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[dippindaz]

Munson's Little Sister Part 3 - Billy x Reader

You find the other parts here :)

Woohoo! Part 3 is here >:) Sorry this one is a bit shorter than the previous two, I'll try to make sure part 4 is a tad longer. Enjoy!! :)

Warnings: It's casual. Semi-public(?) making out, grinding, Eddie ditches reader.

The weekend is long and painfully uneventful. You spend most of it holed up in your room, avoiding Eddie’s pointed glares and the inevitable conversation that you know is coming.

Of course, he doesn’t let you off that easily. Eddie was on your ass all weekend about it or at least giving you odd looks.

By Saturday afternoon, he corners you in the kitchen while you’re making a sandwich, arms crossed and eyes narrowed like he’s been rehearsing this confrontation in his head.

“So,” he starts, leaning against the counter. “You wanna tell me what the hell last night was about?”

You sigh, not looking up. “Nothing happened, Eddie.”

“Nothing?” He lets out a sharp laugh. “Nothing is when you come home at a normal time, dry, and not with fucking Hargrove.”

You clench your jaw. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” He scoffs. “Jesus Christ. You think he’s some misunderstood bad boy, don’t you? You think you’re gonna fix him?”

You slam your butter knife down. “I don’t think anything, Eds.”

He studies you, eyes dark with frustration. “Then why are you even entertaining him?”

You don’t have an answer for that. Not one you want to say out loud.

Eddie shakes his head. “He’s just gonna screw you over,” he mutters, grabbing a bag of chips and stomping toward the living room. “Don’t come crying to me when he does.”

And that’s how most of the weekend goes. Eddie, brooding and watching you like a hawk. You, stewing in your own thoughts, replaying Friday night over and over. The kiss. The way Billy looked at you. The way it all felt.

You barely step outside, avoiding the outside world like it’ll give you answers. But by the time Monday rolls around, you still don’t have any.

You wake up feeling off. Immediately you thought of Billy.

“You wanna just come out and say it?” Eddie asked Sunday night, sprawled across the couch, strumming lazily at his guitar.

You didn’t look up from where you sat at the table, pretending to be invested in the notes you were scribbling.

“Say what?”

“That you’ve got it bad for Hargrove.”

“I do not—”

“Bullshit.” Eddie snorted, setting his guitar aside. “You’ve been all broody since Friday. You barely left your room, and when you did, you looked like you were thinking real hard about something. That’s not you, dude.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving your notes into your folder. “Maybe I was just enjoying a quiet weekend, ever think of that?”

“Yeah, sure. And maybe pigs will fly outta my ass.”

You threw a balled-up napkin at his face.

But now, standing in front of your locker on Monday morning, you wish you could say he was completely wrong.

Billy isn’t on your mind. Not at all.

Not as you scan the hallway, not as your stomach tightens when you catch sight of his Camaro in the parking lot, not as you force yourself to not look for him between classes.

And yet—nothing.

No cocky smirk. No lingering glances. No suggestive comments while he invades your space just to watch you squirm.

It’s like Friday never happened.

It should be a relief. It was exactly what you wanted.

But it wasn't what you wanted.

You’re sick of thinking by the time lunch starts but you just can’t seem to stop. Robin notices before you even sit down.

You barely get your tray on the table before she’s squinting at you, head tilted, eyes sharp with suspicion. “Alright, spill.”

You blink. “Spill what?”

“That face. You’ve been wearing that face all day.” She waves a fry in your direction. “It’s your ‘something is eating me alive, but I refuse to talk about it’ face.”

You scoff, shaking your head. “I don’t have a face.”

“Oh, you definitely have a face.” Robin takes a dramatic sip of her drink. “And it’s screaming that something’s up.”

You stab at your food, trying to play it off, but there’s no use pretending. Your thoughts have been a tangled mess all morning, and maybe you need to get it out. Just once.

With a sigh, you lean in. “Okay, but if I tell you, you cannot freak out.”

Robin’s eyes widen. “Oh, that’s a terrible way to start. Now I have to freak out.”

“Robin.”

“Fine, fine! No freaking out.” She zips her lips and leans in eagerly. “Now, tell me everything.”

So you do. In hushed, rushed words, you spill it all—how Billy convinced you to go to that party, how he took you to the quarry, how you kissed. How he acted like nothing happened today, like it was nothing to him. Like you were just another girl.

Robin listens, surprisingly quiet, and when you’re done, she exhales, pushing a hand through her hair. “Wow. Okay. That’s… a lot.”

“No kidding.” You mutter.

She studies you for a long moment. “So, what are you gonna do?”

That’s the problem. You don’t know what to do. Your brain keeps looping back to that blue-eyed asshole and how he looked at you. Like you were something more. But if that was true, then why would he act like it didn’t matter? Like it didn’t happen?

Before you can answer, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. The idea of going to class, sitting still while your mind spins in circles, makes your skin itch.

“I’m going to skip next period and think about it.” You said as you stood.

Robin gapes. “You’re skipping?”

“Just this once.”

“Okay, now I am freaking out.”

You laugh, but it’s short-lived. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you weave through the cafeteria crowd before you can second-guess yourself.

Slipping past the parking lot and into the woods—toward the old bench where Eddie does most of his deals. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Exactly what you need. Just a second to breathe.

But, of course, you never get to breathe for long.

You hear the crunch of leaves behind you before you even see him. You glance over your shoulder. Billy. The way he moves up behind you is almost predatory—slow, deliberate, as if he’s been planning this.

You look away, and he says nothing, but you can hear the crunching of leaves growing closer and closer. His footsteps stop a short distance behind you. You swear even from this distance you can smell his cologne.

Finally, after a long stretch of silence, Billy speaks, his voice too casual. “You’re skipping class.”

You don’t answer. But your heart sinks. He sounds so uninterested, like you’re just another girl to amuse him for a moment. You swallow the bitter taste that rises in your throat.

He tilts his head, just enough that you can feel the heat of his gaze on your back. “Didn’t peg you for the rebellious type. Thought you’d be the goody-goody who sits at her desk, doing everything by the book.”

Your lips press into a thin line. “Does this surprise you, then?”

There’s a pause. Then, in that smug tone of his, he responds, “Kind of, yeah.”

You still don’t look at him, but you feel him step a little closer, his shadow falling over you. “So, what? You just decided to sit out here and feel sorry for yourself?”

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?” you ask, your voice flat and cold.

Billy chuckles softly. “You really that mad at me, princess?” He asked, taking another step closer to you, his voice getting lower. “You’re making it harder than it has to be.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Just leave me alone, Billy.” Your words are sharp and honestly, it feels good.

Billy lets out a humorless laugh before moving so close behind you that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. He leans down, placing his hands against the table on either side of you, caging you in. “Tell me sweetheart, what are you gonna do about it?” His voice is just above a whisper, his breath fanning against your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat, but you force yourself to stay still, to not react, even though every nerve in your body is on high alert. You can feel the warmth of him behind you, his arms bracketing you in like a trap you should want to escape from.

But you don’t move.

You hate that you don’t move.

Instead, you tilt your head just slightly, enough to catch his gaze. His eyes are half lidded and dark. The way he’s looking at you makes your heart stop.

“I don’t have to do anything about it,” you say, your voice steady despite the way your pulse betrays you. “You’re going to get bored and move on, just like you always do.”

Billy’s smirk falters. Just for a second.

Then he laughs, low and rough. “That what you think?”

“I know it.”

His grip on the table tightens. You see his knuckles go white.

Billy leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, “If I was gonna get bored, princess, it would’ve happened already.”

A shiver runs down your spine before you can stop it. Damn him.

You turn your gaze forward again. If you want to keep what little bit of your nerve you have left, you can’t look at him.

“What do you want, Billy?” You fight to keep your voice steady, to not let it crack. To not let yourself crack.

“Ain’t it obvious?” He chuckles before leaving a feather light kiss against your ear. You stiffened but before you think of what to say or how to react, his kisses, still barely touching your skin, trailed down from your ear to the crook of your neck.

Billy’s lips barely ghost over your skin, but it’s enough to send another shiver straight down your spine. Your breath stutters, and you curse yourself for it because you know he noticed.

“Billy—”

Your voice comes out softer than you intended, lacking the strength you need it to have. He hums against your neck like he likes the way his name sounds coming from your lips.

“I’ve been patient, sweetheart.” His voice is quiet, a murmur against your skin. “But I don’t think you want me to be.”

Your heart hammers, and your fingers curl against the wooden bench, nails digging in like it might ground you. Like it might remind you of all the reasons why this is a bad idea.

Billy finally presses his lips fully against your neck, slow and deliberate, like he’s staking a claim, and your resolve wavers.

You suck in a sharp breath, and that’s all it takes.

Billy smirks against your skin. “Knew it,” he murmurs before pulling back just enough for you to turn your head toward him. His nose brushes against yours, lips just barely apart. “You gonna let me kiss you again?”

You should say no. You should push him away.

And against all reason, you lean in.

The second your lips fully meet his, Billy groans low in his throat, his hands finally leaving the bench to grab at your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fingers dig into your sides, like he’s desperate for you.

The kiss is heated, slow and demanding. Like he’s memorizing you, like he’s savoring this moment after waiting just long enough.

Billy pulls back, just enough to break your kiss. “You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this?” he murmurs against your lips.

You let out a breathy chuckle, but you don’t have an answer. You don’t know how to answer. You should. But you don’t want to. But also you’re not going to chase after him if he acts like you don’t exist.

He shifts, moving his lips to graze along your jaw. . “C’mon, princess,” he coaxes. “Say it.”

“Are you gonna act like I don’t exist again?” You finally ask.

Billy pauses before huffing a laugh. “You’re not that easy to forget.” He mutters and places a kiss against your jaw.

“Then why act like it?” You press.

He’s quiet for a moment before finally responding. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I just—,” he sharply exhales, lowering his head, his forehead almost resting against your shoulder. “I needed to figure some shit out.”

Billy picks his head up as you shift to turn and face him fully. Your eyes met his icy ones. You’re sure his answer in the closest to honesty you’ll get right now. Maybe that should motivate you to push him away. It should tell you that whatever this is, it’s bound to be messy. But when he leans in close again, his nose brushing against yours, you can’t bring yourself to pull away.

Instead, you grab his shirt and pull him in, your lips meeting once more. Letting yourself fall even deeper. Maybe it’s mistake. Maybe you should care. But right now, you couldn’t care less.

One of Billy’s hands moves to your thigh, the other stays splayed against your back and your arms wrap around his neck. Billy boots you off the bench seat, your legs wrapping around him. He carries to the end of the bench and sets you on top of the table.

One of his hands moves up, tangling in your hair as he shifts, pulling you back against the bench. He leans in, his body pressing against yours.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide. “You got no idea what you’re doing to me.” He mutters, his lips meeting yours again.

Billy’s grip tightens on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin like he wants to leave marks. His lips move from yours to your jaw, then down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he grinds against you.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, you know that?” he mutters against your skin.

You don’t know what he means, you don’t care, because your head is spinning and every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire. His hand leaves your thigh, his fingers skim beneath the hem of your shirt, light and teasing as they creep higher.

Your heart races, and you feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks, but you catch yourself. “Billy,” you warn, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “We shouldn’t—”

Billy hums against your skin. “Why not, princess?”

“I don’t want to get caught,” you manage, your voice slightly breathless.

Billy chuckles. “ Fuck it. Let ‘em catch us.”

You shouldn’t let this go on you know. If you want to indulge in Billy you should at least do so elsewhere. But honestly? His plan sounds so much better right now. But the distant sound of footsteps crunching over fallen leaves cuts through the air. You both freeze, and Billy’s smirk widens as he leans in even closer, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Showtime, sweetheart,” Billy murmured and roughly pressed his lips against yours, kissing you like he was daring someone to interrupt.

And maybe, had it been someone different, that would've worked.

“What the fuck is this?”

Billy barely has time to react before he’s being yanked backward. You gasp as you push yourself up, your heart slamming against your ribs as you take in the sight before you—Eddie, gripping Billy’s shirt in both fists, his face red with fury.

“Shit, Munson,” Billy says, surprise flashing across his face before a lazy smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re early.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie snaps. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with my baby sister?”

“You can’t tell?” Billy glances at you, then back at Eddie, that smug, infuriating smirk never leaving his face. “Been that long since you got some, Munson?”

Eddie shoved Billy with enough force to make him stumble back.

You scramble off the table, rushing between them before this turns into a full-blown fight. “Eddie, stop—”

He doesn’t listen. His eyes are locked on Billy like he’s seconds away from throwing a punch. “You think this is funny, Hargrove?” Eddie spits out Billy’s name. “You wanna use her to piss me off, is that it?”

“You think too highly of yourself, Munson,” Billy says, rolling his eyes. “This,” He glances at you, his smirk softening. “This ain’t about you.”

You swallow hard, your heart still racing from the intensity of it all. Billy's words replay in your mind—this ain't about you. It's the way he said it, the way his smirk softened just a little when he looked at you. Like, for once, Billy wasn’t just chasing something to amuse him.

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. "Oh, cut the shit, Hargrove. You don’t give a damn about her." His hand finds your wrist, a firm but not painful grip. "Come on, we’re leaving."

You don’t move.

Eddie tugs again, but you plant your feet, your pulse thundering in your ears. "Eddie, stop," you say, firmer this time.

His brows furrow, anger and disbelief flashing across his face. "What do you mean, stop?" He looks between you and Billy, like he can’t believe this is even a conversation. "You can’t be serious right now."

You don’t know what you’re doing, not really. All you know is that Eddie is acting like he gets to make this decision for you, and that pisses you off. "I can handle myself," you say, wrenching your arm from his grip.

Billy lets out a low chuckle behind you, and Eddie’s fists clench. "Are you kidding me?" Eddie’s voice is rising, his frustration boiling over. "You don’t handle guys like him; you stay the hell away from them!"

Billy hums, stepping closer, his voice infuriatingly smooth. "Maybe she doesn’t want to stay away."

You don’t look at Billy. You don’t dare to. Because you can picture the smug expression on his face like he just won. And in a way, he did.

"Unbelievable," Eddie’s jaw tightens, betrayal flashing in his eyes before he shakes his head and mutters, "You’re making a mistake.”

You cross your arms, ignoring the way your chest tightens at his words. “It’s my mistake to make.”

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah? And when he screws you over? What then?”

Billy clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Jesus, Munson, you act like she’s some helpless little thing.” He steps up beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “She’s got a mind of her own.”

You don’t miss the way Eddie tenses at that, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He looks at you like he’s waiting for you to say something—waiting for you to pick a side.

But this isn’t about sides.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles, Eddie,” you say, keeping your voice even.

Something in his expression flickers. He looks like he wants to argue, but instead, he just exhales sharply and shakes his head. “Fine,” he mutters, voice tight. “Do whatever the hell you want.”

Then he turns and storms off, shouting for Billy to find a new dealer as he does and muttering curses under his breath as he disappears into the trees.

The second he’s gone, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

Billy, of course, wastes no time. “You know, princess,” he murmurs, stepping in front of you. “If I had to guess, I’d say that’s the first time you’ve really stood up to him.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up, Billy.”

He grins, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

You swat his hand away, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Don’t get used to it.”

Silence lingers between you and Billy. He watches you, that smirk still present, but softer than before—less taunting, more curious.

“You gonna regret that later?” he finally asks.

Your arms cross over your chest. “Regret what?”

“Not runnin’ after him.” Billy tilts his head, watching you like he’s trying to figure you out. “Defendin’ me.”

You hesitate, your stomach twisting. “I don’t know,” you admit. “Depends.”

Billy raises a brow. “On what?”

“On whether or not you make me regret it.” The words come out steadier than you expect.

Billy blinks, his smirk faltering for just a second before it returns, slower this time. “Guess that means you’re still figurin’ out how you feel about me, huh?”

Your heart pounds, but you hold his gaze. “I think that depends on how you feel about me.”

For a moment, Billy doesn’t answer. His smirk twitches, like he’s weighing his options, deciding just how much to give away. But then, he exhales sharply and shakes his head with a chuckle.

“Look, princess, I don’t do the whole… relationship thing.” His voice is casual, like this is just a fact, something you should already know.

You feel like he punched you in the chest. But you nod, slow and measured. “Yeah,” you say, keeping your tone light, indifferent. “Figured.”

Billy watches you carefully, like he’s waiting for you to argue. But you won’t. You won’t beg for him. This is what you expected—what you knew from the beginning.

So instead, you lift a shoulder in a shrug, tilting your head. “So what are we doing, then?”

“Whatever we want.” He voice lowers and his hands find your hips, resting there. “No rules. No expectations.”

You blink, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. “And what does that mean, exactly?”

Billy huffs a small laugh, tilting his head like the answer should be obvious. “It means we don’t have to put a label on it. No pressure, no strings—just us.”

“So, you don’t do relationships?” You try to keep your voice steady. Casual, no strings, no expectations, that was never your thing, no matter what it involved.

Billy shrugs. “Never saw the point.”

Your stomach sinks a little, though you don’t understand why. It’s not like you were expecting some grand love confession. This is Billy Hargrove—of course he wouldn’t be the type to settle down.

Still, you feel like you should say something. “And what if I said no?”

Billy leans in slightly, his lips curving into that damn smirk that always makes your stomach flip. “Then I’d say you’re overthinkin' it.” His voice is lower now, coaxing. “C’mon, princess. We’re already havin' fun, aren’t we?”

Your throat feels dry. You have been having fun. More than you want to admit. And as much as a part of you wants to push back, wants to demand more—you’re scared.

Because what if you do?

What if you push too hard and Billy walks away?

What if you lose whatever this is before you even get the chance to figure it out?

You force a small smile, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest. “Yeah,” you say, quieter than before. “We are.”

Billy’s eyes flicker with something—approval, satisfaction, something else you can’t quite name. He tugs you forward by your belt loops, his smirk widening. “Glad we’re on the same page, sweetheart.”

You let yourself fall into his touch, let yourself get swept up in the warmth of his hands on your waist, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing he sees.

But there’s a tiny voice in the back of your head whispering—this is a mistake.

You just choose not to listen.

Billy’s hands tighten on your waist, tugging you even closer. His lips brush against yours, teasing, waiting for you to make the next move. And despite everything—despite the nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you this is dangerous, that you should want more, deserve more—you don’t pull away.

You lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s just as heated as the last. Billy groans softly, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin. His tongue brushes against yours, coaxing, claiming, and you let yourself melt into him.

Billy’s hands move lower, gripping the backs of your thighs as he lifts you onto the bench again, slotting himself between your legs. His lips trail down your jaw, nipping at your skin before pressing slow, deliberate kisses to the curve of your neck.

“See?” he murmurs against your skin, his smirk evident in his tone. “Told you we’d have fun.”

You roll your eyes, but it lacks any real bite. “Shut up.”

Billy chuckles, pulling back just enough to look at you. His pupils are blown, his breathing heavy, but there’s something else in his gaze—something smug, satisfied.

Before you can say anything else, the distant sound of a school bell echoes through the woods, breaking whatever spell had settled over you.

You sigh, pressing your forehead against his shoulder for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. “We should go.”

Billy hums, letting his hands linger on your hips before finally stepping back. “Guess so.”

The two of you walk back to the school in silence, though it’s not uncomfortable. Your thoughts are swirling, trying to make sense of what just happened—of what any of this means.

But when you step into the parking lot, reality slaps you in the face.

Eddie’s van is gone.

Your stomach drops. He left you. He really fucking left you.

“Son of a bitch,” you mutter under your breath.

Billy follows your gaze, then lets out a short laugh. “Damn. Guess Munson’s real pissed.”

You glare at the empty parking spot like Eddie will magically reappear. “Asshole.”

Billy watches you with amusement. “Looks like you need a ride, princess.”

You cross your arms, already regretting what you’re about to say. “…Yeah.”

Billy’s smirk grows as he pushes off his car and opens the passenger door for you. “Well, lucky for you, I’m feelin’ generous.”

You hesitate for a moment, then sigh and climb in.

You’d rather be alone. Or even in the awkward quiet with Eddie’s glares. At least you’d be away from all the confusion that surrounds Billy. Away from everything he makes you feel.

Surprisingly, Billy doesn’t talk much on the drive. That annoys you more than him talking.

The silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. You steal a glance at Billy, but his gaze stays fixed on the road, one hand draped over the wheel, the other tapping idly against the stick shift.

It shouldn’t bother you. You should be grateful he isn’t trying to get under your skin like usual. But somehow, it does.

Maybe it’s because you expected him to gloat, to throw out some smug comment about how Eddie ditching you worked in his favor. Maybe you wanted him to—because at least then, things would feel normal. At least then, you wouldn’t be sitting in this unbearable quiet.

You shift in your seat, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “You’re quiet.”

Billy snorts, his fingers tightening slightly on the wheel. “So?”

“So, it’s weird.”

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking. “Didn’t think you liked it when I talked.”

“I don’t.” You scoff.

“Then why are you complaining’, doll?” Billy’s smirk deepens. You’re sure he knows the truth. That he’s being silent to mess with you or get in your head..

You roll your eyes and sink further into the seat, glaring out the window. “Forget it.”

Billy chuckles, but he doesn’t push further, letting the silence settle between you again.

You try not to fidget, try not to think about any of this. Whatever this was. You liked it when he was kissing you, giving you attention, being affectionate, normal in your mind. But now, sitting here in his car, the space between you might as well be miles wide.

It isn’t until he pulls up in front of your house that he finally speaks again.

“You’re thinkin’ too much.” His voice is quieter than usual.

You glance at him, frowning. “Excuse me?”

Billy’s eyes flick to you, then back to the road. His jaw tightens. “You’re complicatin’ things. Just let it be what it is.”

His words sink into your skin, and for a moment, you don’t know what to say. No rules. No expectations.

The thought makes your chest tighten, but you force yourself to nod. “Right.”

Billy watches you for a second longer before shaking his head with a smirk. “See you around, princess.”

You don’t respond. You just climb out of the car and shut the door behind you.

And as you walk inside, you can’t help but wonder—who is he really saying that for? You? Or himself?

The trailer is quiet when you step inside, save for the muffled thrum of heavy metal bleeding through Eddie’s bedroom door. You didn't need the music to know he’s not in the mood to talk.

Not that you blame him.

You linger in the hallway for a moment, staring at his door, contemplating knocking. But what would you even say? Sorry you found me tangled up with the guy you hate most? Sorry I didn’t push him away? Sorry I kind of, sort of, might want to be with him?

You sigh and shake your head. There’s nothing to say that would make it better.

So, instead, you slip into your own room, shutting the door behind you.

The second you collapse onto your bed, you feel it—the weight of everything pressing down on you all at once.

Billy’s words echo in your head. Just let it be what it is.

But what even is it?

Your fingers curl into the sheets as you replay everything. The way he looked at you, the way he kissed you, the way his hands held you, like you were something he wanted. Something that mattered.

But then there’s the other side of it—the part that makes your stomach twist. The smirks, the games, the way he pulled back just when you felt yourself slipping.

Maybe that’s all this is to him. A game.

And maybe the worst part is… you let him win.

A cold pit settles in your stomach at the thought, and you roll onto your side, staring at the ceiling.

[loveinhawkins]

picturing Dustin watching at the trailer park, right after Eddie says, “Hey, Steve? Make him pay.”

And for some reason Dustin’s reminded of ‘84, of his conversation with Steve on the railroad tracks, it’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh... electricity, you know?—although he���s grown enough to suspect that Steve might not know everything in that regard.

And it’s not electricity he senses, not exactly, but it’s definitely a storm of some kind: something fragile. Something—someone—that’s very scared.

Dustin’s running before he’s even registered his decision. “Steve!”

Steve turns around, and he already looks like he’s about to ask a question—something practical, like whether Dustin’s forgotten something—and Dustin feels a twist of regret, that that’s where Steve’s mind goes; yeah, they’re all ready for battle, so it makes sense, but…

Feeling suddenly very young, Dustin barrels into Steve and hugs him.

He hears Steve’s surprised inhale, his hesitancy, before he returns the hug in full force.

For a little while, it’s like the world narrows down to only this. No ash in the air, no nightmarish red in the sky. Just the two of them.

Dustin’s about to pull away when he feels Steve’s chin dig into the top of his head. Hears him sniff, very quietly, like he’s trying to hide it; and that makes Dustin think of the tunnels, or afterwards, really, when Steve held onto him with shaking hands, kept saying, “We’re okay, we’re okay.”

So he just keeps hugging back.

Steve’s the one to let go; he’s smiling, but he looks a little sad too, forehead creased with worry.

“I need a ride tomorrow,” Dustin says.

Steve huffs. “Oh, yeah? Where to?”

Dustin taps his nose obnoxiously. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

It’s bullshit, of course; Dustin doesn’t need a ride anywhere.

Steve rolls his eyes, but some tightness in his jaw finally eases. “God, you’re such a dick.”

“Bright and early, Steve!” Dustin adds smugly. “Five am!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve says, waving him off, and for a moment it’s like they’re just in the school parking lot. He looks as if he’s about to say something else, then thinks better of it—glances back to where Robin and Nancy are waiting. He pulls Dustin in with one arm, a brief but tight hold. Nods, as if to himself. “Go on, scram.”

Dustin runs back to the trailer with a stitch in his side but a smile on his face. He knows it’s naive to think he can fix everything, but in this moment at least some part of the universe has been righted, even while in The Upside Down.

Eddie’s standing right where he left him, like he’s been frozen the whole time.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “is he, uh… is he okay?”

Dustin’s reminded that of course, Steve isn’t the only one who’s scared.

“Yeah, he will be,” he says, which he thinks is a more accurate answer than a simple yes or no.

It’s funny how life works, he muses while gathering supplies for the trailer defences. There’s no way he’d have thought even a week ago that Eddie would be sincerely asking him about Steve’s well-being. Whenever he happened to bring Steve up at Hellfire, Eddie would imitate him in a comedic falsetto, “Oh, Steve this, Steve that.”

For a minute, Eddie remains rooted to the spot, still staring in the direction of where Steve went—like he’d watched helplessly as Steve walked into the eye of a storm or something.

“You just gonna stand there and gawk?” Dustin says.

Eddie snorts. “So rude, Henderson.”

And it’s not like Dustin really knows, not when Steve and Eddie are still barely dancing around it themselves. Still, he can pick up on some things.

Like when they’ve finished setting up everything, waiting for the go-ahead for Eddie to start playing his guitar—to pass the time, they recount the high points of the day, keep it light. It’s a practice Eddie used to implement after campaigns.

And look, Dustin’s damn good at picking up on patterns. Like, he loves Steve, but he’s pretty sure the reality of him driving the hotwired RV doesn’t quite match up to how Eddie’s currently waxing lyrical about it.

He’s making it sound like it was something outta James Bond, Dustin thinks, when he’s sure Steve drove right into several trash cans.

Suddenly he knows exactly what he should do.

“Steve this, Steve that,” he sing-songs.

Eddie flushes; Dustin cackles.

“Fuck off,” Eddie says, but he’s smiling as Dustin keeps laughing, like he knows there’s nothing mean-spirited in it. He keeps going, Steve this, Steve that, talking right over Dustin’s teasing—somehow finding even more moments where Steve truly shines.

And Dustin doesn’t know everything, not even close, but at the very least, he knows that this feels right.

[eddiesxangel]

Could you do a smutty Eddie Munson fic where he’s your older brother’s bsf?

maybe reader has had a crush on Eddie for a while and when she finally decides to move on and date someone Eddie gets jealous?

What Eddie Doesn’t Know | Eddie x f!reader

AN: I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took a while to complete. Thank you for the request; I haven’t been inspired by anything non-Christmas-themed in a while. I was literally barking at the trope.

wc: 7.1k oops

Cw: f!reader, reader is 19 and in collage and Eddie is 22 and a full time mechanic, reader goes by a nickname, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, angst, cheating (on the reader but not by Eddie), smut (pet names, oral, dirty talk, p in v), the fluffy ending!

Pathetic. That was how you felt at this moment in time. Here you were at your college homecoming party, and all you could do was be a wallflower, watching in self-pity as the love of your life. ( who doesn’t know is the love of your life) is pressed up on some girl in the back of the room.

"What are you doin' here, Tink?" you pop out of your daze to see your older brother, Adam, addressing you.

Did your parents name you Tink? No. Were you so obsessed with Peter Pan as a child you demanded to go by Tinkerbell? Yes. The nickname kinds just stuck.

"I go here?" You sass him back.

"This party is for upperclassmen only. How did you get in?" Adam was only three years older.

"Eddie's here, and he doesn't even attend school..." You gave him a pointed look.

"Yeah, cuz he is my best friend... like I said, how did you get in?"

"It's a house party, not Studio 54... I walked in."

"I'm going to kill Cory," He mumbled under his breath. Cory was supposed to be manning the door.

"Yeah, you should definitely get better security, all I had to do was let him feel up my tits, and we walked right on in..."

The Neanderthal didn't actually touch you, but the look on Adam's face when you let Adam believe he did? Priceless. You only lied so Adam would leave you alone.

What actually happened was you, Nancy, and Robin scaled the fence and got in through the back door.

"Cory!" Before you knew it, Adam was out of your hair, and you were back to being a wallflower….

"Tink there you are! You wanna continue to mope in the corner, or do you wanna get out of here?" your two best friends/roomies, Robin and her girlfriend Nancy, approach you.

"I guess let's just go." you sigh.

You can no longer bear the sight of Eddie, the boy you've been crushing on since the sixth grade, and your older brother’s best friend, leading the random girl up the stairs hand in hand.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of her hands running all over his body, how he would be on her, kissing her... inside of her. He didn't even know you were here... You should have gone up to him, maybe said hello. Perhaps he would have seen the ridiculous amount of effort you put into your ensemble just to catch his eye. But your efforts were lacking because, to him, you're always going to be Adam's annoying little sister.

You knew you had to get over this, but how could you? He has been in your life for fifteen years and always will be. Adam and Eddie have been friends for as long as you can remember. Your brother stuck by him throughout Eddie's family struggles. Your parents even took him in for a few weeks before CPS found his uncle took over full custody. He was basically your big brother, too, until your pesky teenage hormones started to kick in, and boom! You've been head over heels ever since.

''Good, let's get some greasy burgers and fries to end the night, ok?" Robin smiled.

In the 24-hour diner on campus, you were sitting at your regular booth with the girls across from you, eating your feelings, trying not to think about what Eddie was doing with that girl.

"So that party was a bust, huh?" Nancy spoke first.

"Yeah, totally... probably because Adam's house hosted." You giggled.

"Not to mention Eddie still didn't see you -OUCH." Robin looked over at Nancy, who was giving her a look of distaste. "Sorry, I meant he is an idiot, and you need to get over him! There are plenty of eligible guys on campus who you could date!"

"Even though my girlfriend is being is harsh, she is right, Tink. It's been so long, and you'll kill yourself over this if you keep this up."

"Ugh, I know! Do you think I'm a masochist or something? I hate to break it to you, but I do not enjoy this. I hate it. I hate that he is the one I think about every day when I wake up. I hate it when I go to sleep; he is the last person on my mind. He takes over my thoughts, and I don't know how to stop it!" You shove a fry into your mouth so you can take a breather.

"What if we found you a new guy? Someone to take your mind off Eddie?" Nancy perked up at her idea.

You heard the diner doorbells chime from behind you.

"I don't know..." Putting all your time and energy into someone new seemed like a lot of emotional work you wanted to avoid going through.

"Yes! Oh my god, Tink, you have to. It's the only way you'll get over him!"

"Get over who?" The silky, sweet voice of a male came from behind you.

You and the girls froze as Eddie, your brother, and a few other guys approached the table.

"No one." You mumbled, trying to fight off the blood rushing across your chest and cheeks.

"You can tell us, Tink! Who are we fighting?" Eddie laughed.

"Tink? What kind of stupid name is that?" one of Adam's jerk friends spoke.

"Excuse me?" you turn to see the guy you've never met.

You heard Adam burst out laughing with the rest of them, but not Eddie.

"Hey man, not cool!" Eddie stood up for you.

And there went the butterflies in your stomach. Eddie was always your protector. Even as kids, when Adam picked on you, he always stood up for you. Even if you weren't around, Eddie always put Adam in his place when it came to you.

You saw, out of the corner of your eye, Eddie shifted his weight down so he could sit beside you. Then, you felt a protective arm wrap around your shoulder.

Fuck. This shit right here is why you can never get over Eddie Munson.

You dared to look up; there he was in all his glory. The way the fluorescent light from above had cast down on him made him look like an angel. He smiled at you, but not before you noticed the dishevelled sex hair he tried to fix and the small amount of pink lipstick that stained the skin on his neck that he didn't quite get off. And the smell… sickly sweet perfume that was definitely not his signature musk.

You quickly turn your head back to your plate because you think you're about to puke up everything you just ingested…

"You, if you don't leave us alone." Robin piped up. She saw the look of pure disappointment in your eyes. You didn't need Eddie to rub in the fact that he hooked up with someone, especially since now he is smelling like a cheap hooker.

Robin and Nancy thought it was incredibly rude of your brother to flaunt Eddie in front of you like this. Of course, he knew your mega super infinity crush on his best friend. Yet here he is with his drunk-ass buddies, antagonizing you about the guy you needed to get over.

"Woah, Birdie, take it easy; we are just saying hello," Adam chimed in.

“You said hello at the party. Now leave!” You gritted through your teeth.

“You were at the party?” Eddie asked. His voice hitched high. High enough, it was embarrassingly so. Thankfully, his friends were too drunk and hungry to realize. A deep blush crossed his face when he saw you noticed the tone in his voice change. You just have a slight nod and continue to play with the food on your plate.

That’s why you were so dressed up. Eddie thought you looked so pretty, too pretty to be sad about some looser in a diner at one in the morning.

"Do we have a problem here?" A voice none of you recognized came from the booth beside you.

You all look over and see a cute guy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing your school's rugby jersey. He was so not your type, but you can still admire beauty for what it is. He was a jock; that was clear as he stood up. He was big, more significant than your brother and Eddie, that's for sure.

"Nah, man, it's cool. This is my little sister and her friends." Adam slurs. Clearly, he had more shots since he left you to find Cory.

"I don't care who you are. You're clearly bothering them."

"It's okay, they were just leaving," Nancy said confidently.

"Whatever, let's go, guys," Adam commanded the pac, but Eddie lingered. He didn't like this blondie guy. He didn't like the way he was looking at you.

"Ed, come on!'

Eddie got up and slowly made his way to his friends.

"I'm Jesse," Eddie heard the musclehead speak, and he cringed internally. Something wasn't right. The feelings of anger and protectiveness were filling his mind.

Eddie looked back again and saw you smelling at the stranger as he reached out to shake your hand before sitting beside you.

What kind of freak is alone in a diner at 1:15 am? Eddie thought.

But it didn't seem to phase you or the girls; you were all blinded by his shiny hair and pearly white smile.

Eddie walked out and felt like he wanted to punch something. He needed to get away. He needed to know what the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way? Why were you the one causing him distress? You were just Tink? Or so Eddie thought.

Jesse turned out to be really cool. You exchanged numbers, and he asked you to go to the movies next Friday. You hadn’t been on a date in forever; you had been so hung up on Eddie that any other guy seemed uninteresting. But this time, you were determined that Jesse would be the one to break the cycle. He was much different than you’re generally into, but you have some of the same interests, like movies and music, so you thought you’d go for it.

Jesse picked you up, bought the tickets, and insisted on buying the snacks and drinks. He held your hand and then slowly made his way to wrap his arm around your shoulder. It gave you butterflies you hadn’t felt from anyone else. Before you knew it, you willingly leaned in to make out with him in the back of the theatre.

You were so focused on Jesse that you didn’t notice Eddie was also on a date in the same theatre. But Eddie noticed you. He was seething the whole time. He didn’t pay any attention to his date or the movie. He hogged the popcorn and munched away as he watched you giggle and flirt with the blockhead jock. Eddie didn’t care that he had pissed off his date. He hardly said two words to her when they parted ways, not even offering to drive her home.

He didn’t want to go out with her but had hooked up with her at the party and felt terrible about it then. Now, he can’t even remember her name or why he went upstairs with her in the first place.

You were there, at the party, but he didn’t see you. Now he sees you everywhere, and it’s pissing him off. Why were you on his mind all of the time? For the past week, why have his dreams been consumed by you and you alone? Why did he want to hold you, be with you, talk to you, dare he say… kiss you? You were Adam’s little sister. Well, not so little anymore. You were a late bloomer, but boy, did you bloom.

Eddie hated how the blonde meathead’s hand rested too low on your back. His hands grazed your skirt a little too closely. Eddie wanted to jump the guy, but he couldn’t. He was twice his size. He would be pulverized, and that would be mortifying in front of you. You wouldn’t want him like that anyway, even if he did win in a fight over you!

What the fuck was Eddie thinking? He wasn't… that's the problem. He's now thinking about getting into a physical altercation over you. He isn't able to sleep now without thinking about you. He needed to get his head on straight and quit fucking around. He hoped that if he just focused on the cars at work, this little thing would go away on its own. Maybe he can't remember that he had slipped and hit his head? Yeah, that's it. He hit his head, and now his brain is just confused. He didn't like you like that! This will all go away by tomorrow.

Wrong.

Eddie was plagued with thoughts of you. He caught himself in numerous daydreams about you while doing mindless tuneups and tire changes at the shop. It was getting out of hand; it’s been another week, and he still can’t get you off his mind… Eddie needed to be proactive. The guys were starting to give him shit about it too. They knew he was focused on a girl. They could sense it.

There was another party tonight that Adam mentioned. He will go home and get cleaned up. Then he will go to the party, he will find a nice pretty girl who will let him bury himself inside her, to forget about his thoughts of splitting your open with his cock, and this will all be over.

You walked into the party hand in hand with Jesse. He was starting to make waves in your life, being only two weeks, but still. He would walk you to your classes and help you study in the library. He would walk you home and kiss you goodbye like the perfect gentleman. He hadn't tried making any advances as of yet. The two of you had only made it to first base. Maybe tonight you would get lucky? You felt ready.

“You want something to drink?” Jesse guided you to the kitchen.

The house was hot and sticky; you were worried about your hair getting frizzy. You worked so hard on it to look good for Jesse. He even complimented it when he picked you up. Forever the gentleman.

“Whatever they have is good.” You smiled up at him.

As the two of you walked into the packed kitchen, you tried to squeeze your way around but got stuck in the crowd. It was much easier for Jesse to get by just with his size alone.

“Excuse me,” you repeated three times, but no one was budging.

“You should be a little bit more assertive,” the voice behind you said. It sent a shiver down your spine.

As you turned, you saw Eddie smirking down at you. He was drunk. You could see that and smell it.

“Hi, Eddie.” You smiled meekly before you felt the weight of Jesse’s arm wrap around you, passing you your drink.

“There you are,” Jesse smiled. "Who's this?"

"That's just Eddie...Eddie, Jesse. Jesse, Eddie." You introduced awkwardly.

Just Eddie. The words stung.

"How do the two of you know each other?" Jesse gestures between the two of you.

"Brothers best friend." You smile.

"That's all I am to you? You wound me, Tink."

The fuck was that supposed to mean?

"Eddie, man! I got us two hotties over by the pool. Let's go!" In comes your obnoxious brother with perfect timing, as always.

"I guess I'll see you around." Eddie sighed.

"Nice meeting you, man." Jesse stuck out his hand.

"Whatever." Eddie brushed him off and left with Adam.

"I'm sorry about him. That was very rude. I don't?- He's usually not like that?"

"It's okay; I can tell a jealous guy when I see one." Jesse shrugged.

You almost spat out your drink. "Jealous?!"

"Oh, it's clear as day, honey."

"No... there is no way. He's never and will never like me... like that." It broke your heart to say that out loud. Your chest felt so heavy as the words came out of your mouth.

As the rest of the night went on, you and Eddie tried avoiding one another like the plague. Those words about him being jealous were swimming around in your head for most of the night, and Eddie was trying to avoid his feelings by being with another girl, but not one stood out to him.

Adam tried getting lucky but struck out when Eddie refused to go with the friend.

"What the fuck is your problem, man? She was like a solid eight out of ten."

"I wasn't into it..." Eddie's eyes found you, and he couldn't break his gaze. You were curled up in the blockhead's lap, sitting by the fire pit, all cozy and giggly. What he would give to have you in his arms like that.

"Oh fuck, not you now." Adam groaned in frustration, seeing where Eddie's googly eyes were directed.

"Huh?" Eddie said absentmindedly, not really paying attention.

"You can't be serious?! That's my little sister, dude; come on!" Adam was always one for the dramatics; that's why he and Edie got on so well.

"Woah, man, I never said anything about your sister."

"Well, it sure is clear by the way you're making heart eyes at her."

"Yeah, right," Eddie scoffed.

"Trust me, dude, it's that same way she looks at you." Adman shook his head. He thought he would be clear of this. That this would never happen, and yet here it is, happening.

"Wait, what? What do you mean?-"

"She's been in love with you since she was twelve... come one like you didn't know?"

"No way, you smoked too much tonight, or something? Maybe my stuff is off?"

"She likes you, dude. Never fucking shuts up about you."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't think it was relevant... I was never going to allow her to be with you! You serious? It's Tink, she's so...ew. You're so above that."

"She's not ew," Eddie snapped. He hated how hard Adam had always been on you.

"Whatever, man, too late now. About time she has moved on."

Eddie stood up and walked out of the party without a word. He heard Adam call out, but he ignored him completely. He needed to process what Adam told him. He needed to sober up so he could think clearly. He needed to either make you his or find a way to get over you... and fast.

That night of the party, you didn't end up getting lucky. You tried making advances, but you inevitably were shot down. He said he didn't want your first time to be when you both had been drinking and in some random bathroom. So you accepted it, even though your horny gremlin was starting to come back to life. But what did happen was he asked you to make it official with him, and you said yes!

Tonight, you had to leave the apartment for your roommate's sake. It was their anniversary, and you told them you could have the place to themselves for a romantic evening. When you told Jesse, your new boyfriend, you needed a place to crash, he offered you his bed. You would go to your classes and then return to his for your first sleeepover as a couple. You were so excited!

Jesse ended class at one in the afternoon that day, and you ended at five, so it worked out perfectly. Luckily enough for you, your professor for your last lecture was ill, so they cancelled class that day. You thought it would be fun to surprise him by showing up early.

When you got to his house, his roommate let you in and said he was in his room with his friend Connor. So when you knocked on the door and walked in a few seconds later, you did not expect to see the two men in bed, naked...

You screamed and covered your eyes, absolutely mortified that you had walked in on them. You were so unbelievably hurt that you had been deceived. Why would he ask you to be exclusive if he was sleeping around?! And on the night when you thought you would get to have sex with your new boyfriend.

You did not give Jesse any time to explain himself as he tried to get out of the tangled sheets and arms of the other man. You heard your name being called out, but you ran out of there like a bat out of hell.

Tears stung your cheeks as the cold autumn air began to settle in. The rumble of the dark clouds was also looking quite ominous.

Just your luck. Of course, you would find your boyfriend in the arms of another man, and of course, the universe would make you walk him in the rain. How poetic.

A crack of thunder rumbled in the distance, and that's when the rain came down in buckets. At least it could cover up your tears. You continued walking, but you couldn't think of a place to go? You could not ruin your roommate's night. There is no way Adam would let you stay in his frat house, not that you would want to anyway, and your friends from the class went home for the weekend. Shit... maybe you could spend the majority of the night in the diner and then just walk home really late once they were defiantly sleeping. But your clothes were soaked and---

“Tink, what’s wrong?” you were snapped out of your thoughts by none other than the man who was the cause of this whole mess.

Eddie rolled down the work van window. He was covered in motor oil and dirty from working all day. His muscles ached, and he badly needed a hot shower, but now all he could focus on was you and why you were upset.

“Leave me alone, Eddie.” He hadn’t ever heard you speak to him like this?

“Tink, come on, it’s a literal thunder storm. Let me take you home.”

“Can’t, girls are having date night… told them to have the place to themselves.” You continued to walk as the chill from the rain was beginning to seep through to your bones. Your teeth betray you as the chatter starts.

“Where were you supposed to be right now?”

“None of your business!”

“Tink, don’t make me pull over!”

“Screw you, Eddie!”

“That’s it.” Eddie parked the car and got out. “You’re coming with me.” Eddie picked you up over his shoulder, and you let out a screech.

“Eddie! Put me down, you caveman!” You screamed. If anyone saw you, it looked like you were being kidnapped and taken into a murder van.

“No, can do Tink. I’m taking you home to warm you up. Then you’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on.” He commanded. And if you weren’t so mad, you’d say you were a little turned on by his voice.

You hear the car door open before he plops you into the passenger seat.

“Get in” he points to your legs hanging out of the car.

“Make me.” you shiver.

“You’re being such a child! Let me help you.”

“Fine!” You swing your legs into the van, and Eddie slams the door closed, making you wince.

The car ride was quiet besides the radio and your chattering teeth. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but it was of no help. Your t-shirt and jeans clung to you like a second skin, and the car heater was only blowing cool air. You swore you thought your nipples could cut glass.

Eddie said nothing as he tugged you over on the bench seat and wrapped a warm arm around you. You broke out into another chill, but this time, you weren't sure if it was from the rain or from Eddie.

Even though Eddie was self-conscious of smelling like motor oil and body odour, he was more worried about you catching hypothermia.

Once you were inside Eddie's warm apartment, he noticed how your body was on display. You would be the clear winner if you were in a wet t-shirt contest, that's for sure. Eddi's eyes were wide with desire, but he returned to reality when you asked if you could use his shower to warm up.

Eddie nodded absentmindedly as he thought about you being naked in his shower.

"Uh, you mind if I borrow a towel and some dry clothes? I have mine, but they got soaked through my overnight bag..."

"Yeah! Uh- I mean, sure, yeah, whatever..."

You blushed slightly at Eddie, trying to play it cool. He ran to his bedroom and returned with a handful of different fabrics. You took them and then headed into the bathroom.

The hot water defrosted your bones, and when you stepped into Eddie's clothes, his sent hit you like a tidal wave. You brought the old black corroded coffin band tee that he had from high school up to your nose and inhaled deeply. You felt immediate comfort being here, with Eddie, wearing his clothes.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, hair wrapped in the towel, Eddie couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.

"Not a word," you warn.

Eddie mock zipped his lips, then gestured to the couch for you to sit beside him.

"Sorry about being a pain earlier; you caught me at a really, really bad time."

"It's okay, Tink, you're here with me now; that's all that matters." Eddie let the towel around your head fall back so he could see your natural hair. "You wanna tell me what happened? I've never seen you so upset."

"You shook your head no, "It's too embarrassing."

"Come on, it's me we are talking about here."

You paused for a deep breath and decided to just lay it all out on the table... how much worse could it get, right?

“You remember Jesse, right?” Eddie could feel his fist tightening, but he said nothing while nodding his head with a tight lip. What the fuck did he do to you? “Well, he asked me to be his girlfriends no less than a week ago, and I was supposed to spend the night at his place… but I went over early and found him in bed with… someone.” Eddie went to say something but realized you weren’t finished and let you continue.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?! I finally get a boyfriend, and the moment I want to actually sleep with someone who isn’t you, they are in the arms of someone else! Am I really that undesirable?! I was practically throwing myself at him, and it turns out he was fucking his “friend” the whole time.”

You had missed your slip-up, but Eddie hadn't. Eddie didn’t hear anything after “I want to sleep with someone who isn’t you,”

So Adam was right…

“Eddie? Eddddiiieee?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face to try and get back his attention.

Great, so now you’re undesirable AND boring.

“Sorry what?”

“Forget it… you don’t wanna hear about my pitty party. I’ll call a cab and head back to… oh shit, I can’t even go home!”

“Stay here.”

“Eddie, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Yes. Stay. Take my bed; I’ll take the couch.”

“Eddie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, Tink?” He brushed a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, and those pesky butterflies erupted within your core.

“Because…” because I’m in love with you and don’t know if I can hold back my feelings any longer.

“Exactly, you can’t come up with one. Let me take care of you.” Eddie’s voice dropped an octave.

A chill travelled down your spine. His touch is electric. Any time you’re with Eddie, your body feels like it’s been recharged.

As you gaze into Eddie’s eyes, this undeniable magnetic pull connects you. Was he leaning in? Or were you? Maybe it was the both of you? There was little to no space between you. Never in a million years did you think you would be sitting here, alone with Eddie in his apartment.

“I should get cleaned up,” Eddie whispered. He was so close you could taste the spearmint Nicorette gum he had been chewing. It took everything in his power to pull away. He wanted to kiss you so very badly, but he got a whiff of himself, and he needed to wash up. I would be unfair to you.

“Oh, okay,” you breathed in, and Eddie slid back.

“You can make yourself at home, okay? Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be 10 minutes.”

Eddie was freaking out in the shower, and you were freaking out in the kitchen. While Eddie scrubbed his skin so hard he thought he would scrub it off completely, you went to the fridge to find anything to help calm your nerves.

There wasn’t anything in the fridge, but the freezer, on the other hand... Bingo. You poured yourself a shot of vodka and almost threw up, but you held it together with a chaser of orange juice. You took one more for good measure and then made your way back to the couch. As you waited for your liquid courage to kick in, you flicked around on the TV but didn’t really pay much attention. Your thoughts were swimming with questions and possible scenarios that could play out this evening.

You were taken away from your inner thoughts when Eddie exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You tried not to make it obvious, but the alcohol clouded your awareness of your face.

“Sorry, I left my clothes in the bedroom” he saw you eye fucking him and gave a little smirk.

“It’s okay. Totally okay.” you sighed.

The sight of his wet, bare torso makes your heart race, his flesh covered in goosebumps, his nipples perked, and his hair soaked yet still so sexy. Your stomach simultaneously flip-flopped. And as for your pussy… well, she got a little excited at the heavenly sight in front of you.

“Yeah,” You wanna see more, Tink? Eddie thought to himself.

“Yeah.” You sighed before he disappeared into his bedroom.

Minutes later, Eddie returned, and the two of you acted as if nothing happened. Neither of you willing to break the tension first. So you both sat silently, watching some random TV movie while you prayed to come up with something to discuss. You wanted to talk so badly with him.

“This couch is pretty lumpy; it wouldn’t be fair to make you sleep on it.” You felt terrible that he offered his bed. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Nope. No way.” Eddie shook his head.

“Eddie.” You huffed.

“Tink,” he mocked back.

“You need a good sleep! You work a strenuous job…And my back can take it.”

I bet your back could take it, Eddie thought.

“You calling me old, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart, your stomach did a flip-flop again.

“No.” You snicker at his accusation.

“I don’t think I believe you” Eddie’s tone dropped again.

“Well, I’m not letting up”

“Neither am I; you’re sleeping in my bed whether I’m on it or not.

“Oh...”

“Yeah, oh.” Eddie sat back and the both of you finished the movie in silence.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but Eddie shook your shoulder awake.

“Come on Tinkerbell we are going to bed.” You think you hear Eddie whisper.

Were you dreaming? Did Eddie just tell you the two of you were going to bed?

“Mmm?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch, remember? Don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily.”

“Okay, Eddie, “ you agreed in your sleepy haze.

You feel his arm wrap under yours as he helps you off the couch.

“There you go.” Eddie coos as he places you down gently.

The moment your head hits the pillow, you’re suddenly wide awake. You’re in Eddie’s bed. Eddie is getting in next to you.

“Figured we would compromise.” He slid next to you but over the covers with a throw blanket.

“Thanks for letting me stay… and giving me a shoulder to cry on.” You cringed with embarrassment at the last part. “You seem to always be there for me…” you turn to your side to face Eddie.

“I’ll always be there for you, Tink, whether you like it or not…” Eddie also turns so he is facing you.

“Eddie.” Your breath hitched.

“Yes Tink.”

Fuck are you really going to spill your guts to him here and now?

“I… I wanna-need to tell you something.” You close your eyes, not daring to look at him.

“I think I might have an idea.”

“You-what?” Eyes still closed

You feel the bed shift and feel Eddie's warm breath fan your lips.

“Do you trust me?” Eddie whispered.

You aren’t brave enough to speak. So you tentatively nod your head yes.

“Do you trust me, Tink? I need you to say it.” He asked once more.

You slowly opened your eyes and bravely opened your mouth. “Yes, Ed’s, I trust you.”

A slight smile graces Eddie’s before you watch him lean in with a pucker.

Your heart skipped a beat the moment his lips touched yours.

Holy shit.

Eddie Munson was kissing you. Eddie Munson, your older brother's best friend, who you’ve been in love with for seven years, is now kissing you… in his bed… late at night… with no one else around. It was like fireworks were going off. It was everything you ever wanted and more.

It was all you had ever dreamed of, and now he was blowing your expectations out of the water. You had to have more. You needed this to last forever.

Your hands moved up to cup his face. His cheeks were rough with stubble, contrasting his soft plush lips. Eddie shifted closer to you. You could feel his body through the thick blankets that separated the two of you, but you wanted to be closer to him. You threw the blankets and all caution to the wind when you shifted to wrap your legs around him.

Eddie rolled so he was on top of you. To your surprise, you felt his firm cock pressed to your thigh, which made you moan softly.

“Fucking hell, Tink”

“Eddie, please, I need you.”

“Didn’t take you long to beg,” he chuckled darkly.

“Well, it took you long enough to see me.”

Eddie gazed into your eyes like he was looking at you for the first time. Like really seeing you. He muttered your name, your real name, for the first time, and you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your face before you strained your neck to take his lips once more.

Eddie’s strong hands grazed your waist and settled on your hips, pinning you down to the mattress. His weight is entirely on you now. Your knees hitched up, and you opened your hips more to give him more room.

“Eddie,” you gasped into his mouth. Eddie ground his hips into yours, and you let out another soft moan.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You, it’s always been you.” You confessed.

Eddie didn’t say anything in reply but instead worked his fingers to the waistband of his sweatpants that you dawned.

“This okay?”

“Oh my god, yes,” you rushed. You’ve waited too long for this moment.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Don’t be mean,” You shove the pants off your ankles and go for your shirt.

“Wait… let me.” Eddie sat up so you could as well. His hands brushed the hem and slowly pulled the shirt he let you borrow off of you.

He took in your naked frame in front of him.

Shit, you weren’t wearing your panties this whole time? They must have been soaked as well from the rain. Eddie thought.

Eddie saw you shy away as you sat there naked in front of the boy you loved as he took you all in.

It didn’t take long before Eddie’s hands roamed your skin, finding your breasts.

“You’re so soft.” Eddie moaned into your neck as he took in the fact that you now smelled like him. He sent all over you; he was feral. He needed to claim you as his own. How could he be so blind all these years? You were perfect; you were everything he ever wanted.

“Do you like soft?”

“Very much so.”

Eddie melted into you once more as he travelled down your body, kissing and nipping at every inch. You softly moaned when he flicked your nipples with his tongue, and you really moaned when he reached your wet pussy.

How Eddie loved the noises he was pulling from you. He would do anything to make you sing for him.

“You like that baby? You want me to touch you… here?” His index finger grazed your wet slit.

“Yes” you replied quickly, a little too quickly.

“Good, I don’t know what I would have done if you said no.”

You giggled, but it was cut off by the feeling of Eddie’s fingertips grazing your clit.

You’d daydreamed countless times about how his fingers would feel while you watched him while he and your brother jammed in your garage.

He circled your clit before dipping his head down to kiss your lower lips. Reality hit you once again. Eddie was eating you out. Eddie was eating you out like a man starved, in fact. How was he so good at this? Scratch that you didn’t want to know. Your thoughts slowed down as Eddie’s thick fingers entered your wet hole.

“Eddie!” You yelled with pleasure.

“Oh yes, sweetheart, say my name.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you replayed like a mantra.

As his fingers grazed that spot that only you managed to find when you were alone in your bed, exploring your body. You fell apart in his hands.

“Your pussy grips me so good, god I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Please, Eddie,” you begged in your blissed-out daze.

“Let me hear it again,” he smirked.

“I need you, please. I want your cock so badly."

“Mmmmmm, as you wish.” he pulled back so he could strip. You watched as his tight muscles flexed as he pulled off his shirt, then scrunched as he bent over to take off his bottoms.

His cock sprung out of their confines, and your breath hitched for what you thought was at least the fourth time that night.

You’ve imagined what it would look like, but none of the times ever did you imagine he was this hung. No wonder he was so confident and cocky around women. It was long, thick, and straight. No curvatures, just pure rod.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit,” you blurt out, not thinking.

“Don’t worry, Baby. It’ll fit.” he slunk back down on you, peppering your lips with more sensual kisses. His fingers travelled down to your pussy, stretching you out again, only this time, he used 3 fingers to make sure you were nice and ready.

“Please, I’m ready” You ground your pussy into Eddie’s hand.

Eddie reached over into his drawer, pulled out a condom, and slipped it over his shaft as quickly as possible. Seemed that he was just as eager as you.

Eddie kissed you hard as his cock slipped past your wet folds and inside, splitting you open. The wonderful burn of his cock burying itself inside of you. What could you say? It had been a while, and Eddie was the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Slowly,” you guided Eddie as he rocked his hips, giving you time to adjust.

“God, you’re so tight”

“Mmmphmm”

“Your noises are so pretty.” Eddie tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.

Eddie took your breath away as he looked into your eyes. He was being so soft and gentle with you as if you could break.

“Eddie, please.”

“I got you, Princess”

Eddie rocked his hips with more emphasis; his body was moulding into yours. As his cock grazed your tight walls, you felt your body was brought to life.

“Oh fuck” your words slipped, not even realizing you were speaking.

“Come’on baby, let me hear you”

“You’re making me feel so good, Eddie!”

“More, tell me who you belong to.”

“ You! always been you, Eddie, please, I wanna come. Please make me cum on your cock.”

“Good girl. You’re being so good, f’me” Eddie's hips slapped into the backs of your thighs, and he plummeted into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

Eddie grabbed the backs of your knees and pushed them back to your shoulders, only making the angle more delicious as he fucked you. He watched as his cock disappeared into your wanton pussy. He watched as you clenched down on his cock, and he almost lost it as he tried not to cum right then and there.

“Fuck me, Tink! Your pussy is too good,” he gritted through his teeth, trying to keep the pace without blowing his load.

“Eddie!” Your body was on fire as his cock continuously hit your g spot. Your lower belly tingled as the feeling of your orgasm built up again.

“You close, baby?”

“Yes”

“Cum for me.”

“More, I need more.”

Eddie slipped his hand between you and gently circled your clit once again.

You moan, cockdrunk as your body begins to spasm around Eddie’s cock.

“Yes, that’s it, come on baby. Keep cuming. That’s my girl.”

Your eyes roll back into your head, and you clamp your jaw. Every muscle tightens and clenches as your second orgasm rips through you.

“Good girl. Good fuckin girl.” Eddie praises as he empties himself into the condom.

After a few moments of the two of you catching your breath and Eddie discarding the used condom, you break the silence.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you chuckled in disbelief.

“Adam is going to kill me,” Eddie laughed.

“Good, I’ve been meaning to get him back. You roll over to snuggle in his arms.

“And to think you were supposed to be in another man’s bed tonight.” Eddie hated that idea.

“At least I ended up in the right man’s bed.”

Part 2

Tagging those who seemed interested: @lofaewrites @lavendermunson @imyourdaninow @itsfreakingbats @allthingsjoeq

[littlexdeaths]

i think they deserve some good ole’ love making, don’t you?

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), eddie is a pussy drunk lover boy, riding, unprotected piv sex, cream pie and just some over all cuteness… they deserve it <3

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

a/n: big thank you again to the loml @strangerstilinski , also i totally picture time of the season by the zombies playing on the radio during this chapter… enjoy freaks xx.

the sweltering august nights had finally faded into a more tolerable autumn, the leaves beginning to bloom in a array of yellows and reds.

after your disaster of a date at the hawk a few weeks prior, you both agreed to meet exclusively at eddie’s trailer from now on. as it was the one place that was safe from the prying eyes of your brother.

so far anyway.

the cool september breeze that filters through his cracked window offers you some reprieve from the rising temperatures in his bedroom.

his hands are everywhere, gentle and warm as they kept your hips pressed into his mattress. the radio is playing softly in the background, an oldies station that neither of you cared to change.

as the both of you far too preoccupied with the weight of his ribs between your hips.

his tongue continues to lap against your overly sensitive core, already having coaxed two orgasms from you in the last half hour alone. your fingers are buried in his hair, curls mussed from your constant tugging and damp from sweat.

your soft whine of his name has his head lifting, flushed cheek pressing into the meat of your thigh. his pupils are blown out and glassy, your juices that are smeared across his chin shine in the muted light of his bedside lamp. the colorful handkerchief draped over it casts him in a soft pink glow.

and he’s never looked so beautiful to you before.

“c’mere,” you plead.

he’s crawling up your body without another word, lips locking with yours. he kisses you deeply, hips rutting against yours with fervent need. the feeling has you gasping into his mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

another pointed roll of his hips has your fingers sliding down his bare chest and lightly pushing against it. eddie pulls back slightly, the worry that fills his features quickly dissolves when he takes in your lustful expression.

“lay back for me, handsome.” your words come out soft, but more desperate than you intended.

and eddie, eager to please as always, just flops down on the mattress beside you. he just gazes up at you, doe-eyes filled with devotion as you place your palm on his chest and move to straddle his waist.

you can feel the flutter of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, chest rising and falling as you seat yourself on top of him.

you’re both treading in uncharted waters, but the encouraging look in his eyes helps to keep you afloat.

an experimental drag of your hips has him groaning, rough fingers splaying over the tops of your thighs. you can feel him— hard, heavy and straining beneath the fabric of his boxers. the thin layer is the only thing separating your bodies now.

the mixture of your slick and his saliva soaks into the checkered fabric, allowing you to glide your hips more easily against his shaft. the damp material catches against your clit in just the right way, pulling a whiny moan from your throat.

“that’s it,” he mumbles, helping to guide your hips. “take what you need, baby.”

your hands that are resting on his chest suddenly dip lower, the male helping to lift your hips so you can tug his boxers down his thighs. when eddie moves to kick them off the rest of the way, the sudden motion has you tumbling forward and accidentally knocking your heads together.

“whoops,” you breathe as you lean back, cradling your forehead in the palm of your hand. “sorry… you okay?”

your lips jut out in a small pout, suddenly worried that you ruined the moment due to your inherent clumsiness.

he glances up at you before licking his lips, “it’s hard to say…” his brows then quirk up beneath his bangs, a breath blowing past his spit-slick lips.

“but y’know, now that you mention it…”

he draws it out, an over dramatic lilt beginning to bleed into his voice.

“i am starting to feel a bit woozy.” he pauses, before the corner of his mouth turns up in a cheeky grin. “not from a concussion, of course, but having a pretty thing like you on my lap is—”

and quickly shut him up with a kiss, feeling the laugh that rumbles through his chest.

“you’re such a shit head,” you giggle, nipping at his lower lip.

“oh yeah, keep talking to me like that, sweet thing.” he teases, “you know how that gets me going.”

feeling suddenly emboldened you reach between your bodies, grasping his hardened length in your palm. his answering groan only encourages you to grip it fully as you sit back up.

you nudge the reddened tip through your drenched folds, mewling softly when you slowly start to sink down onto his thick length.

“that’s it, slide it in— oh fuuuuck,” he all but whines.

you’re panting by the time you’re fully seated, palms resting on the flat of his stomach. his cock is nestled at your deepest point and you swear you’ve never felt so full in your entire life.

eddie regards you with the utmost tenderness as you raise your hips, nearly letting him slip out of you before you’re guiding them back down with a small gasp. your pace is slow but steady, gradually taking him even deeper with each subtle rock of your hips.

your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut as the tip of his cock nudges against your sweet spot. his hands that were resting on your hips begin to trail up your sides, underneath your shirt to kneed your breasts in his warm palms.

“look at you,” he groans, encapturing you in the warmth of his gaze. “… like a goddamn dream, baby.”

you’re far too engulfed in your own pleasure to register anything he’s saying. besides the lewd whimpers that continue to spill past his lips with each rise and fall of your hips. the sensation soon becomes overwhelming in the most intimate way possible.

“god, i love you…”

those three little words slips past his lips before he can stop them. so drunk off the feeling of you wrapped around him that he doesn’t realize he’d actually uttered them aloud.

despite the lustful haze that continues to dull your senses, you suddenly hear him loud and clear.

when your hips gradually increase their pace, your fingers wrap around the chain that has fallen into the hollow of his throat. you grip the guitar pick in your fist, coaxing him up until your clothed chest is pressed against his own and his forehead touches yours.

“say it again,” you plead.

his eyes widen as the realization of what he’d just said finally sinks in. but there’s no trace of fear in them when he cups your cheek in his palm.

“i love you, sweetheart.”

your mouths meet in a sudden clash of tongue and teeth, and he swallows each breathy cry that leaves your swollen lips as you meet your end. he allows you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, panting as he chases his own release.

his thighs tremble and he fists the back of your shirt— keeping you pressed against him as he fills you to the brim. only then does he let the exhaustion take over, both of you falling back into the mattress in a heap of entangled limbs.

you both lay like that for a while, letting your breathing slow as the radio continues to fill the comfortable silence.

when you dare a quick glance up at him, your heart thumps even louder in your chest. his eyes are shut, his wild curls fanning out over the pillowcase. he looks so content you would’ve thought he was sleeping, but the subtle quirk of his lips tells you he’s wide awake.

eddie carefully peeks one eye open and you quickly hide your face back into his shoulder. a deep chuckle rumbles in his throat when he catches you staring, but it still makes his heart flutter beneath his ribs.

when you finally muster the courage to speak, your words are muffled, lips pressed into the sweaty skin of his clavicle.

“i love you too.”

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[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Never Say Die [2]

| Part one | you are here | part 3 | part 4

Everyone seemed to want a part two… so here’s another part! (Also name title comes from a Black Sabbath song lol)

Steve took a few steps in the house. His hands shook as he barely could see through the shirt that was over his face. Concealing his identity from the neighbors. He knows that Hopper and Joyce’s intentions were positive, but his mind was playing tricks on him. For a split second he was back in Russia, blind fold over his eyes as he’s being dragged from a van. Still in his sailer suit. Blood all over his face, the ashes of star-court still lingering on him. Not even given the chance to wash them off on the flight here.

Though When the blindfold is pulled off he’s in the doorway of a very nice home, not in the middle of a Russian cell. He can feel his body shaking a bit from the memory. Before he takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes. All of this seemed a little to easy. What if he was making it all up in his head? What if he was currently in a cell right now losing his mind. He wouldn’t put it past himself. He has had dreams so real about returning home before, to only wake up and get the shit beat out of him.

Hoppers quick to stand in front of him. Protecting him. Steve’s eyes snap open quickly, tears slowly forming in his eyes when he realizes what the older man is doing. It’s been a while since someone’s protected him, and not the other way around. Sure, once upon a time in the prison someone did protect him. But that barely lasted a couple of days before the guy disappeared in the middle of the night. Now Steve knew he fought a demogorgan and lost.

“Mom, what’s going on?” It’s Will’s turn to voice his concern. Steve can’t see him through Hoppers back but he knows how his face is pinched up. Joyce, who was currently standing next to Steve smiles shakily. Tears in her eyes, light footsteps moving fast across the wooden floor start to come in their direction.

“Will, everything’s fine. It’s just.. a surprise guest dropped in. A good surprise. “ Joyce explains putting her hand up. Gesturing for the other to stop. Which is what immediately happens. “Why don’t you go back and tell everyone to go gather in the living room. Let them know we’ll be out in a second.” Joyce instructs. Moving forward out of Steve’s sight. Who can already picture her smoothing the boys hair, wrapping her arms around Will in a comforting manner. Something he’s seen thousands of times and has always envied.

“And tell them, if any of them even think about stepping out of that living room I’ll make sure no one’s allowed to play that Dogs and Donuts game.” Hoppers voice is stern. Steve was standing behind him and it was bringing the fear of god into him. Though he has to hold back laughter because he knows the guy was purposely getting the name wrong.

A few footsteps and seconds past and he can hear Will in the living room. Voices starting to echo through the walls as both of the adults. Who were very concerned, pull Steve into the kitchen. Joyce is already pulling food out for him. Setting a plate on the table within seconds. He hesitates, before he’s moving and awkwardly sitting down. Eyes skimming the room. A habit of his that he’s picked up. Within seconds he already knows where he can exit quickly if it was needed.

“How are you alive?” Hopper asks first, getting straight to the point. Moving and leaning on the table as he looks at Steve with that serious expression again. The same one he held in interrogation rooms.

Steve chuckles shakily, “Russian Prison.” He answers simply before he’s wolfing down his food. He’s sure he was going to throw it up in a little bit anyway. It’s been a long time since he’s had home cooked food. His stomach was already shifting uncomfortably from how much he was eating. “I didn’t die during the explosion thingy, I hopped down and well. Here I am. Woke up in a van in the middle of Russia later on and found my way back home. In quick summary.” Steve explains quickly. Body tense at even the mention of the prison. Thankful for the fact Hopper knew when to back down from something like this. Eyes filled with concern.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks changing the subject.

“We can pull them one at a time in here and have them see you?” Joyce tosses the idea out there.

“No. Just want to rip it off like a bandaid. Get it all done and over with. I cant-” Steve says shakily. Dropping the fork on the plate as he stares down at the table. “I can’t choose who I want to see first. I want to see them all at once or none at all.” He admits. Moving his eyes up to challenge Hopper. Unsure whether or not they were going to allow him to see them. There shouldn’t be doubt in his mind, but there was just a smidge. Hard to trust anyone anymore. He barely knew the two adults in front of him. Only a few awkward conversations in the past.

“Alright… you ready?” Hopper asks. Moving to stand properly. Not even bothering to battle whatever imaginary war that was in Steve’s head. Steve was not ready, he never would be. He moves standing up. Left arm holding his side as he nods his head. Moving to follow the other. Hearing the hushed panicked voices in the living room. A couple curse words following along with them.

Before Steve can get a step in Joyce is stopping him. “Hold on, let me give them a warning.” She smiles softly before turning and moving into the living room. That was still mostly bare from the move in. Steve shakily crosses his arms over his chest as he tries to focus on breathing. He didn’t want to freak out to much while everyone was. He had to be the emotional rock. He looks down at the floor, not wanting to look up at Hopper. Faintly listening to Joyce begin to ramble right behind him.

“So… this wasn’t planned at all. It’s news to me.” She sounded like she was crying already. “But- this person. You aren’t expecting him and I know some of you are going to be excited to see him but he has some injuries. So maybe try not to jump him or overwhelm him.” Joyce warns. Everyone’s already starting to ask questions all at once. “I’m serious guys. He came from god knows where, doing god knows what.” She says finally hushing the crowd down.

Steve finally gets his signal from Hopper. His hands were shaking as he moves. Carefully limping a bit to the doorway. One hand on his side as he leans on it. Eyes landing on everyone in the room. Searching for Dustin and Robin. “Where’s Henderson?” Is his first question. Eyes squinting trying to see, his vision wasn’t nearly as good as what it used to be. Along with the fact he could barely hear out of his right ear. But thanks to the amazing government he was able to get a hearing aid fitted.

He knew that everyone was going to be shocked, but the way everyone’s faces go white makes a shiver go up his spine. All color leaving the room with the acceptation of Eddie and the boy with long silky hair. Both who didn’t know him. Steve’s looking around the group, to many faces and reactions overwhelming him before he sees Dustin throwing himself at him. Moving away from Eddie, who was stunned by how fast the kid could move.

Before he could tackle Steve, Hoppers catching him as says something. Dustin’s already in tears as he moves more carefully as he still hugs him. Steve’s hands shakily wrapping themselves around him, only taking a second before he’s tightly hugging the boy. Squeezing his eyes shut as he feels like one of the numerous missing pieces was just placed in his heart. He didn’t realize how much he missed the little shit until now.

“I watched you die.” Dustin sobs, body shaking in Steve’s arms. Steve feels like a leaf, he’s close to falling from the effort to keep them both up. He’s in tears himself, when he catches the green of his letterman jacket walking in from the other side of the room. Coming from the bathroom most likely.

“What’s happening?” Robins voice is loud and clear as she looks at everyone. Not given a chance to process Steve standing in the walkway.

“Didn’t figure you to be a basketball jock there buck.” Steve laughs softly. Watching as it all hits her as well. And she’s already sprinting, squirming out of Hoppers reach as she nearly tackles Steve and Dustin.

“Ow ow ow, I think you guys just turned my lungs to dust.” He gasps in pain. Both of them stepping back from him as he nearly falls. Holding his side, as he try’s to steady his breathing.

“Here let’s get you sitting.”

Steve nods his head as he moves to Joyce, who’s concern was only peaking. Leaning on her a bit as she helps him to the empty spot on the couch. Which was right next to Eddie. He’s coughing a little, lungs burning from the pain in his side. A shaky inhale of air as he looks at the other curiously. Before his eyes move to land over on the boy with silky hair who was watching him confused.

“Hey.” He chuckles awkwardly lifting his hand up as the boy smiles waving back at him.

“This- this is Argyle.” Jonathan pops in. Looking anxious at the sight of him. Nancy looked like she was a goldfish.

“Hey wheeler.” Steve chuckles, not caring about her what’s so ever. Who he cared about the most were both standing in front of him now. Nearly hyperventilating. He opens his arms out a bit, “come on you dorks. Be careful of the stitches though. I am not redoing them again.” He laughs as they both move carefully. Robin in his lap curling in on his chest. He moves getting comfortable, the exhaustion getting the best of him as he offers a arm for Dustin who was also seeking some comfort. His eyes and nose were burning from the effort of holding back tears.

“No offense but you look like shit, and I can barely see.” Max tosses in. Standing up now to get a better look at him.

Steve snorts, “I can barely see or hear and you sound and look like shit kid.” He says amused. Earning a snort. “What happened to you?” He asks curiously.

“Vecna.”

He freezes. Everybody was looking at him as he glances around, “wait the big cone head looking dude with the ET fingers?” Steve asks. He hadn’t realized that he had made it to Hawkins within the time he was away. He’s gotten hints, even seen him once. Drawings of what he looked like up on the Russian walls. From his understanding he created a portal, to trade demogorgans for the life of the prisoners. Which was apparently how he got so strong to be able to finally reach his way to Hawkins and use his powers without needing the person physically in the upside down.

“You know who Vecna is?” Eddie asks, speaking for the first time. His voice is wavering a bit as he does.

“Well that’s not what me and the prisoners called him. But yeah. We were wondering why he stopped… well snapping our bones like twigs for.” He admits.

“Prisoners?” Is the question everybody all say at once. He winces as he tries to stay relaxed. He was starting to get overwhelmed. As much as it was a relief to see all of them it was getting a little to much.

“Yeah, Russians don’t take to kindly to someone ruining one of their bases.” He chuckles dryly. “Can we- um change the subject.” He winces as he moves a hand up to his head. Feeling a migraine forming. His head hasn’t been the same since he was near that radiation shit in the mall. He blinks as he feels a random nose bleed starting to hit him. Feeling dizzy Robin and Dustin hop off from him when he starts to shake more while underneath them. El moving and offering him a tissue with a knowing look. His hands shakily take the paper, confused as to why she would be looking at him like that. It was just a random nose bleed, he wouldn’t be shocked if he got radiation poison or something.

He moves back into the couch after a second of wiping his nose, completely worn out. Blinking at the effort it was taking him just to stay here mentally. His eyes meet Joyce’s who was already getting Hopper on it. “You look exhausted hon, why don’t you go get some rest in our room.” She smiles as he nods. Moving, his legs begin to shake as he holds the bloody tissue to his nose. Walking the way Hopper wanted him to.

Unaware but fully aware at the same time of the amount of eyes that were on him.

So… I only had a few scenes that I really wanted to write for this. This was one of them. The next part I also really wanted, and I don’t know how I’m separating each part. I’m used to writing 10k word chapters so this is kind of like fresh air lmao. So I’m just writing to relief some stress as I graduate in less then a week 🥳 I just didn’t expect so many people to also want to read this.

Though, I would like to say if you like the idea of Steve disappearing and coming back out of nowhere I do have another fic called Bark at the moon! (Sorry self plug) it’s on a pined post on my account and the link leads you to ao3! (It’s werewolf steve fic and he does disapear😉) ok self plug over. Thank you guys for showing so much interest! It means the world to me!

Tag list; I tagged everyone who seemed interested! Let me know If you want to be added :)

@totallynotagoraphobic @flustratedcas @shunna @spookednsaucy @steddie-as-they-go @estrellami-1 @xxbottlecapx @gregre369 @ellietheasexylibrarian @thing-a-ling @radioactiveartz @bestwifehaver @idkwwhatimmdoiing @goodolefashionedloverboi @bringmethelow @thescribblerdragon @starman-jpg @lilaclilyroses @resident-gay-bitch @wolfscreations @adhdsummer @victor-thee-corvid @happymediummm @decadentworld @sidebarre @foundintheshallows @jamieweasley13 @yellowdevilkitten @catlovesfandoms @gryffindorsareidiots @thephantomhood

[harrywavycurly]

I saw you opened up requests! Can I request for Eddie to go back to Hawkins and take us with him? Or at the very least him being sad and introspective and regretful about leaving us behind?

Hiii babes!! So I hope you enjoy this, it’s Eddie at least talking about his feelings and maybe there will be a part 4? Who knows 😂💖

-find part 1: here

[harringroveera]

Eddie: I can’t believe Jonathan is dating Argyle and I have no one!

Robin: Heather, don’t you have any friends Eddie can date?

Heather: Hey, I already set up Billy and Steve. It’s your turn to ruin some poor guy’s life

[rottenaero]

The parallels between Ronance and Steddie are crazy. Here’s two nerds that were on opposite ends,, one considered a priss and the other a band geek, who finally learn that you can’t know it all from a reputation. Then, with Steddie, you get a Jock and a super-senior metalhead who would've had no business hanging out with eachother.

Both hear praises of the other by mutual friends(Steve for Ronance, Dustin for Steddie)

And then, they finally meet for real and they're hesitant, but then they learn from one instance(The library and actually believing this light in the dark lead,, The drop of the oar instead of fighting) That they aren’t what they were made out to be.

And then,, of course Robin and Eddie trying to fix their relationship issues. Except,, with this Robin was trying to get Nance to open up with her problems, and Eddie was trying to push Steve to get back with Nancy.

Also theres like,, NO WAY they did those walking scenes without meaning for them to be parallels(If anything happens with Ronance next season then that basically makes Steddie canon hahah jkjk unless)

[harringtons-cupid]

Just wanna be yours -BFB! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part 03

★ Best Friends brother! Eddie Munson x Fem!reader. ★

W.C: 3.4k

Warnings: (18+) - Angst: Car accident, hospital descriptions, infidelity? smut: fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie. Fluff: Flirting, slight hand holding, exchanged glances, kissing.

Based on a few things, 1) A storm that occured over the past few days, 2) my car accident in September 2021 and finally 3) Better man, the very first night by  Taylor Swift 

Tagged: @munsonsbaby @pleasantlycrazyworld @bisexual-byers @wroteclassicaly @urlbitchin@moonchildquinn @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @joejoequinnquinn @86munsonsblog @luna-munson83 @nojerama1996 @harringtons-hellfire @mcbeanzontoast @nojerama1996 @sw34terw34ther @siriuslysmoking

01 02| | Masterlist | KO-FI

The images of Eddie and his “girlfriend” flashed through your mind for days on end, you didn’t sleep or eat properly. 

The feeling of betrayal seeped through your body as you heard his voice in the basement, not wanting to give him the time of day since. You slipped out of the door before he could pull you in to a conversation, your music blared through your earphones today as you rushed to school. 

It was raining heavily, completely coating you in damp as you mumbled along to your music. The rain distracted your tears from sight as cars whizzed past, you didn’t hear the sound of a horn behind you until you noticed a shadow behind you. 

Sighing you tried your best to ignore it until you realised that the vehicle had slowed down beside you. Shrugging you turned to look at the person in the car, cursing yourself as his eyes met yours. 

“Get in” He called across to you, rain was coating his passenger seat. 

Shaking your head, you walked on quickly. Hoping to deter him from your direction but he persevered  until his van stopped in front of you, giving you no other way to get around him. 

“Fuck” you screamed into the wind as you angrily moved closer to his car, your body drenched from the rain as you pulled opened the door. 

Stuffing your Walkman into your rucksack, you sat uncomfortably facing away from him in his car. He drove off once he knew you were safe, the silence was loud as the rain continued to fall onto the windscreen. 

Eddie’s visibility was destructed as a tree fell further down the road unbeknownst to you both, the moment he took his off the road to look at you. His car came in contact with the tree, the look of fear plastered across his face as you both felt the car begin to flip over onto its side. 

“Eddie” you heard yourself scream, your hand desperately reaching out to grasp him just before your head hit the headrest and everything black. 

You were both brought in together, the paramedics had found you both with your hands entangled together, fracturing both your wrists. Eddie woke up hours before you, his heart dropping at the sight of you. The voice of your brother filled the hospitals halls, he sounded worried and angry as he swung the doors open. 

“What the fuck were you doing with my sister alone?” His voice grew louder as edged closer to Eddie’s hospital bed. 

His hands on either side of his body, shaking him softly as tears fell down his cheeks. He began to cry, your body stirred into the bed next to them both. 

“I’m sorry, I saw her walking down the road and picked her up. I’m sorry” Eddie’s voice was cracking as your brother lifted his head up to look at him. 

“You’re sorry? She could have died!” He laughed halfheartedly, shooting him a dirty look. 

Practically shouting at him, a mixture of sadness and anger flashed through his eyes. Pushing him aggressively, as your voice croaked next to the bed. His attention was instantly diverted as he rushed to your side, forgetting about the awkward exchange with Eddie. 

He stroked your hair out your face, smiling at you with a worried expression on his face. His voice was quiet and gentle as he asked if you were okay, kissing you forehead before taking your hand as he sat down. Eddie watched from afar as you incoherntly mumbled some words to your brother, at that moment the nurse entered the room. Loudly announcing that Eddie was able to be discharged from the hospital, he took one last look at you before exiting the room. 

Trying to sit up suddenly, as you searched the room at the noise of the door swinging shut. Not realising that Eddie had been in the room with you, from the affects of the drugs you felt yourself get agitated by being stuck in bed. Needing to see Eddie. 

Thrusting against the plastic tubes that were stuck inside your body, your brothers worried eyes as he watched you begin to cry. 

“Is Eddie okay?’’ your hoarse and choked up voice spoke quietly, searching your brother’s face for answers. 

“Eddie is just fine, darling. You should get some rest, you’ll be allowed home soon” he smiled at you, stroking your hair softly until you felt yourself drift off into sleep. 

Hours later you awoke, the dazed smile plastered across your face as you stared up at your brother, he was reclining in the uncomfortable hospital chair reading his current book. The sunlight from the open window was highlighting his hair, placing down his book as he noticed that you were finally awake. 

“How did you sleep my darling?” his voice was calm as he reached over to open the curtains to further expose the sun. 

You told him all about your vivid dream, laughing together as you sat up further into the sun until the nurse entered the room. Informing you both that you were able to be discharged on a few conditions. After signing the necessary documents, your brother slowly wheeled you out of the hospital where the rays of sunlight basked your face. Still slightly dazed, you drifted off to sleep in his passenger seat on the way home from the hospital. Eddie reappeared in your dreams, startling you awake in fear as your brother arrived at your house. 

The weekend crept by, you spent most of your time in your room. Your friends came round with treats and flowers as get well soon presents but the only person you wanted to see hadn’t called round the house since the incident.  You sat staring at the door, waiting to hear his voice downstairs, your brother came to check on you many times but your mind never shifted from Eddie. 

He sat at the end of your bed as you ate the soup and bread that he made for you, wanting to care for you. 

“What’s the matter darling?’’ his voice was calm and soft as he played with a tassel of his pjamas, his focus shifting between that and you. 

“I just want to know whether, Eddie is okay” your cheeks flushed red, you stared down at your soup. Hoping his reaction wouldn’t be too disastrous, but he smiled softly at you. 

“Let’s go see him, i need to applogise to him anyway’’ he stood up, taking your food away from you. Nodding at you before the door closed behind you, lightly laughing as he listened to your happy squealing inside your room. 

You didn’t realise that your brother knew about your crush on Eddie, you thought that you were very subtle. What your brother didn’t know was that you had actually slept with Eddie, that it was more than a crush to you. On the night of the incident, when your brother had gone home to grab your clothes. 

Eddie had awoken to your nightmares, the loud mumbling of your voice calling his name startled him. He ripped off the cords that kept his body hydrated and rushed to your side, waking you up from your slumber to find him stroking your hair and shushing you back to sleep. Your tears soaked his gown as you cried from both sadness and reassurance, you mumbled ‘’what about your girlfriend’’ between tears but he squeezed you tighter and mumbled back “this isn’t about her, this is about us’’. 

When your brother arrived back at the hospital the next morning, you were alone in your hospital bed and Eddie was in his but he sensed something was different. To this day, he never figured out that maybe, just maybe that was sparks ignited again between you both. 

You thought of that night, wondering if it was just from sleep deprivation or it actually happened. 

As you sat in your brothers car, your body bubbled with nerves as you edged closer and closer to Eddie’s trailer. Waiting patiently in the car as your brother went inside the trailer, for your sake he wanted to check that he was alone. He knew that you would be distraught, if his ‘girlfriend’ was there. 

Eddie came out alone, helping you out the car as you both sat on his wooden outdoor table. It was cool and uncomfortable but being able to smell him made it barable. His hair blew in the wind as he lit a cigarette, it illuminating his facial features as you stole a glance at him before directing your attention down to your fingers. 

“I’m glad you’re okay’’ He broke the silence after a long exhale, directing the smoke away from your face. 

“I’m glad you are too’’ you moved your hands to support your weight, placing them next to your thighs. 

His hand slid closer to yours, your fingers slightly touching behind you both when your brother swung the caravan door open. Loudly exhaling, he had a big joint in his mouth as he joined you both. Not noticing the closeness between you both, not seeing your fingers slightly interlocking as you both lent back on the table. 

Your breath was hitched as he moved up the bench to allow your brother to sit next to him, his hand slipped on top of yours. His shoulders hitting yours, you could smell him just as much as you could when he held you that night. 

Your brother didn’t join you at the table to begin with, he pranced around as he continued to exhale heavily. Watching the clouds above, leaving you and Eddie alone for a few seconds. 

“Thank you for looking after me that night” you whispered, his hands were still on yours as he looked at you. Taking your breath away, the light made his eyes sparkle. 

“I’d do anything for you” he matched your energy as he leant forward to whisper it gently in your ear, watching as you shivered at his closeness. 

He smirked, his attention turning to your brother who roughly plonked himself at the end of the bench. Passing the joint to Eddie, who took one toke before handing it back. He didn’t like being too high around you, something about not wanting to miss how beautiful you were. 

Your brother finished his joint before mumbling about needing to lie down, making you both laugh as you listened to him collapse on the sofa inside. Eddie’s face had already edged closer to yours, biting your lip as you tried to your best not to look at him. You knew that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him. 

Pointing towards the clouds above, trying to shift Eddie’s focus. It worked for a second, before Eddie’s fingers touched your chin and turned your head towards his. Pushing your lips onto his, he kissed you passionately in the silence as the wind picked up, he pulled you as close as he could without tangling your bodies together. 

Your hands shakily moved from on top of his, needing to touch his skin again as you kissed him back. A soft moan escaped your mouth as you picked up the pace, feeling hungry for his kiss as he moved with you. Your cheeks grew wet, not realising that you were crying. 

With every movement, your cheeks fell fast and hotter against your skin. Wishing that you could kiss him without securay, without worrying about the girl he was seeing, without your heart breaking into pieces.

Pulling yourself away from him abruptly, you wiped your face and lips as you tried to stop yourself from crying but this caused you to cry even more. Feeling pathetic next to him, as his hand touched your back and stroked you softly again.  His touch soothed you, the simple movement of his ringed fingers against your back was something you had become used to throughout the years but this time it felt different. 

“I don’t know how much of this I can take Eddie” you choked, moving away from him. Feeling his hand slip off your back as you stood up, at the same time your brother appeared from inside. 

“Darling, we should head home. I need to rest, Eds you can come over later to practice and chill yeah?’’ your brother mumbled and waved in Eddie’s direction, who nodded in reply. 

Eddie looked at you, your brother was already in the car when he reached out for your hand. His eyes were almost pleading for you to say something else but the words didn’t leave his mouth and he felt your hand slip out of his grasp as you walked towards the car. Your brother was preoccupied with his music to notice you both, your eyes stared on Eddie as the glass shielded you. 

Your heart was breaking as you rushed upstairs away from your brother, falling onto your bed as you felt yourself crumble into tears. The image of Eddie looking at you like that, like he was loosing something so precious to him. 

Screaming into your pillow in annoyance as the thoughts ‘what does he want from me’ fluttered around in your mind, your brother was asleep when you heard the doorbell ring at the front door. Tear stained cheeks, you stumbled down the stairs to open the door. Much to your surprise, Eddie was stood in front of you. 

His hands were instantly on your, stroking your skin as you were drawn to let him. Muttering to him if he wanted refreshments, only to be cut off by his lips once again meeting yours. Picking you up with his weight, you both stumbled up the stairs as he kissed you. Laughing together as he tripped over his own feet at the edge of your bedroom door, your mixed feelings were hidden as he kissed your exposed skin. 

You were lying on your bed as his hands fumbled across each bit of material, ripping off your top and your bra to expose your tits. Moaning into your nipples as he sucked them gently, kissing down your body until he reached the verge of your underwear pausing for a moment to look up at you. Watching to see your reaction, your hips bucking towards his face in desperate smirking again he tugged onto the fabric until they slipped down your ankles. 

Practically licking his lips, he moaned before lightly licking your clit causing you to shudder and buck your hips against his tongue. His moans vibrated throughout your body as he picked up his rthyym, his hands placed firmly under your cheeks, using his strength to lift you up to his mouth, Allowing you to ride his face, reaching for a pillow you muffled your moans that you were unable to hide. 

You thought about this moment since the first time you were with him, you were so wet that as he pursed his lips together around your clit you knew that you could any second. There was something about Eddie that made you so weak, you begged for his cock between the pillow. 

He chuckled as he tugged aggressively against your clit, feeling your legs shake between his arms. Continuing until you were unable to hold it in any longer, forcing the pillow harder against your face as you came hard into his mouth. Your moans were loud as your body shook, he didn’t lift his head until you were cumming for the second time. 

His fingers slid inside your wet and sensitive cunt, feeling them instantly slip inside. He curled them reaching your pulsating soft spot for a few moments before you whined once more for his cock, knowing you were needy and desperate. You watched as he hovered over you, the sound of his metal belt unbuckling was music to your ears. 

Roughly throwing the pillow onto the floor, he moved closer to your mouth not needing to say anything your jaw dropped open. Your mouth was wet, all ready for him to use, extending your tongue out as he placed his thick hot cock inisde your hole. 

His moans started off slow and quiet as your tongue played with his tip but they grew louder and heavy as you closed your hole around his cock. Your hand reaching up to stroke his cock with what remainder you couldn’t fit inisde your hole, his hands found their way to your throat and squeezed softly. Feeling you struggle against his cock, he shudded. 

Holding the position for as long as he could last before practically ripping himself out your mouth and roughly spreading your legs apart until they hurt. Your mouth still tasting of him, licking your lips as you gazed at him. Watching his eyes as you felt him slide inside you, his fat cock filling you up. 

His lips met yours to muffle both your moans, your bed creaked softly again as he began to speed up inside you. Slipping in and out of your hot throbbing cunt, hitting your soft spot over and over until the sensation became too overwhelming for you to handle. He slow his speed down, allowing you catch your breath for a moment. 

In the midst of the heat and passion, his eyes were filled of concern as his cock stayed still inside you. He slid out of you, extending that second before he aggressively flipped you over and moved you so that your ass was arched in the air. Watching you breath heavily as you felt him slid back inside you, he thrusted slowly against your walls. 

Your moans were muffled into the bed as he suddenly stopped, you knew that he was close. You tried your hardest not to move but something compelled you to move, until your hips were grinding against his cock.  Making him moan loudly into your room, his eyes closing shut quickly at the pleasure. 

He stayed still as your cunt rolled his cock over and over inside you, his body shuddered as your hands pulled him closer to you. Meeting his lips as you continued to roll over him, you heard him mumble against your lips “god baby you’re going to make me cum” making you smirk against his lips. You mumbled back to him as you sped up, “what if I want you too” you panted heavily against the bed sheets. 

His hands gripped onto your skin as you did nothing but speed up, his body shuddered on top of you. His moans were hot and heavy in your ear, as his body slumped down as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Only giving you more power, your body was arched moving quickly as thick hot cum spurted inside you. Filling you up, until he slid out and spread your cheeks breathlessly. 

“You are so fucking hot” he stuttered as he watched it drip out of you, smirking as you winked at him. 

He pulled you closer to him, tickling your body as he listened to you squeal in both discomfort and delight at the feeling of his naked body next to yours. Gazing up at him, your eyes scanned each others faces until he kissed you softly. 

Noises from the landing startled you both, jumping apart. You pushed Eddie under the bed covers and grabbed a towel from your dirty clothes basket and wrapped it round you at the sound of your brothers voice. Gulping, you peered out of your bedroom door towards him. 

“You okay darling? I thought I heard Eddie’s voice’’ he pondered, scanning your face. 

You shrugged at him, sheepishly blushing between the shadows as you showed him bits of the towel behind the door. He matched your energy and began walking back towards his bedroom, you turned to Eddie with a hiss. 

“Go now!” pointing at the window, as you body shook in terror. 

Scrambling quickly, he pulled onto his clothes before you saw him turn to wink at you at your bedroom window. 

“Catch you later baby” he grinned before dropping onto the windowsil below, you winced at the idea of him dropping onto the ground but the sound didn’t arrive. 

The sound you did hear was your doorbell ringing once more, laughing to yourself you sat down on your bed as you listened to your brother stumble downstairs.

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

Steddie kinda famous AU(?) | Genderfluid Stevie <3 | Eddie is a rat man and I laugh at him (I would probably be like that if I was Steve Harrington husband but that's not about me) | Live laugh love Stevie | Pushing the history teacher Steve agenda because he's a variant of Hob Gadling >:D

[I'm sorry if it has errors it's been a while since I had written something in English (it's not my first language) so whatever mistake I have feel free to tell me and I'll edit <3]

. ° — ° — 🌟 — ° — ° .

Corroded Coffin seemed to be popular, things were getting better for them, they still had to do part time job because of that 'what if?' but things were going well. Definitely.

In an interview they asked about a song, the meaning. And the shit man Eddie Munson is, he answered with a grin on his face "That's about Stevie, as most of them".

And the fans went crazy, trying to find someone with that name in the Corroded Coffin set or working at some usual bar they played at.

"They is a history teacher" Eddie Munson told the world in another interview "and we are married" he showed the camera a ring he had next to his guitar pick on his neck, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

Then Corroded Coffin were guests of a fundraising gala, they were asked to play at it to attract more people. It was a fancy gala tho, everyone was in their bests dresses and all.

"This one's for my beautiful angel there, who looks as gorgeous as always" And Eddie winked at a special balcony of the vip guests.

Most of the public saw Eddie laughing softly, but they didn't know why. In that balcony a lovely brunette in a marion blue dress gave the guitarist and second voice of Corroded Coffin the middle finger as he had a stupid lovely gaze on their face while she blushed a little.

"Yeah love ya too sweetie" Eddie chuckled before starting with the show.

Later at the gala people saw Eddie Munson next to the tall brunette in that marion dress.

"So are you Eddie's girlfriend?" An interviewer asked, he looked at Stevie with those eyes Eddie didn't like.

But Eddie laughed as he waited for Steve's answer, that was going to be good as hell, they had the bitchy face on.

"Not a girl" Steve smirked "And definitely not his girlfriend, nor boyfriend, nor partner" She looked down at the man, who seemed so little compared to them "He's my husband"

"I am" Eddie smiled so stupidly in love as he looked up at Stevie, who usually wasn't that tall but with the black heels they was wearing today the difference was more than usual.

"Uh— Yeah" The interviewer looked at different places to get outta there

"You got any problem with that sir?"

"N-no it's perfectly fine ma'am— I mean sir— I mean—"

Steve snorted "Come on darling, let's go somewhere else without this kind of people"

And where Stevie went Eddie followed

The amount of edits with the song 'walk em like a dog' after that gala were more than years the Earth has.

"Teddy, look, another one" Steve chuckled as she showed Eddie his phone.

"Stop with that, you menace" Eddie laid down on the couch, next to his significant other, trying to take their phone away playfully.

"Erica is going to bully you so bad" Stevie giggled.

"And Red too" Eddie sighed "Jesus Christ, Stevie I am like that always?"

"It's cute"

"I hate you" Eddie muttered as Steve put on the baseball match of today.

"Love you too sunshine" She smiled softly as they started playing with Eddie's hair.

[dippindaz]

Would you be willing to do a Billy x Reader (Eddie’s younger sister/sibling). I just feel that Billy and Eddie would hate each other so the dynamics could be fun to play with. Is Y/n just like Eddie or quiet and a bookworm? I feel liked they’d have the same curly hair, maybe same eye colour. I listened to something similar on YT recently, thought it was cool.

thanks xx

Of course!! And I definitely think they have the same hair, no way you escape those curls.

I uh—I also got a little carried away with brainstorming an idea for this request so this is gonna be a multi-part thing now!! lol, I hope you all enjoy. (Also If you'd like this request to be executed differently as I know I went a little off the rails with it, I'd be more than happy to do it just send in another ask if that's the case :) )

Masterlist here

Mentions of drug baggies and Billy being Billy, (I think) are the only necessary warnings.

The trailer door creaked as it swung open, and Billy stepped inside without hesitation, letting it fall shut behind him. The place was dimly lit, cluttered with old magazines, half-empty beer cans, and random junk Eddie never bothered to clean up. Typical. Billy barely glanced at the mess, his attention locked on the guy slouched on the couch, counting out a handful of baggies like it was just another boring Tuesday.

Eddie barely spared him a glance. “You’re early.”

Billy shrugged, smirking as he leaned against the doorframe. “And you’re slow.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, tossing one of the baggies onto the table. “Gimme a sec. Gotta grab something from the van.” He pushed himself up with a grunt, shoving past Billy and out the door without another word.

Billy let out a scoff, but as his eyes flicked around the room, they landed on someone else—someone unexpected.

Sitting cross-legged in the recliner across the room, nose buried in a dog-eared paperback, was you. Eddie’s little sister. He’d seen you around school before, always on the outskirts, never in the thick of things. You had that same wild hair as Eddie, though without the dramatics. Quieter. More reserved. Talking was Eddie’s thing.

Billy tilted his head, a slow grin creeping onto his face.

“Well, shit,” he drawled. “Didn’t peg Munson for the type to keep secrets.”

You didn’t look up. “Didn’t peg you for the type to knock.”

Billy chuckled, stepping further inside. “I don’t. Doors open for me.” His voice was thick with arrogance, the kind that made most girls stumble over themselves. You just turned a page.

“Huh.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, studying you. “Didn’t know Munson had a sister. Guess you don’t get out much.” He did know, he just wanted to jab at you, you were sure.

This time, you did glance up, just briefly. “Or maybe you just don’t pay attention.”

Billy grinned. “Oh, I’m paying attention now.”

He let that hang in the air, watching for a reaction. Most girls at school either giggled around him or avoided him like the plague. You just seemed… uninterested.

Before he could push further, the door swung open again, and Eddie stomped back inside.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up,” Eddie muttered, tossing another baggie onto the pile. Then his eyes landed on Billy—no, on the space between Billy and you.

His expression darkened instantly. “The hell are you doin’ talking to my sister, Hargrove?”

Billy didn’t take his eyes off you. “Didn’t realize she needed permission to talk.”

Eddie grabbed the baggies, shoving them into Billy’s hand. “Yeah, well, now you know. So don’t.”

Billy smirked, slow and taunting, before finally tearing his gaze away from you. He lifted the baggies in a lazy salute. “Pleasure doin’ business, Munson.” Then, with one last glance at you, he strolled out, whistling under his breath.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Eddie spun around. “Don’t talk to him.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know who he is, Eddie.”

“Then you should know better.”

You sighed, waving him off. It annoyed you, but you were used to Eddie’s protective side. “It’s not like I’m gonna fall for him or something. He’s just a guy.”

Eddie scoffed. “Yeah. A guy who’s bad news.”

You just shook your head. It didn’t matter. A crush was harmless, right?

Harmless.

Right.

———————————————————————————

Later the next day you find yourself being dragged to the arcade with the kids. Arcades were okay, a bit too loud and overwhelming for you, but you’d go if it made the buttheads smile. The bells above the arcade door jingle as Dustin and the others rush inside, already chattering about high scores and token strategies. You’re about to follow when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“Didn’t take you for the arcade type, Munson.”

You freeze for half a second before turning, already bracing yourself.

Billy Hargrove is leaning against the side of his Camaro, cigarette dangling from his lips, one arm draped lazily over the car door. The setting sun glints off his silver chain, making the smirk on his face look even more infuriating.

You school your expression. “Not often.”

Billy exhales a slow stream of smoke, eyes dragging over you with interest. “Then what’s the occasion?”

You cross your arms. “Why do you care?”

His smirk deepens. “Just makin’ conversation, sweetheart.”

You glance over your shoulder, where the kids disappeared inside. A distraction would be nice right about now. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Maybe a mirror to admire yourself in?”

Billy chuckles, pushing off the car. “That was the plan,” he admits, taking another drag. “Then I saw you.”

You roll your eyes. “Lucky me.”

Billy grins like you just handed him a prize. “Yeah, lucky you.”

You shift on your feet, debating if this conversation is even worth the effort. But Billy takes another step forward, the amusement in his eyes sharpening like he’s enjoying every second of this.

“Y’know,” he muses, tipping his head, “didn’t expect Eddie’s little sister to be so—” He drags his gaze over you, slow and deliberate. “—cute.”

Your breath hitches before you can stop it, and heat creeps up your neck.

Billy notices. Of course he does.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” he teases. “That’s alright. I like a challenge.”

You force out a scoff, hoping it covers the way your pulse kicks up. “You’re wasting your time.”

Billy flicks the ash from his cigarette, watching you like he’s already decided that’s not true. “Nah. I don’t think so.” He takes another lazy step closer, lowering his voice just slightly. “I bet if I asked real nice, you’d keep me company.”

You narrow your eyes. “Why would I do that?”

His smirk curves into something slower, more deliberate. “Because you’re curious.”

Your stomach flips.

And he’s right.

Before you can decide whether to snap back or just ignore him, the arcade door swings open, and Lucas steps outside. He barely glances at Billy, his focus locking onto you instead.

“You coming?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

You exhale, grateful for the interruption. “Yeah.”

Billy’s smirk lingers as you turn away. “See you around, Munson.”

You don’t look back.

But even as you step inside, you can still feel his eyes on you.

———————————————————————————

You didn’t see Billy for the rest of the weekend, and though you saw him today you thankfully hadn’t talked to him. Only issue? He’s in your class. You’ve been keeping your head down, eyes glued to your notebook, willing yourself to focus. The teacher is droning on about something—probably the Cold War, or maybe Nixon—but it’s hard to tell over the sound of Billy Hargrove’s constant, low-voiced disruptions from the seat beside you.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning in slightly. “You don’t have to pretend to be so into this. Bet you’d have way more fun if you—”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. “Shut up, Hargrove.”

He lets out a short, amused chuckle, unfazed. “Feisty,” he muses. “I like it.”

You grip your pencil tighter, refusing to take the bait. He’d started this the second he strolled into class late and took the empty seat next to you. Just your luck. You weren’t sure if he even belonged in this class or if he just did whatever he wanted and no one stopped him.

Billy shifts again, slouching in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. “You know, ignorin' me doesn’t make me go away.”

“No, but it makes me feel better.”

His lips twitch into a smirk. “That so?”

You don’t answer. Across the room, your teacher gives an exhausted sigh, rubbing his temples. “Mr. Hargrove, unless you’re going to contribute something insightful, I suggest you keep quiet.”

Billy raises his hands in mock innocence. “Just tryin’ to have a conversation, sir.”

The class snickers, but you just exhale slowly, willing the clock to move faster.

By the time the bell rings, you’re out of your seat in an instant, shoving your books into your bag as fast as humanly possible. But you should’ve known better.

Billy’s already leaning against the lockers when you reach yours, arms crossed, that same smug smirk playing at his lips.

“You always this fun, or just in class?”

You glance at him briefly, but you don’t stop twisting your locker dial. “What do you want?”

“What, can’t a guy say hi?”

You roll your eyes, pulling the door open. “Hi. Bye.”

Billy doesn’t move. If anything, he seems more amused. “Eddie put you up to this?” he asks, tilting his head. “The whole avoiding-me-like-the-plague thing?”

You huff, shoving your books inside. “No one has to tell me to avoid you.”

“Ah.” Billy nods, like that confirms something. “Right. So you just listen to every word your big brother says?”

“I have my own brain, thanks.”

“Yeah?” He leans in a little, and for the first time, you hesitate. He notices. “So what’s stoppin' you?”

You blink. “Stopping me from what?”

“From having a real conversation with me.”

You scoff, slamming your locker shut. “Maybe I just don’t want to.”

Billy studies you, eyes flicking over your face, your stiff posture, the way your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag. He smirks—but it’s different this time. Less cocky. More… calculating.

And that’s what makes your stomach twist.

Billy Hargrove was a lot of things—reckless, arrogant, charming when it suited him—but he wasn’t aimless. If he was talking to you, pushing your buttons, keeping you on edge, it was because he wanted something. And Billy Hargrove always got what he wanted.

But why you?

That was the part that didn’t make sense. You weren’t stupid. You knew what people like him were like, knew the way he treated girls at school—like conquests, like challenges, like something to pass the time. You’d spent years keeping your head down, staying out of the drama, and ever since he moved to Hawkins, out of his orbit, and yet now, for some reason, he had decided to step into yours.

And the worst part?

A tiny, traitorous part of you didn’t entirely hate it.

Billy watches you carefully, waiting for something—a crack, a slip, a reaction he can use. When you don’t give him one, he exhales, clicking his tongue. “Shame.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What is?”

“That you’re so damn stubborn.” He takes a step back, like he’s already won something. “But don’t worry, sweetheart. Like I said, I enjoy a challenge.”

You roll your eyes, pushing past him without another word.

Billy chuckles under his breath as he watches you walk away.

You shake off the lingering feeling of Billy’s eyes on you as you weave through the crowded hallway. The last thing you need is to be thinking about him, but the interaction still clings to you, like cigarette smoke that won’t wash out.

It doesn’t help that your next class—English—feels like a blur. You’re barely paying attention as you slip into your usual seat near the middle of the room.

“Jesus, you look like you saw a ghost.”

You blink, snapping out of it. Robin Buckley is staring at you from the next desk over, eyebrows raised in amusement. She twirls a pen between her fingers, already halfway slouched in her chair. “Or, like, had an existential crisis in the hallway.”

You snort, rubbing a hand over your face. “More like the second one.”

Robin perks up. “Ooh, do tell.”

You hesitate, but before you can come up with a reason not to, the words are already slipping out. “It’s Billy.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Hargrove?”

“No, Billy Joel,” you deadpan.

Robin shoots you a look. “Okay, first of all, don’t sass me when I’m trying to provide moral support. Second of all, what did he do now?”

You sigh, tapping your fingers against the desk. “Nothing… technically. He just keeps—" You pause, struggling to put it into words. "—I don’t know. Talking to me.”

Robin’s eyes narrow. “Talking how?”

You shift uncomfortably. “Like… I don’t know, like he’s testing me or something. Seeing how much he can get away with.”

Robin hums, tapping her pen against her notebook. “Lemme guess. The classic Hargrove moves? Smirking, standing too close, saying weirdly suggestive things but in that way where if you call him out, he’d act like you’re the crazy one?”

You blink. “Yeah. That’s… disturbingly accurate.”

Robin leans back, shrugging. “I’ve seen him do it before. He’s got a type.”

Your stomach twists slightly at that. “And what’s his type?”

She gives you a knowing look. “Girls he thinks he can mess with.”

You make a face. “Great. Love that for me.”

Robin tilts her head, considering you. “So… what are you gonna do?”

You exhale through your nose. “Ignore him.”

Robin snorts. “Yeah, good luck with that. He’s like a cockroach—impossible to kill and way too smug about it.”

You groan, resting your forehead against your desk. “This is so stupid. Why is he even bothering?”

Robin shrugs. “Could be a few reasons. Maybe he’s bored. Maybe he wants to piss Eddie off.” She pauses, then smirks. “Or maybe he’s just got the hots for you.”

You whip your head up to glare at her. “Shut up.”

Robin grins. “I’m just saying! You’re cute, he’s an asshole—it tracks.”

You roll your eyes, but your face feels warm. “He’s not interested in me. He’s interested in annoying me.”

Robin shrugs. “Eh. Sometimes those things overlap.”

Before you can argue, the teacher calls for everyone’s attention, starting the lesson. You sink lower in your seat, pretending to take notes, but Robin’s words stick with you.

What if she was right?

And worse… what if a tiny, irrational part of you wanted her to be?

The rest of the school day drags, but you do your best to push Billy from your mind. Robin’s words still linger, though—He’s got a type. You tell yourself she’s wrong. That Billy’s just messing with you because he’s bored, because you’re Eddie’s sister, because it entertains him to get under your skin.

But then, like clockwork, he finds you again.

You’re at your locker, swapping out books, when you feel it—someone hovering just close enough to be intentional. You don’t have to look to know who it is.

Billy Hargrove leans casually against the locker beside yours, arms crossed, smirk firmly in place. “Miss me?”

You huff, slamming your locker shut. “Not even a little.”

“Ouch,” he says, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. “And here I thought we were bonding.”

You roll your eyes and turn to walk away, but Billy easily matches your pace, strolling beside you down the hall.

“Relax, Munson. I’ll behave,” he promises, voice lighter than before. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a Scout.”

He grins. “True. But I’m thinkin’ maybe you don’t hate me as much as you pretend.”

You scoff. “What gave you that idea?”

Billy shrugs. “Just a feeling.” He glances down at you, his smirk shifting into something less predatory, more amused. “So, what do you do for fun, Munson? Besides avoid me, of course.”

You hesitate, caught off guard by the normalcy of the question. “Why do you care?”

“Just tryin’ to figure you out.”

You steal a glance at him, expecting the usual smugness, but for once, he just looks… curious. That’s what makes you pause.

Billy Hargrove doesn’t ask questions just to ask them. Everything he does is deliberate—he pushes, he pulls, he tests the waters. And right now? He’s testing you.

Before you can decide how to respond, the warning bell rings. You pause, gripping the strap of your bag.

Billy clicks his tongue. “Guess you’re off the hook—for now.”

You shake your head, stepping away. “Whatever, Hargrove.”

But really, it wasn’t whatever. You couldn’t lie—to yourself, at least. Since the day Billy appeared in Hawkins, you’d found him attractive. How could you not? But you also knew exactly what he was. Trouble. And you had enough of that in your life. You weren’t interested in being another notch in his bed frame, another girl he’d charm just to discard.

The rest of the school day feels like a blur. You can barely focus on the lessons, your thoughts drifting back to Billy. The way he keeps popping up, his questions that always seem to lead somewhere you’re not quite sure of, the way he looks at you like he knows exactly what buttons to push. By the time the final bell rings, you’re more than ready to leave.

You grab your bag and head out the door, trying to ignore the heavy feeling of being watched. The halls are crowded with students streaming out into the parking lot, eager to start their weekends. But you don’t get far before you feel it—that familiar presence. Someone too close, too intentional.

Billy. Again.

That same infuriating smirk plastered on his face. “Well, well. Fancy seeing you here.”

You exhale sharply. “Yeah, it’s almost like we go to the same school.”

Billy chuckles, pushing off the car to fall into step beside you. “Y’know I like your attitude.”

You shake your head, already regretting engaging, but it doesn’t matter, Billy doesn’t give up easily.

“So,” he says casually, hands slipping into his pockets, “how come I never see you at any of the parties?”

You snort. “Because I don’t go to them?”

“Tragic,” he muses. “You’re really missin’ out.”

“Pretty sure I’m not.”

Billy tilts his head, studying you. “Lemme guess. Not a fan of loud music? Drunk assholes?” His smirk grows. “Or just worried big brother Munson wouldn’t approve?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re obsessed with Eddie, you know that?”

Billy chuckles. “Nah. But it’s fun gettin’ under his skin.”

You scoff, shaking your head as you approach Eddie’s van. Billy follows, stepping in front of you just before you can reach the door. “Y’know,” he muses, “you keep actin’ like you don’t like talkin’ to me, but you never actually tell me to leave.”

Your lips part, but before you can find a response, another voice cuts in.

“What the hell is this?”

Eddie.

He’s standing a few feet away, arms crossed, a deep scowl etched into his face.

Billy grins. “Hey, Munson.”

Eddie ignores him, eyes locked on you. “You good?”

You sigh. “Yeah, Eds. We were just—”

“She was just enjoyin’ my company,” Billy interrupts smoothly, flashing a grin.

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah, sure she was.” He looks at you again, more serious now. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

You huff, glancing between them, then finally step around Billy toward the passenger side of the van.

Billy doesn’t stop you, but as you open the door, he calls after you. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

You don’t respond.

The van door slams shut behind you, and as Eddie pulls out of the parking lot, you can’t help but glance back out the window at Billy’s retreating figure. Something about the way he’s been acting lately nags at you. It’s different from how he’s treated everyone else; he’s not pushing you away, not provoking Eddie, not throwing his usual taunts.

The second Eddie pulls into the street, he lets out a sharp scoff.

“Seriously?” He shoots you a look, eyebrows raised. “Billy Hargrove?”

You roll your eyes, already exhausted. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, really?” He snorts. “’Cause from where I was standing, it looked an awful lot like he was trying to work his slimy little charm on you.”

You huff, shifting in your seat. “He was just talking, Eddie. You’re acting like I was about to jump into his car.”

Eddie groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “That’s how it starts, dude. First, it’s just talking, then he’s got you riding shotgun in that stupid Camaro, then—” He shudders dramatically. “God, I don’t even wanna think about it.”

You cross your arms. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m being smart,” he counters, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Hargrove’s a dick. And I don’t mean in a ‘he’s kind of an ass but deep down he’s okay’ way. I mean in a ‘he’s a total, no-redeeming-qualities, king-sized douchebag’ way.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, staring out the window.

Eddie sighs, his voice softening just slightly. “Look, I know you think I’m overreacting, but I’m serious, alright? He’s not good news.”

“I know that,” you mutter, because you do. Everyone does.

Eddie shakes his head. “Then why the hell were you even talking to him?”

You hesitate, fingers fiddling with your bag strap. “I dunno. It just… happened.”

Eddie exhales heavily, drumming his fingers against the wheel. “Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t,” you say automatically.

But something about the way Billy looked at you lingers in the back of your mind. He was charming, you’d give him that.

The drive back to the trailer is quiet. Eddie’s hands grip the steering wheel tight, and his fingers tap the rhythm of a song you can’t quite make out. You steal a glance at him, the tense set of his jaw making it clear that he’s still fuming about Billy. You know he’s just trying to protect you, but there’s something in his posture that hints at more than just concern—he’s pissed. It’s not like he hasn't made it obvious, but there’s an edge to his anger now, a frustration that’s starting to gnaw at you too.

As the van rumbles down the road toward the trailer park, you lean back against the seat, eyes trained on the world outside the window, your thoughts still lingering on the brief encounter with Billy. What the hell was that about? He hadn’t been his usual smug self. Something about it felt different, almost… normal. But you knew better than to let that pull you in.

When the van turns into the gravel lot, you finally sit up straight, looking out the window at the trailer. The silence is thick between you and Eddie, but it’s not uncomfortable. Neither of you is really ready to talk, but eventually, Eddie pulls the van to a stop outside the trailer.

He kills the engine, then turns to you, eyes still intense. “You sure you’re good?”

You nod, not trusting your voice to come out steady.

He’s quick to catch it, though, his brows knitting together. “What’s goin’ on with you and Billy, anyway?”

You sigh, pulling the door open and stepping out into the cool evening air. “Nothing,” you say, though you don’t even believe it yourself.

Eddie’s eyes follow you as you move around the van and up the steps to the door of the trailer. You can feel his gaze on you, but when you look back at him, he’s already turning away, clearly ready to call it a night.

It’s quiet inside the trailer, the soft hum of the fridge being the only sound. Eddie slams the door behind him, and you hear the familiar clink of him tossing his keys on the counter. The normalcy of it settles over you, but your mind can’t let go of Billy. You try to shake it off, but the lingering look he gave you, his sudden charm, nags at the back of your mind.

Eddie’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “You know, if Hargrove’s gonna keep trying to mess with you, I’m not gonna sit by and watch it happen.”

You stop in your tracks, looking back at him. His expression is hard now, serious.

“You don’t have to protect me, Eddie,” you mutter, though you can feel the familiar prickling of tension creeping up your spine.

“I’m your brother. It’s what I do.” He shrugs, trying to look casual, but the anger is still there, simmering. “Just don’t do anything stupid with him, alright? He’s a real piece of work, and I don’t trust him for a second.”

You want to argue, to tell him you’re fine, but something about the way Eddie looks at you stops you. You just nod, even if you’re not sure you’ll follow through.

The truth is, part of you is curious about Billy—curious in a way that makes you uncomfortable. And for all of Eddie’s warnings, the pull Billy’s subtle charm has on you is harder to ignore.

But you can’t let it happen. Not with him.

It’d be stupid. You’re the responsible one, the careful one. Eddie’s future didn’t look the brightest, but yours was looking okay right now and you needed to keep it that way. To take care of your uncle when he was older, to make sure Eddie had a roof over his head. You didn’t have time to screw up. Which meant you didn’t have time for stupid high school romances, especially not with someone like Billy.

Eddie flops onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the table. “So, what’s on the agenda tonight? Homework? Overthinking? Staring at the ceiling and contemplating existence?”

You snort, pouring yourself a glass of water. “All of the above.”

He grins, but it fades after a beat. “Hey,” he says, more serious now. “You know I’m not trying to be an ass, right? About Billy?”

You sigh, setting your glass down. “I know.”

“I just—” He sits up, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t want you getting caught up in something you’ll regret. You’re smarter than that.”

You press your lips together, nodding. “I know,” you repeat.

Eddie watches you for a second longer, then sighs, leaning back again. “Alright, well. If you start getting brainwashed by his stupid pretty-boy hair, I’ll stage an intervention.”

You roll your eyes but smile despite yourself. “I thought you only considered Steve a pretty boy.” You tease.

Eddie holds up a finger as if he’s about to inform you of something major. You chuckle as he drops it back to his lap. “Touché.”

The night passes in the usual rhythm. You finish up some homework while Eddie strums lazily on his guitar, eventually getting caught up in his D&D notes. By the time you both call it a night, the house is quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the background.

But as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, you can’t seem to stop your mind from thinking about Billy. His stupid face, stupid smirk, and yes, that stupid pretty-boy hair. You’re not used to it. You’re not the kind of person who has a lot of crushes or interest in people. And it frustrates you to no end that you can’t seem to control your thoughts.

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Tuesday morning feels like a repeat of yesterday, and yet, it feels heavier somehow. You walk down the hall with your books clutched tightly to your chest, hoping for a quiet start to the day. But when you turn the corner, you spot Billy. Leaning against the lockers with that infuriating, cocky smirk plastered on his face.

He looks up at you, eyes narrowing playfully as you stop in your tracks. For a brief second, he just stares, like he's trying to figure out your next move.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says, his voice too smooth for your liking. “You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

You stare at him, suppressing the instinct to roll your eyes. He’s not really concerned. It's just part of the game he plays. "Not interested in playing your little games today, Hargrove."

Billy chuckles lowly, pushing off the lockers to step closer to you, his gaze not leaving yours for a second. "Oh, I don’t know about that. You played them yesterday."

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just trying to go about my day,” you mutter, stepping to the side to walk past him.

But Billy’s too quick, blocking your path with a casual lean against the lockers. “C’mon, Munson. I know I’m irresistible, no point in pretending you’re not interested.”

You swallow hard, already feeling that familiar knot of frustration building. Why could he seem to read you effortlessly? “I’m not interested in anything you’ve got to say.”

Billy’s eyes glimmer with something dangerous, and he tilts his head just slightly. "Really? ‘Cause you’ve been looking at me a lot for someone who isn’t."

You force yourself not to react. He’s fishing for a reaction, and you’re not going to give it to him. "You have no clue what you’re talking about," you reply, trying to sound steady, but your heart is racing.

Billy takes a step forward, lowering his voice, as if sharing a secret. “You know, I can tell when someone’s just pretending. You’re not as good at hiding it as you think, sweetheart.” He leans in even closer, his face inches from yours. “Why don’t you admit it? You’re intrigued.”

For a moment, part of you wants to push him away, to tell him to get lost. The logical part of you. But instead, you freeze. He’s not backing down and not deterred by you brushing him off. And part of you is happy he isn’t. Part of you is almost enjoying his attention.

“I don’t care what you think, Billy,” you say, the words coming out a little shakier than you intend. "You’re not worth my time."

Billy smirks again, his eyes lighting up in that annoying, self-satisfied way that makes your skin crawl. “Sure, Princess. You keep telling yourself that.”

He steps aside, finally letting you pass, but not before his hand grazes the side of your arm. The touch sends an involuntary shiver down your spine, and it takes everything in you to keep walking. You try to shake it off as you keep walking down the hall, but you know he’s watching you, the weight of his gaze heavy on your back.

By the time lunch rolls around, you’re exhausted—mentally, mostly. You spent half the morning trying to ignore the way Billy Hargrove had been getting under your skin, and the other half pretending like he hadn’t been in your head since yesterday. It was stupid, really. You knew what kind of guy he was. And yet, here you were, letting it bother you.

You drop into your usual seat at the lunch table, across from Robin and Steve. Eddie’s already there, poking at his food with disinterest while Robin chatters about some new movie she and Steve saw over the weekend. You try to listen, but the weight of Billy’s gaze from across the cafeteria is making it difficult.

“You’ve been a little quiet today,” Robin suddenly says, snapping you out of your thoughts. She nudges your tray. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing,” you say automatically, but even you don’t sound convincing.

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m not buying that.”

Eddie, who up until now has been ignoring the conversation, suddenly glances up. He follows your gaze across the cafeteria and scoffs. “Jesus Christ. Again?”

You snap back to reality, tearing your gaze away from Billy, but it’s too late. Eddie saw.

“I thought we talked about this,” Eddie mutters, stabbing a fry into a glob of ketchup.

“We did,” you reply tightly.

“And?”

“And nothing,” you huff.

Robin, sensing the shift in tension, leans in with an interested smirk. “Alright, so are we gonna pretend like Hargrove isn’t staring at you from across the room, or…?”

Steve groans. “Seriously? The dudes a dick,” He says as if you don’t know. “We knew something was up, you’ve been looking weird all day.”

“I have not been looking weird,” you argue.

Robin grins. “You kinda have.”

Eddie lets out a sharp exhale and turns to you fully. “You told me you were done with this already.”

“There’s nothing to be done with,” you snap, voice sharper than you meant it to be. “I’m not doing anything.”

Eddie scoffs. “Yeah? Well, he sure as hell is.”

Robin watches the exchange with an amused expression, but Steve looks a little more cautious. “Listen, I don’t like the guy either,” he says, glancing toward Billy. “But maybe let her handle it?”

Eddie looks at Steve like he just suggested something insane. “Oh, sure, let’s just let her walk straight into that disaster.”

You slam your fork down. “Eddie, enough.”

The table goes quiet.

You rub your temples, exhaling hard. “I know what he’s like. You don’t need to keep lecturing me about it.”

Eddie blinks, caught off guard by your tone. “I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” you cut him off. “And I get it, okay? You don’t trust him. I don’t trust him either. But I’m not an idiot, and I don’t need you hovering over me every five seconds about it.”

Eddie looks like he wants to argue, but for once, he doesn’t. Instead, he exhales heavily and mutters, “I’m just looking out for you.”

Your shoulders slump slightly, some of the fight draining out of you. “I know.”

Robin clears her throat, cutting the tension. “Sooo, we all in agreement? Hargrove is an actual demon, but it’s not our job to beat the idea into her head?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I still think it’s our job.”

Steve nudges his arm. “Let it go, dude.”

Eddie grumbles under his breath but says nothing else.

You poke at your food, your appetite all but gone. Across the cafeteria, Billy is still watching you, and despite everything you just said… you don’t look away this time.

The last bell finally rings, and you exhale, relieved to be free from the suffocating halls of Hawkins High—at least for the day. You gather your things, moving quickly to avoid getting caught up in the post-class rush, but it doesn’t take long before you feel it again.

That familiar, lingering presence.

You don’t even have to look to know who it is.

Billy falls into step beside you, hands in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, looking effortlessly smug. “You got a habit of starin’, princess,” he muses, voice dripping with amusement.

You blink, thrown off. “What?”

“Lunch,” he clarifies, smirk widening. “Caught you lookin’ at me.”

You scoff, shaking your head as you walk faster. “You’re delusional.”

Billy matches your pace with ease. “Am I?” He tilts his head, studying you. “’Cause I could’ve sworn you were watchin’ me. Like you couldn’t help yourself.”

Your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag as you keep walking, refusing to look at him. “You’re full of yourself.”

Billy hums, clearly entertained. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong.”

You stop at your locker, spinning the dial harder than necessary as you try to keep your expression neutral. “If I was looking, which I wasn’t, it’d only be because you make it hard to ignore your obnoxious ass.”

Billy leans against the lockers beside you, unbothered. “Yeah?” His voice drops lower, smooth and teasing. “That why you’re all flustered right now?”

You slam your locker shut, glaring at him. “I’m not flustered.”

His eyes flicker over your face, reading you too easily, like he knows he’s in your head and is enjoying every second of it. “Whatever you say, Munson.” He pushes off the locker, stepping back but not leaving just yet. “Maybe next time, don’t be so obvious.”

You huff, adjusting your bag as you start to walk away, only for his voice to call after you one more time.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

You don’t look back.

But damn it, you feel his eyes on you the whole way out.

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You’re exhausted—from school, from Eddie’s constant hovering, and most of all, from Billy’s persistence. He hasn’t done anything outright, nothing you could point to and say, see, this is why he’s trouble. But he’s there. In the halls, in your periphery, throwing casual smirks your way like he knows something you don’t.

At lunch, you’re at your usual spot with Eddie and his friends, Robin perched on the other side of the table, half-listening to Steve complain about work. You’re mostly tuned out, too aware of the weight of a particular gaze from across the room.

Billy is sitting with his douchebag friends, lounging back in his seat like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But his eyes keep flicking to you. Not constantly—just enough that you know it’s deliberate. Just enough that it’s distracting. Again.

“You spacing out or something?” Robin nudges your arm, making you blink and tear your gaze away.

“What?”

Robin follows your line of sight, eyes narrowing when she spots Billy at his table. When she looks back at you, her expression is unreadable. “Are we seriously doing this again?”

You frown. “Doing what?”

Robin leans in, lowering her voice. “Whatever weird, unspoken thing that’s happening between you and Hargrove.”

“There is no thing,” you insist quickly, too quickly.

She snorts. “Right. And Steve suddenly enjoys working retail.”

You shoot her a look, but she just shrugs. “I’m just saying—if you’re gonna go down that road, at least be smart about it.”

You don’t respond, mostly because you’re not even sure what to say. There’s no thing between you and Billy. There can’t be.

And yet, when you glance back across the room, you catch Billy smirking at you, like he knows something you don’t.

You look away this time.

The day starts like any other—school, classes, Eddie making sarcastic comments at every opportunity. But you can’t shake the feeling that something is shifting, like the inevitable pull of a current you’re not sure you want to fight anymore.

At lunch, you and Eddie are sitting with Robin, idly picking at your food when Steve Harrington appears, dropping his tray onto the table with a loud clatter.

“Alright, losers,” Steve announces, pointing at each of you in turn. “You’re coming to the game tomorrow.”

Robin groans dramatically, flopping onto the table. “Ugh, do we have to?”

“Yes.” Steve stabs a fry in her direction. “Support your school, Buckley. And besides, the team’s doing good this season. It might actually be fun.”

Eddie snorts. “Yeah, no. I’ve got a very important Hellfire meeting tomorrow. Sorry, big guy, but D&D takes precedence over sweaty jocks running around in circles.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Figures. What about you?” He turns to you, and you open your mouth to refuse out of instinct—until an image of Billy flashes through your mind.

You hesitate. Billy will be there.

You shouldn't care. You know that. But the thought plants itself in your brain, an unshakable little itch. You tell yourself it's curiosity, nothing more. It’s not like you’re going for him. It’s just… an excuse. A reason to see if he acts the same outside of school, if he’ll even acknowledge you when he's with his friends, when he’s not leaning against your locker and throwing smug comments your way.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “I mean… I guess I don’t have anything else going on.”

Robin sighs, giving you a look. “Fine. But if it sucks, I get to complain the whole time.”

Steve grins, triumphant. “Deal.”

Eddie shakes his head, unimpressed. “You’re really gonna go watch Hargrove stroke his own ego for an hour and a half?”

You nudge him with your elbow. “It’s just a game, Eds. Not the end of the world.”

He mutters something about falling to the dark side, but the conversation moves on, leaving you with the nagging realization that, despite every logical reason not to, you want to see Billy play.

You don’t expect to run into Billy after school, but of course, he finds you.

You’re walking toward the parking lot when you hear the unmistakable click of a lighter, followed by the sharp scent of cigarette smoke. Turning your head, you spot Billy leaning against a tree near the edge of the lot, one foot crossed over the other, watching you like he’s been waiting.

“You stalkin’ me, Munson?” he drawls, taking a slow drag of his cigarette.

You scoff. “Says the guy who’s always conveniently around.”

Billy smirks but doesn’t argue. Instead, he nods toward you. “So? You gonna be there tomorrow?”

Your heart stutters for half a second before you recover. “The game?”

He hums in confirmation, flicking ash onto the pavement.

You cross your arms. “Why do you care?”

He exhales a long stream of smoke, eyes flickering over you like he’s assessing something. “Maybe I just like an audience.”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches before you can stop it. His eyes catch the movement, and his smirk softens—just slightly.

“I’ll be there,” you admit before you can overthink it.

Billy tilts his head, looking vaguely pleased. “Good.”

He doesn’t push for more, doesn’t gloat like you expect him to. Instead, he flicks his cigarette away, pushing off the tree with an easy roll of his shoulders. “See you tomorrow, doll.”

And just like that, he’s gone, walking toward his Camaro like it was just another casual conversation.

You watch him go, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter.

It’s just a basketball game. It’s just curiosity.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

———————————————————————————

Friday drags, each class feeling longer than usual. You go through the motions—taking notes, exchanging sarcastic remarks with Eddie, rolling your eyes at Robin’s exaggerated groaning about having to endure the game later. But underneath it all, there’s something… off.

Billy hasn’t sought you out once.

No lingering at your locker. No smug comments in the hall. No interruptions in class with whispered teasing in your ear. It’s almost unsettling.

You shouldn’t care. It should be a relief, really. Maybe he lost interest, moved on to some other poor girl to taunt and charm in equal measure. That’s what you should want.

And yet, every time you pass him in the hall, your stomach twists just a little when he doesn’t even glance your way. He walks with his usual swagger, laughing with his friends, exuding the same effortless confidence, but it’s like you don’t exist.

It’s stupid. You know it’s stupid. But a small part of you—a part you don’t want to acknowledge—already misses the attention.

By the time the final bell rings, you’re more than ready to leave, eager for a distraction. Robin finds you at your locker, shoving her books into her bag with a dramatic sigh.

“I cannot believe we’re voluntarily going to this thing.”

You snort. “You act like it’s torture.”

“It is torture,” she insists. “Loud gym, sweaty dudes, and an entire student body acting like they suddenly care about school spirit? Pass.”

You shut your locker, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Well, too late now. Plus we’re supporting Steve.”

Robin groans, but she follows you anyway, because despite all her complaining, you both know she doesn’t actually mind.

As the two of you make your way toward the gym, you can’t help but wonder—will Billy keep ignoring you? Or was this whole day just a setup for something else? Regardless, you didn’t like it.

[su8arandspite]

New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway. 

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached. 

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips. 

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One! 

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils. 

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

[littlexdeaths]

someone’s a little jealous…

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: smut +18 only, jealous!eddie, possessive!eddie, thigh riding, praise kink, semi-public sex, also a lil sprinkle of mean!eddie bc i love him.

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

“eddie, hold on—” you mewl, unintentionally grinding yourself harder onto his thigh.

eddie has you pinned between the side of your garage and his chest, purposefully out of view from the prying eyes of your brother. his lips are everywhere, pressing heavy kisses wherever he could reach.

no sliver of skin was left untouched, whether that was from his wandering hands or his lips. he wanted you to feel him all over, to imprint his touch onto your skin forever.

as if to remind you just who you really belonged to, not that you could ever forget.

once you’d said your goodbyes to steve after an incredibly unpleasant dinner, you’d planted a chaste kiss on his cheek (it’s all for the bit, right?) but eddie was beyond fuming.

he’d convinced your brother he had forgotten something back at his trailer, so he’d be gone for at least another twenty minutes. giving him plenty of time to pull you aside and have his way with you.

“what? you want your other boyfriend to come take care of you? is that it?” he grunts, pressing his denim-clad thigh harder against your cunt.

your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, fingernails digging harder into the meat of his shoulders.

“no, i want you, ed.” you whine, feeling the way his lips turn up in a smirk against your jaw.

“is that so?” he hums, nipping at your throat. “didn’t look that way at dinner, baby. looked to me like you really wanted, stevie.”

he all but sneers the other male’s name, the possessive edge to his voice has you practically trembling in his embrace. you’d seen eddie jealous before, but this was on a whole other level.

and you can’t deny the way your cunt practically throbs in response to it.

but when you frantically shake your head and look up at him with those doe eyes, his resolve starts to slip. “it’s only you, eddie. i only want you.”

he makes a deep humming sound in the back of his throat, pressing more heated kisses along your jaw.

“think you’re gonna need to prove it to me, sweetness. prove to me that you’re my good girl.”

he leans one hand on the wall beside your head, and the other he uses to help continually guide your hips along his thigh. your body is buzzing, practically alight under his ministrations— but as good as this felt, you needed more.

“need you to fuck me,” you whimper, burying your face in the sweaty skin of his neck to press some open-mouthed kisses there.

you can feel the chuckle that vibrates against your lips, the sound further dampening your panties.

“you gotta earn that, sweetheart. show me you can come like this and then i’ll think about it.”

he can tell you’re pouting without actually seeing you, earning you another deep chuckle. but you know that’s not going to get you what you want. so when you grip onto his battle vest for leverage and use it to further dampen his jeans, he has to hold back a moan.

“that’s it baby, see you can listen, huh?” the condescension in his tone is thick, “just gotta give you proper incentive, that it?”

you can only manage a whine in response, your own thighs starting to tighten around his own once you find just the right spot. and you’re downright frantic then, hips stuttering as you chase that high. your boyfriend only encourages you, gently coaxing your face from his neck.

his eyes are dark, hungry as he greedily takes in your expressions. the way you tuck your lip between your teeth, a habit you’d formed to keep yourself quiet. and the way your lashes are fluttering, eyes threatening to close with each glide of your clit against the denim beneath your hips.

you’re utterly wrecked, and it’s all because of him.

“cum for me baby, you can do it.” he coos, leaning down to press your lips together.

that’s all it takes for you to fall apart, your body trembling in his strong embrace. he swallows your cries as he kisses you deeper, cradling your body against his own. but you barely have time to relish in the feeling as you hear the back door slam open.

you both freeze as the distinct sound of your brother’s whistling fills the evening air. eddie carefully slides his thigh out from between your own, and you allow your body to rest fully against the garage. neither of you make another move as the lid of the garbage can is flung open, barely five feet around the corner from where you both are standing.

sid makes a noise of disgust as he tosses the bag of trash into the can, and you have to cover your mouth to stifle a giggle. eddie just gives you a pointed look, as if to say, really? right now?

unbeknownst to you, your brother has guns n’roses blasting through the headset of his walkman— so there’s no way he would’ve heard you anyhow.

but your body sags in relief when you hear the back door close again, and eddie blows out the breath he’d been holding.

“jesus christ, that was way too close,” he groans.

you can’t help but giggle when you tug him back into you, nudging your nose with his as you kiss him deeply. eddie rests his hands on your hips, groaning into your mouth when your knee brushes against the bulge in his jeans.

“wait, wait, wait, sweetheart.” he almost whines, causing you to giggle again.

“you promised me, munson.”

he curses again, pulling away from you to run a hand through his tousled hair.

“trust me, i’ll make good on that promise, baby…. but later, okay?”

he gives you a look as you jut out your lower lip in a pout, to which he responds by taking it inbetween his teeth with a grunt.

“god, you’ll be the death of me. you know that?”

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[lokiiied]

the steddie brainrot is so real why did they do this to me they’re so sick and twisted

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah that was so sad but what did Steve say when he got to the bar to come get us?😭

Hiiii babes!!! I know it was sad but sure I’ll give you a little thing of what Steve said when he came to get you from the Hideout! 💖

-this goes along with this post right here✨

CW: One small mention of death

“Hey….” “Don’t say anything Steve…just…don’t.” “Wasn’t going to say anything…but uh you ready to go or wanna stay a little longer?” “Why’d he call you? He didn’t…he shouldn’t have done that…I’m grown.” “He was worried that’s all.” “He’s not worried about me…he doesn’t care about me.” “Right…yeah…whatever you say…soooo…we staying or are we leaving?” “You’ll never leave me will you Stevie?” “No…you’re sadly stuck with me as your older brother for the rest of your life.” “I love him…and he doesn’t care.” “Hey…look at me…he cares okay? He just has to do what’s best for him and you can’t hate him for that…he needed a new start after Wayne died and…you have to let him go.” “I’m not ready…I don’t want to.” “I can’t sit here and let you be miserable all the time…you have to start to let him go and move on…it’s been six months.” “I just miss him…he doesn’t even want to come visit…” “because it’s too soon…he’s not ready to come back because he’s not sure he’ll be able to leave again if he comes back now…but please just…can we go home?” “I’m sorry Stevie…you shouldn’t have to come get your sister from a shitty bar because she’s drunk and crying over a dumb boy.” “That’s what big brothers are for…but yeah next time can you pick a place that isn’t so…sticky?” “Do you think he loves me?” “I..I think he did…yeah.” “He did? So…not anymore?” “I think he had to do what he had to do…so he’d be able to leave…and I think that meant he had to rid himself of his feelings for you..” “So he’ll never want to love me because I’m the reason he wouldn’t be able to leave?” “I don’t know…I really don’t know.” “Okay…you can take me home now…” “I love you…you’re going to be okay…I’ll make sure of it.” “I love you too…thank you.”

[cielie-voss]

Okay so I'm currently sick again and super bored and I don't know what to do so please send some requests! 😭 I'd love to write some cute little fics.