#gareth x alt!reader

[cielie-voss]

A will to live.

~Gareth x Henderson!Reader

Summary: the world's been crashing down on y/n Henderson again. Her brother was desperately looking for help from one of his sister's best friend, Gareth.

Warning: depression, self doubt, bad jokes, cringe pet names.

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Song mentioned is Metal Health (bang your head) by Quiet Riot. Absolutely recommend listening to that song.

Masterlist

Once again the world seemed to weigh me down. Sunken in a swamp, surrounded by negative thoughts, self doubt and hopelessness. My body felt empty, numb, but my head was buzzing with racing thoughts. So many and so fast, even if I tried to catch them, they slipped out of my hands like smoke and vanished.

I pushed the door open and as soon as it closed behind me with a click, a sigh left my body from deep down. My tensed shoulders relaxed and slumped down, my back pack glided to the ground. Plomp.

Lazy I kicked my shoes into the corner and threw my jacket on the hanger. Luckily it stuck to one of the hooks. Otherwise I could've prepared myself to be awfully bawled out by my mum.

"Hey, Y/N! You're pretty late! You hungry?" My brother's voice echoed from the kitchen but barely reached my ears as I instantly put on my headphones I dug out my bag.

"Okay?!" He mouthed as he watched me prowl into my room. With furrowed brows he followed me.

Mother says that I never never mind her, Got no brains I'm insane, Teacher says that I′m one big pain, Kevin's voice fought forcefully against the buzzing voices in my mind, overstimulated my brain, encapsulated myself from the world around me.

The door slammed shut behind me and before I could notice, my body plumped down on my bed and buried itself in the blankets and pillows.

"Dude, what happened at school?" Dustin hissed through the phone.

"I don't know, man. Only thing I know is, she and Eddie fought over some shit and Eddie left. Something about next Saturday." Gareth ran his hands through his stubborn hair, pacing back and forth after Dustin told him about his best friends not so well-being.

"Next Saturday?" Dustin repeated.

"Yeah, next Saturday. Why?"

Dustin rubbed his face, leaned back and peeked his head through the doorway, making sure my door was closed.

"Yeah, our mom's birthday." Dustin sighed. "Mom is kinda … putting her under pressure and mocking her because she is still single. No boy would like her and bla bla, you know? Y/N said she had a date for moms birthday. I suspected she was trying to prove herself to mom. Never thought she was going to ask Eddie. That would've scared the shit outta Mom, kinda revenge for the way Mom treated her."

"And Eddie didn't want to go.", Gareth added. "And with that he somewhat confirmed her concerns and self doubt."

"Does she even want me to come?" Gareth broke the silence.

"Y/N?" Dustin's voice shrilled through the hallway.

"No." I screeched back.

"Do you want Gareth to come over?"

"No!"

"Okay!" He turned back to the phone and whispered "God, please come over."

"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes. Just gotta do the groceries first. Does she need anything?"

Carefully Dustin opened my door and stepped inside.

"He needs to go grocery shopping first, do you need something?" Dustin repeated Gareth’s question.

"A will to live.", I groaned before turning back into my fort of pillows, blankets and plushies.

"Okay, got it.", he said to Dustin through the phone and hung up. Dustin knelt down next to my bed, a worried expression on his face. "He'll be here in no time, promise.", he said and gently ruffled my hair before he left my room.

To silence the thoughts in my head and distract my busy mind I turned on the TV. With the sound of a random game show in the background, I crawled out of bed and started to do anything. Sorting my socks, carrying my stack of books from one place to another, cutting dried leaves from my plants, carrying the stack of books again across my room only to realize some moments later that they’re in my way again. Completely powerless I let my arms drop in defeat, realizing I’m in a never ending circle. A sigh escaped my lips and I simply sat down on my floor, overwhelmed by everything around me.

Without me noticing it, the doorbell rang and Dustin let Gareth in.

“Thank god.”, Dusting said, relieved to see his friend.

“Is she in her room?” My brother nodded and stepped aside to let Gareth past him.

As Gareth stepped into my room, he found me crouched down on the floor, the game show still playing in the background.

“Hey, Y/N/N.”, he sat down next to me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Sadly they ran out of fresh will to live this morning, but I got something similar for you.”

His joke, even if unintended, brought a soft smile on my lips. He leaned to his side, digging in his bag. With curiosity glimmering in my wide eyes, I leaned forward, trying to see what he got there. But as I leaned forward he tried to cover his bag with his body, as if he didn’t want me to see what’s in there. I pressed my back against my bed again in defeat, waiting for him to show me what he got.

“Okay, so here we have some chocolate.” He placed the stack of different kinds of chocolate in front of me. Chocolate bars with nuts, with caramel, dried fruits, dark chocolate, with cookies. “And if that’s not the right will to live, I got some crackers too.” The pile of chocolate was upgraded by some packs of crackers. “And if that isn’t enough, I’ve got ice cream and sodas too. And some warheads.” He placed the rest on the mountain of wills to live and looked at me. “Wanna start with the ice cream?”

Baffled by the amount of sweets he got, it took me a second to nod.

“Yeah. Sure, ice cream is great.”, I stammered. “Let me get us some spoons.” As I got up to get the spoons, he got up too and arranged my pillows and blankets so that we could comfortably sit on my bed.

With two spoons in hand i got back to my room, Gareth already found his place on my bed, the pile of snacks and sodas carefully sorted in front of him.

“You want cookie dough or cherry garcia?” As I plumped down next to him, I grabbed the cherry garcia one and handed him his spoon. For some minutes we just sat there, eating our ice cream and looking at the TV from time to time when the music indicated something exciting would happen. I was halfway through my cup of ice as he carefully asked “You wanna talk?”

For a second I froze, sorting my mind, deciding where to start. “I don’t know.”, I declared hesitantly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can simply sit here right next to you, you know?”

I let out a sigh, rubbed my feet nervously against each other like a cricket. “Lately it’s been simply too much for me.”

“What?”, he wanted to know, cocked his head and looked at me.

“I don’t know. Everything.”, I shrugged and looked at him. “Simply everything is too much. Waking up. Going to school. Talk to people. Hear them talking bullshit about me. About you and Eddie and Jeff and … I can’t stand this anymore. I don’t know. I’m just so overwhelmed by everything right now. I feel like no one likes me. Neither my friends, nor my family. You know what? Mom always tells me after I get something else but an A+ 'I guess your brother got all the good brain cells'. Like what mother says that? I’m scared of the future. Where will I end up? I don’t even know what I wanna do after school! Mom wants me to go study somewhere. But what if I don’t want to study? What if I just want to get a simple job? But what kind of job would I wanna do? I don’t know.” The more I let my thoughts out unfiltered, the more my eyes filled with tears. I sniffed as I continued.

“I know so much, but why do I don’t know what I want? I don’t even really know who I am anymore! And I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me but everything just doesn’t feel right and I have no idea how to change that!” I ran my fingers through my hair and wiped away the few tears that rolled down my cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry.”

“Please don’t ever apologize for crying again, okay?” Gently he grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him. “And there is nothing, absolutely nothing wrong with you, not even close. It’s okay that you don’t know yet what you wanna do. There is so much time to figure it out, you know? You are a teenager, how are you supposed to know how you wanna spend the rest of your life?” He looked at me with his big round eyes, boring into my soul.

“Come here.” Gareth took my cup of ice cream and set it aside with his. Like a warm and soft blanket, he wrapped his arms around me, held me tight and gently stroked my hair. I melted into this embrace, my head pressed against his chest, my fingers clasped around the woolen fabric of his flannel. The steady pounding of his heart had a soothing impact on me. It’s hard to explain, but I kind of felt safe.

“You just have to test out what you think you would like to do, you know? And if you don’t like it, try something else until you find something you like.”

“You’re right. And I absolutely hate to admit that.”, I groaned, as I buried my face in his chest.

“I know.”, he laughed and gently squeezed me tighter.

"And we do like you. Very much to be honest. Sometimes even more than your little, idiot brother."

"Liar." I grumbled and buried my face deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his heartbeat.

"I would be lying if I told you I don't like you the most out of all of us." His giggles were vibrating through his chest.

It took me a second to comprehend what he just said. But when I understood, a wave of a warm, unknown feeling washed over me. I tried to press my arms against him to push me away from him so I could look at him properly.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Even though I tried to push me away with all my strength, his strong arms held me close to his body, squeezed me against him. "Oh, nothing. And now come here my little snuggle-puggle."

"Snuggle-puggle? Oh my god, now I know you're completely insane!" I laughed out, but hugged him tighter as the new feeling of warmth spread through my whole body, painting a soft smile around my lips.

xxx

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[autisticjellybean]

Only Girl In Hellfire

Pairing: Gareth x Reader

Tags: fem!reader, (idiot)friends to lovers, background HellCheer, basically Gareth and Reader trying to help Eddie romance Chrissy and vice versa, inexperienced!Gareth x experienced!reader, additional tags to be added.

Disclaimer: This is a ~400ish word blurb introducing a small series I’m working on rn. I’m not finished with the fic but I love this intro and couldn’t wait any longer to post it! I hope you enjoy

Gareth Emerson is in love with you. It’s been a long time building up, since the first day you met. He can still remember being a quiet, pimple-faced freshman that Eddie—on his first try at senior year—had singled out in the cafeteria and immediately taken under his wing. He remembers Eddie bringing him to their table, going around and introducing him to the friends he’d remain with for years. And at the end, he remembers Eddie introducing him to you. 

You were the only girl in Hellfire—still are. You were just his type, wild hair and dark eyes and the lettering of your club shirt stretching deliciously over your chest. You’d shaken his hand, red manicured nails matching the blood bold color of your lips that day, and he’d almost turned to jelly on the spot. He’d tried, really tried, to play it cool, but apparently he had not succeeded, because after lunch, Eddie had pulled him aside again to explain what exactly your ‘deal’ was. See, being the only girl in a group rumored to be plagued with sin and debauchery had led to some less than savory opinions of you forming amongst the student body. Mainly, of course, the basketball team, who had taken to dubbing you the “Hellfire Whore”. And while, yes, it was true you did fool around with a boy or two from time to time, you’d explicitly staved off any school boys so as not to give in to the rumor mill. Essentially, Gareth could look, but never touch.

Which would have been fine if you were just pretty. Gareth could have gotten past his little crush on you if you’d turned out to be preppy or boring or something, something that could have turned him off from you. But no, you were perfect. You were kind and funny and witty and cool and it felt like with everything he learned about you, you became more and more perfect for him. 

So, two years later and that crush is still plaguing him, begging him to take you and kiss you and tell you how beautiful and wonderful you were. But he couldn’t. And besides, your friendship was perfect, and he wasn’t about to risk it all. No, unfortunately, the more you hung out and the deeper he fell, the more he was also assuring himself that ever confessing would ruin absolutely everything. 

Until one autumn, a run-in with a familiar cheerleader would cause the nature of your relationship to change forever!

[devourable]

masterlist ! long post under cut. anything without links is unfinished. nsfw content marked in red

{ boy yanderes }

yandere church boy (⛪️ abraham atkins)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs / asks :

sfw hcs 1 . sfw hcs 2 . nsfw hcs . darling w different religion . equally religious darling . darling from large family .

fics, drabbles, etc :

prayer session - private service - genesis 9:6 - divine sin [ocxoc ; by darling--core] - kinktober; overstim [ocxoc ; by darling--core] - my angel {wip, coming soon!}

yandere hacker (🖥️ gene eliades)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

gene x camslut darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

coding lesson - kinktober; cockwarming [ocxoc ; by darling--core]

yandere prodigy (🪶 sterling cygnus)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

ask dump . what if darling left school? . college parties . handmade birthday present . overheard confession . positive reinforcement darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

field trip - i like you {wip, coming soon!}

aus :

professor cygnus (older!au)

yandere best friends (tobias lovell & sebastian lee ; 🍀 the neighbors)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

nsfw hcs - shy voyeur darling (wip, coming soon!)

yandere delinquents (mattias c., judas j., dominic g., aaron d. ; 🚬 the delinquents)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

how did they meet? . nsfw headcanons . sick darling . dom reader . darling’s birthday . asexual darling . oral fixation darling

yandere monster (🌲 mykolas)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

sfw headcanons . how does he mate with his darling?

fics, drabbles, etc :

break time

yandere cheerleader (📣 orion knight) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

yandere idol (🎤 ivan armani) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the huntsman (🪓 gareth sharpe) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

{ girl yanderes }

yandere gym bunny (💪 valentina everett)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

wedding headcanons

fics, drabbles, etc :

wlw comfort drabble - making a scene

yandere princess (👑 althea chrysostomides)

intro fic • pinboard

yandere mermaids (kallisto, tomila, lyonesse ; 🪸 the mermaids)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

what gifts do they like? . sfw headcanons . what if darling wants a family?

fics, drabbles, etc :

mating season (wip, coming soon!)

yandere farmer (🌾 linden bell) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the coven (wip)

intro fic • pinboard

{ nonbinary yanderes }

the butcher (🥩 rhodes williams)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

vulture culture darling . nsfw headcanons . fiesty/protective darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

better days - helpless - make me bleed

the stalker (💌 vega leers) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the alt kids (faust m., delta c., anton f., ; 🕷️ the alt kids)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

nsfw hcs

the demon (🩸 melchior) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

[ poly yanderes ]

the parents (angel & bianca moreno ; 🧸 the parents) — wip

intro fic • pinboard

the villains — wip

intro fic • pinboard

{ misc / multi oc posts }

your first time p1

your first time p2 (coming soon!)

date night w abe / delinquents

flirty darling x sterling and rhodes

yanderes x single parent darling

yanderes x cuddle drunk darling (wip, coming soon!)

yanderes / darlings and cuddles

poly yanderes x biased darling

yandere terms of endearment

abe, tina, and rhodes x chronically ill darling

how do they feel about other yanderes?

who does/doesn’t want kids?

rhodes x darling x abraham, part 2

[munsonomenon]

⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧

Chapter 111: Bite the hand that feeds

⛧ pairing: rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader, steve x alt! fem reader

⛧ contains: ANGSTTT, love triangle, fluff, fwb, use of alcohol, smoking, pining, pet names, implied friends to lovers, slow burn, asshole! eddie

⛧ word count: 5.4k+

⛧ previous chapter: here

⛧ warnings: allusions to smut ! mdni !

The beams of a blood-orange sunset illuminate your black-rimmed eyes as you reach over to change the current station playing on your car’s stereo, making it almost impossible to read the numbers over the hazy screen. You hear the faint tune of the end of a metal song playing from a station you don’t often frequent and decide to let it play out instead of squinting to find the numbers for the right station. Before the next song can begin to play you hear the raspy voice of a radio host going on about some deal a local business paid to be advertised. You let out a small groan, knowing you can only hear a few songs on your short drive. Leaning over to switch stations again, you are frozen in place by what you hear.

“Tonight, back for the first time since the local groups first ever North American tour, Corroded Coffin live from Hawkins, the very place the band’s success was founded- The Hideout. Our next caller will be the lucky winner of two tickets for tonight’s sold-out concert!”. You’ll never get used to this you think to yourself. Eddie and the band had been gone for six weeks, playing 20 sold-out shows at small venues around both coasts, bringing even more new attention their way. Everything was planned perfectly for their hometown return tonight, at the Hideouts Halloween bash.

Pulling around to the backside of the bar you find the familiar parking space next to eddies van. He’s standing by the back door with one foot resting on the wall, lighting up a cigarette and laughing obnoxiously loud with Gareth. You pull one of your mirrors down and triple-check that your hair and makeup look perfect before hopping out and joining them. You grab your bag and close your car door with the slam of your hip, the sound gaining their attention.

“Hey! Look at that, our biggest fan is here!” Gareth shouts while raising his arms in excitement. “Hey! Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever!” you say into his shoulder going in for a hug. “Where’s Jeff? Not here yet?” you say as you hug Eddie. “Yeah, he’s late.” Gareth sighs looking toward the pavement scrunching his face with worry. “Again.” Eddie scoffs, chiming in from the side. “I thought he got caught up in something with his girl, but he would’ve answered me by now, not sure.” Eddie snuffs his cigarette out on the brick siding of the bar.

“Wanna head inside? It’s cold as balls out here, and you have barely any clothes on.” he shivers. you giggle in response “I have clothes on you asshole! You know it gets hot in there.” you shout at him jokingly, you can feel his laugh against your ear as he holds the door open for you, sliding his hand over your back as you move inside.

Hot stuffy air and the clacking of pool balls greet you as soon as you enter the bar. It’s mostly empty except for the few people setting up equipment on the stage and the ’frequent flyers’. The name Eddie dubbed the drunks the bar let in early every night, they were only ever here for the booze and left before the band could even begin. With the size of the crowds they have started picking up lately, the owner has fans wait in line outside of the venue before every one of their gigs so the guys can have some space to set up and rehearse without all of the commotion.

Corroded Coffin’s success is something you still can’t wrap your mind around, it was almost overnight. Eddie had no idea until during one of your many nights in the back of his van down in an old campsite at Lovers Lake. Eddies lips were moving fervently against the soft perfumed skin on your neck and his hand tangled deep in the back of your hair. Whimpers coming from your throat with his every move. His other hand was in between the two of you, rubbing small circles teasingly along your panties. “I’ve waited all night to get you like this doll, couldn’t wait to get you alone.” he purrs into your ear.

You are absorbed in a wave of bliss before he promptly parts his lips from your skin and pauses in place. You let out a desperate moan, “Why’d you stop?” you can sense something is bothering him. “That’s me?” he whispers softly, voice full of confusion. “On the goddamn radio!” he shouts this time, raising his voice. He swiftly slides you off of his lap onto the mattress he has just for occasions like these. You let out another pathetic moan in the vacancy of his touch. “What- what are you talking about, come back.” you wine. He huffs as he shuffles his way in between the two front seats just enough to crank up the volume knob. “Holy shit Ed’s! That is you!” you laugh out in disbelief.

Gareth and Jeff had secretly spent the last month begging the local college station the play the ep they had practically conned Eddie into recording. He didn’t think they were ready, he was his worst critic and they both knew that if it was up to him their music would never see the light of day outside of local shows. Weeks of pleading and a twenty-dollar bill later, his voice was blaring from the speakers in his van.

Eddie was so enraged by their little stunt he didn’t talk to either of them for the next two weeks, which was when people started coming up to him in the bar to ask about his music, people he had never even met. You could never forget the grin he had on his face after he walked back over to the booth you always shared just to tell you that Corroded Coffin had their first real fan.

Not long after they had picked up an interview at the same station that debuted their songs to your town, and it continued to snowball from there. The media was fascinated by how a small-town metal band’s music captivated such a broad spectrum of people. The attention became overwhelming, Eddie didn’t have a choice in all of this happening to him and as elated as he was to be living out his lifelong dreams he didn’t know how to handle it.

He decided that the best thing for whatever it was that you two were, was to just stay ‘casual’, and slow things down. He swears it’s to protect you from the chaos his life is consumed in now, but nothing he could’ve done would’ve shattered you like that did. You were already too far gone and he knew it too, he was afraid of hurting you while he was on a path that wasn’t fully under his control. Robin spent that whole night by your side, laying with you in your bed surrounded by tissues.

She was convinced it was only an excuse for him to be able to sleep around with all of the girls flocking after him now that he had the attention of more than just the girl he flirted with in high school, and you knew she was probably right. You had no reason to be the only other girl he chased after now that it feels like half of the country wants him too.

You follow closely behind Eddie, his hand hovering over your wrist with a loose grip as he guides you to the bartop. “Hey uh- can I get a Budweiser and a vodka Redbull? thanks, man.” He says as he slides his cash to the other side of the sticky wooden surface. You take a seat at the nearest bar stool. Eddie scoots closer to you, sticking his hand in the back pocket of your black denim shorts, and rubbing small circles over the fabric. “You excited for tonight?” his eyes gleaming down into yours. “Playing that song I told you I would. Finally got the fucking solo down, it was driving me batshit. Barely even slept last night, wanted to get it right for you.” he smiles running his thumb along the seam of your pocket. Your heart skips a beat with every word he says.

It had been months since you two had been closer than a stray phone call. He leans in and pushes your hair behind your ear, eyes never parting yours for even a second. “I missed you, you know that?” his voice laced with seduction. You couldn’t resist melting under his touch. It was like electricity being shot down your spine. As much as you wish you didn’t, you craved his touch almost every night since the last you felt it. “I bet you did.” you mock quietly turning your face away from his. You feel the warmth of his skin as he places his hand on your flushed cheek pulling you back around to him.

“Hey! They don’t make girls like you out in California!” his laughter fills the air around you as the bartender interrupts, sliding both of your drinks across the bartop. “Thanks again, man!” he shouts to the bartender who’s already moved on to his next order. “Oh yeah, you’re right. I forgot they’re all smoking hot models and pornstars” you say with a smirk slipping the straw from your drink into your mouth. Eddies face lights up with a playful glow, “I know what game you’re playing, doll.”. You play innocent shrugging your shoulders and continuing to sip on your drink. “I’m just being honest,” you say flatly. You can only imagine all of the girls chasing Eddie down while he was away, you knew better than to dream he was out there wanting you while he was with them. His thumb moves down from your cheek to swipe over your lips and you’re lost for words, in a spout of silence, taking each other in fully.

Before either of you can speak another word the doorman shouts over in your direction. “Hey, Eddie! Sorry to do this to you man but the boss wants us to start letting people in early, running a drink special tonight trying to make a few extra bucks. You wanna head back or are you ready for us to open up shop?”. Eddie’s hands instantly drop from your side, and you look up to him in confusion but aren’t surprised by his adjustment. He looks down with a look of ‘can we not do this right now’ written all over his face before grabbing both of your drinks and turning to face the door. “Shit uh- you’re good man! We can just take these to the back. Ready when you are!” he shouts back. He motions to you to follow him backstage.

As soon as the both of you turn the hallways corner you can hear the sound of fans piling through the doors. Eddie abruptly stops in front of you while walking, excitedly turning on his heel. “Oh shit, almost forgot to tell you! I bought some shitty face paint and some fake blood if you wanna do the honors of making me look all scary and hot for tonight. I’ll probably fuck it up if I do it.” his voice trails off as he keeps walking. “Awe did big scary Munson forget his fangs this year!” you cross your arms teasing him for his default yearly Halloween costume.

He immediately stops in his place again handing you your drink to free his hand before digging around in his pocket, pulling out the coveted fake fangs he’s had for years now. He holds them in between his pointer finger and thumb displaying them proudly. “Come on, do you even know me at all?” he smirks.

You’re halfway through painting eddies face white when Gareth inevitably stumbles into the back room. “Holy fuck dude, that’s sick!” he chuckles when he catches sight of Eddie sitting next to me with his hair in a loose ponytail and the corners of his black-rimmed eyes crinkling with his words. “I didn’t know we were doing this!” he turns to you, “You gotta do mine!”. You look into Eddie’s eyes and giggle. “Let me get finished up with the princess I’ve already got in my chair and I’ll get to you.” Eddie lightly smacks the back of the shoulder you have turned to him and raises his voice “Hey! I am not a princess.” he scoffs playfully. “Whatever you say, beautiful.” You say lightly as you continue to blend the makeup down his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Eddie’s eyes were studying your lips with you two being so close together. His hand rests on your hips as you’re leaning into his face. You’re desperately hoping he doesn’t notice all of the small adjustments you make in your seat every time one of his hands slips as he’s talking to Gareth on the other side of the room. You’re taking full advantage of this moment, further memorizing every inch of him in front of you. “Doll? Are you even listening or are you just staring at my face?” he smirks after catching on to the lack of attention you’ve been paying to their conversation.

As you get closer to being done with the vampire face of Eddies dreams you insist on waiting to put the rest on until right before he goes on stage because you know he’s gonna end up smearing it all over his face. He tries to convince you he would be careful but you know him too well for that to work. “Don’t you pout at me, Munson. You are the clumsiest person I know.” you mock his fake sad face. “But the bloods the best part, you’re just teasing me now!” his grip on your waist tightened pleadingly with his words. Your thighs tighten with his grasp on you.

“Not yet! I still need to do Gareths too.” you say composing yourself, he pouts again. You roll your eyes in defeat. You turn to grab the vile of fake blood before you can hear Gareth yell “Hey, you heard the lady! My turn, move your ass!” as he runs up to the chair Eddie had been occupying, halfway jumping down on his lap in a way to force him to get up. “Okay, okay!” Eddie screeches dramatically with his voice high, raising his hands in protest giving his seat to him.

Eddie walks over to the countertop on the far side of the room before grabbing a beer for each of you out of the mini-fridge underneath. “It’s fucking loud out there already!” Eddie says over the sound of the speakers playing the intro to the opening band’s set, handing you both the cold bottles.“I know dude! I’m fucking pumped, it’s insane” Gareth chuckles as if he is in disbelief that any of this is real yet. “I can’t believe it either, honestly.” you reassure Gareth.

“Eddie, can you check my phone? See if Jeff ever answered me. We gotta go on soon.” Gareth mumbles trying not to disturb the brush you have pressed to his skin. “Sure thing.” Eddie drawls out and takes a long swig of his beer before grabbing his friend’s phone off of the shared counter space. His long fingers put the code in without question, showing you this was a trust they shared often. You continue blending the black circles Gareth had requested around his eyes not hearing a peep out of Eddie for a bit longer than usual. Turning your cheek up to face him, seeing him branding a suspicious smirk over his lips. “What’s so funny over there?” you pester gaining Gareth’s attention as he remembers the question he asked Eddie a few moments ago.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this Rachel chick man?” Eddie chuckles turning the screen with his eyes wide to show a half nude selfie in Gareth’s texts. He immediately lunges up from the space of his chair and passes your knees, reaching for his phone out of Eddie’s hands which are now well above his head as he keeps scrolling. “Hey! Put my sweet Rachel down!” he protests loudly still grasping for the device. Eddie’s loud cackles echo off the walls in the room while he’s balancing on his tippy toes fighting off his friend while they take turns screaming at each other.

Your attention is brought to the other direction of the room when you feel a sudden breeze accompanied by the loudly increasing screams of fans out in the crowd and a bang that knocks dust off of the shelves in the room. “Jeff! Where the fuck have you been!” the other two boys say almost in unison as their bickering immediately comes to an end, still in each other’s arms from their attempts to push the other away. Jeff’s face sours in a confused fashion directly after their question. He doesn’t speak a word as he raises a finger pointing in their direction, looking to you for answers on the way he found his bandmates. “Oh, that. Yeah, I was trying to make them all ’scary and hot’ as Eddie called it, and now they’re all over each other. It’s a turn-on I guess.” you purposefully deceive with your words.

They both immediately jump to their defense before Jeff speaks over them. “If it wasn’t Halloween I definitely would’ve bought that.’ clearly used to their antics. “Uh, hello?” Eddie’s voice says flatly waving a hand in Jeff’s direction, “Where the fuck have you been, dude?” he scoffs. “I’ve been blowing you up all day!” Gareth chimes in from the side, turning his head up to look at the clock on the wall “Look at the time. We need to be on stage within the next ten minutes!” his arms dramatically flailing toward the clock. “Okay! Okay! I get it, listen I’ll explain everything when we’re done, finish getting ready, and let’s take a shot or something! Relax!” he pleads, acknowledging his mistake.

“Doll face! Can you finish me up now? Lipstick, blood, all that shit!” Eddie mutters lowly, wiping away the drop of liquor on his bottom lip with his thumb. “Yeah, one sec.” you gag from the bitter taste slamming your glass down onto the coffee table. He grabs your now free hand to guide you off of the couch to the table and chairs his makeup was set out on while the other boys run through the stage door to grab their instruments. Gareth yells back towards Eddie, his body hanging halfway out of the door frame “Just come out on your mark.” Eddie gives him a thumbs up putting his earpiece in as you grab the burgundy lipstick shade he handpicked for tonight. “Was going for the ‘Rocky Horror” look.” he snickers as you apply the dark color to his plump lips. You bite your lip in response trying to remain focused on your task and now his eyes stare directly into yours. As you’re turning to set the lipstick tube down and pick up the vile of fake blood your focus is completely drained as you feel his hands on your waist, this time even tighter than the last.

“Why’d you go all shy on me now, doll?” his voice low, knowing exactly what he was doing as you turned to him dabbing droplets of the red blood down his lips and chin. “I’m just- uh, focused.” you spill out as his hands meet the sides of your cheeks, leaning in closer. He stays still for a moment, your breaths mixing before he lightly grazes his lips against yours. As he pulls away you’re pulled like a magnet following his motions, desperately seeking more of his touch. “Uh uh, careful now doll. Don’t wanna smudge anything, remember?” he utters smugly as some form of payback, dropping his grasp on you and walking towards the stage doors sending you a wink before fully exiting the room.

You take in a deep breath trying to suffocate the rosy flush given to you from the rush of the liquor and eddies mouth on yours. You grab your face powder and a fluffy brush from your bag to try and conceal the pink in your cheeks before stepping out to join the rest of the crowd. You take your cardigan off of your arms and drape it over the back of the dressing room couch and grab your bag to make your way to the bar before the show begins. The end of the hallway puts you out to a view of the most people you’ve ever seen in the room at once, forcing you to squeeze through the tightly enclosed rows of bodies, now desperate for another drink. Glancing between the gaps in the lines of people who all had the same idea as you, you spot a face you never would have thought you’d see in the crowd of a metal show. “‘Scuse me! sorry-“ you squeak out making your way over to give him a tap on the back.

“Hey! What are you doing out this late in a place like this?” you giggle sarcastically. His face is glazed over in confusion as he turns his head your way before lighting up brightly with shock. “Damn, you caught me.” he laughs off with his hands up. “I just came to see what all the fuss was about. You believe this shit? I’m paying a door fee to get into a show for the kid who used to wear fangs to school.” he scoffs and your lips immediately part with a chuckle. “Oh, just you wait Stevie. Just you wait…” you drag out knowing the trick Eddie, very literally had in his pocket. His face drops as your words hit his ears “Still?” he says almost disapointedly. “I’m not one to spoil surprises!” you say in Eddie’s defense.

The lights in the bar go low and the crowd reacts loudly. “What are you havin’? I’m buying.” Steve yells in your ear over the eruption in the crowd. “Vodka Redbull!” you reply loudly before he repeats your order to the bartender. Your head turns as you hear the loud banging of drums from the speakers on the stage signaling the beginning of the band’s set making your heart pound with every beat. You’ve never felt an energy quite like this from the crowds of one of his shows. As each of them makes their way through the clouds of smoke puddling onto the stage floor the voices roar with anticipation. You push your face in close to Steve’s neck so he can hear you. “I’m gonna head over, just come find me when our drinks are ready!” not wanting to miss a second of Eddie’s performance. Steve nods his head and mumbles a few words you can’t quite make out as the first song of the night starts kicking up.

You shove your way up closer to the stage just in time to see Eddie’s figure appear through the lights, brandishing his signature red crackled guitar. His ring-littered fingers grasp the mic as his eyes scan the sea of people before him. His face is low, submerged in his dark curls, “Hawkins, Indiana…” he whispers seductively with a lopsided smirk over his dark-painted lips, laughing away some of his nerves with the chanting screams. “You have no clue how happy it makes me to see you tonight.” his eyes spotting yours from across the room with a soft smile. The rest of the band playing out a slowly building melody behind him. His eyes still stare daggers directly into yours before blaring out the first chord of their opening song. Eddie thrashes his head as he begins to play, moving all of his hair out of his face to fully display his ghostly skin and sharp teeth to the crowd for the first time causing them to become even louder.

He moves slightly to face you as if the wild screams erupting were all for you, licking the edges of the sharp fangs as he spots you, still playing every chord seamlessly like his life depended on it. It wasn’t until this moment looking to the nearly sinful scene before you, that you noticed how worked up he had gotten you tonight. Watching his fingers flicking over the strings and the bouncing of his hair with every head bang, your knees fall weak. Drips of his sweat glowing under the stage lights bring you flashbacks of his body panting over top of yours. His loosely fitting, white button-up is just transparent enough to tease you with the outline of his waist as the lights beam from behind his stance.

Your mind is in a drought of all thoughts other than him until you feel the graze of an arm around you and realize you had completely forgotten about Steve coming to find you. “Sorry that took so long, fucking slammed tonight.” he loudly says, hovering over your side while handing you the mixed drink he had ordered. “You didn’t have to do all that, Steve.” you tilt your head back to face him. “It’s nothing, just wanted you to have a good time!” his hand moves down to the small of your back as you’re still facing him. You don’t think much of it, he’s probably just trying to keep his place in the ever-moving sea of fans.

Eddie on the other hand, quickly takes note of you and Steve’s proximity to one another and is far from fond of what’s happening before him. He seethes as he watches your attention being spent on Harrington in the middle of his show. It had brought out something in him he had never felt before. He starts moving more intensely around the stage, his chest burning with jealousy at the sight of his arm around you. His voice harshening every word he spits out into his mic, never dropping his sight on you. He can’t stand the way your head falls back with laughter at his bullshit jokes. How close his hands are to the skin he’s so desperate to feel against his again.

Another full song has gone by of Eddie attempting to stifle the pounding in his chest before he decides he’s had enough. You cup your hand around your mouth to shout in unison with the rest of the crowd, feeling Steve’s hand lift off of your hips to clap along. Eddie grabs a bottle off the lip of the stage taking a swig before gathering in a huddle with the rest of the band. “I don’t care if it’s not its spot on the setlist yet! We’re doing it now!” Eddie presses. “Just figure it out, alright?” he looks at each of them waiting for a nod of approval before he walks back to his mark.

“How we feelin’ tonight Hawkins?” Eddie says smugly, huffing into the mic. He leans down setting his guitar down on the stand beside him on the stage before reaching down his chest, painfully slowly un-buttoning his shirt before sliding it down his arms and throwing it into the crowd. Gaining applause and high-pitched whistles at his newly exposed glistening flesh. Locking his eyes with yours in a cold glare as he stands back up. It doesn’t take long for you to realize he’s putting this whole act on in spite of you being there with Steve. The two of them never got along well. He was everything Eddie wasn’t, and the epitome of everything he wanted to be. Guys like him always took everything he wanted, and he wasn’t letting it happen again.

Eddie had it engraved into his brain that Steve Harrington has been in love with you for years, no amount of convincing evidence would make him come to any other conclusion. You and Steve had almost nothing in common, it even took a while for Robin to get you around to the idea that the town’s popular rich kid wasn’t the dickhead everyone made him out to be. She at points had even teased you about Steve showing up at your front door in twenty years with a wedding ring in hand on one knee, begging for your affection. You pushed it off as a dig at Steve’s very questionable dating history and nothing more. You can’t help but think maybe you were in the wrong with the heat of his hand on your hip and the burning in Eddie’s eyes.

He pulls his guitar strap back over his head, tuning the knobs before moving back to the mic. “I’ve uh- I’ve never played this one live before.” he chuckles, stepping back for a second to take in the screaming filling the room. “It’s a cover actually so uh, don’t boo too hard if I play like shit.” he huffs out. The sound of a bell ringing interrupts the silence of his speech as he moves his mic stand to be perfectly in line with you in Steve’s arms. “This is ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’!” he spits gutturally over the roars of screams. His lips curl into a dark smirk as his tongue runs over his teeth. Every muscle in his toned body flexes as he thrashes backward, his messy sweat-drenched curls sticking to the length of his neck. His chest faces the ceiling as he holds his bent stance, his guitar resting on his hip bones as he shreds out the riff you have ingrained into your head.

Your breath hitches with the first sound of the bells hitting your ears and you are brought back to Eddies promise of playing this song tonight. Him half half-naked in his boxers in his bed smoking a cigarette before sealing his promise with a kiss. You’ve never once seen Eddie perform with this kind of confidence radiating off of him. The almost envious rage he had painted on his face as he moved provocatively made your stomach twist. Your brain can’t keep up with the rush of emotions from the unfair looks Eddie sends your way whenever his eyes peek at you through his long locks. His blatant jealousy wasn’t something you could handle with the amount of alcohol flowing through you.

He falls to his knees with the end of his solo, his mouth agape panting for everyone to see him reflected in a way you had him countless times. His chest heaves heavily up and down as he raises his instrument over his head, flicking his pick one last time letting the note screech out as long as possible. He makes sure he grabs a glance from your eyes once more before tossing his guitar pick to a girl a few rows before you, a tradition he typically would’ve saved for you at the end of his songs. His lips are curled with his tongue in his cheek as he watches their reactions, shooting her a wink. You watch as she bounces with excitement from the encounter, squealing with her friends with a look of disbelief. A similar look you display back to Eddie with a scrunched face. His nostrils are flared with a devilish grin as he looks at you harshly mouthing “Two can play at that game.”, a smile appears on his face before quickly dropping as the lights go down causing an eruption of applause once again, everyone else in the room oblivious to his stunt.

Your stomach drops completely as hot tears of anger well in the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t believe Eddie had the nerve to feel jealous after he practically ripped your heart out to go off and be famous, and you were pathetic enough to reciprocate his emotion. You scoot your way quickly past Steve as he reaches out for you grasping onto your bicep. “Where ya goin’? he mutters in confusion with a sad look. “I uh- just need some fresh air.” you spill out quickly. You keep up your pace before shuffling between people’s shoulders. “Hey! Wait up.” you hear him say muffled by the hundreds of other voices around you reacting to the music. Your heart cracks deeper with every step you make, the echoing of Eddie’s voice off of the walls adding insult to injury. He knew what he was doing, carelessly eager to It takes everything in you to make it through the front entrance without letting the droplets framing your waterline spill over.

༺ the end.

chapter IV: ‘all this time’

coming: tonight!

a/n: thank you so much if you’ve made it this far! i decided to split this chapter up into a fun little double feature!! plz let me know your thoughts <3 enjoyyyy

[bookshelf-dust]

So I have this one thing on my mind for so long now and finally decided to request it (only if you want to of course)

Reader is like a complete alt girl, metalhead, nerdy etc and part of the hellfire club. She and Eddie (or Gareth, I can't decide I love them both) are like super close, but more like teasing each other all the time, can't let go of each other and too afraid to confess their feelings for each other. She's there everytime they play at the hideout and this time, she's super late and Eddie/Gareth wants to pick her up. Her brother opens the door and the boy goes to her room only to find her maniacally cleaning her room and desperately looking for a great outfit, dancing and singing to Abba with her whole soul, she doesn't even notice the guy standing in the doorframe. But then, to her absolute surprise, he chimes in.

Have a nice day!

Sending lots of hugs. 💓

honey honey

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1,563

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you so much for your request. i decided to go with eddie—and i really hope that’s okay—because i haven’t written for him very much lately. this is a really sweet idea!! and i’m really sorry that it took me a while to get this done. school’s been kicking my ass lately. thanks for sticking around. i hope you enjoy this!! <333

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“So when are you gonna say something to her?” Mike’s voice comes from over Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie turns his head, hair whipping around with the motion. “What are you talking about, man?”

Mike rolls his eyes. “I mean the fact that you’re practically on the floor every-time you see her. It’s gross.”

Eddie stops where he’s been walking in the hallway, boots screeching on the floor. “Michael, if you don’t shut the hell up, I’m replacing you.”

“What?” Mike exclaims, “You don’t even have anyone to replace me with.”

Eddie sighs, and then gives the boy his most condescending smile. “Are you underestimating me, Wheeler?”

Mike looks at Dustin, and then at Lucas, both of whom coincidentally look around the hall like the posters tacked up on the walls are the most interesting things in the world.

“N-no. I-I’m not, I just—”

Eddie nods, never taking his eyes off of the younger boy.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

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The parking lot is full of muddy puddles and leaves from the stormy weather over the weekend. Eddie spots you where you stand shoving things into your car.

The boy creeps up behind you before he goes in for the kill, lunging for your waist.

You feel arms around your middle and know who it is before you see him. Eddie squeezes you right and lifts you just enough so that your feet leave the ground.

When he sets you down, you turn on him. You backhand him in the stomach. He groans and hunches over exaggeratedly. “I should kick your ass for that, Munson. Tell Wayne you’re harassing me.”

Eddie gasps. “Tell Wayne? What kind of tattle-tailing is this?”

You smile at him and Eddie wills away the blush that threatens to spread across his cheeks. He can tell it doesn’t work with the way your eyes sparkle.

“At least he’s nice to me,” you say, shutting your car door behind you, keys in hand. He’s postponing your going home, but you can’t exactly bring yourself to mind.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” Eddie remarks.

“Well you haven’t kicked me out of your cult yet, so that’s something.”

This time it’s Eddie who smiles at you. It’s a gorgeous grin, one that makes his entire face light up.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you after the show last night,” you start. “I forgot that I had that essay due, and I needed to—”

“And you needed to finish it.” Eddie’s laughs. “Yeah, Gareth told me. It’s okay.”

He reaches for the hem of your sweater, playing with the crocheted fabric. His pinky grazes the top of your thigh and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

His fingers find the pocket towards the bottom of your cardigan, and the button pinned there.

“This the one Robin found for you?” He asks, patting the smooth finish so that the safety pin on the back clinks. The button has Cliff Burton on it.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I do,” he assures you. “Very metal.”

You grin. “Wish I had a James one, too, though.” Eddie snorts.

That’s supposed to be a hint, you think. They have the same damn haircut, after all. You’re a simple woman.

You’re not sure if he takes it, so you move on.

“Well, I wanted to tell you how good you did. And I know I say that every show, but last night especially. All of you seemed to be having a lot of fun up there.”

Eddie lets go of your sweater, taking your hand in his instead, palm facing upwards. He starts to trace the lines and creases in your skin with the tip of his finger.

“It was fun, yeah.” Eddie avoids your eyes. You find that he seems to get shy when he’s being complimented or talking about things he’s proud of. “It was all songs we’ve practiced forever and don’t really have to think about when we play, you know? It felt natural.”

He presses his thumb into the center of your palm and you both look up at the same time.

“‘M proud of you, Eddie.”

The boy snorts. He thinks about how he wants to kiss you. He wonders if you feel the same.

Eddie settles for pressing his forehead to yours for a few seconds. He lets your hand go.

“See you later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say.

Eddie kisses you on the cheek. His lips are warm and their presence lingers on your skin long after he’s turned to walk to his van, a mess of frizzy curls and jingling chains.

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Eddie sounds a little worried when you pick up the phone. “Sweetheart? You okay over there?”

“Yeah, Ed, I’m fine. What’s wrong?” You’re oblivious it seems.

“You were supposed to come over? So I could take you with me to the show?”

It’s been a week. You don’t have any essays this time around, so you’ll be good to see him after too. That is if you even make it at all.

Eddie hears shuffling on your side Your eyes widen as you look at the clock on your nightstand.

“Shit!” You shout, making Eddie wince at the pitch of your voice.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie!” You continue. “I lost track of time, digging through my closet and I—oh my god, let me find my keys and I’ll be on the way—”

“Y/N.”

You stop rambling. Eddie’s using that tone that makes you stop in your tracks, no matter what it is that you’re doing. It’s gentle, calm even, but you can hear the smirk in his voice. It makes you feel warm all over.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll just come pick you up,” he says. “It’s not a big deal. You finish whatever it is that you’re up to, okay?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Eddie laughs and you can picture the way he’s probably tossed his head back, the way his nose is scrunching.

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Your younger brother opens the door after it’s been insistently knocked upon. He sweeps his arm out, letting your friend inside.

“Why, thank you, my liege,” Eddie says, already making his way to where he knows your room is.

Your brother has no idea what that means.

You, on the other hand, have your music up so loud that you have no idea Eddie’s even there yet. You have half an outfit on: your good jeans and your pajama shirt. You’d put the music on thinking it would help you find something to wear. It’s done nothing of the sort.

“I’d heard about you before,” you sing, settled in an ever growing pile of clothes.

“I wanted to know some more…”

You find a shirt, and pull it on, victorious. “Honey honey, let me feel it, a-ha, honey honey.”

You don’t even hear Eddie knock on your door, but you do see him when he comes in, and it scares the shit out of you, even if you are mid "honey honey."

“Fuck, Eddie! Why!” You hold a hand to your chest.

“You’re music’s so damn loud!”

“You don’t have any room to talk,” you say, lowering the volume.

“This is what you do when I’m not around? Listen to ABBA? What will your Jamie-waymie think?” Eddie’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He’s so pleased with himself.

"Fuck you, Munson. ABBA is good shit."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that, okay?" Eddie eyes the mess that has become your room. "Why the avalanche, may I ask?"

You roll your eyes. "I was trying to find something to wear to your show, shithead."

"Rude to say that to someone giving you a ride." He crosses his arms and sits down on your bed, though he has to stop and yank a pair of jeans out from under his ass first.

"Go ahead, don't let me stop your rave."

You fight the urge to say something smart and look for a pair of socks. You spend a few moments looking for a matching set, and then settle on the floor to put your shoes on.

You're halfway through lacing one of them when you hear it.

The song has changed by now, but either way it isn't you singing this time.

"I used to think I was sensible..."

"It makes the truth even more incomprehensible."

Eddie's voice. You spin.

"What was that?" You ask the boy.

His lips tick up at the corners. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You aggressively finish lacing your other shoe. "Don't bullshit me, man! You were singing along to this! Is that what you do when I'm not around? Listen to ABBA?"

Eddie reaches for your hands to pull you up from the floor. "I can't listen to ABBA for you?" His voice has softened, and he sweeps lint from your shoulder.

"For moi?" You ask incredulously.

"Yeah, you fucker. You started listening to Judas Priest for me, did you not? I think I can deal with a little ABBA. I might even like it."

You smack a kiss on Eddie's cheek, and he goes bright red.

"That's just not fair," he says, chuckling.

"I think it's totally fair." You think about when he kissed yours the other day in the parking lot.

Fair enough that Eddie even lets you listen to two whole ABBA songs on the way to The Hideout.

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[fizzing-imagines]

Hellfire After Hours | Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Alt! Reader

Notes: I've tried uploading this 20 times now until I realized that tumblr won't let me post until I delete the entire smut scene. So here y'all have the censored version (u can dm me for the smut scene lol). Please note that reader is female in this and don't be hard on me, this is my first time writing smut. Big thank you to @billyssillywilly for helping me out. Enjoy!

Bad End: Here

Good End: Here

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing and sexual innuendos

Word Count: 2.5k-ish

Billy wasn't supposed to look twice when you passed by him. You hung out with the freaks, blasted Black Sabbath when pulling into the parking lot, wore dark makeup and ripped clothes. In addition, you had a few extra pounds to you. There was nothing he should be attracted to, but yet he was. He couldn't stop imagining your blood red lips wrapped around his dick, and grabbing your plushy hips while slamming into you. He wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes even further while making you tell him what you do with your freak-friend Gareth Emerson every other day after school. And he hated you for it. He despised you more than anyone else in the school for something that was entirely his fault. And he has tried everything to get you down. Billy has called you a cow, fatso, lard-ass, you name it, he said it to you. But last time, when he called you a quarter pounder, all you said was "At least I get pounded." and it made his dick twitch. And he hated Gareth for getting what he wanted so desperately, but what he hated more was that Gareth not only didn't care what he had to say but also that you protected him. That freak wasn't even your boyfriend, for fuck sake.

Billy Hargrove hated you like nothing else in Hawkins High.

"He's starring again.", Gareth mumbled to you at lunch. The two of you were seated at your table, waiting for your other friends to join. "Who?", you asked with a half-full mouth of mac and cheese. "Hargrove.", your friend-with-benefits replied. All you did was shrug your shoulders and put another fork full of your food in your mouth. "Let him. What is he gonna do, tell me to eat less food?" The last three words were spoken in a mocking tone. Gareth chuckled at your words and looked back at his food, but not before sneaking a glance at your boobs that were practically squeezing out of your Coroded Coffin tube top. You didn't comment since you couldn't blame him. One thing you were confident in is your looks - and you knew that Billy has been thirsting after you. Did you hate him? Yes, absolutely, but knowing that he secretly wanted to bang you was hilarious and such a treat. Speaking of the devil:

"Hey fattie.", Billy called over before standing next to you. "You ain't gonna loose weight if you keep eating junk like a pig." All you did was giggle at his words before replying: "Are you sure you want me to loose weight? My tits would be so much smaller, and I know how much you love starring at them." Billy was flabbergasted for a good second before scoffing and turning heel to walk away, but not before calling you a cow. "You know, I think you'll eventually regret talking to him like that.", Gareth said before eating a fork full of salad. "Oh really? What is the big manbaby gonna do?" You laughed and continued eating.

Just like your friends, you were in the Hellfire Club. Eddie had another campaign, a really good one, but your sorcerer died in a kamikaze attack to save Gareth the Great just an hour into the game. It frustrated you that you had to sit there for two more hours without doing anything, even though you loved listening to how Eddie led his campaign. The party and the campaign were finished after three hours total, leaving you as the next dungeon master for the following two sessions. As always, you volunteered to clean up after everyone so you left last. What you didn't expect was the basketball team to finish at the same time today. They were always done long before Hellfire finished up, so you saw them loading their cars as you walked out of the school. You threw your D&D books in your trunk while hearing the remaining cars driving away. Just as you thought you were alone while slamming your trunk shut, someone stood next to you. "What do you want?", you asked in a condescending tone while putting your school bag into the passenger seat. "You got a real big mouth, you know that?" He fumbled a cigarette out while talking - and he looked pissed. "You know, for someone who will always be a single imbecile. You should be nice, at least if you have to be fat." You scoffed at his words while leaning against your car. Any other day than today you would've made a passing comment, get behind the wheel and drive away. But now, after having your character be killed at the beginning of the campaign, being yelled at by your gym teacher and now Billy saying this you've had it. "You know, you're gonna be one of those husbands who yells at his wife to make him a sandwich and get divorced three times." He glared at you, even though he provoked you. "And your kids won't talk to you. They'll let you rot away in a nursing home while you wonder why nobody loves you." He got closer and looked down on you, probably hoping to intimidate you. It didn't work. "You'll never get the pleasure of a wife who will make you lunch for work and homemade cookies for desert. There is nothing but sadness, Billy." He blew the smoke from his cigarette in your face and pit it out on the roof of your car. "What are you gonna do, huh? Punch me? Do it. Fucking do it, you pussy." You didn't care anymore, the words were spit from your mouth, right at his face. You were fed up with him and his bullshit. But Billy, who cares too much, grabbed you by your jaw and pushed your back against your own car. Admittedly, you were a bit scared now but in some sick way...it made you horny. He looked beyond pissed, a storm was brewing in his eyes, his jaw clenched and nostrils widened. And you couldn't think of anything more attractive. "I hate you, so much.", he hissed out. "How can you not be miserable, looking the way you do." It wasn't a question towards you. More so, he asked himself how you can be happy while he had to suffer by himself. Billy felt how a lump formed in his throat, but he knew he couldn't cry. Not in public, and especially not in front of you.

What you didn't know was that Neil shoved Billy into his bookshelf this morning. He shoved him so hard that the bookshelf almost fell on top of him and his back was bruised. But he couldn't cry - he had to get Max and him to school. All day, it kept building up. His team lost in gym class, he failed math and had to explain that to Neil now, he got detention and now you read him like a book. Everything build up, and it became too much. He needed a way to let it out. That way was you.

"Dude, it's okay to cry.", you told him with a raised eyebrow. "Just do that shit in your car. I'm not your therapist." Billy let you push him off of you easily, giving you the chance to get in your car and drive off.

After that incident, Billy left you alone for two weeks. Even when his friends wanted to tease you, he just told them that you're not worth it and walked away. Gareth, knowing you enough, noticed it at the beginning of week two. "What's with Hargrove?", he asked you while giving you his desert cookie. With a grin, you took it from him while saying: "What's supposed to be with him?" Gareth looked past your head to see Billy eating at the popular kids table without starting a conversation. Only a short glance at you sometimes. "Keeps looking at you, but hasn't said anything in, what, a week?" You smirked at Gareth, winked at him and asked: "Jealous?", which was followed by your other friends at the table, aka Corroded Coffin, making gagging noises. "No seriously, what is it with him?", Gareth kept pushing. You haven't told any of them what had happened with Billy, you didn't want to tell nor have them know. But now that Gareth noticed, they won't stop asking until you told them what had happened. So you told them, whispered everything you could remember to them just quietly enough for nobody to overhear, conveniently leaving out the part where his anger turned you on. Jeff sat open-mouthed without saying a word, Gareth and his best friend started talking about how much of an asshole he is while Eddie sat and watched the other react. "It's not a big deal, seriously.", you reassured them while unpacking your cookie. "His ego is bruised, so what? Big deal." The four guys shared a look while you took a bite of your cookie. What were they on about now? "What?", you asked with a mouth full of food. "Nothing, jeez.", Gareth said before starting to eat his own food again. Eddie changed the topic to D&D after a while, saying he was excited to finish your own campaign later today.

The rest of the day went by fast, but not only for you. Billy couldn't get you out of his mind ever since he pinned you against your car. He was angry at first, not wanting to admit his attraction to you and still asking himself, why you? Then his anger directed itself at your friend, fucking Gareth Emerson, who got anything he wanted from you. At the same time fear got the best of him, because what if Gareth got to you first? What if he took what he thought was his, even though you didn't even pay attention to him when he didn't try to provoke you. And he was convinced that he only wanted to fuck you, but when he thought of you being with Gareth, kissing him, holding his hand or going to some stupid prom with him it made him furious. He didn't want that to happen. So then he got sad, because any chance he might have had with you was out of the window. Who would date someone that called them fat on a regular basis? And since when did he want to date anybody? Nothing made sense to him anymore, so he decided to get to his senses after your D&D session. He patiently waited in front of the theatre room, where your club held it's sessions and listened to you leading the campaign through the door. Your voice was filled with nothing but happiness and excitement as you spoke, and your laugh sounded heavenly to him. His heart started beating faster as he heard the party celebrate their victory and pack up their things. Once again, you volunteered to clean up their leftover cans, snacks and put the figurines away. All four other party members let out a disapproving scoff as they saw Billy leaning against the wall next to the door but he just ignored them and glared at Gareth before going in.

Your back was turned as you sorted the little figurines to each member of Hellfire. You made all of them put their initials on the bottom of each figure that belonged to them after switching figurines up regularly. Eddie started calling you mom after that in a joking manner, even though you were a year younger than him. Not even the door shutting concerned you since you thought it were the boys leaving. Only when you heard a familiar voice say "Quite the view." you turned around to see Billy standing in the room. "What do you want?", you asked him in an annoyed tone. Hellfire Club was the only place where he left you alone, and you wanted to keep it that way. "Look, I'm not here to fight, okay? Just wanna talk." He came closer to you and placed a hand on each side of the table next to you, cornering you once more. "You can do that while respecting my personal space.", you said to him while pressing your back into the table. "You'd run off if I did.", he said. "Listen, (Y/N), I have something to tell you." You can't remember a scenario where he called you by your first name. "The times I was mean to you-" You interrupted him. "You bullied me. Or tried to." Billy just nodded once before continuing "Yeah, bullied you, I guess." What a good start, he thought. "I was...trying to get you to hate me-" You interrupted him once more. "I kind of do, actually." He sighted at your interruption. "Let me finish, please.", he said while trying to hold back his annoyed tone. You simply nodded and let him continue. "I was trying to get you to hate me, because I didn't want to admit to the fact that I like you." He waited for you reaction, but all you did was grin and giggle. "Oh, I know you like me Billy.", you said. "You made it very obvious." There was silence between you two before you spoke again. "I'll let you get in my pants if you promise to be a good boy afterwards." Billy grinned at you, lifted you up the table and started kissing you.

The next hour was a blur. All you could remember was how good you felt, that you moaned his name over and over again and begged him for more. "You okay?", Billy asked you while picking up his and your clothes. "Can't feel my legs..", you mumbled in a tired tone. He chuckled, helped you to sit up on the table and got you dressed. "Let me drive you home.", he said while pulling your shirt over your head. "Are your parents home or anyone I need to make an excuse for?" He lifted your legs up to get your thong back on you. "No, they're in Austin for some business conference. Big sister moved to Tampa years ago, just me and my pet frog." Billy helped you get up from the table, you stood on shaky legs as you looked around the room. "Need to sort the figurines again.", you mumbled as you walked over to the table like a baby deer. "Let me help you, sweetheart." Billy picked up the figurines and dice that were scattered on the ground. "There's the boys initials on the bottom, just put them in piles." You were too distracted with not collapsing due to your legs giving out that you didn't noticed how Billy snagged one of Gareths figurines.

After cleaning up, Billy drove you home. He got you into your room, helped you remove your makeup and get changed into your pyjamas. "Didn't you say that you liked me?", you asked as he tucked you in. "I did, yeah.", he replied with a smile. "Wanna stay the night?" Billy looked down on you. He saw you without your dark makeup for the first time, and you were still so beautiful to him. "If I can take you out after school.", he said while taking off his clothes. You thought about it for a bit before agreeing and he slipped into bed next to you. "Sleep well, sweetheart.", Billy whispered. He turned off your nightlight, gave you a kiss on your forehead and wrapped his arms around your body before both of you drifted off to sleep.

It's been a month since that incident. Billy held his promise and started taking you out every other day, didn't make comments in school anymore and told everyone who tried to to fuck off. First, you stopped having sex with Gareth after week one, then Eddie eventually caught you and Billy making out after school so you had to tell them that you have been seeing him behind their back. And it took them a while to cope with it, especially because this was Billy Hargrove dating a freak, but they accepted it when they saw that you were even happier than before. Billy officially asked you to be his girlfriend a few days ago, much to your friends dismay. "(Y/N), look at this.", Gareth said while looking at something in his locker next to you. His D&D figurine, the one of his character, was laying in his locker. "Told you it would turn up again.", you said to him with a grin. You never told any of the boys what happened that night on the table, and you assumed Billy stole the figure for whatever reason. "Maybe one of the theatre kids found it.", you added while going back to your locker. "Yeah, but it's been, what, three weeks? A month?", your friend continued. "Just be happy it's back." You picked out the books for your next class and put them in your bag, then fished out a plastic bag filled with cookies you and your father made last night. Billy has walked past your locker between every 4th and 5th period since he asked you to be his girlfriend, so you just waited for him to pass by. "See you later.", Gareth said to you while shutting his locker and walking off to his next class. "See ya.", you said while fixing your hair in the mirror you had in your locker. "Hey, sweetheart.", a familiar voice behind you said. The reflection of Billy was in your mirror, to what you turned around with a smile. "Hey there.", you said with a smile. The two of you shared a kiss before you handed him the bag. "I made this for you.", you proudly told him, still smiling. Billy took the ziplock bag from your hands, looked at the content inside it and smiled. "Thought I'd never have the pleasure of homemade cookies.", he said in a teasing tone.

"Well, you earned that pleasure."

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Hellfire After Hours BAD END | Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Alt! Reader

Note: I hope y'all eat angst for breakfast as much as I do. This is somewhat of a pt. 2 for Hellfire After hours, part one can be found here . Enjoy!!

Warnings: Mention of death, description of grieving

Word Count: 250-ish

You've felt numb when the police officer told you that Billy passed on the scene. You felt numb during his funeral, while cleaning out his room, while organising his things in your room. Every night, you prayed for him to come back, hoping he'd climb through your window like he did almost every day. And even though you weren't religious, you prayed to the lord above for Billy's return. It wasn't until Gareth made you sit down and talk with him that you bursted out into tears, crying, screaming, begging for Billy to come back. Your friend held you through it all, being there for every time you let your sadness out. Then, you got angry and screamed at everyone who even looked at you in the wrong direction. Eddie let you skip D&D for a while, even though it went against the rules of Hellfire, after you angrily stormed out when your sorcerer was hit during a campaign. Once you got over your anger, you started blaming yourself. You should've been there, help him, be there for him. He died on a cold floor, covered in his own blood and probably scared. If it weren't for your stupid anger you felt for him at that time, he would've been safe. At least that's what you told yourself. But you didn't have these thoughts for too long, because you locked yourself in your room and slept through the day. You stopped eating, stopped going to school, stopped meeting your friends. And you stayed in that state for weeks until Hellfire knocked down your door and made you join them for D&D. Slowly, you got your social life back, you went back to school, back to Hellfire and visited Billy at least once a week. You were with Max when you went to his grave for the first time since the funeral, and in some weird way it made you bond with her.

You were there for the group when Vecna came back, and you helped stabilise Eddie until he was able to be brought to the hospital. At least you could save him.

Shortly after, you graduated and found a job as a barkeeper at The Hideout. That way, you stayed close to your friends and saw them weekly. Even though you still loved Billy, and always would, you started dating Gareth a year after you graduated. It's how everyone always expected it to be, and you were happy and loved in some way. He was a great boyfriend, always caring and sweet to you, treated your heart carefully and was sensible. Gareth treated you how you deserve to be treated, so it was only fair to him for you to come clean. It wasn't that you didn't love Gareth, but you would always love Billy and that's what you told him. You didn't tell him that the love you felt for Billy was different than the love you felt for him, but because you couldn't pinpoint it you didn't say it. It was fine with him, he was understanding and your relationship went on. Eventually, you got married and had three kids together; a girl named Ozzy and two boys named Cliff and William.