird town and you're wearing nothing but a bathing suit," Eddie offers, working his hardest to appear some sort of sober. He changed back into his normal clothes before anybody. Most likely to make it easier to hide his erection.

"I don't want you walking alone either, though," you argue, concerned and drunk.

"It's on the way, it's fine," He wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you out the door, turning back to wink at Steve.

"Called it," Steve and Robin speak at the same time after you and Eddie close the door behind you.

"So, butterflies, huh?" Eddie brings that back up.

"Yeah, dude. Have you ever seen their fucking faces?" You're shocked you even have to explain this.

"Nah, I don't think about butterflies when I think about 'fucking faces.'" Eddie becomes a little more comfortable when he's alone with you. You side-eye him with a smirk as you both walk.

"How often do you think about fucking faces, Eddie?" Your voice lowers, a special subtle emphasis on his name. His legs nearly fail him right then and there.

"I don't know. Seemed to be one of the only things I could think about all night tonight," he slides his hands into his pockets.

"What were the other things?" You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth.

"The way that bikini leaves very little to the imagination." He gently, but quickly takes the string tying your bottoms together and pulls it. You catch the front, but the entire back falls down. He stops in his tracks and takes a few steps back, watching you as you dropped your bag to try and fix your falling suit.

"You son of a bitch, what was that for?" You tie the knot back securely.

"Just making sure my imagination was right," he runs his tongue over his top lip, looking down at you.

"That's not fair, I can't untie anything off you." You cross your arms playfully.

"You can take anything you want off of me, sweetheart. It's only fair." He grins, looking down at your blushing face.

"My house is right here." You point to a shrub blocking a house just on the other side. Eddie glances at it and then goes back to you. His grin has turned a lot more devious. You lead him inside, your parents are out of town for the next two weeks, so you don't worry about getting caught.

You lead him to your room and the second your door closes, you're all over each other. Hands roaming each other's bodies where your eyes had spent all night exploring. He kisses you hungrily, taking your bottom lip in his teeth and gently pulling. You moan into his kiss as his hands brush over your crotch through your bathing suit.

"Fuck, what are you waiting for?" You moan as he rubs sweet circles on your pussy before undoing the string on both sides of your bottoms and tossing them aside. After shoving you on the bed, he plunges his long, ringed middle finger into your drenched pussy, pumping in and out of you lightly. Whining moans fall from your mouth as he curls his finger inside you.

"God damn, you're so wet. You have fun teasing me all night?" Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Almost made me fuck you in front of all your friends."

"Had to get you here somehow," you moan, placing your hand on his as it moves.

"Yeah, and now I'm here. And I'm gonna make you regret inviting me inside." He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, leaving your back arching for contact.

"Eddieee," you whine, bucking your hips against nothing.

"Shhh, I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't even notice I stole your panties when you changed into your bathing suit at Harrington's."

"You what?" He holds up your purple lace thong, bringing it to his face and inhaling your scent. You're overcome with butterflies as you watch his pants tighten as his fingers wrap around the small bit of cloth.

"I'll just hold on to these a little longer." He winks before shoving them into his back pocket. He positions himself with his head between your thighs. You can feel his hot breath on your throbbing clit. He plants soft kisses on your inner thighs before finally plunging his tongue between your folds.

You reach down and wrap your hands in his frizzy curls, holding his head firmly against you. He chuckles against the sensitive skin as he feels your fingers weave through his hair. He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly, snaking a hand up to finger you while he licks. He adds a second finger, and you throw your head back as the tension builds in your stomach.

"Oh my God, don't stop!" You moan loudly as you reach your climax. Your back arches and your legs shake involuntarily. You're twitching and grasping as he rises and looms over you.

"Don't worry, you're not done." He stares into your eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. He quickly unfastens his belt, lowering his jeans and boxers to the bend of his knee. His throbbing erection springs toward you, desperate to stretch you out. He strokes himself a few times before positioning his head at your entrance.

"Please, please Eddie," you beg, bending any way you can to try to feel his cock inside you.

"No, I love the way you sound when you beg." He lowers his face to your ear, hovering over you on all fours. "Begging to get fucked by a guy you met today."

"Yeah, look how easy you are," you taunt. He chuckles, sliding his dick up and down your slit, gathering your arousal around the head.

"So fucking hot," his voice is no more than a growling whisper. He stays put, teasing your hole for a few moments more. You writhe and twitch beneath him, but he doesn't relent. He drinks in the image of your distress as you plead for him to enter you.

"Eddie, for the love of-" he cuts you off by slamming into you at full capacity. You let out a loud, sensual moan. There's a slight dull pain due to Eddie's size, but it quickly turns to overwhelming pleasure as he fucks into you.

You sink your nails into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close to you as if being inside you wasn't close enough. His large, strong hands grip your thighs roughly, ensuring you take his full length with every thrust.

"Fuck, how are you so fucking tight?" Eddie moans as he tosses his head back, rutting into you like a sex toy. He fucks you hard like he has no regard for your feelings, but you know he does by the way he rubs sweet circles on your clit while he thrusts. You've never felt this kind of build-up in your abdomen. Even just with his tongue moments ago, that might've been the hardest you've ever came.

You're about to finish again when he quickly pulls out.

"Eddie, no!" You whine, immediately reaching your hand down to finish yourself. He catches your wrists, pinning them above your head as you buck and squirm, your orgasm slowly fleeting.

"Regret it, yet?" He smirks, waiting for your thrashing to end. The moment your legs relax, he plunges directly back into you. Fucking you wildly as if he never stopped. The build-up is somehow more intense this time. Your back arches so far you think it's gonna snap.

"Eddie! I cant- I can't take anymore," you start to shove at him with weak arms, but you keep letting him continue because it feels too good.

"You're gonna take it, sweetheart," he whispers into your ear before slowing down to a near stop. He pumps into you at a snail's pace, watching your eyes roll back as you feel every inch inside you. He gradually regains his speed until he's fucking you at the perfect rate.

Your heart rate quickens by the second, the pit in your stomach and the throbbing in your clit makes you almost delirious. A few more moaning gasps and you scream.

"Eddie, wait-" but it's too late. You squirt against him, flooding his lower half in your ecstasy. Whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to fuck you through your high. The sight of your flood and the knowledge that he just made you experience that for the first time are enough to have his orgasm not far behind.

"Fuck," he growls as he grinds into you, filling you with warmth. His cock twitches inside you, and your overly sensitive cunt feels every tiny movement as he pulls out. He collapses next to you, you're both worn out and breathless, covered in each other's sweat.

"That was amazing..." You're in awe of what your body just did.

"First time's the fucking charm," Eddie brags through heavy breaths.

"I don't think that's the saying." You chuckle.

"Doesn't matter, I just made you squirt all over my cock," he grins ear to ear. "For the first time in your life."

"I dunno, I think you need to do it again so we can be sure." You bite your lip, scanning Eddie's sweaty face.

"Give me 20 minutes, and I'll make you cum until I fucking drown." He jokes, his voice a low rolling tone. Blush forces itself to your cheeks, and he kept his promise. 20 minutes later your legs were over his shoulders and your bed is getting so wet, you know you're going to have to change the entire bed set, but you don't care.

Every time he makes you squirt, Eddie's ego gets a little bigger, causing him to fuck you harder and longer than the session before. You fuck all day and well into the night before the two of you finally crash, covered in sweat and cum, entangled in each other.

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