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BUCKINGHAM || PHTHALO GREEN || for @st-rarepair-roulette đ
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It's time to reveal my entry for the Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette event! It's pure Tigerfreak brainrot, it's titled "Unscripted" (unless I change my mind...), and you can find it on ao3. Also, it's totally un-betaed, so there's a chance of typos etc. đ€·ââïž
Rated E for SMUT!
22889 words
Pairing: Jason Carver/Eddie Munson
Characters: Eddie Munson, Jason Carver, Wayne Munson, Gareth, Billy Hargrove
Tags (the important ones): Alternate Universe - No Upside Down; Broken Bones; enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers; Recreational Drug Use; Catholic Jason Carver; Jason Carver Has a Crush on Eddie Munson; Eddie Munson is a walking disaster; Eddie Munson will not win a gold medal for being a good person; Manipulation; Homophobia & Internalized Homophobia; Angst; Smut; Bad BDSM Etiquette; Religious Imagery & Symbolism; Background Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Summary: When Eddie gets woken up way too early on a Saturday morning by Jason Carver, he has no idea how selling some painkillers to the Catholic prick will derail their lives.
What more can I say except that it's my first time writing these two, so I hope the end result is god. Have fun and heed the (many) tags in the actual work!
Finally, thanks to @st-rarepair-roulette for creating this event and giving me an excuse to write this story! :3
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Joined the @st-rarepair-roulette and did a munver piece ! đ€§
#excuse any mistake that's in this my laptop is broken so i can't fix anything properly </3#please appreciate the rosary i did the beads individually#demon!eddie munson#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#priest!jason carver#jason carver#jason stranger things#munver#tigerfreak#strr2024#stranger things#my art
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Centerfold
Jonathan x Chrissy
Rated M for @st-rarepair-roulette
Jonathan was actually pretty proud of himself. You would think that shaking like a leaf from head to toe would have affected his ability to take photos, but it turned out that it wasnât the case.
There was always a celebratory air when they finally got the centerfold. Really it was just an excuse for a party, as if they didnât do this every month. He could hear Hef congratulating the makeup artist and kind of hitting on her. Same old same old, and it got old really fast. People thought it was exciting shooting for playboy but really it was just a job at a certain point.
âWe didnât get a chance to talk.â
He froze halfway through putting his camera into his bag. He would recognize that lilting voice anywhere, just like he recognized the set off her shoulder, the strawberry tone of her hair. He thought about suggesting a cheerleader outfit halfway through, but he wasnât sure he could handle that.
He turned, âHey Chrissy. Long time.â
âIâd say no see but,â She blushed prettily, her fluffy bathrobe falling down a little as she shrugged, âI think you saw a lot of me.â
His mouth felt dry, and he made a sound halfway through a laugh and a whimper.
âYou look good,â She said softly.
âSo do⊠ah⊠you,â He choked.
âYou talk to anyone from Hawkins?â
Heâd forgotten about the rest of Hawkins. Heâd forgotten his last name.
Everyone in Hawkins was a little bit in love with Chrissy Cunningham. Jonathan even remembered Nancy talking about her once upon a time, how pretty she was, how nice⊠he kind of wondered what Nancy would say if she knew Chrissy Cunningham was Miss December 1988 and Jonathan had seen herâŠ.
âJonathan?â
âAh⊠yeah. Sorry. Uh⊠what did you say?â
âI asked if you ever talk to anyone from Hawkins.â
âNot really,â He shrugged, âI mean besides my mom of course.â
âI love your mom,â Chrissy beamed, âShe was always so nice.â
Jonathan looked down at his shoes, glancing around. The room had emptied out, just a few of the lighting guys cleaning up, laughing with each other.
âSo when did you move out to California,â He mumbled.
âBasically as soon as I graduated,â She said. âThe whole town went downhill after you left.â
He looked up, getting a little blinded by her big blue eyes.
âWhy donât we talk about it more⊠over dinner? Iâll wear clothes and everything,â She smiled, and the nostalgia hit him like a sucker punch. Nostalgia smelled like obsession by Calvin Klein and whatever Chrissy Cunningham magic made her always smell clean and fresh. It looked like strawberry blonde hair draped over the back of a homeroom chair and a slightly gapped tooth smile.
She couldnât mean anything by it. I mean, she was Miss December 1988, and he was still creepy Jonathan Byers.
âAnd maybe after,â She shrugged, letting the bathrobe slip down on her pale creamy shoulder, âI could take them off for you in private.â
He didnât quite have enough words in his throat to respond, but she seemed to catch his meaning enough, grinning and telling him to wait for her. He left the shoot with his hand around her waist, fingers curling into the soft fuzz of her sweater.
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For ST Rarepair Roulette đ @st-rarepair-roulette
Word Count: ~5,000
Ships: Billy Hargrove x Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway x Jason Carver.
Warnings: Implied/referenced child abuse, lots of arguing and misunderstandings, very mild references to sexual content.
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âNo. Nope. I donât believe that for one second.â
Gossip. Thatâs all it is. Heather and Chrissy laying on the formerâs bed, legs up against the wall, long hair dangling over the opposite edge of the bed, exchanging silly gossip.
Never the mean kind, Chrissy wonât allow that, itâs mostly their respective crushes and fascinations from school they talk about.
Or specifically, lately how much Heather doesnât like Chrissyâs taste in boys. Or anybody, for that matter. In her heart of hearts, she knows Heather is just protective.
Still, Chrissy tosses a little stuffed fuzzball of an animal at her friend for that comment, âHetty! Rude!â
âLook Iâm sorry, I just canât believe that Hargrove has like, actual feelings. I donât trust him.â Heather elaborates, through her laughter.
See, sheâd say the same every time, they both know that. What matters is whether Chrissy is bold enough to go through with it. She never has been so far. Itâs one thing to have a crush, but to have someone openly pining back, thatâs something more rare.
An opportunity Chrissy wouldnât like to lose just to please her best friend.
Sheâll try to win her over, âOne date wonât be bad.â
But Heather will make excuse after excuse, âEvery girl says that before the worst night of her life.â
Chrissy rolls onto her front, sighing so heavily the weight of Heatherâs mattress lifts up, like sheâs turned to the most stressed little helium balloon and floated away. Maybe she did, off into her imagination, taking her common sense with her.
Maybe sheâll entertain Heatherâs concerns, but only if theyâre productive, âWell how did you know Jason was being genuine?â
Heather's boyfriend. Track and basketball star, high class social asshole. Chrissys has never been a fan, to be entirely honest. Her earliest memories of Jason Carver were of him shoving over smaller kids in their church group and treating every recess game as pro-level sports. She still doesnât see what Heather finds so charming about him.
She hopes maybe heâd changed, assumes heâd have had to to win over a critical heart like the one guarded in Heatherâs chest.
Oh but Heather gives no such benefit of the doubt to anybody else, âI /donât/ know it. But /my/ boyfriend doesnât run over innocent children in his free time.. or whatever the hell it is Billy Hargrove gets up to.â
Chrissy has to laugh at that, it's so absurd, âOh- He does not! Billyâs /nice./â
âProve it.â Heather challenges, popping a gum bubble between her teeth to assert her seriousness.
âHetty.â Chrissy warns, uninterested in playing that game.
Her friend isnât having it. Heather rolls her brown eyes with so much force she literally rolls over on the bed, sprawling out over top of Chrissy like a beloved golden retriever with no respect for sharing space. Itâs always been comfortable with her, coexisting without regard to self consciousness and mothers opinions and Godly image. Probably why she lets Heather get away with being a little catty sometimes.
Like now, as she claims, âOh come on. Make it a game, have some fun, but show me heâs genuine. Or else Iâm kicking his ass.â
âFine.â Chrissy wants to be stern, but she cracks a little smile, her real, bright one, âIf I'm supposed to threaten to kick Jasonâs butt, I donât think Iâd be able to.â
Heather hums in thought before presenting a solution, âIâll do the âdefending of our honorâ if you help me test Jay back.â
âPinky promise youâll be nicer to Billy once we get proof?â
âThatâs /if/ we get proof, but you have my word.â
The deal is sealed. They lock pinky fingers, one soft pink nailed and one a flaming red shade. In the ten years theyâd been friends since Heather joined their class in 1st grade, not a single pinky promise between them has been broken. It just isnât done.
Admittedly, thatâs a lot of pressure. Talking about cute boys doesnât feel as fun anymore.
Chrissyâs fluttery feelings start to set in, fidgeting with her hands to hope to drive them off. If she had her bracelets on, sheâd shake them and enjoy the way they ring from the hard plastics and metals banging together, but itâs late, sheâs in her pjs without jewelry. She picks her nails instead.
Redirecting, Heather hands her a stuffed Winnie the Pooh, and asks a question she knows will catch her off guard, âSoooo. What are you gonna do?â
âHetty, I havenât had time to think!â Chrissy complains, squishing poor Pooh between her hands, choosing to abuse the stuffed toy with her anxiety instead of her own skin.
âOh come on. What do boys care about? Cars, sex, and sports. Pick one and heâll show his true colors.â Heather says it likes itâs all just so easy, and she already knows it all.
Chrissy isnât as sure. She considers her options,
âUm, sports sounds the least dangerous.. maybe?â
âUntil he tackles your little ass.â Heather points out.
Thereâs a moment where they both sort of stop moving. They both know what Heather is about to do, but Chrissy's defenses are useless to stop it. She scrunches her body up as tiny as can be, but Heather has pounced, poking her sides gently where she knows her friend is ticklish.
Chrissy used to get all self conscious when Heather would do things like that. Not just touching her skin, so close to where she feels her strongest insecurities, but even jokes, little digs that had nothing to do with Chrissyâs appearance would get her down.
They have Billy to thank for the change. Dating or not, William Hargrove isnât one to hide his affections. Everyone knows heâs had a thing for Chrissy for a while. Itâs deciphering whether heâs chasing tail, or chasing the sweet girl heâd shown enough interest in to replenish her view of herself, hung around and flirted and laughed with so freely it healed a part of her broken heart.
She thinks maybe repaying him a little would increase the chances of getting the ball rolling, and getting Heatherâs trust. âWhat if I cheer special for him during one of his games?â
âUh, no!â Heather shakes her head, rolled curls bouncing in their pillow curlers back and forth, âThat just makes /you/ public about it. And he can spin that if heâs being an ass for real.â
âBut I donât think-â Chrissy starts to argue, brow knotted.
Heather holds one of her hands, showing she is doing this because she cares, even if sheâs being a little harsh, âHoney, I know Iâm a cynical bitch, but I donât want to see you hurt. Save yourself the embarrassment.â
âI donât- Heather, itâs not embarrassing to be in love!â
A gasp, slow realization dawning. âYouâre right. Oh my god, Chrissy youâre so right!!â
Heather kicks her legs with glee, fuzzy slippers going flying. Right out of a movie, she squeals with delight, infecting Chrissy too with her sudden joy.
Chrissy giggles, going along with it, âI am?â
âUh, yes! Itâs perfect!â Heather scoots closer until theyâre shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the ceiling together. She talks with her hands, like sheâs painting the picture for her. âDonât /cheer/ his name. /Wear/ it.â
Only, Chrissy doesnât think she gets it, â...How?â
âHis varsity jacket! If a boy gives you his varsity jacket, itâs serious business. They protect those damn things like a firstborn daughter. If you can get Billy to give you his jacket, you might as well be hitched!â Heather explains, a ball of enthusiasm.
Chrissy knows her longing heart starts racing, probably obvious to Heather too this close together, âYou actually think that would work?â
Heather flips up so sheâs sitting, burning some of her energy in her dramatic motions, âDuh! You show up to a game repping his varsity, baby, that deal is sealed. Iâm talking a proposal at the end-zone. A wedding between quarters. Iâm talkinâ baby-making under the bleachers-â
Chrissy, face as hot pink as her pj tank top, interrupts all that, âOkay! Okay. Thatâs⊠I get it.â
âDo I make you blush, fair lady?â Heather drawls, in an impression of a boy, eyebrow arched, chest puffed out, lips curled, her voiced dropped ridiculously deep-
Chrissy covers her face, trying desperately not to laugh at the ridiculous attempt, âHeatherrr!!â
Heather clutches her chest like sheâs wounded, taking on a sort of accent almost from how badly sheâs doing her impression, âAh! My apologies, maiden. How ungentlemanly of me.â
âNobody talks like that! /Billy/ doesnât talk like that!!â Chrissy argues, though she giggles at the unseriousness of it all. So it took a while, but Heather always does know how to make her feel better.
They drop the boy talk for a while, choosing to sneak downstairs and grab some snacks at two in the morning once Heatherâs parents were definitely asleep, coming back up with a strange homemade trail mix. Dark chocolate chips, raisins, pretzels, almonds and strawberries. Certainly nothing outside of Chrissyâs comfort zone, careful not to push the limits of her recovery, though itâll probably give them both a stomachache in a few hours regardless.
Leaned against some bean bag chairs right under the open window, enjoying the birdsong and cricket chirps, they share their homemade creation, and better, more smiles and lighthearted stories. Like they used to, before highschool drama and all.
Nearing 4, Heather turns to her, uncharacteristically dead serious, and declares, âI hope he makes you this happy.â
The realness inspires Chrissy to do the prying now, switching roles, hoping her friend will open up to her in kind, âDoes Jason make you happy?â
â/Jason/ does. Our parents practically arranging for us to be married from the time we were newborns, hm not so much.â Heather sighs, drawing her knees in. She doesnât quite shut down, itâs more for comfort, self assurance, which Chrissy understands. She gives her space to collect her thoughts.
âHeâs my guy best friend. And I love him. In more than the best friend way. Itâd be stupid not to end up together. But god thereâs so much pressure!â
âI think you should do the jacket thing too.â Chrissy offers carefully, âIâm doing it to prove /my/ date isnât a one-hit creep. You can do it just to remind yourself why you love your boy. And that he loves you. âCause I know he does, Heather. But I know youâre afraid he doesnât.â
Heather has tears in her eyes and a sad smile when she looks at Chrissy, âWhat is with you quiet girls and secretly being psychics?â
Oh how Chrissy wished she truly were a psychic.
At the beginning, she wasnât nervous at all. Her and Heather bullshitted all the time, it wasnât anything serious. But theyâre all four on a date, wandering downtown around the various second hand stores, a typical stop for one couple, and the complete opposite for the others.
Seemed as good a time as any to go through with their silly plan, it wasnât like it would hurt anything. Except sheâd tried all kinds of things to get Billy to give her his jacket, and so far, none of them worked even a little! Not browsing through a selection of jackets at the stores, not shivering dramatically, not clinging to his side either.
Chrissy felt a chip in her little heart every time, feeling like maybe Heather was right. All over a jacket. Sheâd have her heart broken for a little bit of wool and leather.
With her boyfriend's name on it. Her boyfriend who actually holds her hand, and tells her sheâs pretty, and doesnât creep his hands under his skirt constantly.
She doesnât know if she could get over losing that.
Her gait down the strip is admittedly less spirited, lingering behind Heather and Jay, but Billy never leaves her behind. He engages her in conversation too, hair blowing all over the place around his face, âHow the fuck do you go outside in this shit?â
Chrissy looks at him, wearing an amused little smile, âLike, ever?â
âYeah /ever/, Princess.â Billy sarcastically, but lightheartedly bumps her shoulder lightly with his arm, âJesus, I should take you to California. Gonna miss winters without tiny fucking knives falling from the sky.â
Heather doesnât lose track of that comment for a minute. Excited for Chrissy, she tries to plant the seed for their plan,
âWhatâs the matter, Billy? You too cold?â
âHell no. But Iâm not a chick the size of a baby deer.â Billy remarks, taking the bait perfectly well, rubbing Chrissyâs arms and feeling how cold she is, âShit, youâre fucking frozen, Chris. Here.â
And without even thinking he peels off his varsity jacket and starts to hand it over.
Used to the cold, and despite her excitement wanting to make sure Billy doesnât get uncomfortable, Chrissy protests, âNo, no, no. Keep it. I canât let your California sunshine freeze over.â
Billy disregards that, slinging it over her shoulders anyways, âYeah, well Iâm not letting all the fuckinâ little pixies that fly around your head freeze to death either.â
Jason scoffs at him, turning around to walk backwards with the group, teasing, âDude, what does that even mean?â
Without even looking Heather flicks his ear, getting his attention back, âJust because you donât understand romance doesnât mean nobody can.â
He looks at her like a kicked puppy, but Jason is nothing if not stubborn, âPixies? Sunshine? What happened to- beautiful and charming and butterflies in the stomach?â
âI donât know, Jason. Maybe you should fall in love again and find out.â
âWho would I fall in love with? Nobody can beat you, Holloway.â
Heather rolls her eyes, flicking her hair like an agitated horse would itâs tail, âAh, see you almost got a couple points there. Almost. Youâre in the negatives though for using my last name.â
He tries to recover it suavely, âI could call you Carver instead?â
But that isnât Heather's way. She counters intensely, âNo. Iâm not being a child bride, thank you very much. Besides, who says Iâm taking your name? Maybe I could call you Holloway.â
âThe.. I- Okay.â Jason just sputters, turning pink up to his ears.
Behind them, still lingering a good ways back, Chrissy hums, warm and cozy in her boyfriendâs jacket, âWhat are they even arguing about?â
Billy laughs about that, shrugs his shoulders, âHell if I know. They lost me a long time ago.â
âItâs funny. Heather didnât think you were good for me, but she fights with Jason all the time.â Chrissy informs him.
Billy stops dead in his tracks. Gently uses his hold on Chrissy's hand to spin her around to face him as he fell behind,
âHold on. Take a step back. Heather thinks /what/ about me?â
Chrissyâs nerves spike so quickly she gets a little dizzy, âPlease don't take it personally. I want my two favorite people to like each other. Please.â
Her beau steadies her, instead of freaking out, âNo problem. I just find it.. fuckinâ weird.â
âItâs because of the way you drive. And smoke. And act. She thinks itâs bad for me.â Chrissy blurts, knowing itâs unkind but needing him to believe that she had no part in it.
He doesnât seem too phased by having Heatherâs disapproval, apparently learning faster than most people do, âBig fucking deal. At least you know I love you, right?â
âMhm.â Chrissy nods her assurance, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Billyâs cheek and seal the promise.
âRight. Tell her sheâs the one making Jason cry his damn eyes out the second he gets tipsy on a sip of anything stronger than a fuckinâ soda pop. Iâm tellinâ you, Holloway has ripped out his heart and shoved it up his own pansy ass.â Billy sounds bitter, but not overly mean.
Itâs something heâs thought about before. Good to know the gossip street goes both ways.
Itâs why Chrissy doesnât feel too bad telling Billy now, âShe doesnât mean to. I think sheâs scared.â
âSacred of Carver?âŠ. He hurt her?â His voice drops, as angry and mean as Heather warned her about.
They donât talk much about serious things, serious isnât their kind of fun, but Chrissy knows about Billyâs life at home. About the type of man Billy couldâve been destined to be.
She rushes to make sure he doesnât turn on his own friend for thinking Jason was the same way, âOh no! No, not at all. Never. Itâs her mom and her daddy. They sort of forced her to date Jason. She wasnât ready. I think sheâs ready now and doesnât want to admit it. âCause that would be like taking their orders.â
âFuckinâ parents.â Billy eventually grumbles, not knowing what else to say.
It seems to be a common theme in their group. A bonding experience for all four of them, whether or not theyâre open about it.
Chrissy doesnât really feel like talking about that stuff anymore, sort of just mumbling, âYeah.â
Because Billy is perfect, and none of the things Heather says at all, and the actual bullies in their lives makes her want to just hide. Billy notices the drop in her mood, and silently slings an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side as they walk. Keeping her close. Safe.
Maybe someday things will work out beyond Hawkins. They have to. Winning the jacket was a silly, small victory, but it was a step.
Now Chrissy just wants, more than anything, her friends to be happy.
She holds onto Billyâs hand a little tighter.
The next time Heather and Jason get together, itâs for a study date at the end of that week. With Heather being a year above, the only class they have in common is the Biology two class Heather failed last year. Thereâs coloring sheets of bones and cells to be completed, so itâs not like they need each otherâs help, but sitting on Heatherâs bed coloring with colored pencils didnât seem like a bad deal either way.
At some point, surrounded by all the color, Heather realizes something,
âHoney. Weâre going shopping this weekend.â
Jason barely looks up from his work, focused on being neat close to the lines, âFor?â
âClothes. Youâve worn three white polos this week. Iâm bringing some color into your life.â Heather pokes him with the flat end of the white pencil for emphasis.
Jason blinks, caught off his guard, âI wear green sometimes.â
âSchool colors donât count. Yellow either.â
âI think I have, maybe, /one/ blue shirt.â
Heather digs in the pile for a turquoise-ish pencil, âBlue! Blueâs.. good! Thatâs definitely on Godâs rainbow. Maybe a nice pair of blue jeans too, for once-â
Thatâs where Jason cuts it off. Because thatâs where Heather went from playfully sharp to flat-out insulting, âHeather, please.â
She stays on the defensive, âIâm just saying. Thereâs nothing wrong with branching out from your choir boy uniform. Thatâs all.â
Sometimes itâs like she thinks if she pokes a bruise enough, itâll make her seem like sheâs strong enough to cause them. Like sheâs all in charge and nothing can stop her.
Jason doesnât want to stop her, he just wants her basic respect, âSo what do you suggest?â
Not even sarcastic, just genuinely enthusiastic to share, Heather starts, âPastels! Your hair is way too strawberry to be a dark dresser. Unless you go with emeralds, no more tacky green. Ooh, or even if you grow it out some! You know, actually-â
Jason runs his fingers over his neatly parted hair, protecting it, not hiding the concerned squeak to his voice, âNo thank you, I happen to like my hair short.â
âAgain, baby. Boring.â Heather just rolls her eyes, once again. Sometimes itâs like thatâs all she knows how to do.
It stings.
âLook, if nothing I do is ever going to be good enough-â
Heather doesn't entertain that in the least. She slaps her hand over his homework page, making him look at her, âItâs not /you/. You know that itâs not you.â
No, he didnât know that. Jason looks at her, confused, âWhat?â
âJust because you dress yourself, and you drive your stupid little station wagon around parading your image, doesnât mean thereâs not that voice in the back of your head. Maybe⊠maybe a tight fist too. Telling you what to do. Youâre afraid.â Heather talks with her hands, just enough that Jason can see through it.
That sheâs being showy to hide something.
Doesnât mean heâs not been rendered self conscious and bare-souled all the same. He doesnât like that, even after months with Heather not feeling safe showing her all his tender parts like that, âI donât want to hear this from you.â
âOh, so a girl canât have opinions, huh? I should just spread my legs now and let something else do all the talking?â Heather heats the argument.
Jason just lets his head fall back, frustrated, âI donât- You /know/ I donât want that.â
âOh please do enlighten me then, your graciousness.â Heather forces what Jason is thinking out of him.
So he lets it go, without regard to her feelings, even though he hadnât wanted to, âLook, Iâm not stupid. I know your parents are a problem, Heather. Everyone thatâs read the paper knows Tom Holloway isnât a kind man. You try to hide it, but you canât keep it from me. And you canât- just take it all out on me!â
âI wasnât-â Heather tries to backpedal.
He still doesnât let her, âYou were! You always have! Nobody has the key to the lock on your heart, but Iâve been trying anyways. And you just shut. me. down!â
âJasonâŠâ
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry we didnât meet for real until high school. Iâm sorry I canât save you because Iâve got my own.. shit to deal with. But, and forgive me for using His name in vain, Jesus fucking Christ Heather!â
âJason..â Heather repeats, clearly more misty eyed than before, and opens her arms. A hug is letting him in physically, letting him get close even when the words arenât easy.
Mostly, she hadnât realized Jason could read her as easily as she could read him.
He takes the vulnerability to mean itâs safe to say, âI love you.â
âI know.â Is Heatherâs response. Itâs not easy to say it back, not when she chokes on it every time she tries to say it to her âproblems,â let alone a highschool boyfriend she was never supposed to fall for, not in her own heart.
Itâs enough. Jason keeps holding her, lips against her shoulder, âIâm sorry.â
Heather repeats herself, âI know.â
Nothing else felt right to say. Because she /was/ sorry too, but saying it second would feel ingenuine. At least, sheâd read it that way.
She closes her eyes and feels exhausted. Itâs not supposed to be this hard. Their school years are drawing to a close, and yet she canât even admit her own parents treat her like shit.
Maybe a silent tear drop or two drips off the end of her nose behind Jasonâs back. If he noticed, he didnât say a word.
After a while, Heather needs to do something, sitting and thinking and regretting not doing anything to help, âCan we call Chrissy and Billy and go get some ice cream or something?â
âSure. I think I owe that to you for keeping myself so.. alone.â Jason admits, bashful but genuine.
And isnât that just the thing. Heather gives him a tiny smile back, âDitto, baby.â
Ice cream ran into the evening, all of them itching for an excuse to stay out. Chrissy was the last to finish her bowl of two raspberry scoops with sprinkles, half of it melted into sludge by the last spoonful, and even thatâs not a distraction enough.
Itâs early spring, which means, as the group informed Billy, that the Hawkins drive-in theater was opening back up. Nobody even needed to discuss it to know thatâs what they wanted to do. There were a variety of chick-flicks and even more horror sequels in the box office, which meant the two week delay at the drive-in would make for some good choices at least. Most Hawkins residents would take their trucks out there, not some prissy little station wagon, but it would do.
At least, it should, but Billy started getting impatient with cruising along under the speed limit out to the wooded hill where the drive-in is, âCanât this piece of shit go faster?â
Heather turned around slightly to face and scold him, âWell, we coulda brought yours if you hadnât decided to buy the extra tiny, no room for fun model.â
Billy just snorted humorlessly, âWe could fit if there was any actual fun going on. Leaving room for the Lord or whatever is what fucks it up.â
For that comment, knowing their company, Chrissy pushed Billyâs arm gently. Still, she didnât seem to disagree too harshly, since she smiled through when he kissed her next.
Heather seemed irritated, though that tends to be her default honestly, as she huffed, âNot everyoneâs a sleaze like you, Hargrove. Get used to it.â
Billy hadnât even justified it with a response, just waved her off and used the same arm to swing it over the seat behind Chrissy. She was wearing his jacket again, hadnât taken it off all week, curled into his side and wearing his name. In that bubbly way she does, she was also wiggling her hands about, not nervous, but happy.
Content.
Heather and Jason still had a ways to go to reach contentment.
The pair stay in the car for the movie, their counterparts in a blanket on the grass instead. Cali boy is out there freezing his ass off, but heâd said anything would be better than being trapped with relationship drama.
Heather and Jason try to ignore him.
They fail.
Jason turns to her not even a full twenty minutes after that comment starts working itâs way under his skin, âHeather?â
âHm?â She hums to show sheâs listening, but doesnât look his way.
Thatâs not enough for what needs to be said, so he repeats, âHeather.â
âYeah, thatâs me. You need something?â
âI wanted- I justâŠ. Iâm sorry.â
Her pretty features screw up in confusion, âFor what?â
âFor not being good enough.â Jason informs, like it was the most clear thing, âYouâd be happier with a guy like Billy. Maybe you could call up Steve-â
âNo, fuck you if you think I could ever leave you.â She spits.
And then she grabs Jason by the collar of his polo and kisses him.
Itâs nothing chaste, nothing at all like their usual peck of the lips. This is roaming tongues and hands.
Heather reigns herself in when she feels Jasonâs hands, holding her hips up under the back of her shirt, shaking.
âIâm not gonna make you do anything. Sex isnât my endgame.â
He sort of freezes, like it hadnât occurred to him that Heather wouldnât mind helping him in his devotion to modesty, âSo what is?â
âAn apartment. Maybe get a cat. I want to share a space with you long before we do marriage shit.â Heather explains lightly, smile on her face.
Jason relaxes his shoulders, âMake it a dog and weâll see. Dogs are better.â
âOh, ha-ha. Make it one of each and Iâll forgive you for that comment.â
Heather kisses him again, without any heat or intensity this time, just gentle, soft affection. She even lets him touch her hair, despite usually slapping his hands away for that. It helps that sheâd brushed it out to be restyled before bed tonight, but still, she would have let him even if her curls were laying perfect.
When they pull away, Heather lays her head on Jasonâs shoulder. Instead of watching Catâs Eye on the screen, her gaze falls to their friends huddled up outside, and she muses, âHow much you wanna bet Chrissy and Billy run away into the sunset?â
âI hope they do. Hawkins is Hell on earth.â Jason asserts, clearly serious because he usually wouldnât even mention a place like that.
Heather sighs slightly, âLiterally. The kidnappings, the murders. I canât take much more of it.â
Confident, Jason says, âIâm sure theyâd make room for us then. If we wanted to go with them.â
That has Heather sitting up straighter, surprised, âYou would live in California?â
Sunny skies, living free- it didnât seem very much his pace. The order and the mundanity of Midwestern life seemed better for Jason.
He just shrugs for now, âWho knows? Weâll see when we get there.â
âAnd youâre okay with that?â Heather wonders aloud, as she knows it, finding that Jason prefers to have his entire life planned out.
He only sounds a little tense as he tries to sound brave and strong, âGetting there.â
The tension between them had to have been coming from there. She wanted nothing more than to rebel and escape, while he, even when he was feeling crushed by the weight of parental disapproval, was nothing short of desperate to be back in their graces.
If Heather could be more open to discussion when that made her uncomfortable, and Jason less complicit to begin with, the pair would probably be on the right path again.
She lays her head on him again, and this time, Jason takes his arm out of one sleeve of his varsity jacket, slinging it around her like a blanket. Her heart absolutely soars. The promise to Chrissy was fulfilled, she and her honey were working out just fine now, after sheâd gotten Billyâs jacket.
Thatâs gotta be a sign that things will work out for Heather too.
âHey, Jason?â
âHm?â
She feels compelled to finally confess, âI love you.â
Itâs Jason this time who, after a soft little kiss to her forehead, says, âI know.â
#strr2024#billy hargrove#chrissy cunningham#calicheer#billy x chrissy#heather holloway#jason carver#choirguard#heathson#jason x heather#my writing#ej writer#st rarepairs
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I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out ('Cause that's what young love is all about) [NSFW]
written for the @st-rarepair-roulette
Thank you so much @shieldofiron for being my beta!
Rating: Explicit - like VERY Explicit Relationship: Steve/Jason, mentioned Steve/Billy/Eddie TW: Omega Verse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Alpha Jason Carver, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Chrissy Cunningham, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Verbal Humiliation, Feminization, Blow Jobs, Cock Warming, blood play (sort of), implied reference to threesome, Edging, Mention of sex toys, Muzzles, a little somnophilia, Courting Rituals, Smut, Face-Sitting Words: 9864
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a little snippet under the cut
Jason stares at the large exposition of blankets, sheets, and pillows, while a gentle clerk asks him if he is searching for something in particular. Of course, he is looking for something in particular! He is a fucking alpha who has been staring at the omegaâs supplies for at least half an hour. âI⊠Iâm just looking.â He says, trying to hide his nervousness, but he knows that he reeks of anxiety like a lost puppy. He grabs a fluffy pink blanket, ready to leave the shop, but when he caresses it he finds that itâs really soft and really nice, he wonders if starting with a blanket is too much. There are a lot of pillows from every dimension, some of them have feathers, others sparkle, but the one that catches his attention is a small velvety one. He takes it, holds it in his hands, looks for any imperfection, and finds none, so he takes it to the counter and the clerk smiles at him âDo you want me to wrap it for you?â Jason freezes âWhy should IâŠâ âOh, I thought it was a courting gift. My bad.â The woman, a beta, replies, putting the pillow in a bag. âItâs for my sister.â Jason states while paying and the woman nods but itâs clear that she doesnât believe a single word Jason is saying, so he takes his bag and goes back home, once there he runs to his room to hide the purchase he made in the back of his wardrobe, so deep that he will forget about it and will not make a fool out of himself. The next day he drives to school, resolved to forget about the pillow he bought and put it in the trash as soon as he came back, but when he sees the omega of his dreams he canât hide the scent of arousal that comes from him: Steve the Hair Harrington, the only male omega of the school, walks just a few steps away from him, surrounded by his numerous admirers and his bodyguards, and Jason canât help but stare at him until the group disappears in the corridor. âSo, did you go?â A blond omega asks him, and Jason startles. âHey, Chrissy. Hi.â âTell me, did you go to the shop I told you about?â Jason nods, blushing âIt was really⊠omegan.â âI know! Itâs the best, isnât it? Their products are all top quality!â she winks at him, âSo, what did you get? A set of bed sheets for your first shared heat?â âStop it!â Jason complains, putting a hand on her mouth to make her shut up, but the girl keeps giggling. âI know you bought something. Just tell me what!â she demands, still laughing. âI⊠I bought a pillow, ok? Nothing too fancy. Just⊠Iâm going to throw it away as soon as I get home. This is a mistake. I could never⊠I have no possibility.â âWhy no?â Chrissy asks while they walk toward their first class. There are so many reasons that Jason doesnât even know where to start. First of all Steve Harrington, the omega he is wanting to court, is the King of the school and everyone who doesnât dream to be him certainly would like to fuck him! Not only he is older than Jason and even taller, but he is surrounded by alphas and Jason canât compete with Hargrove or Munson. Hagan maybe, but the other two are almost Steveâs bodyguards: wherever Steve goes they go, ready to growl at any alpha that gets too close to him. The only moment Steve is alone is in the lockers before or after PE, but Munson is outside of the door making sure no one gets too close to the king, and that is exactly where he is when Chrissy and Jason turn the corner.
#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington#medusapelagia#medusapelagia fanfic#my fanfic#Steve Harrington#stranger things fanfic#st rare pair roulette#rare pair#jason carver#jason x steve#omegaverse#omega steve harrington#alpha jason carver#non conventional omegaverse#STRR2024DD#STRR2024NSFW#STRR2024
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My four fics for @st-rarepair-roulette . Thank you so much for organizing this whole thing and even letting me mod! Yes I went overboard but inspiration be like that sometimes. The ships are in the order of Munver, Stargyle, Tobin x Carol (idk the ship name rn), and finally Hollogrove. All warnings on in each individual fic and none are dead dove or nsfw.
#strr2024#stranger things rarepair#stranger things Rarepair roulette#munver#tigerfreak#eddie x jason#stargyle#steve x argyle#robin x carol#hollogrove#billy x heather#stranger things
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Steve first fully registered his feelings for Chrissy Cunningham after the apocalypse started.
Well, the term apocalypse was debated heavily on national news stations but Steve sure felt like it had come when the Upside Down began leaking into their world. Into Steveâs life.
Heâd always had a vague awareness of something distinctly different about him. The way heâd just draw others to him, make people agree. Occasionally heâd look at his eyes too hard in the mirror and see silver flecks shining back. Seven shrinks couldnât fix his âproblemâ of dunking his head under the bath water or the pool for hours on end, delighted that he could breathe and swim like a fish.
Then after Vecna, after everyone died and Steve saw Hawkins as the rotten graveyard that it truly was, there came a day where he was no longer able to walk.
It was the worst agony heâd ever been in. Every step he took made him feel like he was about to keel over, his skin was almost scaling over and he was constantly short of breath. At first Steve had thought it to be a curse from God before deciding that not even God would be that cruel.
Running out of options, Steve fled back to the only place that felt like a sanctuary. The pool. His greatest source of shame would be his salvation now.
The good thing was that the moment he slid under the water, he could breath again. His legs fused together into a tail and Steve had no doubt that if pools had mirrors in them, heâd be staring at eyes of the purest silver.
The less good thing was Barb Holland was staring at him. Glaring. Very much still alive.
After he swim her out and sent her on her way, the puzzle pieces of whatever was happening across North America started to fall into place. Whatever force was out there, leaking the upside down into the real world, killing the birds and the fish and the less prepared of Hawkins, was also bringing back those who had been killed by the upside down.
Because Barb Holland hadnât quite been human when they made amends. Sheâd been something different. Something powerful. Something hungry.
That got Steve thinking about Chrissy. Sweet Chrissy with her light giggle and her cartwheels and the way sheâd always call him Stevie whenever they met at parties. What had obviously been a crush in retrospect, now fell on Steve like a tonne of bricks. Shit, she couldnât see him like this. Well, if she ever bothered to stop by at all. Somehow, that thought made him feel even worse.
It had been months since heâd had that thought and Steve felt like he was having a midlife crisis. From what human clothes he could wear, he looked like a damn trucker, heâd eat any small see monsters that slipped through the vents in his pool and he was just fucking lonely.
Of course, when he was at his lowest, that was when she came.
She looked older. More mature. Her hands were shooting beams of light at a demogorgon that seemed to be chasing her and of course sheâd run into Steveâs back garden completely by mistake.
But then she saw him. Rotting away at the bottom of his pool. Cocked her head as if she couldnât quite believe what she was looking at.
âShit, Steve??????â
She took him out of the pool. Cast a spell on him so that heâd hold up long enough until he made it to her camp. She was living with Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson.
Steves world briefly ground to a halt as he imagined sharing living quarters with all three of his crushes when he was a damn fish.
Hargrove and Munson werenât friendly. They just sort of grunted at him, snickered something about King Steve and went about their day. Chrissy wasnât phased.
She showed him his new pool. It was beautiful, a gorgeous sapphire blue. When she steadied his arms as he lowered himself in, briefly sparks flew.
But then she went back to her tent. Where she shared a bed with Hargrove and Munson.
For his own sanity, Steve tried his best not to imagine that.
Chrissy would come every night to the side of his pool to share food and gossip. She was so full of life, Steve couldnât quite believe heâd once saw her dead body crumpled on the floor. Sometimes they even held hands.
Those days were Steveâs favourite.
Hargrove and Munson seemed to be warming up to him too, throwing out a âhey manâ every time they passed Steve doing laps early in the morning. Chrissy was ecstatic. Steve wasnât sure why.
Then she kissed him on his 21st birthday and things started to make a lot more sense.
They were all her boyfriends. Hargrove and Munson definitely seemed to have something going on too. Steve should have just been happy with that but he couldnât help but want more. To prove himself to Billy and Eddie somehow.
Chrissy shook her head fondly and called him a silly fish when he told her. He asked why but instead she planted a kiss on his nose and said âyouâll see.â
Steve wasnât sure what Chrissy had done but she must have done something because Eddie started to come to his pool with his guitar just to talk about The Hobbit or weed or whatever. Billy started doing laps with Steve, rarely talking but sometimes squeezing his shoulder and winking at him.
They werenât exactly hiding their powers anymore either. Eddie would flash his fangs, very proud to be a vampire. Billy shifted into his wolf form with Steve still watching. It was almost like a courting ritual.
Eddie was a much easier target to get the information out of, even though half of it was an unrelated ramble. Something about Steve helping him get through his high school woes until he started dating girls and then his woes got even bigger.
Steve kissed him to shut him up.
Billy was a much tougher nut to crack. What had previously been lewd flirtation and confidence turned into quiet, introverted embarrassment. Though the manhandling had continued, to Steveâs secret delight.
Steve ended up having to grapple him and make the first move. Telling him that heâd been in love with him since the first time they met and that if Billy reciprocated, Steve might just die of happiness right there.
Billy just gulped, gave him a water lily and was about to run off before Steve dragged him back for a night under the water.
So Steve had two boyfriends and a girlfriend now. And he was a fish. Life was full of surprises
This is my fic for @st-rarepair-roulette which has been a joy to participate in! I still feel very honoured that I was entrusted with a mod role and I hope that everyone else had as much fun with it as I did!
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#hellcheergroveton#metalhamsandwich#strr2024#siren steve harrington#witch chrissy cunningham#vampire eddie munson#werewolf billy hargrove
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Tiger (Jason/Argyle rarepair)
I'm so excited! This is my first entry for the @st-rarepair-roulette, I got the rarepair from the roulette and first I didn't know if going on, but it was a good way to test myself!
You can find the fic here: Tiger in Ao3
Rating: E Pairing: Argyle/Jason; background Argyle/Jonathan/Jason No TW Wc: 3349
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He let the smoke out and looked at the circles running to the trailer ceiling. He spread his arms and legs on the floor and murmured something, fascinated. Argyle knelt at his side and took his hand to his lips, smoking the joint from his fingers. Jason laughed loudly. His head was spinning, his stomach felt funny and his legs were like jelly. He laughed again as Argyleâs face appeared in his vision field. âYouâre having so much fun, choir boy,â he said, and Jason tried to fix his eyes into Argyleâs, distracted by his black lavish hair. He raised a hand to touch it. âItâs like wireâŠâ he murmured, astonished. Argyle caressed his cheek and smiled. He stared at Jasonâs face, breathing heavy, and started getting nearer to his lips, but Jason moaned and moved a little. Argyle smiled again and laid on the floor near him. Jason took another large drag from the joint and looked at him. âIâm not a good boy,â he whispered. Argyle smiled. âAnd who is?â âShe said youâre good boys,â he mumbled again, his head heavy for the alcohol and the smoke. âIâm sure she said the same about you,â Argyle kept touching his cheek, and Jason smiled. âIâm not. I⊠I judged her. I judge everyoneâ. âYouâre a choir boy, what else can you do?â Argyle chuckled. âIâm badâŠâ âAnd who is not?â repeated Argyle, smiling again. âMunson,â answered Jason surprisingly. âAnd you. Chrissy says youâre good with herâ. Argyle combed a little the messy Jasonâs hair on the floor. Theyâre drinking and smoking for a few hour now, and although they were worried, they had a good time with Jason too. He even talked gently to Eddie and Chrissy was relaxed and cool. He left Eddie, Chrissy and Jon singing with Eddieâs guitar, and returning from the bathroom he found himself on the kitchen floor. He muttered something. âWhat?â Argyle laughed a little. âYou like girls?â he repeated. Argyle laughed again. âIt depends,â he laid on his hand and looked intensely at him.
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The AO3 collection is live with more treats to come this week!!!
#st rarepair roulette#stranger things rarepair#stranger things#stranger things rare pairs#st rarepairs#strr2024
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Tommy/Jonathan || Invisible String || for @st-rarepair-roulette
#tommy hagan#jonathan byers#bygan#do they even have a ship name?#tommy x jonathan#jonathan x tommy#strr2024
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For the @st-rarepair-roulette â€ïžâđ„ Pairing: Eddie/Heather/Tommy Relevant Tags: Heather has 2 boyfriends, and they're also boyfriends, Roommates, Threesome - F/M/M, Polyamory, Possessive Behavior, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Nipple Play, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
When their girlfriend wants to go out to a frat party, Eddie and Tommy make it clear thereâs no way in hell theyâll let anyone see Heather in such a sexy outfit. So they try to convince her to stay homeâŠ
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For the rare pair roulette prompt: âYouâre not going out in that outfitâ
Heather didnât know how she ended up with 2 boyfriends. They were more like guard dogs, really. Ugh, so annoying. But I love them. She always tells people.
One was saved in her contacts as âFree Weedâ the other was âFree Boozeâ and when Heather, Free Weed and Free Booze got together, they had one hell of a party. They spent a wild night at Tommyâs and neither of them had left since.Â
Now, the boyfriends saved in her phone as âStinkyâ and âStupidâ (affectionately, of course) felt just right. Heather grew tired of living under the roof of a stoic mother and misogynistic father. Eddie loved sleeping in a soft, clean bed and being able to give his uncle back his entire trailer. Tommyâs parents moved out before he even fished high school, and Carol said she âoutgrew him,â disappearing around the same time they did.
So they all found as much healing as they found fun in each otherâs company. None of them were sappy people, but they let each other know the love was constant in any way they could.
Unfortunately for heather, Eddie and Tommy showed their love by being fiercely protective of her and constantly in awe of her beauty. Eddie frequently posted how shocked he was that he had such a hot girlfriend. Tommy tweeted similar things. Here and there, Tommy and Eddie posted about each other being the âbest friend I can fuckâ and the âparty animal I can kiss.âÂ
It was a good time all the time. Even if some of those times included fighting. Anything was better than how life was before they got into the relationship.
Heather was invited to a frat party by one of her Sociology classmates. She walked in on her boyfriends sucking each other off, to tell them she was getting dressed for a party. They gave her a thumbs up before returning their attention to each other, and she went into the closet to find the perfect outfit to wear.Â
Most of the clothes were hers. Eddie had a small section for Hellfire Club shirts, his few pairs of jeans and other shit. Tommy had a larger section for his jeans, sweaters and his sneaker collection.
Heather dominated the rest of the closet with her skirts, dresses, pants, shirts and shoes, fit for any occasion.
She wanted everyoneâs eyes on her, since itâd been some time since she last went to a frat party.
She selected a leather mini skirt and lace top along with some pumps and walked out the closet to her boyfriends still sucking each other off.
âJesus, you never have that much stamina with me.â She teased.
âCome over here and spread your legs and weâll show you otherwise.â Tommy fired back.
âI told you, Iâm gettinâ ready to go to a party. Iâll come home drunk and horny to you idiots and you can fuck me later.â
âSounds good.â Tommy said as he filled his mouth with Eddieâs cock.
When Heather returned to the bedroom to say goodbye to her spent boyfriends, they sprang up.
Heather looked stunning in those blood red pumps with that tight black leather skirt and tight lace top that left little to the imagination.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Tommy exclaimed.
âNo. No way!â Eddie emphatically waved his hands.
âWhat? Do I look ugly or something?â
âThe opposite actually, but...â Eddie began, his eyes glued to her thighs. âYouâre not going out in that outfitâ
âThereâs just no way we can let you leave." Tommy refused, his eyes fixated on her nipples. "You look too good.â
Heather scoffed, hands on her hips. âYou donât want me to go out becauseâŠâ she clicked her tongue. âI look too good? God, you two are so annoying.â
She turned on her heel to leave when Tommy grabbed her from behind, playfully throwing her on the bed.
âCâmon! Câmon, stop!â She squealed. âYouâre gonna mess up my hair and makeup.â
They ignored her as they sandwiched her between them and lifted her top.Â
They didn't want her to leave. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. They each sucked one of her nipples, their hands getting intertwined when they both reach down to finger her.
They worked together to pull down her thong, and Eddieâs finger slipped inside her, while Tommy rubbed her clit.Â
Heather went absolutely mad as her boyfriends spoiled her with so much love and attention.Â
She always loved how long and thick Eddieâs fingers were, and the way he curved them inside, darting at that sweet spot.
Tommy knew his way around a clit. He knew just how to rub and play with it to make her whimper helplessly.
âI-I have to goââ She suddenly yelped as Tommy bit her left nipple. âYou assholes are so unfair.â
âIs it wrong to want you all to ourselves?â Eddie asked, gently holding her nipple between his teeth before he continued to suckle, causing her back to arch off the bed.Â
She gave in and spread her legs wider, her right hand getting tangled in Eddieâs hair, and her left hand running through Tommyâs shorter, silky hair.Â
Heather didnât even care anymore. Her body was trembling and whines were escaping her as her orgasm grew nearer and nearer.
âYouâre so wet, princess.â Eddie praised. âSo good for us.â
Tommy slid his finger down, feeling how wet Heather was and smiling against her nipple as he softly chuckled. âOh, yeah, super wet, babe.â
He continued to circle her clit with his finger, slowing down each time her back arched and her moans grew louder.Â
It felt like torture. Pure, blissful, torture. If only theyâd waited until later. Then maybe they wouldnât still be recharging from their blowjobs and Heather could get a good fucking before leaving.
Because she still planned on leaving.
âI-Iâm gâIâm gonna cum!â She cried out. âDonât stop, donât stop!â
Eddie and Tommy glanced at each other, silently signaling each other to slow down.Â
âN-noâŠâ Heather protested with a cute whine.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby girl?â Tommy asked, drawing circles around her nipple with his tongue. âIn a rush?â
âYou fâI fucking hate you both!âÂ
âAw, you donât love me?â Eddie kissed her breast as he slid a second finger in Heather.Â
âEddie, what the fuck!â She screamed through a moan.Â
He smirked as he continued to trail kisses on her breast.
Tommy took his finger off her clit and pushed it into her mouth, fingering her throat.
Heather sucked his fingers, her tongue slipping between his rough fingers.
Eddie got on his knees to finish the job. He tossed Heatherâs dangling legs on his shoulders and dove his face into her wet, glistening pussy.Â
She moaned loudly, her mouth still filled with Tommyâs fingers. She nearly bit down on Tommyâs knuckles as she writhed and squirmed on the bed.Â
Tommy leaned in and kissed Heatherâs neck in her favorite spot.Â
Heather was seeing stars. She could feel it. She was so dangerously close when Eddie playfully suckled and nibbled on her clit.
Eddie continued on, holding Heatherâs body down as it arched higher and higher off the bed and she orgasmed with a loud moan.Â
He slowly let her twitching clit out of his lips after a few gentle sucks.Â
Heather lied in silence, catching her breath.
âYou look tired, babe.â Tommy mentioned.Â
âYeah.â Eddie agreed. âMaybe you should stay home and rest. âWe can undress you andââ
âOh, please.â She slowly sat up, taking her legs off Eddieâs shoulders.â When has an orgasm ever stopped me from a night out? If youâre gonna miss me that much, why donât you come along?â She offered.
âWhy didnât you invite us before?â Tommy pouted.
Heather laughed and shrugged. âYou have until I finish fixing my hair to get dressed.âÂ
They watched as she headed to the bathroom, then glanced at each other in disbelief.
âI canât believe that didnât work.â Eddie sighed.Â
âIt kinda did. That was fun, right?â
Eddie nodded. âIt was. Maybe weâll have some fun at the party too.â
Their confused glances turned into twisted smiles.
âWe better get moving then.â Tommy urged as the two mischievous boyfriends hurried to get dressed.
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The Loss
Sweat, the tears of past forgotten centuries, Fade with the injustice of provided fear, Let those suffering, know, "that you," do not care.
Ignorance, nor ignoring is not a virtue. More the cowardly substance of greed, of those who hide behind, claiming to be free.
(Street Café series, Heimat, Fulda)
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Because the Night (Belongs to Lovers)
Billy Hargrove x Eden Bingham for @st-rarepair-roulette
Also on ao3 and the full ao3 collection is live now letâs show love to some rarepairs!
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âYou have anger issues.â
She said it, but she didnât seem too upset about it. Her cool fingers brushed through his curls, sending shivers down his spine as her nails softly scraped his scalp.
âThat a problem?â
Eden didnât reply, at first just humming slightly, âNot upset about it. Just an observation.â
They were parked out in the desert, the endless blanket of the night sky just visible in the windows of the camaro. Heâd hated Utah when he drove up, upset that he would have to be stranded in this nowhere place while he got his transmission checked out.
Now he was putting off driving to California, even though it had always been the plan. Because of this girl, this beautiful angry girl.
He shifted, gathering her just a little closer, âYou could do with some anger issues. I hear you talk about your folks. Donât you ever just want to⊠scream at them?â
âOf course. All the time," she said. âThey just leave me to deal with everything. Why have a bunch of kids if you donât want to spend any time with them?â
âWhat will they even do after you graduate?â He asked, brushing his lips against her shoulder. It was dark, but he could still see the pale glow of her skin in the barely there light of the moon. It was how she was meant to be experienced. She was made for this, made to be touched and held. She was made for moonlight, which was crazy, because heâd always loved the sun. Night usually meant nightmares, his dadâs anger, loneliness.
Until now. Until Utah, and Eden, and the moonlight changed everything.
âOh.. who knows. Probably try to turn Suzie into their little nanny,â She scoffed. âI can tell they've been getting nervous since my birthday. I know they want me to just marry some nice Mormon boy and stay in Utah and fester. Fuck that.â
âYou should do something crazy,â He kissed along her shoulder, up her neck, laughing slightly as she squirmed.
âYour mustache tickles, dick.â
âDo something about it, Morticia,â He whispered.
âIf Iâm Morticia-â She broke off with a broken gasp.
âWell I do have the mustache,â He kissed up to the lobe of her ear, âYou drive me wild. Isnât that something he says?â
She squirmed against him, waking him up for another round. He ground a little into her thigh,
âYou should do something crazy,â He whispered, because she made him crazy. âYou should run away with me.â
She froze, shoving back at him, âWhat the fuck, Billy?â
âIâŠâ He swallowed. âI mean it. Fuck them. Come with me.â
âTo California?â He couldnât read her tone in the darkness, couldnât see her face to tell if heâd fucked everything up. His stomach fell.
âIt wasnât-â
âOkay.â
âWait, what?â
âOkay. Iâll run away with you.â
He knew she hated it but he leapt up into the front seat to turn the car on, the light on. She blinked, looking grumpy and rumpled and adorable, her dark hair a fuzzy dark halo around her pretty pale face.
âYou will?â
âYeah,â She smiled, still blinking angrily, âwill you turn that shit off before someone sees that weâre out here.â
âEden. Iâm serious.â
âSo am I? Iâm eighteen, youâre eighteen. I want out of this town and IâŠâ
They both just looked at each other for a moment.
âI love you, Eden,â He said, because he thought she might say it first, but he couldnât wait. âItâs crazy, because Iâve only known you a few weeks but you⊠you justâŠâ He could try to explain it. The way the night wasnât scary anymore, because it belonged to them. The way she was angry, not like how he was angry, but how he loved that. Wanted her to have everything she wanted, wanted to watch her slay her own dragons. Wanted to take her home and see her pale skin in the sun, in the rain, every night forever and ever.
âI love you too, Billy,â She smiled, âNow turn out the light, and come here.â
She gathered him close when he finally awkwardly wrestled back into the backseat, wrapping around him like the night sky.
âI love you, Billy. Letâs do something crazy.â
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This fic made me cry writing it they have no ao3 tag so give them some love
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Rarepair Roulette content drops April 1.
Wanna play along at home? We're sharing the original submitted pairs for you to try out. Enjoy!
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Rarepair Roulette posts tomorrow. Are you ready for rarepairs?
Check the hashtags #strr2024 #strr2024nsfw and #strr2024dd (for dead dove or sensitive content) and weâll be posting here throughout the week!
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