#One Piece Hawkins OneShot

[lighthouseofstories]

Devotion

10.09.2023

TW: Soft NSFW, Creampie, Oral Sex-Female Receiving, Vaginal Penetration.

A Happy Late Birthday Hawkins! Our mystical tarot man has quickly become one of my faves! This was in part inspired by the song 'Devotion- by Hurts) if anyone wants to have a listen.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for. 

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you. 

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so. 

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips. 

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you. 

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside. 

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out. 

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover. 

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours. 

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his. 

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with he rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance. 

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alright to continue, It has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolish weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance, being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way that no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you. 

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshiping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense. 

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach. 

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb where he secretly hopes it will take. 

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest. 

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together. 

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you. 

Barely awake, you smile at him. “ “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.” 

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for. 

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you. 

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head is tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so. 

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips. 

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you. 

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside. 

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out. 

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover. 

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours. 

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his. 

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with the rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance. 

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alrigh to continue, it has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolsh weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance,being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way which no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you. 

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshipping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense. 

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach. 

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb. 

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest. 

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together. 

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you. 

Barely awake, you smile at him. “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.” 

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 15: WEDDING NIGHT Basil Hawkins 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @lady-winter13 ➡ Sorry I completely forgot to add the gender so let’s try again! 🙈 Could I please ask for kinktober 15. wedding night 🤍 with basil Hawkins from one piece? With female she/her. Thank you a sorry! 💗 tw: mdni. very romantic sex after the wedding. oral. penetration. mentions of pregnancy. wc: 924 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Long locks grazing your face, there was nothing but him and you that night… Both have said “yes, I do”. Both have decided to start a new journey, piracy would not suffice by itself if there wasn’t a person with whom share the One Piece with. The wedding had been amazing. You all drunk, partied, ate, and had fun.

Hawkins slowly peeled you off your white dress, with delicacy and love. Something like a wedding dress should be kept safe, but your skin is what mattered to him the most.

His permanent serious frown had been replaced by soften eyes, adoring, praising, your special lingerie. The finest white lace, a sexy second skin Basil is dying to rip too.

A sweet love, but still so passionate you couldn’t wait no more. His lips reached for yours, impertinently. And melted in one lustful kiss, you slowly walked back until your shins hit the bed.

Him and you fell to the mattress, where rose petals abounded. Your husband took your arms over your head, kissing after your exposed neck. In a delicate motion, he also plastered the pleasing pain of little bites.

“I love you, my wife…” he murmured, tickling your chest with his blonde wavy locks. “I love you, my husband…” you purred, caressing his cheek with loving and protective touch.

Though having made love uncountable times, that time felt absolutely different. The ring adorning your fingers shone the brightest with the warm dancing lights of a thousand candles in that room. And the sound of the waves crashing on the shore so close to your love nest mixed perfectly well with desperate panting.

Hawkins kisses travelled the mountains of your breasts and the holly valley in between them. Down, down he reached your belly button where he stayed long enough to whispers how much he was dreaming of listening to a new heartbeat inside you.

“Soon, my love…” you murmured, trying to hold tears. It wasn’t necessarily urgent nor a reality, but how could speak louder about his love than wanting to bring new life with you?

The magician that enchanted your heart, with whom he only could let his guard down, kept lowering his kisses until your mound of Venus… he made you tremble with just breathing closely to your sex.

Slow pecks over the lace of your panties, that soon turned more and more see through… your wetness was taking over all of it. But as much as he loved how the lingerie looked on your beloved anatomy, he still preferred the natural taste of your skin.

Taking all of his time, Basil pulled your coverings down. Slowly, enjoying the graze of his hands from your hip bones to the bridge of your feet, he undressed you completely.

A kiss in your inner thigh, a bite then. You flinched, smiling. A kiss on your entrance, then the tip of his tongue on your labia. You moaned, louder this time. And from the tip to his whole mouth, devouring you so deliciously, with taste buds rejoicing on the ambrosial taste of your intimacy.

Your hands reached for his hair, grabbing a fist full of it and pulling it along with your arching back, the more he indulge in your sex.

Several times you whined his name loudly and so lustfully, and perhaps bad words you couldn’t quite remember abandoned your lips too.

Basil, whose heart he could swear was about to jump from his chest, smiled the more you quivered and tried to close your legs trapping his face in between them. If the chances of surviving to such deadly pleasure, were no more than 1%, he would have taken them without a doubt.

And the closer you were getting to climax, the more you pleaded for him to kiss your lips. You wanted him, once and for all, inside you. So deep, and for the rest of the night…

“Come here, come here please” you begged.

Basil stopped; he couldn’t say no to his magical wife’s desires.

“But my love… you haven’t finished, yet” he murmured, still touching your sex but crawling on top of you.

“I only want to finish if I have you inside of me tonight, Basil…” you said, causing that man to shake. None of his predictions could have told him how magical your wedding night had turned…

He sighed, in pure need, in pure desire. And your toes helped his black trousers to slide down his legs. Your hands, to unbutton his ruffled white shirt.

Many were the scars his battles had left on his chest, and you loved each and every single one of them. And while you waited for him to finally bury in you, you traced those scars with the tip of your index finger.

He got greedy, though, and didn’t immediately penetrate you. He played with the wetness of your femininity, mixing the sprouting honeys one with the other’s.

You were burning; he was already moaning without even going deep into you. And your heels carved on the small of his back, because you couldn’t wait no more.

“Please…” “Yes, my magic star…”

Slowly, steadily, securely, and lovingly, he let himself slide in. Both moaning at the first sensation of the intrusion. Your walls spasming, milking, getting tight around him. Him throbbing, getting harder, pushing against the pressure of your womb.

And maybe, just maybe and for the first time… his eyes filled with tears, of joy, of love… because that night had been the first of the rest of your lives living them as one… 💖

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[swampstew]

Oh Captain, My Captain!

This mini-event is primed and ready to go - and requests are CLOSED. The rules are simple - I am ONLY accepting 10 requests, requesters must ask for 1 Captain with 1 Prompt, NSFW requests must have ages attached to the requester, I am allowing for repeat characters and prompts this time around, I am prioritizing follower requests over non-followers, I reserve the right to delete any requests that are not respectful, don't follow these event rules or my general blog rules, AND FINALLY, this event will take 4 weeks to complete in terms of fulfilling the requests as I am still monitoring my cat's fragile health - if things take a turn for the worse, I reserve the right to cancel the event full stop. Reminder that this is a fun hobby for me and I don't have to tolerate people not respecting my boundaries, my feelings, or the things going on in my life that may pull me away.

Prompts: please note, that each below prompt was pulled from LinWritesIf 's prompt list, I take no credit for the scenario types below but I hope I do them justice!

Angst 1. Enemies to lovers 2. Someone is injured 3. Shedding a tear

Fluff 1. Domestic intimacy 2. Things done while dancing 3. Simple touches

NSFW 1. Nonverbal sexual situation 2. Types of kisses 3. Subtle intimacy 4. Action prompts

Captains: Eustass Kid - Types of Kisses |Spicy 🌷 Paint Trafalgar Law - Sleep ⚓ Hair |Spicy Monkey D. Luffy - Play Jewelry Bonney Diez Drake - Bulge |Spicy Basil Hawkins Gol D. Roger - Close |Spicy Portgas D. Ace Buggy the Clown - Simple Touches Shanks - Hush |Spicy ⚜️ Hate

Have fun requesting!

[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: anal sex Character: Basil Hawkins Reader: gender neutral Tw: foreplay, anal sex

You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

"I'm not going to hurt you, love" Basil's voice was nothing more than a murmur in your ear, as his slender fingers caressed your skin under the blankets, slowly reaching your legs which were slightly shaking both because of excitement and nervousness of trying something completely new.

You prepared yourself for this, knowing well it wasn't going to be easy to take Basil's cock in your rear entrance for the first time, but he was so tender with you that a sense of peace pervaded your body as you felt his fingertips running on your hot skin. He was lying behind you in a spooning position as his hand gently lifted your leg and squeezed your ass feeling its softness.

"Just relax" he kept talking to you with a soothing tone, his index finger applying pressure against your anus and sliding in it easily, since you two had already tried to stretch it with only fingers before today, in an attempt to prepare your body for Basil's cock one day, which it was now.

Basil squeezed a bit of lube on his hand and applied both on his already hard cock and on your entrance, to make the penetration easier. "Come here…" he wrapped his arms around you pressing himself against you, your back placed against his chest as his hand returned further down, to keep your leg folded up allowing him to have easier access to your rear entrance.

Tender kisses on your neck helped you to relax as you felt the sweet intrusion of Basil's cock's tip, slowly stretching your rear entrance. "Is it too much, love?" he asked, worried that you might feel pain or something, but you shook your head, it was indeed a weird feeling, but it wasn't hurting you, mostly because you were taking just an inch of it and nothing more yet, but Basil didn't want to push you further yet, allowing your body to adjust to such a new thing.

Basil's hips were buckling against your butt sensually and sluggishly, the pressure in your back entrance growing more and more at every inch you manage to take in. You could feel his breath becoming rugger as time passes, sweet praises escaping his lips as he enjoys the way you embrace his cock.

"You feel so warm and tight around me, god… I'm not gonna last much, love…"

[munsons-maiden]

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Here's a little oneshot for you, lovelies! I hope you enjoy 🖤

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader (no physical descriptions, though)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Based on this request: could i request maybe eddie brings reader to a deal but wants her to stay in the van so she’s safe but the people he’s dealing to see her because she walked out to tell eddie something and it doesn’t go so well. and after the situation eddie and her argue but eddie’s upset and just what’s to protect her 🥺 but ofc it ends well🫡

- I hope you like it, dear!🖤

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | fights turning into love confessions, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | angst with a happy ending, attempted (sexual) assault

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝🖤

You can barely make out your surroundings, the little dirt path leading you deeper into the woods, in the darkness between the trees as you slowly draw closer – the moon and stars have vanished behind the clouds as if they’ve gone into hiding, and the taste of a summer storm already laces the stuffy air.

In all these years of being Eddie Munson’s friend, there’s been one simple rule when it comes to him meeting his customers for a drug deal:

Stay in the car.

The customers are harmless. It’s the cops I’m worried about, he tells you, expression stern, whenever you crack a joke about him being scared you could scare away a customer.

It’s tiny little Hawkins, and the deals gone wrong that sometimes make it into the TV news or newspaper headlines are over coke and heroin and all the hard stuff Eddie would never sell, not over something as harmless as weed or the occasional pill of ketamine.

Tonight has been no different.

It was supposed to be a quick deal on your way to the Carnival two towns over at Sycamore where you’re supposed to meet the rest of Hellfire.

Some new customer sent by Reefer Rick.

But the longer you’ve been sitting in Eddie’s van, in the dark, in the middle of the lonely road that cuts through the woods surrounding Hawkins…this nagging feeling started to grow in your chest. First into worry, then into outright panic when you’d watched the clock on the old van’s display tick, one minute turning into five, and five into ten.

What if something went wrong?

What if something horrible happened to him?

What if Eddie needs your help?

You wanted to tell him, tonight at the fair, beneath the see of glittering lights of the Ferris wheel. That you’re in love with him. That you’ve been, for a very long time. That even if he doesn’t feel the same, you need to say it out loud, how you first fell for all the tiny little pieces that make him Eddie and then wholly and utterly and completely.

When ten minutes bled into fifteen, and your mind had come up with the most horrid scenarios fueled by news coverage of drug deals breaking into violence, conjuring up gruesome images of Eddie bleeding out between the ferns and brambles covering the forest floor, blood soaking the moss, you couldn’t stay cooped up in the confines of his old van a second longer.

You broke Eddie’s one rule. You left the car and went looking for him.

As you’re now traipsing along the small dirt path cutting through the brambles and ferns, the fabric of your summer dress you’ve spent an entire weekend picking out at the mall just so Eddie might finally start seeing you as something else as his friend, sticking to your sweaty skin and thorns scratching at your legs, you realize that even if Eddie needs your help…how the fuck would you even be able to help him?

It’s not like you’re carrying a gun in the little bag you’re clutching at your side.

The sound of voices startles you out of your thoughts, and in the dark, your eyes lock on the two silhouettes in the little clearing ahead of you.

You recognize Eddie first – you’d recognize him everywhere.

He’s standing with his back to you. Even with the remaining distance between the two of you, the darkness of the woods, you can tell that his shoulders are tense.

His whole body is holding a kind of tension you’ve only ever seen on him once before, a few years ago, when his deadbeat father had shown up at the trailer park drunken and shouting curses into the wind before Eddie had dragged you into the safety Wayne’s trailer.

A twig snaps beneath your sneakers, and both Eddie and his customer whirl around to you.

And you realize you’ve made a huge mistake.

The guy in front of Eddie is no nervous classmate, not one of the chill stoner guys always hanging around beneath the bleachers. No friendly family dad or stressed housewife looking for a little relaxation or piece of rebellion.

The guy’s buzzcut does nothing to soften the harsh angles of his face, the lines around his mouth formed by the frown that seems to be engraved there.

There’s something menacing in his eyes as they lock on you.

Something evil and predatory.

The guy licks his lips, and his mouth curls into a lewd smirk, a twisted mirror to the abysmal panic in Eddie’s wide eyes as he stares at you.

You can read them like the pages of an open book.

What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to stay in the car!

The guy slaps a meaty hand on Eddie’s shoulder, hard enough to make Eddie sway a little on his feet with the impact. And contrary to what the jocks at Hawkins High believe, Eddie is strong.

“And at first I thought you’d brought the cops,” the guy laughs – but it’s not a friendly laugh. It doesn’t reach his eyes, either. He’s got muscles. A lot of them, flexing beneath his skin as he lets his arm sink from Eddie’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t do that to your old friend though, would you? Instead, you brought me a present.”

There’s an eagle tattooed across the guy’s throat, wings spread wide. It’s fitting, this bird of prey marking him. You feel like a tiny little robin beneath his gaze.

Eddie’s eyes haven’t left you for a single second.

“I told you to stay in the car.” His voice is strained with barely suppressed fury and, above all else…panic.

“Nah, we’re good,” the guy grins, letting his eyes roam over you.

Making you wish you were wearing something other than a short little summer dress.

“Come on closer, little birdie,” he drawls, “Don’t be shy now.”

“Go back to the car,” Eddie says, louder, the vehemence of his tone flashing in his panicked eyes. His voice is trembling. “Now.”

“What, you don’t want to introduce us?” The man drawls. The threat in his own voice is as clear and tangible as the panic in Eddie’s umber eyes as he shakes his head, the movement subtle, barely visible. Go, he mouths. Now.

At the guy, he adds, “I thought we were here to talk about business.”

“You want me to focus on business when you brought your pretty girl with you, boy?” The guy makes a beckoning motion at you, still frozen like a deer in the headlights, rooted to your spot only feet away from him and Eddie. “Come closer, doll. Don’t be shy now.”

“No,” Eddie interjects, fervor smoothing his voice as it cuts through the rain-laced air of the clearing, despair flashing out beneath the panic, “She’s not part of this.”

You’re scared out of your mind.

But hell will freeze over before you leave Eddie alone with this man.

So you do what the guy told you.

You step closer, coming to stand beside Eddie.

“Tell you what, boy,” the man purrs, tearing his eyes off of you to meet Eddie’s, a flash of yellowed teeth in diffuse moonlight, as his smirk grows into a grin so devilish you wouldn’t have been surprised had they been pointed, “I’m gonna give you a few more bucks and you’re gonna give me a few minutes with your lovely lady here.”

Beside you, Eddie inches closer to you, shifting to place himself between the guy and you.

Trying to shield you with his own body, you realize.

Eddie Munson, who always swore he was no hero outside of D&D, is becoming your hero right now.

“I’ll give you everything I got with me right now, and you leave,” Eddie counters, voice hard.

A desperate attempt to get you out of this situation.

Almost completely hidden from the guy’s field of vision with Eddie having placed himself in front of you, his muscles taut and ready to fight, your hands slowly dive into the bag slung over your shoulder, fingertips carefully feeling for something, anything, to use to protect him, to protect both of you –

“Or,” the man drawls, taking a step closer, with the ease of a predator rounding in on a wounded fawn, “I’ll just take whatever you got and have some fun with your pretty lady.”

It happens too fast to see it coming.

There’s a snapping sound as the flick-knife the guy must have been holding, concealed in his meaty fist and the dark of night, is flipped open, the jagged blade flashing in the obscure beams of moonlight filtering through the clouds and the foliage of trees above your heads – and Eddie pushes you farther behind him.

Placing yourself between you and the knife’s path as he snaps, voice vibrating, “Stay the fuck away from her.”

The man lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. “And what are you gonna do, hm?”

There. Your fingers wrap around something smooth and cool nestled at the bottom of your bag.

And not a second too soon.

Before the guy can let the knife in his fist soar down to hurt Eddie, you duck around your friend, your own hand flying up as you press your index finger down in the spray bottle in your sweaty grip, sending a blast of hair spray straight into the guy’s face.

He screams, hands flying up to cover his eyes as he stumbles backwards, and the flick-knife lands between the ferns.

Eddie doesn’t waste a single second.

His hand finding yours, he pulls you away from the screaming, staggering man and pushes you towards the path that leads back to the road and the van and safety. Together, you break into a run.

You don’t notice the thorns of the brambles cutting your legs, the burn of your lungs, your muscles, because it all fades to white noise beneath the roaring of blood in your ears, the wild pounding of your heart, Eddie’s own racing steps behind you.

Only at the edges of your panic-addled mind you realize that he’s staying behind you to make sure you’ll get away, first.

The van comes up in the distance, a flash of white among the leaves and branches, and you feel the first tender burst of relief wash through you at the sight.

Eddie rips the driver’s side door open, all but shoving you inside and onto the passenger seat as he climbs in after you, and the old engine comes to life with a sputtering roar. The van jerks forwards with screeching tires as your hands shoot out to grab the door’s handle to avoid toppling over into the footwell.

As the vehicle bolts down the country road leading out of the woods, silence descends upon you, heavy and loud even beneath the roar of the engine, your own panting breaths slowly calming.

You cast Eddie a careful sideways glance.

He doesn’t look at you.

His eyes are glued to the road the way his foot is glued to the gas pedal, jaw set, and his knuckles clamped around the wheel are white.

You’ve never seen him so angry in all the time you’ve known him.

You’ve never felt so angry in all the time you’ve known him, either.

When the van emerges from the woods and lights of the carnival come into sight, the twinkling form of the Ferris wheel rising over the rolling fields of wheat covering the landscape, Eddie steers the vehicle to the side of the road.

By the time he cuts off the engine and pushes the driver’s door open with a force that makes you fear it’ll just rip off its hinges, he still hasn’t uttered a single word.

You reach for the latch in your own door, but before you can open it, Eddie has already rounded the hood, and the door is ripped open to reveal his face, unreadable and void of all the usual humor and goofiness.

“Are you okay?” It sounds strangely hollow, the way he says it.

“Eddie –“

“Are you okay?” It’s nearly a shout, but not an angry one. Only scared. So fucking scared that it makes his voice shake as much as his hands coming up to rake through his curls while his dark eyes roam over you in the diffuse moonlight over the field, the dim glow of the lights inside the van, scanning the tiny cuts decorating your face and arms and legs where the brambles and branches of the woods have left their marks during your flight.

You give a tentative nod.

The breath he seems to have been holding leaves in a sharp exhale as he rakes his hand through his dark curls once more, sending stray leaves falling out as he starts pacing at the edge of the road.

You climb out of the car.

And the storm that’s been building the past few minutes breaks lose – not in the sky, but down beneath it.

“I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE FUCKING CAR!”

Eddie has never shouted at you.

You’ve never shouted at him, either, but it breaks out of you like a flood-wave.

“ME?! THIS IS MY FAULT?!”

“YES! FUCKING HELL YES IT IS! SHIT. IF YOU HAD, JUST FOR ONCE, LISTENED –“

“ME?! I’M NOT THE ONE MEETING FUCKING KILLERS IN THE WOODS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!”

“THAT’S WHY I TOLD YOU TO STAY –“

“IF I’D STAYED IN THE CAR, YOU’D BE DEAD ON THE FOREST FLOOR NOW!” The thought of it, of Eddie, bleeding out between the ferns, scared and alone and in pain, makes the tears spill over and your voice shatter as you choke out the rest of the sentence in a miserable little whisper. “You’d be fucking dead!” Saying it aloud brings back the fury at him for being so fucking careless. “HE WAS ABOUT TO HURT YOU!”

“AND THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN WAY BETTER THAN IF HE’D HURT YOU! I CAN’T LOSE YOU, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!”

Eddie’s words shut you up.

They ring through the night, mingle with the soft summer breeze that ruffles the stalks of wheat in the nearby field, the rustling too loud in the shellshocked silence.

The tears which have been glittering in his dark eyes have started running down his pale cheeks.

For a few wild heartbeats, you just stare at each other in the moonlight piercing through the passing clouds, the glow of colorful lights of the fair at the edge of the field sending flares into the night, the stuffy summer night’s air pressing down on the two of you.

In a few quick strides, both of you cross the small distance between the two of you, meeting in the middle.

And then, you’re kissing.

And the world stills, heartbeat accelerating as panic and adrenaline bleed into something entirely else, something that’s been trapped within you for so long it takes a second to realize this, right now, is truly happening.

Eddie’s lips, soft and hot against yours, his palms cradling your face, the metal of his rings warm with the heat of his body as they press gently against your skin.

He kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.

He kisses you like he really, truly means it.

Because I fucking love you.

It’s better, so much better than even your wildest daydreams.

You know you’ll never want to kiss anyone else after this.

You know you don’t ever want this kiss to end.

It does, eventually. Eddie pulls away, wide-eyed and panting, lips slightly apart in a gape and curls in a tangled mess – from his own hands raking through it or yours right now, you can’t tell. Even in the half-dark of the night, you can see the blush dusting his cheeks.

“I – I’m sorry,” he breathes, the kiss-dazed gleam in his eyes making room for an appalled expression. “God, fuck, I’m – I didn’t think. I didn’t even ask –“

“I’ve been waiting for you to do this for a very long time,” you say quietly, giving him a soft smile.

For a moment, Eddie just stares at you, as if he’s contemplating whether his mind is playing tricks on him. “You, uh. You did?”

“Yeah,” you whisper into the few inches of between the two of you. “And now I’ll be waiting for you to do it again.”

He does. Not a single beat of hesitation.

This time, when Eddie’s lips meet yours, it’s softer, slower, yet just as intoxicating and feverish as that first kiss.

His hands snake up to cup your cheeks and angle your head as he slowly walks you backwards, until your back meets the side of the van, the metal still warm from the day and the sweltering night air, and butterflies flood your belly, your entire body, a colorful swarm of them making your skin tingle in all the places his body brushes against yours. His chest against yours, one of his knees between yours, his calloused fingertips gently trailing down the column of your throat.

Kissing Eddie Munson is as easy as breathing.

“I meant it,” he breathes into the kiss, before resting his forehead against yours, the curls of his bangs tickling you, “What I said. I’m so fucking sorry I dragged you into this mess. I’m so fucking sorry I put you in danger.” He swallows. “And I’m so fucking much in love with you.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling his smile. “I’ve been loving you for a very long time, Eddie.”

You place your hands over his, still holding your face.

“I was so fucking scared,” Eddie murmurs, voice trembling again with new tears. “Fuck. I was so stupid –“

“We’re okay,” you whisper, fingers squeezing his, “We’re safe. You saved me.”

“Shit, you saved me. What even was that? Pepper spray?”

You chuckle. “Farah Fawcett hair spray.”

Eddie blinks, before he gives a breathless little laugh, as if he’s not sure he’d rather laugh or cry. Probably both. “Pretty fucking metal.”

“I wanted to look pretty for you tonight,” you amend, and Eddie’s expression grows serious again.

“You always look pretty, sweetheart. I’ve been having a pretty hard time not ogling you every second we’re together.”

“You need to promise me you’ll never ever meet clients in the middle of the woods. Not at night. Not by day either. And –“

“I promise,” Eddie interrupts, voice sincere. “I’m gonna stick to the clients I know. No expanding the business.”

“Good,” you breathe, letting your hands fall away from his to lock them at the nape of his neck, fingertips playing with his dark curls.

“Your hair is really soft,” you breathe, lips not an inch from his, feeling stupid all of a sudden for saying it out loud, but Eddie replies with an adorable little giggle that makes your heart soar and race and squeeze with love all at the same time.

“Thanks. It’s…uh. Don’t laugh. It’s Farah Fawcett conditioner.”

Your own soft laugh fades into the night as Eddie’s lips find yours again, the summer storm brewing over your heads and the glittering lights of the carnival in the distance and the moment of terror in the woods blurring against the radiant joy of knowing the one you love loves you back just as much.

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[heartbreak-sandwich]

ANIMAL MAGNETISM ~ Part 1 ~ Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - SFW, slight angst, building tension, Lifeguard Billy x Lifeguard Reader, bossy boss Billy 💖

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a small oneshot blurb, but a lovely follower requested a continuation, and you can find it here! I'm so excited to have given this a title, and there will be more to this story. 😎 Thank you to all who have enjoyed my work so far. You inspire me to keep writing, and I love you very much!

"Go fish out the change that kid dropped in the deep end. I don't want to wash my hair again." Billy was crunching potato chips in the shade as he barked orders at you while you were both supposed to be closing the Hawkins Pool. Typically you ignored him, but it was just the two of you for the end of the shift, the work needed to be done, and you knew he wasn't going to be the one to do it. You rolled your eyes and took the plunge just to get it over with.

--

"Put the cover on so we can get out of here." He didn't even look at you while he spoke this time. You finally had enough of him telling you what to do, so you stormed over to him.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Billy's eyes snapped up to meet yours. You held your ground, standing with your hands on your hips, not breaking the stare. "What? Big, strong Billy Hargrove can't put the cover on the pool all on his own?" His blue eyes darkened like the sky before a storm, and he started to take slow, methodical steps toward you.

"What did you say?" He was trying to intimidate you, and you knew it. You weren't going to let him win this game.

"You heard me, Billy," you replied as he continued toward you until he stood right in front of you, your faces just inches apart. He jutted his chin upwards slightly and scoffed.

"No one tells me what to do, princess. Now go cover the damn pool so we can get out of here." The nickname sent a jolt through your stomach and up your chest -- electric butterflies.

"You've been ordering me around all day, and I'm so tired --" Billy put two fingers up against your lips and stopped you mid sentence. What the hell was he doing?

"Open," he demanded, his eye contact unwavering. You felt fire rise to your cheeks as you obeyed without question. He ran the pads of his pointer and middle fingers along the top of your silky, wet tongue back and forth, and slowly pulled them back out again.

"See," he started, tilting your chin up and running his thumb along your lower lip, cleaning up a small spot of escaped saliva, "you do know how to listen." Your mouth snapped closed when you realized what he had just done to you, and your trance was broken.

"That's not fair," you pouted, your brows furrowing as you took a step back. Billy donned his signature smirk and unwrapped a piece of gum, the scents of mint, chlorine, and Paco Rabanne pour homme pulling you back under his spell like a moth to a flame. He turned on his heel and strutted back toward the office, leaving you standing there to process what had just happened.

"Pool cover, princess!" His harsh tone made it obvious that you would still be receiving no help from him despite your attempt at leveling the field. Why did you obey him? Defeated and mortified, you left your desires to swirl around in your mind, reluctantly sauntering over to the cover and rolling out the long mat onto the top of the pool.

PART TWO ❤️‍🔥

[nervoushottee]

IMPORTANT: This blog is 18+ MDNI!! If you don’t have age on your blog then I will block it.

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Joel Miller

Series:

Flaws and All: You and Joel get caught in a blizzard while traveling. Cooped up in a cabin that is a bit of a fixer upper, the two of you learn how to grow with one another. In the process of waiting out the blizzard, you both have no choice but to accept each other, flaws and all. And maybe, just maybe find more in each other than just a travel partner. Will be Explicit in future chapters

A Solemn Promise: Joel thought he had lost it all. That the cruel bitter world had taken away his heart and soul piece by piece until there was nothing left. Everything he cared so deeply for gone. Turning him into a complicated man with a complicated heart. But when he has to travel across the country with a young girl and his girlfriend that he thought was dead. Maybe, just maybe his broken heart and soul can mend.

Oneshot

A Shot of Whiskey: (Explicit) You didn't think Joel would take you up on your offer. But here you were getting fucked in the bathroom stall of the bar.

Lucien Flores

Oneshot:

Kill the Lights: (Explicit) Lucien Flores is your older brother's bestfriend and to you he was always off limits and vice versa. Until one night that changes... (insipred by the song "De Selby part 2 by Hozier")

Triple Frontier

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Series:

Good Trouble: You and the Miller brothers have known each other since childhood. But the years go by and time moves on and the three of you are grown up. But what happens when they come home to visit and the two friends they bring along with them catch your eye?? (Frankie/Santiago/Reader)

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Series:

Good Trouble: You and the Miller brothers have known each other since childhood. But the years go by and time moves on and the three of you are grown up. But what happens when they come home to visit and the two friends they bring along with them catch your eye?? (Frankie/Santiago/Reader)

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Series:

The Summer Before: You and the gang decide to take a trip together before you all go your separate ways after summer is over. You’re excited for a reset away from Hawkins. Away from your problems and responsibilities. But one of the problems that you can’t seem to find the answer to went with you and it’s Steve Harrington. Conversations about old times and second chances wasn’t something you really planned on doing but here you are.  The days will be light and warm. Trips to the lake and burgers on the grill. The nights will feel long filled with laughter, beers, unwanted truths and tattoos you won’t remember getting the next day. Secrets will be spilled and tears will be shed.  A last hooray at the end of the summer while everyone was still together.  This should be fun. Right?

Oneshot:

Take Care: Steve wakes up from a nightmare that scares him a lot more than usual. The two of you frantically decide in the middle of night to get out of Hawkins. Even if it’s just for a little while.

Go For It: Steve has been your “movie guy” at Family Video for a while now. Little does he know that the main reason you’ve been buying these movies is to flirt with him and just maybe ask him out…

Illicit Affairs: You wish you were enough for Steve, but he will always want Nancy. (inspired by "Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift")

My pretty girl: (Explicit) you can’t help but beg for more of steve

Eddie Munson

Oneshot:

• never like this: your house never feels like home, but Eddie does.

Steddie

Oneshot:

This or That: (Explicit) You can't seem to figure out what you like better between Steve and Eddie.

MISCELLANEOUS

Series

Folklore: In which nervoushottee creates a series of fanfics insipred by the songs from Folklore by Taylor Swift

Oneshot

Paul Atreides

With Want: (Explicit) Paul Atreides always had dreams. But from the very beginning, there was an invisible string pulling him to you.

COD MW11

Captain John Price:

More: (Explicit) You’re stressed out of your mind and John knows exactly what you need to relax

141:

Just thinking about you doing the “Sorry, I’m not into short guys” Tiktok trend with The 141 boys

House of the Dragon

Alicent Hightower

Series:

Queen Alicent’s Maid: In which Alicent gets a maid after becoming the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms…

Daryl Dixon

Oneshot:

It Happened Quiet: What you and Daryl have is a soft quiet love

Night Shift: You keep Daryl company during a night watch

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[imagine-you]

writin' you a letter and I don't know where to start part 2 of 3 [steve harrington/reader]

summary: You think leaving Hawkins will be a painless and easy farewell, but when you reconnect with Steve Harrington the night before you're set to leave town, you realize there's something still left in Hawkins you'll miss. You decide to write Steve a letter and when he writes back, you can't help but feel thrilled to reforge your connection with him. It's easy to fall in love with Steve, but when you fall out of touch again, you think you're officially done with him once and for all. Years later, you're visiting your parents in Hawkins for Christmas, when a deputy pulls you over and you realize maybe Hawkins and Steve aren't done with you. word count: 2.3k author's note: this was meant to be a oneshot, but I had a family emergency last week and I couldn't finish this in one go. so much thought and love has gone into planning this fic, so to entice you a bit more, part three involves deputy!steve and reconciliation. 💖

part one / part two / part three

Weeks passed and you were just as lonely in Chicago as you were in Hawkins.    

You couldn't help but feel like a total failure as a person. You hadn't made one new friend and half the time your mind was focused on Hawkins. No, not Hawkins. Steve.

You fell asleep at night thinking of the way Steve felt pressed against you while you were dancing and woke up wishing he was there to recreate the sensation all over again. You had never outright longed for anyone or anything as much as you did for Steve. He had awakened something within you. It was a want that you had never experienced before and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to entertain it or ignore it.   

It wasn't only that, though. Steve had made you feel wanted. His whole focus had been on you and you still felt breathless at the thought of his breath against your ear and his hands on you. Just the memory of that moment with Steve was intoxicating and you wanted more.  

You felt stupid for wanting someone you could never have, but you wanted to feel the way you did when you were dancing with Steve. Chicago was just cold and lonely and you didn't think you'd be able to move on from Hawkins if you were still so focused on something you didn't even realize you would miss once it was out of your life.  

One night, sleep eluded you because you kept thinking of Steve Harrington and his dumb, beautiful eyes and gorgeous hair. You felt crazy and stupid as the minutes ticked by and you were still thinking of him. You thought maybe you just needed some type of closure. Maybe you just needed to know that Steve had forgotten all about you and you probably wouldn't ever see him again.  

So, you found yourself getting out of bed and walking over towards your desk. You turned on your lamp and grabbed a piece of paper before you began to write:  

Dear Steve,    I don't know why I'm writing you this letter. I guess I feel like we have too much history just to leave it at a dance with no real goodbye. I know how this is going to sound, but I've been thinking about you a lot.   We knew everything about each other when we were kids. Like, remember when you came over to my house and my mom made us grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup? But you hate tomato soup, and you didn't want to hurt her feelings, so you tried to eat it and you ended up crying? And then I slurped your soup down so fast I burned my tongue just so you wouldn't have to eat anymore? I never told anyone about that. Not even my mom.   Or what about when I had a Malibu Barbie and I tried to marry her to your G.I. Joe and you got so pissed off because you swore up and down that he would never get married to Barbie? And I was so mad that I cried and then wrote you a list of all the reasons why G.I. Joe would be lucky to get a girl like Malibu Barbie. Whatever happened to that list? Did you throw it away? Light it on fire? Bury it in your yard?  Anyways, Chicago is great, but I'm wondering how things are going back in Hawkins.   Hope you're well!   -- Y/N 

You weren't sure if you actually had any intention of sending the letter, but the next morning when you woke up, you asked your mom for a stamp.  

"A stamp?" She sounded surprised by the question, but she started to rummage through her purse. "What do you need a stamp for?" 

You shrugged your shoulders, helpless against the hopeful little smile you gave her. "A letter." 

Your mom laughed, but didn't try to get you to tell her who the letter was addressed to. "Here you go," she told you, handing over the little book of stamps she had in her purse. "Keep it. In case you write another one." 

"I doubt it," you denied with a shake of your head. "Thanks," you added before allowing her to pull you into a hug.  

"I know this move has been a lot on you," she said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But if there's anything you need to make any of this any better, then I'll get it for you." 

You nodded your head before pushing closer into your mom's embrace. "Thanks," you repeated, feeling overwhelmingly grateful for your mom.  

You couldn't quite squash the little tendril of hope you felt that Steve just might write you back. But as weeks passed and there was no letter waiting for you each day after school, you started to figure that Steve couldn't have cared less about responding.  

You had resigned yourself to never hearing from him again. He was just a fleeting crush and you needed to move on.  

Your resolve to stay strong and emotionless went right out the window when your mom handed you an envelope halfway through your spring break.  

"Steve Harrington, huh?" 

"What?" You barely resisted the urge to reach out and snatch the envelope away from her. Instead, you calmly held your hand out and took it. You half-expected to see your letter with a 'return to sender' stamp on it, but you were pleasantly surprised to see your name and Steve's switched, letting you know that he had responded after all.  

"You two used to be nearly inseparable," she mused, her expression betraying her amusement. "What happened?" 

You didn't want to quite break the news to your mom that her kid was a total loser on the high school social scale, so you stuck with shrugging your shoulders. "Who knows?" You turned and barely stopped yourself from fleeing towards your room. Instead, you turned the letter over and over in your hands, trying to see if you could somehow read the words through the envelope.  

You swore you could hear your mom laughing as you raced up the stairs once you were finally out of her line of sight. You didn't know what had her so amused, but you could barely contain your excitement as you sat down at your desk and finally ripped open the envelope. You pulled the letter out and began to read: 

Dear Y/N,  I was really surprised to hear from you. I thought once you made it out to a big city, you'd drop anything that reminded you of Hawkins. Glad to know I was wrong.   I do remember hating tomato soup, but me crying? No way. I think you're making that one up. I totally remember you crying over your doll.   And G.I. Joe still won't marry Malibu Barbie. Maybe I should find out what I did with that list and make my own list of why he would totally go for another babe.   But you're right. About us having all that history? It seems weird that we stopped talking. I wonder why that happened.   Do you have any plans for the summer? I've got to get a job to prove my worth or whatever to my dad so I'm going to be slinging ice cream at the mall. Sounds fun huh? Is rocky road still your favorite? If you happen to visit this summer, I'll save you a scoop.   Where you going to college? Out there in Chicago or somewhere else? Try not to hold how smart you are over my head or anything. I know you're an egghead.    -- Steve  

Your face was beginning to hurt from how long you had been smiling, but you didn't care. Steve had not only written you back, but he seemed to expect a response from you. 

You grabbed a piece of paper and started writing your reply. You didn't want to seem too eager, but you didn't want to lose the tentative friendship you seemed to be reforming with Steve. If anything, you could always craft a response now and then wait a couple weeks to send it.  

Steve,  As much as I didn't fit in there, Hawkins will always be a part of my history. And so will you. But I do want us to remain friends, which is why I wrote you in the first place.   And really, Steve? Come on. You cried all the time when we were kids. If you don't remember the tomato soup incident, then what about when we broke into Mrs. Featherstone's yard? We really wanted to go sledding and she had the best hill in her backyard. I stood on watch while you jumped the fence and then you let me in. We took turns going down the hill and then you hit a rock and scraped your knee. You cried at the first sight of blood and I ran and got Mrs. Featherstone and she was so pissed with us. But she bandaged you up and gave us cookies and sent us home.   You can't tell me you don't remember that happening. I saw that scar on your knee last time I saw you play basketball, so I know it hurt. And if you don't remember crying that day, then I have a million other stories to try to jog your memory.   Also, I don't think I'm planning on doing much this summer besides getting ready for school. I got into a few colleges, but I'm sticking around Chicago, so I'll go to the university here. It's supposed to be a really good school.   And don't try to tell me you're not smart, Steve. I know you are. Maybe you don't know that, but I do.   Let me know how much you make scooping ice cream. If I fail out of my first semester of college, maybe I'll join you next year.   Write back soon!  -- Y/N

You felt a little thrill at demanding Steve write back, but you couldn't deny that you wanted a response from him now more than ever. You wished you had the guts to just pick up the phone and call him, but you didn't even know if he still had the same phone number from when you were kids. Worse yet, you might call and his mom might answer. You were sure it wouldn't be long before she got in touch with your mom and then they would think it was just the cutest thing ever that the two of you were friends again.  

So, no. You would stick to writing for now.  

It felt like torture as you waited a week and then two weeks to finally mail the letter. You knew it was saving the shred of dignity you had not to let Steve know just how eager you were to talk to him, but you hated having to wait.  

You were happy when Steve's response came only a week later. It was easier to convince yourself to send a letter back after only three days. You loved sharing your childhood memories with Steve, but you also looked forward to hearing about his life in Hawkins. There were moments when time seemed to drag on unusually long between his responses, but you figured things in Hawkins were always taking a turn for the worse.  

He told you about the mall burning down and the causalities that ensued. He told you about his new job and friend named Robin. You couldn't help feeling the slightest bit jealous of his newfound best friend, but you figured you were just being silly. Nothing would ever happen between you and Steve, and while it was nice to hope, you had to stay realistic if you wanted to guard your heart.  

You continued to write Steve throughout the first semester of your freshman year at University of Chicago. When you passed all your finals, Steve congratulated you and told you he would take you out for a drink if you ever made it back to Hawkins. You wondered if Steve was asking you out on a date, but you quickly dashed the idea.  

No matter how much you tried to guard your heart, you still couldn't seem to stop yourself from falling fast and hard for Steve. Every letter just strengthened your connection and all you could think about was hearing his laugh and seeing his smile and feeling his hand in yours.  

It was a couple weeks before the spring break of ‘86 when you decided to throw all caution to the wind and tell Steve how you felt.  

Steve,  I know this is crazy. I feel pretty crazy right about now. But these letters and talking to you has meant the world to me. I have feelings for you, Steve. Really intense, huge, scary feelings. And I just like you so damn much. If you feel the same way, then maybe I can visit Hawkins for spring break? And maybe we can get something to eat or go see a movie or get a drink and just see where this goes. But if you don't feel the same, then feel free to just ignore this. I just couldn't take it any longer and I had to know if I was in this alone or if you were there with me too.  Let me know.   -- Y/N 

You knew that waiting on a response would feel nearly impossible, but you never for once thought that Steve would simply not write back. Your wait spanned days and weeks and months and years. You had cried every night of your spring break, wishing for an alternate universe where Steve had responded in kind and you were spending your time in Hawkins, unbelievably happy and in love.  

You had well and truly given up on ever hearing back from Steve by the time your sophomore year of college started. You convinced yourself you didn't care and that you would never have to see or speak to Steve Harrington ever again.  

What were the odds that you would ever end up back in Hawkins, anyways? 

[ymaohoh]

Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - Fic - Oneshot

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. “If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.” Jason sees Chrissy and Eddie in the woods. Jason POV. Hellcheer Oneshot.

Word Count: 1,904

No plot. Just smut.

Also on Archive of Our Own.

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Well, your love is worse

Worse than cigarettes

Even if I had twenty in my hands

**

Jason Carver thought he knew his girlfriend. 

Thought Chrissy Cunningham was just like him. They were from the same backgrounds - nice homes, rich parents, good traditional morals and ethics. They’d been boyfriend and girlfriend since junior year when he tied his letterman jacket around her shoulders and told her thought it was time they made it official.  Over the course of that year they moved through the ranks and became really popular - he the hotshot athlete, she the pretty cheerleader - and when Chrissy made cheer captain in senior year he knew they were a cinch to be the King and Queen of Hawkins High. It was a cliche for a reason. His parents had met in a similar way. 

And yeah that popularity came with side-benefits. And yeah he often abused those benefits because some kids needed a healthy dose of ass-whooping, you know? Needed to know which rung of the social ladder they belonged on. It stopped them from getting too big for their boots. He never did anything illegal but he sure bent some rules. 

Chrissy didn’t know about any of that though and his team mates were sworn to secrecy. It was the same bro-code for their girlfriends. None of the teachers would dare make trouble either. His father was good friends with the school governors and would see they were fired if they dared try. 

Chrissy was a good girl. She had the right attitude and ideals as him. She went to church and played at cheerleading and looked good and neat in her little uniform. 

He would marry her after graduation. His parents would buy them a house nearby and she would give him a couple of kids and no talkback. She’d keep the house real nice while he went to college and in a few years he’d be fucking govenor. The wheels were already in motion. This has all been arranged before middle school. 

So when Patrick told him he’d seen Chrissy talking to Eddie Munson of all people Jason told him he was tripping. Why would anyone want to speak to him? 

Eddie Munson was a piece of shit trouble maker. Third generation trailer trash. A juvenile delinquent. 

“I know what I saw, man. They were whispering together in the library just before first period. Chrissy near jumped into the air when she saw me.” 

“Chrissy wouldn’t talk to that freak.”

“Want help finding him, Jase? Give him a reminder of what a creep he is?”

“Nah man. I need to talk to Chrissy first. Maybe he was just bugging her.”

What the hell?

But when he reached the cafeteria at lunch Chrissy wasn’t sitting at their usual table. She didn’t have one of her private tutoring sessions either. He glanced over at the freak table and his eyes narrowed when he saw Eddie wasn’t there either. 

He stormed over and clapped one of the freshmen on the shoulder. Hard. 

“Where’s your asshole leader?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Shouldn’t he be here making a jackass out of himself like usual?”

The kid with floppy black hair said, “Look man, he’s not here. I don’t know where he is. We don’t want any trouble.” 

He asked around his table some more and eventually got wind of a clue. People wanted to help Jason (even if they needed a little encouragement sometimes).  A passing cheerleader overheard (Stacey something) and said they thought they saw Chrissy out by the football fields just a few minutes ago. She’d been heading out towards the forest. There was a meeting spot down that way, she added, and Eddie Munson sold weed there. 

Jason waved away Patrick’s offer of help and stormed over. He didn’t need back up to take on Eddie Munson. 

He’d beat the shit out of that creep if he was selling weed to Chrissy. Or even if he wasn’t. What if he’d lured Chrissy out here on some made up pretence and was now bothering her? Chrissy was sometimes way too trusting for her own good. 

I’ll save you, Chrissy.

He followed Stacey’s directions and crept through the woods. He’d never been out here before. He couldn’t see any damn bench. 

But then he heard voices. He heard Chrissy’s voice! She sounded weird. Breathless almost. 

He drew closer and peered through the trees. The scene before him made him pause. His insides turned to raging fire. 

Jason had told her once that “ Good girls like you don’t go near creeps like Eddie Munson .” She hadn’t asked him why. 

Chrissy was with Munson, alright. 

** 

Oh, this body high

Gives me sleepless nights

It's a million times what any drug could give

And my red eyes

They go twice as wide

It might look like pain but to me it's bliss

They were sitting at the old picnic bench. Or rather, Chrissy was sitting on the top of the picnic bench with her bare knees splayed wide. Her short green and white cheerleading skirt was hiked up so high that he could just about see the creamy skin of her ass. 

And Eddie the Freak was standing right in between her legs. 

Chrissy had her back to Jason so he could make out Munson’s arms wrapped around her waist. He was holding her so tightly the line of his leather jacket was pressed against Chrissy’s cheer sweater. At least she wasn’t wearing Jason’s God-damn letterman jacket today. He stared at the entwined couple in horror. 

Jason didn’t know why he remained hidden. Maybe he just wanted to hear for himself what the hell was going on. 

“Eddie…” she sighed in a voice he had never heard before. She never said his name like that. “We have to be more careful. Patrick almost saw us this morning.”

“Fuck Patrick. Fuck your boyfriend.” Munson’s voice was unrecognisable too. Low and raspy. 

“If they find out what we’re doing, they’ll hurt you. You know they will. We have to keep this a secret.”

“It’s hard, Chriss. You know how riled up I get when I see you. Especially when you’re in that cheerleading uniform. How’s a man supposed to focus in class when those lips of yours look so fucking delictable. Makes me just want to taste them.”

Jason watched as they began to kiss but it wasn’t anything like how he kissed Chrissy. Chrissy usually held still when they made out, but this Chrissy was kissing Munson like she couldn’t get enough of him. He could see the way she opened her mouth wide for him so he could slip in his tongue. 

Munson nipped at her neck and she giggled. “Eddie! You’re not listening to me.” 

Munson’s hands were roaming across her back and down to her hips. Chrissy reached down and took his hand, stilling it. 

“I’m listening, baby. We have to be more careful. No more little looks. No more notes. No way the school can find out that goodie two-shoes Chrissy Cunningham likes being fucked by the freak Eddie Munson.”

He rocked his hips up against her and she gasped at the impact. 

“Like that, baby?”

“Mmm. You know I do.”

“Say it then. Tell me how much you like it.”

Jason couldn’t see but he could guess from the look on Munson’s face she was pulling one of her cute little pouts. She raised her chin defiantly. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I know you like this too. I can feel how much you like it. You’re fucking rock hard for me.”

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. 

“If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“What are you going to do? Spank me? Pull my hair?”

Munson ceased his movements and though he kept hold of her, he drew his hips back a little to put some distance between them. 

Jason hated how Chrissy seemed to groan at that. 

“You love it when I spank you, Chriss. You always get so fucking wet from it. Remember a month ago at Reefer Rick’s where you came so beautifully on my cock? I couldn’t believe how wet you were. You made the most pretty noises, baby.”

“I remember Eddie.”

“Then what did we do?”

“I put your cock in my mouth and you went down on me at the same time.”

“You tasted so good, Chriss. Like strawberries and cream. You were gagging ‘round my cock, babe. You got it so far down that little throat.” 

Munson began tracing circles down her thighs. Chrissy was leaning into him brazenly, reaching again for contact with his body. 

Jason didn’t recognise this Chrissy at all. It was like she was one of those girls on porn tapes. He heard the gentle clink of metal as Chrissy began undoing the heavy belt. The noise of a zip being dragged down was almost obscene. 

“Oh Eddie, please. I want you now.”

“What? One look at my cock and you fall in line? Tell me what I want to hear.”

They kissed again and it was passionate and needy. Chrissy was almost shaking from want. 

“I love being fucked by Eddie Munson.”

“You missed this cock didn’t you, princess? Tell me how much you missed it,” Eddie said, his voice low and quiet. He traced her face with his fingers and tipped her chin up

“I missed it so much. I couldn’t even pay attention in class. All I could think about is how much I want you.”

“Good girl.”

Munson dragged down Chrissy’s underwear and shoved it in his back pocket. He once again wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close to him. His other arm snaked under her knee, pushing it back so he could get as deep as possible. 

Jason heard Chrissy hiss as Munson’s cock slid inside her. 

“Fuck, Eddie. You’re so big. You feel so big inside me.”

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch in.”

“It feels so good.”

Munson began rutting up into her and Chrissy dug her nails into his shoulders. She then twisted a hand up into his long curls which made Munson groan. 

“I know. It’s why you keep coming back. Fucking Carver won’t do this, will he? Wants to wait until he’s got that ring on your finger.”

“ Eddie …”

“But Carver won’t be able to do this, Chriss. It won’t feel like this.”

“No,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie. You fit inside me so good.”

“That’s it, Chriss.”

“Make me come Eddie. Make me scream.”

“Hold onto me, baby…I’ve got you.” 

 **

Jason couldn’t watch anymore. 

Fuck this. 

A big part of him wanted to charge over there and knock that disgusting smug look off Munson’s face. Wanted to wipe away that look of utter need from Chrissy’s. But he didn’t. He turned away and stormed off back towards the school. 

Fuck that freak. Fuck that slut. They were welcome to each other. 

He didn’t see Eddie’s gaze on his back. Or the winning smirk that played on his lips. 

Well, if it's unhealthy then I don't give a damn

'Cause even if it kills me, I'll always take your hand

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A/N: A/N: You know, writing for Jason ain't fun. He's an asshole but the actor who plays him is so nice in interviews. Ah well. Enjoy some Hellcheer fucking. Lyrics are from Unhealthy by Anne-Marie and Shania.

[sashi-ya]

𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ⋆˙⊹ basil hawkins x f! reader.

request: @miiuni-ikiata asked: Hiya Sashi!! May I request Hawkins for the Going Home prompt in your X-Mas Event for a fem reader with she/her pronouns? I hope you have a lovely month of December despite the chaos <3 | tw: mentions of death. tarot cards. fishermen au (Hawkins is a fisherman and reader her wife that waits for him on their humble home) idk why I thought it would fit for him, but it guess it has to do with his whole vibe. | wc: 1k | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly @owlham|

And even if he felt tired, he never ever forget the promise he made you a long time ago… “I’m always going home for the holidays, you will never be alone”

The sea during winter roars and hits the sides of his boat; being a fisherman during the last months of the year have to be one of the dangerous works ever done. And for that, your clothes have enough wrinkles as you squeeze them in your hands thinking of him.

The snow has turned into a big storm, and not fire is enough to appease the cold filtering through the cracks of your humble cabin.

The candles, and his tarot deck lay right in front of the window. You never dare to use them; you are scared. What if they reveal something you don’t wanna know? However, tonight feels different. Hawkins is always there by that time but tonight he isn’t… what happened to you, babe?

Like a moth to the light, you feel attracted to ask the cards about him. You have attended endless times those masses the day after a storm, you have seen wives become a fistful of tears as they presumably have lost their husbands at the sea…

“Dear cards, please tell me he is safe… please tell me he is coming home”

And you crunch and sit in front of the tiny wooden box under the window; with the sound of the howling wind as your only companion, you, a young lady, try to use their knowledge to divine your husband’s destiny.

Pulling one, and then two cards you place them on an old cloth with a moon embroidered in it. Pulling the first one, your eyes widen… “The Wheel of Fortune” you mumble, sure that whatever is coming towards your way is coming fast. “Hopefully it’s just the fact that he is coming back…” you whisper, scared to turn the last one around.

A lightning strikes the sea outside, the rumbling sound scares you and the ray of light blinds you for a second. Haste breathing and bumpy skin is what it’s left for you. That, and a crippling fear. Why must your poor heart suffer during Christmas eve?

You take a last look at the fear waves crushing against the shore a few meters from your house and without looking at the cards, you flip the last one.

Slowly, like the time your lips approached Hawkin’s lips for the first time, you take a brief look at the tiny cardboard oracle in your hand.

And it was enough for your heart to feel like it was falling from your chest into your stomach; the number 13 and the skeleton form holding and inverted scythe in his bony hands.

“My… Hawkins…” you mourn in silence, without thinking further about the proper meaning of the cards. You remembered him tying his blond hair up while trying to teach you everything about the cards. But you were too into his beautiful looks to hear him properly. And even if you are an intelligent woman, you ignored the fact you weren’t an expert like him.

You barely crawl to the bed where your bodies have tangled many times in pure love exchange and become a little ball of yourself. Grabbing tightly the cross he wore many times around his neck and that now you carry yourself the tears and the pain finally drift you to sleep…

“(Name)…? (Name)” his soft voice resonates in your head, and for some moments you smile, remembering his soft touch on your asleep body. But, without even opening your eyes the memory of what the cards have told you hits you.

“It must be wishful thinking to have you here…” you barely mumble, half asleep half drowned in the mourning pain of becoming the new widow next day.

“What’s wishful thinking? I’m home, (Name)… I’m sorry I took that long to come back… wake up, I brought you a gift for Christmas”

Would it be so bad to finally open your eyes and realized it has always been your imagination? Would it be so wrong to indulge in the last minutes of a dream in which your lover is here?

Your eyes slowly open, getting hit by the subtly warm light of a candle. In between blurry vision and irritated eyes from crying, you see the beautiful silhouette of a blond long-haired man. It certainly smells like the sea, and his hands are -surprisingly for a fisherman- soft and warm.

“HAWKINS?? BABE??? YOU ARE ALIVE!!” you scream, jumping off your foetal position. Your arms hug tightly around his frame, almost cutting the airflow from entering his lungs. You can’t believe he is right there, kneeling next to you in bed.

“(Name) yes- yes, It’s me! I’m sorry for taking so long” he expresses with difficulty but enjoys your warmth.

“I- It’s ok, love! I- I thought you were…” you mumble, pointing at the cards over the little table where you left them.

“Dead? Honey… that’s not the only meaning The Death holds. In fact, it’s the death of old patterns and bad stuff… and in fact, I bring with me a good new for you. I hope it’s enough to compensate for my late arrival” Hawkins says, smiling lovingly at how you got confused and scared by such a strong card.

You bite your lips and scratch your head, while he wipes your tears off your now smiling countenance. “Wh- what’s the good new?”

“I won’t be a fisherman any longer. Boss is too old to keep working at the fish market and he asked me to be the one to take care of the store… plus I will be able to read the fortune of our clients” he informs you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You widen your eyes in pure excitement; “that means you won’t be going to the sea?? That- that means I can be with you? And you- you be coming home every day?”

“Yes, love… I’m coming home every day from now on” 💖

[ihni]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

Rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

I was tagged by @writerwhowritesao3, @strangerqueerthings, @harringroveera and @dragonflylady77 (thank you guys! Sorry I'm so slow)

(And I'm going with "the first lines", plural, like @writerwhowritesao3 did, because it's more fun. For me.)

1. Taking Notes (Harringrove bodyswap, WIP - but finished, just gotta read through the chapters before posting)

When it happened, it happened out of the blue. One second, Steve was carrying a plate of lukewarm leftovers from the kitchen and into the living room – where he had planned to spend the rest of his Friday night lounging in front of the TV – and the next, he was lying on his back on a lumpy bed and staring up at the cracks in the ceiling. There might have been a brief flash of white, but if there was, it was gone instantaneously.

He blinked.

Cracks in the ceiling. Actually, cracks in an unfamiliar ceiling.

2. Tumblr ficlets (Harringrove so far, short one-shots)

The hospital room is surprisingly cozy, for a hospital room. The walls aren’t white, but a light green. There’s a small plant in a pot on the windowsill, and a pile of newspapers on the table by the wall. One of them is open on the crossword page. It’s only half done, a pencil lying on the page, forgotten, as if whoever tried to solve it gave up halfway through.

There’s a chequered blanket on the bed, and an unmoving man lying under it. He’s been there for a long time. The nurses haven’t mentioned the blanket, or the newspapers, or the plant. They know not to fight a dying man’s family on the little things that might bring them comfort.

And the man in the bed is dying.

Neil Hargrove is dying.

3. Patience (Billy-centric, Flo POV, oneshot)

Flo ran out of patience twenty years ago.

For eighteen of those years, she’s been working for Hawkins’ Police Department. People have come and gone during her time here, but she has remained, through thick and thin.

Besides Flo, Jim is the one who has been here the longest, with his five years. Calvin came in a year later, and Phil only started two years ago when his family moved to Hawkins from Montana.

This means that Flo has been here longer than the three of them combined, which gives her seniority. Sure, on paper they all outrank her, but in reality, she is the one who keeps things running around here and they wouldn’t dare cross her. They all know that Flo has no patience for bullshit.

4. Here we are (Mungrove, last part of a loose series)

Eddie never thought he’d end up here; in California of all places. While many of his classmates had often talked about going to live at the sunny coast, he’d never dreamed of going. Had never felt the need to see the ocean or frolic in the sun. Back when he used to plan his campaigns for game night, he always had his head in the clouds, but when it came to real life, he hadn’t ever dreamt that big. Sure, he’d entertained the thought of someday making it; becoming one of the great musicians of his time and get to travel the world … and yes, maybe California had been a part of that, vaguely. But he’d never actually thought he’d make it out of Indiana.

5. Where do we go from here (Mungrove, same series as above)

After coming back from Darktown, Billy can’t sleep. It’s a problem.

It’s not surprising, that he can’t sleep. He’s being kept in a lab he doesn’t know the whereabouts of, having samples taken with or without his consent, and having to submit to various testing on the daily. All of those are perfectly good reasons for a person not to be able to sleep. But Billy has slept a wall away from monsters, both the literal and the figurative kind. He’s slept next to certain death. The lab is not the reason why he can’t sleep.

No, the reason why he can’t sleep – and the reason why it’s a problem – is Eddie.

6. A piece of meaning on your skin (Harringrove, oneshot)

“This is stupid,” Steve said, because it was. It was monumentally stupid. “We shouldn’t be here. None of us really won the bet anyway so we shouldn’t have to do this!”

“Correction,” Billy said, not looking up from the folder he was leafing through. “Both of us were right, which means that both of us won the bet, which means that we’re both going to get our prize.” He held up a picture of a stylized snake that was wrapped around a sword. “What do you think of this one?”

Steve groaned. “I hate it. Billy, please. My mom will kill me.”

7. Love in the ER (Harringrove first meeting, oneshot)

It was a busy night in the Hawkins’ Memorial emergency room, which meant that the waiting room was almost full. Almost half of the people there had been guests at the Wellingtons’ wedding where they had been served bad shrimp (two of them had thought to bring their own puke buckets, and the rest took turns running to and from the only bathroom). Then there was an old couple, a drunk man with a nail through his hand (and the wife who kept berating him under her breath) a mother with a sleeping toddler and a sweaty eight-year-old, and four teenagers.

Robin, who was – unfortunately – one of these teenagers, could think of about eighty-four things she would rather be doing than accompanying her friend to the ER after having a reaction to his new allergy medicine.

“’obin?”

She rolled her eyes and tried to tell herself it wasn’t his fault. “Yes, dingus?”

“I wow yo.”

“I know."

8. Mr. Peterson next door (Harringrove, one-shot)

Billy was already waiting by the mailbox when the postman came. It was the third day in a row he was standing there, and today the mailman just raised his eyebrows as he handed Billy a small stack of envelopes. Billy didn’t do more than grunt in thanks before he started rifling through the letters. There were bills addressed to his dad, one letter that looked like an offer to start a magazine subscription for Susan – and nothing for Billy. As usual.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath and went inside to prepare for work. He was alone in the house – Neil and Susan had left for work already and since it was summer, Max was already out, hanging with her friends. Billy worked the late shift at the pool this week, which was why he had time to wait by the mailbox. And after that, by the phone.

At five to eleven, the phone rang, just like he knew it would.

9. Over the edge (Harringrove, oneshot, one of my own personal faves, I had so much fun with this! :D)

“This is going to be so awesome!”

Billy rolled his eyes from behind his aviators and glanced over into the backseat, where Lucas, Max and Dustin were seated, and where Dustin was visibly about to vibrate through his seatbelt in excitement.

“Chill, kid,” Billy said and put his boot up on the dash. “We’re literally going to spend a weekend in some cabins in the middle of nowhere. I don’t get what the fuck is going to be so awesome about that.”

“Feet off the dash,” Steve said, without taking his eyes off the dirt road they were on. Billy left his foot where it was for a couple of seconds, until Steve slapped at his knee and the car swerved a little. Billy reluctantly put his foot down.

The kids tittered excitedly in the back seat.

“What?” Billy growled.

“You don’t have to be such a grump!” Max said, rolling her eyes. “We’re here to have fun! Everyone else is looking forward to this!”

“Well, everyone else fucking chose to be here."

10. Sharing clothes (Harringrove, oneshot)

Neil Hargrove up and left his wife and his wife’s daughter four months after his son died in the mall fire. Three months before that, though, he emptied out his son’s room and got rid of his belongings.

Steve only found out about it because Max was upset and told the Party about it. She said that she had pilfered some things away but that Neil was hell-bent on clearing out Billy’s room and wouldn’t listen to her pleas. So they all rallied, and about an hour after Neil had put all of Billy’s things in boxes and donated them to Goodwill, they were there, sweet-talking the staff into letting them go through the new arrivals. Max got some of it back simply by looking tearful and explaining the situation to the lady behind the counter, and the rest of them chipped in (Steve, most of all) to pay for and salvage the rest.

They brought the boxes to Steve’s house – Max couldn’t very well bring back Billy’s things to the house on Cherry Lane, and Steve had the space to store them.

He put them along the wall in the guest bedroom that no one ever slept in, and tried to forget about them.

~~~

Now, when that's over and done with, I'm tagging ... (and listen, I don't care if you've done this before; if you have, then pick the NEXT ten on your list, or do a random quote from your fics instead of the first couple of lines, I don't care!): @lazybakerart @mikajupiterjonesingtimcurryfeet @platypanthewriter @callieb @billyharringson (I know for SURE you've done this before, but eh, you have lots of fics to choose from!), @bentnotbroken1fanfiction @peaceheather @missroserose @mourntheantagonist and @keziahrainalso - and also if you got this far and I didn't tag you, consider yourself tagged! I've officially tagged you. I wanna see what you've done. Show me.

[steviewashere]

Decorate My Silence While I Figure Out How to Breathe by steviewashere AO3 Link

Okay. AO3 is back online. We've survived. Before I get into this piece I uploaded several hours before the great AO3 takedown, I do have some stuff to say. If you're in America, please call your local political offices and say that you are against KOSA (please look into all of this because I don't want to overwhelm this post with that info); but if this gets passed, AO3 and several other websites with queer and explicit content will be wiped. So let's think about that now that AO3 is back. Anyway.

This piece that I'm uploading today means so much to me. And I'm devastated that I couldn't share it before. But this one is an angst, hurt/comfort with a hopeful ending. 10k words, oneshot. In this, Steve is depressed (though he doesn't realize it), and Eddie comes to help him out. That's about the whole premise, but please read the trigger warnings and summary before going to the full fic, please. Summary is below, enjoy the read <3

TW: Suicidal thoughts, Depression, Referenced suicide of a minor character (Eddie's mom), Self-harm without realizing what it is, and Self-hatred

"It's late and Steve is tired. Stuck in a dredge as sticky and lukewarm as the beer in his hand. The silver spoon he ate from as a kid is digging into his sternum; melon-balling his cigarette stained lungs and beaten, but broken heart, ladling his blood like pasta sauce, and pouring it across the world for all of Hawkins to see. For the demogorgons to taste. For the people he calls his friends to stumble upon, gag over because it's the essence of Steve Harrington spattered across the poolside, and scrub at like taping over a wedding video.

He aches and sizzles. Burns and shrivels. Drinks and drowns."

OR Steve is depressed, Eddie checks on him

OR Wanted to be gut wrenching for some reason, so here you go

Take care of yourselves!

[writer-in-theory]

Billy Hargrove Bingo 2022

Prompts: "You can stay at my place." Reunion Flinching Pillow Fight Breakfast Club AU Jim Hopper as Billy's Dad Hidden Injuries Secretly Royal

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A1 — Swiping Right (9.3k)

Prompt: "You can stay at my place" Summary: Steve helps his roommate, Robin, land a Tinder date and maybe finds some romance of his own along the way. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove // Robin Buckley x Heather Holloway Rating: M Type: Oneshot

A2 — California Dreamin' (10.7k) 18+ ONLY

Prompt: Reunion Summary: When Steve finally goes on his cross-country trip, he never imagined he'd find an old ghost from Hawkins. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: E Type: Oneshot

A3 — Planting a Memory Garden (1.9k)

Prompt: Flinching Summary: All couples eventually have their first argument. Steve never expected it to go like this. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: T Type: Oneshot

B1 — Everywhere You Look (There's A Heart) (Coming Soon)

Prompt: Pillow Fight Summary: Billy never thought he'd be a single father, but he knows he wouldn't give his daughters up for anything. Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove & Daughter!OC Rating: T Type: Multichapter

B2 — The Best Thing (That's Ever Been Mine) (4k)

Prompt: Free Space Summary: When Steve and Billy run away from Hawkins together, they find out the story doesn't end at happily ever after. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: M Type: Oneshot

B3 — Don't You (Forget About Me) (Coming Soon)

Prompt: Breakfast Club AU Summary: Five people who’ve never had a reason to interact much before now have detention together. What could go wrong? Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley Rating: T Type: Oneshot

C1— Piece by Piece (3.3k)

Prompt: Jim Hopper as Billy's Dad Summary: When Max calls for Hopper’s help one night, everything changes. Pairing: Platonic Billy Hargrove & Jim Hopper, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: T Type: Oneshot

C2 — All This and Heaven Too (6.2k)

Prompt: Hidden Injuries Summary: When Billy is forced into a contract with the devil after becoming a Victor of the Hunger Games, Steve is there, always. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: M Type: Oneshot

C3 — One and the Same (Coming Soon)

Prompt: Secretly Royal Summary: Eddie Munson's life is turned upside down when his Uncle Wayne brings Prince William Hargrove to their home in Hawkins, Indiana as part of the Prince Protection Program. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Billy Hargrove Rating: T Type: Oneshot

[piastrinorris]

first off, congratulations on your milestone. I'm so happy for you, and I'm obsessed with this carnival theme!

I'll take a hall of mirrors please🪞💕 - I am the literal worst at talking about myself, but hopefully I paint a good enough picture of myself for this.

I work in a library where I design book displays, trivia games, and escape rooms, and I run a DnD club where I am the DM but I'm still learning so I'm kinda terrible at it lol

I'm a big musical theater nerd, a reader and writer (duh lol), and a book hoarder. Sometimes, I act in plays and musicals, but I also have horrible stage fright, hate being the center of attention, and can't easily speak in front of large groups of people to save my life. I am aware it makes no sense. I'm also big on all forms of sewing type crafts (cross stitch, embroidery, crochet, plushie making, etc). I just really like keeping my hands busy.

I am the kind of person who loves discovering new media, but when I find something that I really enjoy, I will watch the same movie over and over again, listen to the same album on repeat for months at a time, rewatch the same shows again because I like what I like.

My favorite piece of clothing is this very flowy black dress patterned with sunflowers, and it makes me feel beautiful. I have a mood ring that I wear every day that I will admit I only started wearing because it looked like one of Eddie's rings, but now I feel naked if I forget to put it on before I leave the house.

I'm unintentionally loud, a fierce protector of my friends, and a hopeless romantic.

Please take this info dump of probably unhelpful information and put my dumb ass into the narrative lol

not me reading all this intensely as if i don't already know all of this about you lmfao though you missed out the bit where that dress is also eduardo's favourite 😉

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

okay so, not to just copy and paste one thing about you into it lol, but i do think you'd work at the hawkins library, too. eddie had practically begged you to take it once you both graduate, anyway, since he can't exactly keep running sessions from the school now he's left, and it's not like people use that conference room in the back, you could just let him keep his throne there, right?

you'd always wished you could have been more than just a sub for hellfire stuff, you always had fun playing with the party and they were forever inviting your character to join bonus oneshots, but theater always took up too much of your time to commit to d&d full-time. the only downside to getting the library job is that now that consumes all your time, so you still never really get to join any campaigns. eddie'll still visit between sessions to plan, though, and he's forever bending your ear for inspiration.

once eddie gets a job, he doesn't have time to get to the school in time, pick up the kids AND get to the library quick enough to get a good session in. so he relies on his ol' pal steve to play chauffeur so he can meet his party there. steve doesn't even question that there's another person in his car every week that he's never met, let alone spoken to. he hears the name gareth get thrown around, but he assumes that's part of the game, he doesn't believe that name really exists.

steve doesn't know what to do with himself while they play, and since you're the only one within 30 years of his age range, he pretty much hangs off of you. he's useful to keep around, though; he can carry way more than you, he's happy to fetch you stuff, and he can reach up to put things on higher shelves with ease - in fact, after seeing the makeshift way you pile things up to reach those shelves, he insists. As payment for being your little assistant, you'll make him little thank-you gifts - a woven bracelet here, an ewok plushie there. but, since his love language is acts of service, he always retaliates by trying to do even more while he's at work. meaning you feel more obligated to make him stuff to show your appreciation for all this extra effort. which makes him believe he's gotta do more to earn all those extra gifts. he gets the message eventually, though.

[butterfluffy]

“my strange addiction”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· hawkins had always loved his precious cards, being addicted to them. and he ought to follow and pursue whatever they say on his fate—including you.

⠀⠀➧ unlabeled | yandere!b. hawkins × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, (slight) violence, and death (of a minor character.) get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “my strange addiction,” which is a writing special i made to celebrate this account reaching 500+ followers.

[ special mention/tag to @magician-enthusiast for helping me out into constructing this magician to be a yandere! ]

by continuing, you consent into reading this oneshot fanfic which contains yandere themes, violence, and death. if uncomfortable with these topics, please don't read this fic. also, don't go blaming me, i gave you a warning.

Hawkins had always loved, or move like obsessed over the concept of fate, reading out how things would turn out for his, or someone else's fate.

By that someone, he means you—the person who's fate he always reads, just wanting to know everything about you.

He's obsessed, and he's aware. He couldn't help it, so don't blame him...

“..Chances of me having an interaction with Y/n are high.” Hawkins muttered, eyes averting to your figure across the room, pale lips curving into a faint smile.

“Fate seems to be in my favor today.” He remarked, shuffling the deck and going on to see what fate has in store again..

“Mhm..” The blond hums, narrowing his eyes at you before he had it move at the person beside you who is looking at you way too much for his liking.

He hates it.

No one else should be allowed to stare at you for so long, other than him.

So clicking his tongue, Hawkins took a deep breath before he took his sword out, standing up, and walking towards you with his usual blank expression.

“Y/n, you know, my day is quite lovely so far.” He stated, not batting his eye away from yours as he spoke, sword still in hand.

“O..Oh? Is that so, Hawkins? Then, that's great..! What's with the sword though?” You mumbled, pointing the sword that inched close to your neck, causing you to swallow thickly.

“Ah, fear not. I will not harm you,” Assured the man, setting his sword over your shoulder, huffing, “this sword will not be used to harm you anyway.”

“..For it will be used to end this person's life.” He continued nonchalantly before he swung his weapon, slashing, and killing the innocent person beside you—the person who he caught staring at you, his obsession.

“H-Hawkins! You.. You killed them! Why did you do that!? They didn't even do anything wrong, did they...!?” You exclaim in horror, body stiffening upon seeing them drop dead on the floor, bleeding, as Hawkins simply exhaled.

“Did they do anything wrong? Yes, yes they did. And it is the crime of bringing me annoyance.” He partly admits, wiping the blood off his sword before sheathing it, a poker face on.

“And before you get mad or whatever, their fate was already sealed, Y/n. The cards told me so just a few minutes ago, and I saw the shadow of death loom upon them.” The magician shrugged, putting his cards up while you gasped, mouth agape, not having any words to say to this blond.

“That's.. I—you, you killed someone, Hawkins, just because you were annoyed? And please, don't go following your cards the whole time, they're not always correct—!” “Shh.”

Hushing you with a glare, Hawkins gave you the cards he had set up. “The fate these cards foretell are absolute, Y/n. So don't you question them..”

“Now, why don't you pick a card and see what fate will give you? I do hope it's something positive... Unlike with this unfortunate soul.” He says, glancing down the dead body with you two for a moment as you you irked.

“I am not playing your stupid game right now, Hawkins!” About to stomp away from the male, you were immediately stopped by his straws that tied you up, dragging you back to Hawkins who stared you down.

“Pick. A. Card.” He demands, his ice-cold eerie glare sending shivers down your spine—forcing you to obey what he had ordered you to do.

Pointing at a random card immediately, you gulped. Mind going crazy by the train of thoughts in your head.

“Mhm, you pick this, huh? Excellent choice.” Hawkins praised, a smile forming on his face as he took the card you had picked.

“Fate really is on my side. Now I'm sure that the rest of my day will go well.” He chuckles, revealing the card you took which is—

The Lovers.

“Would you look at that, Y/n. Fate wants us to be together, so, let's make it happen, mhm?” The blond hums, using the card to lift your chin up, making you look at his somewhat pleased self.

“Hawkins.. Stop this fate nonsense!” Pushing him away, you then once again tried to escape him, tried. And once again stopped by his straws.

“Fate isn't nonsense, and I told you, Y/n—fate is absolute, so you won't escape me..!” Hawkins exclaimed, holding your wrists tight as he spoke, making sure that his wisdom will be etched into your being, and also making sure that you will never be able to escape him..

© butterfluffy 2022

[doublebird]

Hey there! Good day/evening! I hope it's alright if I request something again! How about Ace and Law with an S/O that they catch singing, even though they're too shy to do so next to other people? How would the boys react to that sort of situation? Would they embarrass them even further or will they keep it a secret? ^^ Thank you if you decide to do this request!

And I also wanted to thank you again for the Hawkins oneshot! I don't know if you read my tags, since that's usually where I show my gratitude, but seriously! You have no idea how happy it made me! Especially since I've been wanting to be witchcraft buddies with him ever since I saw him do tarot readings! :D

Helloo :3

I will do your next request tomorrow ^^

I really like your ideas, they're not boring at all!

Thank you for the requests and compliments :3 I read your tags and I'm crying again, you're too nice😭❤️

Funny thing, I loved Hawkins too from the first time I saw him! He's really underrated in my opinion and everyone of my friends doesn't like him 🙃 It's great to know that atleast some other people love him ^^