#nancy wheeler deserves the world

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 to this post

'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.

It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.

Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'

'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'

Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.

'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'

'What happened?'

He sighs. 'It's complicated.'

'Wanna tell me about it?'

The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.

But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.

He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.

'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.

Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.

'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'

'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.

Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.

'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'

'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'

She nods. 'Okay.'

For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.

'Is it Eddie?'

Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.

'Wha- what?'

'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'

'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.

Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'

Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'

'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'

'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'

Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'

To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.

'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'

'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'

'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'

'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.

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[brxght-world]

so did no one know about Eddie’s death because they acted like they didn’t even realize he was dead

[dontcallmeeds]

I saw a twitter thread that was giving reasons for Nancy Wheeler being a lesbian and I gotta say, I agree. At least that Nancy is NOT straight. The way she interacts with Barb….dude, do you know how many of the stairs conversations (from season one before Barb disappears) I’ve had with friends who were secretly seeing me??? The whole “this isn’t you” after Nancy lies about where she’s going and the way she reacts with her facial expressions…..bro, they’ve kissed before. This has been said a million times here and otherwise since season one.

But with the level of grief and guilt she goes through in season two, I’m seeing that right now in myself as someone who just had one of their best friends pass away suddenly who was also an ex. The whole “bullshit” Stancy Halloween fight could be chalked up to grief and liking Jonathan sure, but I think it’s way more than that. I think she’s calling everything bullshit including herself because she lost the one person who saw her, someone she loved more than just platonically.

Then season three is mostly just her fighting with Jonathan if you really think about it, because she wants to be more than just a sandwich girl at Hawkins Post. Someone Barb would be proud of. We only see her really happy with Jonathan in season three when they wake up late and she sneaks out and the soft moment they have at the end when he’s leaving. Other than that they’re either fighting with each other or fighting monsters. Robin calls her a “priss,” but before Steve she was just kind of a…nerd. Like Robin. Maybe they ran in the same circles? We know they don’t know each other in person, at least Nancy doesn’t know HER.

FOLLOW ME HERE: What if Robin knew Barb?? What if Barb confided in her that she had feelings for Nancy, but that Nancy was dating Steve and we know how hard Robin goes for her friends so she just made this assumption that Nancy is a priss????

Then season four of course, we see Nancy not going to California. She’s frustrated that Jonathan wouldn’t be coming and she stayed for the basketball game for her front page news right?? Why didn’t she take another flight hmmm??? And we think she’s jealous of Robin, but what if she was jealous of Steve??? Because we don’t really have indication that Steve and Nancy have spent much time around each other since summer ‘85…but Robin and Nancy go to school together. Robin is in band which means they’re in the same room *hypothetically* for the important games that Nancy needs to document. We don’t know how many games Steve went to besides the one, he could’ve been working on some of those games or on dates. So ipso facto, Robin and Nancy have (probably) been in the same room more than Steve and Nancy….why would she suddenly be jealous of ROBIN???

And you can see her genuinely enjoying being around Robin after her monologue at the psych ward when she was being “annoyed” and “on edge” with her before that. I don’t see that as “oh well she started considering her a friend” I think she had a crush, she was on edge because she had lost Barb and didn’t want to feel that way about another girl. But the monologue relaxes her because she realized Robin is just as unhinged as she is, but in a different way. Because Nancy Wheeler is IMPULSIVE. She’s smarter than hell, but she is so careless with her own safety.

Also every time the Bylers shippers contrast the Wheeler siblings really they’re just giving us Nancy Wheeler is gay proof too. Because look at their similar behaviors. They fight and bicker in a way that says “i know what you are, NO I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE”

NOT VERY STRAIGHT IF YOU ASK ME.

Also, while I now understand my attraction to men is because I was a queer trans dude the entire time, I used to think it was comphet. But everything I feel about men is different than the way Nancy feels about men. It feels forced, it feels like she thinks she HAS to have a boyfriend and HAS to force a real connection with them. COMP. MOTHERFUCKIN. HET.

In conclusion, for the love of god, let Nancy Wheeler kiss girls. Natalia wants it, the fans want it. Give us a SMOOCH.

[androgynous-bhajipav]

A Series of Unfortunate Events but with the Wheeler siblings??

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve Harrington is not a trophy prize.

Steve Harrington is not a second option.

Steve Harrington is not someone you go back to when you realize you’re tired of your other boyfriend.

Steve Harrington is not someone whose feelings you can play with for years, and then get jealous each time he might move on, making things awkward for him, guilting him, and making him feel like he owes you an explanation.

Steve Harrington is not your safety net, or your fallback into nostalgia.

Steve Harrington is not responsible emotionally, for your awakening into realizing he’s your version of good enough now.

Steve Harrington is not replaceable.

❤️✌🏻

[multiverseoffandoms-blog]

~ нєαтнєηѕ ~

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so I’m a little nervous. I also understand that Billy and Eddie were not in the same timeframe but Billy works for part 2 of this story. We’re also just gonna pretend that Billy stopped being an asshole once he graduated and that he gets along with the og cast.

Summary: you hate Eddie Munson, almost as much as he hates you.

Warnings: smut (badly written) , ooc!Billy, ooc!Eddie, drug use, sub!eddie, bitchy!reader, choking (m receiving), hair pulling, p in v, p in v unprotected (wrap ya meat kids), bad writing, haven’t proof read shit because I’m on my phone.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader, Billy Hargrove x female!reader (platonic)

You hated Hawkins.

But one thing you hated more than Hawkins was the overloading parties that the teens from Hawkins High would throw at any chance they got. Of course, your best friend dragged you to every single one. Did that stop you from complaining the whole Tom? Absolutely not.

“All I’m saying Billy is why do I have to be dragged along with you?” You complained from the passenger seat of Billy’s blue Camaro. The man was a God, nearly every kid in town worshipped him. How could they not? He’d single handily taken the position as Hawkins High’s new keg king, and managed to knock Steve Harrington out of his top spot as captain of the basketball team last year.  

Billy sigh came out more irritated than your sure he meant, turning the music down as he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette before passing it across to you.

“Because y/n, like it or not but you’re my best friend. Do you think I could leave your ass a home getting stoned and watching shitty horror movies by yourself? Hawkins just won the championship game, we are going to this party.” He told you, speaking with his right hand as he held the steering wheel with his left, watching the road he was speeding down.

You groaned, finishing the cigarette he gave you before stubbing out the ash, flicking the butt at your annoying best friends face. He glared at you out of the corner of his eye, before flipping you off.

Being Billy’s best friend had its ups and downs, ups being no one even thought to look at you the wrong way out of fear how Billy would react. Downs being every girl he went near almost immediately wanted to rip your head off for being so close to him. Which would inevitably land them in the first category, then they hated you more because they’d never get a call back after upsetting his best friend.

The two of you moved in together after graduating last year, and his little sister Max stayed most nights to escape the bickering at home from Susan and Neil. And mainly so she could sneak out to hang with her friends. Billy hated it, always said she should be at home watching movies or helping with dinner. But he couldn’t fault the relationship his younger sister had with you.

“Who knows, you might even get laid and then you’ll stop being such an uptight bitch,” Billy laughed when he looked over to see your mortified expression. Sure, Billy was vulgar, but it didn’t stop you from being disgusted every time he said some shit like that to you.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” You shot back, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to look as irritated as possible. Still, you were grateful for the darkness that surrounded the two of you so the deep red tinting your cheeks couldn’t be seen.

“I may be disgusting,” he said “but you know I’m right. Don’t think I’ve heard a peep come out of your room in a few months. Well, that is if we’re not counting your self pleasuring,” 

You didn’t think it was possible to be more embarrassed, but the more Billy opened his mouth, the more you shrank down into the leather seat underneath you. He was right though, a few months back you had called it off with your fling, and since then you couldn’t bring yourself to even entertain someone else.

“Pull over, I’m walking.” you told him, gathering your coat that was in your lap. Billy laughed loudly, before pulling into a well lit driveway.

“Calm down, don’t get your panties in a twist. Everyone does it,” Billy called out to you as you both got out of the car. The two of you walked together towards the massive house, and you hit his shoulder every time he would laugh or make a comment to you.

“You know I hate you, right?” 

“What are friends for?” He said as he held the door open for you.

The two of you hadn’t been at this party for longer than 10 minutes before Billy found some old friends to ditch you for. He was a great friend, but his desire to party and impress could be a real bummer sometimes. Still, you stood leant against the side of the house, watching as Billy made a show of embarrassing Jason who challenged him to a keg race.

You shot back the rest of your drink, before deciding to go inside for a refill and bathroom break. You managed to squeeze through the bodies along the stairway, grateful that you didn’t break your ankle on the way to find a bathroom. After opening a few doors — and closing some after getting the shock of your life — you finally found the room you were looking for.

Reaching your hand out, you just touched the handle before the door was ripped open. On the other side, stood Eddie Munson, his hair a wild mess like always. He was jumping a little to pull his jeans back up, the last of what smelt like a joint hanging from his lips as he looked down where he was zipping up his fly. He bumped into you, and you were convinced it was on purpose.

Remember when you said there was nothing worse than Hawkins parties? Well, weren’t you wrong.

You hated Eddie with a passion, almost as strong as his distaste for you was.

“Watch where you’re going, sweetheart” Eddie spat the nickname like venom as he reached above his head to hold the top of the doorframe, leaning forwards ever so slightly to smirk down at you. You were sure he liked to piss you off on purpose.

‘Just like Billy,’ you thought.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. How’s it going trailer trash?” You snapped up to him, trying to move past him because you were really about to piss yourself. Of course, Eddie didn’t budge. Instead the sinister smirk on his face grew as he looked you up and down, exhaling smoke from his nose from the joint that was still between his lips.

“Oh doll face, didn’t anyone tell you this wasn’t a dress up party? Showin’ up looking like some sort of whore. Not that it’s any different to how you usually look,” Eddie reached one hand out to pull at the thin strap of the black dress you were wearing. Your skin tingled where his fingertips brushed along your warm skin, and you had to bite your tongue to stop any sound of comfort coming out of you as Eddie let the strap snap back against your skin.

You were not about to inflate this man’s ego any more than it already was.

“Say that to me again and I’ll drown you,” you threaten, flicking your hand out to smack his crotch lightly. Eddie doubled over holding his dick, falling back a bit so you could get into the bathroom to pee. You shut the door behind you, unphased by Eddie’s presence.

“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?” He groaned once he regained his composure, pulling himself back to his feet with a cough. His back was to you, but you could see the way he was nervously chewing his bottom lip. You rolled your eyes, getting up to wash your hands and spray the expensive perfume on your body, before turning around to face him.

He’d grown a bit since you last saw him, towering over you completely now. And his hair was much longer. His eyes were still that pretty brown you liked, but again you’d never admit it. He still wore the same attire you remember though, all the way down to the dirty beat up reeboks.

“At least buy me dinner first before you decide to eye fuck me,” he teased, taking a step towards you. You scoffed.

“Please, like I’d even let you anywhere near me” you shot back. Eddie laughed lightly, taking another step towards you until your chests were touching.

“You were saying?” You were hoping he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest, and you were ever so grateful that he couldn’t see the mess you were making in your lace panties.

‘God, maybe Billy was right!’

“When are you gonna drop this bitchy act, hmm?” He whispered against the shell of your ear, his left hand coming up to trace feather light touches against the other side of your neck, while his other hand braces against the bathroom basin, blocking your quick exit to the door.

“I miss you..” his lips were dangerously close to the sweet spot on your neck that he’d learnt all about a few months back.

You sigh, reaching up to cup his face, pulling him back so your eyes met. You notice the dazed look in his eyes, the spaced out look on his face. It almost made you feel bad about what you said next.

“Was that before or after I found out you were fucking Angela Greenwood behind my back?” You asked sweetly, taking your hands off his cheeks to palm his face away from you.

Eddie groaned loudly, falling back against the other wall as he stared at you, any trace of happiness gone as he glared you down.

“We weren’t even together y/n! You’re fucking insane.” He shouted.

“It’s still dirty! Out fucking half the town then trying to come home to me!” You yelled back, turning to reach for the door handle, before leaving him standing in the bathroom.

“Fuck off, don’t pretend like you weren’t sleeping with Hargrove every other night!” He yelled down the hallway after you as you stormed away, catching the attention of a few bystanders. You paid him no mind, flipping him off as you stormed down the stairs.

It didn’t take you long to find Billy, stood in the kitchen with Tommy H and Steve Harrington. You pushed your way through the people, before coming out between Steve and Billy.

“Heeeeey!” Billy cheered, turning his attention away from the pretty blonde attached to his hip to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He offered his cigarette to your lips, which you took a drag of before taking his cup.

“There’s my pretty girl. Where you been? Started to think you ditched for a second” he said, smiling down at you. The blonde beside him stood awkwardly, giving you a tight lipped grin when you looked over to her.

“Yeah, just talking to Hawkins favourite dealer,” you said.

“Hope he was nice to you,” Billy said, taking his cup back from you.

“As nice as Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson can be,” you shrug. Billy muttered a “better be” as he downed the rest of his drink.

Billy had watched your relationship with Eddie unfold, growing from your drug dealer to someone you depended on. Naturally, Billy was happy for you, you deserved to be happy he would tell you. But Billy always had resentment towards Eddie, always told him he wasn’t good enough for you.

When you cut it off with Eddie, Billy was furious when he found you crying in your room, his little sister holding a tissue box out to you as you sobbed into your pillow. Billy swore Eddie would never smile again after he was finished knocking his teeth out, but you had begged him to not touch him. Billy wasn’t sold, but Eddie was the only person to this day who’s gotten away with making you sad.

“Tommy H and I were just talking to Stevie boy about how Hawkins finally won a championship game — as soon as he graduated.” Billy said, but you zoned out as you watched Eddie bounce down the stairs like the two of you weren’t just screaming at each other. He looked around himself, before finding some of the basketball team who held money out to him.

Eddie dug into the pockets of his jacket, pulling out what looked like pre rolled joins, before exchanging them for the 20 extended to him. His attention was brought over to your group when Billy shouted ‘shots!’ loudly. Almost immediately, his eyes found yours, and he chewed at his lip nervously before nodding his head towards the back door, silently asking you to follow him.

“Where you going?” Billy called over his shoulder when you slipped out from under his arm. You smiled, turning around and giving him a wink before following the way Eddie went.

Why were you following him? You weren’t sure. You were slightly buzzed so you were hoping to shout at him some more. Deep down, you knew you’d never really gotten over what happened between you and Eddie. And although technically he was right and the two of you were together — thus him owing you no loyalty —, it still hurt a whole lot to know he wasn’t loyal to you like you were to him.

You sighed loudly, the cool breeze nipping at your bare shoulders. You couldn’t see him anywhere, and your immediate thought was that he brought you out here just for a laugh. Snuck back around through the front door or something. Still, you wandered off down the back yard, spotting some old lawn chairs secluded from the loud noise from the party.

With no sign of Eddie, you decided that sitting out by yourself was your best bet. As you heated closer to the chairs, a rustle by the bushes startled you.

“Eddie?” You called, the nerves clear in your voice.

Nothing.

The bushes moved again, and you swore you saw something amongst them.

“C’mon Eddie this isn’t funny,” you shouted, annoyed now. You took a step towards the dark bushes, but stopped when you heard an off sounding growl. The hairs on your neck stood up, and you were starting to think that maybe it wasn’t Eddie.

As you backed away slowly, you collided with something behind you that reached out to grab your arm. You screamed loudly, nearly jumping out of your skin before swinging around and slapping whoever was behind you.

“Jesus H. Christ y/n! Seriously?!” Eddie shouted, holding his stinging right cheek.

“Can’t a guy catch a break-“

“Can we go?” You ask, panic clear on your features. Your heart was racing, and Eddie frowned as you willingly clung to his body — the tremble of your hands noticeably shaking through to his chest.

“Did I scare you that much?” He asks, placing his hands on top of yours. Before you could answer him though, the growl from the bushes sounded again, catching Eddie’s attention.

“Uhh.. y-yeah, that sounds like a good idea! L-let’s go,” he stuttered, lacing your hands with his as he pulled you behind him before backing away, being sure to keep himself between you and whatever was making those noises behind the bushes.

You were shaking by the time the two of you got to the front of the house, and Eddie dropped your hand to shrug off the jacket he was wearing. You began to protest, insisting that you didn’t need it.

“Will you just shut up and wear it till we get to my van?” He shouted, irritated by you. You rolled your eyes, before snatching the jacket from his outstretched arms.

“Dick,” you mumbled while you pulled it on, being consumed instantly by the warmth that was Eddie Munson. Your heart hurt as you remembered the familiar smell, engulfed by it nearly every night in his sheets.

Eddie skipped over to his van, taking the keys from his back pocket and unlocking the sliding door. You watched as he gestured for you to enter.

“After you,” he smiled sweetly at you. But you weren’t convinced.

“Such a gentleman!” You gasped, placing your hand on your chest. “I wonder where this chivalry was when you were screwing other bitches.”

Eddie groaned, rubbing his hand over his face as he let his head fall backwards.

“Lord, give me strength. Help guide me in these difficult times,” he prayed. You laughed, a small snort catching his attention.

“Praying, really? You’re a Heathen,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest as you stand in front of him.

“Why should I get in?”

Eddie reached forward, and for a moment you thought he was going to grab your boob. But instead, he reached into the chest pocket before pulling out a joint.

“Wanna get high like old times, baby?”

Half way through the shared joint and you were high as shit, the past half an hours events only a small worry shoved into the back of your mind as you sat in the back of Eddie’s van, leaning against the back seats, hands running over the soft carpet laid in the back.

Eddie was sat across from you, leant against the cold side of the van. His left leg bent at the knee while the other laid out flat in front of him. His shoe tapping against the sole of your heel.

As much as you thought you despised Eddie, there’s always one thing you gave him credit for.

His weed was always the best shit in town.

Eddie leant forward, passing the blunt over to you, you took it from his fingers, telling him to fuck off when he tickled his finger tips against yours.

“God, I just fucking hate you,” you breathed, the smoke filling your lungs with the burn you loved.

“I know baby..” you weren’t sure if you heard him right, mainly because his voice was barely above a whisper. No arguing back. No snarky comment. You glanced over at him to see him already watching you, his eyes fixated on the smoke leaving your lips.

“I said I was sorry though,” he added.

You laughed at him, sitting up to pass the blunt back to him before lying back down against the soft carpet. Your legs rested up on the back seats, head so close to Eddie’s thighs it was nearly resting in his lap.

“No, you actually didn’t,” you told him, watching his face as he frowned down at you. You pushed yourself up so you were resting against your elbows.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever heard the words I’m sorry come out of your mouth.”

“Is that what you wanna hear baby?” He teased, leaning forwards to bring his face closer to yours. He was so close you had to crank your neck back to just to maintain eye contact.

“You wanna hear how dumb I am? You wanna hear how I regret what I did the minute I did it? How I still think about you? Still picture you in my bed, still hear how pretty you sound when you come undone?” He was whispering each question over your skin, each one leaving hot open mouthed kisses against your skin. Eddie kissed his way to your ear, his body hovering over yours.

“You wanna hear how I can’t think about anyone else?” Kiss.

“How I haven’t touched anyone since you walked out on me?” Bite.

“How I’m rock hard right now, just thinking about what we had?” Eddie pushed his hips against your side, and sure enough you felt his hard cock straining against the tight denim of his jeans.

You breathed out a moan that sounded as soft as a sigh, and Eddie groaned into your neck, sucking a mark when your neck meets your shoulder before coming back to whisper to you.

“I am so, so sorry baby.. will you ever forgive me?” Eddie pulled back to look at you with big puppy eyes, his eyes glassy from the weed. You chewed your bottom lip between your teeth, and Eddie’s eyes fell to your mouth, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he watched you.

“You broke my heart, Munson.” Eddie gave you a smirk.

“Surprised that you had one to break.” You glare at him, pushing yourself up until he’s the one half lying down, your body leaning into his, you hand finding comfort at the base of his neck.

“Careful now sweetheart,” he says, his hand sliding down to hold his growing bulge, your knee sitting too close to his most sensitive parts. You were unpredictable, Eddie loved that about you.

“Say you forgive me,” he begged, leaning his head back to expose his throat to you. You watched as his eyes rolled ever so slightly when your hand slid up to rest on his neck. You could feel his racing pulse under your fingers, sending tingles straight to your core.

You could feel him palming himself through his jeans, eyes fluttering shut as you applied the smallest amount of pressure to his neck.

“Fuucck, baby..” Eddie whined, soft sighs leaving his lips as you moved to straddle his waist. You missed seeing him like this, all needy and willing to do whatever you said. You could feel yourself growing wetter just watching him turn into putty beneath you. It’s something you loved about Eddie, he enjoyed having you in control. You shifted uncomfortably, your wet panties sliding against his jeans.

“That depends, are you going to be on your best behaviour?” You asked sweetly, watching as he blinked up at you, his mind in a haze.

“So good…I’ll be s-so good,” he moaned, lifting his hips to meet your centre.

“Hmm, we’ll see.” You leant forwards, bringing your lips to meet his in a soft kiss. Eddie almost immediately cried out into your mouth, his hands coming up to run along your thighs, pushing your dress up to expose your black panties.

You pushed him backwards, keeping your mouth moving against his as he lied down on the floor of the van. His tongue met yours, and you whined into his mouth as his familiar taste. You pulled away, not missing how Eddie tried to follow your mouth as you moved to bite and suck marks over his neck. Eddie couldn’t stay quiet as you sucked bruises over his pale skin, soft whispers of “yes, yes, yes” sounding like music through the van.

You pulled away from him, holding yourself up to look into his eyes. Eddie smiled sweetly at you, and you could t help but return it.

“Let me taste you.. miss how good you taste.” He coos, licking his lips like it was just yesterday when he had his mouth on you. You sit up, ready to lie beside him before you notice him wiggling his body to have his face between your kneeling frame.

“Eddie..” you say, nervousness taking over.

“It’s okay baby, I got you,” when you nodded down at him beneath you, he didn’t hesitate pulling your panties aside, his warm breath fanning over your wet slit.

“Shit sweetheart, have you been this wet all night?” He asked, one of his hands holding your panties while the other reached out to press between your soaking folds.

You gasp, reaching out to steady yourself on whatever you can grab. You moaned out a quiet yes that you were sure he didn’t hear.

“All for me?” He asked, brushing his rough fingers against your sensitive bud. You moan loudly, the sound bouncing around the van as you sank down onto him, his tongue coming out to flatten against you, sliding easily between your wet folds.

“Yes Eds, all-all for you!” You gasp, rocking your hips against his face. His nose brushed along your clit, while his tongue lapped at your wet hole. Eddie groaned beneath you, pulling you against him like a starved man as he sucked on to your clit. Two of his fingers slid inside you with ease, immediately thrusting upwards against your soft centre.

You were a mess, whining softly as Eddie ate your pussy. You were sure his face was soaked in your slick, as you slid against his flat tongue. Eddie hummed beneath you, the vibrations shooting through your body.

“Shit, E-Eddie I’m-I’m” you couldn’t finish, not when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly as his fingers fucked into you. Your orgasm hit you hard, your walls clenching around Eddie’s fingers as you continued to fuck your self on his fingers through your orgasm. His tongue continued to lick against your clit, even when your walls stopped gripping him in place.

You collapsed next to him, both of your breaths coming out in pants. Eddie turned to you, his mouth and chin glistening from your orgasm. You leaned forward, running your tongue across his chin before diving into his mouth, teeth clashing as the two of you made out. You could taste yourself on him. It was intoxicating.

“Shit,” he groaned, popping the button of his jeans and undoing his zip. Eddie hooked his hands into the sides of his pants, pulling them down until his cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach. The tip leaking pre-cut down along his impressive shaft.

Eddie had the prettiest cock.

You climbed into his lap, a small gasp leaving your lips as you slid your wet folds along his hard dick.

“Please,” he begged, both hands coming up to bunch in his hair as he tilted his head back. You were driving him mad.

“Please what, babe? Use your big boy words” you teased, yanking on his hair to make him look at you. Eddie pouted at you, eyes big as he looked up at you.

“I need-“

“Hmm?” You hummed, moving back to run your tongue up the underside of his cock. Eddie moaned out, running his fingers through your hair as he panted.

“Yes.. yes, just a little— ohhh fuck” his head hit the floor of the van with a loud thud as you took him into your mouth. He was heavy on your tongue, sliding it over the tip, tasting him.

Eddie’s fist knotted in your hair as you sucked him into your mouth, your hand pumping what you couldn’t take.

“That’s it baby,” he praised. “Feels so good!”

You moaned around him, feeling him twitch inside your mouth. You moved down his cock, taking him down your throat suddenly, causing you to gag around him when you felt him hit the back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouted as he felt your throat contract around him. He shoved you off him, pulling you up to cradle you against his chest.

“Holy fuck, I nearly just blew my load down your throat!” He exclaimed. You giggled, sighing as you felt his tip pushing against your dripping hole.

You grabbed your dress, helping him take it off your body before he practically tore his shirt off. You smiled, tracing your fingers along the tattoos over his chest.

“Tell me what you want, Eds..” you whisper, kissing his lips.

Eddie whimpered, his cock twitching against you.

“Fuck me, please fuck me.” He begged you. He sounded so pretty when he begged. You pushed your hips back, feeling his tip slip inside you. Eddie’s mouth fell open as you slowly slid onto his cock.

“Squeezing me so tight, baby” he said, eyes fixated as he watched you rock your hips back and forward on his cock. The van was filled with the sound of your wet pussy taking him in, riding him at a slow pace. You liked when he fucked you hard, but he would almost always be weak for you riding him slowly.

You leant your tits against his chest, Eddie leaning back on his hands so his cock can slide into you at a different angle. He locked his eyes onto you, tears brimming the edges.

“You okay?” You ask him.

“Feels so good!” He sobs, a single tear falling from his left eye. You push up, kissing it away before sinking back down onto him.

“Eddie..” you moan, catching his attention. He looks at you, eyes wide.

“Apologise baby,” you tell him. You pick up your pace, his cock slipping in and out of you faster, your clit grinding against his pelvis. You could feel your second orgasm of the night building, you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I’m sorry!” He cried out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you gripped at his throat.

“So sorry baby, p-please forgive me!” He pleaded, trying to lift his head to look at you. You used your other hand to grab his hair again, pulling him up to look at you. He hissed at the pain that shot through his head.

“Who makes you feel this good?” You ask. You knew the answer, but your ego was inflated as you rode him faster.

“Y-you y/n! Always you!” He moaned, bringing his hips up to meet your grinding, chasing his own orgasm.

You smiled, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Who do you belong to, Eddie?”

Eddie panted, his breathe coming out in huffs as his body started to shake.

“I-it’s you! Fuck, only you!! I’m cumming, baby- I’m cumming!”

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me Eddie” you moaned into his ear as you fucked yourself on his cock. You felt him twitch inside you, triggered your own orgasm as you picked up your pace, heat taking over your body as you continued to fuck both of you through you finish.

You fell fowards, both you and Eddie collapsing onto the floor of the van, chests heaving. You looked up at him, noticing the daze setting over his features. You pushed up to touch his face, getting his attention.

“You did so well, Eds” you praised, brushing his hair back from his sticky forehead. He smiled weakly, leaning down to put a kiss on your head.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he hugged you to his chest.

The two of you stayed like that till he started to go soft, hissing as the sensitivity when he pulled out of you.

“Holy shit, you squirted all over me!” He said, gesturing to his jeans that were saturated.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled as he leant over to kiss you.

The two of you got dressed in silence, before Eddie offered to drive you home. You agreed, climbing over into the passenger seat as you watched the brunette drive to your place.

“You know,” you said once the two of you pulled up outside of your house. Eddie turned to look at you, a dumb smile threatening to tug at the corner of his lips.

“I never fucked Billy. Not even when we stopped seeing each other.” Eddie grinned.

“I know” you rolled your eyes, unbuckling your seatbelt before opening the door and hoping out, looking back over your shoulder to Eddie.

“You coming?” The metal head had never ripped the keys out of the ignition so quickly.

[moonflowerdamie]

soooo tempted to write the filthiest, most shamelessly horny ronance smut😩

like i just wanna write about robin sucking on nancy’s fingers bc that’s the only way nance can get her to shut up. robin on her knees for nancy bc she’s been so needy all day and all she wants is to put her mouth on her gf. robin with a praise kink. nancy being the toppiest top she can. just. ugh. can’t get them out of my head.

[jancysmixtape]

“you came” “you called”

[sickbromeo]

give el and nancy girlfriends 2022!!

[someforeignband]

[the-dungeonmaster]

‼️Warning: if you’re planning to watch the show, keep in mind that this rant contains spoilers. Read if you dare LOL (this also includes s4 spoilers too)‼️

This scene fucking hurt. A LOT. Because, oh my god, imagine that you’ve been stuck in an alternate dimension for a week only to come back and be possessed by a shadow creature that forced you to lose all your senses and kill which then led your mother, brother and his girlfriend to take you to a secluded area in the woods where they all try to kill the shadow creature possessing you by making your body inhabitable.

Then a year after that, your friends begin ignoring you all for their girlfriends who do not in the very least, seem interested in what or how they are doing. So, in a desperate attempt to spend at least a minute with your friends, you get them to hang out with you by playing a childhood game you guys used to play, and run to for comfort.

But then they begin acting like assholes by treating you like shit during your game so you run away to your only safe space that you and your brother made during a time of hurt and pain. But that place only reminds you of all the memories that you oh-so longed to experience yet again, so you destroy that safe haven that brought warmth and joy only to find out that the shadow creature that possessed you is out again, and is starting yet another killing spree.

Imagine. Fucking imagine that. Imagine being in so much hurt for so long, experiencing so much trauma, having your childhood ripped away from you because of all the said events that have happened.

And also, can we note that after recovering from The Upside Down, he immediately goes and asks about his brothers well-being, like, this boy… he is so goddamn sweet. Oh, god. He is so selfless and doesn’t stop to think about himself. It’s unbelievable.

Let’s not forget about the van scene in season four where Will pushes aside his own feelings for his childhood best-friend since kindergarten, to strengthen the relationship Mike has with Eleven’s. He lies about the painting to give Mike the confidence and reassurance that El still needs him to be by her side.

I can’t with Will Byers, honestly. He is too selfless for anyone on this planet.

The reasons people have are so stupid and honestly annoying, because those reasons aren’t even canon and/or made up just to hate on Will and excuse Milkvan. Literally no one without a heart could ever hate Will Byers. Like, dude. I got into a tiny argument with someone the other day and their only thing against Byler/Will was that he was being “clingy” towards Mike and was “angry” because he wasn’t gay.

Literally how unaccepting can you be to make up something about a certain character just to assure/convince yourself that you were right.

Will Byers is a kind, selfless, and caring individual who no one deserves. This is just amazing portrayal of how it was like to be gay in the 80s. People were so, SO unaccepting and just close-minded. It places people in a situation where they can’t even be happy with themselves. I mean, Finn’s an amazing actor, alright, but c’mon Will’s van monologue tops Mike’s shitty “love confession” towards El. (Bro didn’t even sound genuine. Internalized homophobia alert!!!)

And people have the AUDACITY to hate Will Byers. Fuck all of them. If you watched the show correctly, you’d agree. If you don’t, then leave 💋 sorry that this got too long and controversial, but people have legit no other reason to hate this boy.

[brxght-world]

okay, WHOEVER SAID THAT HE WAS GONNA MAKE IT TO SEASON FIVE, YOU BETTER RUN

[bisexualspidermansblog]

ronance the type of couple to fall asleep on the phone together

[the-believer]

another thing i will forever be mad about: we didn’t get to see the older kids and dustin say goodbye to max before dropping her, lucas and erica off at the creel house

because you KNOW every single one of them was worried about her, that they were all struggling with leaving her (especially steve and dustin), and that they loved her and told her so

[anderperries]

this is a nancy love blog. if you don’t like nancy, go somewhere else. stay out of her tags and her ships. i don’t need that in my life.