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I Put A Spell On You- fem reader x Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham

After Chrissy and Jason have a big fight and break up at his Halloween party Steve and the reader make her forget by giving her the best sex of her life.

Steve is Tarzan, the reader is a witch and Chrissy is a vampire cheerleader. Reader met Steve at scoops and eventually, they worked together at family video and started dating.

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Jason's annual Halloween party was in full swing that night with Jason and Chrissy being vampires but her costume had a twist she was a vampire goth cheerleader. Even though everyone had graduated by now, and in college, you returned home to Hawkins for Halloween with your boyfriend Steve. It was a nice dinner before the party and you had dry ice cocktails with gummies, club sandwiches with a side of fries, and chocolate fondue. Now at the party, you were dancing to Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue.

Some of the other guests included keg King Billy Hargrove, Eddie, Jeff, Garett, Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, Tommy, and Carol—also some of Jason's jock friends, other cheerleaders, and of course Chrissy. There was also a DJ playing requests and spinning some vinyl. Eddie and you used to date and you loved to catch Corroded Coffin shows but even though he was your first real and serious long-term boyfriend and you lost your virginity to him- it was Steve who you fell for hard and fast. You were so in love. Eddie was still one of the best guys but you realized you were better off as friends.

There was bobbing for apples, a Halloween twister, and tons of Halloween-inspired treats/desserts, including candy corn, chocolates, cotton candy, caramel corn, and orange and black cupcakes. The punch was orange, and there was a keg of beer and some wine, vodka, and wine coolers. The house, inside and out, was decorated with a lot of Halloween decor, and everything looked so nice and spooky. Billy was dressed as a zombie slayer, Nancy was dressed as Janet Weiss, Jonathan as Brad from Rocky Horror, Argyle as Bob Marley, Robin, and Vickie with matching couple costumes of Daphne and Velma (with Robin being Velma), and Corroded Coffin as zombie rockstars.

Zombie Eddie complete with face paint and fake wounds hooked you up with the best weed for 15% off too. It was nice to be able to count on him. Eddie was the best at dealing and he gave you good discounts. Even though Jason didn't like him still he was allowed to sell some drugs as long as he gave Jason a bit of his stash.

Chrissy and Jason were outside smoking and he seemed paranoid. Next thing you knew they were fighting and he stormed off in a huff. Rushing outside to her rescue you gave her a tissue since you realized she was crying. She looked adorable in her vampire cheerleader Halloween costume complete with fake fangs that were made and designed to look like real teeth complete with fake blood. Steve was the best Tarzan that night with his beautiful chest hair on display and you were dressed up as a sexy witch in all black and fishnets (and no underwear).

"Thank you. That's nice of you but you didn't have to," she told you with a sad look. At least her mascara was waterproof. "We broke up," she added meekly.

Taking the tissue she dabbed her eyes with it. Steve was still inside but nearby looking concerned as a Def Leppard song began blaring through the sound system. Chrissy sighed heavily and leaned against the wall as you sipped red wine from a blue solo cup. Chrissy was looking forlorn but you wanted to cheer her up since she was one of your closest friends after all.

"Look I saw what happened with Jason and you don't deserve that but you can do so much better than him. It's going to be okay though. Maybe we should dance?" You suggested as you took her hand in yours squeezing it assuringly. She had the most dainty and small fingers. For the party, she had done her nails white with a red dripping blood effect whereas yours were jet black.

"Sure that would be nice. Is your boyfriend Steve going to join us?" She asks softly as she tosses the tissue aside.

"He will be I guess. He does make quite the Tarzan don't you think?"

She nodded and laughed softly. Taking your hand she walked back inside with you as Def's song Pour Some Sugar on Me was wrapping up. The next song started as you began dancing and by now Jason and his buddies were outside shooting some hoops. As you and Chrissy danced to 'Do you wanna touch me?' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Steve had a mischievous grin on his face.

The rest of the partygoers dancing inside still looked at you and Chrissy touching and dancing. They were mouths agape as you moved closer to Chrissy running your fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair. She was smiling her mouth close to yours before you remembered you weren't alone. Before things went any farther you whispered into her ear.

"Can we take this to a bedroom?" You asked softly.

"Sure. Invite Steve if you want," she added in a loud whisper.

The next song came on The Runaway's big hit Cherry Bomb. As Cherrie Curry's voice boomed from the loudspeaker Chrissy made her way to an empty room where you found Steve again. Going over to him you took him by the hand and several of the partygoers looked at you with interest in their eyes. Did you want to be more than friends with your good friend of so many years Chrissy Cunningham? The answer to that was yes of course.

"Chrissy wants us alone and you can come too, Steve," you whispered to him as you made your way down the hall noticing Chrissy going to Jason's room.

"Wow uh sure. Unexpected but I'm really glad."

In Jason's room, you noticed Chrissy looking out the window into the pale moonlight. Noticing you and Steve now in the room she sat down on the bed. She was so glad that she could be alone with the both of you now.

"So that was interesting seeing you and my girlfriend dancing," Steve chuckled half-jokingly.

"Oh we were just having fun silly," she teased back at him.

Joining Chrissy on the bed you held her hand admiring her beauty. She looked great as a vampire cheerleader. It was a stark contrast from the preppy and pretty cheerleader she would be at Hawkins High but that was years ago and you were all in college now. Steve pretended to be busy looking around at the stuff Jason had in his room. Luckily it looked like Jason had recently remade his bed with clean sheets.

"Steve come sit with us. Get over here big boy," you teased playfully as you patted the bed. Taking off your witch hat you placed it on Jason's nightstand.

Chrissy's pom poms were scattered on the floor as well as her shoes and yours. Steve made his way over to the bed and sat between you and Chrissy before pulling you into his lap. Chrissy longingly looked over at you in his lap yearning for some attention. She always wanted a romance like you had with Steve. Jason never really did that for her not even in the beginning but for them both being popular and head cheerleader/basketball star they seemed destined to be together (or at least people at Hawkins High thought).

As Steve peppered kisses on your neck you giggled and laced your fingers with his. Chrissy was looking at you both shyly and blushing a little. Steve noticed and smiled at her as Chrissy took a sip of her drink before placing it on the nightstand.

"You two are adorable together. Truly. I am happy for you," Chrissy commented as she played with a strand of her hair.

"Well you deserve to be just as happy as we are and you will be someday," you assured her as you reached your hand out to hold hers.

Chrissy was the best friend you could ask for and you wanted to see her happy. She was the best and coolest girl. Steve liked her too and thought your friendship with her was healthy and he was happy for you to have such a close friend.

Chrissy pouted and rolled her eyes as she squeezed your hand before saying.

"Oh, I guess so I mean I don't know. I just want a fairy tale type of love. Something nice and a relationship where we can just be ourselves. No strings attached. Someone faithful and caring," she told you with a slight shrug.

"Any guy would be lucky to have you and any guy who ever talks bad about you is a low-life loser. Guys are pathetic to ever talk trash about you Chris," Steve comforted her as he looked at her with a genuine smile on his lips.

Deciding to break the ice you chimed in.

"Steve and I have been talking about opening our relationship a bit. With someone cool, someone nice and pretty. A girl who is a good person and an even better friend," you added as you boldly lifted her cheerleader skirt revealing the cute short shorts she had on underneath.

"You mean me?" She asked nervously before gulping her cheeks turning a faint shade of light red.

"Yes. We haven't had a threesome before. Have you? I mean we have had other girls around but Steve just watched me and the girls together and got off on his own.." you admitted your gaze never leaving hers.

"Oh wow. No, I haven't. I've been in vanilla relationships. Nothing freaky and no Jason hasn't even asked for a threesome. He does have adult films on video and dirty magazines though," she confesses as her cheeks turn redder.

Steve cleared his throat as his cheeks turned dark pink. You noticed and patted his shoulder playfully. Chrissy boldly took your hand in hers squeezing it and leaned in closer breathing in your scent. Your lips practically brushed against hers as you could feel Steve kissing your neck and holding your hair back.

"Go ahead and kiss her," he encouraged.

Already you could feel Steve's erection pushing through his Tarzan costume. His chest hair felt good against your back. Clearing your throat you leaned in closer to Chrissy as she did as well closing the distance. Without another word from anyone your lips locked with hers and you had an intense and passionate kiss with her red lipstick and your black lipstick rubbing off on each other's lips. You cupped her cheek and kissed her deeper as you felt butterflies in your stomach from the kissing you were doing with her. The way she tasted was incredible and she probably thought the same thing about you or so you thought as she smiled against the kiss.

Soon your kissing with her turned into hot and heavy making out as Steve kissed your shoulder and caressed your breasts causing you to groan. Chrissy sighed happily against your lips as Steve played with your bra strap wanting to remove it. Chrissy broke the kiss now breathless to say

"Amazing. Could I kiss Steve?" She asked sounding shy but you could tell she was yearning for this.

You nodded as Steve's lips met your neck again as he looked at Chrissy. She leaned in close to him and their lips soon met. Steve hummed against her lips as she locked lips with him and they kissed softly and sweetly. He was having the best time and you could tell she genuinely was as well as they continued to kiss for a bit.

"She a good kisser baby and cute vampire cheerleader. Maybe we should get undressed," he suggested once their kiss broke.

Removing your witch hat you tossed it aside and then removed your dress before Steve helped you with your bra. Once that was all out of the way you were down to your fishnets. Steve groped and grabbed your ass squeezing it and kneading it with his hands before giving it a good hard and firm slap causing you to cry out in pleasure. As this was happening Chrissy was watching still having all her clothes on except her shoes and socks. Steve ripped your tights open to expose your pussy on full display and licked his lips.

"Help her out with that baby," you suggested to Steve as he tweaked your nipples and caressed them.

"You can help me with that Stevie. And Y/N you have a beautiful figure," Chris told you with another blush.

Steve in no time had her cheerleading top removed and then her skirt followed by her bra. She was wearing white silk panties with a lacy trim. She was beautiful but it wasn't as if you were expecting anything less of her. You wanted to kiss her again and explore her body with your mouth and hands. You wanted to make love to her and Steve having your bodies satiate and satisfy each other.

"Thank you, Chrissy. I love your costume but I love it even better without you in it," you told her sincerely as she undressed you with her eyes.

Steve watched hard as a rock resisting the urge to touch himself-especially since he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Shit Chrissy!" Steve cried out as began to kiss and suck your nipples first the left one then the right.

"Mm yeah do that babe," you urged her wanting to feel her mouth, teeth, lips, and tongue all over your body, especially your chest.

Steve looked so sexy with his pink swollen cock leaking precum. You wanted to suck him off so badly with Chrissy. Right now your focus on Chrissy was just as much as she was focusing on you. Tugging strands of her hair you let her nibble and suck on your hardened nipples. She groped your breasts and squeezed them giving them equal attention.

"Fuck Chrissy that feels nice. Let me take care of you now."

She reluctantly stopped pleasing your breasts for the moment as she licked up your body and met your lips in a deep kiss letting Steve get a good view. You did the same for her in return sucking and nibbling, biting, pleasing her nipples and breasts like you knew you liked it. Hopefully, she would enjoy it too. It was erotic and orgasmic.

"Mm so good Y/N," Chrissy cooed only further encouraging you.

Even though Steve was watching you were so into Chrissy at the moment it almost didn't matter to you. Steve couldn't resist and removed his skirt then underwear and began to stroke himself as he panted and threw his head back.

"You like this huh Chris?" You teased as you squeezed her nipples and groped them which she seemed to enjoy.

"I love it," she assured you eyes locked with yours. Chrissy was so into it further excited you and Steve too.

Noticing Steve stroking himself you got an idea. Meeting Chrissy's lips in a kiss you squeezed her ass. As you move down her body you remove her panties with your teeth you had a good view of her pussy.

"Fuck so hot baby!" Steve encouraged as he rubbed his cock faster. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Mm, let's join Steve on the bed I want to suck his cock don't you?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

"Y-yes please," she stammered as she looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

Putting your witch hat back on before going over to the bed you smiled as you began to stroke Steve's cock and stared at his happy trail. Chrissy was next to you and cradling his balls as he looked like he was feeling pure bliss. Taking him into your mouth you pumped his shaft and sucked the head.

"Fuck baby yea do that!" Steve encouraged as he leaned back and tugged your hair.

Chrissy licked his balls as she looked at you sucking his cock. You wanted to make your man feel so good and had Steve right where you wanted him. He tasted so good and was so thick and veiny with the perfect girth.

"Fuck so good! My little witch!" Steve proclaimed as he let you use your beautiful mouth on him. He loved your blowjobs.

Using spit as lube you rubbed it over his shaft before taking him as deep as you could go practically choking as Chrissy looked at you seemingly impressed.

"She's so good at that," Chrissy mused as you spit and slobbered all over his cock.

"She sure is. Fuck!" Steve bellowed as he threw his head back and thrust his hips as he bit his lips enough to draw blood.

Chrissy loved watching him as you pleased him and as he held your hair back she placed kisses on your back and squeezed your ass and the material of your black fishnets. Popping off Steve's cock you offered her a taste.

"Your turn Chris," you cooed as you let her have a turn.

Steve was in pure bliss as he felt Chrissy's wet and warm mouth envelop his cock doing her best to take him as completely as she could. The part of his shaft she couldn't fit into her mouth she stroked as you cradled his balls and kissed him.

"Mm fuck baby her mouth is like heaven," he mumbled against your lips before kissing you deeply with his tongue.

You were so fully and completely in love with him and watching your man with another woman especially one as beautiful as Chrissy was quite the sight to see.

"That's right, Chrissy gag on it," you encouraged as she ravaged his cock licking and sucking and choking on it too.

"Gonna cum soon!" Steve protested as Chrissy worked her mouth so perfectly.

You squeezed Steve's balls feeling how full of cum they were now. He was close there was no doubt about that. You wanted him to feel good and chase his high but then get hard again soon after.

"Cum for us Stevie. Cum all over my chest," you urged him as he pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself.

You got down on your knees smirking up at him and letting him jerk himself off as Chrissy watched with pure fascination. She was enamoured by the sight of this wanting more than anything to see him cum.

Steve was soon panting and gasping with his head thrown back and his hands moving through strands of his beautiful brown locks. As his warm cum coated your chest, he groped your breasts and squeezed them while also pinching your nipples. He loved the sight and caught his breath once he finished cumming. Eagerly you licked it up and sucked your fingers clean of his delicious cum.

Chrissy came over to kiss you and said "That was so hot."

"You ladies should play with each other while I get hard again. Wanna fuck you both. Sound good?" Steve asked with lust in his eyes and seduction in his voice.

Chrissy and you nodded and he smiled in satisfaction. Sitting in a nearby chair he began to stroke himself as you and Chrissy got on the bed. Kissing down her body you began to spread her legs and spread her pussy lips. Inserting a finger you took notice of how tight she was.

Deciding you wanted to try something new and for the first time, you eagerly began to rub your pussy against hers and kissed her deeply and messily. Steve was panting hard as he stroked and watched.

"Fuck yeah, just like that!" Chrissy moaned against your lips.

"Oh fuck! Shit!" Steve cried out.

Looking at Steve you smiled as you continued to deeply kiss Chrissy your tongues tangling and exploring as you rubbed your firm nipples against her perky ones. She tasted so good. The sounds of your pussies squelching as they rubbed against each other were otherworldly.

"Mm so wet you feel so g-good!" She stammered as Chrissy moved faster barely able to control herself.

Steve was soon at full hardness again and got up walking over to the two of you. Locking eyes with Steve as he laid down on the other side of the bed still watching the show you gave Chrissy another kiss before moving off the top of her.

"I want Steve to fuck me first while I eat that pretty pussy Chris," you told her sounding sure of yourself.

She nodded at your request and stayed on her back spreading her legs as Steve came up behind you and teased his firm and erect cock at your entrance. Slowly and gently he was pushing at your entrance with the tip and holding your hips firmly.

"Ready for me baby?"

"Yes, King Steve."

Steve sunk into your pussy and kneaded your ass. He loved how wet you were as your pussy fully enveloped his cock. He loved how he could always get cock drunk on you. As he began to pound away you fingered Chris with two fingers and the kitten licked her pussy. Her thighs squeezed your head gently as she screamed in orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh fuck baby fuck yes!" She cried out in ecstasy. She was so in love with your tongue.

As your eyes stared into hers she tugged your hair and Steve pounded harder jack hammering you. You loved it though and it was so addicting. He was all you needed and craved besides Chrissy's pussy.

"Fuck yes, Steve fuck!" You cried for him begging for more.

"So pretty devouring that pussy. Eat that pussy and suck that clit! Let daddy watch," he demanded as he smacked your ass causing you to cry more for him.

Your cries came out muffled as you ate her pretty pink clit and devoured her. Steve grabbed your purse taking out rope he knew you kept in it and began to tie your hands up. The wails escaping your mouth didn't faze him any as he made sure the ropes were tight. Holding your head down a bit forcefully he pushed your face further into her pussy.

"Fuck yes eat that clit! Fuck me with your mouth! Yes!" Chrissy moaned so loud it made you gasp in shock.

Steve didn't let up on pulling your hair and holding your head down as he fucked you raw getting lost in the moment. Steve's hip thrusts were a bit erratic and his groans were otherworldly especially combined with Chrissy's pretty gasps and loud moans echoing off the walls. Her hands went to her breasts tweaking her nipples as she thrust her hips into your mouth feeling her orgasm approaching.

Even though you couldn't speak with your mouth full of pussy your muffled cries could still be heard. You were practically wearing her pussy as a muzzle and Steve's angry red tip would no doubt soon be leaking with precum as he hardened inside you and fucked you senseless as if it were the last time he might ever fuck you.

"Mmm, that's a girl eat that pussy you fucking slut!" He admonished with a firm slap to your ass making your cries louder before smacking your ass again and ripping your tights a bit more in the process.

Less than minutes later and without warning he began to pull your head back by tugging on your hair and met your lips in a tongue-tangling and intense kiss. Your pussy felt so stimulated and you were close to cumming but not quite there yet. Your cunt clenched around nothing as Steve eased out of you.

"Sit on Chrissy's face. I want to see just how tight the Queen of Hawkins is," he declared as he guided you over to the pillows and spread Chrissy's legs.

"Mmm yes fuck me, Steve!" She begged as Chrissy licked and bit her lips in anticipation.

Steve went right to work eagerly lining up at her entrance and sliding inside slowly giving her time to adjust. Meanwhile, you were straddling her face and facing Steve. Lowering yourself down she gripped your hips holding them tightly. With your hands still behind your back, Steve leaned in closer to kiss you as he began to steadily fuck Chrissy.

Her pussy was so wet and warm and clenched around his cock so tightly. Chrissy's mewls and gasps only grew in crescendo as Steve pounded into her and grabbed her breasts as you kissed him and whimpered as loudly as you could against his lips.

"Fuck yeah! Fuck her pussy!" You cry out as you ride her face faster and harder about to chase your high.

"Mm make my girl cum, Chrissy," he urged her wanting you to feel good too.

Steve kissed you intensely as your fingers found her clit and rubbed circles on it in tandem with the thrusts he made inside her.

"Mmm yes," she mumbled around your pussy as she applied pressure with her fingers and sucked even biting your pussy lips gently earning yelps of praise from you.

As he moved inside her Steve threw his head back in extreme pleasure. Having his cock buried deep inside to the hilt of Hawkins High head cheerleader was pure bliss for him. Nothing though compared to your pussy it was like heaven to him but fucking her was pretty close to it he soon realized.

"Cum for me, Y/N," Steve pleaded as you screamed in ecstasy signaling you were so close now to your release.

"Yes, Steve gonna cream on her face!" You cried out hysterically.

Steve picked his pace up which made Chrissy cry out louder making the prettiest sounds against your pink pussy. She seemingly loved it and she was devouring your cunt like it was the best thing she ever tasted. As you smothered her with your face she got a good grip on your hips.

"Mm, baby how about you suck my cock and taste her juices?" Steve suggested before pulling out of her slowly.

"Yes please sir," you responded which led to Steve gripping you by your hair and pulling you down so you could get close to his cock.

Pushing you down onto his cock you opened your mouth and sucked loving the taste. Steve went back to fucking her as you ate her pussy at the same rhythm and speed she was eating yours. Chrissy's muffled sounds of pleasure were beautiful as you groaned against her pretty clit.

"Suck it again slut! Now! No questions asked!" he bellowed as he pulled out and shoved his cock down your throat.

He pushed his cock deep down until you gagged and choked spitting all over it and slobbering. You began to cry out as you got close to riding out your high. Steve could always tell by the way you looked at him with your eyes when you were about to cum and how you looked.

"Get on your back and spread those legs again baby I'm gonna make you cum," he instructed.

Grabbing your witch hat on the edge of the bed nearby he placed it atop your head earning a giggle from you. Reluctantly getting off Chrissy's face you lay next to her on your hands and knees kissing her with your tongue thoroughly enjoying it as you tasted yourself and Steve watched.

"Mm so good. Now Im gonna alternate between you both until I make you ladies cum. Sound good? How are you doing Chris?" He coaxed gently sounding concerned.

Chrissy licked her lips and teeth including her faux vampire fangs and smiled wickedly with a glint in her eyes.

"I'm good Steve. Your girlfriend tastes amazing."

Steve leaned in kissing her to taste for himself. He loved your scent and your taste. He got off on it and it was like a high to him. Positioning himself at your entrance once again he bottomed out inside as you hugged his cock gripping it like a vise and a glove.

"Fuck! This is my pussy. Wanna see you touch each other. Come on get creative," he commanded with a firm smack to your ass.

Chrissy's hand went down to your entrance and she inserted two dainty and slick fingers rubbing your clit and whining. Your hands went to her breasts pinching and squeezing them as well as her nipples while Steve pumped away hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck Steve yes gonna cum soon fuck!"

"That's right slut! Fuck her clit and stimulate it!" He bellowed as he cockily ran his fingers through his beautiful locks of brown hair and his cock twitched inside you.

"She looks so pretty with your cock inside her Steve," Chrissy Sultry commented as Steve began to fuck you harder pistoning his hips quickly.

Chrissy continued to caress your breasts as you felt your orgasm washing over you and you cried out his name.

"Steve Im cumming all over your cock!" You whined as your hat fell off from how hard the bed was shaking from him fucking you.

"Mm, that's right cream all over my cock. Gonna give it to Chrissy real good."

Steve pulled out of you and wasted no time licking you up and cleaning you up earning squeals and sounds of pleasure escaping from your lips as Chrissy mewled. Her cunt clenched as she watched him eat and lick your pussy clean.

"Mm, Steve need you to make me cum!" She pleaded wanting to get his cock again and feeling overstimulated.

"Let me watch you fuck her til she cums," you begged as Steve stopped licking your clit and leaned in to kiss you as he slapped your breasts.

With tongues tangling you moaned against each other's mouths. Hearing Steve moan was the sexiest thing and once the kiss broke you kissed Chrissy letting her taste your cum.

"Alright, Chris time to finish you off and cum for you ladies."

Steve lined up at her entrance once again and gave her no time to adjust as he bottomed out and began fucking her at a steady pace rocking the bed hard once again and wanting to chase his high.

"Fuck Steve pound me with that big cock! Jason would never do it this good," she praised him as a cocky grin formed on Steve's lips.

As he split her open on his dick, Chrissy's breasts bounced and you sucked her nipples as one of your fingers moved to her clit adding extra pleasure and causing her to whine and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Fuck no he couldn't. Just need to be fucked senseless by my big cock is that right baby?" Steve chided her as he gave her firm ass a good squeeze.

You kissed her as Steve pumped in and out of her wet entrance his hands firmly gripping her hips for good measure. He loved the way her pussy looked as he fucked her tight hole. Moving down her body you began to flick her clit with your tongue emitting the prettiest cries from her red lips smeared with lipstick. You could tell she was begging for her release.

"Fuck Steve gonna cum all over your dick! The biggest one I've seen," she squealed earning some slaps to her ass and your tongue even deeper in her pussy.

Her taste was insatiable and Steve couldn't wait to get a good taste of it too. His balls were heavy with cum and ached as he was about to chase his high. He was mere moments away from it now.

"Fuck yeah gonna cream my cock like my slutty girlfriend did huh?" Steve teased her as you squeezed his balls feeling how heavy and full of cum they were now.

Chrissy yelped and screamed her cries echoing off the walls. The way you were finger fucking her combined with the way Steve was ferally claiming her pussy and fucking her senseless, she was going to cum so hard and good. It would be insatiable.

"Oh fuck I think Im gonna squirt!" Sounding so sure of herself as her walls clenched his cock as tight as ever and she found her release.

"Mm yes squirt all over his cock," you encouraged her right before you sealed her lips with a kiss and fingered her harder in her special place.

Chrissy began to cum so hard and even squirt for the first time and you watched as Steve took it.

"Fuck yes, that's our girl!" He praised her as she pulled you in for a deep kiss nearing overstimulation now.

Steve pulled out of her and sighed as he stroked his cock. He went right to cleaning her up then shared a French kiss with you. Stroking his cock he began to edge himself. Chrissy got on her knees and worked on licking his cock clean as you played with his balls and sucked them into your mouth.

"Mm make me cum sluts wanna cum all over those pretty breasts and in your mouths," Steve ordered knowing he would be getting exactly what he wanted.

Switching positions you began to deep-throat him and let him face fuck you as Chrissy paid attention to his balls by groping and squeezing them.

"Yeah take it fucking whore!" He chided you as he pulled your hair back and fucked your face senselessly wanting to cum and about ready to go over the edge.

His cock was so big and kept making you choke and gag but you took Steve's pretty cock as best you could. You loved being his fuck toy to use and abuse as he pleased.

"So good seeing you suck your boyfriend like that. So deep," Chrissy praised you before Steve pulled out your mouth and shoved his cock down her throat making her sputter and gasp.

Steve wanted to give you both all his cum to share and he wanted to watch it all with delight. Chrissy hollowed out her cheeks and opened her mouth wide as he used her throat as a fuck hole. It made you incredibly turned on especially seeing the bulge in her throat from his cock.

"Fuck! Gonna cum!" He protested as he rolled to the back of his head, his pace and thrusts became erratic, and he pulled out of her mouth soon cumming all over her chest then yours, and into your mouth's last.

Licking your lips and looking at him you savored his taste. Chrissy did as well daring to swallow which Steve of course noticed.

"Did I say you could swallow? Lick her chest and then spit it into her mouth!" He firmly commanded before slapping her cheek.

"Yes sir I will."

Leaning down she began to suck your left breast and paid particular attention to your nipple before her mouth latched onto your other nipple. You whimpered as she did this still not swallowing. Chrissy licked up your chest and neck and spit all of the cum into your open mouth. You licked your lips savoring every drop of it.

"My good little whore let me see all that cum."

You did as he asked and opened your mouth wide.

"Good. Now spit into Chrissy's mouth."

She opened her mouth wide letting you give her a taste of it. Swishing it in her mouth she waited for Steve's next instruction.

"Now spit it back into her mouth but not all of it."

She nodded and you opened your mouth taking all she had to give.

"Now both of you swallow and kiss."

You did with pure joy as Chrissy did the same as she was instructed to do. As you shared a cum-filled French kiss with Chrissy, Steve watched in pure delight before pulling each of you in for a kiss.

"Fucking whores. I love it."

When you were done making a mess of Jason's bed and after relaxing and coming down from your highs, Steve got up and redressed.

"Well see you ladies again soon right?" He asked as you watched his cute little ass get his Tarzan skirt back on.

"Of course," Chrissy told him cheerfully before blowing him a kiss.

You just lay there and talked with Chrissy and kissed some more before getting dressed again. Picking up the video camera a glint formed in her eyes from her brilliant idea.

"We should make sure Jason finds out about this. Make a video telling him what we did," Chrissy craftily told you.

"Perfect idea. He would be so mad but he so deserves it!"

Long story short, he found out what Chrissy did with you and Steve. Needless to say, he was pissed. From then on and at every party afterward (never again at Jason's but especially at Steve's place) you all hooked up and had the best and hottest time together. The only hotter threesome hotter than with Steve and Chrissy was with Steve, Chrissy, and Eddie in a foursome but that's a story for another time…

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niragisqueenofhearts · 1 month ago

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men i could fix ch.4

It's been a hot minute, how y'all been? Good? Bad?... You breathing?? Okay good. Anywhooooo, I'm here so y'all know what that means.

BILLY HARGROVE

A favorite of the masses. (me)

So, what can I say about Mr. William Hargrove.... Well...

Billy was a misunderstood man who just needed a little bit of loving. The End.

Kidding, I'm not gonna leave y'all like that calm down.

"Billy is the high school racist who bullied little kids for no reason, I'm glad he's dead!"

Yeah well you're just the victim blaming cunt and you should trip on a knife-

First off, Billy was abandoned by his mother, the only person who actually gave a shit about him, and was left stuck with his puckering asshole of a father who thought it was okay to use his child as a punching bag.

And like usual children who are having problems at home, he took it with him everywhere. That whole, "Oh I'm tough" demeanor he put on at school? Yeah, that was a mask to protect himself from other possible people who'd try to fuck with him like his father did, only difference is that he could actually fight back.

Now y'all can argue about this all you want but the fact is, after his mom left, Billy was raised with anger therefore he projected anger. He was angry. It's the nature vs nurture law sweeties, look it up. Next!

Second, Billy did what any other older brother would do, protect his sister. Regardless of if Billy portrayed that he hated Max or didn't, he was protecting her. For example, when he went to that house to confront Steve and the others, we may have seen it as Max hanging out with her friends, but you know how Billy saw it? His young stepsister in a house filled with random guys he doesn't know, not to mention Steve, a fucking high schooler, hanging out with little kids... Quite suspish if you're outside looking in if you ask me...

You could argue that the only reason he did go to get Max was that his father beat the ever-living shit out of him, but either way, that is still a very valid reason, cause whether you like it or not, Billy was trying to survive his father and avoid further abuse from him.

Third, the SECOND this man turned 18, you got fucking 40-year-old MOTHERS throwing themselves at him. I don't care how you paint it.

"Oh, Billy made the first move! Billy Initiated the date!"

That was a grown ass woman grooming a child, and fact is the only reason she didn't go on the date was that she realized the consequences of actions would catch up to her, instead of realizing that she was a grown ass woman planning on taking advantage of a child... okay. (Fuck you karen.)

Fourth, Billy wasn't racist. Period. I’m not gonna fight anybody on this, there is literally no valid point whatsoever that could confirm this whether in the show or fandom websites.

In conclusion, Billy was a scared boy who grew up in a house of hatred, anger, physical and verbal abuse. He projected that anger just like any person could and tried his best to survive his environment.

Billy could've had a wonderful redemption arc (That didn't include him sacrificing his life) Had he had someone, fucking anyone by his side to just sit, talk and listen. Point. Blank. Period.

I christen thee fixable.

(I could definitely fix him.)

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ihni · 1 month ago

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Miracles

For @metalsandwichbingo, square B3, prompt: "Religious imagery". 3,6K, no major warnings.

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

(Additional tags: mentioned religion, mentioned temporary character death, guilt, hospitals, polyamory mention)

Summary:

Eddie's not a religious person. But then Billy comes back from the dead.

(On AO3 here)

Eddie has never been a religious person, despite all the religious texts he consumed when he was younger. No one in town would believe it with the reputation he has nowadays, but he has actually read the Bible – twice. He supposes that it’s because he has always been thirsty for information. Unfortunately, not the kind of information that they would spoon-feed him back in school, but rather anything and everything that would tickle his imagination. Not math, not grammar, not boring history or biology or physics. But the interesting things? The things that he could use as an inspiration for music, for art, for his campaigns? He would devour it. And that included religion – and not only Christianity either – because religious text were shock full of interesting stories and people and gods and metaphors and colorful imagery.

But while he had read about it, and frequently used it in his work, he never found himself believing in any of it. Because it seemed insane to him that people actually believed that God and the devil and angels and demons and saints were real. Only sad and lost people needed to put their faith in something larger than life, and Eddie would pity them if he didn’t detest them so much. He believed in what he could see and touch and smoke, thank you very much.

Then again, up until recently he hadn’t really believed in monsters either. And now he bears the scars on his own body that proves that monsters are, in fact, very real. And if monsters exist, perhaps all those other things do, too? Maybe the Bible had some truths in it, after all?

That is – insanely – his first thought when Billy (his Billy) comes back from the dead, because people just don’t do that. They don’t die and then come back alive. (Eddie should know. His mom sure never rose from the grave, no matter how much little Eddie prayed under his blanket at night before he decided that religion was only bedtime stories for adults who needed something to cling onto.)

The thing is, that while Eddie believes in what he can see, he never actually saw Billy die. He wasn’t there for it. But he did see his body.

He wasn’t supposed to, of course – but when has that ever stopped him? He’d been a little high at the time and overcome with a mixture of grief and disbelief, as well as a healthy refusal to believe that Billy – his Billy – was really gone until he saw it for himself, and so he had broken into the funeral home the night before the funeral. He’d found Billy in his coffin – just a simple wooden box, painted white – and it had been such a surreal experience to see him so pale and still and unmoving. Because Eddie had never known Billy to be so unnaturally still; even when he wasn’t moving, he had a kind of energy buzzing underneath his skin, and even when he slept, he twitched and sighed and scrunched his nose up in the cutest way. Eddie knew all these things intimately, because he had loved watching Billy when he slept, for those blessed months between April and July when they’d … ‘hooked up’ might be the go-to term, but yet it didn’t describe the depths of what Eddie had been feeling. They hadn’t really been dating, with the flowers and the chocolate and the actual dates – because this was Hawkins and Billy’s dad was a threat and generally a violent shitstain of a person – but it had been more than just sex, too. They’d listened to music together and smoked and talked until the early hours of the morning whenever Billy stayed the night. They’d watched movies and eaten bad takeout food and kept a list of the best pizza combinations Hawkins had to offer. Sure, they’d had sex (glorious and mind-blowingly good sex if you asked Eddie) but they’d also driven around Hawkins at night and talked about books and held hands in comfortable silence under the stars. Billy had spent hours on Eddie’s bed, listening to Eddie ramble on about his campaigns, and Eddie had made a point of making sure that Billy ate something, no matter what time he showed up at the trailer, or what shape he was in.

Point was, the two of them had been something, something more than fuckbuddies, so when Eddie heard about the tragedy at Starcourt, he refused to believe it at first. He had to see him. If only to be able to wrap his head around the fact that he was gone.

He had expected … worse. The mall had burnt down, after all, so he had half-expected only unidentifiable charred remains to be in the coffin. Instead he was met with Billy. Eyes closed, skin cold and pale. Could have been asleep, if it wasn’t for the way he was too still to look real. He looked … empty. Like a shell. Like whatever had made up Billy simply wasn’t there anymore.

Eddie had looked at him for a long time, without feeling much of anything. This was undeniably Billy’s body, but it wasn’t his Billy. Not anymore. So he left, feeling oddly off-kilter.

The day after he’d attended the funeral without really understanding what the priest said, and that night he had proceeded to get spectacularly drunk and had woken up at noon the following day with a raspy throat, tear-swollen eyes, the worst headache of his life and no memory of anything past the halfway point of the stolen bottle of gin.

He wished the gin could have taken the memory of Billy’s unmoving body in that coffin, too, but unfortunately that particular image seemed to be burned into his brain forever.

Unexpectedly, he wasn’t alone in being haunted by an image of a dead Billy Hargrove every time he closed his eyes. Even more unexpectedly, the other person with that particular problem was someone he would have never thought he’d willingly hang out with, or would willingly hang out with him. But Steve Harrington proved to be different than Eddie expected, in almost every way. Eddie found that out when he bumped into the guy at the quarry a week after Billy’s funeral, and they started talking.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Eddie found that Steve was not just a dumb jock, which he had previously assumed. That he cared a lot about his dwindling number of friends (which included a bunch of loudmouth kids), and perhaps more importantly; that he was a real person underneath that shiny surface, with real feelings and problems just like everyone else. Eddie also learned – and here’s where things got interesting – that Steve had been at the mall the night of the fire. That he had, in fact, been right there when Billy died. He wouldn’t go into details – not even after he and Eddie grew closer; first as friends and then eventually as more than friends – but he let a few things slip. Eddie knew that Steve was frequently having nightmares and that many of them had something to do with the night that Billy died.

It didn’t make much sense, at the time. Because why would Steve be having nightmares after the days when they’d talked about Billy, and wake up screaming as if scared out of his mind? Why would he wake up in a cold sweat mumbling Billy’s name, and why did he sometimes cry and ask for forgiveness in his sleep? He and Billy hadn’t been that close, from what Eddie had heard. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He and Steve were way past the friends-stage at this point, so Eddie finally asked him about it – but Steve just shook his head. Scrunched his eyes shut and looked almost pained when he said he couldn’t tell him. Eddie was curious by nature and he wanted to know, of course he did, but he cared a lot for Steve and he didn’t want to poke at that particular bruise since it was so obvious that Steve didn’t want to talk about it yet.

And then suddenly one day, he got his explanation and learned why Steve hadn’t been able to talk about it. Thrown into the mess, he quickly found out about the monsters and about the dark version of Hawkins that existed just a dimension away, and everything that had happened before fell into place with some broken explanations as they hurriedly brought him up to speed on human experiments and monster dogs and children with superpowers. He freaked out of course, but there was no time for his questions as he was pulled into a plot to save the town – and, in extension, the world. It was a whirlwind of fear, fighting and adrenaline. When it was all over, they’d succeeded in besting the monsters and close the gate to the other side – hopefully forever this time – but Eddie wasn’t around to celebrate with the rest of them, because he was in a super-secret hospital, recovering after being chewed on by a pack of monster bats.

The thing is, though, that he wasn’t the only patient there.

He finds out about Billy being alive from Steve, the first time he comes to visit. His boyfriend bursts into the room with wide eyes and shaking hands, looking like he’s seen a ghost, but it isn’t until he’s made sure Eddie is alive and whole – well, mostly whole at least – that he collapses into a chair and drops the bomb.

Billy is alive.

Despite apparently having been skewered through by a huge monster made out of melted people and bleeding out on the floor of Starcourt mall, he is somehow alive. After having sacrificed himself and fought said monster with his bare hands to save a kid he barely knew, perhaps saving all of them in the process. And all that, after having been possessed by some kind of interdimensional parasite who used his body as a puppet to lure others do their deaths.

Eddie is not a religious person, but as Steve haltingly tells him all of this, he can’t help drawing parallels to the stories he has read. Jesus on the cross, willingly sacrificing himself for the sins of others, and also the history of the sacrificial lamb, willingly given up by others. He wonders which is more apt – and then he wonders which is worse.

When Steve gets to the point in the story where Billy died apologizing, they are both crying. Eddie because … well, he loved Billy, and then he lost him, and now he’s back but he’s been through so much, and Steve because –

Eddie’s actually not entirely sure why Steve is crying.

It takes some prodding, but it turns out that Steve had one hell of a night himself, the night at the mall. He’d been running from Russians who tortured and drugged him (which, yeah, Eddie’s going to need to come back to that particular trauma), and had personally witnessed Billy’s ultimate sacrifice, while being shot up with a cocktail of drugs that made sure it etched its way into his brain in full technicolor. And he’s been dealing with a truckload of guilt since then.

Because apparently, sometime in the spring, Billy had tried apologizing for the fight they had – the fight that the whole school knew about – but Steve had refused to hear him out. It was only after Billy died (died protecting them, died sacrificing himself, died not knowing what was happening to him because no one had told him anything) that he even learned what Billy dealt with at home on a daily basis, and got some nuance as to what happened the night of their fight. Steve has been living with his regret ever since, which only got worse when he found out that Billy and Eddie had been a thing – because Eddie never kept his previous relationship a secret – and Eddie unthinkingly started telling him all about Billy’s softer sides.

“He said he was sorry, but I didn’t wanna listen. I should have listened to him,” Steve mumbles, leaning his head against Eddie’s shoulder. “Hell, I should have told him about everything the night of the fight.” A pause, then, “Fuck, Eds, I should have forgiven him.”

Eddie can do nothing but pet his hair in silence, because there is no use thinking of what they should have done and what could have been. What happened, happened, and to his knowledge it isn’t possible to change the past. It is, however, possible to change the future – and it’s not often that one gets a second chance with someone who has died, and Eddie says as much.

Steve looks up at him with teary eyes and looks so hopeful that Eddie aches with it as he says, in an effort to soothe, “It’s not too late, Stevie.”

It takes some time before Steve gets his chance, though, because Billy is in a medically-induced coma. It turns out that getting taken over by an interdimensional monster and then surviving for more than a year in a toxic alternate dimension takes a toll on a human. Eddie doesn’t have all the facts, because the goddamn doctors won’t tell him shit, but the transition back to the real world had been difficult on Billy’s body, and he is now kept under, with a drip in his arm to help his system adapt to the right kind of nutrients, and a mask over his mouth and nose which is to help him get used to the cleaner air here in the real world.

The first time Eddie sees him – when a tall male nurse wheels him into his room in a wheelchair after half a day of outright begging – he can barely believe what he’s seeing. Billy, right there. He looks like he’s been through hell – with his hair longer than before and sunken cheeks and ashy skin – but he is alive. Eddie remembers the way his body (or whatever it was that they buried; huh, they should look into that actually) had looked in the coffin, and even though Billy now looks like shit, he is there. Whatever had been missing in the body in the funeral home – his soul or whatever, if you wanted to get spiritual – is no longer missing. It is right here, in this broken body.

Billy is back.

As previously (and often) stated, Eddie has never been a religious person. Despite this, he spends hours next to Billy’s bedside that day, holding his hand and silently thanking God, Lucifer, Allah, Mohammed, Buddha, Odin, Zagreus and every other deity he can remember for this miracle.

(Just to be on the safe side. Monsters are real, after all – maybe the gods are, too.)

Neither Eddie nor Steve – or Max, for that matter – are allowed in the room when they bring Billy out of his coma, but it’s not for a lack of trying (or nagging). Someone comes into Eddie’s room after, though, to let them know that it worked and that they will be allowed to see him in the morning.

Steve doesn’t go home that evening, but instead spends the night in Eddie’s room. Mindful of Eddie’s injuries, he curls up next to him in the hospital bed. But instead of sleeping, they talk. In low voices and hesitant murmurs, they talk about what this means; what it might mean for them that Billy is back.

It’s easy enough for Eddie: Eddie is over the moon that Billy is back, because he loved him and he was a mess after he lost him. Eddie also loves Steve. He has enough love in him for more than one person; it’s not like he’s going to run out.

Steve, in turn, says that he loves Eddie, which Eddie kind of knew but enjoys hearing nonetheless. When it comes to Steve’s thoughts of Billy, though, that’s where things get … complicated.

They spend the night holding each other close, quietly talking and reassuring each other. Despite everything, Eddie can’t do anything but be hopeful. Because a complicated situation where everyone is alive beats an easy situation with one of them dead, every time.

In the morning, they get to visit Billy. In order not to overwhelm him, they decide to go in separately. Eddie goes first.

Seeing Billy blink his eyes open does something to Eddie’s heart. The world is blurry all of a sudden and he finds himself letting out a laugh that sounds more like a sob, and when Billy’s raspy voice croaks out “Eddie?”, he can’t help himself; he wheels his way over to Billy’s bed and leans his head on Billy’s arm and cries and cries and cries.

Distantly, he feels Billy’s hand fumble to pat at his hair, but if there are any words said, he cannot hear them over the way one single thought is blaring through his brain in beat with his pulse.

Alive alive alive alive alive

Eddie has never been a religious person, but suddenly he can understand all those people who fell to their knees to worship at the feet of a resurrected Jesus. It is the miracle of miracles. Because death is definite, and it should not be possible to come back from it; yet here Billy is.

Impossibly, undeniably alive.

He cries until he’s all out of tears and his sides are aching from the power of his sobs, and by then Billy has fallen back asleep, too drained to stay awake for more than a couple of minutes at a time. His hand still rests on Eddie’s head, like a blessing.

Over the next couple of days, Billy manages to stay awake for longer periods of time. Eddie visits him again and they actually talk a little that time, and Max comes to visit along with El and Chief Hopper. Steve goes in alone one day and stays there for a long time, and when he comes out his eyes are shiny but there’s something lighter about the way he moves. He hugs Eddie long and hard, and Eddie has to ask, so he does:

“How did it go?”

“I apologized,” Steve says, voice trembling. He offers a shaky smile when he adds, “So did he.”

And that’s that.

Only, it’s not. Not really. Because while Billy may be back, he is different. Not counting the obvious – the physical changes after being possessed and dying and spending a year starving in the Upside Down – he is … quieter. Seems to hesitate before speaking, more often than not. Eddie can’t pin down the reason why it bothers him so much.

Is he bitter because no one told him about what was happening? Is he angry because no one came looking for him? Is he sad about his father leaving town without seeing him – or is he sad about the same? Is he simply unused to speaking, after having spent the better part of a year on his own?

Turns out, it is none of those things.

“I miss you,” he says in a small voice one day, when it is just him and Eddie in the room.

Eddie looks up, but Billy is looking down at his hands, not meeting his eyes.

“I’m right here?” It isn’t supposed to be a question.

Billy takes a breath, as if steeling himself. “I know you’re with … Harrington, now.” A little laugh, that doesn’t sound all that happy. “I get it. You know, I used to have the biggest crush on him when I got to town.”

“I know,” Eddie says, strangely calm. “You told me.”

“Mm.”

After a while, Eddie feels the need to say, “I do love him.”

“I know,” Billy says, voice small.

Eddie adds, “I still love you, too, you know.” It’s the first time he says it to Billy. They never got that far back in the spring.

There is silence for a long while. Then, “How can you?” And his voice is full of self-loathing and pain, and his face reflects that in the grimace he makes before he can school his features back to something neutral.

Eddie could have listed reasons until his voice grew hoarse, because he’s got all of them in his head ready to go and he’s good at talking and he’s goddamn excellent with lists, but despite that, his answer is a shrug and a simple “I just do.” Because some things just are.

And Billy looks at him with wide eyes that are so, so blue, and Eddie is so grateful that he gets to get lost in them once more.

It’s not a big thing, that changes. It is not a small thing, either; but rather a trickle of tiny things, one after the other, day out and day in. Eddie visits Billy daily as they both heal up. Steve visits Eddie almost every day, and they go together to visit Billy. Talking gets easier, the awkwardness lessens. Then one day, Eddie walks – because they have finally let him out of the wheelchair, deeming his healing torso strong enough for him to start walking around – into Billy’s room, and stops in the doorway. There, in the light coming in from the window, Steve is sitting in the chair at Billy’s bedside, and Billy is sitting up in his bed, propped up on pillows. None of them have noticed Eddie yet, and both of them are smiling.

Their fingers are touching on top of the bedspread.

Now, Eddie has never been a religious person. He doesn’t really believe in gods or devils, angels or demons. But he suddenly finds – in this moment when he watches both of his loves alive and well and smiling at each other after everything they’ve all been through – that he might just believe in miracles.

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camaro-and-smokes · 2 months ago

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A Shot for Life

A Harringrove fic by Suometar / camaro-and-smokes

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Heather Holloway, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Original Characters, Other Character Tags to Be Added Tags: No Upside Down, Modern Setting, Model Billy Hargrove, Photographer Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove, Age Difference, Other Tags to Be Added

Chapter 2: Scared of love, but scared of life alone

Summary: It hadn’t been intentional, not dating anyone after healing from the heartache that had gutted Steve raw in the ancient past. He’d escaped the hurt into his work and then just…his career had taken off and there never seemed to be time to make space for anyone new. Then the years had passed, one after another, and here he was, still fully emerged in his work—and all alone.

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The studio was dimly lit after bathing in the brightness of spotlights all day. A single table lamp cast a warm glow on the wall in front of the table by which Steve Harrington was reviewing the shots from the day’s photoshoot.

Today had been the last session with a stunning model for his upcoming exhibition at the Los Angeles Center of Photography. The theme was curiosity, and the star of today’s photoshoot was none other than a delicate praying mantis.

Having a model that cared more about the day’s dinner than anything he was doing, or the fame that would be bestowed upon them once the exhibition opened, was refreshing. He could’ve worked all day long with creatures that were blessed with ignorance of expectations and things like success.

“Wow. Those are amazing,” Robin Buckley, Steve’s assistant and friend, said as she appeared on his side to look at the photos on his screen.

Steve stretched and brushed his silvery hair off his forehead. “For once, a model who doesn’t ask for a bathroom break when I’m on a roll,” he snorted before turning to look at her. “Hey, did you get a reply from the art director of the Givenchy campaign? It’s next week, and he still hasn’t confirmed the location.”

“Yes, Gavin replied to me. I forwarded that email to you, but in short; they’ve chosen the model, and the shoot is going to be in the Bahamas. He apologized it took so long for them but you know how it is sometimes. They’re arranging everything for the shoot, including crew. All you need to do is to be there with your camera. I already booked our flights. Oh, and hey, the editorial team for ‘Verve Magazine’ wants to discuss the possibility of an exclusive on the exhibition.”

“That should be taken care of this week,” Steve said sternly. “I don’t want to think about other things than the shoot next week.”

“Alright,” Robin said and scrolled through Steve’s calendar. “You have nothing on Thursday at noon.”

“Book a call with them then,” Steve said as he kept going through his photos.

“Consider it done,” Robin replied and started tapping her phone to make the arrangements.

A half-an-hour later, Steve took a break from editing and went to the small office kitchen where Robin was drinking tea. “So, are you going to tell me who the model is?” he asked her as he made a beeline to the fridge.

Robin grinned. “Billy Hargrove.”

Steve closed the fridge door and, leaning on the counter, he unwrapped his sandwich. “Remind me what he’s done before?”

Robin snorted at his way of saying I have no idea who that is, please enlighten me. Knowing he would remember better who he was going to be working with if he saw the face of the person, she opened Instagram on her phone to find Billy’s profile, and handed the phone to Steve. “He’s been mostly on editorials and on runways. Just walked for McQueen the other day. Fresh face, only two years in the business, started off quite late. But hardworking like no other I’ve seen in a while.”

Steve took the phone and scrolled through Billy’s profile. Blond, short hair with longer curls on top, sun kissed skin, a nice smile, a bit of bad boy attitude in his presence. Steve tapped one photo to see it better. It was a shot of Billy’s face in perfect detail, taken on a beach at sunset. He was looking past the camera at the sinking sun since the shadows on his face were almost nonexistent and behind him deep and dark. The text said ‘Someone to reach within’.

Most of the comments said they were ready to reach Billy’s within or allow him to reach theirs whenever he wanted. But something in the text, along with the mood of the photo, caught Steve’s attention. Despite the peaceful setting, there was something in Billy’s expression that hinted at a deeper story. Billy’s gaze seemed hard as he looked into the distance, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Steve could tell that Billy was not just another model, but someone who clearly had a talent for visual storytelling. Something told him they’d get along.

He gave Robin her phone back. “Will you make sure he knows how to…”

Robin interrupted him. “Already sent him an email when Gavin told me. You want to talk with him before the shoot or…?”

“I don’t think I have the time from the exhibition work. Just make sure he knows what to expect and what I expect from him. You remember…”

“…what happened last time, yes. I wish I could forget. He knows to be on time and respect everyone equally on set. I hope that doesn’t have to be said every single time from now on. I have zero tolerance for divas.” As she scrolled through her phone, a reminder popped up on the screen. She let out a frustrated groan and muttered, “Oh fuck. I forgot that.”

Steve glanced up from his sandwich, raising his other eyebrow. “Forgot what?”

Robin looked at him sheepishly. “The opening of the Gucci flagship store is tonight.”

Steve looked at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before wiping the corners of his mouth. “How can you forget something like that? I’ve done all their major photoshoots for…”

“…years. I know, Steve! Fuck! I set the reminder, but didn’t remember to set it to alert more than once, for just now. I’m so sorry!”

“Okay, what time?” Steve asked.

“In thirty minutes.”

Steve shook his head and dropped the rest of the sandwich to the trash. “Jesus, Robin! You’re the one who’s supposed to remember these things because I’m the dingus who forgets everything—your words, by the way,” he scolded her as he left for his office.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said. “The charcoal turtleneck is in your closet with the black trousers. I think the Gucci boots should be there too,” she shouted after him. “Unless you’ve taken them home with you.”

“Can you find me a belt to go with the slacks?” Steve shouted back to her as he rushed to his office, pulling off his shirt. “I don’t think I have one here now.”

After a while, Robin brought Steve a black vintage belt. “This is the best I could do now. Not Gucci, sorry.”

She then left to find something for herself, leaving Steve to finish his outfit.

He pulled the belt through the loops in his slacks and looked at himself in the mirror as he buckled it. For someone who was a few years shy of fifty, he looked pretty good. The only thing that revealed his actual age was his hair that was now more or less bright silver rather than brown. That change had happened earlier and quicker than he’d hoped, which was why he liked to keep it longer on top and short on the sides, to keep himself looking a bit more like he felt—younger than his age.

He grabbed his jacket and turned off the light from the office. Robin was already waiting by the front door, wearing her black, ankle-length fake-leather jacket over some of the designer clothes she probably hadn’t had yet time to return from some photoshoot.

When she saw Steve, she smirked and threw his car keys to him, opening the door and leading them to the corridor and towards the elevator that took them to the garage. “You scrubbed up well.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Steve said with a smile. “Which photoshoot is the shirt from?” he asked with a lilt.

“From the shoot for the Fashion Institute. I know, don’t start,” she said, holding her palm up as they stepped into the elevator. “I will take it to the dry-cleaner first thing tomorrow and return it. And I’m going to bring some of my own clothes to the studio for something like this, though. Because this shirt tickles and it isn’t exactly my style,” she continued with a laugh.

Steve pressed the button to the garage level and leaned against the railing. “Well, that should remind you to remember to return things on time and set up reminders to remember to do so,” Steve quipped.

“Oh, bite me,” Robin said, jabbing Steve with her elbow.

“Ow! No need to get violent,” he replied with a laugh. He was happy Robin was working with him. They had such an uncomplicated relationship, even though, technically, Robin was his employee. But they were equals, friends, and both poking at the other playfully—but also supporting each other. Which was more Steve could ever ask for since there weren’t that many people around him nowadays.

At the Gucci store they mingled effortlessly with the who’s who of the industry.

Steve didn’t really care about these events. He would’ve rather been at the studio choosing the last photos for the exhibition and preparing for the Givenchy photoshoot. But Gucci was a major client, and unless he was anything less than out of the country or deceased, he couldn’t miss an event like this.

“I’ve been here for fifteen minutes and I’m already exhausted,” he murmured, leaning toward Robin.

“Stop complaining. I know you don’t like these events,” she replied, “and neither do I. But you haven’t been seen in one of these in months.”

“I know, I know. It’s important to be seen,” Steve muttered. He should’ve gotten used to having to go to events like this over the two decades he’d worked in high fashion, but for some reason, they never got any easier.

She patted his arm and pointed to the other end of the store, where the lead designer for the brand was talking with some people. “Let’s go say hi.”

“Steve!” Michel André, the top designer of Gucci, greeted him with a thick Italian accent, holding his hands up in the air theatrically. “I was hoping to see you here,” he continued. “Your exhibition in Milan, it was the talk of the town for months!”

“I’m flattered, as always,” Steve responded, with a modest tilt of his head.

“I heard you’re shooting the Givenchy campaign. We have to come up with something new for us, too, or we don’t stand a chance in competition!”

“You know I’m always at your service. Just let me know when,” Steve said with a genuine smile. Gucci was the only client he still frequently worked with because he had pretty much free hands with their campaigns. He knew what the brand stood for in a way a few photographers did.

“I’ll have my assistant send you the plans for next winter collection and we’ll talk,” André said, grinning. “I hope you’re coming to fashion week this year?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Steve assured before he was released from the discussion by a group of fashion editors who wanted to talk with the designer.

When Robin after a while brought him another non-alcoholic drink, he went straight back to work-mode. “Could you check tomorrow that the smoke machine is working? I didn’t remember to check it and the last time when I needed it, it didn’t work. And if it doesn’t…”

“…I’ll buy a new one. Yes, I can do that.”

“Thank you,” Steve replied and looked around the space that was pulsing with people and music. This scene of posturing and meaningless pleasantries was an image of his life for the past twenty-five years, a hollow summary of what had still made him a ‘rock star’ among photographers; one who made garments come to life like no other.

But he wasn’t just a fashion photographer. He had a skill of taking stunning photos anywhere, anytime, of anyone. He’d held several exhibitions all over the world and won several contests, including the most prestigious ones; the World Photography Award and the BJP International Photography Award.

Despite his success and recognition, it was especially in events like this where he felt more alone than at any time in the solitude of his studio. The constant buzz of conversations and clinks of glasses reminded him of the loneliness inside him. He had achieved everything he had ever wanted in terms of career, but it had come at a cost.

Steve looked at his drink, not feeling like drinking it. He’d done what he came here to do; to be seen. “I think I’ll head home,” he said to Robin.

She looked at him knowingly. “Could you at least try to enjoy this for a bit longer? Please?” She bit her lip, her eyes pleading with him. “Maybe get to know some new people?”

Steve knew what she meant and smiled wearily. “You know I can’t. This scene…” he grimaced and vaguely pointed around with his finger in the air, “there’s nothing like that for me here.”

Robin looked at him with concern, like so many times before. “You know, these are the circles you move in. It’s been so long. Why not just give it a chance…”

Steve’s expression turned firm as he cut her off. “We talked about this. Nothing has changed. Not yet.”

Robin sighed in defeat and didn’t push further. “Okay. I’ll stay for a while longer,” she finally said with a soft smile, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “I’ll report to you later if anything comes up.”

Steve walked out of the store into the cool evening air. The New York heat wave had finally given in to a summer shower and the air smelled fresh as he walked towards the parking garage where his car was. Perfect for forgetting what Robin was once again hinting. What she’d been pushing on him at an exceeding rate lately.

He knew she meant well, and he admitted she had a point. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his life alone, and he was already halfway in and it felt more difficult each day to find someone.

It hadn’t been intentional, not dating anyone after healing from the heartache that had gutted him raw in the ancient past. There was a reason why colleagues shouldn't date and Steve had learned it the hard way. He’d escaped the hurt into his work and then just…his career had taken off and there never seemed to be time to make space in his life for anyone new. The years had passed, one after another, and here he was, still fully emerged in his work—and all alone.

But it was scary to get himself out there after all this time. What if he'd forgotten how to even date? How did it even work nowadays? And could he ever have the courage to share his innermost self to someone else? Could he ever trust someone that much?

Despite it all he’d signed up for both Tinder and Grindr, but deleted the accounts after a short while. He’d worked long enough with well composed, half-veiled appearances for not wanting to be chosen solely by his looks alone—or, god forbid, by his name.

He hardly ever went out, except at industry events, but a while back, Robin had lured him out of his studio to go dancing with her, and it had been fun. After who knows how many drinks, she had told him she had a new girlfriend who apparently was the one and that Steve would meet her sometime soon. The new relationship had made her more resolute to make him open up to the idea of finding someone who mattered more than his camera.

And she was right. The most likely people he’d connected with were in the fashion industry because those were the circles he moved in. But last time he’d only found pain, and a field that concentrated on just the looks rarely helped couples to stay together.

Robin always told him he was too soft for his own good. So, he was an artist at heart, sue him.

His phone ringing snapped him out of his thoughts. It was Eddie, his best friend since high school. He was one of the few people Steve truly enjoyed being around, even though Eddie from time to time went into chipmunk mode about his projects and not shutting up even when Steve had already lost him half an hour earlier. Steve shot all Corroded Coffin’s promo shots and, in return, Eddie had modeled for him several times. Eddie’s nude black and white portrait from fifteen years ago was still one of Steve’s most recognized photos.

They hadn’t talked in a long while, so getting a call from him was a pleasant surprise. “What’s up, Munson?”

“So, hey, uh…Are you in town this weekend?” Eddie asked nervously.

“Yeah. But I’m working and flying out on Sunday. Why?”

“I was wondering if you…I’d like you to meet someone.”

Steve stopped in the middle of the pavement, his heart sinking a little. He was quite sure where this was going. “Who’s the lucky girl today?” he still asked sarcastically, since Eddie was notorious for his short-lived relationships.

“Oh, ha-ha. She’s uh…” Eddie’s voice trailed off, and he fell into silence. “I really want you to meet her. I think she might be, you know…” he confessed, leaving the rest up in the air for Steve to catch.

Steve couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Eddie had only once before introduced someone to him like that; his ex, who he’d been with for over a decade. It stung to know that Munson, who even was a year older than him, had found someone who truly saw him for who he was, not just his fame as a rock star. Sure, of course Eddie was known worldwide too, and there was a pool of takers for him that grew all the time, but still finding one who wanted to see the real person and not the mask wasn’t easy.

“Oh. Uh, well, I’m really stuck with work until the end of next week. How about Saturday a week from now?”

“Perfect. That’s perfect, yeah. At my place. Does eight work?” Eddie asked eagerly.

“Sounds good.” Steve smiled as he walked into the parking garage, but inside, he was torn. “You’re head over heels, are you?” he asked, trying to push down the feelings of loneliness that were surfacing once again.

Eddie chuckled. “Um, you could say that.”

“I’m happy for you, man. I really am,” Steve said, not feeling quite as sincere as he'd wanted to.

“So, what about you? Still looking?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah.”

“You must be looking in the wrong place.”

“I’m starting to think so myself, too,” Steve admitted, feeling a little bit defeated.

“Hey, maybe one of those work trips of yours will produce someone who you’d like to stick around for,” Eddie suggested optimistically.

“Oh, I think the problem is the opposite; who’d want to stick around with an old guy like me,” Steve replied with a half-hearted laugh.

“C’mon man, you’re not old!” Eddie encouraged him. “I know you’ll get lucky one of these days. I can feel it.”

Steve smiled weakly as he opened the car doors and sat inside. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

“I wish there was something I could do,” Eddie said, his tone warm and sympathetic.

“You enjoy what you have and leave that dilemma to me for handle,” Steve said and took his driving gloves from the glove box. “Hey, I’m going to take a drive. Keep me posted on that Saturday if something changes.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that.”

After ending the call, Steve sat for a while in the car, not yet starting it, his hands on the steering wheel. He should be happy for Eddie, and the fact that he couldn’t be made him feel like a lousy friend. But now two of his closest people were having someone special in their lives and he had no one. It stung.

But maybe Eddie was right and the someone he was looking for was just behind the next corner. All he really could do was to trust that and not lose hope.

#harringrove #harringrove fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #age difference #eddie munson #billy x steve #steve x billy #stranger things fic #suometar writes #my fic #shot for life

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lumaxramblings · 2 years ago

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How does the relationship advice Max gave relate to childhood trauma?

I HOPED SOMEONE WOULD ASK LETS GO

so this is the advice she gives to el, right? what i'm going to go into here is max's trauma about her parents' divorce and her feelings on her stepfather.

this is quite long so i've divided it in parts for you: part 1 which has two sections ('the divorce' and 'emotional abuse') and part 2 which has one section ('conclusion'). the first two sections are basically explaining what happened within max's family, the conclusion is how it all affects max and a tl;dr of sorts.

ALSO THIS IS NOT BILLY HARGROVE FRIENDLY, GO AWAY BILLY STANS

TRIGGER WARNINGS: discussions of divorce and emotional child abuse (nothing graphic)

THE DIVORCE

so, the first question out of the way: can divorce cause trauma? the answer is a quick and easy yes, especially in max's case.

in the book runaway max, which is probably at least half-canon, max describes both her parents. her mother seems to be quite weak-willed, but still seems to just want the best for max. however, it is clear that max doesn't get nearly as support as she needs from her. max is an incredibly understanding and kind child, because she understands that her mom isn't really the supportive type, more like someone who takes care of her without the emotional support part. (NOTE: susan is NOT abusive. one of the reasons why she can't support her daughter is because they understand the world, themselves and each other in drastically different ways: susan cannot reach out to max because she doesn't understand her, and therefore cannot give her the emotional help or support she needs).

sam (max's father) on the other hand clearly understands max much better and doesn't question her boyish style or how she's Different than others (which could be autistic coding but thats for another day asjhshjs). in this case, he could be there, but he isn't, being too busy for her.

we can assume that max, as she was so young, was not given a talk about the divorce as a whole after the divorce had actually happened, given that her mother doesn't really seem the type for big, emotional conversations. she most likely got a simplified version of what was happening and why she'd be seeing her dad less because she was so young (around 8-9 based on max/billy's memories), which lead to misunderstanding and, as her father understood her more, she was naturally defensive of her dad (which is why we see her quick to defend him in the bus talk), and naturally a little resentful of her mom, especially considering she didn't truly grasp what had actually happened due to being so young.

this resentment would grow when susan starts dating again: in runaway max, it's mentioned that susan had flit from boyfriend to boyfriend, each of which eventually leaves because of personal issues (gambling, debts, etc). max sees this as a kind of betrayal to sam, and a complete change in what her family had been like - she would later know, around s2, that the cracks had always been there, and it was just a matter of time, but for now she's too young to think that her ex-family was anything but perfect, so she holds resentment towards her mom and starts to put her dad on a pedastal, as well as thinking that men are liars and cheaters.

EMOTIONAL ABUSE

then susan marries neil, and with him comes billy. max, at first, was hopeful that she'd have a family again after her last one broke, only to be let down very quickly. here's a heartbreaking excerpt from runaway max:

billy doesn't treat her like a sister: in fact, he insists she's not his sister constantly, and emotionally abuses her.

'yes, yes, anthony, but what is emotional abuse?' i hear you cry. here's a definition from google itself:

Emotional abuse involves controlling another person by using emotions to criticize, embarrass, shame, blame, or otherwise manipulate them. While most common in dating and married relationships, mental or emotional abuse can occur in any relationship—including among friends, family members, and co-workers.

the parts in bold are the parts that are relevant to max herself and billy's abuse of her. here's some symptoms and signs of emotional abuse, as well as some examples of said symptoms, taken from healthyplace.com:

you'll notice that billy has almost all the signs and shows off many of the examples given, particularly in episode two. there's this great post by @madcleradin (hey sierra, tell me if you want be untagged) with my reblogs to show the examples themselves and this is the root of max's self hatred and self blame, but the very short tl;dr version is that his abuse of her affects her perception of others and herself in a negative way.

neil also plays a role in this - max probably thought he was just another one in the list of shitty boyfriends, except when things started getting more serious, she started to get confused, though she was happy when told that she was going to have a family again, because at the time she was still in the mindset that 'family = comfort' because again, she was never told what caused the divorce, which lead to her thinking it was sudden and doesn't alter her view of what 'family' just yet.

she was excited to have a comfort, excited to have someone to talk to other than nate (her best friend), because she still associates family with comfort. but when billy abuses her, at first she's confused on why family would treat family like this. that's when her view of what family means does a 180º.

because they told her that neil and billy were family, she started associating the word 'family' with violence, fear and control. as she grew up, this just got planted more and more deeply within her, all while she still resents susan a little for a) leaving her dad and b) marrying neil and bringing him and his son into their life, a decision which has only lead to fear and pain on max's half.

CONCLUSION

you may be wondering what any of this has to do with max's advice to el. well, dear anon and readers, i am here to tell you.

in this, max isn't seeing mike as how she remembers him, and is thinking back to all those times those shitty boyfriends of her mom did the same thing, not realizing that it's not like that because mike genuinely does care about her and because they're fourteen (yk how when you're young you don't feel young until you look back when you're older? yeah that) it's not that deep yet. max has been thinking and calling the shitty boyfriends pieces of shit for years.

NOTE: max does NOT think mike is a bad person, nor does this mean she hates him. she just thinks what he did is shitty, but she clearly thinks he can make up for it (note how she says 'if he doesn't fix this, doesn't explain himself', which i doubt any of the boyfriends of her mom did). this is NOT a mike hate post, he's one of the characters of All Time, this is just about max's trauma !!!

now, this obviously isn't her talking about lucas (see here why honesty is a vital part of why lucas and max are friends), so max is almost definitely referring to her mom's boyfriends and can't see that mike isn't like those guys, as mentioned above.

this is straight up projection. really, all of max's lines regarding mileven this season are just projection, but this really shows. i cut out the part where she says that if he doesn't explain himself, then el should dump his ass because that, as mentioned above, is because mike is still her friend (if tentative because yk).

she doesn't understand why her mom can't just up and leave neil, and so when she sees el who she probably subconsciously parallels to her mother (in runaway max, her book, she describes her mom as "her personality changing into every guy she meets", so she's scared of that happening to el) and so she unintentionally projects her desire for susan to break up with neil onto el.

she wants susan to break up with neil, but as she can't have that and she has trauma from living in close quarters to an abuser she's dealing with her trauma this way.

NOTE: she is NOT using el only for her own gains. she genuinely thinks this is good advice, if only because of her warped perception of love and her mother's (failed) relationships.

this line is also evidence of max projecting onto el and mike, except this time she's not projecting her mom onto el, but instead herself. we know, via scenes in season two, that billy is extremely controlling of max. he gives her unspoken and spoken rules (unspoken would be don't speak back, don't blame him, etc etc; spoken would be the threat of what he'd do if she 'disobeyed' him). she has been controlled for a good near-half of her life via rules, especially considering we can presume neil also controlled her (although much less than billy did). she's been so roughly handled and controlled using rules, rules which she has to go by to survive in that household, that she literally can't see the tons of rules put on el being for her safety, because that's never how it's been for her.

a tl;dr of that paragraph: rules have been used on max with malicious intent for so long that max cannot recognize that the rules on el are for safety and come from a plce of love.

and a tl;dr for this whole essay: all of max's advice stems from her childhood trauma from her parents' divorce, her mom's boyfriends who were liars, and her abusive stepfamily

hope you liked this extremely long essay.... and aren't too upset when you asked for a page and i made you a book shshjshjhjss

yeah this was very long but i loved talking abt it, slr i've been busy but i've been excited to get this finished.

also... if im gonna be honest most of this was just me looking way too deep into what were actually just jokes abt female humor by the duffers and ik that but also like. its a trauma thing because max's experience of love and men is very different and shapes how she views them so ofc her relationship advice was off

anyways if youve read all that i'm platonically in love with you

#max mayfield #lumax #long post #anthony's maxnalysis #stranger things #stranger things 3 #byler #<- i like u guys so im tagging you if u wanna be untagged just send a reply <3 #uhhh yeah #i'm normal about her why do you ask.#i've analyzed her to hell and back good god #elumax #elmax #wow this was so longa #anti billy hargrove #anti harringrove

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veryace-ficrecs · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington with Head Trauma Fic Recs

one of my favorite Stranger Things tropes, here is a list of Steve having head trauma and/or suffering from migraines.

as always this list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Misjudged Your Limits by kikisifi13 - Rated T

"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else. Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that."

After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying. 3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do. Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide.

TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting

Odds and Ends by kikisifi13 - Rated T

The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday. The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine.

basically the kids thought his migraines weren't a big deal, and now they DEFINITELY do hehe well, with a little help from Eddie and Robin. and Max. she knows what's up.

So Let It Out And Let It In by fangirlandtheories - Rated T

"Steve and his Dad get into a fight so he instinctively seeks out Eddie, only realizing too late that he's in the middle of DnD night with the kids, forcing him to be vulnerable in front of them." Anon request from Tumblr. *** “Hey, Steve, you’re kinda freaking us out dude.” Mike was slowly rising from his seat as he watched Steve’s eyes start to flutter. “Why’s your voice sound like that?”

medicinal by peaktotheocean - Rated T

“I’ve got a friend who is having a ton of migraine issues," Robin blurted out. Eddie's head rose to look at her. That was a new one. "We heard weed helps. Any truth to it?” She asked hopefully.

Uncle Wayne always used to joke that Eddie was too curious for his own good. Eddie just never thought he'd agree with the assessment while selling weed to Robin Buckley of all people.

Sticky Notes by voidpacifist - Rated M

"It's the only music I can hear," Steve answers honestly. Something soft passes over Eddie's face at the admission. It's not pity. Steve saw pity in the librarians eyes as he and Dustin and Robin checked out all those books on ASL. Steve knows what self righteous sympathy does to a person's face, and it isn't doing that to Eddie's. No, Eddie's expression is maybe closest to understanding.

Steve's hearing was already dwindling on the precipice of "not good" after his run-in with Billy Hargrove in 1984. Less than a year and one Russian interrogation later, he loses the totality of his hearing in his left ear, and most of it in his right. To help himself readjust to a world with minimal sound, he starts seeking noise in a way he never expected to — by attending Corroded Coffin's performances at the Hideout.

Eddie wants to know what the hell is up with "King Steve" suddenly showing up to his shows. His questioning doesn't go to plan, and instead he lands himself an unexpected new friend.

pre!S3 —> post!S4

yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter by yellowmarshmallow - Rated M

There were only so many times someone could hit you in the head before you got lasting problems. Steve found that the number was about three.

But now Robin and the kids insist he should look after himself, and with Eddie making it his mission to make sure he does, Steve isn't sure he's in a place to argue.

Maybe being loved isn't so bad.

Stuck in My Head by schrijverr - Rated T

Between Jonathan, Billy and the Russians, Steve’s brain has taken enough damage for it to be permanent. He tries to deal with it, but with the Upside Down coming back, he can’t keep doing it alone. So, he confides in Eddie, the most unlikely person, but the only one who doesn’t yet count on him to be strong. The secret gives them a bond that helps them grow closer together as Eddie has Steve’s back and shows him he’s worth something.

#fanfic #fanfic recs #veryace recs #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington has head trauma #steve harrington has migraines #ao3 #ao3 fic recs

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1donoow · 1 year ago

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STRANGER THINGS FANFICS REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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robin buckley

dustin henderson

alexei smirnoff

steve harrington

billy hargrove

eddie munson

@fangirl-imagines - imagine being hopper's daughter and eleven's big sister

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@kaylawritesfics -Stranger Things Boys With A Tall S/O

@gaiath - being seen as another parental figure in hawkins

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robin buckley

@luveline - morning cuddles with robin

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@pappydaddy - taken with the goth girl

dustin henderson

@lady-ashfade - holy shit

@myuninterestinglifestory - dating dustin henderson hc

- cookie container

@yurtletheturtlehenderson - unbelievable

@thestringsonmyguitarneck - a joke for a dance

@mike-wheeler-st - safe (006!reader)

@just-my-fandom - nerd (harrington!reader)

- she's home (sister!reader)

- steve's little sister

@wukindly - being dustin's older sister would include

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alexei smirnoff

@bowieandqueen11 - costume shopping with alexei

- summer love

- i love you?

@twistnet - being a hawkins lab test subject + dating alexei would include

@mxrlin-writes - christmas

- (not) lost in translation

@underratedcharactersimagines - Alexei being jealous of others around you would include

- alexei body worshiping you would include

- alexei being touch starved would include

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steve harrington

@eufezco - confidence

@foreverindreamlandd - babysitters club

@s1ater - perfect match

@finalgirleddiemunson - loving you is easy

@eddiemunching - she's dreaming

@richiekirschs - giving steve a haircut

- handmaking steve a gift

- ___ (short + feisty fem!reader)

@kaylawritesfics - sick day

- Dating Steve Harrington and Being Max’s Step Sister

@hawkins-losers - mommy sorry, mommy? ♡

@luveline - shy reader wanting a hug from steve

@thxliaaa - it changes everything

@nevillesimp - study break ♡

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billy hargrove

@billyhargrove-s - night's like these

@constellationsreid - ___

@kaylawritesfics - Being a Wheeler and Dating Billy Hargrove

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eddie munson

@eminems-skittles - eddie's love language

@multi-writer - ___ (athlete!reader)

@kmhya - kiss it better

@littlemissfiore - king of freaks and class president

@loveronlineee - doodles and dates

- the metalhead and the material girl

- unlikely couple

- different

- i.o.u

- the little things pt.3

- pushing it pt.1

- jammin'

@alcottsangel - the lovecats

@eddiesbug - ___

@ceo-of-sloppy-men - eddie with an s/o that is lowkey a pyromaniac

@kaylawritesfics - paper rings

@glitt3r-litt3r - princess

@cosmicloki - love on the rocks(harrington!reader)

@anangelwhodidntfall - inked goddess

@dracomalfoyfanficsplz - eddie and thighs

@justfandomwritings - fearless, guiltless

#masterlist #stranger things rec #robin buckley x reader #dustin henderson x reader #alexei smirnoff x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson x reader

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harringtons-cupid · 2 years ago

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In love with a criminal - Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

➻wc. 3.4k

➻Warnings: 18+;

Creampie, infidelity, choking, fingering, squirting, cunnilingus. Masturbation. Findom

This is based off the songs - Heaven - Julia Michaels & Where you belong - The Weeknd

Steve Harrington is based off someone I used to be involved with - so thanks for writing inspo I guess ;)

➻Tagged: @oo0lady-mad0oo @urlbitchin @jonathansonlysweetheart @sweet-villain @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @harrys-four-nipples @joejoequinnquinn @thefreakofhawkins86 @hellfiremunsonn @roguemetalmaster13

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He was notorious for his dangerous antics, he had been arrested multiple times, he had fought many people including your boyfriend Billy.

Not wanting to tell him or anyone for that matter that you found him attractive.

He was cocky and rude, all girls would swoon over him. If body counts were important, his would toppling the scale.

You had been with your boyfriend Billy Hargrove just under 2 years, he had saved your life from a Mind Flayer after spending weeks in the hospital. You and his half sister Max stayed by his side, Billy was different these days.

He wasn’t as involved with fights, you would spend most of your time with him. He was sweet, loving and kind, he wouldn’t wind up Max or bully her for dating Lucas.

There was one person that grinded on his gears was Steve. He knew that Steve liked you, he hated when Steve would wait outside school for you.

You weren’t rude, you did stop to speak to Steve. Before Billy, you and Steve were close but you drifted due to Billy’s jealously.

Today Billy drove loudly into school, Max was sat in the back listening to her Walkman as his hand stroked your thigh.

It was a hot day, your legs were burning against the leather seats. Your mini skirt riding up as you turned to get out the car, much to your surprise. Steve’s car was not parked out the front of the school, Billy smiled taking your hand in his.

Your lilac flowery top blew against the wind, the sun blinded you as you walked together into the school. Everyone looked at you both, all the girls fancied Billy and were jealous of you.

At the end of the day, you left school before Billy. Deciding to have a cigarette against the wall out of the sun, the heel of your shoe rested against the wall as you bent your head to lit the cigarette.

“Mind if I pinch one?” His voice was calm and not, a smirk appeared on your face. Trying to hide it as you exhaled.

“Sure but don’t you have your own?” Your eyebrows raised as you extended the box out in front of him.

He shrugged and let his back hit against the wall, his shoulders touched yours. Sending broken shivers down your spine, smoke exhaled into the air as your eyes met.

“Your little boyfriend not here then?” He sneered at you, making you tut and roll your eyes.

As your head turned to watch other kids rush out the school doors, you didn’t notice his eyes scan your body. Stopping at each bit of exposed skin, trying to calm himself down with every exhale of smoke.

Lifting his sunglasses off his eyes , they met yours through the smoke, those dark and dangerous brown eyes made you melt. Smoking the cigarette slowly not leaving his eyes, your breathing became hitched as his body got closer to you. His hands trailed your exposed skin making you shiver, reaching your nipples. He pinched hard over your top, listening as a raspy moan escaped your lips.

Smirking to himself, his body was standing over you. His cigarette was smoking on the gravelled floor as he spread your legs apart to position himself closer to you. Your head was firmly pressed into the brick wall, fussy and drunk on him.

His lips came in contact with your neck, nibbling slightly before licking it. That same noise escaped your mouth, he chuckled on your skin.

You knew what he was doing but you had no control, it’s like your body needed him.

His hands trailed down your arms, reaching your hands and squeezing them. Taking one last look at you, lifting his knee up between your legs. Feeling your wet panties and stroking you against his knee, watching you struggle and gasp.

Before letting go of your body, leaning into your ear.

“Catch you later, Sweetheart” his breath hot against your skin, slowly opening your eyes to see his disappear behind those shades.

Another unlit cigarette in his mouth, he tilted his glasses down and winked at you. As he was turning away from you, Billy’s loud booming voice was ricocheting across the courtyard. Steve smirked as they grew closer together.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HER?” His voice was angry, shoving Steve hard with both hands.

“Nothing that she doesn’t already want” winking at Billy with that dazzling smirk.

You stood still dazed, watching as Billy shouted at Steve. Who calmly let him, your whole body tingled. His head turned to look at you once more with a simple head nod, his shoulders pushed past Billy.

Ignoring his taunts as he made his way to his car, his marron BMW did something to you. His arm hung out the drivers window, his eyes glared at you as he spun off into the distance.

Once he had left, Billy was by your side once again. You missed when Billy was like that, he’d touch you in public or make you feel you were going to die if he didn’t touch you.

Sighing, you took his arm in yours and let him lead you towards the car. His hand on your thigh, not paying attention to anyone but the idea of Steve Harrington and you.

He dropped you off at your house, after talking to your mom for a while. You flopped on your bed with a sigh, your mind shifted to Steve Harrington.

Without realisation, your hand slipped down your panties. You were soaking wet, your eyes tightly closed as you visioned him. Your lip bleeding from being bitten, your hips arched as you grinded yourself against your hand.

It wasn’t long before your eyes shot open in ecstasy, your body shaking as you rode your fingers. Muffling your moans with your bleeding lip, in your mind Steve was buried between your legs. His silky tongue was spelling his name out on your clit, his hands were digging into your thighs.

You came hard, completely coating your bed and your clothes. Giggling to yourself, sweat glistened on your forehead. Your thighs sticky and dripping, you grabbed a towel and wandered to the bathroom.

As the water trickled down your back your mind found it’s way to him again, your hand pushed the shower head between your legs. Bucking at the intense friction, your already cum coated cunt was twitching.

Your vision of him standing behind you, spreading your legs and slamming into you. His hands would be all over you, his lips would be marking you until he would fill you up.

You knew he had a breeding kink, it was something that been in your mind since you found out. That someone so dangerous cause you breed you, made you want it more.

Your legs buckled slightly in your water as your clit twitched. Cum splashed into the base of the shower, your moans escaped into the noise of the water. He filled your mind as you came twice.

Feeling some what satisfied, you got out. Taking your time to change into your pastel blue lace night dress, lying on your stomach as you flicked through magazines until your eyes became heavy.

You were woken by the home telephone ringing through the house, out of curiosity you rushed downstairs. Breathlessly you picked up, an automated voice forced you to transfer when your clit twitched at his voice.

“Hey Sweetheart, I don’t mean to be a pain but I couldn’t call anyone else” he sounded desperate, his voice was hoarse.

“What do you need Steve?” Your voice was shaking as you whispered into the receiver, not wanting to wake your parents up.

“So you know where my mom is don’t you? Well can you ask her and she should give you money to bail me out” His pitch changed to a whisper as he told you.

You knew what he meant, throughout your friendship he had always referred to ‘Mom’

“Speak soon Steve” you hung up, composing yourself at the bottom of the stairs. You threw on your puffer jacket and boots with no socks.

Quietly starting the car, you drove to Steve’s. There was a key perfectly placed under the mat, sliding it into the lock loudly. His parents were never home, the house smelt unused and cold.

Under the floorboards of Steve’s bed, there was a big black urn shaped tub with gold lettering M.O.M.

You had never seen the contents until now, there were thousands and thousands of dollars stuffed into the tub. Cents rattled against the china, there were watches and knives amongst it.

Amazed, you pulled out more than enough. Stuffing it into your pocket, taking one last look at his room. Knowing that he could loose a second, you opened his closet and smelled his clothes. That strong scent of cigarette and his expensive cologne filled your nostrils, your eyes closed you could almost imagine he was here.

Snapping out of it and into reality, you rushed into the dark night. Glancing back at the house once more before pulling out the culs de sac, the police station wasn’t far from either of your houses.

You waited in the car for a second before tucking the money under your arm. You had found an empty envelope in his house that you shoved it in.

Your hands shook as you walked inside, the lights blared into your retinas as you waited for someone to attend to you. Clearing your throat, you requested bail for “Steve Harrington” the woman repeated the amount of “$500” and you slid over the envelope. She took out the correct amount before sliding it back.

Rudely asking for you to wait there, sitting down on the cold and uncomfortable chairs. Until what felt like forever, his eyes met yours.

That damned smile.

He changed in the back of your car, the silver chain glistened is the light. Swapping his earrings for his small hoops, your eyes were captivated. He winked when he caught you staring.

Starting the car, you assumed he’d want to go home. Sitting in silence as the streetlights flew by, growing closer and closer to his house.

“Hold on! Sweetheart stop here” He tapped onto the side of the door, curiously you stopped.

You were parked at the side of the road, at 1:30am as Steve Harrington searched the bushes on the outskirts of town. His head came up with a grin, clutching onto 3 plastic bags containing something you couldn’t quite see.

Continuing to drive until you reached his house, turning off the engine. You turned to face him, his tired eyes gleamed back at you. The plastic bags sat on his lap as he dug inside them, pulling out a red velvet box.

He opened it and pushed it forward towards you.

“I got this for you, Sweetheart” he smiled at you, his dirty hands clutched onto the box as you stared at the contents.

Gasping as it twinkled in the fluorescent lighting, the shadows hid you both well. Taking it into both hands, still in shock.

“Here let me” He took the clasp off you, turning so that your back faced him.

The necklace hit your hot skin, the soft sound of the clasp being done up. Your hand touched it, feeling the jewels between your fingers.

The emerald and gold necklace suited you, it matched your smile.

Unable to speak as you stared him, leaning forward until your breath met. Your eyes closed instantly as you felt his rough lips on yours.

Billy had disappeared in your mind as Steve’s hands touched your skin, the necklace pressed into your neck in the shadows of your car.

“Would you like to come in?” He whispered into your ear, your body needed him.

Nodding, his hand in yours as he led you into his house again. The plastic bags clunked in his hand, throwing them under his bed to allow full his attention on you.

You felt drunk as his hands combed through your hair, sliding down to your ass and picking you up. Your legs wrapped round his body grinding against him desperately as he kissed your neck.

“Billy, not giving it you to Sweetheart?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, feeling pleased with himself as he threw you onto the bed.

Ripping off your coat and boots, spreading your legs and peeling off your panties. His tongue licked down your inner thigh, sending shivers through your body. There was a pool of wetness closest to your clit, your hands tugged on strands of his hands.

Your vision from earlier was coming true, his tongue was circling his name onto your clit as your back arched against the bed. Your eyes tightly shut, you moaned loudly into the room.

His fingers played with your entrance before sliding inside you, you whined at the sensation. Blood rushed through your body, he felt this as you rode his face and fingers. Edging closer to your orgasm, wetting his face with your cum as your body shook.

He kept going until you were unable to moan, kissing up your body as he removed his fingers. Shoving them into your mouth making you taste them, gagging on them before dropping his own trousers.

Your eyes dropped to his hard cock in the material of his boxers, with greed. You yanked them down, gasping at the sight in front of you.

You had heard about the size of his cock but as it twitched in front of you. You felt yourself grow weak with lust, wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him closer to you. Your nails dig into him, marking him roughly.

His cock forced your pussy apart, not giving you a second to familiarise before thrusting inside you. His grunts echoed in your mind, your legs were weakly wrapped around his back.

Grabbing tightly onto you, he rolled you over. His back touching the mattress with you on top, his hands guiding your hips as you rode him. His eyes stared into yours, the tip of his dick hitting your soft spot over and over.

The sounds of your wet pussy and both of your moans filled the room, his hands snaked around your neck. Your hand played with his chest hair as you rocked back and forth, your hips hitting together.

“Fuck Sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum” his voice was shaky, feeling out of control as you continued to move.

A surge of power darted through your veins, you sped up. Clenching your pussy around him, he groaned at the sensation. Thrusting desperately beneath you, firmly pressing your hand on his chest and sliding until your hands fit perfectly around his neck.

You squeezed tightly, slamming yourself down onto his body. His groans were muffled, his eyes were pleading down at you.

“You going to cum in me Steve?” You smirked, feeling powerful as you brought him closer to his orgasm.

Within seconds, his hot cum was filling up inside you. His cock still pulsating as he slowly thrusted it inside you, loosening your grip around his neck. You arched your back and rode through your own orgasm.

His body twitched repeatedly underneath you, feeling him cum again inside you. Not wanting to stop you continued until he whined from overstimulation.

Smirking to yourself, you climbed off him. Some of his cum sticking to your legs as you flopped next to him. Within seconds, you heard faint snores escape his mouth. Smiling you kissed his forehead and left.

In the morning, you watched the ceiling move. Your guilt crept through your veins, your pussy hurt from Steve. Unbeknownst to you, Billy was already on his way over. His loud music rattled the windows of your parents house, your mom invited him in. Her flirting could be heard from your bed, rolling your eyes and sighing as his footsteps grew closer and closer.

''Hey baby, I missed you. Your mom said you weren't well'' his voice was soft and quiet, his body hovered over you as his hand brushed your hair out your eyes.

You were pale, but not due a physical illness.

He climbed into bed with you, his warm body cradled yours. His arms tightly around your stomach, kissing your neck when you began to cry. He rubbed your arm in circles, soothing you as you soaked your pillowcase.

Staying with you until you were fast asleep, you didn’t hear his feet tiptoe out the room. When you awoke, the house was silent.

Steve’s necklace had been neatly hidden in your desk drawer by your bed, it was 10AM. You showered and changed, wondering whether to go to school or to stay at home.

Your guilt was heavy against your chest as you stared at the photo of you and Billy on your desk and fell back underneath the covers.

It took you another day to recover, when you arrived at school without Billy. You were scared incase Steve would be waiting for you, as the bell rang at the end of the day.

Feelings of fear and anxiety bubbled in your stomach as the sun scorned your face. Scanning the courtyard for his maroon BMW which was nowhere to be found, Billy’s lit cigarette crowded his face.

His blonde curls illuminated in the sunlight, he rushed towards you and threw his arm around you. Leading you towards the car.

“I’m glad that Harrington isn’t here today” his voice was pleased.

“Yeah me too” you sighed, not really agreeing with him.

Billy drove you both to the drive in movie theatre, his arm around you as you sat side by side. Your mind not focusing on the movie in front of you, the toffee popcorn stuck to your clothes.

Irritated, you groaned and knocked it onto the floor. Not caring if Billy noticed, he was too busy laughing loudly at the film. You sunk further into the chair, your eyes grew droopy and your head lolled against the headrest.

He scooped you into his arms, your limp sleepy body dangled as he carried you up the stairs. He tucked you into the bed before getting in with you, his snoring vibrated against the pillow.

Half way through the night, tapping vibrated against your window. Startling you awake, adjusting to your surroundings before rushing towards the rippling sound. To your surprise a hooded dark figure was throwing tiny rocks against the glass, stopping at the sight of your head.

It was Steve.

The open window brought in the cool night air, leaning out to get a glance of him. A smirk plastered across his face as he swung his arm far too reach the window, throwing something past you and onto your bedroom floor.

You saw him wink in the dim light of your front garden and whisper ''Catch you later sweetheart'', your heart skipped at his voice echoing in the wind.

Looking back to face him, only to see that he was no longer there. With intrigue, you scrambled to pick up the item on your floor. There was a note rolled around dollar notes, untangling the note. You began to read:

Thank you for helping me Sweetheart,

Here is something for your trouble

Until my eyes you next

-H.S

Smiling to yourself as you clutched to your chest, knowing that he signed the note backwards for safety. Smelling the paper, you inhaled the scent of him and quietly opened up with desk. Placing it inside with your necklace before picking up the money, deciding to see how much he gave you. In your hand after counting every single note, was $1000 dollars.

Wanting to squeal, you jumped up and down in the shadows of your room. Billy snored and rolled over to the other side, making you pause for a second before scrambling to pick up the fallen notes. Shoving them in your necklace box, your heart still racing as you climbed into bed. You laid awake the rest of the night, thinking about him.

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stranger-rants · 1 year ago

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Runaway Max Annotation Series

This is part of a series I am doing on Runaway Max by Brenna Yovanoff. To see previous posts including the annotation guide, check the [#rm annotations] tag on my blog. These posts will follow the general formula of summary, annotations, quotes, and any thoughts or analysis I want to provide based on my own interpretation of the text. You can use my posts as references in fandom discussions.

Runaway Max Chapter One

Max skateboards through downtown Hawkins. She falls off her skateboard, scraping her knee. Billy pulls up in his Camaro to take her home. He looks bored. Max thinks back to their first meeting.

This one is longer, so it is going under a read more.

Annotations:

1) Background

Max is skating through downtown Hawkins in October (Halloween season). She enjoys playing Dig Dug at the Palace Arcade. Based on her statements it appears Max met Billy in April, though this is not made explicitly clear / the phrasing is a bit weird.

2) Family Context

Max used to play games at the Joy Town Arcade with her father in California. After the divorce, her father moved to L.A. Susan dated a series of losers, and Max says she "disappeared into the personality of every guy she dated." The men she dated either left or they were kicked out. Max says, "Neil was different." Neil was a guard at the bank where Susan was a teller. He would call her Sleeping Beauty, and actively romanced her.

3) Unreliable Statements / Limited P.O.V

Max says that Billy looks at her like she was "something he wanted to scrape off him," and she pairs this with claiming that he always looks bored around her. We don't know the reason as to why Billy is picking Max up, nor does he explain what he is thinking or feeling then. Max says she believed that "the Hargroves were here to make everything better - or at least okay," which not only sets her up for disappointment but makes every interaction with Billy out to be an evaluation of his worth to her and vice versa.

4) Evidence of Abuse / Neglect

There are already numerous red flags. Neil compares Susan to Sleeping Beauty, which Max interprets to mean that she's "stuck." So, she would be easier for Neil to control. Billy is also described as "sleepy" with moments of sudden alertness. This may indicate dissociation and/or (C)PTSD in Billy. Neil is very controlling. He controls when and where Susan and Max meet his son. He gets rid of things in Susan's own home that he doesn't personally like. He glares, waiting for Billy the first time Susan and Max are set to meet him. He also refuses to stop calling Max, "Maxine."

5) Neil / Billy Associations

Max was expecting Billy to be more like Neil - "a preppie football type."

6) Max & Billy Relationship

Max was excited to have a brother. She thinks he's cool, or rather "rad" - especially his earring. She says she thought getting a brother was going to change her life. Billy talks to her in a cool casual, sarcastic manner and Max tries to gain some approval from him by talking about cars.

He calls her "Maxine" in a sarcastic manner to contrast with Neil who says it more seriously. He also gives her the name "Mad Max." He says Max is "just a kid," but it is explicitly mentioned that Billy is in high school. So, he's not that much older. Based on the timeline, there's about a five year age gap between the two.

Their canon meeting in the show is at a much younger age, and they've known each other longer. In the book, they've only known each other a few months before moving and Billy didn't meet her until after their parents got engaged.

7) Other Valuable Insights; Potentially Useful Information

Max talks about having seen the Terminator. Billy dressed up as the Terminator for Halloween in the show. Does this mean Billy took her to see it?

8) Billy's Characterization

Billy drives fast, and Max compares Billy to his Camaro - "fast and hard edged like a car." Her opinion of the Camaro shifts from thinking it's a cool car to thinking it's like a monster. This is similar to how her opinion shifts about Billy over time. He goes from "looking like a movie star" with his sprayed hair and an open shirt, to looking perpetually bored and sleepy and giving Max a look she interprets as disdain whenever she's around him.

Thoughts:

Billy is given limited opportunity to express his own thoughts and feelings narratively outside of Max's lens, which is one of the biggest problems when people insist on using this book as a reliable source on Billy's characterization. Everything is implied, and for any reader unwilling to give Billy dimension it is easy to write off every interaction as evidence that Billy is an awful person.

However, I don't think the text so clearly characterizes Billy as this horrible person even if the author intended it. The author and/or the reader could have bad intentions when it comes to talking about Billy as a survivor and a bully. Yet, Billy is almost by accident a complex, sympathetic character as long as the reader is putting the pieces together.

Billy is already disillusioned with Neil. Max is not at that point, but the breadcrumbs are there. She just needs to follow them to the source - that Neil is a controlling, abusive man. Everything about Billy screams, "something is very wrong here" but Billy is made to be the "wrong" because of his proximity to Max. He's fast. He's hard edged. He's unlike Neil. He's bored. He looks at her like she's nothing...

...yet he does attempt small talk with her upon their first meeting and refers to the Camaro as a "bitchin' ride," while sort of sizing Max up. He laughs at her attempts to impress him, but he's not cruel. There's something about their first meeting that says that Billy thinks all of this is some sort of joke and that Max needs to wake up and realize it, too.

Neil and Susan exist in their own world together, almost ignoring their children and making no effort to accommodate their meeting or help them adjust. I get the impression that they're being selfish, and they see each other as solutions. Max is optimistic because she's a child and she's not ready to fully acknowledge her mother's faults.

Billy is pessimistic because he's been living with his abuser for a long time and that abuse, which is unknown to Max at that point, informs much of his attitudes and behaviors. Max doesn't have the knowledge nor the understanding to talk about these aspects of Billy, and as a child we shouldn't expect her to. However, many of the readers of this book aren't children and we do have the resources, at least, to know better.

Readers should have more questions than answers at this point. Why is Billy picking Max up if he's so bored and annoyed with her existence? Why does Neil avoid talking about or introducing Billy for a long time? Why does Neil feel he has the right to rearrange Susan's home before he's even moved in? Why are they rushing to get married? Why does Susan "disappear" into the personalities of the men she dates? Why did Max's dad immediately move farther away? Did he abandon her too? Is Max unable to accept it? Why does she want Neil and Billy to make things better, especially if she really wants to be with her dad?

And so on and so forth.

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 1 year ago

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Your first date with Billy would include...

Billy surprised you when you arranged your date together, he picked a rather sweet and romantic and popular date spot. You honestly thought it would be some quick trip to a motel instead, but you can't help but feel excited.

You arrive at the restaurant that Billy chose, you knew that you were a little early, but you wanted to make a good impression, though as you sat in the parking lot you did worry that you'd look a little too keen.

Being escorted to your table, you're pleasantly surprised to find Billy already sat there waiting for you. He stands up as you approach, a charming boyish smile on his face.

Neither of you can take your eyes off of each other as you reach the table, surprisingly you further, he pulls your chair out for you and whispers gently in your ear how beautiful you look as he pushes you in.

You sit together at the table, his hand finds yours as you both look over the menu, his thumb rubs the back of your hand as he talks about what he's deciding to get.

You find yourselves still in a bit of a state of awkwardness once you've ordered food, you struggle a little for conversation seeing as Billy doesn't usually date. Something about it has you questioning why you're so special, but you don't want to question that.

As food arrives the pair of you seem to become pretty comfortable with each other, you've both relaxed enough to begin to flirt over your meal, something about the homecooked food helps you both relax quite a lot. You talk about things such a hobbies and interests.

As you finish your meal, you both decide to not get desert, Billy tells you that it's your choice what to pick next.

You can't help but decide to take him to the outdoor ice rink down the road, desperate to see what Billy Hargrove is like on the ice.

Billy reluctantly agrees and takes you to the ice rink, he pays for your skates, because he's a gentleman.

Billy on the ice is the funniest thing you've ever seen, he can't keep his balance, he slips and slides all around like Bambi and you're unable to stop giggling until he ends up on the ground.

You go to help him up, and end up on top of him. You can't help but giggle and Billy actually laughs too before he places a deep kiss on your lips. He doesn't do anything by halves.

The pair of you get up and go to the edge of the rink and make out, only being interrupted when Billy would slip and slide.

When the session comes to an end, Billy walks you reluctantly back to the lot where your cars are.

Sitting on the hood of your car, the pair of you make out for a while, until it's too cold and the pair of you need to say goodnight.

Walking you to the car door, the pair of you kiss one last time before you climb into the car and smile at each other, before say goodnight.

You drive away unable to stop smiling from a perfect first date

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melodymunson · 6 months ago

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Steddie x fem reader blurb

Steve Harrington X Female!Reader featuring Eddie Munson

Stranger Things AU

"There's no one like you"

Mentions of sex, MFM threesomes, and breeding.

1,074 Words

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Steve was the best friend you could ever ask for. Even though Robin and him were close you were his best friend too. You were always there for him especially when Nancy Wheeler broke his heart for Jonathan Byers. For some reason, she found comfort in Jonathan's arms and cheated emotionally and mentally on Steve. Needless to say, it hurt Steve and he truly felt love for Nancy at one point in his life.

He always thought of you as one of the guys. You wanted to make him jealous so you started dating another guy Billy Hargrove. Steve didn't like Billy and had no problem voicing his distaste for him. Billy was someone you didn't even really like you just wanted Steve to admit he loved you instead of seeing you as just a best friend type. Billy would emotionally and mentally abuse you until you couldn't take it anymore so you ended it and Steve consoled you.

One night you were at a party with Steve and everyone including Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie, and Chrissy were getting drunk playing spin-the-bottle and your bottle kept landing on Steve. After three kisses and three times it landed on him it was seven minutes in heaven time together. You confided in Steve your true feelings which had him admitting his feelings for you too and you had one of the hottest ever makeout sessions together. Robin was so happy for you right after that because you asked Steve to be your boyfriend while working at family video, and he said yes.

You went on many dates after that including Enzo's, a movie/ice cream date, a camping trip, a road trip to the beach for a weekend, time at the cabin, and many others. Whenever you cuddled Steve was always the big spoon wrapping his big, strong arms tightly around you. On your three-month anniversary together he bought you a sterling silver charm bracelet with your initials, his initials, and your birthstone. Steve took you on many surprising and romantic dates that were so cute like a walk in the park/picnic, roller skating at the rink, an arcade date that included a mall shopping trip, and hiking/camping.

Eventually, Eddie came into the picture because you auditioned for Corroded Coffin to be their third guitarist and got the job. Steve and Eddie were already friends and Eddie was amazed by your guitar skills happy to have a girl in the band since his friend Ronnie left as Corroded Coffin's drummer and was replaced by Gareth. Steve and Robin would always attend the Hideout shows and clap the loudest in the front row and after Steve would buy everyone celebratory drinks backstage. After a bit of drinking one night, you confessed to Steve and Eddie how you wanted to have a threesome and they were more than happy to indulge your fantasy.

Your first time together with Steve and Eddie was the night after the concert and they took you first to Enzo's for a nice and classy meal for dinner and then the drive-in movies. After you went back to Steve's house and skinnydipped while listening to Corroded Coffin's newest album on cassette. You had a nice shower after that with lots of touching and kissing which ended in Steve and Eddie finger-fucking you until you came two times. They treated you like a Queen washing you up and giving you the best orgasms before things moved to Steve's bedroom and his King-sized bed with blue silk sheets and matching pillowcases.

Eddie and Steve took turns eating your pussy and fingering you until you came at least three times, you sucked them off sloppy just like they loved it, and for the first time, you experienced double vaginal penetration. Your screams and moans combined with theirs echoed off the walls and needless to say, you made a big mess of Steve's huge bed. You shared the best pre-rolled joints with them courtesy of Reefer Rick and planned to do it all over again soon but filming it and making your homemade porno to watch. They made you breakfast in bed the day after and you had another mind-blowing shower with being eaten out and squirting for them.

The day you made the porno you were wearing the prettiest black with red trim lingerie, fishnet tights, and silky red gloves. The video camera began and foreplay started with Steve and Eddie using your glass dildo on you, sucking your nipples/fondling your breasts, and you giving them handjobs. You sucked off Eddie as Steve fucked your pussy raw getting spit-roasted until they switched places and after came all over your ass and in your mouth. Deciding to try something new you let them take turns fucking your ass after they used lots of lube on you before fucking your ass together making a mess of you in the end by cumming all over your stomach and breasts.

Sometime later after the homemade porn, Eddie and Steve jointly proposed to you with the biggest and best wedding ring with your birthstone and entwining hearts on either side of the stone. The wedding was casual and beautiful but also something small because the three of you preferred it that way but it was the best wedding ever for you, Steve, and Eddie. The wedding was in Hawkins near the lake with Dustin, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Joyce, Hopper, Argyle, Robin, Uncle Wayne, and Jonathan as the photographer before the honeymoon in Fiji and New Zealand. They had the biggest breeding kinks and loved to say they were going to breed you every chance they got even before the wedding and when you were still on birth control.

Soon you were pregnant with twins because the night of the honeymoon you stopped taking birth control after Steve and Eddie agreed it would be the best choice to start your little family together as soon as possible. Steve and Eddie were thrilled to be fathers now and have a little family with you. The twins were a girl and boy and so you named them Wayne and Elizabeth after Eddie's uncle and mom. There was so much love in your relationship with them and you were having the best life together in Indiana there was nothing more to ask for until you got pregnant two more times and adopted two kids, Steve finally had all six of his little nuggets.

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