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midnight visitor - billy hargrove x harrington!reader

pairing: billy x harrington!reader

summary: billy climbs in your window after an episode with his dad and you try to hide your relationship from your big bro steve

length: 1.9k (i got carried away with soft!billy)

warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse (billy's dad)

a.n: set around s2/3 ish? there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!

It was late on a Tuesday night and as usual, you were doing homework, books sprawled out on your bed. You’d been at it for hours and your eyes stung but there was a huge test coming up that you couldn't fail. It would ruin your whole Harrington reputation and since your older brother, Steve, graduated, it was up to you to continue the family legacy.

The problem was, you didn’t care much. It’s not that you didn’t care about your education, because you did and you were grateful. But your parents (when they were around) would put immense amounts of pressure on you and you hated it. Steve managed to break away from it a bit and a part of you hated him a little for it, but you couldn’t blame him. If you could, you would forget about an Ivy League school and stay in Hawkins with your friends, get a job and have the life you actually wanted. And it was thanks to a certain someone who helped you realise what you actually wanted, not your parents - Billy Hargrove.

You’d met on his first day of school when he’d waltzed in late to your math class and his entire persona dripped of Bad Boy. And yet, there was a certain nervousness to him as he sat beside you, fingers drumming on the desk repetitively. After a while, it got on your nerves enough for you to place your hand on top of it to stop the incessant noise. He had blinked and looked at you - and that was it. You had fallen head over heels for him.

No one could know, at first. If your friends (and Steve) found out that you were dating the school’s, hell, Hawkins’, biggest bad boy then you would be murdered on sight. It didn’t take Billy long to replace your brother’s ‘King Steve’ place and even though you were fairly popular too, you still couldn’t tell anyone that Y/N Harrington was in love with Billy Hargrove. But, steadily, people found out. Max and Lucas were first after they caught you and Billy in the middle of things after school one day and you swore them to secrecy. But of course, Lucas told Dustin, Mike, and Will. And if the boys knew, it was only a matter of time before your brother found out.

Somehow, it had been a month and Steve hadn’t said a word to you. You picked up your history textbook as you thought about it. Did Steve know? Had the boys finally told him and he just hadn’t addressed it yet or did he truly not know?

A tap on your window rouses you from your thoughts. You frowned. Did you imagine it? The clock on your bedside table told you it was near midnight. You’d been studying since seven and had barely stopped to breathe. Maybe you were just tired. But then it came again and you definitely hadn’t imagined that.

You rose from your bed, papers and books shifting at the disturbance. Your bedroom overlooked the pool and the floodlights outside barely illuminated a figure at the bottom of your window, but this was a familiar enough routine that you knew who it was. You unlatched your window and pushed it all the way up, leaning out. The night air made your bare arms break out in goosebumps and you shivered.

“Billy?” you whispered, hoping that Steve was asleep in the room next door. Your parents were away for the week so you didn’t have to worry about them, but Steve was like a watchdog.

Normally, Billy would be leaning against the wall with a smirk on his mouth and a quip ready on his lips that would always wind up with the pair of you tangled in your bedsheets and out of breath. But sometimes…sometimes he was quiet. Sad. Beaten.

Tonight was one of these times.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice almost broken. You wondered how bad it was this time.

“Come on,” you said simply. He always waited for permission before entering your bedroom and you found that sweet, even in the state he was in. Slowly, you watched him climb up the side of your house, using the windows and pipes and the sheer strength of his muscles to pull himself into your window. You helped him in and pulled the window back down as quietly as you could but you stumbled and it landed with a clatter. You tensed and both you and Billy waited for sounds of Steve. Sure enough, his footsteps sounded down the hall and there was a knock on your day.l “Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Steve voice came from outside your bedroom door.

“Yep, all good!” you called back, hoping you were convincing. “My window got stuck again.”

“Oh, okay. Well, night!” Steve replied and you listened to him leave, only relaxing when you heard his bedroom door close again.

When you turned around, you gasped. Billy’s eye was almost swollen shut and there was a lovely, vicious bruise forming along his jaw. His top lip was also split, slightly swollen and dried blood painted it. Your heart sank to the floor. “Oh, Billy,” you sighed.

He finally met your eyes, shining with tears. “’S not that bad,” he brushed it off. “But I can’t clean it up.” You picked up on what he was asking without words, as always. He was asking for help.

You swallowed thickly and nodded. “Of course. Come here.” You led him to your bed as always and he perched on the edge, careful to move your books to the side.

As you went to your desk to retrieve your supplies for these situations, Billy glanced around your room. On his usual visits, he never really paid any attention to it. He was otherwise occupied. But whenever he showed up like this, he studied every inch of it as if by examining the walls, he was examining the inside of your brain. And, you supposed, he was.

He looked at which record you had listened to most recently (Queen’s The Works) and what books you were reading (a lot of Jane Austen, looking at your bookcase). He loved learning little details about your life that you didn’t realise he cared about. He’d also never admit it out loud but he loved listening to you talk for hours about what you loved, thinking that he had no idea what you were talking about when really he knew exactly what you were saying.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. Your back was turned but you frowned at him as you turned around, first aid kit in your hand.

“Sorry?” you repeated. “For what?”

He waved around your room. “For interrupting so late. Didn’t mean to.”

You came over and knelt on the floor between his legs. There was nothing remotely sexual about it this time and you took his hands gently in yours and made him look at you. “Billy, it’s fine. I’d rather you be here than there.” He knew where you meant. At home, with his asshole father that did this to him. You wondered what Billy had done this time that had caused his father to flip. You never asked explicitly. If Billy wanted to tell you, he would. He usually didn’t and you never pressed. But you knew it was usually about Max and how he should be more responsible for her. Which, you thought, was rather unfair. Max was her own person and god knows she had a mind of her own. Billy didn’t want to look after his step sister all the time and you understood that. But his father didn’t.

You took a deep breath as he nodded. Letting go of his hands, you unzipped the first aid kit and got to work. “This is going to hurt,” you said like always, even though he knew. This had happened enough times that he knew exactly what would happen when you pressed a cloth with alcohol to his lip to clean the wound. He hissed and you used your other hand to grip his leg to keep him still. He placed his hands on your shoulders to keep himself steady as you worked to clean up the mess his father had left.

You tried to fill the silence with distractions. “So Steve hasn’t said anything yet.”

Billy’s eyebrow on his good eye lifted in surprise. “No? Interesting.” He mumbled. “Reckon he knows I’m banging the better looking Harrington?” You gave him a look and smacked him arm very lightly, but a smile tugged at your lips. There was Billy’s humour returning. He grinned at you. “What?” he said innocently. “I’m being honest. You really are better looking than him.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded but your tone was entirely un-serious. “To answer your question properly, no I don’t think he knows yet. There’s no way in hell he’d be quiet if he found out what you were doing to his baby sister.”

Billy smirked. “Maybe we should tell him. I could do with a good laugh right about now.”

You set down your supplies as you finished and tossed the blood-stained cloths in the bin. “Absolutely not,” you shook your head before standing up and looking down at him. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “All done and all handsome again.”

He brought you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your middle. His head rested on your stomach and you gently played with his hair for a moment. “Thank you,” he mumbled into your top.

“Always,” you told him sincerely.

He sighed and pulled away. “I suppose I should get back. I’ve disturbed your study session enough.” He made to stand up but you shook your head.

“Uh-uh. There’s no way you’re going back home tonight. You know the drill, Hargrove.” He blinked at your sudden dominance and bowed his head, relenting.

“Yes, sir,” he huffed a laugh and looked at your bed, head cocked. “I would offer to put this shit away but we both know I’d mess with your system.”

“Quite right,” you nodded before gathering your study materials and quietly placing them on your desk. Then you got ready for bed as usual, turning off the main light and putting on your night light that Billy had teased you about for weeks the first time he’d visited your room. You tossed Billy one of his spare t-shirts that you kept in the bottom drawer of your dresser and the pair of you dressed for bed, removing your jeans and climbing into bed beside each other.

You laid with your head on his chest, listening to his breathing, glad he was okay. Nights like this always humbled you, grateful for the family you had even though you had your own problems. At least your parents never hurt you the way Billy’s dad did to him.

“Goodnight, princess,” Billy said quietly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Night, Billy.” He snuggled in closer and turned the pair of you until your back was pressed against his chest. But as you moved, something shifted in the bed and fell out, landing with a hard slam on the floor.

“Shit!” you hissed, the pair of you sitting up to see a stray textbook on the floor. You’d missed one.

“Y/N?” Steve was outside the door again and you barely had time to stop him before he opened the door. As Steve’s eyes landed on you, his baby sister, and Billy Hargrove in bed together, he screamed.

“Shit,” you repeated.

As Steve began to lecture you, Billy pressed a kiss to your shoulder and muttered, “Well, I guess your brother knows.”

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midnight visitor pt. 2 - billy hargrove

pairing: billy x harrington!reader

summary: pt.2 requested by @siriusdumblittlepuppy :) follows on from steve finding out you and billy are dating

length: 1.5k

warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of abuse (billy’s dad), insecurity (abt how the reader could be with billy)

a.n: set around s2/3 ish? there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!

It took Steve a good two minutes to stop talking. When he finished, he breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You done now?” you asked your brother. He scrunched his nose up and shook his head, mostly in disbelief.

“Y/N,” he began in that tone of his that makes you roll your eyes. He looked lost for words so you sat up, Billy doing the same behind you. You half blocked him with your body, keeping him out of the wrath of your brother. Even if you knew Billy could take it, this was about you and Steve, not Billy and Steve.

“Steve.” You caught his attention. “This isn’t something new. And it’s not just a one-time thing, though even if it was it wouldn’t be any of your business.” You paused and glanced behind you at Billy. He was trying to hide his bruised face in the shadows and your heart broke for him a little. He only ever let you see him like this. He’d hate for the guy he replaced as King of Hawkins to see him so vulnerable. He chews his lip nervously and you give him a small smile and face your brother again. “I love him, Steve. And I’m pretty sure he loves me, too. And I’ve had to put up with you and your fair share of girls you’ve sneaked in when mom and dad aren’t here, so I’ll thank you to keep out of my business.”

Steve’s mouth fell open. He closed it at the sight of your glare and his eyes flicked over to Billy. If he noticed the bruises, he said nothing, keeping to himself instead. He knew he couldn’t really tell you off. You were right—Steve had invited girls over multiple times when your parents were away and bribed you to secrecy with promises of doing it for you in the future. Now the moment was here, he just didn’t think it would be with Billy freaking Hargrove of all people.

And yet, he’d seen the look of surprise on Billy’s face when you’d said you loved each other. And not a bad kind of surprise either, the kind that warmed your stomach and made your heart beat a little faster. It was how he had felt with Nancy. It was confirmation that Billy did in fact love you and something about it hurt him in a good way. He shook his head. Love was hard to understand.

“Alright, Y/N,” Steve said after a moment of silence. “I won’t get in your way. Just…just don’t break her heart, Hargrove.”

Billy’s head lifted. “Never, Harrington.”

Steve nodded and he left, muttering something about kids in love on his way out. When he was back in his room, you turned to Billy. “Look, Billy—”

His lips pressed to yours, cutting you off. He didn’t pull away until you were both breathless and he rested his forehead on yours, panting slightly. “I love you, princess. I do.”

“Oh,” you breathed in relief. “I’m so glad because I kind of just said it hoping you did love me, since I love you and I know it’s only been a few months or whatever but I know you like the back of my hand and I wanna be here for every bad night and every good night you have. Through thick and thin and all the soppy shit people like Steve say to girls he falls in love with for a night. Except this isn’t just for a night. It’s for every night.”

Billy laughed. “Jesus, do you ever stop rambling when you’re nervous?”

You blushed. “No.”

“C’mere.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in until your back was resting against his chest again. Now it felt the opposite way, like he was protecting you after you’d patched up his wounds and defended your love affair to your brother. But there was a shift in the air. Something had changed in the space of ten minutes. Your love affair was no longer secret and you didn’t have to sneak around. Your brother had accepted it and wasn’t going to stop you from seeing Billy, which had been your biggest worry. And best of all, you found you Billy loved you as much as you loved him.

You snuggled down into him, closing your eyes. “Maybe now you can use the front door,” you mumbled as you drifted off.

#

After that, the dynamic of the group changed entirely. Mike was first to protest that the guys couldn’t come round and see Steve without seeing you and Billy being all couple-y in the kitchen. One of the kids would walk past your bedroom to go to the bathroom and see your door open slightly, you and Billy kissing on your bed or simply hanging together. They’d cry out in surprise and run on. And you and Billy would laugh, finding it hilarious.

Max found it strange, too, even though she knew. She was fine with it, but she was getting used to the idea of seeing you guys in public. Still, she was grateful that it meant Billy spent more time at your house than home though she didn’t enjoy having to avoid Billy’s dad’s questions about where he was at all times. She’d never tell Billy either, but secretly she loved having you in her life more. You felt like a big sister to her and the times that you were spending time at her house, she enjoyed how you’d kick Billy out of the sitting room to have girl time with her.

The worst problem was Dustin, who constantly moaned about your relationship with Billy to anyone who would listen. Most of the time it was to Steve, begging him to break it up already before Billy got bored and dumped you.

“Christ, Henderson!” you exclaimed after walking into the kitchen to hear Dustin saying exactly that to Steve.

Steve froze, wide-eyed, and busied himself making coffee. Dustin just turned, arms folded, and continued. “Come on, Y/N, you know what he’s like!”

Now, you loved Dustin. Truly. He was a good kid with a big heart and a wicked sense of humour. And even though his friendship with Steve was still relatively new, you could tell how much your brother meant to him. But that didn’t give him any right to pester Steve about ending your relationship. Or any place to comment on it at all, really.

“Listen to me, Henderson,” you said slowly, trying to remain calm when really you were quite pissed off by it all. “It’s been three weeks since Steve found out and he has kept his promise to keep out of it. I would ask you to do the same thing. My relationship with Billy only concerns the two of us and we will not be splitting up because of you lot whining about it. You hear me?”

Dustin’s face calmed down and he looked down at his feet. “Yes, Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Good.” You patted his head and walked out of the kitchen, taking Steve’s mug of coffee with you as he was lifting it to his mouth for the first sip.

#

Billy was just as pissed when you told him what happened. “That little shit,” he said, his knuckles flexing around his steering wheel as he drove the pair of you to school. “When I see him, I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna do nothing,” you said pointedly, throwing him a look. He glanced over at you and rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn’t argue with you. “I set him straight and now they’ll stop bothering us. And anyway, the best revenge is to be together forever so looks like we’re gonna just have to do that instead.”

Billy laughed and his hand found its way to your bare thigh, fingers brushing your skirt. “That simple, huh?”

“Yep. That simple, Hargrove.” You looked at him. The bruise from that night was pretty faded by now, but there was a new one on his jaw forming from two nights ago. They were becoming less frequent since Billy could stay at yours more often. But you knew that when he went home, he would always end up with one after his dad demanded to know where he’d been. Wanting to keep you away from his dad, he’d never say. He’d make up some lie or be vague and his dad didn’t like that. It was becoming a vicious cycle.

You said, “You can’t get rid of me and I can’t get rid of them, so looks like we’re all just going to have to make do for the rest of our lives.”

He pulled up into the parking lot of Hawkins High and stopped the car, turning in his seat to look at you. He admired everything about you but especially at this time in the morning, when the sun was still rising in the sky and shone perfectly on your hair, making it glow. He thought you were beautiful. Heavenly, almost. How was he so lucky that someone as wonderful as you cared about someone like him?

“Billy,” you said softly, pulling from his darkening thoughts. You saw right through him. Saw where his mind had been wandering. “I love you, stupid.”

He grinned. “Love you too, sweetheart. Army of protective kids and all.”

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jason doesn't know - eddie munson x reader

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

summary: you're seeing eddie behind jason's back and he doesn't know. yet (based on scotty doesn't know)

length: 3.1k (i got really into this omg)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI! repeated mentions of cheating, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), lots of sex references, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, cursing

a.n: seriously guys this whole thing is about cheating so be warned, lots of angst, smut, pining and fluff though. also i dont think jason is this much of an asshole irl but this is just for plot. and i highly recommend listening to scotty doesn't know by lustra for this! (set during ep 1 of s4 - the hellfire club)

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday//She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go//Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know…

This was the third week in a row you’d been late to meet Jason. It was Sunday and he had just finished basketball practice with his friends ready for the upcoming game. It had happened slowly. You started forgetting what time you were meant to meet up, or showing up looking thoroughly dishevelled which pissed Jason off to no end. Now, you’d simply not shown up.

He glances around the empty parking lot of school, his friends shrugging at him when he asks, “Has anyone seen Y/N?”

“I dunno, man,” one of them says noncommittally. “It’s Sunday, maybe she’s in church?”

Jason hums. Your family were religious, that was true. And sometimes you tagged along to keep up appearances, but he knew you didn’t really enjoy it too much. But you did it for your family, because you loved them. So maybe you did just forget about today and went with them to church instead. Jason chooses to believe that and decides to catch up with you tomorrow at school. He knows there’ll be a rational explanation.

You pant, breathless, as Eddie removes his fingers from your aching core. His brown eyes are blown wide with longing and he grinned at how fucked out you look already. “That good, huh?” he teases you and you roll your eyes, sitting up in the back of his van.

This was common practice. You knew it was wrong, cheating on Jason, but it had happened accidentally. You’d bumped into Eddie at a party where he was dealing and Jason was off talking to some girl or doing a keg stand. You’d been bored out of your mind, waiting for Jason to pay some attention to you, when you had physically fallen for Eddie Munson. Well, into, but he still made the joke, smiling at you earnestly. In truth, he’d had a crush on you for years and the way you looked in those high waisted shorts and tank top that left little to the imagination, well—it was only a matter of time before he was leading you out to his van.

Where you met up every Sunday when you told Jason you’d be in church.

“Your turn,” you say to Eddie, nudging his legs until he’s sat up, you on your knees in front of him.

“Lucky me,” he sighs, watching you contentedly. You were his dream girl and he couldn’t believe his luck. Still, you had asked him to keep it quiet until school ended and you could end things with Jason without him being too much of an asshole. He was leaving for college, you were staying here. You could cut ties with him forever and keep Eddie safe from the basketball idiots Jason hung around with.

But neither of you could keep your hands of each other. It was a different kind of love to what you had once felt with Jason. When you first met, Jason made you feel like you were in a fairytale, showering you with gifts and taking you out everywhere, showing you off to the world. But then it turned sour and you realised you were more like a trophy than supposedly the love of his life. He didn’t listen to what you had to say, expecting you to sit back and be a good little house wife.

And Eddie was the opposite. He was entranced by the way you could speak for hours about a topic that interested you. He made you feel like the only person in the world that mattered, making sure you were okay above all else. He wanted to keep you safe, but never once in a possessive way. And the sex—

“Yeah,” you smirk. “Lucky you.”

He groans as you tie your hair up the way he likes, knowing he’ll be holding onto it soon. His eyes roll into the back of his head as you start to blow him, knowing all the ways to make him squirm until he’s forcing your head down and making you gag. This was the only place, in the confines of his van (or sometimes your bedroom and his trailer) that he could be in charge. And you would let him, enjoying every single second of Eddie making you his.

You just wish you could shout it to the whole of Hawkins.

Fiona says she's out shopping//But she's under me and I'm not stopping…

“How long does it take to shop?” Jason mutters, checking his watch. He was with his friends (again) and the film was starting in ten minutes. He’d arranged a big date between the team and their girlfriends, expecting you to be there as Hawkins High’s It Couple. You’d agreed immediately and called him this morning telling him that he didn’t need to pick you up since you were going shopping with Robin to find an outfit that would make everyone jealous that you two were together. You’d meet him at the theatre.

Yet here he was, waiting and watching his friends with their girlfriends file into the cinema to take their seats and he’s left waiting by the doors. He glances around. It’s dark—maybe you got lost? You didn’t drive, claiming that you preferred it when Jason drove you around and he loved it too, so maybe you took a wrong turn in the dark. But then your mom normally drives you when he’s not around—so where were you?

Five minutes to the movie. If he doesn’t go now, he’ll miss the movie. He shakes his head, not even thinking for a minute that you were somewhere else, with someone else. He just chalks it down to you being forgetful or busy. Lately, you’d been spending a lot of your time studying or daydreaming, your mind elsewhere. Your finals were coming up and you were preoccupied. He got that. He just wish it didn’t look so bad on him when you stand him up.

He walks into the theatre alone.

Your fingernails scratch down Eddie’s back and his eyelids flutter closed at the sensation of it as he pounds into you. His pick necklace falls onto your bare chest and he loves the sight of it, the sight of you naked underneath him, writhing in pleasure.

“God, princess, you’re gonna make me cum just looking this pretty,” he moans into your neck as he peppers you with kisses.

“Eddie,” you breathe, butterflies fluttering in your stomach—from the compliment or the way his cock was repeatedly slamming in and out of you, you don’t know. Either way, you know that this feeling here, this pure bliss, is the only way you want to feel for the rest of your life. You could happily spend all your days sharing a joint with Eddie and going at it all day long.

And it’s not just about the sex. It’s him in general that you love. Some days you just come over to his trailer to hang out and watch a movie together. You could never watch a horror movie with Jason, but Eddie loves them and insists on showing you all the cult classics that he’s adamant you’ll love too. He lays in bed with you in his arms sometimes and reads to you, Stephen King or Tolkien or even just his newest D&D campaign, wanting your approval.

For five weeks, you’ve been keeping this part of yourself a secret from everybody. Robin was the only person who knew (and probably Steve, by extension) and she covered for you when you asked, without question. She knew the difficult position you were in. Robin didn’t judge—she was in between a rock and a hard place herself.

But all of you just wants to be free now, to spend your time with Eddie without guilt gnawing at you.

“Hey, princess,” Eddie’s voices brings you back to the moment. You blink and smile up at him. He’s stopped moving, concern written all over his face. “You alright, baby?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Perfect, Eds,” you tell him honestly, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper causing you both to groan. “Just fuck me. Please?”

You don’t have to ask him twice.

I can't believe he's so trusting//While I'm right behind you thrusting…

You cancel your date, telling Jason you had to help out your friend Steve at work. You were at Family Video, alright, only in the stockroom, with Eddie fucking you from behind, his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. Thank god for friends like Robin, you had thought as she ushered you into the back without her manager knowing.

Fiona's got him on the phone//And she's trying not to moan//It's a three-way call and he knows nothing…

“That sounds g-great, babe!” you tell Jason down the phone enthusiastically. “I’m so happy for you.”

He’d called you when he knew you’d be home from school, telling you all about practice today. You knew he was waiting for an invitation over, but…

Eddie’s head was between your thighs, occasionally grinning at you as you bit your lip to stop from moaning. He was palming himself through his jeans at how risky this was, going down on you while you were on the phone to your boyfriend. But he couldn’t help teasing you and you sure seem to be loving it as he feels you clench around his fingers. Instead of hanging up, you keep the game going, loving it as much as Eddie is.

But god, this was dangerous.

The parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top…

You grind down into Eddie’s lap, your fingers tangled in his hair. His lips are so soft and you just want to feel them all over you—your mouth, your jaw, your neck, your chest. You can’t get enough of him. And in the two months you’ve been seeing Eddie, the game has become riskier. Hellfire Club finally knew and you’d sworn them all to secrecy at the end of tonight’s meeting—choosing tactfully to keep Lucas in the dark. You couldn’t risk him telling Jason. Not yet.

It was almost Spring Break. Maybe you’d move your schedule up a bit and tell him then. By summer, you and Eddie would be free.

But for now, it was this. It was riding him in his van in the parking lot, knowing that Jason was around for basketball. But Eddie had been so animated in Hellfire that you couldn’t wait until you guys were home—you had to have him there and then. And he certainly wasn’t complaining as he came hard inside of you, loving the filthy idea of his cum being inside Jason Carver’s girlfriend. Because you weren’t Jason’s at all—you were his.

I did her on his birthday…

Jason threw a huge party for his birthday, inviting the whole school.

“Please come, Eddie!” you begged, turning over in his bed to look at him. He was gorgeous in every way. His eyes were huge and emotive, his hair was wild and soft. He made you feel safe, especially in moments like this when you both napped off the hot spring in his bed together after helping him study for a test. Jason was all muscle and hard edges and clean cut. Eddie was raw and real and he knew you more than you could ever expected.

“I don’t know, princess,” Eddie says warily. “You sure you wanna be around me and the freaks on pretty boy’s birthday?”

You roll your eyes. “Eds, it’ll be like the first party when we hooked up. He’ll be busy with the boys and the girls, and I’ll be able to sneak you into the bathroom and make hot, wild love to you.” You smile at him innocently.

He coughs, laughing lightly. “Fuck, sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me fall in love with you.” More than I already have, he thinks.

“Well, if you come, maybe I’ll fall in love with you.” More than I already have, you think.

It takes him a second and then he concedes, “Fine. But I’m gonna sell while I’m there.”

You snort, a sound he loves. “Fine by me.”

And you’d kept your promise, your legs wrapped around Eddie as he lifted you up against the bathroom wall, taking you hard and fast with only the loud music of Madonna to cover your desperate pants and moans as you came together.

Scotty will know//Scotty doesn't know//Scotty's gotta know…

You stay at Jason’s that night, lying beside him. He passed out immediately, nowhere near sober enough to even try anything with you, which you were grateful for. You lay awake, watching him sleep. He has a lipstick mark on his shirt and you wonder which girl gave him that. Was it innocent? You bet it was Chrissy Cunningham. You knew he’d had a crush on her before deciding he wanted you instead.

Good, you think. Maybe when you finally leave him, he can find solace in her. Maybe find someone who can love him like you can’t. The way you love Eddie.

I'm gonna tell Scotty Gonna tell him myself.

It takes three months for you to finally tell Jason.

It’s a school day and Eddie had kept you up all night with good weed and good music and now you were a zombie. It was the championship game tonight and you were expected to be there, to support Jason. But Eddie had told you all about the end of his ‘Cult of Vecna’ campaign and you wanted nothing more than to tag along and watch the whole thing.

Your leg bounces beneath the table, anxious. It’s too much now. You can’t hold it in. The secret is slowly killing you, keeping you from sleeping, from breathing. You can’t do it anymore. And you know it’s not fair on Jason, bad as your relationship is.

“What is that freak up to now?” Jason mutters as he sets down his lunch tray. You look up, your eyes falling on Eddie climbing onto his table across the cafeteria. Oh, god.

“Probably nothing,” you say causally. “Tell me about the game plan.”

You try to distract Jason from Eddie, but it doesn’t work as Eddie shouts, “But as long as you're into band or science or—” he sneers “—parties. Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” His eyes fall onto your table, where Jason stands up ready to fight. He watches you bite your lip, worried for him and his heart throbs. God, he loves you so much. He just needs you to leave that asshole and you could be his, officially.

Jason catches you watching him and his girlfriend. “You want something freak?”

Y/N, he almost says. He catches himself, your eyes wide, and he pulls a face at Jason instead, turning around so he can’t see him anymore. Anything to get that idiot of his head. Anything to stop him going over there and taking you in front of everyone.

Jason sits down and spits out, “What a freak, I feel like he just cursed me.” His friends all laugh, boosting Jason’s ego, but you press your lips together. Jason notices you not laughing and nudges you. “Y/N? I said he probably just cursed me.” He waits for you to laugh, but you don’t.

You swallow. “I don’t think it was that funny.” You say and you feel everyone’s eyes on you. Jason turns on the bench until he’s facing you.

“Y/N, what the hell?” Jason asks, his voice low. He doesn’t want to make a scene in front of his friends. To them, you have the perfect relationship. Top Jock and Good Girl, both from good families, both socially acceptable, both popular and attractive. Your eyes flick back to Eddie. Eddie, who has no money, no big house in the suburbs, no perfect GPA, no popularity. Eddie who likes metal and horror and has a band and plays D&D. Eddie, who’s branded a freak for being different.

You suddenly feel like you can’t breath.

“Y/N? Jason presses. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” You look up, his eyes meeting yours. So he’s noticed your absence, finally, it seems. And now he’s had enough. Well, so have you as he begins to lecture you. “You’re hardly around anymore, you don’t come to games, you show up looking like trash, you don’t listen to me at all. Who are you?”

“You know what,” you say, loud enough for people around the cafeteria to notice. You’re causing a scene now, good girl be damned. You’re not going to sit still and look pretty for Jason Carver anymore. “Fuck this.” You stand up from the table, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. From across the room, Eddie and his club look up. Now everyone’s attention is on you.

“What?” Jason stands up, eyes wide.

“Fuck this,” you repeat, taking a deep breath. “And fuck you, Jason.”

You move to walk past him but he grabs your arm and turns you back to face him. “Don’t do this to me, Y.N,” he says dangerously. He’s embarrassed and angry and you can feel it. If you sit down and apologise, everything will go back to normal. You can still save this relationship. “Don’t make me look bad.”

You laugh bitterly. “There is is,” you say, shaking your arm free of his grip. “I don’t care if you look bad.”

“I swear to fucking god, Y/N—” he begins but you wave an arm.

“Save it. You don’t wanna look bad? You don’t wanna be embarrassed?” Your voices raises and Eddie stands from his table slowly. Everyone is staring. Everyone is waiting, shocking. You look around and then finally at Jason again, pointing to Eddie at his table. “I’ve been fucking Eddie Munson behind your back for three months, Jason. And guess what—I love him. I love him, do you hear me? So you can get fucked.”

Several people gasped. Jason’s mouth fell open and his friends lose it. You don’t wait for Jason’s reaction as you turn your back on him for good and walk over to Eddie’s table. He grins at you and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Well, that was certainly dramatic,” he says by way of greeting, pulling a chair up so you can sit next to him.

“You should join Hellfire,” Dustin says immediately, impressed by your balls as you sit down.

You laugh. “Maybe that’s enough dramatics for the time being,” you say and the cafeteria falls back into its same old routine. Only now you don’t have to hide when Eddie’s hand finds yours on the table and squeezes three times, making your heart soar:

I love you.

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[hwknshellfire]

sunshine - eddie munson x reader

pairing: eddie x reader

summary: you are my sunshine becomes yours and eddie's song

length: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of death, sadness, grief i think, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs and satanism (vvv brief), also fluff?

a.n: MAJOR volume 2 spoilers in this post!! also i'm sorry, i hurt myself with this one. im so sorry

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…

It had become your song, somehow. In the two years of knowing him and one year of being together, you had somehow confessed to Eddie that your favourite song was actually You Are My Sunshine, from all the way back in 1940. You think you must have told him after one of your many smoke sessions, brain clouded and relaxed thanks to his pot and it came tumbling out.

When he had laughed at you, your face had scrunched up and you had whined, “Eddie, my parents used to sing this to me! I think it’s a lovely song!”

“Uh huh, sure it is, sunshine,” he had grinned back and then the nickname had stuck. Sunshine. You were each other’s sunshine and you told each other often. From then on, it became a thing between the pair of you, none of your friends understanding. And even though the memory of telling him was hazy, the feeling that the pair of you felt when you called each other ‘sunshine’ wasn’t. That was very real.

You make me happy, when skies are grey…

He sang it to you on days you were struggling with your brain, or a stressful day at school. Anytime you were sad or on the verge of tears, Eddie would pull you onto his lap, wrap his arms around you and sing the lyrics softly, his mouth pressed into your hair. He would hold you for the whole night if you needed it, finishing the song and starting all over again while you relaxed in his arms, fiddling with his rings to distract your brain.

“You okay, sunshine?” He would ask you when you finally took a deep breath and broke out of his embrace. His eyes were always so concerned, scanning your entire body for any signs of lingering sadness.

You braved a smile and nodded. “Always, Eds.” And you were always fine - after Eddie sung to you. Maybe it was because it was a soft, almost lullaby song rather than the usual metal Eddie performed with Corroded Coffin, or maybe it was the fact that it was Eddie, your Eddie, singing your song that simply melted you. This soft side, this gentle Eddie was something reserved for only you. Sure, he cared about his boys, especially Dustin and Mike, but he was different with you. It was like, at school the world saw Eddie as what he felt he had to be, the ‘freak’, the ‘Satanist’, but at home in his trailer, with you by his side, he was simply himself. And god, would he do anything for you.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…

Your whole world flipped upside down the day Chrissy died in Eddie’s trailer. You had stayed at home that night and had hated yourself for it when the news broke the next morning: Chrissy Cunningham was dead and the main suspect was Eddie Munson. Your Eddie. It hadn’t been announced to the public yet but you knew what would happen when it did. The whole town would believe that Eddie killed her and the man hunt would begin. But you knew better than that. Eddie couldn’t hurt a fly let alone a whole person.

Jason and his team found you first. You weren’t friends with them by any means, and they practically branded you as a freak too for being Eddie’s girl, but they didn’t pick on you as much. You always suspected it was because your parents and Jason’s were friends and he had to lay off you a bit. But that didn’t stop him questioning you a few days after Chrissy’s death. There was a knock on your door and you’d been home alone so you answered it, thinking it would be a reporter or a cop asking you more questions about Eddie that you didn’t know the answer to.

Instead, you found Jason and his band of idiots. “Oh,” you had said, keeping the door open only a sliver. “What do you want?”

He was angry, that much you could tell. And fair enough, his girlfriend was being called a druggie and had been found dead in your boyfriend’s trailer. You’d be pissed too. You understood. But what you didn’t like it when they forced themselves into your house and ignored your protests, surrounding you like a pack of dogs.

“What the hell, Jason!” You seethed. “Get out of my house.”

“Not until you tell me where he is,” he had demanded, scarily calm. His hands shook but his voice was steady. If he found Eddie…he would kill him.

You shook your head. “I told the police already, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since the day Chrissy—well, you know. I saw him at school and then I went home.” Jason couldn’t take no for an answer at first, and it took ten minutes of you repeating yourself and demanding he leave before he did. The way he looked at you when he left said it all: he’d be back, and you’d better tell him what he wanted to know. Well, fuck that, you thought.

So you teamed up with Dustin and the gang after they sought you out to ask if you knew where Eddie would be. Your frazzled brain took a long time to figure it out but it seemed obvious once you knew. Of course he’d be at Reefer Rick’s. It was the only place he could go without being found since Rick was in jail and you and the group went over immediately.

When you eventually found Eddie, your heart broke. He was pinning Steve up against the wall, his eyes wild and terrified. He hadn’t spotted you yet. “Eds,” you breathed and he stilled. He let go of Steve and turned to you, his eyes brimming with tears. Yours welled up to and you rushed to him, taking him in your arms. He collapsed into you, exhausted and scared and the group gave you a minute. One of your hands went to his back, the other tangling in his hair and you soothed him.

“It’s okay, sunshine,” you whispered. “I’m here. I believe you.”

That blind faith, that belief that you would never think him capable of what he was accused of, almost made Eddie’s heart break. He loved you so much. What had he done to deserve something as bright as you in his life? You were the sunshine, not him.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

You had all fought so bravely, so hard, and it hadn’t mattered in the end. You still lost. You had no idea where the rest of your friends were, all that mattered was that Eddie, your sunshine, was lying on the ground in front of you, gasping for breath. Dustin was crying and panicking, thinking of anything you could do to fix the problem. The problem was that Eddie was dying in your arms and there was nothing you could do to fix it. It was just you and Dustin and Eddie, the three of you staying behind to distract the Demobats while the rest of the gang dealt with Vecna. You presumed they had won because the Demobats had fled but not before they had done their damage.

Eddie had stayed behind, severing the rope between your world and the Upside Down to keep you and Dustin safe. He had run valiantly into battle by himself and by the time you and Dustin had climbed your way back to the Upside Down - him injuring his leg and you your shoulder in the process - it was too late.

“Come on, Eds,” you cried as his eyes fluttered. “Stay with me.”

“Bad, huh?” he croaked, still cracking jokes.

You blinked hard and the tears rolled down your cheeks. “No you’re gonna be fine.” Dustin looked at you desperately and you tried to move him, planning on getting him back through the gate and to a hospital in your world. But he couldn’t move. He was too weak.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” he asked you both and your heart shattered.

“No, Eds,” you sobbed. “You didn’t run.”

His brown eyes flicked to Dustin and he told him to look after the ‘little sheep’ and Dustin almost lost it then. The pair of you were crying wrecks and there was no one around. No sign of Steve, Nancy and Robin. No sign of Max, Lucas and Erica coming to help. They must have their own problems. You were utterly alone with the love of your life dying before you.

“I think it’s finally my year,” Eddie said softly and you pressed your mouth together as hard as you could, wincing at the pain. He looked at Dustin. “I love you, man.”

“I love you, too,” Dustin didn’t hesitate.

And then Eddie’s eyes turned to you for the very last time. “I love you, Y/N.”

Crying harder, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, too, sunshine.” As he stilled in your arms, his chest no longer rising and falling, you did the only thing you could think of. You began to sing to him, rocking him gently in your arms. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”

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