#stranger thing fic

[starryeyedjanai]

lead with your hands like you always do

@steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: halloween | explicit kinktober: free space - breathplay, semi public sex cw: dom eddie, sub steve, degradation, bathroom sex

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They've been at this Halloween party for approximately thirty minutes when Eddie finally realizes Steve wants to get fucked tonight.

As he drags Steve to the bathroom upstairs, Steve knows his realization has something to do with the fact that the skirt of his cheerleader costume barely covers his ass.

That, and the fact that he bent over in front of him under the guise of grabbing his drink from the coffee table, showing off the curve of his ass and showcasing that he's only wearing a jockstrap underneath the skirt.

It's no surprise when Eddie pulls him upstairs by the wrist with haste.

There's no one upstairs as Eddie pulls him into the bathroom at the end of the hall, but it's still early in the night so Steve knows it's only time before people start wandering up here.

Eddie palms at Steve's cock through the jockstrap as he kisses him, pulling his mouth away only to bite marks down his neck. He pulls his cock out of the jockstrap, tucking the band under his balls.

He walks them forward, further into the bathroom and turns Steve around in front of the mirror, flipping up his skirt.

"Of course you're wearing a plug," Eddie says, his hand coming to grip the base of it. "Coming to a party like this? God, you're just begging to get fucked, aren't you?"

Steve moans when Eddie pulls the plug out and replaces it with his cock.

It's fast right away, Eddie starting up a punishing rhythm, not giving Steve any time to adjust to the stretch.

It's exactly what he wanted, bent over the bathroom sink and getting plowed into, a party full of people right downstairs.

"You need this, don't you? Need me fucking you full. That's why you wear shit like this," Eddie says, tugging at Steve's skirt.

"Yes," Steve moans arching back into Eddie's thrusts, looking him in the eyes in the mirror.

The sound of their hips slapping together can barely be heard over the thump of the music coming from downstairs, but if it were quiet, Steve knows the sound would be ringing out in the bathroom.

"You feel so good," Steve hiccups, pushing back to meet Eddie thrust for thrust.

"You need to be quiet, sweetheart. What if someone comes up here?" Eddie asks and Steve's cock drips precome at the thought.

"Fuck," Steve whispers, gripping the sides of the sink in front of him. The way Eddie's cock is sliding in and out of him is making him shiver, the drag of it against his rim making him bite his lip hard to stop the moans from escaping his throat.

"Yeah?" Eddie has the nerve to ask, his mouth right next to Steve's ear, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Yes. Please don't fucking stop," he whines, a shudder making it's way through his body as Eddie slams his cock in on the next thrust.

His hand comes up to the base of Steve's neck and he tries so hard not to cry out as he looks at how good Eddie's hand looks on his throat. Eddie's hand isn't squeezing yet, but Steve intimately knows how good it feels.

Little noises are getting punched out of him as Eddie drives inside with hard thrusts.

He puts the faintest bit of pressure on his neck and a tear slides down Steve's face, down his neck and meets Eddie's fingers around his throat.

"You're so good for me, taking me like this," Eddie breathes out into Steve's ear. "Love that you kept yourself open so I could just slide in, stuff you full of my come."

Steve drops his head back on Eddie's shoulder and shudders as Eddie pistons his hips forward in rough, choppy strokes.

"Look at us, baby," Eddie says, squeezing his throat briefly.

Steve lifts his head to look at them in the mirror. They look so good together, Eddie's hand at his throat, Steve's eyes hazy, his pupils blown wide from the pleasure, Eddie looking half-feral as he plows into him.

"I'm gonna come in you, sweetheart," Eddie says, pausing to lick up the side of Steve's face where another tear has leaked out. "I'm gonna come in you and I'm gonna plug you up again, and you're gonna have to go back down to the party with part of me inside you."

The words make something hot flare up inside Steve.

Eddie knows what saying shit like that does to him. The possessiveness of it, of having a part of Eddie that no one else gets, that he gets to keep his come locked inside him where it's meant to be. It makes him fucking wild thinking about it.

All he can do is whimper as Eddie hauls him up further over the vanity, pressing one of Steve's legs up onto the counter as he hammers into him, humping in harder than before.

His dick is riding against the cold, hard edge of the counter and he gasps at the unexpected stimulation.

"You gonna come on my cock, baby? Gonna come all over the sink? I should make you lick it up," Eddie pants out, his thrusts getting sloppy as he gets closer.

His cock nails Steve's prostate with the new angle and that's it. He shakes apart, come splattering onto the counter as he wails through it. Eddie slaps his hand over Steve's mouth to muffle the sound as he clenches around him.

He continues to thrust into him, hitting his prostate, dragging his orgasm out as he chases his own.

Steve starts twitching, trying to squirm away from the stimulation when Eddie stills, grinding against him as he comes.

He drops his hand from Steve's mouth and they both pant as Eddie pulses inside him.

"Fuck," Steve says, looking down. "I got come on my skirt."

Eddie hums, dropping a kiss to his sweaty neck. "You better clean it up. We've still got a few hours before we can go home."

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[cherrycocaineee]

39. Billy Hargrove - Ruined

* Synopsis: Billy Hargrove has been keeping an eye on Vivianne Blanchet for a while now; a sweet girl who was still somewhat new to Hawkins, Indiana. She was pure in every aspect and Billy just wanted to ruin her more times than once. *

* Warning: smut, rough, unprotected, drunk/tipsy sex, breeding, and anything else considered a warning. *

* Billy Hargrove’s p.o.v *

School hadn’t even started yet and she was already driving me crazy just standing beside her locker innocently. She was holding her books close to her chest while talking to one of her little friends about whatever it was girls talked about. Her lips were perfectly glossed, her hair bounced when she laughed, and her body moved delicately as she turned to talk to someone new. I couldn’t even pay attention to what the people were saying to me because she clouded all of my senses greedily. Even now while she was chatting it up with some guy, I couldn’t focus on the conversation I was supposed to be having. My eyes were glued to him, watching every move he made, daring him to lay a single finger on her. Her eyes fluttered close for a single second before they landed on me, a smile spreading across her perfectly, plump, dusk-rose lips as she waved at me. I smiled back giving her a small wave before she turned back to her friends.

 “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Tommy grinned, his eyes following mine towards Vivianne, “I’ve been checking her out too. Bet she’s a freak.”

A low growl rumbled deep in my chest as I forced myself to look away from her to glare at Tommy. He never stopped staring at her. I noticed the way he licked his lips, the way his eyes dragged down to take in all of her body; every predatorial move he made made me want to rip his throat out. Instead, I chose the latter. Grabbing his collar, I pushed him roughly against the wall. He let out a yelp at the sudden impact.

 “Back off,” I growled, “you hear me? She’s mine.”

 “Okay!” Tommy agreed, holding his hands up in surrender.

  I let go of his shirt just as the bell rang telling everyone to get to class. Vivianne was walking away with her friends towards whatever class she was supposed to have right now. I sighed, annoyed that neither of us had a class together due to the grade difference.

All day I couldn’t get her out of my head, specifically her voice. She was so innocently pure that I couldn’t stop picturing all the noises she would make just by me simply touching her. Or the sounds she would make with my cock pounding relentlessly into her tight cunt. Tommy was wrong, Vivianne wasn’t a freak in bed at all. No, she was innocent, barely knew a single thing and I’d have to teach her everything. I’d have to ruin every inch of her innocence.

  Lunch rolled around pretty quickly, and I walked into the cafeteria already searching for Vivianne. I spotted her sitting at a table by herself, her friends probably in the lunch line. Luckily she normally brought her own lunch from home, giving me a decent amount of time to talk to her before her friends decided to butt in. Tommy and the others waved me over but I ignored them walking straight to Vivianne. As I approached her, I saw her reading a book while chewing on a strawberry. I plopped down beside her and took the strawberry she was eating out of her hand and bit into it. She looked at me, smiling.

 “Hi, Billy,” she giggled.

Her just saying my name made my dick twitch.

 “Hey, gorgeous,” I grinned, “How’s your day been so far?”

 “Pretty good. What about you?”

 “Boring until right now.”

I peeked over at the book she was reading curiously. I noticed there were several sets of highlighters sitting beside her and the book was marked up.

 “You readin’ this for school, darlin’?” I asked.

She shook her head, “just for fun. My friends say it’s lame but it’s relaxing.”

  I picked up the book and flipped through the pages roughly but careful not to lose her spot. She didn’t seem to mind, going back to eating her strawberries while I fingered through her pages. Then something in the margins caught my eye and I had to do a double take to make sure I saw it correctly. In the margins, it said “this reminds me of Billy.” Next to that was a highlighted portion of the text; the girl was watching and admiring a tall, violant man who made her heart race. I grinned. So she was watching me too.

  “I remind you of this guy in the book?” I teased, pointing to where my name was.

Her bright, sinless eyes widing and her cheeks turning a vivid shade of red as she reached for the book. I just pulled it back, chuckling at her embarrassment.

 “I forgot I wrote that in there,” she blushed.

  “Am I in here anywhere else?”

 “There’s no need to tease.”

  “I’m not teasin’. I think it’s hot that you think of me.”

Vivianne covered her tomato red face with her hands, her hair shifting. I leaned over, moving her hair ever so slightly, letting my ring adorn hand brush against the exposed part of her face. Her skin was delicate and soft against my calloused hands. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, my breath tickling her earlob causing a shiver to run throughout her body.

 “I think about you too, pretty girl. Always runnin’ through my head, drivin’ me crazy.”

 I spotted her eyes looking at me through her fingers before she went back to hiding herself from me. So shy, so innocent, so pure. So much for me to ruin.

Our time was cut short because her friends walked over and set their plates down.

 “Billy, leave Vivianne alone,” Sandy grumbled.

 I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from Vivianne reluctantly. My blue eyes staring daggers at Sandy, who was doing the same in return. Finally, Vivianne removed her hands from her face and the red color was gone from her skin.

 “He isn’t bothering me, Sandy,” she sweetly laughed, “he was just being friendly.”

 “Billy Hargrove is anything but friendly.”

Placing Vivianne’s book back in front of her, I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders still watching Sandy.

 “I’m just not nice to ugly girls,” I grinned, “and Vivianne Blanchet is anything but ugly.”

 Sandy glared more almost squinting her eyes in the process. I leaned down and looked at Vivianne. She reached her hand out to Sandy probably ready to tell her that she wasn’t ugly because that was the type of girl she was. I pulled her hand back, letting my hand feel her skin a little longer.

  “See ya later, doll.”

Then I walked away from their table and could hear the harsh remarks Sandy was making about me angrily. Vivianne was desperately trying to calm her down, telling her whatever she wanted to hear just so she’d stop her rampage.

  After school, I was leaning against my car waiting for Max impatiently and grumbling to myself about how this girl was always late. I flicked my finished cigarette to the ground and groaned.

  “Waiting for someone?”

Looking over, I saw Vivianne standing there with her books pressed against her firmly and her bag slung over her shoulder. The fresh, summer breeze waving her hair around her perfect face. I smiled.

 “Just my brat of a sister,” I said.

 She leaned against my car with me, letting her arms fall so that her books were sitting in front of her lap.

 “Max, right?”

I nodded and she smiled.

 “She’s sweet.”

 “You think everyone’s sweet. Even me.”

 “Because you are sweet.”

 I chuckled. No one ever described me as sweet before, she was definitely the first.

Our timing never seemed to be right though because Max started walking this way with her skateboard in hand. Anger flared up inside me. The one time I now wanted her to take her time and she had to come rushing out. Vivianne tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

 “I guess I should let you get going.”

 Then an idea popped into my head.

 “I can drop my sister off and give you a ride home, if you’d like.”

 “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Max stopped walking in front of us but I didn’t care, instead, I manuvered myself in front of Vivianne and grinned, touching her waist and just barely pulling her closer to me.

 “You aren’t imposin’ at all. I’ll drive ya.”

 “Thank you,” she squeaked.

I led her towards the passenger’s side barely stealing a glance at Max.

 “Get in the back,” I said, her eyes rolling as soon as the words left my mouth.

  I opened the passenger’s side door and helped Vivianne inside by holding her hand as she lowered herself into the seat. Once her legs were inside, I closed the door and went back to the driver’s side. Max was just barely putting her seatbelt on when I got in. I started the ignition before even closing my door and the door was closed, I sped off causing Max to swing to the other side of the backseat.

 “Hey!” She snapped.

 “Should have been buckled up faster,” I said, speeding off towards home so I could drop her off first.

 Vivianne turned to check on Max, apologizing even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. Max thanked her and buckled herself up quickly. The entire way to mine and Max’s house, she was talking to Vivianne about the most random shit and if it wasn’t for Vivianne I’d have told her to shut up. To keep my annoyance down, I squeezed the steering wheel letting my knuckles turn white.

Eventually we made it and I came to a screeching halt.

 “Alright, get out,” I said to Max.

 Max rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Vivianne, “bye, Vivianne!”

 “Bye, Max!” Vivianne chirped.

When my door was closed, I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards Vivianne’s house that was fortunately a thirty minute drive from here. I stole a glance at Vivianne, she was watching the trees fly by through the window.

 “So,” she said, “are you doing anything this Saturday?”

That was unexpected.

 “Not that I know of,” I said, “why? Was there somethin’ you wanted to do?”

 “There’s a party being thrown by some football player and I was invited. I was seeing if you were going to be there too.”

 I knew what party she was talking about, pretty much everyone in the school got an invitation to that party this weekend. I wasn’t planning on going, at least not unless someone had given me a reason to. Now sitting in front of me was a reason to go.

  “Are you goin’?” I asked.

 She shrugged, “Sandy doesn’t really like parties and most of my other friends will probably get drunk. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go or not. Just curious if you planned on going.”

 “You should go. I’ll be there, we can hang out together.”

 “You don’t want to get drunk with all your friends?”

I shook my head grinning. “Why would I hang out with them when I can hang out with you instead?”

Vivianne smiled, running her fingers through her hair.

  “Great. Then I’ll see you there.”

  The rest of the way to her house, we just talked about nonsense. It didn’t really matter what we were talking about, we were just talking. Eventually we pulled into her driveway, her father was standing in front of his car with the hood open until he heard my car pull up. He poked his head around the side of his car, wiping his hands on a greased up rag then started approaching.

  “Thank you for the ride,” Vivianne said, unhooking her seatbelt.

 “Let me get the door for you,” I said, climbing out and strolling over to her side.

 I opened the door for her and helped her out.

 “See?” She said, “Sweet.”

   “Only for you, pretty girl.”

 “Afternoon,” her dad called.

 “Hey, dad.”

 “Hey, Mr. Blanchet.”

He reached out his hand to shake mine, I didn’t even hesitate grinning as I shook his hand.

  “What’s your name, son?”

 “Billy Hargrove, sir.”

  “Well Billy, thank you for giving my little girl a ride home. She’d have been stuck up there awhile if you hadn’t been so kind.”

I gestured to the car he had been working on.

 “Somethin’ wrong with your car?”

 “Nah. That’s my wife’s car, just needed an oil change and a small tweek. I’m all finished now.”

“I’ll be in in a minute,” Vivianne said to her dad, “I’m just going to tell Billy bye.”

 “‘Course. See you inside.”

  He walked away from us, waving goodbye at me. I waved back.

 “I’ll see you at the party,” she said.

 “I’ll see you there too.”

I watched her walk away from me towards her home. My eyes travelling her body while she was faced away from me and landing on her ass. I licked my lips as I watched her hips sway back and forth. And when she was out of my line of sight, I groaned.

  Saturday night approached faster than I thought it would and the party was crowded way before it even started. Vivianne wasn’t here yet so I was lingering around with Tommy and the others sipping on a drink while I waited for her. Plenty of girls tried to talk to us since the beginning of the night but I could only think of Vivianne. I kept stealing glances at the front door when there was no one in front of it to see if she was the next person to walk in.

 “Billy, you alright?” Tommy asked, “Six total babes have tried to talk to you but you pushed them away.”

 “Fine,” I grumbled, “just waitin’ on someone. I’m goin’ to get another drink.”

 I was standing at the table where all the alcohol was and started mixing some drink together with a lot of vodka. I hadn’t planned on drinking too much but if I had been tricked into going to a party then I was going to drink heavily.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I sighed annoyed.

  “Haven’t I already made it clear…”

 I turned around and saw Vivianne standing there. Her doe eyes stared at me, her freshly painted dusk rose lips forming into a small pout. My eyes wandered all over her body; she was wearing a tight, somewhat revealing baby pink dress that barely reached her mid-thigh, she wore a pair of heels that matched her dress, and her hair flowed gracefully down her back in perfect waves. I could feel my jeans tighten as my cock stiffened.

  “I can give you a minute,” she said, pointing away from me.

 “No, no,” I said, taking her hand in mine, “I thought you were someone else, doll.”

 She smiled and nodded. “Sorry I’m a bit late. I was finishing getting ready.”

  I shrugged it off, sipping on my own drink then gesturing to the table. “Wanna drink? Or has my pretty girl never let a single drip of alcohol pass those lips?”

“I guess a drink won’t hurt. Something not so potent.”

I nodded my head and mixed her a drink with a moderate amount of liquor then handed her the red solo cup. She thanked me before taking a sip, her lipstick staining the side of the cup.

 “Good?”

 “Perfect.”

  I took her hand again and dragged her away from the table and over to somewhere that wasn’t as crowded as the rest of the house. I plopped down and patted the spot next to me, grinning from ear to ear. Vivianne sat shyly beside me, crossing her left leg over her right. I let my eyes trace over her again and dug fingers into the cushion of the seat to keep myself from ripping her dress off now. Vivianne looked at me, smiling softly and gesturing towards me.

 “You look nice,” she said, “handsome.”

 “Thank you,” I flirted, running my tongue over my bottom lip, “you look fantastic.”

 Vivianne played with her hair, her eyes avoiding me. I moved myself closer to her, our outer thighs touching and rested my hand on her knee.

 “Nervous, pretty?”

 “Maybe a little,” she laughed, “I’ve just never been to a party without my friends.”

 “Well, you got me. I’ll make sure you have a night you won’t forget.”

  The two of us sat there drinking and talking, telling each other random stories from our childhood. Other people from the party tried to approach us but their visits never lasted longer than a second after they saw the look on my face. Vivianne, either clueless or didn’t care, paid no mind to their sudden departures and always waved goodbye to them no matter who it was. An hour into the party and she was already feeling tipsy; she was a light weight and the small amount of vodka that I put in her drink was enough to get her drunk completely and she still had half a cup left. I reached over and took her cup.

 “Think you’ve had enough, doll,” I chuckled.

 “I think so too,” she laughed, “actually, I have to go to the bathroom.”

 “Let’s go, I’ll take ya.”

She was so trusting too that she didn’t even think about how inappropriate it was for me to take her to the bathroom, all the things that could happen once we were alone up there out of earshot of everyone enjoying the music and booze downstairs. Vivianne and I headed upstairs towards the bathroom. I practically had my chest pressed against her back as walked up the stairs and down the hall. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seemed welcomed. When we got to the bathroom, she walked inside and I stood in the hall leaned against the wall finishing my drink.

  Vivianne left the bathroom about three minutes later, closing the door behind her with a sigh.

 “Tired?” I asked.

Her eyes turned to me and half smiled.

 “Overwhelmed,” she corrected.

 “How about we go somewhere else so you can relax a bit, pretty?”

 “You don’t have to go with. I’m sure your friends would like to see you tonight.”

 “Well that’s too bad for them,” I smirked, “because I don’t plan on leavin’ your side.”

  She nodded her head and I pulled her along with me until I found us a room to be in. She went inside first while I held the door open for her then I followed close behind and locked the door behind us. I didn’t want anyone coming up here and bothering us. She laid on the bed, her arms sprawled out over the comforter, her legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. I finished the rest of my drink and walked over to where she way laying. My eyes grazed every inch of her intoxicated body. I noticed her eyes were closed and her fingers were playing with the ends of her hair. I climbed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open; my legs were on either side of her blocking her against my body.

 “Billy,” she whispered.

 “Shh,” I chirped, “just relax, darlin’.”

I watched her wiggle against my legs and chuckled. I moved myself so that I was half laying on her and half laying on the bed, my knee nuzzled inbetween her thighs inches away from her clothed heat. I had myself kind of propped up with one arm, using my fingers to play with her hair that practically melted in my hands. With the other hand, I touched her waist drawing shapes through the fabric of her thin dress. She bit her plump bottom lip, her eyes watching me intensely. I could see her chest heaving in and out as her breath quickened.

  “You’ve been drivin’ me crazy all night,” I whispered, my lips getting closer to hers, “goin’ upstairs with me all alone probably wasn’t a good idea, doll.”

 “I’m not scared,” she muttered, “I trust you.”

“Yeah baby, you trust me?”

She nodded her head. Her hand reached up and touched my face slightly, her eyes half-lidded as the alcohol she consumed more of her. I tore her hand away from my face pinning it back down.

 “Answer the question,” I growled.

 “Yes.”

 “Yes what?”

 “Yes, I trust you, Billy.”

 Once those words were out of her mouth, I attached my lips to her kissing her hard. Her fingers squeezed my own and I tangled the other hand into her hair deepening the kiss. Vivianne didn’t even try to fight for dominance, letting my tongue slip past her lips with no fight and letting me explore every inch of her mouth. Our saliva started coming out of the corners of our mouth. I pulled away breathlessly, watching a string of spit connect between our lips.

  “Take your dress off for me,” I groaned, sitting up and giving her the freedom to move.

 She never took her eyes off of me as she got off the bed, kicking her heels off and reaching behind her to unzip her dress. She froze once the zipper was down, using her hands to hold her dress up now.

 “I-I’ve never done this before,” she muttered.

 “Trust me,” I grinned, “I know. Just do exactly what I tell you. Take off your dress.”

Vivianne took her hands off her dress and it fell to the floor. My breath hitched as I laid eyes on her lingerie; it was white and lacey and covered very little. I gestured for her to come closer to me and she didn’t hesitate this time, her body stood between my legs and my hands roamed every inch of her exposed skin. I squeezed her hips tightly and ran my tongue over her stomach, all the way up to where her bra was just barely touching her breast. My dark eyes looked up at her and watched her head fall back from just my tongue touching her skin. I chuckled.

 “Let’s remove this,” I hummed, using one hand to unclasp her bra and throwing it to the side somewhere.

Her nipples were hard from the exposture. I hungrily took her left nipple in my mouth while tweaking the other one with my fingers. She gasped, back arching against nothing, pushing her closer to my body as I sucked harshly. A soft whimper was pulled from her lungs. When I was finished, her nipple was wet with saliva and the other one was worn out from being pinched. As I stood up, I pushed her onto the bed staring at her. I removed my black, leather jacket and red, button up tossing them on the ground with her own clothes. I took off my belt and unbuttoned my pants to give my cock some room. Grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. My lips peppered kisses along her thighs while my hands squeezed at the exposed flesh. Vivianne had propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes watching every move I made with lust in her eyes.

  I got closer and closer to her core. Her scent was just as intoxicating as the alcohol I had consumed. I hooked my fingers to her pearly white panties and dragged them down her legs revealing her pretty, pink cunt. I licked my lips before bringing my mouth to her core. Vivianne’s body flinched as my tongue pushed between her wet folds and I held her in place. I watched her squirm as I moved my tongue tasting every part of her. She was sweet; she hadn’t even came yet and her juices already tasted like nectar. I hummed against her and she moaned, falling back on the bed. I started picking up the pace, assaulting her clit viciously with my tongue. Her moans grew louder filling up the room. Even with my jeans unbuttoned and the belt off, my cock was struggling to breath. I coated her thoroughly before slipping a finger into her, feeling her soft, spongy walls contract against a single finger. The entire time I worked my finger into her, I never took my mouth off of her pussy. Soon enough she was all worked up and relaxed that I was able to slip another finger in earning another string of moans from her. I fucked them into her while slurping and nipping tenderly at her clit.

  “B-Billy,” she moaned, “I…”

 She couldn’t finish her sentence as I continued to fuck my fingers into her, hitting every sweet spot I could reach with just two fingers. I knew what she was gonna say, she was almost there. My sweet, little virgin was about to cum all over my face and fingers. All that did was help me pump faster so she could cum.

  “F-Fuck!” She cursed, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed into her.

Waves of her juices washed over my face and coated my fingers. I fucked her through her climax, watching her body react to the aftershock of her first orgasm for the night. I slurped every drop of her juices then removed my fingers from inside her, climbing on top of the bed and grinning at her, my face glistening.

  “You taste so fuckin’ good,” I groaned, I brought my coated fingers up to her lips, “Have a taste, pretty.”

 Her mouth fell open and I stuck my fingers in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around them and softly sucked drinking up every inch of herself. I moaned as I watched her drink herself up, her saliva replacing her juices.

 “Atta girl,” I grinned, I pulled my fingers from her mouth with a pop, “now it’s my turn.”

She looked at me a bit confused and I patted her head.

 “So innocent. Have no idea what I’m talkin’ about, huh?”

  I took her hand into mine and led her off the bed. She looked up at me with her bright, wide eyes.

 “On your knees,” I ordered.

   She didn’t fight me, she didn’t tell me no, she just kneeled down in front of me while still watching me with her eyes. I pulled my cock free from my pants and sighed once it was released. Vivianne and I made eye contact with each other.

  “Open, darlin’.”

 Her mouth fell open obediently.

 “Stick your tongue out.”

 Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and I chuckled.

 “Good girl.”

I tapped my hardened cock against her tongue, the wetness from it causing a slapping sound. The sound caused me to moan and lay my head back. Then I pushed it all the way in her mouth, all of her saliva slobbering up every inch of my dick. She started gagging once the tip hit the back of her throat but I didn’t pull away. I rocked my hips faster, pushing my cock further down her throat. Tears started falling from her eyes as I forced her to choke on my cock. I started panting, my hand wrapping around her hair so she couldn’t pull herself away from me.

  “Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl.”

 I picked up the pace, my grip on her hair tightening as I continued to fuck her mouth. Her drool started falling to the floor, pooling at her knees. She hummed around my cock, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them again.

  “A-Aah,” I groaned, “f-fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

My thrust got a bit sloppy before I spilled my seed into her mouth. Some dripped to the floor with a mix of saliva, but most of it was in her mouth. I told her not to swallow just yet as I pulled out still rock solid. Her mouth wasn’t enough, I needed to feel that cunt squeezing around my cock. Taking my hand, I placed it on her face, under her chin, making her look at me directly in the eyes.

  “Let me see,” I muttered, lowly.

  Vivianne’s mouth opened and I saw all of my cum sitting there prettily on her tongue. I grinned as I pushed her mouth close with my fingers.

 “Swallow.”

I watched her swallow all of it. Then I picked her up and laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her naked form. Her eyes were hazy.

 “So pretty,” I hummed, “Once I’m finished with you, no one will be able to fuck you as good as I do, doll.”

 “Please,” she whispered.

 “Please?” I grinned, “Please what?”

  Her body wiggled against the sheets, underneath me causing my cock to twitch at how smooth her skin felt against my own.

 “Please, fuck me,” she whined.

I licked my lips still grinning from ear to ear as I pulled her legs around my torso, lining myself up with her glistening cunt. There was no time for prepping, no time for easing it in. I needed her, I was desperate to feel her, even if it meant hurting her just a little bit. So I pushed myself into her causing her to yelp from pain as I stretched her out. I held her still when she started to pull herself from me wanting to get away.

  “You can take it,” I growled into her ear.

 Vivianne’s legs tightened around my torso almost squeezing the life out of me and making it harder for me to move but I managed. Once I was completely inside her, I let her adjust to the size, needing her to ease up, her pussy was squeezing me so tight I wouldn’t last if she didn’t relax. Soon, Vivianne’s body loosened up and she wasn’t holding me so hard anymore.

 “Better?” I asked.

She nodded.

 “Good.”

  I pulled my cock all the way out, the tip barely inside her before slamming back into her. Vivianne’s back arched off the bed as a scream rippled through her lips. I started pumping in and out of her watching as her breast jiggled with each snap of my hips. Moans and pants left my body as I used my hand to spread her legs wider to get a deeper angle. I could hear all the lewd squelching sounds of her cunt as I plunged my cock into her repeatedly, a ring of white forming around the base of my cock from all of her flowing juices. My hand wrapped around her neck just tight enough to make her a little breathless but not so much so she could still breath. Vivianne’s body was shaking, her eyes rolling back into her skull as I fucked her roughly.

  “It…it feels so good,” Vivianne cried out, her hands squeezing the comforter beneath us.

 “Yeah, baby,” I groaned, “s-shit. This pussy’s squeezing me so f-fucking tightly. All mine, you hear me. I’ll kill…a-ah…I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you.”

Vivianne nodded her head .

 “Nu-uh. Use your words. Who do you belong too?”

 “Y-you,” she choked out.

I grinned, moving my hips faster and faster, drilling my cock deeper and deeper into her. All of her juices were coating her thighs, my cock, and a little bit of my torso. She was so messy, it was hot. I nuzzled my head into her neck, removing my hand from her throat but not stopping the speed or force of my hips. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling each time I brushed against her sweet spot. I latched my mouth onto her neck and sucked harshly creating a purple mark against her skin. I did it a few more times too leaving a big mark that almost looked like a bruise on her neck. Sweat dripped from my hair, falling on her already thinly coated face. I growled against her as she tightened, probably getting close to her release.

 “I-I’m so cl-close,” she moaned out, “fuck, fuck.”

“Let me see it, baby,” I growled, “Cum on my fuckin’ cock. Show me what a messy, little slut you are.”

She moaned loudly at my words, her legs were shaking around me as her pussy gushed all around my cock. Her arms released me as she arched her back off the bed.

 “Good fuckin’ girl,” I moaned, “I’m almost there...shit.”

  “B-Billy,” she whined, “It’s too…it’s too much.”

 I didn’t listen to her, just kept fucking her roughly, my thrust getting sloppier the closer I got to my own climax.

 “G-gonna breed that little cunt of yours, doll,” I panted, “Fill that pussy up, make you all mine. Forever.”

More of her juices flowing as she got more and more aroused from the words I was saying. I gripped her hair tightly in my hands and pounded into her roughly.

 “Please,” she moaned, “p-please come inside me, Billy.”

 “Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

   Hot spurts of my cum were planted deep inside her coating her walls. I shuttered against her as I finished. A few minutes passed with me still buried inside of Vivianne’s abused cunt, then I pulled out and fell beside her. Both of us were breathing fast so we could catch our breaths. I felt her shiver beside me and I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her tired body.

 “Sleepy, pretty girl?” I questioned.

 “Mmm.”

 “Let’s get you to my house, hmm. We can sleep real good there, doll.”

 “In a second,” Vivianne whined.

I chuckled and buried my head into her and wrapped us in the used comforter. There was nothing to worry about right now, the door was locked and we weren’t going to be bothered. For the first time in a long time, I could relax.

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[eddies-house]

So me and @gravedigginbbydoll were talking about Eddie after the upsidedown and I decided I needed to share it with y'all so you can cry with us

Eddie x reader, hurt/comfort blurb - post upsidedown Eddie, angst with fluff at the end

I'm thinking about post upside down Eddie, his injuries rendering him disabled, his left half of his body being weaker and not as mobile as his right due to nerve damage. He keeps getting better and better through physical therapy and hes super excited for his next doctors appointment because he's been making a lot of progress. You take him to his appointment and they tell him that the nerve damage is too severe and that this is probably the best it's gonna get which means he'd need to continue using his cane to walk and would still require assistance for basic tasks. They tell him that there's very little chance that his condition improves even as he continues physical therapy. As the doctor explains this to him, his expression is blank, no emotion behind his eyes. He hums every now and then to let them know he's listening but he seems very removed.

The doctor discusses the best course of action, instructing that he continues to live with someone who can assist him in his day to day until he's able to adapt to his new lifestyle. You hold his hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles as a comforting gesture but he still stares straight ahead emotionless, only humming in response after every other sentence.

When the doctor asks if he has any questions he shakes his head, devoid of any kind of reaction. You take the initiative and ask things like if he should continue his exercises that he's learned in physical therapy, if there's anything at all that he can do to create a best case scenario and possibly improve his condition, etc. Throughout the conversation Eddie's like a ghost and completely checked out, eyes glued to the sterile white wall.

As you drive him home, back to his new trailer which had been paid for by the government, he maintains his stoic expression, staring ahead and not engaging in any conversation you attempt to start. When you try to ask him if he wants to stop by the diner for milkshakes before heading home he just shakes his head, not once offering you any eye contact.

When you pull up to the trailer, he gets out with a groan, his injuries still causing some pain though he persists through it and slams the car door, making his way to the wooden steps. You rush to his side but he waves you off, muttering an "I got it." somewhat irritably but still with a blank face.

Once he gets inside he sits on the couch, cane grasped in his hand tightly, his knuckles almost turning white. You're unsure of what to do from here, if you should leave him alone for a little bit and maybe just do some chores around the trailer or if you should keep him company. You don't want to make the wrong move, not because there's really any consequences but because he was just given some really life changing news that would scare anyone if they were in his position. You can't imagine being told that you aren't going to get much better when your mobility is already highly impacted. That you'll be fatigued almost 99% of the time. That it'd be best to look into finding a new profession, the role of a mechanic off the table. It's all so overwhelming.

Before you can decide if you're going to give him some space or simply sit with him and maybe hold his hand if he lets you, he tosses his cane to the floor, knocking against the coffee table in the process and startling you slightly. He's tugging on the roots of his hair before burying his head into his hands, a few sniffles heard from him.

At his outburst, you rush to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him, running your hands down his arms and whispering to him that it's okay. You know it's very clearly not okay but what else was there to say? He needed some kind of positivity. You knew it would be okay but right now it wasn't. Not for him. You start to whisper "I know, I know." sympathetically, running your fingers through his bangs gently.

Suddenly he's burying his face into your chest, clutching your shirt in his hands tightly as he sobs, gutteral cries erupting from him. Something you'd never heard come out of him before. You let him sob, scream, cry, everything. You don't tell him to shhh soothingly, you don't tell him to stop crying, you just let him feel. Because his life is never going to be the same and maybe there was some part of him before that somewhat knew that but to receive confirmation is a whole different thing. To hear someone else say those words to you is a different kind of startling. So you know in this moment he just needs to feel his emotions and let everything out. You hold him for several minutes, running your hands down his back, raking your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck how he likes.

When he finally calms down enough to talk, his cheeks are stained with tears, lashes collecting them before they fall, his voice broken. He starts talking about how he hates being a charity case, someone holding everyone else back, how no one deserves that, how you and Wayne don't deserve that. He doesn't want a babysitter. He hates that you have to help him all day, assisting in the most simple tasks that he used to be able to do with no issue. He hates seeing you fold his laundry, hates that you do the dishes and clean the kitchen, hates that you cook him meals. Not because he's ungrateful but because he should be able to do all those things himself. And now he knows he can't and it takes a toll on him.

He talks about how he'll be percieved by Dustin and the rest of the kids. How they won't think as highly of him anymore and that they'll forget all about him since he's unable to do everything he was once able to. DND nights will be limited because fatigue washes over him like a wave at the most random times and one second he'll have a good amount of energy, the next he feels so out of breath and needs to take a second. He thinks the kids will suddenly hate him and think he's such a downer with the way his condition wears him out and how slow he walks. He talks about how they were all so excited for this trip everyone had been planning to the waterpark and how he could technically still go but he wouldn't be able to do anything, he'd just sit there all day and probably get sun burnt without the fun of actually getting to go on the waterslides. Steve would probably revel in the fact that he'd become the go to 'big brother' figure, leaving Eddie in the dust.

You just hold him and shed a tear or two along with him because his life will forever be changed but you know he's still the same Eddie and he can't seem to grasp that. He thinks so lowly of himself and you can see in his eyes that he's devastated. You tell him that no matter what, everyone still loves him and that no one is going to forget about him just because he's disabled now. Sure, he's going to have to adapt to a new lifestyle but if anyone can do it, he can. You reassure him that no one will think less of him, that they'll still invite him to outtings even if most of them he may turn down due to his fatigue. They'll still include him regardless of his condition, even if it's something he might not be able to necessarily do, they'll still find a way to include him. His friends aren't just going to stop being his friends.

You remind him that you don't mind helping him throughout the day and neither does Wayne. You tell him that this has become one big family and after the events of the upsidedown, everyone is essentiallly bonded to each other. Wayne would rather him be alive than anything and the fact that Eddie almost died really did a number on him. So if Wayne has to help him with every day tasks, he doesn't mind one bit if it means he gets to continue living with his rebellious, loud nephew, if he gets to continue laughing with him over stupid late night shows on the couch and sit down at the diner every week to debrief and talk about life.

Although you mention the bright side of life and how his condition isn't going to define him and that he can still do the things he wants, just maybe a bit differently than he's used to, he doesn't take well to it. It's understandable, he was just given the news that his life will never be like it was before the stupid upsidedown. So him lashing out isn't exactly a surprise to you.

He doesn't yell but he does raise his voice and it almost sounds like he's reprimanding himself more than you. His words are harsh and he says things like "maybe everyone would be better off if I didn't make it out, you'd like that wouldn't you?", "What, so you think I'm just gonna hobble everywhere?", "You have no idea what it's like, my life has been taken from me, I can't play shows anymore, I can't even fuckin' work, I'm useless." You can tell he's being irrational, the news still fresh in his brain, causing him to act out and give in to the taunting words in his mind. When he tells you to leave him alone you do your best not to take it personally. He says it until you finally walk away, continuing to take care of some chores around the trailer which only drives him even more nuts. He sits there on the couch shaking, his world crumbling around him. You want to stay by his side, you need to be by his side but you also know that what he needs more is some space before you even try talking to him again.

You can tell that he's glaring at you for cleaning again so in order to provide him some ease you step outside onto the porch to sit and ponder. It breaks your heart that Eddie, your beloved boyfriend is so hard on himself and thinks he's become some kind of a nuissance when in fact its the opposite. The kids have been asking to see him but he's refused, hating that they'd see him like this. Dustin calls every day and asks how Eddie's doing, sometimes he stops by and drops off his favorite pie, an apple pie that Dustin's mom made once and Eddie can never get enough of. She had been making a lot more of them recently when she heard about Eddie. But every time Dustin dropped them off and politley asked if he could see Eddie, Eddie would refuse to come out of his room and tell you to thank Dustin for him but that he couldn't face him. He'd tell you to blame it on him being tired, that he was still recovering, which he was but Dustin knew something else was up. There was no changing Eddie's mind though and both you and Dustin knew that, respecting his boundaries and letting him make that call for himself.

When you step back inside the trailer, Eddie is right where you left him, sitting with his head tucked into his hands again, a few sniffles escaping him. He hears the door shut and his head snaps up and he's immediatly telling you "'m sorry, 'm so sorry I didn't mean to take it out on you." and you're just shushing him calmly, telling him that it's okay and that you're not mad at all. It makes him feel shittier because throughout this whole thing you've been so understanding and he feels like he makes it so hard. He's stubborn and he knows that.

You assure him that you know he's having a hard time with the news he received that morning and that you would've probably done the same thing. It's not easy to be told something like that and he should be able to go through his emotions, it's part of the process to acceptance. Eddie keeps apologizing and you're holding him, soothing him and telling him that he doesn't need to be sorry.

Once he's calmed down, you help him into the bathroom and set up a nice bath, the water steamy how he likes it so that it soothes his aches, some epsom salt sprinkled in the water along with a dash of your bubble bath because you know he not so secretly likes it. Even though to tell him you love to do this for him, he still feels humiliated, his face going red and hesitiance in his movements as you help him into the tub. So you join him and sit in front of him, facing him as you clean him, gently moving the rag over his skin and smearing bubbles along the way. It's tender and emotinal and he could cry again if he had any tears left just watching you care for him. No one should ever care this much about him but you do. You love him.

And he loves you. More than anything. You've stuck around even when shit got bad, really bad. He almost died and he knows the kind of trauma that inflicted on you and yet you remained his rock through the entire thing. He's been an asshole and he's lashed out several times in the sense that he gets verbally upset and says things in the heat of the moment and you still remain calm and collected as he backtracks and apologizes. Every nightmare he suffers through, you're right there with him doing his breathing exercies and comforting him, making him hot chocolate in the middle of the night, mini marshmallows, whipped cream and all. Eddie knows he is such a goddamn mess, his entire life one giant shitstorm after the other but you still find it in you to love him unconditionally.

After you clean him up, you get him situated in bed, all cozy and covered in his favorite blankets. You comb through his wet curls and use that stuff that he thinks smells so good on them to keep them nice. As you comb through his bangs, you jokingly tell him he could use a haircut and that you'll book him an appointment ASAP, him laughing, knowing that you're the one who trims his hair. Then you press a kiss to his cold nose. Once everything is all settled, you curl up in bed with him, carefully laying your head against his bare chest just how he likes. His stronger arm wraps around you and a small smile graces his lips. Life isn't perfect but with you it's bearable. With you he knows he's loved even when he feels he's at his most unlovable.

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[eddiemunsonscheckeredboxers]

a one-shot blurb? of a thought i had whilst in the midst of my singledad!eddie x reader phase (1.5k words)

Summary: Reader catches a sweet moment of Eddie putting his daughter to bed, but seemingly becomes impatient to wait for their turn...

A/N: eddie and reader are mid-to-late 20's at this point, also the kid is only eddie's, reader is singledad!eddie's love interest who fell for them both, reader is female but no mention of specific features so can be gender neutral too if you want :)

warnings: minors DNI, kinda nsfw if you squint, use of 'daddy', suggested smut I guess?, domestic bliss, fluff, no mention of y/n, not proofread (sorry)

Bed Time

Balancing on the balls of your feet, you shutter at the feeling of your bare feet on the cold floor as you quietly float down the darkened hallway toward the muffled voices coming from lone bedroom at the end of the trailer. The bedroom was once adorned by heavy metal posters, junk-littered dressers, clothes thrown haphazardly around the space, and an alarming mold stain on the corner of the ceiling. Now it was filled with rainbows drawn on loose paper, barbie doll houses, and stuffed animals matted with the love of the little girl who cherished them since her arrival into his life only four years ago (the mold stain was subsequently evicted). The soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table spilled through the small opening of the door only half shut by the ever attentive father who lovingly settled his firecracker daughter into her small twin bed. Once you reached the door, you gently placed your hand on the wood of the door and sucked in a small breath, holding it there with lips bitten underneath your teeth. As you peered into the room, scanning over the dresser immediately across from you which has mismatched small, frilly socks laid out on top, waiting on the long lost promise of being paired with their mate, your eyes fell onto a scene that threatened to make your heart burst.

From your vantage point, you marveled at the sight of Eddie knelt at the side of his daughter's bed. Not having changed out of his mechanic coveralls yet, he has his right arm lovingly draped over his daughter's small body, which is tucked snuggly in her white fluffy comforter. Her wild, dark curls, a spitting image of her father's, are loosely laying around her head resting on her pink pillow case with frilly trim. Her brow is held in sorrow as she laments at the chain on her tricycle that broke earlier that day on her walk with Grampa Wayne. You watch the movement in his frame under his work clothes as Eddie soothes a hand over her forehead, guiding it back to the apex of her skull as her reassures her, his frizzy curls brushing his shoulder and back as he gently nods his head in agreement as he speaks.

"Baby, I know you're sad, but Daddy will fix it tomorrow morning. We'll have it working good as new in no time," he coos as she releases some of the tension in her face to behold him with trust and comfort etched into her big, doe eyes. A look that could he swore could break her old man's heart. You had intended to let out the breath you were holding as you heard him speak, but after hearing his promise to his baby, it came out more as a pained, pitiful sigh. Eddie turned his upper body slightly so his head could face the doorway as his eyes landed on you with a look of mild surprise to discover that he was being watched. You offered a small, shy smile and brought the cuff of his your oversized hoodie to your mouth to hide behind it. The smaller Munson flickered her eyes over to you and a toothy smile stretched across her face. The same smile reflected on her dear old dad's face as they both regarded you.

"I just wanted to say good night again, Princess," you offered quietly as your cheeks burned to a light shade of pink. You had never intended to be caught. You just wanted to capture the sweet moment between the two people who had so quickly and wholly stole your heart that day in the park some months ago. The little girl brought her small hand flat to her puckered lips and sent an exaggerated kiss into the air in your direction. You huffed a small laugh and returned it to her in double. Still smiling at the interaction, Eddie turned his attention back to his daughter and leaned into her face. "Alright, give Daddy some kisses and then its off to sleep," he said as he plants a sloppy kiss to her cheek and she squeals out a laugh while wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. Once she releases, Eddie reaches to the bedside lamp and clicks it off leaving the room lit only by a small nightlight in the corner opposite her bed. He rises and makes his way toward the door as you take a few shy steps backward into the hallway to allow him to exit the bedroom.

He pulls the door so it is almost shut, but open enough so he can hear if her small voice carries his name should she find herself in need of him during the night. The small sliver of light that peaks from the door lands on you, and Eddie slightly cocks his head to the side as he takes in your form. You're standing there watching him as he as corrects himself to face you when he lets go of the door knob. There is a shyness to your posture, as you hold the cuff of the hoodie to your lips again with your chin dipped down to meet your fist bunched underneath the fabric. You're looking up at him through your lashes with a look he can't quite place as he takes a small step toward you to get a better look in the darkness. Then he notices the shift of your thighs slightly pressing together. He quirks an eyebrow as his eyes flick back to study your face briefly again to discover the hint of desire etched in it. A slow smirk begins to appear on his lips. He takes more steps toward you and as soon as he can, he reaches his hand underneath the hem of the hoodie as slides his fingers gently across the expanse of skin right above where your sweatpants end near your hips as he closes in on you. His hands caress your sides as he snakes his arms around your waist, until they find home on the small of your back and he suddenly pulls you forward into him. Your chest collides with his as he stares down his nose at your face. In the moment, you brace your hands on his biceps and let out a whispered squeal as you adjust to the new proximity to him. You return him a smile for a few sweet seconds before he speaks.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he offered lifting his eyebrows, as the grin fell from his face and was replaced by a poorly constructed false look of innocence. You rolled your eyes as your smiled widened knowing you've been caught. You slid your hands from their place his biceps up his arms and shoulders until they met on the back of his neck bringing your faces closer so you can speak in hushed tones. You scrunched your face in confusion trying to hide the blush and countered, "I have no idea what your talking about." A devilishly handsome smile painted his face once more as he waited in silence for you to break under his stare. You sighed off your façade and pointed your chin down so you didn't have to meet the burning curiosity of his gaze. "Once I say it, I will never hear the end of it," you said as you smiled at your feet. Eddie never made you feel embarrassed about anything, but he did love to tease you a bit to get you worked up. It's not his fault you look so adorable when you're flustered. He removed a hand from your back and brought it out from under the hoodie to slot it between your bodies so he could gently grab your chin between his thumb and index finger to bring your eyes back to his. As he did, you quickly shut your eyes and screwed your face up to resemble something akin to pain as you prepared to say the words. You knew he wouldn't let it go until you did. Especially if it was something that sparked lust in you. Especially if it was for him.

Heaving your shoulders up to your ears with your eyes remaining closed, you let out yet another sigh, this time as dramatically as you could muster. You inhaled just as theatrically causing him to stifle a laugh, as you parted your lips and released, "Hearing you call yourself 'Daddy' does more for me than I want to admit." You tentatively opened one eye to take in his reaction to your admission. Eddie's smile had become more open mouthed with his tongue now sticking out slightly to the side to rest on his upper teeth as a look of amusement danced over his face. Oh, he liked this development. You groaned, defeated and slumped your head against his chest as he let out a quiet chuckle as to not alert all that slumbered in the silence of the trailer. Using his hand to maneuver your face to look up at him again, he titled his head to the side as he said in a low, thick voice, "Is it time for Daddy to get you to bed now?".

I do not consent to having my work copied or reposted anywhere. This tumblr post is the original work. Thanks for reading :) I wasn't sure how weird this concept might be, so. PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed. I do not claim to own any characters originally created by the creators of Stranger Things.

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[allthingssteddie]

Steve’s parents have been staying home recently from his father losing his job at the firm and they have been noticing bruises on his face a lot lately and immediately think Steve’s been getting into fights and causing trouble. Instead of asking Steve what’s going on they give him an ultimatum either military school or being homeless.

Steve reluctantly choice’s military school.

Billy after constant threats of being sent to military school by dad he finally sticks to his word after billy comes home with out max after the fight with Steve. When they both get there they are furious but seeing each other makes it worse but to top it off they are to be roommates.

I haven’t wrote this it’s just a idea of mine.

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[unamused-boss]

Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: Amelia is now facing new challenges within Hawkins. One being her having the miss her friend Tina's annual Halloween party. So to counter for what she thought would be a boring night, she stopped by a little birdie's house instead.

I are currently sitting inside your shared ride with Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. I had the pleasure to have the whole back seat to myself, with my boots propped up onto the window opposite of your head. My baggy washed out jeans hanging from my ankles with my golden colored sweater tucked into my jeans with a brown belt.

“Steve, the more you complain about it and not work on it the more it’s going to suck.” I said to him after hearing him complain about his college essay for the past fifteen minutes.

“It’s not bad Steve, it just needs some rearranging.” Nancy reassured. “You just have to…” Nancy went onto this thing about how he can fix it but I truly did not care. They went onto something else about some dinner that they had to go to. Everything came to a halt when a roar of an engine stopped every word that was about to be exchanged. Both Nancy and Steve stepped out of the car to have a look at the noise while I only peered out of the window. We all saw a charged blue Camaro drive by us and parked. Our eyes still followed to see who owned it. My eyes made contact with the California plate on the back of it.

“What are the odds..” I laughed, I’m kinda happy another Cali kid is here. Maybe I can make a new friend. Two people got out of the car, a dude wearing denim on denim with curly hair styled into a mullet and a twelve year old with red hair with a skateboard. They both looked familiar. But then I saw it, it was the missing earring to my set that I had when I left in California. I thought it fell out when I was packing my bags.

“No fucking way…” I said in shock. ‘Out of every town in this country, you just had to show up here…’

“Shit.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Out of every damn state that those asswhips could pick. They pick my state. Indi-fucking-ana. I can’t handle this. I'm gonna throw up. I don’t have the energy to go find a new place to live. I can’t let any of them see me. I can’t live through this. This has to be some sort of nightmare. A really bad nightmare. God I didn’t change my last name either. Everyone is going to know. He’s going to figure it out and I’ll be thrown in front of a flippin bus. What am I going to do?

“Hey!” An all to perky Tina jumped up at me while I was at my locker. “How are you Amy?”

God, here it begins.

“What’s up…” My voice sounds frazzled, get it together. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well as you know by now there is a new hot topic on campus.” Tina grinned.

“Yeahh.” I answered clearly to most with no enthusiasm, but not to Tina. “What does he have to do with me?”

“Well. I was hoping you could hook me up with your cousin!”

“Cousin? No he is not my cousin, we are no were near related.”

“Really?” She seemed not to believe me. “You guys just look really similar, I mean if you never took your sunglasses off I’d think you were him.” She obviously meant it as a joke. I can tell by the light giggle that she gave after making her comment.

“Well we’re not so I can’t help you there.” I stated blankly to her. “Hope you’re able to get in his pants.” I tried to end the conversation there but I was stopped.

“Hey wait!” I turned back to face Tina, who had pulled out an orange slip of paper. “Here you're invited, hope you can make it.” She said before skipping away to her next class. I looked down at the flier to see ‘ Let’s get sheet faced’ printed in bold on it. I laugh a bit at the play on words before folding it and putting it in my pocket. ‘I am skipping school today’ I made my way to the back exit of the school when a light force knocked me a few steps back.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. Please don’t yell at me, I’m just trying to get to chem.” A familiar frantic voice called out to me. Robin Buckley.

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

“Are you sure? Cause listen if that scary dude is related to you please don’t send him my way.” She begged. 

I huffed. “I’m not related to him, Robin, don’t worry. I’m playing hooky, I’ll catch ya later… hopefully?” I say. I start walking past her to the free world from Hawkins High School

“Yeah, to-totally.” The faint voice of Robin can be heard from the closing doors.

…

Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

“Listen Tina, I can’t make it.” I told the bummed girl over that phone. “I’m sorry, I’ll come to the next party you throw.” I reassured her.

“But why are you flaking out on the Halloween bash! You never miss this specific party in the few years that I have known you.” That is true. Once you went to Tina’s annual halloween party you’ve never missed it. But that is changing this year. Being that your twin brother and step sister now live here, there is going to be a lot more flaking then just at the halloween party.

“Tina I told you, I’m taking Will trick or treating with his friends tonight.” You told her once again. “We can do a sleepover some time next week… okay.” 

“Okay.” I heard her sigh, “I see ya around.”

“See ya later Tina.” I hung up the yellow landline. I walk over to the livingroom to see Will fixing his ghostbusters costume.

“I still can’t believe no one else dressed up this year.” Will said sadly, “Everyone dressed up last year.”

“It’s okay Will, they just think they're too cool to dress up.” I reassured the small kid. In the back you can hear Bob explaining to Johnathan how the camera works when Joyce came behind Will with his, whatever it is, backpack for his costume.

“Listen, stay close to your brother and Amy, and you get a bad feeling just tell them so you can come straight home.” Joyce told him. “You promise.” Will gave her a thumbs up. “Okay.”

“You ready to rock and roll, Will the wise.” I smiled down at him.

“Be safe.” Joyce shouted out to us, mainly to Will. We all got into the car. Jonathan driving, Will in the passenger seat, and with me in the back. We start to make our way over to Mike’s neighborhood. 

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan says all of a sudden.

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me differently.” Will said. “I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What, you think me and Johnathan are lame?” I said, trying to lighten his mood. 

“No, but it’s not like Nancy is coming to watch over Mike. You know?” Jonathan just sighs. He looks at me from the mirror. I give him the same look. We both feel bad for the kid, but what are we gonna do? I don’t want anything to happen to Will. Sooner than later we are at Mike’s front yard. Will makes his way to get out till Johnathan stops him.

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

“If I let you go by yourself, will you promise to stay in the neighborhood.” Johnathan suggested. 

“Yeah.” Will’s mood brightened up. “Yeah-Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.” Jonathan told him.

“9:30?” Will tried to persuade him. “9:00.” Jonathan said again.”Deal?” “Yeah deal.” Will rushes out of the car to go to his friends.

“Will.” Jonathan stops him from leaving the car to hand him the camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends touch this.” Will laughed and took the camera to go over to his friends. 

“You’re a good brother John.” I smiled at him. “I’ll see ya later.” As is tried to get out of the car but Jonathan stopped me.

“Wait where are you going?” 

“I don't know, I’ll probably walk around the neighborhood.” I said. “I got a friend down that street.”

“You’re really not going to Tina’s party?” He was bewildered by this. 

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

“But you love Tina’s parties.” He simply stated.

“Well I’m not feeling it this year.” I told him.

“Bullshit.” He called. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just don’t want to go.” I’m sticking to this. “I have someone I can hang out with, plus I’ll be close to Will if something happens.” John and I just stare at each other for a minute.

“Okay.” He sighed. “But if Nancy gets upset that you’re not there, I’m not taking the heat.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him as I got out of the car. I walked my way over to where the boys were messing around as John left for Tina's party. “Okay turd-nuggets.” I begin.

“Really, what are you twelve?” Mike sassed. 

“And are you a lollipop with that stick up your ass?” I sassed back to him, I start back up were I was interrupted. “I will be down that street with a friend, I will be back her at 8:45 to make sure you guys are fine. Okay?”

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

“Great! See you shit-heads later.” I walk off a familiar bird’s house. I walk up the stairs to the front door and give it a quick knock. I wait until the door opens. 

“Amelia?” Robin says confused. “What are you doing here?”

“ I was hoping we could hang out for a bit.” I suggested. “Is that okay?”

“Oh! It’s completely fine!” She exclaimed, “I just thought you'd be at some party.”

“I didn’t feel like partying tonight, ya know.” I made my way into her house.

…

Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

The party was in full swing. TP covering the lights of every room. Alcohol filling the mouths and noses of every teenager on the property. Music blasting as loud as physically possible. Someone throwing up in the front yard. The smell of weed coming from the master bedroom with each new blunt that was lit. The sound of a name being chanted in the backyard. A keg stand can be seen with an all too familiar blonde on top, like always. 

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” Is chanting through the crowd as the new keg king came down from his stand. Spitting out that remaining beer from his mouth.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy yelled. The statement “We have a new keg king, ladies and gentleman!” Being shouted along as Billy made his way into the house. His senses are filled with the atmosphere of the room. Till he sees a certain fallen king with his princess. 

“Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington.” Tommy boasted.

“Yeah, eat it Harrington!”  Steve looked onto the, now new, keg king. Waiting for something to happen.

“What’s wrong Harrington? Your little dyke is not here to save you.” Tommy fake whined to him. As a way to taunt him. Tommy was about to keep laughing when he felt beer splash over his shoulder. “What the? What the hell Tina?!”

“Don’t call her that!” Tina shouted at him “If she was here she’d leave you crying.”, too drunk to keep dealing with him but still wanting to defend her friend. Nancy, now done with the testerone in front of her, quickly left to get something stronger to drink. Tommy is now pissed that he is covered in pungent drink. 

“Go worry about yourself before you come at me guys.” Was all Steve said then walking away from the other teenage boys. Staring off at the brunette as he went after his girlfriend.

Billy turned himself around to face Tommy. “How were you talking about that got Tina mad?” He asked, genuinely curious about the lesbian that was not present tonight at the party of the semester.

“Oh. Just some lesbo that hangs with Harrington.” Tommy retorted, making it seem like she isn’t worth Billy’s time. “She can be a fucking asshole.”

…

Laughter filled the Buckley house this Halloween. The two girls conversed with one another for the past few hours. Being comfortable with one another knowing how the other truly is.

“Wait.” Robin kept laughing. “You got caught kissing Heather Halloway from her bedroom window then proceeded to fall from the second story?!”

“Yeaah, I’m not welcomed over at the Holloway house any more.” I giggled.  

“Jeez, you’ve done more than I thought.” Robin smiled. “I’m still scared to change in the girls locker room.”

“Hey I’m the town lesbo.” I calmly giggled. 

We fell into comfortable silence, “Hey, I wanna ask you something?” Robin asked.

“Sure.” I said, waiting for her question.

“What was California like?” I sat silent for a second. Due to my silence Robin thought she had hit a nerve. “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, I just haven't talked with anyone about California.” I reassured her. “ It was like a constant sunset everyday…” I started.

“The weather was always perfect. And the beaches, oh my god the beaches. They were always clear. I lived in Santa Monica, very touristy but beautiful.” I was happy I could finally talk about my home again. “Ugh that sand was so soft under your toes when you walked. And there was this boardwalk that my mom took me and my brother to all that time-” 

“You have a brother?” Robin asked curiously.I stopped. ‘No I messed up’.

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

“Everyday… but I hope he’s living the California dream as you guys would say.” I covered my truth with a lie. Not wanting her to know that my brother is here in Hawkins. 

“Well from how to describe California, it sounds beautiful.” She reassured me.

I stared back at her with a smile. “Thanks Robin.” Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence. I liked being around Robin, even with her nervous attitude, she was truly one of a kind. I was about to say something when I glanced at the clock of the wall to find it was close to the time I told the boys I would meet them.

“I gotta go.” I sighed disappointedly, “But I’d love to spend more time together.” I am hoping her answer is a yes.

“Yeah, I would love that! Well not like love-love, but do love being around you. Not in like a couple ways cause that would be weird since we’re just friends. Yaaa know.” She panicked.

“I know Rob.” I smirked, “I’ll see you at school later.” 

As we said our goodbyes, I made my way down the street to see the boys. I saw the familiar ghostbuster’s suits from where I was. I could tell that they picked someone up along the way to go trick or treating with. ‘How cute, they made a new friend’. There were two stragglers in the back of the group, by the hair cuts I could tell that it was Mike and Will. I did a small jog over to them.

“Hey shit-heads!” I yelled to them, all their heads slowly turning to me as I made my way over to them. “Did you guys get anything good?”

“What Amy, why are you here?” Mike complained.

“Cause it is close to 9:00 and I want to check on you guys, is that so bad?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Okay you know what, you're a little shit.” I said to him, “Besides who’s your new?... friend…”

Fuck.

It appears that we have the same looks on our faces. I stared at Max. She stared back at me.

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

“Do you know Max, Amy?” Lucas asked me.

I took a deep breath in. “No.” I said simply. “Listen, hit up a few more houses, I’ll come get you in a minute.”

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

“I need a minute guys!” I shouted at them, walking over to Mike’s front yard. Dammit, why. Why! The last person I want to see is with the kids I watch. Shit. This is bad. She can’t tell Niel. No, she can’t tell Billy. Would they even believe her if she told them? Shit, what do I do? I was taken out of my head when a very upset Mike walked by me. I was about to ask him if he was okay when I heard a commotion in the street. I look over to see Will being picked on by some older boys.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” I shout at them as I run over to them. “Get back here you fuck heads!” They ran away the minute I had my eyes set on them. Will was pushed to the ground, dropping his candy and camera. I kneel down to him, “Hey Will, are you okay?” I calmly asked him. “Did they hurt you?” I kept asking. Will was not responding what so ever. He just kept looking up at the sky, like something was looking at him. “Will?... Will!” He started to get up slowly, still not answering me. He started to move slowly. Till he ran straight to the back of Mike’s house. “Will!” I shouted after him, grabbing his candy and camera. The other apparently heard me since I heard multiple pairs of feet behind me. I made my way down some brick stairs to find Mike with Will hiding behind a wall.

“Will! I couldn’t find you.” Mike panicked with worry. “I heard Amy shouting then I couldn’t find you, are you hurt?” Due to Will’s heavy breathing I could tell what was up.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. 

I kneeled down to his level looking him in the eyes. “Did you have another episode Will?” He was still looking around like a scared cat. “I’m gonna get you home, okay buddy.”  Mike made his way to help Will up. When others tried to help he called them off. Blocking off the rest of us to take Will with him.

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

“Keep trick or treating, I’m bored anyways.” He started taking Will with him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Max asked, looking to us for an answer. The boys and I were silent, nothing to say.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about.” I told her. “Dustin, Lucas go up there for a minute. I need to talk with her.”

“What! Why?” They both started to complain.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go!” I hardly ever get stern with them, but when I do I hope they know I mean what I say. They both, begrudgingly, made their way up the stairs. I turn myself back to Max.

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

“I go by Amy now…” Well this is awkward.

“What did you want?” She asked me, quit literally over me already.

“You can’t tell Billy I’m here or anyone.” I told her.

“What? Why not?” She was baffled. “Do you not know how much Billy misses you?”

“No Max I don’t, because I’ve been here for the past 4 years.” I stated. “Just please don’t tell him, and don’t tell anyone that we’re related. Got that.”

“Yes.”

“Good. As far as me and you go, we just met. Okay?”

“Okay.” She said a bit quietly. “Now let’s get you back up there with your friends so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” I take her back up to Dustin and Lucas. And since Johnathan isn’t here by 9:00, looks like I’m stuck here.

Jeez, the next month is gonna be a shit show. Max knows I’m here now. Johnathan is nowhere in sight. On top of that my twin brother is here too. Hopefully this can’t get any worse than it already is.

Man. I was so wrong about that…

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this part of the story! Also so sorry for my absents, I know you guys are wanting fics/stories. All I ask is that you be patient with me, thank you. If you have any kind of feed back I would love to hear it. And please tell me what you think of Robin and Amelia's interactions together.

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read my fic!! called I'd like to be suddenly discovered by you.

Eddie finds the place accidentally, he’s out on a walk, it’s the first real warm day of the spring he’s actually gotten to experience, that he’s not cooped up working for. He’s thinking of turning around when he stumbles across it. It’s a small cafe with yellow awnings, and sunflowers painted on the windows with a tangle of greenery around them.

The sign on the awning proclaims it’s Robin’s with a little red bird on it, with a pink bow on around its neck.

It’s not the type of place that normally would draw him in, but this time it does. Maybe it was the dreary winter, and this place seems to be spring bottled. Maybe Eddie is desperate for sunshine.

At least today he is. So the next chance he gets he crosses the street, the open sign is handwritten in pink swirling lettering. The bell rings overhead when he steps inside, immediately he’s hit with the scent of cinnamon and warm bread baking, the lights overhead are warm instead of harsh florescent, the temperature is on the right side of warm but not too warm or too cold.

All the chairs are in fun colours and comfortable looking with small tables and bigger tables depending on your party. His eyes almost instantly catch on a door near the back, where it has a d20 on a sign that says campaign in session, only a small window above it.

The cafe itself is scarcely packed with customers for the time of day, teenagers in the back corner talking among themselves and gigging, older women hunched over knitting, a man reading the newspaper.

Everything about this place seems to want to knock him on his ass. The back wall behind the counter is a huge mural drawing in all of the colours of the chairs to tie them into the room or some shit, the sign itself for the food and drink is thankfully not written in the same hand from the open sign, in much more readable font in big letters in blue chalk.

It takes him almost too long to notice that he’s being stared at by the person behind the cash, he gives him a cheery smile when he catches his eye finally, it hits Eddie right in the chest, the man is his height, with fluffy hair and wire rimmed glasses and brown droopy eyes, and moles dotting his face that makes it so much worse. Freckles and moles have always been his weak spots, and this guy is hitting all of his attractions with his yellow sweater.

Eddie’s face suddenly feels warm.

The guy gives him another sweet smile when Eddie stops staring like a creep and actually walks closer to the counter. “First time?” His voice matches his smile, but there’s humour to his words that Eddie doesn’t understand.

“Eh, yeah.” Equivalently put Eddie, really showing your craft with words with that one.

Eddie tries not to be more charmed as that draws out a bigger smile from the man, Eddie’s eyes flick down to his name tag, ‘Dingus,’ it says in bold letters, next to a pin that says ‘hearing impaired’ with a small ear with a cross over it.

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Inspiration weekend

For a Steddie roommates AU I'm plotting.

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Steve's No Good, Terrible, Kinda Perfect Senior Year by merry_magpie

(9/9 I 74,855 I Mature)

Steve pivoted back to his original demand. “You can’t tell anyone.” Munson scoffed. “I mean it. You cannot tell anyone about this.”

“What’s in it for me if I don’t?” Eddie said as he stood up to his full height and crossed his arms.

+++

In a last-ditch attempt to live and create a new leader for their hive mind, the vines in the tunnel released a (probably) toxic goop right into Steve’s face. Getting powers from the Upside Down was the cherry on the shit sundae Steve had been served since Halloween.

All he wanted to do was graduate in peace, left alone to lick his wounds and mourn the loss of his relationship with Nancy and the loss of his popularity in private. It turns out the Spring of ‘85 might be when he finally finds a family, real friends, and a very unexpected romance.

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i'm the one begging, sugar.

✧˚couple///eddie munson x afab reader

✧˚warnings/// explicit smut with plot, mentions of weed, fluffy smut, praise kink, bottom!eddie, afab!reader, midsized!reader, marking, possessive!eddie, small blood/pain kink on eddie's part, explicit consent, a bit of teasing, tad bit of nipple play, mention of begging and overstimulation, a little body insecurity, tad bit of angst, lots of emotions, friends to lovers, cuddles :)

✧˚ words/// 4.3k

✧˚ a/n/// didn't edit this thoroughly, too lazy. reader has no established pronouns but traditionally fem compliments are used. this is long as shit btw and the first time i'm posting fanfic so yeah :) i posted this on a03 as well, same title. you'll find it. hope you like it, i put a warning before the smut so if you're only interested in the fluff, you know when to stop <33

✧˚munson playlist :)

"I'm still so pissed at Gareth for breaking my baby." His voice is low, hanging onto whatever disbelief he still has left in him after hours of complaining.

Standing idly by, while Eddie bitches and moans about his precious guitar, you just admire the work of the Erratic Music Shop just besides the Hawkin's sign.

The astounding gallery of displayed guitars of all shapes and sizes hung delicately on the walls was too much to take in. It's rare to find so much music in one place, let alone near Hawkins. The strings of each guitar tuned perfectly and tight, ready to be strung. All of the different instruments had such unique, alluring assets that would draw whoever was meant to find them and give them a home. You ran your fingers along the smooth, black plastic that had a sparkling metallic tint. The cool feel was familiar and soothing against your fingertips. Feeling too lost in your own amazement, everything else was tuned out so when Eddie's hands frantically wave in front of your face, you can't help but jump back and slap his arm.

His wide eyes and furrowed brows tell you that you weren't giving your spoiled best friend enough attention for his liking. You roll your eyes and sigh comically, shooing him away.

"Were you even listening to me?" His voice, sounding almost tantalizing, was high pitched and pained.

"It's just a snapped string, you big snob. Cry about it."

Placing a dramatic hand over his heart, he throws his head back and gasps aggressively, like he was stabbed in the chest. You catch a glimpse of the veins that run along the back of his hand, admiring all the divots, calluses, and scars from his years of relentless idiocy.

It's endearing, truly.

You turn your attention back to the exhibit of apparatus'. You hear Eddie and the customer service guy converse, wrapping up their transaction. You take down the black bass you were admiring so dearly earlier and sit with a knee raised on the bar supporting the rusty stool. Placing your fingers gracefully over the frets, you find your position. Clearing your throat, you play.

You don't even notice the way Eddie smirks, slinging his sweetheart over his shoulder. Or the deep blush that crosses this face or the admiration for not only your taste in music, but your ability to play a heavenly tune. You look up, feeling an odd, uncomfortable pressure and meet his gaze. Looking away out of slight embarrassment, you hastily put the instrument back and mentally scold yourself.

"You ready?" You inhale, brushing your hands on the fabric of your jeans hugging your hips. He nods, still hung up on how fucking cool you were.

Following you out into the parking lot, he glances at the sky and notices the gloomy overcast that sets over the seemingly humid day. He hmphs quietly and stops before the extended roof ends. Holting, missing his presence, you turn around and notice him looking around with his hands firmly on his hips.

"Gonna rain." He says, with such disdain. It's nothing but a painfully obvious observation.

Raising your eyebrows, you mimic his stance. "Yeah. You look like a dad. Something wrong?"

He scoffs and picks up on the mockery. He fixes his stance and shoves his hands in his abnormally deep pockets. Holding his DND dice, you guess. He shrugs and gestures towards the gray skies. You nod and wonder what the actual fuck he's on about.

"Well.." He stops and looks at his feet, his toes wiggling in his worn down combat boots. "Rain means thunder."

Snorting, you place your hands on your hips. "Yeah, that's how it works, Einstein." You take a step closer and notice that he isn't really joking. The concerned look on his face never fades. Maybe you did or said something wrong and worry begins to flood your chest. "Is Sweetheart.. scared of rain?" You know he likes to personify Sweetheart sometimes, and occasionally, he'll get a bit defensive if someone doesn't quite grasp that it's not a humorous bit.

It takes you a long moment, and then it clicks.

No… Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, not afraid of his reputation or overdosing or getting his ass beat by Jason and his goons, but terrified of the occasional rumbling in the clouds. In disbelief, you try to stifle your laughs. I mean, you don't know why or if there's a full story. Maybe there's a rational explanation.. or maybe he's just a baby.

"You uh… don't like the thunder, big boy?" You smile, awaiting his response while he rocks back and forth nervously.

"No! No…" The fear of you finding the truth in his voice says otherwise. "I just.. don't want Sweetheart to get wet and… upset, y'know."

You nod again, walking towards him and patting him on the shoulder as the gentle sound of light rain begins. The sticky air sending an ick along your skin and forming goosebumps motivates you to get home, strip, and curl up in bed. Trying your best to be understanding, you take his hand in yours and the warmth is nothing but comforting for the both of you. His intricate brown eyes stare into yours with such love, like nobody has ever touched him his entire life. The keys attached to his studded belt touch your thigh and you inch closer. Your fingers interlock.

"How about we go to my place? Listen to some Judas Priest?" A little grin creeps onto his face, you match his energy and butterflies invade your core. "Maybe some Rush.. Fleetwood Mac."

"Ahh, you really tried to sneak Fleetwood Mac in there?" He chuckles, squeezing your hand. Such a tease, the thing he does best. "Maybe. If you're lucky."

An exaggerated squeal exiting your mouth, you hop and tug on his hand, leading him towards the increasingly aggressive rain. The weirdly warm droplets of water hit the top of your head and run down your face. Sprinting hand in hand with Eddie, you giggle like a little school girl, playing with her playground crush at recess. He hugs the strap of his guitar but hugs your hand tighter, pure joy overtaking him. He almost forgets about the inevitable thunderclaps to come and rather focuses on the happiness you exude in the midst of a shitty situation.

Finally reaching your car, you remember you hooked your keys on his belt to keep them safe because you forgot your keychain. Grabbing the roof for stability because you lacked the athleticism to slow down, so caught up in the moment, you turn around and Eddie bumps into your chest. He lets out a grunt and your wet clothes stick together. Breathing heavily, his head rests on your shoulder. He bursts out in laughter, snaking his arms around your waist. You throw your arms around his neck, fingers twiddling with his tangled, dripping hair. He forgets about Sweetheart, about the seemingly close lighting and thunder. He lets himself become soaked in your arms.

"You're an idiot." You bury your face in his chest, catching your breath.

You realize now you should grab the keys but it doesn't strike you how your fingers sloppily trying to find your car key would make his heart race until you could hear it. You felt the thumping in your ears. The heat between your bodies rises in intensity. Feeling the familiar texture of your key, you unhook it and turn around. He remains stagnant. He presses himself against the back of you and you can't help but fail to unlock the door. Arms still around your waist and face embedded in the nook of your neck, you slowly open the door and he releases, saying nothing while he heads to the passenger side and gets in.

The car ride home is silent.

When you get out of the car, the rain has reduced to a sprinkle and the thunder has died down. Usually when you guys get out of the car, he races you to the door. A childish game, but one that you adored and cherished every time that dumbass almost trips over himself.

He walked. He walked solemnly to the door and waited patiently for you to unlock it. Closing the car door, regret pulsed throughout you and all you could think was how you wished you hadn't let him get so close. How you wished you hadn't played his favorite song on the black bass, and how you shouldn't have let him hold you all those nights you watched awfully edited horror movies. You stay by the car as the rain trickles down your face, the warmth running over your skin. Your hair, heavy and wet. This shit feels like a scene out of Footloose.

"What the hell was that back there?" You say, impetuously.

Having to project your voice outside of your comfort zone was already uncomfortable enough but getting ahead of yourself and addressing your entire friendship with Eddie right then and there in the rain was a whole new definition of a impulsivity.

His chest rose and he inhaled deeply as he gently took Sweetheart off his shoulder and laid her leaning against the wall. He stared at the floor, shoved his hands in his pockets and started slowly strolling to where you were.

"What was what, doll?" The uncertainty in his voice didn't sound so much as uncertainty but avoidance, if that could even be a tone. Even now, in the heat of things and with your closeness on the line, the term of endearment makes your heart flutter.

Your exhaustion catches up to you, "Don't play dumb, Munson. It's obvious. I felt that. I've felt this." You gesture between the two of you and an ache you can't get rid of lingers inside of you. Dread and doubt. As if you could be anything more than friends. "Outside Erratics. I don't know, I- Maybe I'm making shit up. Maybe I got a big ego." His chocolate brown eyes stare into yours with such intensity and focus, it hurts. "But I don't know! I felt- I feel.. Something. For you."

You begin to feel yourself ramble. All the energy you had to explain yourself, to listen and to talk has vanished along with any sliver of hope you had. You not only feel that pipe dream of the two of you dissipate, but part of your friendship you know you can't get back.

"I'm sorry, it's not worth talking about. Let's head inside, it's gross out and i'm-mm-"

Warm, chapped lips press up against yours and you can't process that it's actually Eddie's palm cupping your cheeks and his hand traveling slowly down to your waist. You could feel the desperation between the two of you. Maybe he's wanted to do this the whole time, just as you have for years and even if the insecurity creeps up on you, you'll always have this as fuel to prove he cares about you just as you do him. The smile on his face pressed against you just feels so right and you can't help but do the same. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You hear his laugh echo in your brain and feel yourself stumbling backwards and his body weight leaning against you. Finding the strength to pull away, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, smiling like a dumbass.

"You're an idiot, Eds."

"Oh, I'm an idiot?! Me? You waited this long, darlin'. You're stupid."He pulls back with an amplified "No, you!" expression and there's that cocky, sweet smile of his.

"You could've made a move too, y'know." He chuckles and licks his lips, snaking both his arms around you and interlocking his fingers, completely entrapping you.

"Me? Oh, love, M' a pussy. Can't do that, mh-m. Can't make the first move, not with you." He presses his dewy forehead against yours. "Never could." Your heart ache turns into a sweet, awaited gaiety.

You peck his lips and continue pressing light, wholesome kisses down his neck. "You tryin' to get in my pants, pretty girl?"

You giggle, inhaling his scent as your head hangs just under his. The aroma of weed, musk and sweat fill your nostrils and you feel your heart begin to beat faster.. and beat elsewhere.

You pull him by his belt loops and his hips touch yours. His hair tickles your cheek, sending shivers down your spine and your imagination spirals."Maybe we should go inside.. get outta the rain?" He nods, completely mesmerized by your movement with wide eyes and a flushed face.

Taking his hand, you lead him into the house and set down your stuff. It's difficult to focus considering he's all over you. When you took off your shoes, he was playing with your hair and while you were bent over, untying them. When you took off your coat, he helped you and planted kisses along your shoulder. And when you hung up your keys on the hook, you felt his fucking boner against your ass as his arms found their way around your stomach. You guess it's because of the distance that you've shoved between yourself, the wall you've put up to protect your mind and your relationship. So much tension finally finding the opportunity to be unraveled.

But that wall was demolished in just a few minutes, gone. Sure you had some shit you two needed to figure out, talk about but god, that's the last thing you were concerned with right now. You knew where this was going and honestly, even though you didn't think sex was all that, you didn't want to stop it.

He plopped on the couch while you got changed into some comfortable clothes, shorts and a tank top. Truthfully you didn't think too much about it, it's humid and sticky out and you prioritized your comfort more than your desire to feel sexy.

You wanted him, though, in more ways than one. And you didn't want to wait any longer than you had to.

Seeing him on the couch, stretched out, legs spread and his head thrown back on the cushions in relaxation sealed the deal. You strolled over, picking up two beers and handing one to him as you sat close next to him.

"You wanna watch somethin'? I was thinking maybe 'The Evil Dead'?" He let out a weird growl, imitating a zombie. You watched him act out this odd scene, and you just wanted to throw yourself on him.

smut begins ------

"Eds?" He looks up at you with narrowed eyes, and it's an unspoken communication between the two of you. You lean down and gently press your lips against his, more intimately and slower than out in the rain where it was pure passion and compulsion. His eyes flutter shut and he returns the tender gesture. Not awkward or perfect but fucking amazing; it's human.

The connection between the two of you only grows more heated by the minute. You straddle him, feeling his hardness underneath you. His hands roam from your thighs, up your torso to your cheeks. Breaking apart, struggling for air, you both looked into one another with desperation.

"Waited so long for this." Those words alone made your cheeks red hot and your wetness begins to grow. His sly little comments aren't helping. "S' pretty. S' good to me."

He softly groans as you subconsciously grind on him and take his face in your hands, bringing his neck to your lips. Sucking and nipping gently as his skin, small whimpers leave his mouth and he kneads the side of your thighs. The sound of him being so worked up over you gave you a small boost of confidence. He wandered amongst your body, his rough palms grazing over every inch of skin. He drags your tank top strap down and you take the hint, pulling it over your head as you feel his eyes burn into you. The cold air hits your chest and before you can even think. He showers your breasts in soft, hungry kisses. Your cleavage, collarbone and shoulders are sprinkled in discolored circles of possession and he marks you up, leaving hickeys to tell the entire town you're his.

"All mine, darlin'." He growls; he's fucking dripping with lust.

"All yours." You nod slightly, gripping his hair.

His arms wrap around you, tugging at the back of your bra and fiddling with the clasp but not undoing it. He looks up at you with doe eyes, pleading and asking for permission.

"Can I-"

"Yes. Please." He smiles wide and unhooks it with little effort. You let it slide down your arms as he watches your tits fall free. He takes a long, hard look at them, gawking.

"Fuckin' hell, gorgeous." He takes your nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.

You whisper a curse and let out a small whimper of pleasure. He inhales sharply in response, massaging the other with need. You tug on his hair a little more and it's like it flips a switch in him. You aren't the lightest girl, you're pretty midsized, if not, heavier. And yet he grips underneath your exposed thighs and lifts you along with himself, laying you down gently. He takes off his shirt in one fell swoop and his stomach has a happy trail and a few scars here and there, and god is he beautiful.

"Can I touch you, angel?" He stands above you, looking down at the goddess beneath him. You nod and he shakes head in opposition. "I need t' hear it, love."

"Yes." Put bluntly, you were dripping for him, an absolute wreck and him being such a gentleman was a breath of fresh fucking air but all you needed was for him to rip you apart.

"Well, that wasn't very nice, was it?" His smirk told you enough, this was a game to him. You were slightly reminded of his nerdy DND campaign that you couldn't help but find cute. However, part of you, riddled with self esteem problems, honestly questioned if he wanted or needed you as much as you did him. You swallowed your fear, taking the chance that maybe he'd tolerate your body because your personality makes up for it. But you just decided to play it like you were in control, for it was an act of a needy, pathetic boy who just wants his case of blue balls to be fixed in the most satisfying way possible.

You let out a small chuckle, "Shut up." You take his hand and shove his fingers on your clit, both of you moaning whilst maintaining eye contact. You shyly look away, the falsified confidence leaving your body once his natural intensity struck you.

"Oh- oh, fuck." He begins moving his fingers on his own, back and forth as you lose control over your limbs. They twitch and shake occasionally on their own volitation in response to his wonderfully but agonizingly slow movements. "You're somethin' else. All soaked, just for me huh? God, M' a mess for you, darlin'." A loud whimper in response and he shoves a finger in you, making you throw your head back.

He sucks on your neck, laying half on you, completely ruining you. He adds another finger with ease and he groans, relishing in your otherworldly self.

"Oh god, Eds, please." You cry, scratching at his biceps, probably leaving red marks for later. His breath hitches, his cock absolutely aching at the thought of your mouth, hands n' pussy wrapped around it. You can't think of anything other than him, your head is just white noise and red hot desire.

"Oh, princess. I- I wanna be in you. Wanna' feel ya, please. Is that okay with you, Ready for that? Can I please- fuck." He stumbles over his words as your legs cramp up, like there's knots between each of your ligaments.

"Yes, god. Eddie, please."

He slides them out, rubbing your throbbing clit a few times and spreading your slick around your cunt.

He takes his fingers and instead, slides them in his mouth, sucking on them as you watch with pure covet. You run your fingers through his hair and kiss the top of it, catching your breath. He jumps up out of your grasp and fumbles with his jeans, hurrying to shove them off. You can't help but think about how you should've just said it, done this, before. It was all so painfully obvious.

He stands above you, buck ass naked and just basking in the sight before him. Like he's never seen a human body before. You squish your thighs together out of anxiety. Maybe you're not pretty enough. Maybe you won't feel good enough for him.

"Don't hide from me, darlin'. You're too fuckin' pretty, too- too… fuck ethereal? Not good with big words, hun. Failed english every year." He chuckles with disdain for Mrs. Gerard. You blush at his attempt to make you feel worth something and the worst part about his dumb monologue is that it works. It always does. There will always be that part of you that despises your reflection with such a burning hatred but sometimes, Eddie has the ability to melt that away with his honesty, his perception of you. He wouldn't lie, he wouldn't be here if he didn't wanna be. "You sure you're okay with this, lovey?"

"M' on the pill. I'm clean." You feel like you're floating, in another dimension with just him. And you just want to feel him. Safety comes first obviously, you don't want kids or an STD but Eddie hasn't had sex in months. Said he didn't feel like it anymore, and you let yourself think it's because he realized he was hooked on you. That might be the case, just maybe.

"Me too. But uhm, hey, you don't have to anything you wanna do, alright? I wantcha to be comfy, baby. You're sure?" He bites his bottom lip, awaiting your answer.

You almost get teary eyed and nod. You sit up with whatever strength you have, still fucking rocked from his talented fingers. He watches your every movement, from your hips shifting position to running your fingers through your tangled hair.

"I want you dumbass, you gonna make me beg?" You laugh a bit and bite your bottom lip, not letting yourself feel anymore beneath surface level emotion. He raised his eyebrow and grins, almost like he wouldn't mind hearing you beg. You bury that newly formed fantasy in your mind to address at another time. He's red hot, laying on top, careful to not put his entire weight on you. His hand, still sticky with your arousal, snakes underneath your waist and positions your hips to align with his.

"I'm the one begging, sugar." He gives a nice, slow kiss before pushing the tip in between your folds with such caution. You're astounded by the pleasure that not only his body gives you, but his stupid, cheesy words. You place your hand on his that holds his cock, leaking pre-cum. He watches your face as he pushes it in a bit further, moaning deeply and scouring your expression for pain or discomfort.

"Doing okay?" You nod and urge him to push it all the way in.

Being so comfortable with him, you're loose. It doesn't hurt or cause any sort of uneasiness, and when the tip brushes against that nagging spot, you arch your back and roll your hips. Your mouth hangs open, feeling so euphoric that nothing but heavy breaths can leave. You close your eyes and hear him grunt as your pussy swallows him, devouring his dick entirely and every nerve fires within him. He cannot believe it's actually happening.

"Feels-fuck. You feel s'good, y'know that?" You bring your arms underneath his and grip his shoulders and he pulls out a bit, pushing back in at a painfully slow rate. You moan, dragging your nails along his back.

You smile and let out a breathy sob. "Just like that, Eds." He complies immediately, thrusting at a steadier and smoother pace. It's like it's filling a hole inside you (figuratively and literally) and you whine, pulling his body impossibly closer. "Right there, baby. So good for me. Fuck."

The whimpers are like music to both your ears. His deep, almost animalistic groans are alluring and bewitching. He grips your waist strongly and leans down to your ear, nipping and whispering how amazing your cunt feels around him. You roll your eyes back, soaking in the feeling of his dick wrecking you.

"S' lucky. Can't- jesus h. fuck. Can't believe shit's happening, angel. You're such a sweet thing, s' good. Gonna' cum." He can barely form words and something about his eagerness and passion sends you over the edge. Your pussy spasms, legs shaking and your mind somewhere else entirely. You feel him pour into you. His spurts of warm cum spill out, filling you completely. His thrusts slow as he cries out your name, and you his. You see stars as your orgasm fully hits, white knuckling him and feeling so loved, so perfect.

Feeling blood on your fingertips, you slow your breathing and feel a tinge of guilt. "Fuck, Eds. I'm sorry, didn't know I had such a grip on ya."

He shakes his head and chuckles darkly, licking a stripe down your neck as he thrusts a last time. It sends an overstimulating wave of pleasure over you and mewl. "Don't apologize. It's hot, darling. So' hot." His sweat mixes with yours and you just remain for a moment.

The skin to skin contact is emotional in a way you've never felt. You stroke his messy hair, relishing in an elated state, tears pricking at your eyes. You kiss the top of his head and cuddle for what feels like hours.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #smut #x reader #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #friends to lovers #fluff #lemon #fanfic #eddie fanfic #stranger thing fic #eddie stranger things

[gloomysoup]

me listening to speak now (taylor's version) on repeat since it dropped and plotting a frankly HEARTBREAKING steddie fic based on last kiss (tv)

maybe i'll post it when it's done...

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #speak now taylor’s version #last kiss (taylor's version) #taylor swift #steddie angst #stranger thing fic #steddie fanfiction

[thatartiststudios999]

Been watching Stranger Things with my dad recently, and we're almost done Season 3, and I'm feeling the itch to write a Stranger Things fic, but I have like, 4 other writing WIPs atm

I shouldn't start another now, right?

I can't, I—

*proceeds to write 2.2k Stranger Things fic anyway despite own better judgement*

#stranger things #stranger thing fic #stranger things season 3 #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #mileven #why do i do this to myself? #thatartist rambles

[hazeofhearts]

Take My Breath Away

June 1995

The day was bright, but the hottest part of the day had passed an hour or so ago. Will couldn’t stop the shaking in his hands, but he hadn’t been able to stop them for three days now. It wasn’t fear that something would go wrong. Everything was covered. It wasn’t even that he was getting married! No. He was ready for this and had been dreaming of this day since he was seven. This was the first and only wedding he had ever imagined himself having. Somehow, even though he’d never gotten them, these were happy shakes. 

Will was adjusting his bowtie once again in the mirror. It felt weird to be back here, even if this was his childhood home. After the return from the California stint, reclaiming the old Byers house hadn’t been all that difficult. It would just feel wrong now that everyone had been reconnected once more. The location was pretty unreasonable for anyone else from town, and no one outside of Hawkins came into Hawkins to buy a house, especially not after the “devastating earthquake” or whatever the news had called it back then. Will’s mouth twisted with the memory of what life had been like for him back then, then smoothed out once more with the thought of what would come.

“Honey? I’m coming in,” said his mother with her timing knock, sweeping in quickly through the door to avoid spoiling anything for the guests. It’s not like this was a traditional wedding where you couldn’t see the bride in her dress, but Joyce Byers was nothing if swept up in the romance of it all. She was wearing her gorgeous mother-of-the-groom outfit, a cream-colored dress that fell just below the knees with a blazer over the top in the same color. Will had insisted that since there wouldn’t be a bride, his mother and sister should wear white. Someone had to have the honor. El had wasted no time picking out a white, off-the-shoulder gown with lace trim. Joyce had made her reservations known, but Will assured them it wouldn’t be an issue.

“Hi, mom,” Will said quietly, fingers jittering and messing up his tie more than it was helping.

“Did Hop help you with that tie? It looks a little….” Joyce waggled her fingers, nose scrunching sympathetically.

“You know, you’re also a Hopper. That nickname doesn’t work as well now,” Will laughed. “But yes, he did help me.”

“Figures. I knew when you said you wanted a bowtie that he’d insist on helping you. C’mere.”

Joyce muttered as she fiddled with the bowtie, her hands shaking just as bad as Will’s, if not worse.

“Mom? You okay?”

This was Will’s first good look at his mother in the last 24 hours. She’d been flitting around, trying to host almost every child she had ever mothered in the 80s. Jonathan and Argyle had been here the second longest, having flown in from New York. El had arrived two days after Will did, lugging her gigantic suitcase from wherever she’d modeled last. Will knew his mom loved hosting, but he wished she would settle down. Of course, he can say that about her but not himself. He is his mother’s son, after all.

“Yes, of course. Weddings are all just a little bit stressful, you know? I mean, we had Jonathan and Argyle’s union in January in New York, and now yours in June. It’s all just so much joy for your mom, you know? Do you remember when you said you’d never fall in love?”

Joyce had been tearing up as she spoke, and the tears fell at that question. Will tried to wipe her tears away without smudging her makeup. El worked hard to craft the perfect look that would highlight Joyce’s big brown doe eyes and make her look more beautiful than she did every day. That’s what El said last night anyway, while swatching different colors on her hands, Joyce’s hands, and anyone else she could get her bushes on.

“El’s gonna be pissed if you ruin her makeup, mom,” Will said, no actual malice or scolding in his voice.

“Oh, I know. I just can’t believe my baby’s getting married,” Joyce said, a sob bubbling up from her throat.

“Will, is mom in there?”

Jonathan’s voice wafted from out in the hallway. 

“Yeah, come in.”

Jonathan was alone and rushed to his brother and mother when he saw them in each other’s arms. His camera, which had been around his neck like usual, was abandoned on Will’s old bed. Will felt like he was twelve again, but instead of feeling sheltered and treated like glass, he was supported and given something of a goodbye.

“Sorry, sorry, boys. I don’t mean to get emotional,” Joyce said, pulling away first. She fans at her eyes to dry them, and Jonathan removes a dusty tissue from the box on Will’s high school desk.

“No, mom. It’s an emotional time. You don’t have to apologize. This is an incredible day. I know your tears mean you’re proud,” Jonathan said as Joyce blew her nose as gracefully as possible to smudge the least amount of makeup.

“Oh, I’m more proud than I could ever be. My babies are all grown up and doing what they love, with people they love. That’s all a mother could ask for.”

Will enveloped his mom in a hug again, pulling her as close as physically possible. Jonathan sandwiched her in from behind, his arms secured around Will’s shoulders. Will loved his sister and stepfather but appreciated this moment alone with his mom and brother.

“You raised us to go after our dreams, no matter how far-fetched and unattainable they may be. If we fell, you’d support us, and we could get back up and try as many times as possible. You showed us that growing up, mom,” Will murmured into her hair, a careful updo that would need redoing when El saw her.

“No more, no more. I’m really going to ruin my makeup if we keep in here. I just came to make sure you were ready, baby. Are you?”

Joyce continued to dab at her eyes while Will looked at himself in the mirror. He saw himself in his rich, light blue suit tailored by El. She’d managed to finagle a bunch of daisies into his locks. His hair was just a bit too short, so he looked a little like a baby bird with their fresh tufts of feathers. He loved the look. Behind him, he saw his mother and brother. The two people who had been by his side his entire life, and would follow him into his future, were there as well.

“I’m ready. What about El? Dad? Does Dustin have his notes? What about Max’s equipment?”

Jonathan clapped him on the shoulder, a rueful smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about those things. That’s what your wedding planner is for,” Jonathan said soothingly.

“I mean, I can understand how El would want to do absolutely everything, but she’s got to be overwhelmed.”

“El’s faced much worse than a private wedding. Plus, all of us helped set up the arch and chairs last night. Everyone brought the dishes they’d promised to make, and the cake is still in the fridge. We got this.”

Will took a deep breath, then let it out.

“Alright. I’m ready.”

El burst in the door then, hair in an elegant yet complicated style that Will could never dream of trying to replicate. She fussed over him, Jonathan, and their mother in that order.

“Oh, mom! I knew you’d cry if you came in here. Let’s get your makeup fixed before the ceremony. Everyone’s here now,” El said, turning to the door. Will heard a shuffle outside the hall before Jonathan shielded him from sight.

“Hey,” El said sharply, pointing to the door she left open. “It’s bad luck to see the groom before the alter. Get back, you beast!”

A laugh from the hall made Will’s heart clench and drop to his shoes in the same breath. Jonathan scooped up his camera after the door closed once more. 

“Well, it’s time for me to do my job now. See you on the other side, brother.”

“You’re sure you don’t want me to pay you? You’re a good artist and deserve to be paid for your work.”

“Will, you’re my brother. I’m offended you even asked. Just make sure you contribute to rent when you guys move in with Argyle and us before you get your own place.”

The next ten minutes passed so slowly, and Will could feel himself getting a little damp under his suit from his entire body sweating. Joyce guided him to the backdoor with gentle hands and left him there to sit in her place of honor. He could hear the music that Max had curated for the day and knew who was proceeding down the aisle by the beats of the music. They’d repeatedly practiced the procession over the past few days until Will was sure everything was perfect. He called up the mental map of the yard in his brain.

The white rug, bought from a wedding supply store for Jonathan and Argyle’s union, was wedged under the back door, between the screen and the wood. It would lead to the middle of the backyard, flanked by rented fold-out plastic chairs. Each row of chairs was bookended by mason jars filled with daisies, baby’s breath, blue forget-me-nots, and white carnations. At the end of the rug, a homemade pergola, courtesy of Jim Hopper himself, threaded through with the same flowers in the jars. 

Max would be stationed closer to the house to protect her sound equipment but would sneak closer to the ceremony once she no longer needed to provide songs. Dustin was proud when he flashed his officiate certificate, and Will’s heart grew at his friend’s consideration. Steve and Robin would be stationed on either side of the house to ensure no surprise visitors. There had been many discussions about hosting the wedding in Hawkins for fear of specific people making themselves known when they were very much unwelcome. But, this was the source responsible for the lifelong love that Will was binding himself to, so Hawkins herself deserved some credit for something. In any case, Steve had his nail bat in the trunk of his car, hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

Finally, after what felt like hours of standing at the backdoor, the music shifted to something softer, and the door opened before him. Will’s hands clenched tightly around the small bunch of the same flowers littered across the venue. It wasn’t the traditional wedding march, but this was not a conventional wedding. 

El had decided a faux hedge wall would be an excellent backdrop to take pictures once the reception had finished and hide Will until the last possible second. Will caught Max’s grin directed at him before he turned the corner.

There, the sunlight peeking through the pergola and lighting on the daisies in his own much longer hair is Michael Wheeler. His cheeks are pink, his eyes crinkle upon making eye contact with Will, and he sucks his lips into his mouth. Will recognizes that as Mike’s ‘trying not to cry’ face and forces himself to slowly walk down the aisle, stepping in the correct time to the music. Jonathan pops in and out of his view, his camera flashing quickly.

The music swells as Will steps up to Dustin and Mike, and he sees Mike’s throat hitch in real time as he chokes back a sob. There are small, gentle tear tracks falling down his cheeks, and Will knows there definitely is the same on his. As the young men come to face each other, they both let out gasping laughs. Will can feel El extracting the bouquet from his hands, and they automatically go up to Mike’s face, wiping the tears. Mike’s hands, in turn, do the same for him.

They stand silently at the altar, crying the happiest tears anyone in their company has ever seen. Mike leans in, and Will, having come to appreciate certain wedding traditions, course corrects to a hug. Will’s arms close around Mike, and Mike’s arms crush them together, squeezing all the air out of each other. Will can feel Dustin’s hand on his shoulder, and he pulls them into an embrace. Quickly, both young men feel the hands and arms of their other friends, Lucas, Max, and El; and they are enveloped in a love so strong and pure that nothing could replicate it.

After everyone has sufficiently calmed down and returned to their seats, Dustin straightens up and greets the guests.

“Welcome, friends, family, and loved ones. We come here today, in the sight of you as witnesses to join Michael James Wheeler and William Jacob Byers in marriage. We gather around them now in this wonderful place, and we look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one.”

Will looks into Mike’s eyes, his typically dark brown eyes turning to warm chocolate as the sun seeps through the pergola. Their hands are joined, Mike’s are sweaty, and so are Will’s. Mike rubs his left thumb on the outside of Will’s right hand, and Will can’t help but look at the daisies El has successfully weaved through his hair. He’d slept on the couch with it in a braid last night, so it has a pretty wave to it, and El has rebraided smaller pieces to hold some of the daisies. He looks beautiful, but he always has.

Dustin clears his throat, and both of them snap their gazes from one another. Their officiant has the most smug smirk he’s ever shown on his face, and their guests chuckle in amusement. 

“I suppose I’ll repeat myself. Mike and Will, are you ready to proclaim that foundation of love for one another in the sight of these witnesses?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison, matching wobbly smiles on their faces. They say that the longer you’re in a relationship, the more you act and become like them. This is no different for Mike and Will. Though aged in their own ways, their guests can still see the immense friendship and love that entwines them with each other. Mike and Will move at the same time, breathe as one, and are a unified front of strength and determination. 

“Michael James Wheeler, do you take William Jacob Byers to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him; love, trust, and commit to him, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw ay you both, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Mike says, a grin splitting his cheeks and crinkling his eyes in ways Will has seen more often through the years.

“William Jacob Byers, do you take Michael James Wheeler to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him; love, trust, and commit to him, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw ay you both, until death do you part?”

Will take a deep breath, and Mike’s smile wobbles. Will’s hand reaches up and strokes his cheek, brushing his dark wavy hair away from his face.

“I do,” Will says firmly and with pride evident in his voice.

Someone out in the sea of fold-out seats blows their nose with a loud honk, and Will would bet money on it that it’s his stepdad. He’d made quite the turnaround when both Will and Mike revealed their relationship. After Mike and El had broken up for the last time sophomore year, Jim chilled out and accepted their new friendship, even apologizing for his overprotectiveness. When Will came out to his mom and stepdad, they supported him, and it only grew when he told them about his relationship with Mike. Jim sat them down and explained the dangers of being in the world but was honored to defend and protect them when and if the time ever came for him to be needed. That was a good day. 

“At this time, Will and Mike will exchange rings. The wedding ring is symbol of binding. A symbol of attachment and of belonging, not of possession, but of partnership.”

El stepped forward, the matching wedding rings on a little satin pillow embroidered with flowers. Will had made his concerns about how much she had been planning this wedding, but she said that all the items she’d created doubled as grades for her fashion courses in college. That reassured him somewhat. Dustin holds the pillow out, and each young man takes a ring. During their fittings, they discovered they were the same size, which only sealed that they were meant to be with one another.

“Mike, please repeat after me.”

“Will, I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life. I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest with you, to be faithful to you and you alone, and to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too,” Mike recited, his hands steady as he took up Will’s left hand, giving him a reassuring smile as he began to slide the ring onto WIll’s finger.

Will let out a little sob, something so quiet that only the three up there would have heard. Everyone would see his shoulders shaking, though. Dustin reached out and held Will’s shoulder comfortingly before stepping back again.

“Will, please repeat after me.”

“Mike, I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life. I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest with you, to be faithful to you and you alone, and to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too,” Will repeated, taking a break halfway through to catch his breath. Mike’s ring got stuck halfway on his middle knuckle when Will’s hands shook particularly intensely.

When they’d exchanged rings, Mike took Will’s hands and pressed a kiss to the back of them.

“Hey! No kissing before the officiant says!”

Their friends laughed along with Mike and Will as they realized they were officially bound to one another. It was more exciting than Will could bear! He was eager to cut the cake and celebrate with all his friends.

“Now, the couple will exchange their written vows.”

Dustin gestures for Mike to read his vows first, as requested by the couple during planning. Mike fumbles with the breast pocket on his tuxedo jacket, then pulls out a piece of paper. Will recognizes it from the library. It’s been creased, uncreased, folded and refolded repeatedly. Will bites his lip to hold back any strange noises he might make.

“Will Byers, you are breathtaking. Since the first day I met you, I thought you were the prettiest person I’d ever seen. Your hair was shining where you sat on the swings, and you looked so sad, but my little brain knew you were going to be someone special. I had to talk to you. We grew up, and I thought that I was supposed to hide myself, my true self, because of the teachings I have now since grown out of. I thought that I had to be someone strong and tough, who liked girls because that was what boys did. When I looked at you, I never saw that you were trapped in the same hell I was. You were always just you, but putting just in front of Will Byers is a crime in my eyes. You’re incredibly compassionate, know how to work a gun better than anyone else I know, and you never let anyone else tell you what you should and should not feel. You cry when you get angry, frustrated, and sad. I, unfortunately, have been the cause of some of those tears. But, you have graciously forgiven me and now I have the extreme honor of standing in front of you now, saying my vows as I am about to be married to you for the rest of my life. I can’t help but think that life has been extraordinarily kind to us, Will, and I hope it will continue to do so.”

Will heard sniffing from their gathered friends, and he knew his cheeks were red from so much crying. But he bit his tongue and smiled. Mike’s vows were beautiful, as he had been promising they would be. When Mike went to college for English, he worried so much about being good enough and having the portfolio to make a name for himself. Will had the same worries about himself and his art, but nothing else mattered as long as they were together. Things would fall into place once they were settled.

Dustin gestures to Will, and Will’s hands shake as he pulls his own notebook paper from his pants pocket. Mike reaches out, brushing his fingers lightly against the back of Will’s hand, and it steadies him. Will breathes in and unfolds his paper.

“Some of you might believe that I’ve been dreaming about this specific scenario for my entire life, knowing it would never become true. With the world we live in and what I was taught by it and certain people in it, I would never have this. But, somehow, the impossible came true. Michael Wheeler, I have been in love with you since I was five years old. It might sound illogical, but I recognized those feelings from those romance movies we gagged at on the television. I recognized them in me, and they’ve always been there. My feelings for you have never wavered, no matter what we’ve been through or said to each other in moments of juvenile anger. We’ve hurt each other sometimes, but if I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing if it was going to lead us here. I thought the world would end if anyone found out I was gay. I felt alone, and I assumed I would be alone forever. But my family and friend, you, Mike, you all loved me and told me so, through both actions and words. I never ever thought that this could happen to someone like me, where I could have this true life with my family and the boy I love beside me. It seems impossible that we’re here, standing in front of everyone now like this, declaring our love for one another. But then again, we’ve all seen stranger things.”

An understanding chuckle rose from the group as the statement was more than true. 

“Mike and Will, having proclaimed your love and commitment to one another in the eyes of these loved ones, and with the power vested in me by whoever the hell cares and the state of Indiana, I am so happy to pronounce you husband and husband! You may kiss!”

There was a moment of hesitation from both of them before Will wrapped his arms around Mike and swept him low, pressing their lips together in a kiss that mimicked their first in terms of giddiness and fireworks. Mike’s hands threaded through his hair, and Will could feel the daisies popping out of their carefully orchestrated placement. When Will straightened Mike up, the noise came back to both of them. Their family had broken out the noisemakers, air horns, and cheering. This was the typical Midwest celebration, and both boys expected nothing less from their families.

The couple, hands linked together, didn’t even make it halfway down the aisle before El attacked them with hugs, and everyone else followed. Will, buried among arms and kisses, saw Jonathan aim his camera in their direction, and he made sure to smile with as many teeth as he could. Later, when Mike and Will moved to New York and received their wedding photos from Jonathan, this would be Will’s favorite picture that he would display prominently in their bedroom. It was his favorite because Will was smiling and happy, yes, but so was Mike as he looked over everyone else’s heads to watch will. The smile on his face was so loving and soft that teenage Mike would’ve been mortified, but adult Mike would look at it with pride.

The wedding was small, less than twenty people overall, so they all mingled and talked while pictures were being taken against the hedge wall. Jonathan even sacrificed his camera to Nancy when it was time for the Byers-Hopper family to take pictures together. Everyone was emotional in those, with Joyce making everyone tear up. But the tears were happy, and it was evident even through the pictures. Nancy even got some pictures of the three original Byers with Joyce sandwiched between her two grown-up sons and her smiling from ear to ear. There were pictures of the three siblings and then just some with Will and El. 

Mike posed with Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, the ones who took him in permanently when his own parents kicked him out of the house at seventeen. He’d considered them his true parents after being disowned by the ones who created him, and they accepted the title with grace. There were separate pictures with Mike’s sisters, Holly, now fifteen and rebelling against her parents, and Nancy, a successful journalist engaged to Robin. Jonathan caught the moment when Nancy gave her brother the biggest bear hug she could, but the image did not capture what she whispered to him.

“You’re going to have an amazing life.”

There were, of course, pictures of the original party, then ones with El, and finally with Max. It felt weird to exclude the young women considering everything that they’d gone through together, but none of this could have happened if the four friends had never come together to form the group in the first place. As a joke, El demanded that she, Will, and Mike take a couple pictures together.

“No one else will understand the significance, but everyone here will.”

It had been long enough that everyone was feeling happy and content about the breakup between the two of them. When Will had come out to his family, Mike took the time to sit down with El and apologize for every shitty thing he’d done to her in their relationship and explain that it wasn’t her fault but his own due to the warring feelings in his heart. Even so, it wasn’t right to put her through that. El had understood completely and confessed her own attraction to girls. The talk ended with a hug and a new understanding of one another.

There were no best men or maids of honor because the group was all equal, and the love shared between the six of them in the party could not be strengthened or weakened. So, throughout the night, everyone talked to everyone, sharing anecdotes and having a grand time. The Byer’s house had never been so full of people with overflowing love and happiness as at this very moment. 

Max had moved her equipment into the house with help from everyone and was now managing the low, happy pop music flowing through the speakers as the day wore on. Suit jackets were stripped away, and the potluck began. It was past five now, and people were hungry. Everyone brought out their best dishes, and Jim had been slow-cooking ribs since early evening yesterday, so the meat would fall off the bone. People sat on the floor in the living room, on the couch, and in the dining room. The small table in the kitchen was covered in food, as were most of the counters. Will took particular happiness in devouring quite a few of the bacon-wrapped shrimp.

Mike came up from behind, wrapping his arms around Will and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Hey husband, everyone wants us to cut the cake now,” he murmured into Will’s neck. The vibrations from Mike’s throat made him shiver. Will hummed, leaning his head back against Mike’s shoulder. They locked eyes, and Will pressed a kiss to the corner of Mike’s mouth.

“That means we have to put our jackets back on,” Will said.

“I know,” Mike groaned, pulling away and licking his lips. “You taste like bacon.”

Will turned with a laugh, holding out one of the shrimp for Mike, and the brown-eyed young man leaned forward, pulling the shrimp out of Will’s finger with his mouth.

“It’s good,” Mike spoke around the shrimp as he chewed.

“Let’s go cut the cake now,” Will said, linking his fingers together with his husband.

The cake cutting was sweet, with Mike and Will swiping the smallest bit of frosting onto each other’s cheeks. Will would catch the light flash of his husband’s wedding ring in the overhead lights and be blinded, but it was a welcome sensation. After all, he could say the same about his own ring. Will kissed the frosting off of Mike’s cheek and laughed as he turned bright red.

After everyone had their fill of the good food and cake, it was time for the dancing. Of course, the newlyweds were shuffled to the cleared space in the living room. The couch had been moved up against the wall, and everyone gathered in little clumps around the front room. Max is situated at her sound system and slips the cassette into the player. When Will and Mike had come to her months ago to be the DJ, she immediately agreed and asked about their first song. It had taken some deliberation, but they had finally decided on the perfect first song.

‘Watching every motion in my foolish lover’s game

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

Will felt himself melt into Mike, their chests pressed together. The next minutes would be more of Will’s favorite pictures in their wedding album. Both Mike and Will had the most lovestruck looks on their faces. Mike leaned in for a soft kiss as they approached the bridge.

“Take my breath away,” Will murmured into Mike’s mouth. Both of them had their eyes half closed as they swayed in the middle of the room. 

“If middle school me saw us, he’d lose his shit, I think,” Mike murmured, his lips brushing against Will’s with every word he spoke.

“If elementary school me saw us, he’d also lose his shit. But I think he’d lose it in a happy way,” Will said with a smile.

“Yeah, he would be. He’d be so cute,” Mike whispered, the space between his eyebrows crinkling so hard that Will reached up and smoothed it out.

“Hey,” Will cooed. “No thinking sad things. It’s our wedding day.”

Even if Will’s words might sound stern, Mike knew he wasn’t actually upset at Mike expressing his feelings so visibly. It was something they’d worked on together and with Mike’s psychologist. Mike’s hands made their way up under Will’s tuxedo jacket, but above his dress shirt, and were simply rubbing his back as they swayed to the song, their feet knocking into each other every once in a while.

“I know. I’m happy, you know that.”

Months of waltzing practice were wasted as the newlyweds simply swayed back and forth on the floor, too lost in each other to care. The couple had taken the classes together but fronted that their fiancées were best friends and planning weddings within two weeks of each other. It was the perfect ruse. Will smiled into the collar of Mike’s jacket at the memory. Jonathan floated through the smattering of people, his camera flashing every once in a while. Joyce watched from her spot on the couch against the wall, hands over her heart as tears poured from her eyes. Her baby was all grown up and going off to live life. 

The reception began to settle down when Nancy had to take Holly home at ten. Ted and Karen didn’t know that she had attended and would be furious if she arrived after her curfew. Holly wanted to stay longer but left after Mike promised to call her more frequently when he was in New York. They parted with a nice hug. It was a day full of hugs, and why wouldn’t it be? Pure love often takes the form of hugs.

The Sinclair family was next. Erica had used all of her vacation days from her internship with the Governor of California and had to take a red-eye back that night. Sue and Charles kissed Mike on the cheek each and headed out to drive their daughter to the airport. Mike walked them out to their car, talking all the while, and kept them for another twenty minutes. He watched them drive down the gravel road, only mildly registering the click of a camera behind him.

Jonathan was stuck behind his camera all day and night, but the huge smile on his face told everyone that he didn’t mind. Plus, Argyle also took the camera from him so he could also enjoy the day, something Will asked him to do for his brother’s sake.

El had been coasting along, making sure everyone’s drinks were filled, and everyone was having a good time. All signs pointed to yes. She was in the kitchen, packing up all the dishes that had been left over. Jim came into the kitchen then, hands tucked into his pockets.

“How’s my baby?”

El smiled, pushing back some hair that had fallen out of her updo. It was longer than it had ever been, and she was finally using some products to enhance her natural wave pattern. Her father wrapped his arms around her from the side, pulling her into his chest. She smelled his cologne which hadn’t changed since she was ten.

“Are you happy it’s over?”

El hummed, tapping her nails on the counter.

“Sort of. I’m relieved that everything went well with no sort of… other disasters.”

The father-daughter duo gazed out the kitchen window into the darkness, the pergola just barely visible in the back of the yard. El had narrowed her eyes like she was searching for something. 

“But now I have nothing to inspire me for my next semester. Maybe I should make Nancy and Robin’s dresses.”

Jim chuckled, kissing the top of his daughter’s head. She laughed as well, wrapping her arms around his neck, still facing the window.

“Maybe. I’m sure they’d let you. They know how good you did with Will’s suit,” Jim said casually.

“Maybe,” El said with a yawn. “But for now, I just want to enjoy this wedding. There’s been a lot of them this year.”

“Is yours coming soon?”

El stepped away, mouth and nose wrinkling in that very special way that El moved her face. Jim resisted telling her what a cutie she was.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s my thing.”

“That’s alright too.”

The celebration wouldn’t be complete without a dance with the mother of the groom. Will actually waltzed with his mother, teaching her the steps and laughing along. Mike watched from the sidelines, a cup of water in his hands. Argyle slides up, hand coming up to Mike’s opposite shoulder.

“How you feeling, my dude? Is it everything you imagined?”

Mike smiles into his cup and wraps an arm around Argyle, mimicking the other man’s pose. They’d become closer over the years, and of course, the wedding planning and obtaining a marriage license had forged a bond that couldn’t be broken as brothers-in-law. Mike looked out at Will catching his mom after she tripped over his feet again and felt his chest opening up for the first time since the wedding planning had begun several years ago.

“It’s great, man. I do sort of wish that my mom was here at least. I don’t feel like she’d miss this under normal circumstances,” Mike said into his cup.

“Yeah. Such is life though. But now that you’re a Byers, things will look all the way up, my man,” Argyle says with a grin. He’d braided his hair for the wedding, and he looked very nice in his dress shirt and slacks. While he’d been dancing, Mike pointed out to Will that he was wearing his favorite pair of rainbow socks for the occasion. 

“I can believe it, one hundred percent. I may have lost some of my family, but I’ve gained more.”

The celebration wouldn’t last much longer after that. Dustin had to be up early to catch his flight back to Texas tomorrow, and he was staying with Max and Lucas, so they all left as a trio. Mike made fun of his friend for not having any leeway with NASA, and Dustin only flipped him off after a hug. Max and Lucas would be returning home to California after a few more days with Lucas’ parents.

“See you soon. Call us when you have your new apartment. We’ll need to get the dice together,” Lucas said, pulling Mike close. In the time when Lucas and Mike shared a room, they had grown as close as brothers. Both young men still had their own siblings, but uniting best friends by the tragedy of Mike’s coming out meant so much.

“For sure. My campaign writing skills are a little rusty,” Mike said with a grin.

“Impossible. You never grow out of being a nerd,” Max said, sliding an arm around Lucas’ shoulders. “Plus, you’re gunning for the New York Times Bestseller list and you’ll make it.”

“Thanks, Mad Max.”

Max groaned as she pulled Mike into a hug, then the couple gave their affection and encouraging words to Will.

“If he says some annoying shit to you, you’re always welcome at our apartment.”

“Hey,” Mike said sharply. “Don’t steal my husband from me!”

“Keep yourself in check then, Wheeler,” Max shot back, punching him in the arm.

“Byers, actually,” Will said, grinning wide and so, so cute.

“Ugh, you two are impossible.”

When it was only the Byers-Hopper family left in the house, everyone pitched in with the cleaning. No one paid mind to the pergola outside because Joyce said she might want to put a seating area out there. The newlyweds had no problem with this.

“Good night, my beautiful boys,” Joyce said, squishing her son and new son-in-law to either of her cheeks. She was definitely a little tipsy, but her husband led her to bed for the night, wishing the boys well and to see them tomorrow for a celebratory breakfast at the diner.

The day had started and gradually grown louder, and in the same way, it grew quieter until there was only the singing of crickets accompanying the sounds of sleep in the Byers household. The newlyweds were shuffling about, trying to get comfortable in Will’s bed from high school. Mike was looking around the darkened room with fresh eyes, seeing how even four years away could change his entire worldview.

Will settled on top of Mike’s bare chest, Mike’s fingers tracing between the moles on his shoulders, while Will did the same with Mike’s freckles. Will looked into Mike’s eyes, which flashed from the moonlight outside. His eyes had turned into dark pools with scattered silver blossoms in them.

“I can’t believe we’re married, Mike.”

“Me either,” Mike whispered into Will’s hair.

“I meant what I said. I never thought I could have this, could have you.”

“We would have ended up together eventually, even if it took me longer to realize why El was the only girl I ever thought I liked.”

Will hummed, breathing in the scent of Mike’s skin and feeling such a sense of contentment fall over him that he would have fallen asleep right then and there if his husband hadn’t shifted again, nudging his shoulder.

“It’s like the other part you said in your vows,” Mike slurred, clearly becoming drowsy as well.

“Hmm?”

“How you said it was impossible to kid you that it happened but-“

“We’ve all seen stranger things,” Will joined in, lifting his chin to prop it up on Mike’s chest.

“Yeah, that.”

The couple fell asleep in this way, curled into each other and with promises of their new future together on the horizon when they woke.

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #i haven't posted fanfic on this account in years but this feels right somehow #stranger things #stranger thing fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic

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Between (Part Two)

Fandom: Stranger Things/Marvel AU

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Female reader, Jim Hopper x Joyce Byers, eventual Female reader x Jim Hopper, eventual Jim Hopper x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: the new neighbors next door are really something, huh?

Length: Medium

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, ok look... one little idea pops in my head and here we have this mess; take it or leave it (PLS TAKE IT): explicit content, voyeurism, strong language, oral (m receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie .

Tagging: @synnersaint @yiiiikesmish

ENJOY!!!

"No no, like this!"

Jim smiled in his own backyard watching Will do a summersault on the grass. El laughed at him, missing out on those little fun things as a child. Not poked and prodded and forced to use her powers for hours on end.

"Now you try!" Will and the rest of the kids were still pretty young at heart. They played some fantasy game that Jim had never gotten the grasp of, biked around and would sometimes play a pick up game of basketball at the rec center. He hoped El wouldn't grow out of that stage just yet. Seventeen. He was suddenly reminded of what you had said when you first met, that you were a bad influence of sorts. Jim wondered how many hearts you broke along the way to land Steve Rogers.

"Hey Jim, we're out of basics, would mind running to the store?" Joyce finished soaking the dishes, sliding in the last plate he could hear from the window while he smoked and watched the teens play.

"Sure thing! Keep an eye on em' while ya?" 

"Whatever you say, chief." Joyce blew him a kiss and tossed hum the keys through the open bay window. 

Jim turned down the radio in his truck, lurching forward in the seat as he saw storm clouds rolling in. Thick dark pillows clouds gathered and just far enough I the distance he could see little sprinkles of blue white lightning in the future. A few droplets of water hit his cheeks when he walked into the grocery store. 

Jim grabbed a few things the house needed and few that it didn't. Did he really need to buy an extra six pack and a box of Twinkies? No, but they were in the cart anyway. He strolled through the aisles and just as he put the last bag in the backseat there was a shout from behind him.

"Look out!"

Bang. 

Son of a bitch!

A wild shopping cart, dizzy from the gaining wind slammed into the back of his leg. As he rubbed his knee quick footfalls came closer.

"Omg Jim I am so sorry!" You grabbed the shiny red handle of the cart, spinning it away. "Damn thing got away from me! Are you ok?"

"It'd alright Y/N, I'm alright." Jim winced and his eyebrows met his hairline when you dropped down to a squad, touching his knee. His skin felt too hot and wished the rain would just get here already. Wash away this strange new feeling. 

"Are you sure?" You asked and looked up at him through your lashes. Poor Jim. He caught just the briefest of glances down your shirt.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You got up with a bounce. "It's not busted is it?"

"Nah probably just a scratch, nothing serious. Trust me, I've had worse.”

"Gosh I am really sorry, Jim."

"You don't have to apologize, that storm is coming in hot. I'm surprised more carts aren't flying around here." Jim joked, relaxing when you smiled. 

"I'm parked just over there," you thumbed behind you, Jim could see the trunk of your car was still open, then you turned back with a wicked twinkle in your eye. "Wanna' race home?"

"What?"

"I'm kidding! I know you're a lawman." 

"Was, a lawman. "

"Once a man in a uniform, always a man in uniform." You touched his arm, not the way you touched your husband's but close enough to let it linger.

....

"So... what do you think?"

"You look like a princess."

"Or something a princess ralphed up." Will joked as El spun around the living room in a too pink, too puffy sleeved and flounce homecoming dress. She frowned.

"Will, be nice." Joyce never could scolded Will, not like she did before everything had turned Hawkins on its' head.

"I'm just joking!" Will hid his shit eating grin and hugged his stepsister. "You know I'm kidding, right El? It looks nice it's just..."

"Just what?" El asked swished the skirt of the dress.

"It's just, I don't know El, it's not you. Not your style."

"My style?" El's frown grew and she moved and plopped down on the couch next Jim. He patted her leg. "What's my style?"

"I don't know. You haven't figured that part out yet." Will shrugged.

"Look at Mike, he rocks band tees and ripped jeans because that's his style, that's how he is. And Max, she's a big music head so she wears what her idols wear. You'll figure it out. Pink just doesn't describe who Eleven is."

"Oh."

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll take you to the mall and have a girl day. How does that sound?" Joyce offered just as the timer on the stove went off.

....

A crack of thunder and a purple wave of lightning lit up the night sky, rain came down in full on sheets. Jim checked and rechecked that he had in fact rolled up all the windows on the cars. It sounded violent. 

Another sleepless night.

The sounds outside put the whole Byers/Hopper house expect for him. Munching on a banana in the kitchen didn't help, the glass of cold tap water didn't either. He hung his head at the sink, gingerly placing the glass on the surface. He walked through the living room with a yawn but stopped short when a flash of lightning illuminated the empty space between the houses. Jim squinted,  uncertain of what he just saw or thought he saw until he got to the window.

What was with these glimpses into other people's lives that lured him like a moth to a flame?

It was wrong to be nosy, to be that neighbor. He thought of Gladys Kravitz from Bewitched, always on the look out for something strange across the street.  But there was something goin no.

As Jim peered through the downstairs window, no enough to cast a shadow or let himself be known.

You were in your own living room, moving your head back and forth while Steve had his hand at your throat. He was choking you, shaking you around in the candle lit room. Steve's hand slapped your face twice in succession, not violently but enough so that you pouted and looked up at your husband. Jim fumbled around for the phone but stopped when he lifted the receiver, Steve was pointing at you, then the floor. Jim couldn't see much after that, other than the top of your head that made a good shelf for Steve's large hands as you sucked him off.

....

Adventurous is what Joyce called it when he told her the next afternoon, finally the weekend to enjoy and indulge in some much needed R & R.

"Their young and in love Hop, it's fine. Their consenting adults and why are you watching them anyway?" Joyce asked, rummaging through the clean and maybe not so clean piles of laundry in the bedroom.

"I wasn't watching them! I just happened to look out and see Steve choking and slapping his wife!"

Joyce regarded him. "Jim. People experiment sexually all the time, maybe their into some kinky stuff."

"Well we don't do that stuff!"

"No Hop we don't and you know why?"

Jim abruptly looked at his wife. "No, why?"

"Because we're not them!" She laughed and at least threw a clean pair of socks at his face. "We're old and we have young kids in the house... once it's just you and me, if you want to fool around with that kind of thing we can explore it then but for now," Joyce shook out a shirt and as an after through smelled it and tossed it down quick to the dirty pile at her feet. "Yeesh. Until then, I am a-ok with our missionary."

"That's all we do." Jim didn't mean for it to come off like that, he was fine with it too but sometimes he wanted to bend his wife over, take her from behind, tug on her hair, smell her neck.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

"Oh no, not nothing. Explain yourself, Jim Hopper. " another wad of socks bounced off his chin.

"It's nothing Joyce really. I didn't mean anything by it. Just like, I don't know. We used to be like them I guess, not slap happy shit or that what do you call it-- exhibition junk, but we used to do it all the time, all over the place. Remember when I turned thirty-seven and we had sex at skull rock like we did in high school?"

"Yes... and you're right; that was pretty fun." Joyce smiled in her reverie.

"Ya' know I think that was the last time I fucked you from behind. Jesus, maybe we are old..."

The laundry basket hit the floor with a thud, all her sorting efforts gone to nothing. Joyce strolled around the end of the bed and grabbed Jim's foot. 

"You uh, maybe wanna do that now?"

Jim burst at the seams. Nobody wake him the fuck up.

"Wait, now?"

"Yeah now! The kids are gone, it's just you and me for the next hour or so," Joyce wiggled her eyebrows and twitched her lips to the side. "Or maybe even later."

....

Fuck this felt good. Why did this feel so fucking good? He almost forgot the feeling, the way Joyce melted and clawed at his arm wrapped around her waist. How her muffled breath for more sounded to his ears, his knee made a popping sound but that didn't stop him from fucking his wife. If anything it made him lust after her even more. Joyce laced their fingers together on her soft stomach, bent over her and smelled her hair, her perfume. The slap of skin on skin, their hot bodies set in unison drove his cock deeper into her. 

"Jesus Hop, don't stop!" Joyce moaned and slipped out of his grip, falling to the mattress as his thrusts sped up, chasing the lightning of both of their orgasms.

"Christ Joyce, that's it. That's fucking it!" Jim tugged on her mused hair, scratching at her scalp, stretching her around him until the final grunt of her name as he came, letting go inside her as Joyce gripped the sheets by her head and followed over the edge with a wail.

"We gotta’ do that more often." Joyce panted, rolling over and fixing her tits in her bra. It happened so fast her shirt was just shoved up enough to expose her chest, jeans hung loose at both of their ankles.

"How much time did you say we had?"

Joyce laughed in hysterics, turning on to her back. The sheets were ruined and would be added to the pile on the floor, especially when she reached out for him. He fit between her legs, wet and flaccid cock reviving against her sex when she pulled him in for a languid kiss.

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female reader #female reader #steve rogers x reader #jim hopper x joyce byers #eventual jim hopper x you #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x female reader #stranger things imagine #stranger thing fic #marvel imagine #crossover au

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Might as well do a fic master list because I’m writing non-stop tonight, something something coping with grief ANYWHO

UPDATED 10/27 there is now two M rated fics!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE CURRENTLY RATED E SO PLEASE MINORS DNI 🔞 I will eventually do some T/M rated just to do regular fics without ships because I just love Dustin and whatnot, as well as some slice of life T/M Reddie/Steddie/Ronance/Jargyle, but none of these are rated lower than E even if there’s nothing currently with that rating in the chapters. Once I finish some WIPs, a Ronance focused fic is mostly likely next because I want to write them as the central ship not just side ships :))). THOSE GIRLS DESERVE THE WORLD.

The Richie Tozier Cam Diaries (WIP, 10/? Chapters) Modern AU where Richie is a cam model and Eddie is an anonymous regular client who’s watching him when he confesses that he loved him as kids, but ran away from him after a failed attempt of Spin the Bottle. A roadtrip ensues where they discover a lot about themselves and each other.

The Fruity Four Goes Camping (Completed, 4/4 Chapters) Set in the summer after Vecna, Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy all go camping at Wayne’s secret spot. They do shrooms the first night and they have an effect on everyone except Steve and Eddie accidentally says he’s attracted to him. Blossoming romance with camping activities and smut? Count me in. There’s also established Robin and Nancy with some cute fluff going on for them, love those women.

He Calls Your Name, But Will You Answer? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) Well well well, if it isn’t me who said I’d never write vampire content? Ha, bestie you’re so dumb. Steve finds himself hearing a voice that sounds mighty familiar, becoming clearer and clearer with each day until one week its loud and clear its Eddie. He goes on a mission, a very stupid mission, hoping to at least give Eddie a proper burial. Robin and Nancy follow him, finding out that Eddie is alive and well, not exactly human. A very unhinged fic where I hurt everyone especially Mike for some reason, probably projection. This also has established Robin and Nancy because I REFUSED TO WRITE A FIC WHERE THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER.

The Way You Bend, The Way You Break (Completed, 1/1 Chapters) Ah yes, a fun little one shot for kinktober! Established Steve and Eddie, but not in the conventional relationship sense. Eddie is Steve’s off/on dom who comes by for a scene after a few months before Robin’s 21st birthday so they only have a short window to work with. They are also close friends so there is some mild feelings to this fic that make it a little sappy for a one shot smut.

It Could Never Be Me, Could It? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) This one is a litttttle different for me. I used 2 different Tumblr prompts (that are obviously linked on fic) as well as the AO3 filters on Tiktok. Normally I wouldn’t spoil my own plot twist fic, but I know how people feel about Billy Hargrove on here (which as an indigenous dude who’s a huge Lucas fan, uh yeah I don’t like him either, love Dacre tho). He is merely a plot device on this fic and I will mildly explain. Steve and Eddie are both totally in love with each other after a year after Vecna, but neither of them is really doing much about it until Eddie shows at Robin and Steve’s movie night to see if they’re dating. It ends up with Steve fighting Jason Carter and then Steve/Robin & Eddie/Nancy both try to come up with plans that will all take place at Chrissy’s party. But life has other plans for them: Billy Hargrove being inexplicably alive.

The Freak Helps The King Find Himself (In Submission) (WIP, 17/? Chapters) This is my most popular fic to date! Steve confesses to Eddie before he can do so himself that he has a crush on him after breaking things off with his mean girl date. Eddie starts to show Steve a side of himself he thought he could only share in dark bathrooms or under school bleachers, and Steve loves who he is when he’s submitting. There may be some switch Eddie at play as well, these boys are tooth rottingly in LOVE in this fic and almost nothing bad happens to them. Someone said they would read a bible sized fic from me because of this one and that is the best thing anyones every said to me.

The Beginning: The Barrens Are Forever (WIP, 3/? Chapters) Finally, my baby! This is the Losers in a hardcore punk band called the Barrens, Ben owns the local venue called The Quarry (and may have some future endeavors with Eddie Munson to open another wink wink) and they all live in a punk house. Yes, it is a It x Stranger Things crossover (it wasn’t originally) and I couldn’t be more stoked. The main fic in what will be a series is currently Reddie centered, but currently has established Steddie and Ronance in it. There’s some weird shit in it, but no Pennywise, no Upside Down/Vecna.

More Than A Friend (WIP, 1/? Chapters) the second of my installment of my Derry & Hawkins Punk House AU!! This is a RONANCE FIC FINALLY EEEEE!! Lesbians lesbians lesbiansssss! This is about Nancy asking Robin to move in during a party because her shitty roommates are moving out. Robin thinks she’s joking, but she’s not. Nancy is an uber confident bi woman in this and Robin is a semi oblivious lesbian. Hilarity ensues.

i can wait for you at the bottom (completed, 1/1 chapters) Eddie feels dejected after having confessed to Steve that he has feelings that aren’t just friendly. Steve freezes until a stormy Hawkins’ night where he comes barreling into Eddie’s. This is just a M (only rated so for adult themes like smoking weed and homophobia) one shot that I needed out of my system. It’s angst, hurt/comfort, and much needed fluff after.

Put Me To Work (completed, 1/1 chapters) My longest one shot to date and my favorite writing. This is a smut filled PWP based off the song Put Me To Work by Big Data. Eddie is going through a breakup and Steve comes to clean his house. But he wants to do more than just help him clean, he wants to take care of him in ways Eddie didn’t know he even needed.

#I really like all my fics but i think my best is the cam diaries and the punk house #my most fun steddie is the plot twist one #even tho it has billy I’m sorry #pls don’t unfollow me I’m not a harringrove :(((( #i also don’t hate harringroves its just REALLY not my thing #my vampire fic seems anti Mike Wheeler but I PROMISE YOU its not #the smuttiest are the cam diaries and the freak helps the jock #the freak helps the jock is also the fluffiest #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #vampire!eddie munson #stranger thing fic #it fic #stranger things x it #ronance #steddie masterlist #reddie masterlist #fanfic masterpost #Ronance fic

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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy