#billy your freak is showing

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Billy always loved the stars. He loves connecting the stars and making patterns. Maybe it had to do with his always-moving hand or maybe because he had experience, but he graduated from inviting Stu over for a stargazing sleepover. He now carves the stars into Stu's skin, licking them up and sinking into them. He wants to be part of Stu's galaxy, wants to be a black hole that destroys him

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[doverstar]

reading your posts about your time watching doctor who reminded me of the first time i discovered doctor who, mainly, the eleventh doctor. i was going through such a tough time, and one day i just decided to watch doctor who to see what all of the fuss was about and started 'the eleventh hour.' it was pure magic to me. everyone has their doctor, and matt smith will always be mine. he was great! i loved how eccentric and warm he could be. i loved how he was just so sweet and kind to all of his companions, and i loved that undercurrent of darkness that was always bubbling under the surface of his character. matt smith was brilliant and i really, really wish they'd bring him back as the doctor in some way. i miss him so.

I so enjoy your blog and I was delighted to get this in my inbox. I loved reading this and picturing how you discovered the show; if anyone else wants to share their own DW experience with me, please take this as a sign! Commiserating over loving and missing the Doctor, feeling like he really is your friend (silly but true), is very cathartic to me. Nine was my first, and so was Rose. I didn't know anything about the show at all when I started in that basement bedroom, went in completely blind. I know what you mean by pure magic! I thought Christopher Eccleston would be the Doctor forever, and I was totally in love with him. I thought he was the reason everyone loved the show (I hadn't even seen Matt Smith's face yet, that's how in the dark I was at the time!). When he changed into David Tennant, I'll never forget how strong my feelings were. The revulsion and despair were huge. I was a lil teenager wrapped up in a zebra-patterned blanket downstairs, outraged that the 40-something with the big ears had transformed into hot young hair man. When Harriet Jones pleaded for the Doctor's help and Rose started crying in the kitchen, I was a mess. No television show that I can recall inspired in me such realistic emotions before Doctor Who, not like that! It took me so long to get used to Ten, and even now I still look at him and remember how hard it was to get used to him. Felt like someone had forced me to move homes or something. And when I finally got caught up to the show on live television, Matt Smith was finishing off his first season, and oh, he was so easy to love. Even as an adult now, his variation feels so safe. I love everything about him, the childish energy, the old man movement, the rhyming way he talks, and when he's angry, he reminds me of Eccleston. I'm like, That's him! That's the Doctor! I rewatch that era for Matt alone. When Clara looks at him regenerating and whispers "Please don't change," I cry every time. She's right. We were all saying it. Also reading your I miss him so totally made me stop and actually get emotional too - that says it all about the Doctor, about that time in my life (yours too, sounds like!) Eccleston to Smith. I miss him so.

[ssunspotted]

( I know I've said it before, but I'm so delighted to see a Brad D.ourif FC!)

[lokissweater]

DON’T HAVE TO GUESS

{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}

summary: yuta is the greatest boyfriend to ever grace this earth. one problem though? he refuses to touch you out of fear of making you uncomfortable or disrespecting you (no matter how bad he wants it). your pent up sexual frustration is at an all time high and you’re sick of him rejecting your advances, so you devise a plan to get him to crack.

content: MDNI. FILTHY SMUT, smut with plot, established relationship, afab!reader, pet names, references to alcohol and drinking, college party, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), dirty talk, FERAL YUTA, oral, creampie, yuta is down bad for you.

word count: 5.8k

author’s note: theming inspired by charli xcx ft. miss billie eilish’s song “guess” !! MWAH.

if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)

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yuta felt like an absolute freak.

ever since you both officially became a couple, he’s been the absolute happiest man alive and never ever goes a day without showering you with affection, kisses, and telling you how much he loves and adores you.

but behind that? yuta has a little secret.

and he is gnawing at the iron bars of his enclosure in absolute torture every time you do something, anything, that can get his little horn dog mind to imagine you in thirty five different positions on his bed crying out for him.

it doesn’t even have to be something you do that remotely resembles anything sexual, so on a day where you were sitting pretty beside him in the passenger seat of his car, the blood rushing to his dick at the sight of the seatbelt strap pushing in between your puffy boobs—

he knew it was bad.

yuta’s shamefully always thought about these things— even when you were both just on best friend status. but it’s harder now, much harder for him to behave because he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. he respects you so much and always treats you like pretty porcelain glass, delicately running his hands over your body and soft face when you share a kiss or an embrace.

so now whenever he feels his heart pounding against his chest, face boiling red, and the all too familiar feeling of the lower region of his pants maybe getting a little too tight because of you, he immediately removes himself from the situation to prevent from spazzing out.

the bad thing was— this happened practically every single day and nearly every other hour, to the point where it was blatantly obvious and you were completely and utterly confused as to why.

every time you stand up on your tippy toes to give him a sugary kiss, arms wrapped around his neck and yuta’s arms around your waist, the makeout doesn’t last for more than thirty seconds before he’s pulling apart from your lips with a smack!, walking away with his head down, hands tight at his sides, and with a lame excuse for his abrupt leave.

every time you accidentally drop something and bend over to retrieve it with yuta standing directly behind you— when you come back up and turn your head to face him, he’s already staring back at you with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin line and cheeks flushed pink. you’d ask then if he was okay, to which he would respond by a quick nod of the head and a dash out of the room to leave for a moment… again.

he did it so much to the point where he eventually avoided touching you all together, and you absolutely hated it. yuta’s always been affectionate with you, he’s never not touched you, and on a day where you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him on his bed, eager to show him a little loving and a smooch— you had just about had it when he placed his hands on your hips as you were trailing your mouth down his neck, physically pulling you off his lap and leaving the room— muttering about god knows what.

until you noticed.

you and yuta were seated on your living room couch watching a movie, the both of you dozing off gingerly as his head was resting against your shoulder, undoubtedly exhausted after a days worth of college classes and homework.

you went to place a sleepy hand on his upper thigh, about to tell him that you both should move upstairs to your room and sleep, but when your fingers accidentally grazed his crotch area, yuta shot up like a light and startled you awake— eyes blown wide and frantic.

“whatareyoudoing—”

“yu! my god—” you placed a hand over your heart, chest heaving. “i was just gonna tell you that we should go up to my room and sleep.”

yuta’s shoulders visibly dropped, and he closed his eyes momentarily before licking his lips, exhaling deeply.

“h-oh my god—“ he opened his eyes again after regulating his breathing and looked at you with worried eyes. “fuck i’m sorry baby… did i scare you?”

you gave him a little nod and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders then, kissing your cheek and the side of your head apologetically. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did that.”

but you did, and it was like a switch had gone off in your head, everything finally making sense.

every moment he would suddenly leave, or remove you from him when you tried anything, or every expression and reaction he made when you would wear something tight or short, all fell into place like a delicious puzzle piece.

so when he lead you to bed and cuddled you up innocently to sleep that night, you came up with a plan to test this theory.

you wanted yuta to crack.

unfortunately, your first attempt was a fail.

yuta had plans to take you out on a little summer picnic date by the beach, and when he arrived at your house and you texted him to come in and make himself at home in your room, you were absolutely giddy, fixing your dress and applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom.

you had slipped on a long, skin tight black spandex dress for the day— one that hugged every inch and crevice of your body like a vice, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran your fingers through your styled hair before leaving, practically skipping down the hall back to your room.

the minute you came in, yuta’s eyes flew open.

“hi baby!” you greeted sweetly, walking over to where he sat at the edge of your bed and leaned down, planting a soft kiss to his blushing cheek.

score.

“h-hi.”

“do you like it?” you asked eagerly, doing a little twirl for him and mentally making sure to pop your ass out a little more in his direction. “i bought it just yesterday!”

“i.. i do, baby.” he squeaked, voice hoarse and mind in a full blown fucking panic when you took his hands in yours and ushered him to stand.

but he remained stiff as a board, arms glued to his sides and hands in tight fists as he looked at you, face strained.

you playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands, guiding them towards you. “you can touch me, silly. here— feel the spandex-”

and you purposely dropped his hands to land right on your ass with a smack.

yuta immediately inhaled sharply through his nose and choked, his face dropping straight into the crook of your neck to hide his delirious expression. yuta was biting the inside of his cheek so unbelievably hard that he tasted metal, his eyes squeezing shut as nasty thoughts flashed through his mind like a forest fire.

holy shit holy shit holy shit—

“f..feels nice,” he muttered into your neck, and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your lips up to his ear.

“does it?”

you felt yuta giving in and slowly squeeze the plump of your ass, and he felt like an absolute fucking monster at the way he was feeling you up when in his eyes, you were just innocently showing him your pretty little long dress.

but just when you thought you had won, your smile wide with delight, he tore away from you and excused himself from the room with a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded and defeated.

on your second attempt, you refused to accept defeat and planned more diligently than before, his tiny mess up from last time motivating and proving to you that your plan could bear fruit.

this day was particularly scorching, one of the hottest days of the year as you and yuta decided to get ice cream after one of his lectures from a shop down the street, an attempt at cooling off and escaping the heat.

you were sitting on a cute bench under shade just outside the shop as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, nervous and wearing a low cut baby doll top that showed a little more boob than you originally intended, but due to the circumstance at hand… the more the merrier!

after a few minutes, the door to the shop chimed open and yuta stepped out— two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles delectably adorning the pair of soft serves in his hands. he carefully handed one to you and grinned.

“here baby.”

you took a cone from his offering hand gratefully and licked a little off it as he sat down.

“thank you!” you responded sweetly, and it made his heart skip a beat as you both sat there, enjoying the summer heat and each others gentle company.

without yuta noticing though, you had stopped licking your ice cream as he chatted to you about the things he had to do for the coming week, attentively listening to him as you patiently waited— the vanilla soft serve glistening under the heat and slowly melting, droplets oozing off the sides until one landed right on your tit.

score.

“oh!” you gasped, looking down and pouting, “i spilled someee.”

yuta quickly reached to the side and pulled out a napkin he had brought from the shop, extending it out towards you but faltering when you shook your head frantically.

“no! it’ll go to waste! and i can’t reach down and lick it off myself…” you huffed and looked at him with the cutest face he had ever seen you make… you smirking deviously on the inside. “can you lick it off for me, yu? please.”

you had said it so nonchalant, so casual like it was the easiest most normal thing in the world to do, but it had yuta’s body and mind freezing over as you scooted closer to him, waiting.

“h— huh?” he stammered, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, the sight of ice cream drooling down over them an image he wanted to tattoo behind his eyelids to look at forever— his cheeks bright pink.

“hurry! it’s gonna stain my top,” you whined, putting a hand on his shoulder as yuta let you tug him down, him ogling and literally gawking over your chest.

without another thought, yuta stuck his slick tongue out and slowly ran it over the top of your puffy tit just like you had asked him to, the angel on his shoulder screaming at him to stop as his tongue continued to trail up your chest and around your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.

the sound of your reaction broke him out of his trance and he flinched away from you, chest heaving and pupils blown out with the biggest pit of shame in his stomach, feeling like a fucking pervert.

but you, your shoulders evidently deflated in disappointment as you pressed your thighs together, trying to mend the buzzing ache between your legs as your mind thought over and over about what he did, something you didn’t expect at all, and something you wanted him to do again.

“let’s… let’s go for a walk, yeah?” yuta spoke quickly and gently to you, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and pulling you up off the bench, him confused as to why you had a frown on your face.

but for the third and final attempt, you were utterly and hopelessly desperate. every time you guys hung out, yuta was still the absolute sweetest and did everything he could to make you happy, yet he still just wouldn’t touch you, and it was driving you fucking crazy.

you were getting reckless at this point, your pent up sexual frustration sky rocketing with every passing day, but you were completely oblivious to the fact that yuta was dealing with the same form of torture.

except way, way worse.

it’s gotten to the point where just the sound of your sweet sugary voice over the speakers of his phone has him biting down on the edges of his pillow, arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body curled up into a pathetic ball of despair, his dick rock solid and his mind filled with thoughts that consisted of strictly just you.

so when you called him up and asked if he wanted to come with you to one of your girl friend’s parties, yuta knew he was one hundred percent fucked.

he wanted to keep respecting you. he wanted you to know how special you were to him and how serious he was about your relationship with him, and he sure as hell did not want you to feel uncomfortable because he was a horny piece of shit that didn’t know self control and wanted to have sex every five minutes.

except he was a horny piece of shit, has always been one over you, and yuta knew the second he saw you dolled up in your pretty little dress looking absolutely lethal, he was going to lose it.

and he did.

with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight hand over his mouth, he nodded and hummed out a series of “mhm’s” at everything you were saying as you finished up getting ready, his eyebrows pinched together in complete agony at the sight of you.

the pastel green glittery dress you had on was so criminally short that any inch of movement you made, the bottom of your ass cheeks would peak out from below the hem of your dress.

he slightly lowered his hand from his mouth. “baby?”

“yeah?” you responded softly and turned your body to face him, spritzing your vanilla coconut perfume over your frame.

“i-isn’t your dress— a little short?”

you put the perfume bottle down on your vanity desk and looked down, internally giddy that he noticed the length, your plan coming into fruition.

score.

“oh is it?” you tugged at the hem of your dress, scooting it back down. “does it look bad? i—”

“no no!” yuta’s hands shot out frantically as he shook his head. “you’re so so pretty baby, the most gorgeous little thing i’ve ever seen,” he took a few steps toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, being mindful of your perfectly styled hair that made him weak in the knees. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night and not enjoy yourself.”

your heart melted at his words and consideration as you smiled warmly, eyes sparkling up as you gave him a cute peck on the lips and hugged him back, “you’re so nice to me, yu.”

yuta snorted but looked down at you fondly. “that’s the bare minimum baby.”

“so.” you peeled away from him and walked over to the bed to pick up your purse, swinging the strap over your shoulder. “all i do is make you ham sandwiches after your soccer practices.”

yuta laughed loudly, “that’s all you do?”

“yup!”

he nudged your shoulder playfully with his, a grin on his face as he walked down the stairs with you and out the door to his car.

“brat.”

at the party, your plan was to be as devilish and flashy as possible, showing off every curve and angle of your body to your boyfriend in means of getting him to crack, and your ticket there was the length of your dress—

but more specifically?

what you had on underneath.

when you met up with the rest of your friend group that were all residing on the long lounge sofa in the living room like always, you grabbed yuta’s hand and led him over to join the rest of them. he politely greeted each and every one, keeping you close by the hip before you both settled down on the couch.

yuta wasn’t a big party person like you were, but he also didn’t particularly dislike them either. as long as you were there with him, he always ended up getting shit faced and having the time of his life with you and your friends, something that didn’t even happen when he went to parties with his own friends.

your closest girl friend that sat across from you at an angle turned her body, yelling over the music. “have you tried this?!”

she pointed to the red solo cup in her hand, and you shook your head.

“no! what is it?!”

“someone from the frat next door made a mix of malibu and pineapple rum! it’s really good here!-”

she reached over and offered her cup, and as soon as you stood to retrieve it, an idea popped into your head— eyes widening. without another thought, you moved over to stand right in front of yuta before fully and erotically bending and lunging over to reach for the cup.

he stopped breathing. he looked at the way your dress rode up literally half way up your ass and he stopped breathing.

it was so unbelievably high up that he saw the color of your underwear— a lacy black pair with little bows adorned over the sides like a present, slightly see through but enough to see the outline of your lower lips.

yuta clasped a tight hand over his mouth, but as soon as that happened he realized that whatever he was seeing, everybody else was seeing as well. including that stupid moron that had been staring at you since the moment you both got here.

in record time his trembling arms shot out and yuta grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it back down over your ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you back to sit on his lap.

you loved that he did that, but as you sipped the drink and chatted on with your friends, you were entirely unaware of the way yuta’s arms were gripped around your waist like a lock, his forehead resting on your back with his face hidden.

yuta felt like an absolute fucking freak again as the image of your puffy lower lips outlining your lacy panties flicked over and over and over again in his mind without a break. he felt so nasty, so shameful and so hard as he tried with all of his will power to calm his breathing and stop the bouncing of his right knee, eyes screwed tight.

holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck—

he needed you so badly, needed to slip that skimpy dress off of you and bury his face in between your legs, needed to slip his swollen dick out and grope your tits and pump his—

shut up shut up shut up—

at the feeling of his leg bouncing rapidly, you looked back and slightly turned yourself, confused at the sight of his hung head that was refusing to detach from your body and look at you properly.

you placed a gentle hand at the top of his head, the feeling of his silky black hair underneath your fingers. “yu?—”

his head snapped up straightaway, and your eyes widened as you took in the way his chest was heaving and his pupils were blown out, face completely red and his body practically shivering beneath you.

you frowned, “baby? are you okay?”

you shifted once more to assess him better, but his eyes only shot back down to your ass as he felt your dress rise up again.

such pretty bows…

yuta smashed his face in against your side, eyes screwed shut.

calm down calm down calm down—

it was almost completely dark in the frat house, colors of red and blue and green bouncing across the walls of the lower level as people drank and made havoc, your friends all caught up in their own inebriated worlds to realize what was happening between the both of you.

and at the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, you slowly smiled and finally understood— your hand coming up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the act simple and innocent, until you took his hand from your lap and agonizingly dragged it further up and up and up your thigh…

shit shit shit—

until you guided his shaking fingers to the patch of wet in between your parted thighs, the lace material up against the pads of his—

fuck it.

yuta pushed you off of his lap and stood, snatching your wrist tightly before tugging and dragging you away from the couch and through the mass of people on the dance floor.

“yuta!” you yelled over the music. “where are we going?”

you were so confused, and you worried that maybe you had pushed his buttons a little too far and that now he was upset, and judging by the way he didn’t even turn around or respond when you spoke to him, it looked like that might be the case.

you gnawed at your bottom lip in concern as he led you both up the stairs of the house— you focused on trying to keep your dress from riding completely up and him opening and closing several different doors before he found what he was looking for.

yuta dragged you in the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, his lips instantly latching onto your cheek, desperate wet open mouthed kisses dropping down to your neck and down to your chest as you gasped.

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—” he repeated like a chant, voice muffled by the way he was sucking on your neck like a little leech, his fingers looping themselves in the straps of your dress before pulling down and revealing your bare tits to him.

you were wholeheartedly gobsmacked at what he was doing and you were loving every single second of it, the way his wild eyes darted over your tits and his wet lips just about drooling over them.

“i’m gonna suck your tits,” his gaze shot back up to you, chest rising and falling. “okay baby?”

a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words, mentally cursing yourself for wanting this so bad but feeling bashful at the wrong freaking time.

you barely even nodded before he picked you up by the waist and set you down on the counter of the sink, his wet tongue darting across the plush of your breasts and pressing flat against your nipple, your breath hitching at the feeling.

yuta sucked and nipped feverishly at your nipples, getting them slick and slippery with his spit as he squeezed at your waist desperately, your pretty moans ringing through his ears making his bulge tighten and strain against the buckle of his belt.

he trailed his tongue back up to your neck and groped the fat of your ass with his hands, subconsciously rutting into your covered lips as he whined and groaned over the warmth of your pussy.

“i— i’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep going.” he puffed out, tone constricted as he looked at you with feral half lidded eyes.

you nodded quickly. “but i want you to, yu. inside me.”

yuta’s eyes blew wide open as he shook his head, and you felt the way his hands trembled while he gripped your hips.

“we— we can’t baby,” panting, he unwillingly pulled his bulge slightly apart from your warmth and looked at you sincerely. “i can’t do that to you—“

“do what?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side. “make love to me?”

“no— well, yes?” he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder and placed his hands at the edge of the counter to support his weight, groaning.

“i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you or— or not respecting you and i want you to know how serious i’m taking this relationship and—”

you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, your voice sweet and soft. “who said that? i don’t think that at all yu, and i know you’re serious about us.. i wouldn’t be sitting on this counter with my tits out if you weren’t.”

yuta laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“you don’t wanna fuck me?” you whispered lewdly.

“trust me i do—”

“you don’t wanna see what kind of panties i have on under?” you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “you don’t want to maybe guess the color of my underwear?”

“oh i don’t have to guess baby,” he shook his head and grinned. “i know.”

yuta buried his face in your hair and inhaled, “has this been your plan all along pretty? to be a little slut for me and show off what you got going on down there?” he snapped his bulge back on your pussy so roughly that you jolted up by the sheer force. “to get me to fuck you? hm?”

you didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond by the way he was running and groping his hands deliciously all over your body as he spoke nasty to you. all you could do was moan stupidly.

“lucky for you, i’m just as guilty.”

he pulled your straps back over your shoulders then while sliding you off the counter, tugging the hem of your dress down over your ass before opening the door and leading you by the hand outside.

yuta ran through the halls opening and closing doors again, the both of you laughing when you would find other people fucking or making out, until he finally found an open vacant room with a bed and slammed the door closed, locking it.

his lips smashed against yours without another moment wasted, you unzipping and pulling your dress up and over yourself as he yanked his shirt off and threw it fuck knows where.

pushing you down gently on the bed, yuta took a step back to admire your perfect perfect body, the way your tits bounced with every movement you made, and the way that god forsaken lacy black underwear made you look as he just stood there and stared.

you cowered a little under his gaze, legs closing and arms crossing over your chest. “what?”

he shook his head. “i love you… so much.”

you smiled bright then, pearly whites on display as you watched him reach down and fumble with his belt frantically, sliding it off and pushing his pants down before kicking them away and hovering over you until you were both entirely bare.

yuta pressed honeyed wet kisses all the way down your body and in between your legs, shoving his face to your clothed pussy and inhaling your sweet scent, moaning as he did so.

he was so freakishly hard as he licked a long stripe up, the fabric rough and wet under his tongue as you squirmed and whined, impatient and bratty.

“you taste so sweet, baby.” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your clit, his index finger running delicately and slowly over your meaty slimy folds.

“fuck—” you panted, carding your fingers through his hair. “more please—”

“more?” he hummed, watching at the way you shook and shivered with his every touch as he slobbered all over your pussy like a man starved.

it was so filthy, squelching and sloshes of his mean mouth bullying your clit as your fingers flew to grip the sheets beneath you.

“eek!” you squealed, your thighs closing tight around his head as he ate, his hands coming up to force them apart.

“let me eat.”

yuta gripped the fat of your plushy thighs as his sloppy tongue moved across your lips and pussy, coaxing your syrupy cunt to pulse and jump with each lick, a knot forming at the pit of your tummy.

“i— yu, i can’t—” you tried to run away from his mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”

but he only grabbed your hips and brought you back down roughly, his rolling tongue lapping up your juices before your entire body shook with erotic ecstasy, your thighs clamping shut as you squealed and creamed on his tongue.

“fuuuucckkk,” he dragged out, coming back up and sliding your absolutely drenched and ruined panties down your shaking legs, his mouth coated and shiny and covered in you.

yuta pumped his cock a few times, and that’s when you noticed just how big he was, packing a meaty punch that had your mouth watering and desperate.

you spread your legs again as he climbed over you, sliding his dick in between your messy sticky folds before lining his fat tip against your hole.

god, yuta’s body and dick were on fucking fire, his tip slowly nudging and slightly stretching you, a pathetic whine leaving his lips at the feeling of your perfect pussy that was entirely his to fuck, a dream he’s had and yearned over for what feels like an eternity.

“m’gonna put it in,” he choked, licking his lips as he tightly gripped your waist.

you eagerly nodded, spreading your legs even wider. “please, i want you to fill me up, yu.”

and with that, yuta slowly and deliciously stretched your little cunt open, his swollen dick pushing past your tight squeezing gummy walls until he bottomed out.

“f—fuck,” he swallowed thickly. “you gotta loosen up baby you’re milking me—”

your hands gripped at his arms for support as yuta gently pumped his cock, your pussy sucking him up like a yummy lollipop and trapping him inside. “i can’t yu…” you shook your head. “you’re too big—”

his glassy eyes darkened over at your words, and he picked up a brutal pace almost instantly.

“is this— hah— what you wanted?” he reached out and pinched your rosy cheek meanly, pounding into your puffy walls as you cried dumbly. “to fuck you dumb on my dick after teasing me like that downstairs? huh?”

your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans tumbling out of your throat as he fucked you like he hated you, your tits bouncing with every hit.

a series of pat pat pat’s bounced all over the walls as yuta buried his face into your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he shoved his dick inside of you over and over and over again.

“i can— hah— barely move you’re sucking me, baby.” yuta hiccuped, his eyes welling with feral tears.

it felt good, way too good and he could hardly handle it, his heart racing against his chest as he watched you make slutty faces that only fueled his erotic agony.

he fucked you full into the mattress, setting an animalistic pace as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.

“s—slow down, yu!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his tip hit your cervix without mercy, you on the verge of cumming and creaming all over his dick.

“no—” he shook his head and looked at you, your sweaty hot bodies sticking together. “m’sorry pretty i c—can’t—”

yuta hiccuped and whined and cried at the way your greedy pussy was milking him for all of his worth, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. the amount of times yuta fisted his cock to the thought of you like a pervert, just like this, spread out and pretty, didn’t even come close or compare to the real thing laying in front of him right now.

“m’gonna pull out, okay?” he muttered. “gonna cum—“

“nuh uh!” you whined, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist to keep him inside, your arms clutching his brooding shoulders. “i want you to dump it inside of me.”

“i— inside?!” he swallowed.

you nodded and smiled sweetly at him through your fucked out expression and puffy pouty lips, a sight he never ever wanted to forget in his life and keep the privilege of looking at every day, just for him.

yuta groaned again and shoved his face back into your neck, squishing your tits in his hands and holding on to them for dear life as you milked his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours and you whimpering at how deliciously rough he was.

“mm— fuck!” you squealed as you felt yuta’s hot ropey cum shoot up your walls, bucket loads of it filling you to the brim as you felt your own orgasm wash over you, his hand pressing down against your lower tummy as he hiccuped against your neck.

you both grabbed on to each other as you tried to come down from your highs, your skin sticky and hot as his steamy breath fanned over your ear shakily, the booming of music downstairs shaking the walls a little and the sounds of footsteps walking down the halls filling your ears.

yuta gently peeled himself from you and slowly, delicately— pulled his dick out, his pupils dilating at the sight of his milky cum oozing out of you sluggishly.

his dizzy eyes flickered over to your dazed and tired face, smiling softly. “are you okay baby?”

you closed your eyes as he leaned down and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, laughing a little. “yeah.”

“wait here—” he whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to what he assumed was the bathroom, retrieving a random towel.

coming back over, he tenderly spread your legs and cleaned you up, rubbing soothing circles into your ankles with his thumbs as he did so before plopping back down on the bed next to you, pulling you softly into his arms.

that was the first time you both had sex together, and as the fact registered into your head, you buried your face into his bare chest shyly.

“hm?” yuta looked down at you. “what, baby?”

“you’ve seen me naked now,” you muttered, voice faintly muffled.

he giggled lowly. “you’ve seen me naked now too.”

“your dick is big,” you leaned back a bit. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping that thing hostage from me.”

yuta choked at your blunt statement and shook his head. “i’ve always wanted this baby, believe me.” he kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your neck. “i just didn’t want to disrespect you pretty so i just didn’t know if you wanted it like i did.”

“but i do—”

he laughed again, “i know you do, now i do.”

you smiled sheepishly as yuta caressed your back with his fingertips lovingly, feeling like he was at the gates of heaven with you in his arms after having shared something so intimate like that for the first time, something he only lived in his sleepy dreams prior to this moment.

“i love you, yu.” you mumbled against his chest, and his heart absolutely melted as he captured your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.

oh how he loved you, and the sight of your gorgeous naked body next to him, your breathtaking unreal face looking at him and only him with those eyes—

was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

taglist <3: @turtlesaee @heretoreadfics

[lunch-munch]

current girlfriend | fluff ʚɞ

warnings: none summary: you had seen that TikTok trend where you referred to your partner as your "current gf/bf" and wanted to test it on Billie to see her reaction hehe

You adjusted your phone against the stack of books on your dresser, making sure the lighting hit just right. You'd been putting together this outfit for twenty minutes—a vintage band tee tucked into high-waisted jeans, layered with rings and your favorite chunky sneakers.

"Okay, let's do this," you murmured to yourself, hitting record.

"Hey guys! So I'm obsessed with this look today," you said, stepping back to show the full outfit. You did a little spin, grinning at the camera. "The tee is thrifted, obviously, and these jeans are actually Billie's but don't tell her I stole them again."

From the other room came a muffled "I can hear you!" followed by Billie's distinctive laugh.

"Billie! Come show them your fit!" You called out, still filming.

A few seconds later, Billie appeared in the doorway, wearing an oversized dark green t-shirt, paired with basketball shorts and some slippers, cause we like to be cozy around here. Herblack hair was in a messy bun, and she had that slightly sleepy look since she had been working on music all morning.

"Dude, I look like I just rolled out of bed," Billie said, shuffling over with her hands buried deep in her shorts pockets.

"You always look good, shut up," you replied, then turned back to the camera with a bright smile. "And this is what my current girlfriend is wearing today."

Billie's head snapped up so fast you were surprised she didn't get whiplash. "Current?" she raised her eyebrows, giving you a sceptical look. "Current girlfriend?"

You kept your expression neutral, continuing to film. "Yeah, I love how oversized everything is on her. Very comfy, very Billie."

"Yo, hold up." Billie stepped closer, that little crease appearing between her eyebrows, and she shook her head slightly before giving you a look. "What do you mean current girlfriend? Like, as opposed to what? Your former girlfriend? Your future girlfriend?"

"I mean, you're my girlfriend currently, aren't you?" you said innocently, fighting back a smile.

Billie tilted her head. "I—yeah, but why are you saying it like that? Current?" She pulled her hands out of her shorts pockets, gesturing vaguely. "That's weird, dude."

"How else would I say it?" you asked, keeping your voice casual while still filming.

"I don't know, just... your girlfriend? Like normal? Seriously, what's with the 'current' thing? That sounds like I'm temporary or something." Billie said whilst continuing to study your face.

"It's fine," you said, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "Just showing off our fits."

Billie studied your face for another moment, then shrugged. "Okay, whatever. But yeah, I look like I just rolled out of bed compared to you." She gestured at your put-together outfit. "You always make me look like a slob."

"You look perfect," you said, and the genuine affection in her voice made Billie's cheeks pink slightly.

"Shut up," Billie mumbled, but she was smiling now. "Are you done filming? I want a smoothie."

"Alright, now me and my current girlfriend are going to make some smoothies" you repeated to the camera, fighting to keep your expression neutral.

Billie's eyebrows shot up. "Okay, now you're definitely being weird." She crossed her arms, studying your face intently. "Why do you keep saying it like that? Current, current, current—it's freaking me out a little."

Your mouth started twitching, fighting back a smile as you watched Billie get more worked up.

"Wait, are you laughing?" Billie stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "Babe, why are you trying not to laugh right now?"

"I'm not—" you pressed your lips together, but a small giggle escaped.

"Oh my god, you are!" Billie threw her hands up. "What is happening? Did I miss something? Why is this funny?"

That broke you completely. You doubled over laughing, phone shaking in your hands. "Your face! Oh my god, Billie!"

"What about my face?!" Billie looked genuinely bewildered now. "Bro, you're freaking me out. What did I do?"

"It's a prank," you managed between laughs. "It's this TikTok thing where you call your partner your 'current' boyfriend or girlfriend and film their reaction."

Billie stared at you for a solid three seconds. "Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious," you said, finally catching your breath and stopping the recording.

"Dude." Billie ran both hands through her hair. "I was genuinely trying to figure out if I fucked up somehow. You're evil."

"But you love me anyway," you grinned.

"Unfortunately," Billie said, but she was smiling too. "Now you owe me a smoothie for emotional trauma."

AN: okay so I guess this is my debut haha

[wonderjanga]

Marvel Being Destructive

Marvel’s destructive. It’s not even on purpose too. It just happens. He can’t control it. For the most part, that is. Like, he’ll get startled and pull a Castiel from that one episode of Supernatural.

Marvel: *trying to steal some food for Billy*

Flash: “Cap, buddy!”

Marvel: *startles and the lightbulb above them just bursts*

*loud silence*

Flash: “Cap, whose leftovers are those?”

Marvel: *slowly turns around to look at Flash, sure enough, Marvel’s holding a container or Tupperware, with a sticky note that said GL* “Uh… mine?”

Flash: “I can see that they’re Hal’s.”

Marvel: *takes off the sticky note and crumples it in his hand. Then proceeds to fry it with lightning* “What’re you talking about?”

Flash: *a little speechless*

Marvel: “Right… So I’m gonna go. See you, Flash.” *little wave as he walks off*

Billy felt really bad about it, but the kid needed it more than Hal at the moment. Probably. Look, he was running low on money at the moment and hadn’t eaten in a couple days. The hunger pangs were getting to him. He did end up making a bunch of food for Hal in an attempt to apologize.

GL: “Woah, what’s all this?”

Marvel: *in full lightning bolt apron* “Uh… Remember how you were complaining last week about how someone stole your food?”

GL: “Yeah?”

Marvel: “Right, well that was me.”

GL: *dramatic gasp* “I vented to you about that! And you just took it like you were innocent?!”

Marvel: “I know, I know, and I’m sorry. Just eat all the food I made for you. Please?”

GL: *looks to the freaking feast Marvel made for him* “Yeah, okay. I forgive you.” *starts chowing down* “By the way, why’d you steal my foot anyways? I thought you didn’t need to eat.”

Marvel: “I just really needed it at the time.”

GL: “Why?”

Marvel: “Just eat the food, Hal.”

Then, there’s the fact that Billy sometimes forgets he isn’t as small as he usually is. Like, he’s gotten used to it. After all, he’s been Cap for almost four years now. He now unconsciously bends down when entering and exiting through doors due to the fact he’s cracked his head on more doorframes than he can count. This even bled over to Billy who’s only about 5’4 and definitely doesn’t need to do it. But, every now and then as Cap, he’ll slip up and forget he isn’t that little scrawny short kiddo.

JL: *all having a meeting* Marvel: *drops something under the table and leans down the pick it it up*

GA: *immediately grabs his mug of coffee and scoots back from the table*

Other JL members: *watch in confusion as GA scoots back but then watch in slow motion at Marvel tries to get back to his chair and stands up to early. The table slowly starts tilting up and all of their stuff slides to the floor. Marvel then gets out from under the table and the table falls back to the floor with a loud bang*

Marvel: *confused by the loud bang and looks back* “Where’d all your guys’ stuff go?”

GA: *scoots back to table and puts his mug back down* “No idea, bud.”

The reason Green Arrow knew to take his stuff and scoot back is that one time when he got lunch with Cap, he watched in real time as his burger and soda slid off the table when the big man went down to grab a fork he dropped.

Then, there’s the super duper ultra rare times he forgets his own strength. Like, once a year, he’ll break something or someone and then end up having to apologize a lot.

Batman: *shows Marvel an explosive batarang* “These are extremely delicate. If they’re chipped or thrown at someone, they’ll explo-”

Marvel: *reaches over to touch it and accidentally snaps a piece of it off*

*silence*

*beeping noise starts*

Marvel: *panics and breaks the rest of it and shoves it in his mouth, basically eating the explosion, Superman style*

Batman: *stares for a solid minute* “I could’ve turned it off, Captain.”

Marvel: *coughs up smoke looking embarrassed* “Sorry, Mister Batman Sir.”

Batman: *stares for another solid minute* “Can we talk about how your first instinct was to eat it?”

Marvel: “I’d rather not.”

Batman: “I really think we should.”

[hyperfixedbrainrot]

Obsessed with the idea that max and billy move in with hopper and somehow billy accidentally backs his way into becoming like,,,, the Good kid.

Hopper took some time to come around to the *uncomfortable murmuring* thing but Steve Harrington is an alright kid so why the hell not. And there are rules in this house, three inches means three inches, and as hopper reclines on his chair he turns his head left and there’s Billy’s room.

He can see Steve and billy on the bed and they seem focusing on writing something, and they’re talking, and leaning into each other and not kissing. and he turns to his right and el has the fucking door shut again.

It takes only one growly HEY before she sheepishly reopens it. He drinks his beer. He looks outside. Max is focused on trying to show Lucas a skate trick and he can hear them fighting from here.

He looks left. Billy and Steve are listening to something playing at a reasonable volume from the tape player and there is a reasonable amount of space between their faces. He changes the channel.

He looks out. Max is hunched over for maximum yelling efficiency and Lucas is making wiggly fingers and miming her. He looks right. Mike is trying to climb into his daughter’s mouth. He is trying not to yell so much because it freaks billy out even though he would never admit that, so he struggles to his feet in the overstuffed recliner and barrels into the room. They lie to his face!

With gritted teeth, he tries to explain the importance of boundaries and respect and in the mirror above the hall table he can see billy and Steve doing nothing more salacious than sitting near each other. He wishes so bad that Mike and el would take a leaf out of their book and he gets as far as “you should be more like your brother-“ before El is throwing a massive fit, and slamming doors and screaming that he’s so mean just because he likes Steve and hates Mike and he growls “Steve RESPECTS THE RULES!”

[keeryhours]

such small hands - chapter one

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Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader

Summary:

In a whirlwind week, you and Eddie fall in love without anyone noticing. Things are given, things are taken away.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, violence, death, canon s4 spoilers, pregnancy, past reader x billy, talk of billy’s death

Word Count: 13.3k

A/N:

I just got started writing this one and went crazy. This first chapter has a lot of elements/dialogue from the show, future chapters won’t be like that. I hope you enjoy ❤️

You had never paid much mind to Eddie Munson before your senior year.

You knew of him, of course. Hawkins High Freak, drug dealer, nerd, yeah yeah. You probably should have seen it coming when your little brother Dustin came to Hawkins High for his freshman year and almost immediately was adopted by Eddie’s group of nerds.

That’s what threw Eddie into your life originally. Your brother was obsessed with him, idolized him, just like he did with Steve. It made sense to you. Your dad wasn’t around - it was just you, Dustin, and your mom. He needed a male role model in his life, and he had found two.

You had nothing in common with Eddie. You were cheerleading captain, dating - dated - Billy Hargrove for almost two years. You didn’t run in the same circles as Eddie Munson.

When Eddie was accused of murder, everything went to shit.

He got sucked into your world of the Upside Down. You were suddenly spending a lot of time with the guy. And - he wasn’t so bad. At all.

The gang had left you to keep Eddie company at Reefer Rick’s while they ran for supplies. The poor guy had been here alone and terrified, hiding from the cops. Nothing to eat or drink. He was covered in a black grime. You felt bad for him. He was shaken up, but still Eddie.

“So,” he said, after you’d been sitting in silence. “You’re Henderson’s sister?”

“That would be me,” you nodded.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Yeah? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Eddie huffed a short laugh. “Henderson likes to talk.”

You chuckled. “He idolizes you.”

“Me?” Eddie seemed a little surprised. “I know he’s crazy about Harrington, but-“

“Literally never shuts up about both of you.”

Eddie laughed. “Well, apparently you’re the coolest big sister ever. So.”

Your cheeks heated in a blush. You knew Dustin loved you - you loved him back even more - but to hear he’d been talking about you like that? It made you feel warm inside. Sitting there with what you had in common - being totally adored by the coolest kid.

“You didn’t have to stay,” Eddie said. He was smiling more than you’d seen him do since yesterday. “I would have been alright.”

“I wanted to stay,” you said. “Seemed like you needed somebody.”

Eddie looked at you like he could see through to your very soul - and he smiled. He knew, in that moment, that he wanted to see you every possible second of his life.

You stayed with him as often as you could after that. You were drawn to him, and he seemed like he liked the company. He was so easy to talk to, made you laugh, made your heart beat harder in your chest. If only you both knew that you felt the same.

Tuesday, Eddie was almost caught and murdered by Jason Carver while you were in the Creel House with the rest of the gang. You decide then that Eddie is probably best not left alone.

Wednesday, the police officially released Eddie’s name as the prime suspect in Chrissy’s death. It made you sick - Eddie. Sweet Eddie, who would never hurt anyone.

Your Eddie.

When you saw him there at Skull Rock, looking even more like he’d been through absolute hell, it was like your heart reached for him through your chest. 

He hopped down from the rock and Dustin sighed in relief. “Jesus, we thought you were a goner.” He pulled Eddie into a hug, who awkwardly patted him on the back as he hugged him back.

“Yeah, me too, man. Me too.” He smiled, like he was relieved not to be alone. His eyes met yours over Dustin’s shoulder. As Dustin pulled away, you stepped into his spot, and Eddie wrapped his arms around you, slowly, pulling you in close. He looked at you like you were the first drink of water he’d had in days.

How no one else ever noticed the two of you falling in love, you had no idea.

But it was a sacred thing between you. Something you held onto. You were going to tell people, eventually. It just felt nice to have something for the two of you for a while.

You wished you had told people. You wished you had shouted it from the rooftops.

The gang realized that Dustin’s broken compass wasn’t actually broken - it had been disrupted by an electromagnetic field. A gate. As plans were made to once again take on the Upside Down, Dustin turned to Eddie, who had been quiet the entire time.

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

It was the question, posed from your baby brother. Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d say you’re asking me to walk into Mordor,” he said. “Which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire…the Shire is burning.”

Dustin began jumping up and down.

“So Mordor it is.”

You wanted to beg Eddie. You wanted to plead with him to run and never look back. You knew the second he agreed to help you that his life was on the line, and you weren’t sure it was something you were willing to risk.

“What is Mordor?” Steve muttered to himself.

As the rest of the group began walking off, Eddie trailed behind, next to you. He grabbed your hand in his, squeezing it softly, smiling at you.

And you fell, and fell, and fell.

Dustin’s compass took you to Lover’s Lake in search of a gate that night. Robin, Steve, and Nancy climbed onto the little boat, followed by Eddie. He held his hand out for you with a gentle smile and you took it, letting him help you climb on.

Dustin tried to climb on next. “Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us?” Eddie asked. “This thing holds three people tops, okay? And there’s five of us in here somehow already.”

“It’s better this way,” Nancy said. “You guys stay with Max.”

“You’re safer here,” you told your brother. “Keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You keep an eye out for trouble!” Dustin said.

You just gave him a look.

“It’s my goddamn theory!”

“You heard your sister,” Robin said.

“Who put her in charge?” Dustin pointed at you.

“I did.”

“Compass,” you said, holding a hand out to your brother. He reluctantly took it from his pocket and placed it in your hand. Steve pushed off the bank and you paddled away, leaving Dustin, Max, and Lucas on the shore. Eddie kept a hand on your back, worried you’d lose your balance. No one else noticed the shy smiles you sent each other.

The compass started going crazy in the center of the lake. Dustin called over the walkie to check in and Robin told him. Everyone looked at each other. Then, Steve started taking his shoes and socks off.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out,” Steve said. “Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then…it’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Eddie said. “I do not wanna go down there.”

Eddie wrapped a flashlight in a bag for Steve as he slipped his shirt off. You and Robin exchanged a look as you caught Nancy staring.

“Hey,” Eddie said, handing the flashlight to Steve and putting a cigarette in his own mouth. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Steve said, accepting the flashlight.

Eddie went to light his cigarette. “Gross,” Robin said, swatting it out of his mouth and into the water.

The boat shook as Steve jumped off. You watched from the surface as he dove, unable to see much of anything. You were nervous for your best friend. But Eddie was there, and he was holding your hand again, and somehow everything felt alright.

You all jumped when Steve came bursting back out of the water, gasping. “I found it.”

“You found it?”

“I found it. Yeah, I found it.” He was panting, trying to catch his breath.

“Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein,” Robin said into the walkie.

Steve was leaning on the side of the boat, trying to catch his bearings and explain what he’d seen, when something yanked him downwards. Everyone began yelling as it happened again - and pulled him under the water. He didn’t come back up this time. As everyone was panicking, Nancy started removing some of her clothes.

“You’re not going in there, are you?” Eddie asked, grabbing onto her arm.

“Just-just wait here,” she said - then she dove in after Steve.

“Goddamn it!” Eddie yelled.

Robin dove in next. When you started taking your shoes off, Eddie grabbed your arm tightly. “S-she said wait.”

“I heard her,” you said. “But my friends are in there. I can’t just sit here and wait to see if they survive. I have to help.”

“Are you serious?” Eddie nearly squeaked. “Please don’t. Seriously, please don’t.”

“Eddie, I have to.”

You placed your hands on either side of his face. His cheeks were scratchy against your palm from being unable to shave. You pulled him in and kissed his lips firmly. You could have stayed there all day with your lips attached to his, but you pulled back after a few seconds. Eddie looked at you, amazed. He was still frozen when you turned and dove into the water.

The gate in the lake brought you straight to the Upside Down - where Steve was being held down and attacked by demobats. You felt a hand on your back, and turned - Eddie had followed you.

You each grabbed an oar and began swatting at the demobats, hitting them away from Steve so he could get up. You watched out for each other, quickly coming to the rescue if someone was being attacked. You pulled at the tail of one attached to Nancy’s back and then slammed it into the ground.

Steve got up, slamming the last one into the ground again and again until he ripped it in half.

“Steve, are you okay?” you asked, walking quickly up to your best friend. He had horrible bruises on his neck and blood dripping from his mouth - he didn’t look okay. You looked him over, trying to see if he had any serious injuries.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie yelled, throwing his oar to the ground.

“Well, they took about a pound of flesh,” Steve said as you and Nancy examined his body. “But other than that, yeah, never better.”

As more bats came, fear struck your group of friends. You huddled together, Eddie’s arms around you protectively.

“The woods. Come on,” Nancy said.

The five of you took off into the woods, Eddie never letting go of your hand.

Again, how did no one ever notice? You supposed it was a crazy week for everyone. You couldn’t blame them. But hey, it was right there.

Your love for Eddie was so close you could reach out and touch it.

You hid under a rock together, Eddie’s arms wrapped tight around you. The demobats were loud as they flew overhead.

“That was close,” Robin said once the bats had dissipated and you all began getting up. Steve stumbled, crashing into the rock of the cave.

“Jesus, Stevie,” you said, moving towards him.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” Steve said, trying to wave both you and a concerned Nancy off.

“No, no, no, you’re losing blood,” Nancy said. “Come here.”

Steve leaned against the wall and uncovered the wound on his abdomen. It was bad - deep, still bleeding. You ripped off the bottom of your shirt, turning it into a crop as you wrapped the makeshift bandage around Steve’s waist. Eddie’s eyes lingered on your form, the newly exposed skin of your back and stomach.

“Are you okay?” he asked you quietly as you moved away from Steve and Nancy.

“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly. “I’m…this is a lot.”

“I thought you’ve been through this before,” Eddie teased lightly, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him.

“I have,” you blushed. “Multiple times. It just…it never gets less surreal.” You bit your lip as your gaze dropped, looking back over at Steve, Nancy, and Robin. “I don’t want any of my friends to get hurt. I don’t want my brother to get hurt.” Your eyes met Eddie’s once again, your hand resting on his chest. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not gonna get hurt,” Eddie said, placing his larger hand over yours. “I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure all of us get out of here in one piece.” He smirked. “How else am I gonna get to kiss you again?”

You blushed deeper. Your eyes darted around, finding your friends still busy with one another and not paying you any mind. You leaned up on your tiptoes and kissed Eddie’s soft lips.

He kissed you back, hand coming to rest in your hair. Your hearts beat hard against each other’s chests like they were dying to reach each other. Like you wanted to get closer to him, as close as two people can possibly be.

He pulled away, eyes lingering on the other three. When he saw them still not looking, he kissed you again. “I…”

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “What?”

“I just-“

“Alright,” Robin said. You and Eddie were pulled into a conversation that had been going on for a while without you. “So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.”

“I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin,” Steve said. “But guns, yeah, sure.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns,” Nancy said. “I have guns in my bedroom.”

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” Eddie asked.

“She’s full of surprises,” you beamed at him.

Eddie took off his denim vest and handed it to Steve. “For your modesty, dude.”

Suddenly, the ground started shaking. Steve grabbed Nancy and Robin and took shelter under the cave as you fell to the ground with Eddie. His arms wrapped around you tightly, shielding your body with his own.

When the rumbling stopped, you were left on the ground with Eddie in a compromising looking position - his hand on your waist, with your body pulled back against his own. No one questioned it, however.

You could hear a creature screaming in the distance. You all just watched and listened, Eddie still holding you with shaking arms.

“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, me too,” Robin quickly agreed.

“So what are we waiting for?”

Steve flicked on his flashlight and led the way, everyone else falling into step behind him. You and Eddie led up the rear, his eyes grazing the exposed skin of your lower back as you walked.

As you walked, you fell into step with Nancy and Robin, having what felt like the first normal conversation in days.

Steve approached Eddie. And, surprisingly - Eddie found that he liked Steve. “That was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.”

“Ozzy?” Steve asked.

“When you took a bite out of that bat,” Eddie said. “Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat’s head off onstage.”

“I don’t-“

“You know, doesn’t matter,” Eddie said. “It’s very metal, what you did. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Thanks.”

“Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact.”

“Dustin said that?” Steve asked, looking up at Eddie.

“Oh yeah. Shit. Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It’s kinda annoying, to be honest.” Steve laughed. “I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve. I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine.” Steve didn’t say anything to Eddie’s nervous rambling. “Still super jealous as hell, by the way.”

Steve laughed at that. “I don’t know, man. I think his favorite person in the world is his sister.”

At the mention of you, Eddie’s neck heated. He looked down at his feet as he walked. “How long have you guys been friends?”

Steve said your name like a question. “Oh, we’ve been friends for years. She’s my best friend in the world. We met through basketball and cheerleading, then after my…fall from popularity, she just kept being my best friend. She means the world to me.”

Eddie felt that jealousy creeping in again. He wanted to be blunt with it, ask if there had ever been anything between you, but didn’t want to give himself away so obviously. But, he had to know. “Did you guys ever…?”

“What?” Steve asked. “Date? Hook up?”

Eddie was surprised at how sick he felt at the idea of you hooking up with Steve, or any other guy. “Either.”

Steve laughed. “No, man, Just friends.”

He let out a sigh of relief he hoped Steve didn’t catch. But when he looked up at the other boy, he was giving him a knowing look.

“You like her.”

“It’s not- no, I mean I don’t- it’s not that-“

“Oh,” Steve said, a grin growing across his lips. “You love her.”

Eddie was sure his face was on fire. “No.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said, nudging Eddie’s shoulder. “I won’t tell. Your secret is safe with me.”

It’s not that Eddie didn’t want anyone knowing how he felt about you. He wanted everybody to know. It was just that it was still so new, still so precious and fragile in his clumsy hands. He always fucked everything up. He couldn’t afford to fuck this up.

There was a noise from some kind of creature in the woods, and Eddie flinched. “Outside of D&D, I am no hero,” he admitted sadly. “I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that’s what I’ve learned about myself this week.”

“Give yourself a break, man,” Steve said, softly slapping Eddie’s chest.

“See?” Eddie pointed ahead at the girls. “The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind.” His eyes lingered on you. And I couldn’t let her go alone. “But those girls didn’t waste a second. They just dove right in.”

Nancy opened the door to the Upside Down version of the Wheeler home. You followed her upstairs to her bedroom, not noticing Steve lingering behind.

Nancy searched through her things - finding no guns. She was confused at first - until she found her stack of notecards. The ones from her test when she had just started dating Steve. Three years ago.

She found more and more things that didn’t add up - items that had been given away or donated, wallpaper that had been long since changed. She picked up her diary and flipped through until the last date - her eyes went wide.

“Nancy, you’re freaking me out,” you said.

“I think the reason my guns aren’t here,” she said, “is because they don’t exist yet.”

“They don’t…exist?” Eddie asked.

“This diary should be full of entries. It’s not. The last entry is November 6, 1983. The day Will went missing. The day the gate opened. We’re in the past.”

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of Steve yelling downstairs. “Dustin? Dustin? Hello?”

You went sprinting down the stairs first at the mention of your brother’s name. Was he here? Was he in trouble? The four of you found Steve waving his flashlight around and yelling to the walls.

“Are you sure he doesn’t have rabies?” Robin muttered.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you asked.

“Hello,” Steve whispered, nearly blinding all of you with his flashlight. “He’s here. Henderson. That little

shit, he’s here. He’s like…he’s in the walls or something. Just listen. Dustin?”

You looked at Steve like he was crazy, but you stayed quiet, listening intently. Stranger things had happened. When there was no noise, Steve started yelling again.

“Dustin! Dustin! Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me?”

Finally, you heard the faintest echo of your brother’s voice.

You all walked around the room, calling Dustin’s name, trying to find or communicate with him.

“Alright, either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve said.

“Will found a way,” Nancy said, as if an idea had just come to her.

“What?”

“Will found a way, to speak to Joyce through the lights.” Nancy jumped into action, trying to flip on lamps and light fixtures. None worked.

“Guys…” Steve said. “Are you seeing this?”

The chandelier was sparkling with tiny glittering lights. You reached your hand out and touched them. The others joined you, all raising a hand to touch the lights.

“Does anyone know morse code?” Nancy asked.

“Does SOS count?” Eddie asked.

After Eddie was able to get a message through to the kids, you all huddled together while Dustin, Lucas, and Erica put together Holly’s Lite-Brite. They turned it on and you waved your hand through the area, making the toy light up. Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie watched. You could hear the kids cheering when it worked.

“We’re going to unplug it,” Dustin yelled. A second passed, then - “Try it now!”

You traced your hand through the lights again, drawing out the word Hi with your finger.

“That worked!” Came Dustin’s voice.

The others cheered and you smiled in triumph. Eddie’s hand brushed against your lower back.

“Um…” you thought. Then you wrote out “S…T…U…C…K.”

“You can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin called.

“G…U…A…R…D…E…D,” you wrote out this time.

Dustin called back that they had a plan - Watergate isn’t the only gate. They think there’s a gate at every murder site.

“Does anyone understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked.

Everyone shook their heads. You drew out a “?”

“Seriously?” Dustin yelled. “How many times do I have to be right on the money before you trust me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve shook his head. “This kid’s gotta get his ego in check.”

“It’s his tone. Right?” Eddie said. You covered your mouth, stifling your giggle.

“Okay, so…how far is your trailer?” Nancy asked Eddie.

“Seven miles,” he answered.

“Nancy?” Robin offered. “I know your house is like, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven’t you always had bikes?”

The five of you pedaled to Forest Hills - or at least, the upside down version of the trailer park. Eddie led the way to his house. “It’s right here,” he said, pulling off the road and dropping the bikes.

You entered the trailer and all looked up - sure enough, there was a gate on the ceiling. “This is where Chrissy died,” Eddie said.

“I think there’s something up there,” Robin said.

A broom handle burst through the gateway, startling all of you. The handle was waved around until the gate was clear. Steve stepped forward carefully, looking up.

“No way,” Steve whispered in awe.

Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Erica stood there, upside down through the gate, smiling up (or down?) at you. Dustin laughed. “Hi there.”

“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin said.

After some discussion on the best way to get you out of there, Dustin began knotting sheets together while Lucas and Max got Eddie’s mattress and dragged it to the living room floor.

“Those stains are, uh…” His eyes darted to you, then Robin and Nancy. “I dunno what those stains are.”

“Mmhmm,” Robin hummed.

Dustin and Erica came over with the knotted together sheets. He tossed them up and they fell through the other side, making a floating rope. Robin pulled on it and it didn’t budge.

“Guess I’m the guinea pig,” Robin said, then climbed up first.

After she was safely on the other side, the four of you looked at one another. “You go,” Eddie said quietly to you, nudging you towards the rope of sheets.

You didn’t argue. He helped you a little and then you channeled all your cheer muscles to help you climb up and through the gate. Once you passed through it was like your stomach flipped along with the rest of your body as you fell down on your back onto Eddie’s mattress.

Eddie came next - “That…was fun!” - then Nancy, then finally Steve. As Nancy was coming through, something happened - Vecna got to her, showing her some sort of vision.

She recounted it with a shaking voice as you all sat around Max’s trailer. A horrible prophecy of death and destruction - everything and everyone gone.

“Okay, but…he’s just trying to scare you, Nance,” Steve said. “Right? I mean…I mean, it’s not real.”

“There was something else,” Nancy said. He showed her gates, more gates all over Hawkins. Spreading, growing. Destroying.

You covered your mouth with your hand. You didn’t even notice you were shaking. But Eddie did, reaching over and placing a hand on your knee to calm you. It worked instantly.

“Four chimes,” Max spoke up. Everyone looked at her. “Vecna’s clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly.”

You looked down, then back up at Max. “I heard them too.”

Everyone’s attention snapped to you.

“What?” Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Dustin all asked at the same time.

“I just…” You messed with a string on the couch. “I didn’t think it was…I didn’t know…I didn’t think anything of it.”

Steve looked like he was ready to fight someone. Eddie looked like you had told him his favorite dog just died. And Dustin looked horrified. Eddie grasped your hands in his, where no one noticed or saw - he held them tightly, as if he was trying to tell you everything through touch alone.

“He’s been telling us his plan this whole time,” Max said.

“Four kills,” Lucas added. “Four gates. End of the world.”

“If that’s true,” Dustin said. “He’s only one kill away.”

“Oh Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ,” Eddie said, burying his face in his dirty hands.

“Try ‘em again,” Steve told Max, who had been trying to get ahold of the Byers’ all day. But again - busy. The group discussed how something connected had to be happening in Lenora, too.

“Whatever’s happening in Lenora is connected to all of this, I’m sure of it,” Nancy said. “But Vecna can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead.” She turned around. “We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down.”

“Whoa, no, no, no. What?” Steve asked.

“Nope,” Eddie said simply, shaking his head dramatically. “Nope.”

“Let’s think this through,” Steve said.

“What is there to think through?” Nancy asked.

“We barely made it out of there in one piece.”

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared. But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he’ll kill us!” Steve said. He gestured towards you. “The only reason you survived is because he wanted you to. He’s not scared of us.”

“And for good reason,” Robin said, standing up. She told the group her theory about Vecna - he’s just a guy with powers like Eleven. So why fight fair? You all knew El’s strengths and weaknesses.

“Weaknesses?” Erica asked.

“When El remote-travels,” Dustin said, “she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true of Vecna.”

“That would explain what he was doing in that attic,” Lucas said.

“Exactly,” Dustin pointed at his friend. “When he attacks his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless? What about the army of bats?” Steve asked, gesturing to the dark red marks on his neck.

“True. We’ll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow.”

“And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?” Eddie asked.

“No idea. But once they’re gone, he doesn’t stand a chance. It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.”

“That’s nice in theory, but we don’t know Vecna’s pattern,” Robin said. “We don’t know when he’s going to attack next, we don’t know who he’s going to attack next-“

“Yeah, we do,” Max said quietly. “I can still feel him. I’m still marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush, I draw his focus back to me.”

“Max,” Lucas muttered. “You can’t. He’ll kill you.”

“I survived before. I can survive again.”

“Check this out. The War Zone,” Eddie said, slapping the phone book down on the kitchen table. “I’ve been there once. It’s huge. They got everything you need for, uh…well, killing things, basically.”

“Is that a grenade?” Robin asked. “I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“Well, lucky for us it is, so…” Eddie smiled sarcastically. “This…This place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks.”

You rubbed Eddie’s back as he spoke - you could tell he was nervous. You could feel him physically relaxing under your touch.

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called The War Zone,” Erica suggested.

“Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons,” Nancy said. “So I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Me too,” Lucas agreed.

You wanted to say something - because the first thing you could think of was keeping your little brother - and Eddie - safe from harm. But you were clearly outnumbered here, and you knew they were right. You needed the firepower.

“But is it worth the time?” Dustin asked. “It’ll take all day to bike there and back.”

“Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie asked.

“You got some car we don’t know about?” Steve asked.

“It’s not exactly a car, Steve,” Eddie smiled, “and it’s not exactly mine, but, uh…it’ll do.”

Eddie crept through the trailer park with Max’s Michael Myers mask on his head, not at all suspiciously followed by a group of people.

Miraculously you weren’t noticed as you made your way through. Eddie reached an RV and opened the back window, climbing and sliding himself through it. Steve climbed through the window after him, then you, then Nancy and the rest.

Eddie hopped into the front seat and began hot wiring the car.

You had never been into bad boys before, but it was certainly doing something for you now. You watched his expert movements over his shoulder, Steve coming to peak over the other.

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” you asked him gently.

His gaze flashed to your eyes for only a moment before remembering Steve’s presence. “Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire. Now, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I’m really living up to that Munson name.”

“Eddie, I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving,” Robin said, peeking from behind you and Steve.

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker,” he said. “Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya, big boy?”

One more movement and the RV’s engine roared to life, immediately calling the attention of the couple sitting outside who began banging on the windows. Eddie jumped up and Steve jumped into the driver’s seat. “Everybody, hang on to something!”

Eddie fell into one of the seats and Steve started driving, absolutely whipping it out of the trailer park, knocking you over and into Eddie’s lap. His arm wrapped around you, holding you to him in the name of safety, but both of you knew it was more than that.

The bouncing you were doing on Eddie’s lap from the RV’s movements were torturous. He almost groaned multiple times, his fingers digging tightly into your thighs, your exposed skin where you’d cropped that damn shirt. You knew what it was doing to him - you could feel the proof of it right under your ass - but you loved it. You could tell he was fighting for his life.

Once the RV was calmly on the road, you could take an actual seat. Eddie cleared his throat as you stood, nonchalantly covering his lap with a throw pillow. You took the seat next to him, your thighs brushing together sending electricity through both of your bodies.

“So,” Eddie said quietly. He only wanted to talk to you, didn’t want to invite anyone else into your conversation. He felt like he’d gotten so little of your time as it was. “You heard the…?”

“Yeah,” you said, looking away. “But I don’t think it’s- I don’t know. I think he- he’s just fucking with me.”

Eddie looked at you with concern. “What does he show you?”

You swallowed, looking up at the roof of the RV, trying to will the tears back into your eyes before they fell. “Billy.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched. Billy. He’d avoided the subject purposefully, and now here it was. “Oh.”

Eddie knew Billy when he was alive. Of course he did. And he hated the guy. Not only because he was an asshole, although that was the biggest reason. But he also had you. You were Hawkins High’s It Couple. Everyone knew you and Billy were together, and no one dared touch Billy’s girl.

He never knew what someone like you saw in Billy, but he understood that Billy was different with you. It was obvious to anyone with eyes. When you were around, people weren’t scared of him. It was possible to have a decent interaction without getting threatened. If you weren’t around, he was his usual self. People quickly realized to look for you first when it came to Billy.

And Billy always, always put you first.

Eddie had felt bad for you when Billy died. He remembered the day he’d heard it on the news - the Star Court Mall Fire. He couldn’t believe it - Billy Hargrove was dead? Then he thought about you.

He didn’t have to imagine how you were doing. Rumors spread fast - you were a mess. That poor girl, the ladies would say around town. When he finally saw you again at school, it was obvious they were true. You looked like hell. After Jason’s pep rally speech at the beginning of the basketball season, you’d run off the court in your cheer uniform in tears as the insensitive asshole listed off the students Hawkins had lost. Everyone knew you could barely hold it together at the mention of Billy’s name.

You had come so far this year. You had regular meetings with the school counselor, you had told them. But he knew it was all you. That was the thing about you, something he loved - you didn’t let yourself get held down for long.

“What does he say?” Eddie asked. Gently, so you knew you didn’t have to answer if you didn’t want to.

“That…that I-“ your voice cracked, choking on your unshed tears. You whispered when you spoke again. “That I never loved him. That I’m…betraying him now. With…with you.”

Eddie’s heart twisted in his chest. He hated being any part of the pain you were going through. He knew Vecna used your insecurities against you - did you feel that way? Did you feel like you were betraying Billy by falling for him?

“You know those things aren’t true, right?” Eddie said. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You loved Billy. You still love Billy. That’s okay and nothing’s gonna change that.” He brushed your hair back out of your face. He quickly glanced around, seeing everyone else sucked into conversation, paying you no mind. “It’s okay…to move on. Billy wouldn’t want you to be miserable and alone forever. The way you were after he…that wasn’t any way to live. He would have hated seeing you like that. He would love how far you’ve come now.”

Tears had started to fall, but you were smiling as you wiped them away. “He would tell me to get laid.”

Eddie laughed unexpectedly. Max and Lucas looked over, but quickly returned to their conversation. “That sounds like Billy.”

Steve pulled the RV into the parking lot of The War Zone, and Eddie ducked down. Steve parked in the back, as far from the door as possible. “We’re gonna run inside and get supplies,” Steve said. “Eddie, you stay here.”

“Aye, captain,” Eddie saluted him.

“I’ll stay, too,” you said. “Keep him company.”

Steve nodded. “Alright. We won’t be long.”

You watched as everyone shuffled off the RV, closing the door behind Dustin. You watched through the window as they all walked inside - then you turned to Eddie, who was thinking the exact same thing as you.

His arms wrapped around your waist as yours went around his neck, your lips meeting in a hungry kiss. It was hard, feeling like you needed to sneak around. You just wanted to touch him all the time, kiss him all the time.

Eddie sat down on the couch, pulling you down to straddle his lap. His hands grabbed onto your waist as you kissed him, taking his breath away. “Baby,” he groaned.

“I missed you,” you said between kisses. “I know that makes no fucking sense because we’ve been together almost all the time, but it’s not the same. I want to touch you. I want to kiss you in front of everyone.”

“Why don’t you then?” Eddie asked, panting and out of breath as he pulled away from your lips.

You sighed. “I just…think it would be hard on Dustin,” you said, the same thing Eddie had heard a million times this week. “He sees you as like a brother. So I don’t think he’d be too excited by his brother and his sister-“

“Okay, stop, eww,” Eddie said, making you laugh. “You’re not my sister in any way, shape, or form, I’d like to make that clear.”

“You get what I mean though, right?” you asked through giggles. “Why I’m worried?”

“I understand why you’re worried,” Eddie agreed, eyes locked on your plush lips as he played with your hair. “But I also think you don’t have anything to worry about. I think he’d be fine with it. Even if it’s weird at first, he’ll get over it, y’know?”

You thought about it. You kissed Eddie on the tip of his nose. “When all this is over.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s face lit up. “You wanna do it? Go public?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’m…I’m ready. You’re my boyfriend, and I want everyone to know.”

“Oh, I’m your boyfriend, am I?” Eddie teased with a waggle of his eyebrows.

You giggled. “You never officially asked, but…”

“Can I be your boyfriend?” he asked you seriously, taking your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. “Please?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” You smiled as you leaned in and kissed him again, tongue tracing along the seam of his lips. Eddie was still totally inexperienced- you were his first anything. So he was happy to let you take the lead, to teach him anything you wanted, everything you liked.

He parted his lips and began sliding his hands up your sides as your tongues met and he moaned into the kiss. He felt the skin exposed by your cropped tee, then even further, sliding his hands up your shirt for the first time. He’s almost sure you’re going to slap his hands away, but you don’t - you press into his hold, let out the most delicious moan against his lips, and roll your hips down against his now straining erection.

The door slammed open and you practically leaped off Eddie’s lap, falling onto the seat next to him.

“We’ve got to go,” Steve said, shooting you both a quick funny look before he jumped back into the driver’s seat and the rest of the group piled onto the RV.

“Your old friends are here,” Erica said.

“Shit,” Eddie hissed, ducking back down into the floor. 

“Let’s go! Let’s go!”

“I’m going, I’m going! Sit down!” Steve yelled in a panic. He started the engine and drove out of the parking lot, having to pass right by Jason and his friends loading up their car.

An hour later, with the RV parked in a field, the group prepared your weapons.

Eddie hammered nails into a trash can lid to make a shield. You sawed off the end of a shotgun.

“Is this legal?” Max asked you.

“Actually, I think it’s a felony,” you said.

“Right.”

“But it guarantees one thing.” You knocked the end of the barrel to the ground. “I won’t miss.”

Dustin helped Eddie making shields. Eddie proudly held up his finished spiked shield, swinging it around.

“How’s she feeling?” Dustin asked.

“Light. But durable,” Eddie said. “Deadly. But reliable.” Dustin chuckled, and Eddie began speaking dramatically. “Hear me now. There will be no more retreating…from Eddie the Banished.”

“Hey, you’re really ready for bat-tle.” Eddie turned around and gave Dustin an unamused look. Dustin laughed anyway. “You get it? Bat-tle.” His face fell. “B-A-T.” Eddie just kept staring at him. “No?” he groaned. “I thought I had a good one.”

Eddie surprise tackled Dustin right in his middle, knocking the air out of him and pushing him forward. “What are you doing?” Dustin asked, laughing. They play wrestled, Eddie pushing Dustin off to the side. “You son of a bitch!” Dustin came running at full speed into Eddie’s middle this time. Eddie pulled at Dustin’s boxer shorts - “No wedgies! No wedgies!”

“Never change, Dustin Henderson,” Eddie said, hands on either of Dustin’s shoulders. He brushed some of his long curls from his own mouth. “Promise me?”

Dustin was takin aback, looking up at his friend, his role model. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good. Good.”

You watched Eddie and your brother with a smile on your face. Eddie’s words had been true and you knew it. Dustin would take the news well. He would probably like you and Eddie together, as long as there was no messy breakup. But it was hard to imagine Eddie ever breaking your heart. You felt it would be safe in his hands. You’d already given it to him so completely.

Your chest ached with how much you felt for Eddie. And Dustin was the most important person in your life. The fact that he and Dustin loved each other was already a major bonus. Despite the circumstances that brought you together, you had lucked out with Eddie.

Who knew you could fall so unbearably in love in less than a week?

After preparing your weapons for battle - you all needed a rest.

You ended up back at the Wheelers, with the RV parked off the road, hidden in some trees. The gang was going inside to sleep as much as they could, while Eddie remained in the RV.

“I’m fine,” he’d said. “You guys go get some sleep. I’ll be plenty comfortable out here.”

“I’ll stay with you,” you said quickly. “I just…I don’t want you sleeping out here alone.”

Steve gave a look to the both of you, but no one else was paying much attention, too ready to lay down and finally close their eyes. The gang left you, Steve closing the RV door hard behind him.

Properly left alone with Eddie for the first time, neither of you knew what to do right away. This was the first time you’d be alone together for hours. The possibilities stretched out before you, and it felt overwhelming.

It’s not like you’d never had sex before. You’d had a lot of sex. Billy had been your first and only, though. That was hard to get past.

You locked the RV door, then turned back to Eddie, who was sitting on the end of the pullout bed, watching your every move. Slowly, you took a step towards him, lifting your dirty, ripped shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. Eddie’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze never leaving you for a second.

“Hi,” he whispered as you slowly approached him.

“Hi,” you whispered back with a giggle. He reached for you and you let him pull you to him, holding your body close and pressing his lips into yours. You kissed slowly this time, savoring one another. You had time to enjoy this.

His calloused hands slid all over your bare back, reaching for your bra strap. He fumbled with it for a good minute, cursing under his breath, before he finally got it undone, leaning back to watch as the material fell away from your chest and revealed your tits.

“Oh,” Eddie groaned, reaching for them immediately. You almost laughed at the awe with which he looked at your naked body, but it was really nice. It was endearing. It made you feel beautiful.

Everyone had looked at you with nothing but pity since Billy died.

You had to push painful thoughts of Billy out of your head as Eddie kissed along your neck, sucking gently on the skin, not exactly intending to leave marks but not caring if he did.

You pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then lifted his Hellfire shirt up until it was on the floor with yours. Eddie seemed self conscious with his shirt off, but you loved it. You traced your fingers over his tattoos, making him shudder. Goosebumps appeared across his flesh.

“Do you like that?” you asked him quietly.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “Feels nice. Tickles a little.”

You giggled. running your fingers up his biceps with a featherlight touch. Eddie’s eyes fell closed. He looked relaxed for the first time all week.

“You’re really beautiful,” Eddie mumbled.

You grinned. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, his eyes flying open. “I- are you serious? You’re the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. Everyone knows that.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Everyone knows that?”

“Seriously, ask anyone,” Eddie shrugged. “Well, they might not tell you to your face, but…”

You had no idea your classmates felt that way about you. “Really?”

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I mean, you were with Billy. No one could even look at you. Then you were grieving, but people still talked, y’know? And now you’re-“ Eddie huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “Now you’re in my lap.”

You smiled down at Eddie, kissing him again. Eddie kissed back happily, his hands sliding down to squeeze at your ass. You rolled your hips down against him, and he groaned.

“Gonna drive me crazy, princess,” he said, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. It stirred something deep in your belly, a heat that spread. You could feel him hardening through his jeans - hell, he was already pretty fucking hard.

You pressed your chest into Eddie’s as you kissed him, your bare skin pressed together in a way that felt so intimate it had your head spinning. The feeling of your hard nipples against him, the way they’d graze against his skin as you moved, had Eddie twitching in his pants.

Eddie laid back on the bed, pulling you down over him. You tangled your hands in his curls as you kissed him and his hands slid all over your body, feeling every inch he could get his hands on.

You started kissing lower, kissing down his jaw, down his neck, to his chest and lower. Eddie sat up on his elbows. “W-what are you doing?”

You shrugged. “Just taking my time.” You kissed down his stomach, making his muscles clench. When you reached his jeans, you undid his handcuff belt then started working on his button and zipper.

Eddie watched with hitched breath as you undid his pants, finally pulling them down and leaving him in his tented boxers. He was unbelievably hard, had never wanted anything or anyone so bad in his entire life, he was sure of it. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was finally losing his virginity, and to you.

He reached for your jeans next, needing to see more of you. He undid them and pulled them down your legs, slowly, slowly. His eyes drank in and savored every inch of skin uncovered. You were wearing the cutest little black panties with a bow.

“You look so good,” Eddie groaned, practically nuzzling his face against your clothed core, breathing in your scent. “Smell so good. Bet you taste good, too.”

You whimpered. You hadn’t even had an orgasm since Billy. You never even tried by yourself, and you hadn’t been with anyone else since.

“Can I…try?” Eddie asked, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” you said, suddenly nervous. It had really been a while.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Eddie admitted as he slowly peeled your panties off your body, eyes trailing down as they went. “But I want to try.” He flashed you a smirk. “I’m an eager learner.”

You drew in a shaky breath. “Okay.”

With your panties gone and your body now fully exposed, Eddie properly drank you in. He got on his knees between your legs, lowering his upper body until he was laying with his face right at your pussy.

He breathed you in again, then he experimentally traced his tongue along your folds.

“Oh!” you gasped, resisting the instinct to draw your legs together. It was unexpected, but it didn’t feel bad.

He spread your lips with his fingers and dove in with his tongue, licking over your clit. You gasped again, hands going down to pull at Eddie’s curls. “Oh, god, Eds.”

“Good?” he asked before immediately going back to what he was doing.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. “Feels good.”

“Good,” he muttered. He pressed a finger against your entrance, eyes moving up to your face to make sure you didn’t look upset. When you just kept that same pleased look on your face, Eddie slipped the long finger inside.

“Eddie,” you whined, writhing on the bed beneath his mouth and fingers. He began pumping it in and out, curling it deep inside. “How are you so good at this?”

Eddie had no fucking idea. He was going on instinct. Maybe he just…knew you. Like you, your body, was made specifically for him.

He slipped a second finger inside of you, knowing his fingers were no comparison for the size of his cock. His tongue teased your clit for what felt like hours, then he would suck at it, sending you reeling.

“Oh shit Eddie,” you moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie had never been so delighted to hear anything in his life. He put his all into eating you out, his own cock so unbearably hard he thought he was gonna lose it. When you squeezed around his fingers, he moaned, sending vibrations through your clit and sending you over the edge immediately.

“Eddie!” you cried. “Eddie, Eddie, oh my god-“

He couldn’t get enough of you saying his name. He wanted to hear it again and again for the rest of his life. He worked you through your orgasm, unsure when to stop. He got the hint when you started pushing his head away.

“Was that good?” he asked, all big brown eyed innocence. He really wanted to know. His lips and chin were still soaked with your release.

“It was amazing,” you told him, kissing him gently. He beamed from the praise.

“I want you so bad,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You- have no fuckin’ idea-“

“I want you too,” you told him truthfully. “Bad.”

Eddie smirked, kissing you again. He pushed you back down onto the bed, then sat up on his knees and pushed his boxers down. Your eyes widened at the sight of his hard cock bobbing at his lower stomach, so long, thick-

“You like what you see?” he teased, but you could hear the nerves in his voice clear as day.

“I do.” You pulled him close to you, so his body was pressed to yours once again. “Want it inside of me.”

Eddie groaned, his cock twitching against your thigh. He kissed over your neck and chest. “I don’t…” he sighed. “I don’t have a condom, you know that, right?”

“It’s okay,” you said. “Just pull out.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“We might die tonight,” you told him, serious although there was a playful tilt to your voice. “So, I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna let the lack of a condom keep me from you.”

Eddie nearly lost it right there at the proof of how badly you wanted him, too. “Yeah. I don’t…I don’t want to miss out on this.”

Not only were you about to let him fuck you, but you were about to let him fuck you raw. The thought alone sent a shudder through Eddie’s body. He reached between your bodies, running the head of his cock through your folds, up and down.

It felt nice, but he didn’t stop.

“What are you doing?” you giggled.

“I, uh…” He was blushing hard, avoiding eye contact with you. “I can’t really find the, uh…”

“Believe me, I’ll let you know if you’re at the wrong one,” you teased him. But you replaced his hand with yours, Eddie drawing in a gasp of air at the feeling of your hand on his cock. You lined him up where you needed him. “There you go.”

Slowly, carefully, Eddie began to push inside. His jaw immediately went slack, his eyes squeezing shut and his fists tightening in the sheets. A low groan came from his chest as he sunk into your pussy inch by agonizingly slow inch. 

“Jeeesus,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “You are tight. And wet, and warm-“ He cut himself off with another loud moan.

“You’re so big,” you whispered, brushing his curls back from his face. You wanted to see all of him.

“Yeah?” He was out of breath, looking down at you with awe as he thrusted in and out of you. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but the sheer energy and enthusiasm he put into it made you feel good, too.

“Such a good cock, baby,” you purred. Eddie preened at your praise, and you knew you had unlocked something about him. “So good with it, too,” you said.

“Am I making you feel good?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Feels so good. You’re so deep in me, baby.”

Eddie whimpered - because god, he knew. He was burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, and even with his lack of experience, he knew he wasn’t small. He was surprised you were taking all of him - he’d heard sometimes that could be a problem. He worried it would be a problem for him - but, fuck, you were taking every inch.

You were moving your hips up in time with his frantic thrusts, and he was getting close. “Feels…s-so good,” he stuttered. He was lost in it, lost in the pleasure, lost in you.

“You gonna cum for me?” you whispered, and Eddie whimpered.

“Yeah,” he moaned. “Gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me.”

Eddie’s hips stuttered, almost blowing his load at that second. “Babe- really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Eddie, do it, please,” you begged him. “I…” You met his eyes. “I’m scared. And for right now, I have you. I want to be close to you. As close as we can be.”

Eddie groaned, his head dropping down to hide against your neck. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”

“Only if you want to,” you added.

“Are you kidding? Ah- I want to do that so fuckin’ bad - oh shit - you have no fuckin’ idea. Hah-“

Eddie’s thrusts were shallow now, keeping himself as deep in you as he could be. His balls were pressed against your ass with every thrust, his fingers were tihtening on your hips, and then-

“Shit!” Eddie cursed, thrusting in hard as he came, filling you with his spend. “Shit, oh god, oh god oh fuck-“ He kept moving his hips, every drop making it deep into you.

You felt so close to him in that moment. Like you had shared something so intimate - and you had. It didn’t feel like just sex. This was something else. You had been changed, both of you - you could feel it.

Eddie pulled out of you, grabbing a cigarette from his pack. He put it between his lips and lit it, taking slow drags as he calmed himself. While Eddie smoked against the head of the bed, still naked, you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You slipped back into your panties and Eddie’s t-shirt.

He smiled as you climbed back into bed with him. “Look what I found.”

You watched him curiously as he leaned off the bed, reaching under the table - and pulling out a polaroid camera.

“Cool!” you said, taking it from Eddie’s hands. “Should we take a picture?”

“Right now?” Eddie laughed. “All post-sex, with me still naked?”

“No one will know you’re naked,” you waved him off. “C’mere.”

Eddie snuggled closer to you on the bed. You held the camera out and you both smiled as you clicked the shutter button. You put the camera down as the photo began printing from the bottom. You and Eddie watched as it developed - it wasn’t obvious you two had just had sex in this photo, but it wasn’t exactly innocent either. Your hair was mussed, Eddie’s shirt was off, tattoos exposed. You could see the blanket pulled up to your laps. And you both had the biggest smiles on your satisfied, slightly flushed faces.

“I love you,” Eddie said, kissing you again.

“I love you too,” you told him easily. You wanted to tell him every day for the rest of forever.

“We should get some sleep,” Eddie said. “At least a nap. We have a big night ahead of us.”

Eddie spooned himself around you, holding your body close to him. You felt safe. You felt loved. You felt lucky.

—

That night, the plan went into action.

You were all geared up, weapons in hand. Steve pulled up in front of the Creel house, dropping off Max, Lucas, and Erica. No one said anything during the drive. The atmosphere was tense. Every one of you knew you might die tonight. You knew all too well how things could be ripped from your screaming, crying grasp.

You hoped if anyone had to die, it would be you.

Not because you were suicidal - god, no. But you didn’t think you could handle losing someone else. Every single person involved tonight was important to you. You couldn’t stand to lose anyone. Not again.

With the RV parked, it was time to go.

“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time,” Nancy said. “Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground,” Robin said. “She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

Nancy nodded. “Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna,” Steve said. “He’ll go after her, which will put him in his trance.”

“Phase three?”

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away,” Dustin said proudly. Eddie smiled, grabbing the younger boy’s head.

“Four.”

“We head into Vecna’s newly bat-free lair, and…” Robin sloshed the molotov cocktail. “Flambé.”

“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied,” you said, looking around at each and every person in the RV. Your eyes lingered on Eddie and Dustin a little extra long. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”

Everyone nodded. “Got it.”

And off the RV you went. You walked through the woods into Forest Hills, sneaking into the Munson trailer. Eddie squeezed your hand one final time before you entered the trailer with the others.

“Be careful,” Dustin said as Steve examined the rope.

“Here goes nothing,” Steve said. He pulled himself up with ease, then did a perfect flip into the upside down, landing on his feet. He looked back up at the rest of you, shrugging.

“Ooh, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin said sarcastically. You just giggled, Nancy hiding her own laugh.

Steve pulled out the mattress in the upside down and set it up. “Alright, let’s go.”

Robin got down on her knee to help Nancy climb up. She fell through successfully, Steve helping her up. “Gotcha.”

Next was your stuff, followed by Eddie. Eddie’s nail shield, Robin, more supplies, Dustin, even more supplies, and then finally, you. Steve and Eddie both offered you their hands. You took them both and they pulled you up with ease.

Once again all geared up, you walked out of the trailer into the upside down. 

“Hey, guys, listen,” Steve said, turning and walking back to Eddie and Dustin. “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-“

“Decoys,” Dustin finished with him. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Eddie said. “I mean, look at us. We are nottt heroes.” He smiled.

Steve looked at them for another second before turning around. You stepped forward then, looking at two of the most important things in your entire life. How had Eddie buried himself so deeply into your heart so quickly?

“Dusty,” you said, placing both hands on his shoulders. “You listen to Steve. Do not deviate from the plan. Do not do anything stupid. I need you home in one piece or mom will kill me.”

You had to joke, because if you didn’t you’d just cry.

Dustin smiled up at you, and you wanted to pull him in for a big hug like you always did. “I won’t. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You brushed a hair through his curls. Next you went to Eddie, standing close enough that he could hear you but no one else could.

“I love you,” you said, practically choking on the emotion in your voice. You would not cry.

“I love you too,” Eddie said. He longed to brush his fingers along the side of your face, or push your hair behind your ear. More than anything, he longed to kiss you. He knew that after tonight, he’d be able to - you’d be his, everyone would know it, and he could kiss you breathless in front of anyone.

“Please don’t be stupid,” you said. “And take care of my brother.”

“I’d guard him with my life,” Eddie bowed his head to you. “Go. We’ve got this. And tonight we’ll celebrate.”

You smiled at that. You forced yourself to turn and join the others.

“Oh, and guys?” Eddie said, making both of you turn around. “Make him pay.”

That was something you could all agree to promise. With that last note, you, Steve, Nancy and Robin took off in the direction of the Creel house.

—

After a stressful walk in the woods and nearly getting lost, you made it to the house. It only looked even more ominous in the Upside Down. 

Phase 3 began, and you could hear the sound of Eddie’s guitar all the way from there. You had never heard him play before. It sent your heart thundering like a schoolgirl crush. You were snapped back to reality when the demobats went swarming in their direction, and you were left with a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Okay, it’s working. Let’s go,” Nancy said. The four of you made your way into the Creel house.

The floors were covered with vines. You carefully jumped around them, trying hard not to accidentally awaken anything. Steve reached the top of the stairs first and turned back to help you, Nancy, and Robin.

The house began to shake, as if something was crashing into it. Steve held onto you and the others, and you squeezed your eyes shut, taking deep breaths. When it was over, Steve silently looked the three of you over to make sure you were okay.

You thought you were in the clear for all of about 5 seconds before the vines from the floor came alive, wrapping themselves around your ankles and pulling you into the wall, more vines wrapping around your whole body. You screamed. “Steve! Nancy! Robin!”

The others hit the vines with their weapons, but it wasn’t phasing them at all. The vines grabbed Steve and wrapped him against the other wall - Nancy and Robin turned and watched, wide eyed. You knew you were in trouble.

Nancy and Robin were knocked to the floor next, vines wrapping around their necks and holding them to the wall just like you and Steve.

You couldn’t breathe. The vines were slithering, smothering, tightening. Squeezing your neck tighter, tighter. You couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t even grab at the vines around your neck. All you could do was struggle for breath as you watched the same thing happen to your closest friends.

Was this your punishment? To watch your friends die? What had you done to deserve your loved ones dying brutally again and again?

Then the vines…stopped.

You dropped to the ground as they let go, coughing and sputtering as the vines slid away. You looked around at all your friends, making sure everyone was okay.

“I don’t believe in a higher power, or divine intervention,” Robin said. “But that was a miracle.”

You cocked your gun. “Then we better not waste it.”

“Phase 4,” Steve said.

“Flambé.”

In the attic, Vecna had already been damaged. Someone was fighting with you.

He fell to the ground in flames. The four of you eyed him. Then Robin flicked her lighter, lighting the molotov cocktail - and threw it. It knocked him back and you stepped forward with the sawed off shotgun.

You shot him again and again, each one knocking him back. He screamed and you lifted the gun again - firing a shot that knocked him back and out the window.

The four of you ran outside, seeing nothing but the charred remains where his burning body had landed. Vecna was gone.

Just as you were about to leave, the clock chimed four times.

“Max.”

The gates split open.

—

The four of you were bruised and battered as you made your way back to Forest Hills. You just needed to see Eddie and your brother. Needed to know they were safe. It was the only thing keeping your legs moving.

You thought you might kiss Eddie in front of everybody when you saw him. Fuck waiting for tomorrow. You knew you’d be so relieved when you saw him, there would be no thoughts besides feeling his lips on yours.

It was quiet. The only sounds your shoes scuffing against the pavement. Then, in the distance - a screaming. The sound made you sick. You all exchanged a look and took off running in that direction. 

Please no. Please god, no. Please please please.

It was Dustin. You recognized his cries, although you had never heard him sound quite so pained. You were hurrying to where he kneeled surrounded by piles of demobats and-

He was holding a body.

You stopped. You felt bile rising in your throat. You watched on as Steve, Nancy, and Robin reached Dustin, finally making the realization that you already had. Steve covered his mouth with his hand, like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Nancy and Robin hugged each other.

Steve wrapped his arms around Dustin, but he looked back at you.

You didn’t need to come any closer to know. Your knees gave out, and you cried. You wailed, you screamed, you cursed god, you cursed Vecna, you cursed the whole fucking universe.

Robin and Nancy didn’t understand. Dustin was too enveloped in his own shock and grief to even notice you. But Steve did. He saw you. He had seen the both of you.

He cared for Eddie, but his heart actively cracked in his chest for you and Dustin. And, god, Eddie’s uncle. They were all each other had.

You made yourself get up. Steve let go of Dustin and stood, holding his hand out. “I really don’t think you should-“

“Let me see him,” you croaked.

Steve wouldn’t tell you no. He couldn’t tell you no. He backed off to the side and let you step forward.

Your legs gave out and you collapsed to the ground next to Dustin. Dustin turned and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your shirt and crying harder than he did when he broke his arm in three different places when he was 10. You subconsciously stroked his hair the way that had calmed him since he was a baby. But your eyes were locked on Eddie.

There was no doubt he was gone. His face, his mouth covered in blood. His lips that had told you he loved you for the first time today. His open, staring eyes, once so big and still full of childlike wonder even at his disillusioned, cynical age.

You reached for his hand. He was freezing cold. He needs a blanket, you thought. He’s cold. He shouldn’t be cold.

Steve, Nancy, and Robin discussed what to do while you and Dustin held each other, oblivious to what was going on around you.

“We’ve got to get him out of here,” Steve said. “We can’t just leave his body here.”

“How are we gonna do that?” Robin asked, sadness emanating from everything about her.

“Blanket?” Steve suggested. “I-I think we can do it.”

Nancy and Robin looked back over at you and Dustin. “Do you think she can-“

“Don’t ask her to help,” Steve said quickly.

Robin pursed her lips together, like there was a question she was dying to ask but wouldn’t let escape her lungs. “Were they…?”

“No,” Steve said. “I mean…long story. You just haven’t been paying close enough attention.”

—

It had been two days since the events in the upside down. Two days since Eddie had been taken from you.

They called the gates opening a 7.4 earthquake. It absolutely destroyed Hawkins. So many people died, people totally unrelated to the upside down.

They were still calling Eddie a murderer, a satanist. You couldn’t stand to have the news on - it made you sick. Eddie was a good person.

You hadn’t been able to get his body out of the upside down. The thought haunted you day and night - Eddie, alone in there, cold. So cold.

It was like you’d gone back to square one after you’d lost Billy. You had worked so hard to come out of this hole, and here you were again. Depressed, miserable, alone. Constant panic attacks and nightmares.

Steve, Robin, and Dustin convinced you to come with them to the school for the supplies drive. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to do anything but lay in bed and cry. But they insisted it would be good for you.

You helped them carry the boxes into the gym. Dustin was still limping from his injury. The gym was packed with people who’s homes were destroyed. Your heart ached for them, but it ached for Eddie even worse.

You dropped the boxes off at the table. “So organized,” the volunteer said. “Do you want a tax receipt for it?”

“Um, no, that’s okay,” Robin said. “But, uh…is there anything else we can do to help?”

You helped Dustin pass out water. You didn’t like being far from him these days. Dustin froze, nearly making you walk right into him. You followed his line of vision - and your stomach sunk.

Wayne Munson was walking up to the bulletin board. He removed a vandalized missing persons poster of Eddie from the board and replaced it with a clean one.

Your lips parted, tears gathering in your eyes, and you were worried you were about to have another panic attack in front of all of these people. You grabbed Dustin’s hand, who didn’t realize how badly you were freaking out.

“I think I need to go talk to him,” Dustin said. “He deserves to know.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t say anything. You just watched as Dustin limped over to the weary looking man.

“Mr. Munson?”

Wayne turned to look at Dustin, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m Dustin Henderson,” your brother continued. “Can we talk?”

“I can’t imagine we got anything to talk about,” Wayne said. “My nephew is innocent. He’s still missing. I’ll put up as many posters as I need until he’s found.” He grabbed his bag roughly off the floor. “Good day to you.”

“I was with him,” Dustin said. Wayne stopped. He looked over his shoulder at Dustin. “I was with him when the earthquake hit.”

Wayne looked at him again, his gaze darting down to the floor. “And…where is Eddie now?”

You could see Dustin’s face crumpling from across the room. Your own heart clenched in your chest. Dustin reached into his pocket, pulling out Eddie’s guitar pick necklace. Wayne looked at it, then back up to Dustin’s face. “I…I’m so sorry.”

Wayne took the pick with a shaking hand, his face falling as he recognized the necklace as his nephew’s. He let out a shaky breath and sat down. Dustin limped over to sit next to him.

“I wish everyone had gotten to know him. Really know him. Because they would’ve loved him, Mr. Munson. They would’ve loved him.” Wayne was listening. “Even in the end…he never stopped being Eddie. Despite everything. I never even saw him get mad.”

Wayne nodded, trying his best to hold back tears. Dustin continued. “He could’ve run. He could’ve saved himself. But he fought. He fought and died to protect this town. This town that…hated him. He isn’t just innocent…Mr. Munson, he’s…he’s a hero.”

Wayne held the guitar pick close as he cried. Dustin sat with him.

You watched from afar, powerless to say anything or let anyone know what Eddie had meant to you, what you had had together.

After Wayne left, you caught up with Dustin again. He looked just as defeated as you felt. “You ready to go?” you asked him softly. “I think Steve and Robs are ready for us.”

Dustin just nodded. He followed you through the gym and towards the exit doors.

“He said your name.”

You stopped. “What?”

“Eddie,” Dustin said, and the name alone sent a rush of emotion through your body.

“What are you talking about, Dusty?”

“Before he played, to distract the bats in the Upside Down,” Dustin sniffed, shaking his head like he couldn’t make sense of the memory. “Before he played, he said your name. He said this one’s for her.”

You might as well have been shot in the chest. “O-oh,” you croaked, feeling like your legs were about to give out.

He’d said your name. This one’s for her.

For you. For you. For you.

—

You were so wrapped up in your own misery you didn’t even notice you missed your period.

When you started getting sick, you figured it was another side effect of the depression and trauma. Wouldn’t surprise you. Your mom was worried sick, and you kept having to make up excuses for Dustin - oh, I must have come down with something - because here you were, twice as torn up about Eddie, and you were hardly supposed to know the guy.

Having to pee a million times? Maybe you’d just been drinking more water, Nancy had been on you about that and even bought you that new water bottle. Boobs doubling in size? Must be your bras shrinking in the wash.

It was when the symptoms didn’t go away that you got worried.

Alone, they could be explained away easily. Together and unending? Something was going on.

You felt sick as you looked at yourself in the mirror. How had you not noticed? You looked different. Your boobs, your skin, your hair. You even examined your stomach closely, but there was nothing new there.

But, fuck. You definitely had an idea of what was happening.

You were calling Nancy before you even thought better of it. Nancy would know what to do. The phone rang a couple times before her sweet voice picked up.

“Hello, Wheeler residence?”

“Nancy,” you said. “I have an emergency.”

She was at your house with a pregnancy test in minutes. Thank god Dustin and your mom were both out. Nancy slipped into the house like a ninja, handing off the pharmacy bag like a ticking time bomb.

“Are you okay?” she asked you.

You shrugged. You hadn’t had time to process your feelings on the potential situation. Hadn’t allowed yourself to. You just took the test into the bathroom, did your thing, and went back out to wait with Nancy.

It was a tense 30 minutes.

When Nancy’s watch timer went off, you both practically jumped out of your skin. You stood slowly, legs shaking, unsure if they’d even carry you back to the bathroom for the answers you seek. Somehow you make it there, and you lean against the counter for support as you make yourself open your eyes and read the results.

Blue. Pregnant.

You choked out a sob, hand coming to rest on your stomach. Oh, Eddie. What had you two done?

Nancy knocked on the door, calling your name. “Are…are you okay in there?”

You opened the door, and she could tell immediately. “Oh, honey,” she mumbled, pulling you in for a tight hug. You allowed yourself to cry into her shoulder, to feel the pain for a moment. You didn’t open yourself up to it often anymore.

After she got you sitting on your bed, pregnancy test discreetly disposed of, she held your hands as you talked. “The dad…” she began, knowing it would be a touchy subject no matter who it was. “Have you…told him? Who is it?”

The tears burst through like a dam at that question. You were just immediately sobbing - it took Nancy aback. She placed her hands on your upper arms. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m going to help you. Who is it?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, then looked up, like could my life be any more of a cruel joke? What did you do to deserve the shit you’d been put through in the last couple of years?

Nancy repeated your name. “Who is it?”

You choked out another small sob. “Eddie.”

Nancy’s eyes went wide. “It- you and-“ her voice dropped to a whisper. “The baby is Eddie’s?”

You nodded, face just crumbling into more tears. “Oh,” Nancy said, rubbing your arms as if you were cold - and you were, suddenly - all the understanding in the world in that simple word.

“When did you…?” she asked, although she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer.

But getting to talk about Eddie always made you feel better - even though this particular topic made you blush. It also made you smile at the memory. “It was when we went back to your place in the RV.”

“When we slept?” she asked.

“Some sleeping was done,” you smiled sheepishly.

Nancy giggled, smiling at you like she hadn’t seen one from you in over a month and it was a welcome sight. She wiped your tears away.

“Nancy, what the fuck am I gonna do?” you asked with a laugh, but you were totally serious.

Nancy was honest. “I…don’t know.” She brushed your hair back, much like Eddie would. “But we always figure it out.”

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your latest posts have me thinking of ben with a perv younger gf reader that has too much energy and talks his ears off for fun 😩

she matches his freak so well that sometimes he's a little dumbfounded ughh

this INSPIRED ME to write a small drabble for it, i just couldn't resist bc she is me and i'm her

summary �� just annoying the grandpa x

cw — reader x soldier boy. smut 18+ (if you squint), cursing, flirting, drinking, sarcasm, teasing, billy and hughie make a small appearance.

word count — 1690 words

sure, flirting had been different when ben was younger, but this? the modern way of flirting? even he was out of his depths at times and that certainly took some serious skill and courage to silence him.

it had all started innocently when butcher had reached out to you for a "favour", as he called it. so what, a guy saves your life once and now you owe him? fuck sake.

"babysitting? do i look like a teenager trynna earn some pocket money?" you groan on the phone to butcher.

"listen love. easy gig, quick cash. it couldn't be any fucking simpler. you just need to keep the git alive and out o' trouble, yeah? even you could fucking figure that out." he mumbles in reply.

"what do i get out of it?" you huff as you bend down to tie your shoes, knowing you were going to agree to it, no matter what, but why not tease billy while you're at it?

"get out of it? the cheek on you is astounding. fuck, listen. you get to fuckin' relax and i'll pay for your bloody dinner and give you 100 for it, alright?"

"alright, alright." you hold your phone between your head and shoulder as you pull on your jacket. "text me the address and i'll be there in twenty." you replied. billy merely groaned and then the dial tone. "dick." you scoffed before checking your texts, pulling on your headphones and heading out into the wild jungle of new york.

much to your surprise, your "favour" wasn't as small as billy had made it sound on the phone when you finally showed up at the dingy apartment, alongside him and hughie. you step inside and immediately the smell of sex, weed and fast food overwhelms you as you gaze around at the abandoned take-away boxes and half-drunk whiskey bottles. a towering figure wanders out from the bedroom dressed in grey sweatpants and a new york giants button up t-shirt and a lit joint dangling from his lips. your eyes connect, mirroring the same expression of confusion and disbelief.

"who the fuck is this?" the man huffs as he takes a hit from his thick joint and studies you.

"yeah, butcher..." you turn and cock your head at him in disbelief. "who the fuck is this?" you jut your thumb behind you and hear him let out a low chuckle before both him and butcher erupt into a fit of laughter. you stare at hughie for an ounce of help but he looks equally as uncomfortable as you. "billy, when you said babysit, i thought you meant for a fucking 5 year old or something!"

"alright sweetheart, i am 105 so, close enough and i don't need no cock-suckin' babysitter anyway." he swaggers closer and sits down at the cluttered, rickety kitchen table and takes a swig of the closest whiskey bottle.

"you're literally not helping the situation, grandpa." you turn and sneer at him. he only guffaws and inhales more of his joint.

"what a firecracker you've got yourself there, butcher. if she doesn't rope in her fuckin' attitude, i can't guarantee she's alive when you come back." he says calmly, as if it's the most normal thing to say. you jerk forward but butcher and hughie quickly pull you back.

"excuse us a minute, mate." butcher smiles and drags you into the hallway as you continue to protest and shout insults at the asshole.

"you've finally lost your mind if you think i'm fucking sticking around and babysitting an actual murderer." you begin, but butcher quickly cuts you off.

"listen love, he's just kidding, alright? the fella's 105, right? he's doped up on all kinds of meds, he can't hurt a fly right now. plus, he's saving his energy so you're not in any real danger. trust me." billy sways as he gives you that devilish smile, you've grown to know too well. "just keep soldier boy entertained and busy, let him talk your fucking ear off. doesn't get easier." he shrugs.

"... soldier boy?" you pause. butcher rolls his eyes and with the help of hughie, they quickly describe their catastrophic trip to russia and discovering the bastard was still alive and how they plan to use him to stop homelander. you can only nod and hum as you try to absorb the severity of the situation, but with a grain of salt.

"alright. look, i'll 'babysit' him this once." you use air quotes before running your hands over your face, not believing what you're agreeing to. "but this, this is fucking crazy."

"yeah, yeah. thanks, love." butcher huffs before dragging you back into the apartment and explaining the situation to soldier boy before handing him another bag of miscellaneous pills. they wish you luck and stuff some bills in your hand for dinner and suddenly, it was just you and the 105-year old man-child stuck together.

the first few hours flew by without an incident and you weren't quite sure how you had managed to listen to his incoherent rants about modern society and the state of feminism without losing your mind. it might have something to do with the fact that he could explode and kill you at any moment, but it could be also be because he offered you good weed in return which made everything much more tolerable.

you had eaten some cheap-ass pizza from a nearby restaurant before settling down with a beer or two and watching whatever was showing on his shitty tv. you would occasionally hum or nod in agreement to whatever nonsense he spewed just to keep him sated; he was so into hearing his own voice that it didn't register to him that he had barely heard yours.

until you were moaning and groaning his name as he ruthlessly thrusted himself into you right there on the same couch, with your ankles dangling above your head and his hand firmly around your throat. you weren't sure how this happened or escalated, but you definitely weren't complaining as you marvelled at his toned body and handsome features. the sly, fox-like grin and matching mischievous eyes, toussled chestnut, brown hair and jawline you could cut yourself on. he pounded into your slick folds at a delicious pace, slowly dragging himself in and out of you and gazing in awe at where your bodies connected. his back scratched up and your throat littered with love bites; leaving little gifts for one another on each others bodies.

you let him take out his years of frustration and pent up anger on your body as you laid and relished in the sensation of it; welcoming every word that slipped past his plush lips and every grab from his calloused hands with a grin on your face as multiple orgasms washed over you and ebbed away at your previous hesitations. and that's how it started, this thing between you and ben.

it wasn't exactly healthy and didn't always work out, considering the amount of times you'd get into shouting matches with the older supe, but billy now had a reliable baby-sitter, so he wasn't going to complain.

"jesus christ, do you ever shut the fuck up?" ben groans as you complain about the state of his apartment, finding pizza crusts scattered around, as well as finding weapons and drugs just laying haphazardly in places where you'd least expect them.

"only when your cock is stuffed into my mouth." you state matter-of-factly as you're bent over and letting your eyes glance over the sad contents of it; a few beers, the aforementioned knife and one expired milk cartoon. ben visibly freezes and splutters, the beer in his mouth catching in his throat. you snap up, slam the fridge and give him a wink whilst hiding your small smirk. there is nothing you loved more than getting under his "thick" skin. you start unpacking the groceries you had gotten for you both; it was going to be another long night of keeping him in line and unlike him, you actually needed to eat.

"back in my day, ladies wouldn't have a mouth on 'em like you do." he scoffed, trying to act like your words weren't affecting him they way you know they were.

"you know ben? you're so fucking stuck in the past, that you have no clue how to function here! we're all trying to help you but you're just too fucking stubborn," you start and he lets out a groan as he knew what this meant; another one of your long tirades about whatever was occupying your mind. he was getting a taste of his own medicine, so he tried to keep his complains to a minimum as he settled into the kitchen chair and watch you with a beer. you rant for a little while and all he does is grunt and him, knowing it's better to just let you talk then to interrupt you; he's unsuccessfully tried a few times.

"looks like i need to fuck you harder to get my fuckin' message across." he just grumbles as you finally sit down opposite him with a scowl.

"if you're not careful, i'll fuck you harder and show how you a real women works these days." you laugh as ben takes over your previous scowl and just shakes his head. "oh ben, i am a ride that you wouldn't survive." you wink dramatically and to his dismay, he blushes before knocking back the rest of his beer.

"i should've stayed in the fucking '50's." he groans and runs his hands over his face, rubbing his beard as his tired eyes glance over you.

"but then, you wouldn't have experienced me bouncing on you, crazy style." you pout, leaning forward and grabbing his hands. he abruptly stands up and sighs before announcing that he needed a fucking nap and a bottle of jameson before he could handle anymore bullshit from you. you're left sat with a shit-eating grin, knowing that in an hour or two, he'll come crawling back and begging to hear you talk dirty to him as he pounds into you.

a/n: idk what this is but here we are. this is what my brain conjured up and honestly, this took too long for me to write, so im sorry anon that this is so late </3 -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @kayleighwinchester @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @doeinlace @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted (comment or inbox me to be added)

[thebluediner]

MIGHT'VE JUST LOST THE ALLEGATIONS

once again billie was at your house at noon because she had no plans for the day and was honestly bored. she just popped into your room for whatever reason you didn't bother to ask but when she came back out her mood had changed.

''was somebody here last night ?'' here as in was somebody in your room last night. billie asked her eyes looking at you like she already knew the answer but wanted it to be the latter.

'' in my room? no one why do you ask?'' you replied shifting your attention away from your phone to her

'' there's a jacket that's not yours in there'' billie said before sitting on a stool next to you leaning in as if was waiting for an explanation.

''oh got it from my date yesterday it was cold out plus I like it "' you answered her not shying away from her eyes in-fact you were too comfortable with the closeness between the two of you.

'' doesn't suit you '' she muttered under her breath looking anywhere else around the house.

'' so what would fit me yours ?'' you asked just to tease her and as an attempt to lighten up her mood.

'' yeah''

'' are you jealous ?'' you questioned genuinely shocked maybe this is why she was always in a pissy mood when you talked about your dates.

''and if I was?'' her eyes seemed to find your again. your eyes didn't miss the way she bit her lip she was nervous but she played it off.

''you can take me on a date too eilish I'm not picky '' you leaned onto the counter getting closer to her. again, you did not miss the way her eyes flicked to your lips.

'' right then go get ready ?" a smug smirk appeared on a face once the words left her lips

'' right now?'' your eyes widened a bit not expecting her actually do it.

'' you got anywhere else to be?'' she was right you didn't so you had no excuse to not go. that's exactly how your first date went leading to many more and your friendship fading into something more, something official.

people around the two of you thought you guys were already a bit too much when you weren't dating but now you're just insufferable. billie clung to you like somebody told her the moment she let go you were going to be snatched up. her hands roamed around your waist, lower back, around your shoulders, your thighs when she felt possessive over you they tread around your neck.

gosh the way billie wanted everyone to know you were hers she talked about you to everyone even strangers. every time somebody would talk to her she always found a way to mention you too. '' oh yeah my girlfriend right there chose my outfit today'' '' oh yeah my girlfriend likes that brand too'' '' oh yeah my girlfriend was talking about that earlier on'' '' oh yeah my girlfriend wrote that song'' '' oh yeah my girlfriend stars in that movie''.

billie was your number one supporter and she wanted everyone to know too. it was odd to not find her under your comments after posting something sometimes she'd be he one filling the comment section. the one time you had a collaboration with calvin klein. ''fuck baby I'm so hard'' ''when are you coming back home '' '' I need you so bad '' '' I'm going to explode I swear to god'' '' I'm gonna freak to this every single night ''

billie needed to show you off it was becoming her natural instinct. her wallpaper changed from that horny clock to a picture of you she took of you in her car right before she fucked you in it. she even wanted to rock up to every red carpet with you by her side but you refused not because you hated her like she claimed before you'd be too distracted by her you would forgot how to even do your job out there.

billie was an obvious car freak everybody knew that. she hated a mess in her car she hated foreign things polluting her space but not when it's you. her dashboard and her car holders were filled with your lipsticks, hair ties , bows and she didn't mind at all in-fact she left them out so anybody who came in would know you were there ,they would know she's claimed.

pda was definitely on the table for billie at this point in her mind she didn't even realise she was doing it she was just too lost in your presence to even register you were in-front of other people. if she felt the need to pull your body against hers she did so immediately with no hesitation if she felt like your lips tempted her she didn't waist a minute she kissed you there and there. if she felt your exposed shoulder needed a kiss she would place it there with no care who was filming and who wasn't .

billie would always ask you to come sleepover at her house. every time she would go to yours and when she came back it felt empty in her own house and she just missed you too much so she started calling you over. she said when you would come over by the time you leave her bed would smell like you and that somehow brought her relief when you weren't there .

billie refused to watch any romantic movies you starred in . the first time she did she wanted to cry in jealousy so she vowed to never again. well now when she watched them it was a ritual that you kiss her right after every romantic scene so she wouldn't feel so jealous. your friends and family said she was so pathetically in love with you when you told them about it.

god forbid you attended the same events you two were glued next to each other the entire time even in the after parties actually scratch that you were worse in the after parties. if a person would go in some corner there you two were. you were seated on billie;'s lap basically straddling her and billie's hands were all over you.

so yeah you two definitely lost the allegations

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

Slashers as hand holding gifs

title ^-^

characters included: brahms heelshire, billy lenz, michael myers, billy loomis, stu macher, asa emory, jesse cromeans, thomas hewitt, bubba sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

He needs to feel the entirety of your hand in his or he freaks the fuck out. hes needy, desperate for your warmth, and holds hands like a child. a child with huge fuckin hands.

Billy Lenz

he holds your hand so tight it hurts. you have to remind him to ease up. he shakes when you hold hands, starts clawing at your knuckles, so hes great at holding hands if youre into that. his hands are SWEATY as all hell and uncomfortably clammy.

Michael Myers

he doesnt hold hands. this is the most youll get from him on a good day. hes a cold lover, silent and untouching, but he also would never do these small touches with anyone else. youre lucky.

Billy Loomis

simple, sweet, and it makes him feel possessive over you. his hands are warm, small callouses littering the pads of his fingers. sometimes he'll hold your hands in a position thatll let him stroke your knuckles with his thumb. if your hands are smaller than his, he LOVES that. it strokes his enormous ego.

Stu Macher

simple, sweet, but christ are his hands sweaty. he also fidgets a lot. brushing his thumb over what knuckles of yours it can reach, flexing and unflexing his hands over and over, squeezing your hand lightly every now and then.

Asa Emory

its possessive, cold, and you cant expect much more. youre a pet to him, you just so happen to be his favorite. these moments where he touches you, holds your hand, theyre not to show affection. theyre to remind you what dynamic you two have, and how easily you have become his. to him, its a show of power and dominance, but to you, youre likely so stockholmed that its a sign that you really are his favorite specimen.

Jesse Cromeans

he will not initiate hand holding. thats up to you. but be careful, because if you do it when hes in an off mood, he'll push you away like you disgust and annoy him. when he does let you hold his hand, he will occasionally turn his palm up and mirror your affection. it feels formal, but you know that thats just how jesse is.

Thomas Hewitt

he's gentle, as if his hands could break yours (they. in fact, easily could.) he likes to hold hands during breakfast, getting some amount of serotonin and comfort in before another hard days work of tending to the farm and sometimes butchering some new fresh 'meat'. youre his domesticity, i hope you understand how important that has become for him.

Bubba Sawyer

he's jittery, inexperienced, and often times loves to scoop your hands up into his to pet and admire them. he shakes a lot and gets super excited at even the concept of holding hands, so expect a lot of movement. holding his hand with both of yours, and he'll melt.

[billieswh0r3]

✩︎ ’𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰’

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : you didn’t know who else to turn to. so billie fucks you for the first time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : dombsf!billie x subvirgin!reader, fingering, oral (r!receiving), teasing, reader cries, reader still lives with her parents, brief mention of accidental cutting (shaving)

𝐚/𝐧 : i love the thought of best friend billie being readers first time i don’t know why.

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.. ’𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰’

✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎✩︎

‘a’right yesyes safe travels’ you give your parents a quick yet tight hug before pushing them out of the door. ‘text me when you board and when you land’ i blow them a kiss as they dismiss me closing the door behind me.

you immediately move to the living room with your favorite bag of chips obviously dismissing your parents rule for no food on the couch. you put on your favorite show before relaxing into the couch. your feet that are adorning your shoes are placed on the couch dismissing another rule.

an hour later you’ve grown extremely bored. your head is hanging off the couch as you spam your bestfriend.

r : billie

r : billieeee

r : BILLIE

b : yeah mama?

r : my parents arent home

r : we can fuck obviously

you send that text with a teasingly smile obviously thinking she’s going to say your crazy and you’ll have to take care of yourself as always. but to your surprise— that decline never comes.

b : omw

you gasp sitting up your cheeks flushing with slight embarrassment. you were kidding. your happy it’s happening but— you were just kidding.

you sprint upstairs muttering curse words as you make your way to the shower. you had approximately 10 minutes to shave, exfoliate and do all the other shit to prepare. to say you were freaking out was an understatement.

you accidentally cut your legs due to how fast you were moving before moving to exfoliate your legs after. you quickly wash your hair before rushing out of the shower quickly slipping into an oversized shirt which happened to be billies and a small pair of sleep shorts before moving to lotion your legs.

before you can even think of relaxing, you hear a knock on the door. your stomach is in knots due to nervousness and excitement as you stand up slowly from your bed. your praying to yourself as you make your down stairs walking to the door.

you count yourself down before opening the door. you breath hitches at the sight of her. you weren’t sure if it was cause you knew what was coming or what. she looked so good.

her cap sitting on top of her beanie, her glasses resting on her nose and ears, her light makeup scattered across her face, shes wearing a striped dark blue and dark green shirt, with black baggy jorts.

‘hey, come in’ you smile widely at her moving to the side letting her in as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth getting more nervous. you close the door locking it behind you moving behind her as she makes her way upstairs to your room.

as you make your way into your room you immediately flop your bed expecting herself to follow in pursuit still not fully convinced that it was actually going to happen.

‘wanna watch tv?’ you ask grabbing the remote from your nightstand table as you face her looking up at her with a tilted head.

you see her smile softly as she shakes her head. ‘what happened to ‘we can fuck?’ to shy now mmh?’ she says lowly moving onto your bed grabbing your chin.

and thats when you know— she wasn’t fucking kidding. your breath hitches as you look up at her feeling yourself begin to get wet, your lips parting ever so slightly.

‘bil- billie’ you say in flusteredness, shock and shyness. she tilts her head like shes confused on why your shocked. this is your best fucking friend and she was about to fuck you.

‘your serious’ you whisper your hands wrapping around her wrist as you look up at her wide eyed letting out a shaky breath.

‘im down if you wanna’ she nods softly rubbing her thumb across your cheek bone letting you know its your call.

you swallow harshly giving her a soft nod ignoring all the butterflies swarming your stomach your hands dropping from her wrist as you grip the sheets.

‘lay back pretty girl’ she says lowly into your ear pushing you back onto the bed slowly letting you be in complete control but also letting you know that she’s gonna take care of you.

she takes you off guard as she presses her lips onto yours. you feel your cheeks heat up as your arms wrap around her neck pulling her closer.

this isn’t the first time you guys have kissed but this time there is something coming with the kiss after.

she pulls away slowly moving her lips down your neck, your hands find their place in her hair threading through it softly. you begin to pant slightly feeling her tongue lick over a mark that she just left.

she pulls away chucking at your soft panting rubbing her thumb over the fresh marks on your neck. her other hand moving slowly to your shorts tugging them down slowly.

your breath hitches feeling her fingers come in contact with your clit over your panties. ‘move it for me mamas’ she says lowly looking at your through her eyelashes.

you whine in slight confusion and with slight irritation. you shake your head slowly trying to shirt against her hand. ‘nah baby…this is your first time, want it to feel good for you— move my hand to pleasure yourself’ she mumbles her thumb pressing slightly more pressure.

you groan pushing your head back further into the pillow. your hands find their slithering down placing it on top of her hand beginning to move it slightly immediately letting out a whine.

‘like— like that’ you nod slowly letting out soft pants moving your hand off of hers letting her rub your by herself. you see her move down getting eye level with your pussy as she leans her cheek against your thigh.

you continue to whimper grinding against her hand, you see her smirk as she looks up at you through her eyelashes. you feel yourself clench around nothing.

‘mmh your so pretty baby..’ she mumbles grabbing the side of your panties pausing to look up at you asking for permission. you shakily nod as she pulls the thin fabric to the side.

‘you don’t know how long ive wanted to do this angel..’ she gently runs her index finger between your folds. it elicits a long whine pushing your head back into the pillow.

‘billie’ you whimper loudly your hands moving to grip onto her hair. ‘that’s it baby’ she groans probing your hole slightly, pushing it in slowly. a long throaty moan leaves you. you’ve fucked yourself before but this felt so much different— so much better.

‘f-fast’ you moan feeling her speed quicken. ‘for a virgin you sure know how to ask for what you want’ you whimper at her comment already feeling yourself close.

‘like this baby? like having your bestfriends fingers stuffed into your pretty cunt?’ she curls her index finger slipping in her middle one stretching you out a bit.

you moan loudly nodding grinding onto her quickly. ‘gonna cum’ you mumble, she smirks placing her thumb on your clit rubbing tight circles onto it. the knot in your tummy immediately snaps and all you see is white.

long moans leave you as you repeat her name like its the only thing you have ever learned to say. your pants coming out sharp and shaky as you clutch onto your own hair tugging slightly.

you pant heavily picking your head up— looking up at her seeing her eyes fixated on your pussy a soft smile on her lips as— she begins to lean away from you which causes you to let out pathetic whines immediately missing her touch.

you sigh heavily seeing her get onto her knees your head falling back against your pillow immediately knowing whats coming.

‘ready mama?’ she looks up at you from between your thighs pressing a soft kiss to your clit as you let out a whine whilst nodding frantically your hips immediately shifting trying to find more pleasure.

‘please’ you whine slightly and she immediately gives in— licking a strong swipe onto you— your hands immediately flying to her hair tugging as you let out a loud moan grinding yourself down onto her face quickly.

‘billie’ you whimper softly feeling her smile against you while her eyes find your face admiring how it contorts into pleasure. ‘i know baby, i know’ she mumbles against you sucking roughly on your clit before bringing her thumb up pushing it into you easily.

‘oh fuck— ‘m gonna cum’ you groan knowing that after your last orgasm you would finish quickly. tears fall down the sides of your face at the immense pleasure you were feeling as you continue to chase your high by grinding yourself down onto her your lips parting as a pink hue shades your cheeks.

‘mmph—fuck’ you mumble cumming your eyes screwing shut, your eyebrows pinching together as you grip onto her hair soft ‘yes’s’ slipping past your lips as you come down.

once your done billie moves up your body peppering kisses along her way before reaching your lips capturing your lips into a messy kiss before falling besides you smiling down at you as she pushes you into her side her fingers running up and down your arm softly.

‘thank you’ you mumble feeling completely worn out as you relax against the mattress your eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself slowly beginning to fall asleep.

‘no mama, thank you’ she whispers to you before you fall asleep pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before relaxing into the bed herself.

[steddiealltheway]

"You're dead, Harrington!"

Steve sprints off down the hall, making a sharp left turn in hopes of losing him. He looks around at the doors, eyes settling on the drama room. Yeah, no one would guess that he would go in there.

He runs and easily pulls the door open, softly closing it behind him, leaning against the door to listen for Billy.

"You can't run from me!" he yells, somewhere outside in the hallway.

Shit.

Steve backs up a bit until he runs into something, and suddenly there's a hand covering his mouth with rings digging into his cheek while a bit of silver glints in his eyes. "Don't freak out, Harrington. I'm here to help. Hide behind the red curtain."

The guy lets him go, and Steve whips around taking in the guy everyone calls "The Freak." He just raises his eyebrows at him, so Steve takes the hint and darts behind the red curtains behind a throne of some kind.

There's a slight creaking, then Steve hears the door swing open and slam against the wall.

"Billy Hargrove. I didn't know you were interested in theatre," the freak says smugly. Eddie? That's his name, right?

"I'm not," Billy grits out. "I'm looking for Harrington. Seen him anywhere, freak?"

"Why would he be in here?"

Steve hears heavy footsteps as he walks closer to the curtain. "That's not what I asked," Billy says darkly.

"Well, I answered, didn't I?" Eddie replies, voice low with an undertone of danger. Shit, Steve didn't know he had it in him. "If you're so dense, then let me clarify. I haven't seen him. Now get lost or you'll never find him before lunch is over."

There's a pause, and Steve is certain that a fight is about to break out. Only, nothing really happens until Billy says, "One day you're going to pay for that, freak."

"Looking forward to it," Eddie says sarcastically.

A few seconds later and the door closes. There's a click that sounds like the lock turning which has Steve peeking out of the curtain.

"You can come out now."

Steve steps outside the curtain slowly, making sure this isn't some sort of sick joke. But he doesn't think Billy is that much of a planner, he's too impulsive.

When he doesn't spot him, Steve says, "Thanks. It's Eddie, right?"

The other boy looks surprised and even gets a small smile on his face. "Yeah."

"I'm Steve," he introduces himself, sticking out his hand and everything.

He gets a scoff and a, "Yeah, I know," in response, but Eddie still takes his hand and shakes it.

"I like your rings," Steve says genuinely. They're cool really. He wishes he would wear something like that without his parents and teammates getting onto him about it.

"Thanks," Eddie says, pulling a bit of his hair in front of his hair. It's cute really, almost like he's flustered.

Huh. He'll unpack that thought later.

"How did you get Billy to back off like that? I've never seen anyone do that." He can't help but be in a bit of awe about the whole thing.

Eddie chuckles. "I supply his weed. He knows better than to hurt me."

"Mabe I should start selling him weed then."

Eddie laughs loudly, showing off his dimples. Steve can't help but smile back.

"Hey," Eddie says, making his way to the throne and sitting back. "What did you do to get him that riled up anyways?"

Steve groans and takes a seat at the table in front of Eddie. "I know his little sister, Max. I just asked him how she was doing, and he freaked out. I think he misunderstood my tone."

Eddie laughs again, and Steve starts to believe that maybe the whole thing was worth it to see the boy's smile.

A silence settles between them, but Steve doesn't mind. It gives him a chance to look at him more.

It must fluster Eddie again because he ducks his head down and shakes his head.

"What?" Steve can't help but ask.

Eddie looks back at him. "Nothing, I just can't believe that Steve Harrington is sitting at my D and D table."

D&D... "Oh, that's like Dungeons and Dragons, right?"

Eddie's jaw drops. "You know what Dungeons and Dragons is?"

Steve shrugs. "My friend plays it, but he's in middle school, so you wouldn't know him. But hey, that's where the demogorgan thing comes from, right?"

Eddie continues to stare at him in disbelief mumbling something under his breath like He's friends with middle schoolers, and he knows what a demogorgan is. What the hell? Am I dreaming? He shakes his head and says clearly, "Yeah, yeah, that's where the Demogorgan comes from."

Another silence settles between them, and Steve doesn't know why he says it but he asks, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

Once again, it looks like Eddie is about to have a meltdown, but Steve stands his ground. He's curious really.

Eddie shifts in his seat a bit uncomfortably before quietly asking, "Haven't you heard the rumors?"

Steve leans back in his seat and scratches his face absentmindedly. He's heard about "The Freak" before, but he didn't really pay much attention. He knows he sells weed. He failed senior year once or twice, he forgot how many times people said. And he once heard that he's a...

Oh.

"So, do you have a boyfriend then?"

Eddie freezes, fear evident all over his tense body.

"It's fine if you do," Steve assures him.

Eddie runs both his hands over his face and questions out loud, "Am I dreaming?"

"Do you dream about me often?" Steve flirts, leaning forward on the table. He can't help it, he likes how affected Eddie is by him.

Eddie looks at him for a solid fifteen seconds, tongue running over his top lip and brows furrowed in deep thought. He relaxes against his chair with a sigh. "You're not at all what people say you are."

Steve shrugs, uncomfortable that the topic has turned to be about him. "I try not to be."

"It's a good thing," Eddie says.

Steve smiles. He didn't know how much he needed to hear that.

The bell rings, and Steve feels a pang of disappointment.

"Hey," Eddie says as he stands up alongside Steve. He reaches into his black metal lunchbox and pulls out a sandwich in a little bag and a banana. He tears the sandwich in half and offers it to Steve along with the banana. "It isn't much, but I doubt you ate lunch. Have to keep all our star players in shape, right?" he asks with a wink.

Steve wishes he could stay longer to see him relax more. He takes them both, unpeeling the banana quickly while asking, "Is that weed in there?"

"Among other things."

Steve laughs and takes a large bite of the banana that has Eddie looking away, turning a light shade of red. Now he really wishes he could stay longer.

He finishes his bite and says, "Hey, it was really nice to meet you by the way."

"You too," Eddie says with a soft smile, finally looking back at him.

The warning bell rings.

Steve sighs. "I'll see you around, and hey, pass on a word to the next D and D leader about Dustin Henderson, will you?"

"Will do," Eddie says, and Steve's glad that it sounds like a promise.

He heads to the door and unlocks it quickly, pausing to rush back and press a soft kiss on Eddie's cheek. "Thank you again," he says before rushing out of the room with his heart pounding and a blush spreading over his face.

He can't help but think that he should thank Billy for being such an asshole.

[nameless-ken]

Fic Recs Masterlist - Billy Hargrove

I've put together a list of Billy fics/imagines so they're easy to find! I'm so obsessed with all of these :)

Please let me know if I've tagged your story and want it removed.

Thank you to all the writers for providing such amazing words <3

FIC RECS PART 2

Imagines

Piercings and Polaroids - @thephantomofthe-internet

Club Heaven - @billys-pretty-babe

Life Guard - @writethrough

loving you - @bookshelf-dust

billy vs. the grinch - @bookshelf-dust

you wanna talk about it? - @bookshelf-dust

kids show up, and i get no kisses - @bookshelf-dust

all because of a fucking skating rink - @bookshelf-dust

god, this place is such a shit hole - @bookshelf-dust

Your Part Of My Family - @chloe-skywalker

Halloween Party - @chloe-skywalker

Heather - @thelovelylolly

i know a place - @billysbabyy *smut

At Peace - @billys-pretty-babe

Gone - @billys-pretty-babe

Better Off As Friends - @billys-pretty-babe

Happy Birthday, Baby - @billys-pretty-babe

Not freaks - @ashwhowrites

When The World Seems So Cruel - @queers-gambit *smut

Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s

and I didn't like the ending - @billysbabyy

What’s ok for me - @pastel-pillows

SUPERNOVA - @billlydear

GOT A LIGHT? - @billlydear

MEDIC - @billlydear

It's Always Been You - @thegreencanary

Love is Too Simple a Word - @fics-and-quotes-andthelike

A Place to Land - @writethrough

Found You - @writethrough

starved - @starrywriting

forget - @capricornuh

I Know Better - @writethrough

As it Should Be - @waiting4inspiration

Shining Through - @sweet-villain

All Mine - @duramater97

Billy Hargrove x Reader !Panic Attack!SA! - @kennarose1108

Healing Touch - @waiting4inspiration

A Treat - @sweet-villain

You and Me - @tastefulstars

Night's like These - @billyhargrove-s

Up and Out - @queers-gambit Part 2

Billy's Girl - @thewritingofamadwoman

The Only Destination - @writethrough

Lost Things, Found Beginnings - @writethrough

One Last Goodbye - @thelovelylolly

Bodyguard - @ashwhowrites

dream - @alloftheimagines

i need my girl - @alloftheimagines

Give - @steph-speaks

[lovebugism]

Im a very indecisive person but I guess I'll go with “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” with Eddie, if you have any inspiration for this prompt 💕

ty for requesting!! — you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him (grump!reader, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, shameless succession reference, 1.9k)

“Please, tell me you’re joking,” you mumble through the melting vanilla shake on your tongue.

Robin grins at you across the table and shakes her head. “Nope,” she says, popping the p. “You are officially looking at Vicki Carmichael’s latest odyssey.”

You and Eddie look over your shoulder at Steve. He stands at the front counter and fumbles with the straw dispenser — hitting the lever repeatedly, with an increasingly rougher touch when nothing comes out. He flounders when they all spill out at once. 

He’s lucky he’s so pretty.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Eddie announces from beside you after stealing a sip of your milkshake. He squints and fights off a brain freeze. “Why didn’t he just tell us? He’s screwing the hottest girl in town— it feels like something he’d brag about.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you scoff, mostly kidding.

“‘Cause he knew you guys would totally ream him for it,” Robin answers and pinches fry crumbs into her mouth. Through a mouthful of them, she says, “It’s not like you’re usually supportive about this kinda stuff.”

“I’m all for Steve being a slut, okay?” you defend with your hands up in surrender. “But I do draw the line at my best friend fucking the girl who bullied me in high school.”

“What’d she do?” Eddie asks. You can’t tell if he really cares or if he just wants something new to laugh at you for, but you decide to humor him anyway.

“She cut out the boobs of my gym shirt before class because she knew if I dressed out again, I was getting detention,” you explain, smiling when it makes the table laugh. “I had to run the mile with my bright pink sports bra showing, but at least my record was clean.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Steve wonders aloud when he returns to the table, carrying the only straw that hadn’t fallen to the floor. He slides into the booth next to Robin and looks at the three of you expectantly.

“Nothing.” the brunette girl chirps.

“You,” Eddie deadpans.

You squint. “Real smooth, Munson.”

“Wait, what?”

Eddie laughs. “I mean, Vicki Carmichael? Seriously?”

Steve gapes at Robin, features yawned in betrayal. “You told them?” 

The girl shrugs, taking a big bite of her burger and playing coy.

“She’s hot and everything, but she’s really not your type, man.”

Steve’s eyes narrow across the table. “What’s that supposed to mean, freak?”

“She likes bad boys,” you answer for him, shrugging like it’s obvious. “You know, the Billy Hargrove types. With tattoos and leather jackets and long hair. And, no offense, but you’re the furthest thing from that.”

“I think you just described me, doll,” Eddie laughs.

“Weren’t you screwing around with Billy Hargrove a couple months ago?” Steve wonders with a knowing, honeyed squint.

“Shut up, Harrington,” you bite.

Eddie grins with all his teeth, pink and boyish and proud. “Oh, so you’re screwing guys that are just like me now, huh? I’m flattered.”

“If anything, you’re the dollar store version of Billy Hargrove, Munson,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to the milkshake in front of you. You stab holes in the thick ice cream and try to ignore the sudden attention.

All the eyes on you make you nervous. You were never good at being the butt of the joke. ‘Cause when you get embarrassed, you get mean. Like some kinda hurt dog.

“You have everything but the looks.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie snorts and snatches the frosted glass away from you. He slides it over to his side of the table and sips from the straw that has your lipstick stained on the tip of it. “You can’t insult me—”

“Can’t I?”

“—Not when you’re fucking a carbon copy of me,” he scoffs and tries to ignore the jealousy burning wildfires behind his ribcage.

“He’s nothing like you,” you insist.

“He’s exactly like me. Just blonde. And watered down,” Eddie argues, face twisted with disgust. He smiles when it makes everyone else laugh but you. “I mean, it’s kinda sad, actually. I turned you down, so you had to try it out with Hargrove?”

“I didn’t try it, first of all, I fucking conquered it,” you retort, not exactly joking but grinning when it makes Steve and Robin chuckle to themselves. “And second of all, I never wanted you, Munson. So there was never anything to turn down.”

Your words sting somewhere deep in his chest. Like there’s a knife lodged deep in his heart that aches every time he breathes. He doesn’t know what to do with this hurt other than hurt you back. 

“So that night you told me you liked me after my show— that was all a lie?” he asks, smirking to hide his ache.

Robin’s eyes go wide as she bites into her burger. “What is this? A sleepover?” she scoffs with her mouth full. “Why is everyone telling each other’s secrets?”

“You started it, Buckley,” Steve quips before stealing one of her fries.

Your answer is immediate. A total lie, but instant nonetheless. No one’s gonna out-insult you. Rarely ever do you come out of petty arguments without having drawn the most blood.

“Yeah! You bombed, and I felt bad, and I wanted to make you feel better,” you confess with a sinister giggle. “What I really wanted to say is that I wish your mom had given birth to a can opener because at least then it might be good at something.”

Eddie meets your smirk with a glower, something genuinely pained that makes your chest sting. You refuse to show it, though. Not even when he slides out of the booth. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you,” he mumbles to himself as he goes.

“What?” you scoff a cynical laugh.

“C’mon,” Steve murmurs quietly to you. “That was a little too far.”

“Oh, so he can make fun of me, but I can make fun of him?”

“It’s different. You know that.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he’s right. Eddie’s a clown, but he means well. He’s a dumbass because he doesn’t know how to be serious about anything, but he’s hardly ever outright mean. 

You’re made of something more hardened than that. You set fires all around you, and only when a person walks through it do you know they really care. You don’t mean to be so mean half the time. It’s a defense mechanism more than anything. A time-bomb you never really learned to defuse.

“It was a joke, Eds!” you shout as he storms the short distance to the entrance of the diner.

“Well, surprise. I have feelings—” he grins, though there’s little emotion behind it. The door dings over his head when he shoves it open. He reaches for the crushed packet of cigarettes in his pocket. “—And you just hurt them.”

The diner feels strangely silent with him gone. The air feels noticeably heavy, too. 

You reach for the milkshake he left on his side of the table and slide it audibly back over to you. You don’t sip from it, though. Your stomach’s too much in knots now. You just busy your fidgeting hands with it, holding the frosted glass in your delicate palms until they ache.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble, not meeting the silent looks Robin and Steve give you across the booth.

“Go talk to him before you give him a complex.”

“Yeah,” the boy hums with a knowing smile. “Go kiss and make up.”

“Shut up,” you bite with a scrunched-together face. You deflate with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll go— but not because you told me to.”

You hear them laugh quietly to themselves as you walk out behind Eddie. 

He leans against the corner of the old building and blows smoke from his lungs. He looks relatively unfazed despite the circumstances. You swallow down the worry that you’re embarrassing yourself by being out here at all.

Your shoes scuff against the sidewalk as you near him. “Eds—”

“I’m fine,” he interjects before you can say anything real. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Well, it’s too late. Steve and Robin already kicked me out here, so…” You trail off in a monotone, despite having already declared that you were out here not because you were told to be. He doesn’t need to know that, though. “…I’m sorry.”

He takes a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, then shrugs on the exhale. “Okay.”

“The can opener thing was stupid— I mean, it wasn’t nice either, but it was a really dumb joke,” you ramble without taking a single breath. You cross your arms over yourself in a makeshift shield. “You didn’t even bomb that night. At your show or whatever. I lied. You were… You were actually really good.”

Eddie turns his head slowly. He blinks at you with chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.

You cower under his stare. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he insists with a crooked smile.

“What?” you repeat, forcing a laugh.

“You’re fucking with me,” he chuckles and brings the cig back to his mouth. He mumbles through the stick. “But it’s cool, you know? I can cope.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you argue. And then, when your chest starts to sting, it becomes impossible not to make a joke. “I think you’re a… super-talented superstar—”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he interjects with a sincere laugh, like honey and gunpowder.

You giggle, and the foreign tension ebbs.

“I’m just kidding,” you assure and prop your back against the wall beside him. “Well, I mean, I’m not, but I…” You stammer when you can’t find the words. You gesture wildly with your hands. “I do think you’re talented, it’s just— It’s hard for me to be serious, okay? But I am sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures, tossing the cigarette to the ground and snuffing the ash with his sneaker. “Trust me. I know what you mean.”

You swallow hard. “And I wasn’t… What I said to you that night, in your van after the show… I wasn’t lying.”

Eddie’s head snaps up. He blinks at you with a gaping gaze, even though you’re not looking at him to see it. You’re much more focused on the dumpster across the street, lest you meet his eyes and get embarrassed all over again. 

This is the realest you’ve ever been with him, you think — since you told him you liked him and he all but turned you down.

Being vulnerable has been impossible since then.

“Then why’d you never talk to me about it again?” he asks, then stammers over himself. “You acted like it never even happened— I thought I fucking— like, dreamt it or some shit.”

“Because you didn’t say anything back! I thought you didn’t feel the same way!”

“I was just— I was just shocked. You always act like you hate me!”

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you blurt before you mean to, then huff with impatience at yourself. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know… I don’t know how to be nice to people I like.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie laughs, shifting on the brick wall until his shoulder rubs against it. He looks down at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time — glittering with the hope of finally getting close to you, of finally having something real.

“Don’t laugh!” you argue. “I’m trying really hard here!”

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, leaning in until you can taste the nicotine on his breath. In a honeyed tone, he confesses, “It’s a good thing I like you mean, then, huh?”

Your heart lurches into your throat. He smirks when you freeze, and knocks his shoulder against yours when he heads back into the diner.

The game of cat and mouse continues.