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Eddie was never the same after seeing Steve in the scoops uniform

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CIRCLES || B.H

DESCRIPTION | You and your best friend visit the pool on a hot day in Hawkins. You weren’t expecting to see your ex-boyfriend, Billy working this Friday afternoon.

PAIRING | Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

WARNINGS | Light angst, spitting, oral (f & m receiving), degradation (slut, whore), slight daddy kink, making out, cursing, P and V sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, or else), marking, biting, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, some fluff, aftercare.

WORD COUNT | 1.72k

DISCLAIMER | THIS WORK IS NOT STOLEN I AM REDOING MY ACCOUNTS INSTEAD OF HAVING ONE MULTIFANDOM ACCOUNT!!!! THIS IS REPOSTED FROM ONE OF MY OWN ACCOUNTED

GIF by fan-ficwriter2000

You and Billy had been on and off for the last few months, but never like this. This felt for real. You had always been going in circles with billy, break up, fuck, get back together, repeat.

You had been moping around for weeks, when your friend Amanda finally drags you to the pull on a day you knew Billy wouldn't be working but, to your surprise Billy was working that Friday afternoon.

"Should we leave?" Amanda asked not wanting you to go back into the funk you had been in the past few weeks.

"No, just ignore him," you sighed leaning back in your chair.

You tried your best to ignore Billy but, you knew that you were still in love with him, and knew that you would always be. He may not have been the nicest but he was the one for you. You both knew it but that never stopped your emotional intimacy issues from getting in the way.

You caught yourself stealing glances at him every chance you got. He only started noticing this now. As he caught your eye he sent you a smirk. That damned smirk.

You immediately looked away vowing not to look again.

"y/n I see the way you keep looking over there..." your friend trailed off, "If you really miss him, go talk to him."

"You don't get it Mands, This break up is different."

"How so?" She questioned. You struggled to answer, you honestly didn't know hot this differed from the others but, you something felt off.

"It just is mands," You sighed looking down once again, "Maybe you were right, maybe we should just go."

You turned to look over at Billy once more, but this time he was already looking at you. You felt like you could melt just from the feeling of him looking up your body.

You returned the gaze, you saw him mouth, 'can we talk please?' as he made a begging motion with his hands. You sighed nodding. "I'll be make mands."

After Billy got Heather to take over life guarding, he made his way over to you.

"What Billy?" You asked standing infront of him.

"I miss you, babe," He said making a pouty face," Why cant we be us again?" He said as he ran his fingers along your arms.

Your breathe hitched feeling heat radiate from your car at the contact, "Billy.."

"I know you miss me," He said whispering your ear leaving a kiss on your neck just below.

"Billy.." You started before he pulled away, interrupting you," Tell me you miss me and I'm yours."

"I miss you Billy," you sighed watching as he smirked.

"Stay til my shift is over?" He asked smiling down at you.

You nodded smiling as you made your way back to your chair.

"Where'd you go?" Mands asked, "You still wanna leave?"

"No, I'm going to stay til closed.." you said not making eye contact with her.

"You sneaky little thing," She said shaking her head," You were with Billy weren't you?"

You sighed and found yourself nodding, once again.

"Well then, I have to be home for dinner, you sure you'll be okay here til closing?"

"Yes, Mands, thanks"

You stayed tanning in the chair until the sun went down. Once Billy finished his closing duties, he came over to you. Sitting beside you on the chair.

"When did you get this?" He asked as he traced the small tattoo that was located on your hip just below your swim suit bottems.

"A few days ago.. I needed a change."

He nodded, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," You smiled putting a your shirt back on, taking his hand.

You both made your way to his car. As he drove back your apartment, he placed his hand on your thigh, slowly inching it up, once it reached the line of your bathing suit bottoms you realized the growing wetness pooling between yours legs.

"Billy.." you whispered as his fingers slowly dipped below the cloth covering your core.

"God Baby," He groaned, "Your so fucking wet."

He brought his hand out pulling over the car. "Come here baby," He said patting his lap. You kneeled over, straddling his lap. His lips connecting with yours. You were in pure bliss at the feeling of his lips trailing down from yours marking your neck.

"Take this off for me, yeah" Billy said, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You nodded removing the shirt.

His lips quickly connected with your skin once again. His hands grasped your tits. "God babe, you have such a good rack." You moaned at his words.

"Billy- please!" you needed more the friction of his growing bulge pressing against your core was to much.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want you to touch me," You whispered throwing your head back at the feeling of his lips on continuing their attack on your neck.

"You want me to touch you like the slut, you are?" He asked looking at you like you were something he was going to destroy.

You nodded at his words. His hand slowly traveled down from your tits, to your aching core, His hand dipped below the fabric. He spread the pool of wetness around your clit, rubbing soft circles around the sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck!" you moaned as your hands immediately lacing into his hair. yanking at the roots. He loved the feeling much more than he would admit.

His fingers slipped between your folds and into your throbbing pussy. The feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, lead you to the feeling of preassure building up inside you.

"Fuck, Billy more," You moaned as you began to grind against his fingers.

"Your such a slut, y/n" He laughed at the neediness. "Thats it baby, keep fucking yourself against my fingers like the needy little whore you are."

You were trembling at the amount of pleasure building inside you.

"Oh Billy," You moaned as the pleasure finally released. Your walls tightened around his fingers.

"Fuck y/n, such a good girl for me," He smirked, placing a kiss to his lips.

"Let's finish this back at your place," He smirked, knowing that you wanted him right here and now.

"Billlyy, please baby."

He shook his head smirking, as he moved you back into the spot next to him.

You knew two could play this game. As Billy began to drive home, you placed a hand over his bulge jerking it threw his shorts.

"Y/n..." He warned, looking over at you.

"what?" You asked innocently.

You began to tug the shorts and underwear that were covering his bulge down just enough for his dick to spring up against his stomach. Your hand immediately working it.

"fuck," Billy moaned at the feeling of you working his dick.

"Eyes on the road baby," You smiled innocently as you moved your head towards his aching cock. Your lips meeting the tip leaving a delicate kiss before sucking harshly.

You continued to suck at the tip before pushing your head down, towards the base of his cock. Your eyes watered as the tip hit the back of your throat over and over again.

You felt the car come to a stop as Billy pulled your head up from his cock.

"Your such a whore," He smirked at you.

You made your way into your apartment Billy following close behind. Once you were in your bedroom he didn't waste a second before connecting your lips.

Your bathing suit didn't leave much to the imagination but, Billy tore them off anyway.

"I wanna taste you so, bad baby," He whispered against your lips.

When you felt his warm breathe against your lips you were immediately turned on.

He pushed you onto the bed, kneeling at the edge.

His tongue finding your clit without a second to spare. His arms held your legs down, as he continued to lick at your clit.

He continued licking at your clit, the pleasure nearly unbearable.

"Fuck daddy- please!" you moaned at the continuous pleasure.

He stopped after hearing what you said, "what did you just say?" He questioned.

"Billy-" You too just realized what you had said, you had talked about the pet name before but this was the first time you had used it.

"You little slut." He smirked, hovering over you, "You want me to make you a mommy?" He questioned leaning down to mark your neck once again.

He didn't give you the chance to say anything before he plunged his cock deep inside of you.

"fuck- billy" You moaned out as your hands clawed at his back. He was pounding into you harder than ever before.

"Since you wanna be a slut, I'm gonna fuck you like one," He said moving his hand to rub your clit as his cock continuously rubbed against your g-spot.

"Isn't that right baby? You wanna be my little slut," He said forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"mhmmm," you said, at the pleasure building up inside you.

"cum for me slut," Billy demanded as he rubbed at your clit faster.

You obliged at the command as you came unraveled around him. He continued to fuck you as you rode out your high.

He continued to fuck you until he cam inside you, "fuck." He threw his head back continuing to plunge into you riding out his high.

He pulled out laying beside you, "God, baby I missed you." He said placing a delicate kiss to your lips.

"I missed you too," you smiled.

"Let me clean you up," He said, running to the bathroom to get a damp cloth.

He came back wiping you bottom half, before getting you a shirt and panties to change into. He slipped back on his underwear and returned next to you into the bed.

You snuggled into him laying against his chest. "Billy.." you said as you ran your fingers along his chest, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry I broke up with you," you said looking up at him, "I let my anxiety get to me," you sighed continuing to trace shapes along his chest.

"Baby, I promise, you're the one for me," He said kissing your forehead and pulling you closer.

[jadedlavendergemini]

A Name is a Name

In which you and Eddie have yet to find the right name for your daughter.

It’s an early, quiet morning in Hawkins. The Sun just barely peeking out between the forest trees of the trailer park. The television is turned on low for back ground noise as you rest on the couch, your newborn snoozing in your arms.

You had spent time with your little bundle of joy since four thirty this morning trying to get her to fall back to sleep, not wanting to wake Eddie who was as cozy as possible in your shared bed.

You look down at your baby girl. Her little tuff of hair was closer to your own waves, but her eyes, she definitely had Eddie’s eyes. Something you found yourself entranced by every-time she cooed and looked into your own.

You were brought out of your trance by the smell of coffee wafting nearby. You turn your head slightly and see your metal head boyfriend holding out the familiar Garfield mug to you.

“Morning, beautiful.” He says, as you shift to lay the sleeping infant against your chest with one hand and used the other to except the mug.

“Thank you,” you say, the smell of caffeine instantly keeping you awake.

He moves to sit next you, placing his arm around your shoulders. “You know, I told you to wake me up when she’s up. I hate you doing all work, sweetheart.”

“I don’t mind.” You reply, taking a sip from your mug. “The campaign ran longer than usual last night, I thought you could use the rest.”

“Sweetheart, you carried her for nine months and had to push her out. The least I can do help with her diapers and put her back to bed.” He says, placing his mug down. He gestures for you to hand her over.

You set your own mug down before gently lifting her into his arms. She moves and whines before settling back down against his chest, pacifier comforting her once more.

You could help but smile at the two, your heart melting instantly. Eddie noticed and grinned back.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You replied. “You two just look so sweet.”

“Well, she’s got most of your looks so no doubt she’ll be the most beautiful kid in Hawkins.”

“I’m sure she will, but only because she has your eyes.”

“The eyes you couldn’t resist.”

“Yep, your eyes were whole part of your seduction technique.”

Eddie just cracks a smile and gives you a wink, making you giggle.

“You know it’s been a little over a week now and this beautiful child still doesn’t have a name.” He reminds you.

You sigh, placing your hand to your temple. “I know, I know. I just haven’t heard one that fits her.”

“Well let’s go over the list.”

“Eddie, I am sorry but we are not naming our child Stevie. I don’t want Harrington to think we named her after him. And Rebecca just doesn’t sound it.”

“Okay, well how about Samantha? Or Josie?”

“Josie? Absolutely not. And Samantha? Nope.”

“Well she can’t be nameless forever, sweetheart.”

“I know but nothing fits.” You had struggled during the pregnancy to find a name and eventually given up. You were hoping once she arrived it was come instantly, but now it just seemed harder.

It falls quiet and your eyes wander to the television which was playing Grease. You watched as Sandy began singing ‘Hopelessly devoted to you’. You hummed the song quietly, it had always been your favorite song from the film.

As you hummed the song softly, you stopped abruptly and looked closer at the screen. Specifically at Sandy.

“Olivia,” you say.

Eddie looks to you. “Olivia?”

“Olivia Munson?” You try out loud.

He looks down at the snoozing baby and rubs her back softly. “Olivia Munson. That sounds perfect.”

You move to scoot closer to the pair and run a hand gently to rub her soft growing hair. “Little Olivia Munson.”

As if she heard the name her self, the baby lightly coos as she snuggles closer to her father. Eddie let’s out a chuckle.

“I think she approves.” He moves gently to place a kiss on your temple.

[sunflowergirl522]

Bat Your Eyes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you got to Corroded Coffins show with Steve and Robin hoping to get the chance to see Eddie after so long without.

Word Count: 1705

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s dream has been to be a rockstar since he first picked up a guitar. You’ve known that since you’ve known him and you’ve always had nothing but support for him. So when the band finally got big you were so insanely happy and excited for him and even though it ended up meaning the two of you became distant and eventually stopped talking to each other you still had nothing but support to show for him.

So as soon as it was announced that Corroded Coffin was going to be playing in Indianapolis you immediately bought tickets and booked a hotel. You didn’t even ask Robin if she wanted to go with you until a week later even though you already got a second and third ticket. You knew she’d say yes and ask if Steve could come too. 

Steve drove all of you down the morning before the concert so you could check into the hotel and eat something before getting ready for it and leaving. Robin thought the two of you were ridiculous for wanting to get ready so early but then Steve started to take twenty minutes on just his hair. She had just dressed that morning in what she was going to wear which were just her regular clothes but with her jean jacket that has a Corroded Coffin patch on the back of it.

“So, do you guys think we’re gonna like actually see him tonight? Because that’ll be cool, we haven’t seen Eddie since the last time he visited Hawkins to see Wayne.” You really weren’t sure but nerves were racking your stomach at the thought of it.

You saw Eddie even less recently than Steve and Robin have. And the two of you have had a more complicated relationship than he had with the others. The two of you were constantly on and off dating or just being friends with benefits and you were on when he first left with the band. It broke your heart to break it off with him but he’d wanted this for so long and you wanted him to have the full experience with groupies and everything without having to worry about you. 

“I think we have a good chance.” Steve speaks, not looking away from where he’s fixing his hair in the mirror. “We’re getting there early enough that we should catch them as they’re heading inside.”

“Yeah, but aren’t there going to be like a million fans doing the same thing and trying to get their attention.”

“Yeah but we have Y/n and they don’t.” He points your way with his comb making you freeze where you’re finishing applying your makeup.

“What does that mean?”

“You just have to bat your eyes his way and he’ll be tripping over himself to get to you and in relation us.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You can’t stop the scoff that comes out of your mouth as you speak.

“Of course it is! Everyone knows about the two of your history and he’s always talking or asking about you when we see him.”

“He talks about me?” Robin either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to acknowledge it because she keeps talking.

“And look at you, you’re a total babe! Especially tonight. As long as he gets a glimpse of you he’ll be heading our way in no time.” You look down at your outfit. As you take in the skin tight faux leather miniskirt, ripped fishnets, and black lace corset top you have to admit Robin does sort of have a point. You’re still hung up on the fact that he talks about you still.

“Robins right, we’re definitely seeing Eddie tonight.” Steve finally finishes his hair and turns to take in your appearance as well. “Are we all ready to go?”

“We’ve been ready dingus, you took too long.”

You all got to the venue way too early but you weren’t the only ones with this idea there was still a small crowd when you arrived. But you were still able to get a spot in the front so you’d all be in Eddie’s line of sight when he got there. The three of you wait there for an hour and a half before the band's car pulls up for them to get out and the fans start pushing and screaming.

Preshow jitters were something Eddie was used to having, he still couldn’t completely believe that he was here and the band made it. But the fact that this show is the first one they’ve been able to play anywhere close to Hawkins has him a little extra jittery. Sure he’s entertained the idea of seeing his friends tonight, that they’d make the trip to see him. But he entertained the idea that you would be there even more, so much so that his hopes are up and if he doesn’t see you tonight he’ll be straight on his way to Hawkins after the show.

The rest of the guys have been teasing him about it nonstop. But he knows that they hope you show up as much as he does. They got so used to you being around for shows and practices that being on tour and making music without you feels like a part of the band isn’t there. 

Eddie loved you, he knows that, he’s known that for a while now. Since you broke it off with him before he left Hawkins and probably even before that. He understood why you did it but it broke his heart and he had a hard time for a while. He even stopped calling you so much because he couldn’t take hearing about flirty Hugh at the record store anymore. He missed you like crazy though always wishing you were around when he visited Wayne and then the gang. If you showed up tonight or not he was going to ask you to come with them the rest of the tour and get his girl back.

“Alright Eddie, what do you think, is she coming tonight?” Gareth asks right before the car stops. Other than Eddie he had been the closest with you. The fans' screams fill the car as Jeff opens the door to get out.

“I don’t know.” Gareth offers him a nod before following Jeff out of the car.

You aren’t screaming or jumping around the way everyone else in the crowd is. At least not until you see Gareth start getting closer to your spot, then you start yelling his name and waving your arms. Gareth was basically family to you, his own taking you in and giving you a place to stay when your mom and dad would leave you alone for weeks at a time. Even when you were old enough to watch over yourself you found yourself on their doorstep. Their home became yours at some point and you still go visit his parents every weekend.

As soon as he spots you a huge grin takes over his face and he starts ignoring everyone else around him to get to you.

“Y/n! You came!”

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” The fans who had been trying to get his attention turn away when Eddie finally gets out, wanting his instead. “How have all of you guys been?” Your eyes are on Eddie as he signs some things for fans.

“Good, we miss you. He misses you. Will you stick around after the show so the other guys can see you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ll see you then, enjoy the show!” Gareth squeezes your shoulder before turning and making his way to the door while Steve leans over to whisper in your ear.

“Here he comes, don’t forget to bat your eyes.” You laugh and shove him a little bit and Robin screams his name.

“Eddie! Over here!” Eddie hears Robin's voice screaming and smiles to himself in the middle of signing a picture. What causes his head to shoot up to look in the direction of his friends is the sound of your laughter. It’s a sound that he’d be able to recognize anywhere even though he hasn’t heard it in a while. He nearly stumbles when he spots you smiling because you’re smiling at him. He makes his way over to the three of you as quickly as he can without ignoring every fan on the way.

“Hey guys, Y/n.” He smiles at you as he comes to a stop.

“Hey Eds.” You grab the marker you made Steve bring from his pocket before handing it out to Eddie. “Wanna sign my tits for old times sake?” 

Back when the band was still just playing at the hideout Eddie used to practice how he would sign things. He’d sign pieces of paper, magazines, a photo or two that you would give him for you to keep when they blew up. And then during one of the times the two of you were dating you decided he should start practicing signing tits, so he would practice on yours.

“For you Princess? Anything.” He takes the marker from your hands and ducks down writing ‘Property of Eddie Munson’ on them. Robin and Steve look at each other mouths agape because they did not know you had this planned. “Meet me backstage after the show for old times sake?”

“Course, Gareth already asked me to stick around afterwards.”

“Seal it with a kiss?” You nod at his words, biting your bottom lip. Eddie lets out a quiet groan as he snakes his hand around the back of your neck and brings your face to his own. He makes it a point to tell you and all the fans watching the interaction that you’re still his girl through the kiss. “See you later Sweetheart.” And then he runs into the building knowing the guys are waiting for him inside.

“See, what did I tell you? You batted your eyes and now we’re seeing him backstage to catch up.”

“Steve, I think Eddie wants to do a little more than catch up with our girl here.” You’d laugh at that if you still weren’t so breathless from the kiss. 

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[3amcloudss]

Because he’s in love with both

[loomiseater]

Oh my gosh😩😩😩

[theshortstack]

Nothing like thinking you relate to a character than finding a different character and relating to them even more

[williamprattz]

hmmmm

[sky-neverending]

So, you guys remember this post? I finally wrote part two. It'll be up on Ao3 in a bit, but y'all get it first.

There was a moment of silence across the line, one that lasted far too long for Eddie to stay out of his own head. Before he could think, he was speaking, a question that was on the tip of his tongue finding its way out 

“You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?” He said, heartbeat speeding up when there was no response right away. 

“No.” Replied Steve after a painfully long ten seconds, but his tone didn’t seem genuine. There was pain behind them, a heavy weight weighing down the word. 

Eddie sighed, wrapping the phone cord around his finger. “Steve.” He said slowly, hoping he wouldn’t regret his next words, no matter how truthful they were. “You have every right to still be mad at me. I screwed up, and you don’t have to apologize to me if you don’t mean it. I’d rather you tell the truth.”

More silence filled Eddie's ears. He waited, clutching the phone close in case Steve did decide to talk. 

Finally, there was a response. 

“I don’t want to lose you.” Steve croaked out, the words giving away the fact that he was now crying. Eddie froze, unsure of what to do.

“You wouldn’t lose me.” He said, listening to the heavy sobs getting louder and louder. 

“Can-“ Steve started, but his voice broke as he stumbled his way through uneven breaths. “Can you come over?”

Eddie didn’t wait another second to respond. “On my way.” Was all he said before slamming the phone down and hightailing his way out the door and toward his van. 

He managed to get to Steve’s in ten minutes tops. The door was unlocked when he got there, so he pulled it open and looked around, trying to see if Steve was anywhere among the darkness. 

“Steve?” He called out, flicking on a lamp. “Stevie! Are you here?”

A small sniff drifted down the stairs and Eddie looked up to see Steve sitting on the top of them, arms curled around his knees. His hair was rumpled on his head, no effort put into making it look decent. He was a mess, as far as Eddie would tell. Even the faint yellow gleam of the lamplight gave that away. 

“Steve.” Eddie said, softer this time. He made his way to the stair, resting a hand on the railing as his foot fell on the bottom step. “Can I come up?”

There wasn’t a response, only the faint echoes of empty sobs. But Steve nodded, ever so slightly, just enough for Eddie to see the movement in the shadows his body casted down the stairwell. So he walked up, taking the stairs slowly. Head titled down, shoulders relaxed, knees slightly bent. Like he was approaching a skittish puppy, one he didn’t want to startle. 

He finally made it to the top and crouched, positioning himself next to Steve so the tips of his knees touched the other boy's thigh. He reached a hand out to lay it on Steve's shoulder, earning a subtle flinch. 

Eddie inhaled. “Are you okay?” He asked, already sure he knew the answer. Steve looked up at him before he spoke, his voice trembling and faint, like he was scared that what he would say would ruin everything. 

“No.”

Settling onto the wooden floor, Eddie let Steve's head fall on his shoulder. “That's okay, Stevie. That’s perfectly okay.” He reassured. 

Steve pulled back. “No it’s not.” His voice was louder now, but no less broken than before. “It’s not okay. I’m being dramatic. I shouldn’t have gotten upset like that. I’m sorry.” 

Eddie froze, confusion and anger filling him. Why was Steve apologizing? He didn’t do anything wrong. He had every right to be mad, to not want to see Eddie ever again. There was no reason he should be the one saying sorry.

And then Eddie thought back to the past few months. To the time Dustin broke a plate and Steve immediately excused it, scrambling to clean it up. To the time Robin ran into his hip, into his scar, and Steve said it was fine, apologized for getting in the way. But they all saw him wince when he thought no one was looking. To all the times someone was insensitive or rude without thinking and Steve was the one covering the damage, laughing it off at his own expense.

Every time someone wronged him, he was the one apologizing. Every time conflict arose, he pushed it down and plastered on a smile. 

“Steve?” Eddie questioned, word leaving his mouth before he could stop himself. “You do know you're allowed to be angry at people, right?”

Steve looked at him. “Yeah, of course I know that.” He said with a scoff, holding himself together. 

“Then how come you always sacrifice your own feelings to avoid conflict?” 

Heavy silence circled the room. Steve continued to stare at him, eyes blinking slowly as he tried to hold back the tears. Eddie sighed, taking Steve's hand in his own and gazing at him sternly yet softly all the same. 

“You can talk to me, you know. Stop hiding for once.” 

The silence stayed, only growing louder. But when Eddie was about to pull away, about to give up and just leave Steve be, he spoke.

“It’s easier to forgive and forget than it is to confront someone and risk losing them.” He said faintly. “I’m so tired of being alone. I’m not going to risk what I have because someone makes a mistake. I’d rather push my own feelings aside to avoid hurting someone else's.”

Eddie squeezed Steve's hand tighter. “You have absolutely every right to be angry with me. I messed up. Big time. And I don’t deserve forgiveness right away. Hell, I’d be fine if you never forgave me. But you’d never lose me. Not unless you told me to leave. I’d stay right here for as long as you’d let me.” 

Steve let out a long sigh. “I am. I’m angry with you.” He said. Eddie nodded.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked, bracing himself for the answer he assumed was coming. But Steve simply shook his head a firm no.

“I want you to stay. I’m angry at what you did, but I could never ask you to leave. I need you right now. Please, stay?” 

Nodding, Eddie smiled lightly. “It’s late.” He said, tugging in Steve's hand as he stood. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

He pulled Steve up with him and guided him to his bedroom, letting them both tumble onto the mattress. Steve pulled him closer, staring up at the dark ceiling. 

“Tomorrow.” He said, taking a shaky breath. “Tomorrow, can we talk about it? And maybe try again at this whole relationship thing?”

Eddie ran a hand lightly down his arm. “Of course. We can talk, and if you need time, I’ll give it to you. Just know I’m here when, and if, you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” Steve muttered, eyes fluttering closed as he let the darkness consume him for the night. 

“Good.” Eddie repeated. And he too let himself drift off to sleep. 

[estelle-speaks]

Thinking about how jealous Mike would be if Will and Gareth started dating.

Like he’d be so confused as to why his stomach twists when he sees Gareth run up behind Will and grab him by the waist and kiss his cheek softly. He’d wonder why his heart aches as he watches Will casually fiddle with Gareth’s rings as the party discusses the next campaign. He’d hate the anger he felt in his gut when Will turned up to school in one of Gareth’s flannels with a hickey on his neck. He’d be so pissed when he’d call Will to ask him to hang out only for Will to say ‘sorry, I said I’d hang out with Gareth today.’ Or worse, Gareth himself would answer the phone. Mike liked Gareth, he thought he was cool before he started dating Will, so he didn’t get why now when he saw him he felt himself fill with anger and be unable to have a conversation with the guy.

The party are all hanging out at Mike’s one day, and Mike can’t stop glaring at Will and Gareth as they lay over each other laughing at something secret. Steve sees Mike's scowl and knows exactly what’s going on. He’s done that scowl, he’s felt that scowl on himself. He pats Mike’s shoulder and asks him to help him with some drinks. Mike sighs as he follows Steve up the steps into the kitchen. “So, Will then, eh?” Steve teases as he grabs a coke from the fridge. “Wh-what the hell are you on about” stuttered Mike. “I’m not an idiot, kid. I know what that glare you’ve been giving Will and Gareth means. You like him.” He smiled, hoping to reassure Mike and be his cool queer mentor. Mike slammed the fridge and turned back to Steve, “No, you don’t know shit.” Spluttered Mike as he headed out of the kitchen toward the basement, before turning to the bathroom, leaving Steve stood lost in the kitchen. Mike stood in front of the mirror with his heart pounding in his chest and eyes welling up because Steve does know. Hell, Steve knows more about Mike's feelings than Mike does.

[valtoon]

"I have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching

That I'll never love a boy the way I love the ocean"

To Love a Boy - Maya Hawke

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[mynameis-noe-body]

Masterlist

For those wondering: I closed the previous mynameis-noe-body blog and opened a new one, to make it a main blog and have free access to dm.

First of all, rules. This is a list of my works, and I will rate them accordingly to Ao3 guidelines. This means they may be explicit and so, strictly +18.

I will write for the following fandoms and more (find more in others).

I will not write underage. I am comfortable with a certain amount of angst and/or violence but it's still up to me to decide what I am okay with.

I will not write for The Marauders fandom, since I do not appreciate those characters.

Requests are closed for the moment. And thank you for reading.

▪️Wizarding World

Shot through the heart

Professor Severus Snape × Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: Licorice Hatch has traveled the world, fulfilling her dream of becoming one of the most famous writers and reporters in the Wizarding World. Now, she is coming back. Merlin only knows the turmoil she has caused in the heart of her dark, splendid professor. And at the very thought — eager to hold her in his arms again — Severus can't help but relive their whole story, from the very beginning, when it all started with a Wilbur Smith's book and... a two-month detention!

The Old Mill at the Hogsmeade's Eastern Forest

Post-Second Wizarding War Severus Snape × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (multiple chapters)

Summary: A year and a half after the end of the war, Severus still hasn't managed to leave Britain. No one knows of his survival, and for months he enjoys a life of silence, solitude and well-deserved peace. Everything would be absolutely perfect, were it not for you, sitting on his empty tombstone everyday to bring condolences and read some poetry. When it's said that curiosity killed the cat...

▪️Adam Driver Fandom

How to (not) kill a stranger

Kylo Ren × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: He glances at you. "A young lady like you shouldn't travel alone, on a night like this." You want to roll your eyes and send him to hell, but he was kind to help you and you don't want any more trouble. "I couldn't really stay in Aberdeen. I knew my old Corolla wouldn't hold up for long, not in this weather, but I wanted to at least get to the Motel for the night." He nods, raises the temperature of the car and you thank him again. He doesn't acknowledge your words. But he smirks. "Aren't you afraid you just crossed your path with a murderer?" You grin. "What are the odds that we are both murderers?"

▪️Stranger Things

Catch me if you can, Chief!

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

This Friday night

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: All alone on a Friday night, after a long week of college classes, you just want to eat some ice cream and watch a movie. You didn't expect Jim to pay you visit — but god, if it isn't a nice surprise. OR — you and Jim (your father's best friend) get intimate on your parents' couch.

“Nothing to say, hm?”

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You let Billy flirt with you a little... that might not be a good idea. Jim will find a very passionate way of showing his jealousy.

Sunday morning: pancakes and...

Chief Jim Hopper x you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You make Jim breakfast and decide to wake him up with your hands and mouth.

▪️John Wick Fandom

🖤 Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont 🖤

I am your slave

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You and Vincent play the jealousy game at a public evening gala of the High Table. You end up revelieng almost all of your feelings to each other.

Safe in his arms

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Vincent, who has fallen in love with you and made you his beautiful wife, has never really told you about his true life of crime and murder. What will you do the first time you catch him red handed?

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You're the Marquis' favorite tailor — and you always act so innocent and pure it would just too much fun to ruin you (corruption kink).

🖤 John Wick 🖤

Origami

John Wick × reader (F/GN)

Rating: All

Status: Complete (one shot - drabble)

Summary: A casual encounter lead you and John to looking for each other, wishing to meet again.

▪️Others (open to write for: Alice in Wonderland, Joker(s), Johnny Depp fandom)

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtop (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsley

Fandom: Alice in Wonderland

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

🔹A list of k*nks without explanation

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Chief Jim Hopper

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Billy nodded, “I know it's not,” he said, taking a bite of his food. My eyebrows raised in question, “You know? How do you know?” I asked. He finished chewing his food, opened his beer, and took a long sip. “He told me.” That was his answer before going back to eating. “Care to elaborate?” He shrugged, swallowing what was in his mouth. “He kind of sobered up a little after you left. I decided to give his drunk ass a ride home instead of kicking his ass and catching a lawsuit. He mumbled the whole way there in between telling me where to go. Sobered up more and broke down when we got there and saw you actually left.”

I threw my hands up in the air. “What the fuck did he think I would do?! Stay there and take his shit?! Did he send you over here to talk to me and get me to go back to him?! What happened to the Billy Hargrove that didn't give a fuck about anyone else but himself? Hm? Where did he go? Since when you fucking care, Billy? Not like you to do bitch work!” I yelled. Billy put his chopsticks down, placed his hands on the counter, and leant forward. “Watch your fucking tone with me. I didn't come here because of him or for him. I came here…because…”

“Because why, Billy? Because you felt bad for me?” He rolled his eyes “No, I don't feel bad for you. If you want the truth…the truth is, I know what it's like. I know I'm not some Saint and I was a jackass in school. I took advantage of girls and used them for my own pleasure because I know I could. Stacy is the same way. She uses men to her advantage. She finds you threatening because you have something she never will…Eddie and the fame. That’s what she wants, she wants fame. She gets Eddie then she can have fame.”

Billy stepped closer to me and leaned his hip and arm on the counter. “Look, at one point I was jealous of Munson. Not only was he able to get out of this shitty town, but he always had a very pretty girl on his arm. I'd be lying if I said that I haven't thought about stealing you away from him. Hell, back in school I had that thought all the time. But I knew you would never give me the time of day or a chance. You're not the kind of girl I wanted to just sleep with and more onto the next. I also saw the way you looked at Munson. It only provided that to me more when I was you guys together on MTV and shit. You're in love with the dickhead…”

There was a knock on the door stopping anything more Billy wanted to say. I froze and looked towards the front door. Who could that be? Maybe It's Robin…I did run into her a few times since we've been back and this is a small town, I'm sure everyone heard about what happened. “You going to get that?” I looked at Billy and raised an eyebrow. “What?” I asked. “The door. Are you going to get the door?” I was caught in my head that I didn't realize the person had gone from knocking to ringing the doorbell non-stop. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm getting there,” I said. When I didn't move Billy let out a loud annoyed sigh and walked to the door. “Wait! What're you doing?”

I chased after him but wasn't fast enough. Billy pulled the door open to reveal a very drunk or high? Maybe both…Eddie. Eddie looked up as I pushed Billy to the side. “I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.” I looked over at him and watched him walk away. Eddie scoffed and my head snapped back to him. The shock of him here turned into slight anger. “What do you want?” I asked, blocking him from coming inside. He was swaying back and forth and I could smell the alcohol on him. He had deep dark circles under his eyes, which told me he hadn't been sleeping.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He slurred out, pointing a finger into the house. “What do you want, Edward?” His eyes snap down to look at me. “Well…I came over to apolo…apologize,” he hiccup. “But it looks like you have already moved on. Already fucking Hargrove! Can't say…say I didn't se–see that comin’!” I looked at him 8n disbelief. “Excuse me?! What the fuck is that supposed mean? You're the one going around fuck anything on two legs! You're the one that ruined this relationship. Not me! God, you're even drunk right now. I wouldn't even be surprised if you were also high, and with the way your eyes look I would say you are.”

Eddie scoffed, “You don't know shit! I ain't drunk or high!” I laughed at that. I mean I actually laughed out loud at that. “Have you looked in a fucking mirror?! You really thought you could come here and what? Apologize while your shit faced drunk?! You can't even stand up straight, Eddie! Besides, you made it very clear that you don't want me. I'm just a burden for you. I'm getting in your way of being famous! Now, get the fuck off my property!”

I pushed him, making him stumble back. I looked over to his van and froze. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt like I couldn't get a breath. Eddie followed my line of sight and cleared his throat. “That's not what it looks like.” I looked back at him and shook my head. “Leave. Now. I never want to talk to or see you ever again,” I whispered. I felt the tears burning the back of my eyes. “Babe…” I held my hand up to stop him. “Don't. You have no right to call me that. You've chosen who you want to be with. I cant–I can't fucking believe you.”

“What the fuck, man!” I felt Billy's hand on my shoulder. “Go back inside. I'll make sure they leave,” he said. “Fuck you! Get your hands off my girlfriend!” Eddie went to lunge forward but Billy put his hand out, pushing it against his chest. “You need to fucking leave me! What part of your fucked up brain told you it was a good idea to show up here with that fucking bitch? Huh?! Great job, man.”

I looked over at the van to see Stacy smirking at me. She crawled across ro the driver's side and yelled out the window. “Eddie, baby, come on!” We all looked over at her. She had a pouty smirk on her stupid ugly face. I saw nothing but red. I hadn't even realized that I was heading towards her or that I had ripped the door open until I was pulling her out of the van by her hair. “You fucking cunt! Let go of me!” I felt arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground, pulling me away from Stacy.

“That's enough! Stop! Damnit, yn, stop!” Billy yelled and threw me over his shoulder. “You might want to get you're little fuck toy out of her, Munson. Get your shit together while you're at it.” Billy didn't let go of me until we were back inside and he knew Eddie had left. I had lost all the fight at this point and just fell to the ground and cried.

[emryswisdom]

ive literally been staring at the same paragraph of my fic for like 20 minutes now someone send help

[raven-the-claw]

can we just take a moment to appreciate how season 3 is always the best season? season 3 of stranger things, season 3 of atla, season 3 of gilmore girls, season 3 of the dragon prince...💫season 3💫

[strangerthingsmademebi]

Wicked Game

~ Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader~

Summary: You and Chrissy have been dating for a few months but when senior prom comes around you know you can’t go together. So you came up with a plan that will allow you to spend the night with the love of your life even if that means having to see Jason Carver dance with your girl .

warnings: swearing, angst, a bit of fluff. It`s the 80`s so there hints to people being homophobic. Also sorry if the descriptions of senior prom are wrong, I'm not American and so i can only base it off of films. not proofread. 

Senior Prom. 1986

The one night a year that teachers didn`t give a fuck. But you did. And you had worked so hard to get here. Everyone had. It was the last big school event before graduation and you couldn't have been more ecstatic. You were one step closer to getting out of this hell hole called Hawkins. 

The theme this year was “Movie Magic” and you had spent weeks finding the perfect outfit. You were going as Sandy from Grease and to say you looked sexy would be an understatement. 

Even though you couldn`t spend the night with the girl of your dreams you still planned to make it memorable. You and your girlfriend Chrissy had devised a plan to allow you to go to prom together without drawing too much attention. 

Double date. 

You would each take a guy as your date and go as a party of four to prom. It wouldn't be suspicious because everyone assumed you were just close friends and so it wouldn't be surprise that you two would go to prom together. 

It was the perfect plan. Until it wasn`t. 

Chrissy was so beautiful in her pastel pink dress. She had gone as Baby from Dirty Dancing and it could not have been a better choice. You had to stop your self from running up and kissing her when you first saw her. 

Everything was going well. You were laughing and dancing and drinking punch like there was no tomorrow. That was until a slow song came on and you found yourself watching Chrissy across the dance floor while you danced with your “date”. Ben was nice but defiantly not your type. His breath smelled like onion and his hands were always sweaty but you guess what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. 

You were swaying from side to side and trying to listen to what he whatever nonsense he was rambling on about. But you couldn't take your eyes off her. Why was she laughing? Jason wasn`t funny he was the biggest ass you had ever met. He was the first to ask her so you had to put up with him for one night and one night only. 

Ugh!! He needed to move his hands away from her ass or you would do it for him. His arms around her. Staring at her with hearts in his eyes. A part of you pitied the boy. But the other part of you so desperately wanted to be in his place at that moment in time.

It was getting to much so you extricated yourself from Ben and muttered something about getting some punch.

That was how you found yourself standing by the punch bowl with a scowl.

Why did you agree to this? Would anyone really expect anything, I mean tones of girls went together as friends . We’re you really that paranoid that you were  missing out on spending your senior prom with the only person you ever want to be around?

Yep.

You were that scared but with good reason. You don’t know how people would react and you didn’t want to find out.

But looking at Chrissy. Your Chrissy. You couldn’t do it anymore. Your breathing started to quicken and your hand curled into a fist. You had to get out of there before you punched someone . Most likely Jason for how he was looking at your girl.

And so you found yourself outside the back of the school with your back pressed closely to the wall. You tried to catch your breath and tilted your head towards the star sprinkled sky. God. This was your senior prom and here you were. Alone and trying to fight off tears. 

A sound made your head whip towards the door and to your shock Chrissy appeared. Seeing your distraught state she immediately rushed towards you. 

“Y/N?, what wrong sweetheart?” 

You quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen and looked down. 

“Nothing. I`m just being stupid.” you murmured embarrassed to be caught.

“ Sweetie, Hey, Don`t say that. Please. Why are you out here all alone?” Chrissy spoke softly and with such love that you couldn't help but meet her eyes. 

“ I….. guess i got a little jealous” you answered quietly so she could only just hear what you said. 

“Jealous?” she stifled a little chuckle and reach out to touch your cheek. She gently brushed the apple of your cheek with her thumb while she gazed at you. God her eyes. they were so beautiful how can they even be real. How can they be in front of you and looking at you with such love and admiration while you tell her your stupid  insecurities. “Of what?” 

“You … and Jason.” You looked down in embarrassment but Chrissy used her pointer finger to tip your chin back up. She looked at you with such sincerity and something to say seriously? him ?.

“Oh baby.” She pulled you closer and her lips gently brushed against yours. She smelt and tasted like honey and if felt like you saw heaven (which you swear you saw every time you were with her).

 “ You know i only love you. He's just a beard as is Ben. I`d much rather spend tonight with you especially now that my feet are bruised from the amount of times he's stepped on them tonight.” She chuckled softly. You eyes widen upon hearing she's hurt even if it was an accident. She saw this and rubbed your arm to bring you back to what she was saying.

 “ I defiantly don't like him especially not like that.” She faked a gag which brought the first real smile of the night to your face. Chrissy smiled back and cupped your face with her hands. 

“I'm yours baby and your mine. Ben can piss off and Jason can go fuck himself for all i care. Your my person. Nothing is going to change that Y/N. Nothing!” 

Your shoulders relaxed at that and you pulled her into a passionate kiss which left you both breathless. How were you so lucky? 

“I love you Chrissy. And if Jason ever hurts you again i will end him! I don't care if it an accident no one hurts my girl.” Chrissy chuckled at your statement and hid her head in your neck. She's so warm and cute it made your heart melt. 

“How about we get out of here and go back your place?” Chrissy mumbled into your neck. The vibration sent tingles down your neck. 

“That sounds perfect baby.” You whispered against the crown of her head. Suddenly there was noise that came from the door into the school and stumbling out came Robin Buckley and a girl you could only assume was Vicky. Robin and you had grown close when everything with the upside down was happening. She was one of the only people who knew about you and more specifically you and Chrissy. You also knew about her crush and Vicky and so to see them like this sprouted a seed of hope in your chest that your friend might find the same happiness and love that you felt.  

The two girls were holding hands and giggling which abruptly stopped when all four of you made eye contact. An unspoken understanding settled over everyone.

 A laugh broke the silence and you turned to find Chrissy with a tightened face trying to hold in the rest of her laughs. Soon everyone was laughing loudly. As it died down Robin reached for Vicky's hand and pulled her away to find another hiding spot. As she walked past you held out you hand for Robin to discreetly high five you. 

You turned back to Chrissy and wiped away a tear of joy before holding her soft hand in yours. 

With grins on your faces you walked back to the parking lot but as you left neither of you noticed the flickering street lamp that illuminated your car...

authors note: dun dun dun..... i may do a part two if this does well but i hope you enjoyed this one-shot. side note - why is there such a limited number of Chrissy stories !!!! I may as well just write my own ahahaha.