midnight visitor pt. 2 - billy hargrove
pairing:Â billy x harrington!reader
summary:Â pt.2 requested by @siriusdumblittlepuppy :) follows on from steve finding out you and billy are dating
length:Â 1.5k
warnings:Â mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of abuse (billyâs 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.
âYou done now?â you asked your brother. He scrunched his nose up and shook his head, mostly in disbelief.
âY/N,â 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.
âSteve.â You caught his attention. âThis isnât something new. And itâs not just a one-time thing, though even if it was it wouldnât be any of your business.â 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. Heâd 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. âI love him, Steve. And Iâm pretty sure he loves me, too. And Iâve had to put up with you and your fair share of girls youâve sneaked in when mom and dad arenât here, so Iâll thank you to keep out of my business.â
Steveâs 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 couldnât really tell you off. You were rightâSteve 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 didnât think it would be with Billy freaking Hargrove of all people.
And yet, heâd seen the look of surprise on Billyâs face when youâd 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.
âAlright, Y/N,â Steve said after a moment of silence. âI wonât get in your way. JustâŚjust donât break her heart, Hargrove.â
Billyâs head lifted. âNever, Harrington.â
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. âLook, Billyââ
His lips pressed to yours, cutting you off. He didnât pull away until you were both breathless and he rested his forehead on yours, panting slightly. âI love you, princess. I do.â
âOh,â you breathed in relief. âIâm so glad because I kind of just said it hoping you did love me, since I love you and I know itâs 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 isnât just for a night. Itâs for every night.â
Billy laughed. âJesus, do you ever stop rambling when youâre nervous?â
You blushed. âNo.â
âCâmere.â 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 youâd 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 didnât have to sneak around. Your brother had accepted it and wasnât 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. âMaybe now you can use the front door,â you mumbled as you drifted off.
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After that, the dynamic of the group changed entirely. Mike was first to protest that the guys couldnât 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. Theyâd 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 didnât enjoy having to avoid Billyâs dadâs questions about where he was at all times. Sheâd 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 youâd 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.
âChrist, Henderson!â 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. âCome on, Y/N, you know what heâs like!â
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 didnât give him any right to pester Steve about ending your relationship. Or any place to comment on it at all, really.
âListen to me, Henderson,â you said slowly, trying to remain calm when really you were quite pissed off by it all. âItâs 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?â
Dustinâs face calmed down and he looked down at his feet. âYes, Y/N,â he said apologetically.
âGood.â You patted his head and walked out of the kitchen, taking Steveâs 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. âThat little shit,â he said, his knuckles flexing around his steering wheel as he drove the pair of you to school. âWhen I see him, Iâm gonnaââ
âYouâre gonna do nothing,â you said pointedly, throwing him a look. He glanced over at you and rolled his eyes, knowing he couldnât argue with you. âI set him straight and now theyâll stop bothering us. And anyway, the best revenge is to be together forever so looks like weâre gonna just have to do that instead.â
Billy laughed and his hand found its way to your bare thigh, fingers brushing your skirt. âThat simple, huh?â
âYep. That simple, Hargrove.â 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 heâd been. Wanting to keep you away from his dad, heâd never say. Heâd make up some lie or be vague and his dad didnât like that. It was becoming a vicious cycle.
You said, âYou canât get rid of me and I canât get rid of them, so looks like weâre all just going to have to make do for the rest of our lives.â
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?
âBilly,â you said softly, pulling from his darkening thoughts. You saw right through him. Saw where his mind had been wandering. âI love you, stupid.â
He grinned. âLove you too, sweetheart. Army of protective kids and all.â
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jason doesn't know - eddie munson x reader
pairing:Â eddie x fem!reader
summary:Â you're seeing eddie behind jason's back and he doesn't know. yet (based on scotty doesn't know)
length:Â 3.1k (i got really into this omg)
warnings:Â 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:Â 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 knowâŚ
This was the third week in a row youâd 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, youâd simply not shown up.
He glances around the empty parking lot of school, his friends shrugging at him when he asks, âHas anyone seen Y/N?â
âI dunno, man,â one of them says noncommittally. âItâs Sunday, maybe sheâs in church?â
Jason hums. Your family were religious, that was true. And sometimes you tagged along to keep up appearances, but he knew you didnât 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 thereâll 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. âThat good, huh?â 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. Youâd bumped into Eddie at a party where he was dealing and Jason was off talking to some girl or doing a keg stand. Youâd 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, heâd 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, wellâit 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 youâd be in church.
âYour turn,â you say to Eddie, nudging his legs until heâs sat up, you on your knees in front of him.
âLucky me,â he sighs, watching you contentedly. You were his dream girl and he couldnât 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 didnât 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 sexâ
âYeah,â you smirk. âLucky you.â
He groans as you tie your hair up the way he likes, knowing heâll 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 heâs 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 stoppingâŚ
âHow long does it take to shop?â Jason mutters, checking his watch. He was with his friends (again) and the film was starting in ten minutes. Heâd arranged a big date between the team and their girlfriends, expecting you to be there as Hawkins Highâs It Couple. Youâd agreed immediately and called him this morning telling him that he didnât 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. Youâd 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 heâs left waiting by the doors. He glances around. Itâs darkâmaybe you got lost? You didnât 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 heâs not aroundâso where were you?
Five minutes to the movie. If he doesnât go now, heâll 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, youâd 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 didnât look so bad on him when you stand him up.
He walks into the theatre alone.
Your fingernails scratch down Eddieâs 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.
âGod, princess, youâre gonna make me cum just looking this pretty,â he moans into your neck as he peppers you with kisses.
âEddie,â you breathe, butterflies fluttering in your stomachâfrom the compliment or the way his cock was repeatedly slamming in and out of you, you donât 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 itâs not just about the sex. Itâs 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 heâs adamant youâll 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, youâve 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 didnât judgeâshe 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.
âHey, princess,â Eddieâs voices brings you back to the moment. You blink and smile up at him. Heâs stopped moving, concern written all over his face. âYou alright, baby?â
You nod enthusiastically. âPerfect, Eds,â you tell him honestly, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper causing you both to groan. âJust fuck me. Please?â
You donât have to ask him twice.
I can't believe he's so trusting//While I'm right behind you thrustingâŚ
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 nothingâŚ
âThat sounds g-great, babe!â you tell Jason down the phone enthusiastically. âIâm so happy for you.â
Heâd called you when he knew youâd be home from school, telling you all about practice today. You knew he was waiting for an invitation over, butâŚ
Eddieâs 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 couldnât 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 topâŚ
You grind down into Eddieâs lap, your fingers tangled in his hair. His lips are so soft and you just want to feel them all over youâyour mouth, your jaw, your neck, your chest. You canât get enough of him. And in the two months youâve been seeing Eddie, the game has become riskier. Hellfire Club finally knew and youâd sworn them all to secrecy at the end of tonightâs meetingâchoosing tactfully to keep Lucas in the dark. You couldnât risk him telling Jason. Not yet.
It was almost Spring Break. Maybe youâd 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 couldnât wait until you guys were homeâyou had to have him there and then. And he certainly wasnât complaining as he came hard inside of you, loving the filthy idea of his cum being inside Jason Carverâs girlfriend. Because you werenât Jasonâs at allâyou were his.
I did her on his birthdayâŚ
Jason threw a huge party for his birthday, inviting the whole school.
âPlease come, Eddie!â 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.
âI donât know, princess,â Eddie says warily. âYou sure you wanna be around me and the freaks on pretty boyâs birthday?â
You roll your eyes. âEds, itâll be like the first party when we hooked up. Heâll be busy with the boys and the girls, and Iâll be able to sneak you into the bathroom and make hot, wild love to you.â You smile at him innocently.
He coughs, laughing lightly. âFuck, sweetheart, you canât say shit like that. Gonna make me fall in love with you.â More than I already have, he thinks.
âWell, if you come, maybe Iâll fall in love with you.â More than I already have, you think.
It takes him a second and then he concedes, âFine. But Iâm gonna sell while Iâm there.â
You snort, a sound he loves. âFine by me.â
And youâd 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 knowâŚ
You stay at Jasonâs 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 heâd 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 canât. The way you love Eddie.
I'm gonna tell Scotty Gonna tell him myself.
It takes three months for you to finally tell Jason.
Itâs 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 âCult of Vecnaâ campaign and you wanted nothing more than to tag along and watch the whole thing.
Your leg bounces beneath the table, anxious. Itâs too much now. You canât hold it in. The secret is slowly killing you, keeping you from sleeping, from breathing. You canât do it anymore. And you know itâs not fair on Jason, bad as your relationship is.
âWhat is that freak up to now?â 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.
âProbably nothing,â you say causally. âTell me about the game plan.â
You try to distract Jason from Eddie, but it doesnât work as Eddie shouts, âBut as long as you're into band or science orââ he sneers ââparties. Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!â 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. âYou want something freak?â
Y/N, he almost says. He catches himself, your eyes wide, and he pulls a face at Jason instead, turning around so he canât 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, âWhat a freak, I feel like he just cursed me.â His friends all laugh, boosting Jasonâs ego, but you press your lips together. Jason notices you not laughing and nudges you. âY/N? I said he probably just cursed me.â He waits for you to laugh, but you donât.
You swallow. âI donât think it was that funny.â You say and you feel everyoneâs eyes on you. Jason turns on the bench until heâs facing you.
âY/N, what the hell?â Jason asks, his voice low. He doesnât 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, whoâs branded a freak for being different.
You suddenly feel like you canât breath.
âY/N? Jason presses. âWhat the hell is wrong with you lately?â You look up, his eyes meeting yours. So heâs noticed your absence, finally, it seems. And now heâs had enough. Well, so have you as he begins to lecture you. âYouâre hardly around anymore, you donât come to games, you show up looking like trash, you donât listen to me at all. Who are you?â
âYou know what,â you say, loud enough for people around the cafeteria to notice. Youâre causing a scene now, good girl be damned. Youâre not going to sit still and look pretty for Jason Carver anymore. âFuck this.â You stand up from the table, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. From across the room, Eddie and his club look up. Now everyoneâs attention is on you.
âWhat?â Jason stands up, eyes wide.
âFuck this,â you repeat, taking a deep breath. âAnd fuck you, Jason.â
You move to walk past him but he grabs your arm and turns you back to face him. âDonât do this to me, Y.N,â he says dangerously. Heâs 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. âDonât make me look bad.â
You laugh bitterly. âThere is is,â you say, shaking your arm free of his grip. âI donât care if you look bad.â
âI swear to fucking god, Y/Nââ he begins but you wave an arm.
âSave it. You donât wanna look bad? You donât wanna be embarrassed?â 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. âIâve been fucking Eddie Munson behind your back for three months, Jason. And guess whatâI love him. I love him, do you hear me? So you can get fucked.â
Several people gasped. Jasonâs mouth fell open and his friends lose it. You donât wait for Jasonâs reaction as you turn your back on him for good and walk over to Eddieâs table. He grins at you and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. âWell, that was certainly dramatic,â he says by way of greeting, pulling a chair up so you can sit next to him.
âYou should join Hellfire,â Dustin says immediately, impressed by your balls as you sit down.
You laugh. âMaybe thatâs enough dramatics for the time being,â you say and the cafeteria falls back into its same old routine. Only now you donât have to hide when Eddieâs hand finds yours on the table and squeezes three times, making your heart soar:
I love you.
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Men wearing rings. Men wearing rings. Men wearing rings. MEN WEARING RINGS
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This is just so slutty
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medicine - billy hargrove x reader
pairing:Â billy x fem!reader
summary:Â you and billy sleep together at a party and it becomes a regular occurrence--and an intoxicating one
length:Â 2.4k
warnings:Â repeated mentions of sex, kissing, underage drinking, mention of drugs, lightly spicy, swearing, reader being a bit popular/uses guys/causal sex etc? idk how to describe that
a.n:Â i highly recommend you listening to the song Medicine by Harry Styles while reading this. Highly recommend. like, do it.
I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted.
Parties were your thing. You couldnât help it. You were a party girl. Drugs, sex, alcohol you wanted it all. But what you wanted right now, as the music thrummed loudly in your ear drums, was him.
Tinaâs Halloween party was teeming with people, all dressed up in various costumes. Youâd gone for Carrie, a 70s classic idolâwithout all the blood. You felt like a princess with your fluffed up hair, slinky dress and tiara. Youâd simply shortened the dress a bit to update it a little. The party was pretty decent, you had to admit, and youâd lost count of the amount of drinks youâd done by now. They seemed to keep appearing in your hands and you werenât going to turn them down. If only Munson was around to supply you with a little extra fun, but you didnât think heâd be invited to this kind of party.
This was a popular kid party. No freaks allowed, according to Tina. You didnât really care. Who was and was not popular didnât bother you a bit, as long as you had something in your system to dull the noise in your brain, you didnât care. And god was it loud tonight. Your eyes scanned the crowd from your position on top of the kitchen counter. Youâd hopped up to flirt with a recently graduated senior but soon grew bored when he couldnât kiss you properly. Youâd sent him scattering but took the drink and downed it, setting it aside. Watching everyone, you kicked your bare legs against the counter top, looking for someone else.
You were disappointed when you noticed that Steve Harrington was dancing like an idiot with none other than Nancy Wheeler. A pity. You kind of hoped heâd be available. Never mind, thereâd be someone else. And there he was, standing in the corner of the room, one arm against the wall above his head leaning ever so casually. He dripped of confidence and ego, like he knew he was attractive and he knew everyone wanted him.
And Billy Hargrove was watching you back. He tilted his head, amused. You hadnât really spoken to him, but you knew each other around school. He had a few friends that were in your circle, too, but you never really saw him hanging out with many people. His reputation with girls, however, preceded him. Youâd had plenty of girls gush about how good he was in bed and youâd always scoffed or rolled your eyes, but truthfullyâŚyou were curious. And with the alcohol pulsing through your veins, you wanted him.
You cocked your head back and gave him an innocent smile. He took this as an invitation and sauntered through the crowd of people, his eyes never leaving yours. He took a swig of his beer as he reached you. One hand went to your thigh, his fingers tickling the hem of your dress. âHello, princess,â he said, his voice enchanting.
âBilly,â you replied. He took a breath in and guided your thighs apart slightly until his body was nestled in between them. Your heart was fluttering like crazy. Desire burned through you.
âYouâre looking pretty good tonight, Y/N, if I do say so myself,â Billy said, eyeing you up and down, his gaze snagging on the way the material scoops down your chest and hugs your waist, your bare thighs wrapped around him. He licks his lips. âDrink?â
Your arms go around his neck and you move into him until your hips are touching. You can feel how much he wants you now and god did you want him too. âI think weâll just skip to the end, yeah?â You asked and he smirked, leaving his drink on the side and picking you up, settling you gently on the floor.
âCome on then, princess,â he said, taking your hand and guiding you to one of the rooms upstairs.
If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive.
âCome out tonight,â Billy leaned against your locker, giving you that look.
You twisted your mouth. You knew you wouldâanytime you and Billy ended up at a party together it always ended the way it did for Tinaâs Halloween party. It had become a regular occurrence and you certainly werenât complaining. It wasnât official, or exclusive. You both still dated around as and when you wanted to. But when the pair of you were together, it was something else entirely.
âCanât,â you replied, avoiding his eye and focusing on your locker. âI have to study.â
He scoffed. âSince when do you study?â He moved around you until he was standing behind you, arms above your head, his body pressed against yours, his lips by your ear. âCome on, princess, I know what you really want to do tonight.â
Your toes curled and you tried to resist your back arching into him. You were in the middle of the school hallway, people around you, and yet if Billy asked, youâd let him pin you against the locker for everyone to see. There was just something magnetic about him. But you had to stand your ground, shaking your head. âSorry.â You stepped out of his arms and finally looked at him. He raised an eyebrow like he didnât believe you. âIâm busy.â
His lips curled. âWell if you change your mind, princess, you know where Iâll be.â
âSure thing, Billy,â you called back to him as you walked off, forcing every step away from him.
He rang you later, when you were lying on your bed actually trying to study. Your mind was wandering though, thinking about the time you had invited Billy over and heâd climbed through your window. The things he had done to you right where you were lyingâŚ
âChanged your mind yet?â Billy asked. You could hear him moving around his room, getting ready. You rolled your eyes, imagining how much he preened himself before going out.
âNope,â you said, flicking through your textbook, emphasising the noise of the pages turning so he could hear.
He chuckled. âKeep telling yourself that, princess.â You scowled but he couldnât see you. âOh, make sure you wear that dress I like, yeah?â
Though he couldnât see it, your face flushed at the memory. You swallowed and forced yourself to reply sarcastically, âMhmm, yeah sure, Billy.â
âThatâs my girl,â he teased before hanging up the phone and you were left flustered. This was just a game, one you played often. Sometimes it was you teasing him until he was crawling after you. Other times, it was like this. Where heâd be adamant you were coming to see him the whole day and you denied it even though you knew damn well you would go. How could you not? But you knew that when you went out later, heâd act like he hadnât planned the whole thing. Asshole.
You sighed and closed your book. Your eyes went to your closet, where you knew the dress Billy liked was hanging up, practically calling to you. âGoddamn it,â you huffed, getting up from your bed and heading to your closet.
You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it.
This party was bigger than Tinaâs and you could barely see. Whoever's party it was had set up lights that flashed in time to the music, something upbeat and poppy that was currently charting even though you had no idea what it was. Was there a smoke machine too? God, it felt like you were in a club. Alone, a bit on edge, you found the nearest drinks table and helped yourself to a few shots of tequila and a bottle of something cold to keep your hands occupied. You werenât actively looking for him, you told yourself. You were just at a party that youâd been invited to anyway. This wasnât anything to do with him.
Yet youâd worn the dress, a short black number that highlighted every curve of your body that you knew Billy had already explored. As you wandered through the crowd of people, passing idiots doing keg stands and playing beer pong, you wondered why you let Billy do this to you. As youâd put the dress on, your eyes had scanned over your body, still feeling the taste of Billyâs lips on yours from that first party, felt the ghost of his fingertips on your arms, thighs, hipsâeverywhere.
You were sick, you told yourself. You had to be. That was the only explanation for why your body craved Billyâs so much. But it was like a vicious cycle. He was your medicine and you needed a regular dose to make yourself feel betterâbut that only worsened the problem, didnât it?
You took a rather large swig of your drink and shook yourself out of this mess. You turned the corner and found Billy, finally, on one of the many sofas. A girl was on his lap, giggling at something heâd said. Billyâs eyes were roaming up and down her body and you huffed an unsurprised laugh, folding your arms. As Billy leaned in to whisper something to her, his eyes found yours and he grinned. You beamed back knowingly, raising your free hand and waving to him before turning on your heels, knowing he had a good view of your ass in the dress, and you walked off.
Two could play at this game.
We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh
You had no idea who was kissing you. It was some guy youâd found upstairs and heâd been attractive enough to distract you from Billy and that girl. So when youâd leaned against the wall and pulled him onto you, he hadnât complained and neither had you. He tasted off cherry Coke and while not unpleasant, it was nothing compared to Billy. And when he kissed your neck, he didnât get the spot you loved so much the way Billy did. Fuck, you thoughtâheâd ruined everyone else for you. Nothing was the same. Neither of you had feelings for each other, you were coherent enough to know that it was nothing, never anything, more than just sex. And yet you didnât want to share him with anyone else.
The guy moaned your name into your neck and you closed your eyes, trying to get into it. But his hands were fumbling as they groped your sides and you eventually huffed and pushed him off you. He looked terrified. âThis isnât working,â you said to him simply. âRun along now.â He didnât say a word, just shifted his jeans and ran off. You sighed and leaned back on the wall, feeling suddenly very hot. The house was stifling and you could do with some fresh air so you slipped into the nearest bedroom, pleased to see the private balcony door were open.
There were two figures writing on the bed and they sat up abruptly as you entered. You rolled your eyes and said, âGet out,â and they left promptly. You wondered when youâd gained that power. Billy, you thought. Since people found out that you and Billy were screwing regularly, itâs like your popularity had soared. And somehow, they were scared of you. Or him.
You rested your arms against the balcony railing, looking down at the outside of the party. From your position, you were shrouded in darkness but you could see everyone. The garden was fairly big, a pool in the centre that was filled with drunk teenagers. There was barely any free space on the patio thanks to the tables stocked with alcohol and the amount of underage drinkers smoking and making out with each other. You laughed at them all and shook your head.
âNot the same, huh?â A familiar voice drawled behind you and you turned, leaning your back on the rails instead, to find Billy had entered the bedroom without you even hearing. He was wearing his signature smirk, his shirt unbuttoned at the top so you could see the top of his chest. God, he looked good. How was that fair?
âIâm sorry?â You replied, feigning obliviousness.
âThat guy,â he indicated his head behind him. âHe wasnât the same as me, was he?â He moved towards you slowly, like a predator stalking his prey. You had nowhere to go so you didnât stop him when he pressed into your body. You wondered if the darkness covered the pair of you from the people downstairs, whether if they were to look up to the balcony, theyâd see Billyâs arms on either side of your body, his face inches from yours.
âTell me, Y/N,â he said quietly and you almost groaned at the way his voice rolled through your body. âWho is it you really want to kiss you?â He dipped his head down and pressed chaste kisses to your collarbones, up to your neck and then the corner of your mouth. He paused and glanced up at you. âIâm waiting.â
âFor fuckâs sake, you, Billy!â you snapped, growing impatient. âNow will you fuck me, or what?â
He laughed and shook his head. âAlways so rude,â he joked and stood straight, offering you his hand. âShall we?
You pushed off the balcony railing and downed the rest of your drink, placing it on the table beside you. You wouldnât let him win this easily, Instead of taking his hand, you sauntered straight past him, letting him chase after you. You heard him groan and follow. Before you could get settled on the bed, he flipped the game again and grabbed your arm, pinning you against the wall.
The air was knocked from your lungs as he started his assault on you without another word and your head swam from desire as he touched you exactly where he knew you liked it.
âLet me get this straight, princess,â he whispered into your skin and you could just about hear him, your eyelids fluttering open. He was on his knees, lifting on of your legs over his shoulder. His hands were pushing your dress up to your hips. He made eye contact with you and you saw his eyes blown with lust as much as you knew yours were. âIn this little game of oursâŚâ He kissed your knees and slowly, slowly went up your thighs, stopping so close to where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, aching for it now.
âI always win.â
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ol okay this is based off a dream I had but Billy x fem reader them just spending time together cruzing in his car going for like ice cream or something and running into a dude reader had a âthing withâ( she was feeling him out but didnât like his vibe so told him she didnât wanna date him) and the dude gets mad bc she said she didnât wanna date and tries like insulting her and Billy isnât about that and like roughs him up a bit mainly lots of fluff
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cherry garcia
pairing:Â billy x fem!reader
summary:Â you and billy are best friends. totally platonic. except you're both in love with each other. but things change when you meet an old jaded flame on an ice cream date and billy steps in to defend you
length:Â 2.5k (look i love soft!Billy)
warnings:Â mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse (billyâs dad), mentions of untoward advances (v brief), slut shaming, mild violence
based on this request: Billy x fem reader them just spending time together cruzing in his car going for like ice cream or something and running into a dude reader had a âthing withâ( she was feeling him out but didnât like his vibe so told him she didnât wanna date him) and the dude gets mad bc she said she didnât wanna date and tries like insulting her and Billy isnât about that and like roughs him up a bit mainly lots of fluff
a.n:Â look billy defending your honour will never not be hot to me and i would write billy forever if i could. no vol2 spoilers here. set around s3 before billy is flayed
Billyâs arm is slung around your back as he drives. Thereâs a casualness to it that has become familiar in the few months you and Billy had been friends. You had never been majorly popular, but Billy singled you out anyway after seeing you skip class to light up a cigarette and he knew he had to know you. Little Miss Perfect, smoking? There was definitely more to you and he had been determined to find out. And he had. He learnt everything about you and somehow became your best friend. And youâd be lying if you said you didnât find him attractive with his long hair and easy confidence. You knew there was a darker side to him, but you knew about his dad and you understood why he was the way he was. And all you could do was be there for him.
Which is why you never said no to going on a drive with him. It was Saturday and most of Hawkins would be out and about in town. Once upon a time, you wouldâve thought Billy would be embarrassed to be seen with you. But he had never once made you feel that way. And, really, how could you not fall for him?
Especially after the look he gives you now, glancing sideways at you in his Camaro and grinning when he catches you staring. âAll good, doll?â he asks, hiding the smirk.
You roll your eyes. He knew the nickname drove you madâin more ways than one. âPeachy. Where are we off to today?â
He uses the hand behind your back to wave at the open scenery. You notice that youâre driving nowhere in particular, just anywhere Billy decides to turn. âDealerâs choice.â
âHmm,â you hum. The sun is going down slowly but itâs still hot out, the summer in full swing by now. The pair of you had spent the morning at the community pool, Billy working and you enjoying the view, and it had been sweltering. You swore you were still feeling the effects of spending a whole day outside, so you grin and say, âIce cream, please.â
He rolls his eyes. âYouâre so predictable,â he says. You give him your infamous puppy-dog eyes and soon heâs speeding up, the wind rushing through your hair and you laugh wildly. Billyâs smile widens, enjoying seeing you so happy. âYour wish is my command, doll.â
He takes the long way, stretching out the journey for as long as possible. Thereâs something about the way your hair is blowing in the wind and the way your eyes crinkle as you smile and sing along to whatever song was playing on his stereo (he canât even focus when youâre looking the way you do) that makes Billy want to stay in this moment forever. Youâre different from what he expected you to be. Different from everyone, really. Youâre the only person in the planet who knows exactly what he is and has never once turned their back on him. And damn, if that didnât make him want to make you his forever. If you asked him to, heâs pretty sure heâd get down on his knees for a single piece of you. He would do anything to make you happy because to him, he owes you a lifelong debt for just being there for him, for looking after him when his dad beats him, for listening to him rant and cry about anything from his dad, to Max, to school.
When he first moved to Hawkins and started classes at school, he heard about you in passing. You werenât a popular girl, but you were a notorious A-Grade student. You were smart and funny and beautiful and deserved to be with someone like Harrington. And yet all you had done was shoot down men like Steve. Youâd picked Billy as much as heâd picked you and he couldnât believe his luck. Heâs sure that one day heâll blink and wake up and this whole friendship will have been a dream. A cruel one where it shows him exactly what he wants only to rip it away from him.
You catch him staring at you and raise an eyebrow. âDonât you think you should be focusing on the road?â
âShit, yeah.â His eyes snap back to the front and he swerves to avoid a kid on a bike. You chuckle and it sends a shiver down his back. He clears his throat. âShut up.â
You make it to the ice cream parlour as the sunsets and it feels eerily romantic as you both slide into a booth. Several people from school are around but you ignore them completely, even when they begin to whisper. Your friendship was still talked about but you never cared. Billyâs eyes dance over the groups of people looking at you and he raises a challenging eyebrow at them and they stop talking immediately. Satisfied, he turns his attention to you.
Youâre already scanning the menu, unbothered by everyone else. His heart does a little flutter and he swallows thickly. âWhat are you going for, doll?â
Looking up, you give him an incredulous look. âAre you kidding? Like thereâs more than one answer?â
Billy groans and rolls his eyes. âRight, how could I forget? One scoop strawberry, one scoop cherry garcia and a whole lotta sprinkles.â
You beam. âAh, itâs like you know me so well.â
He snorts and gets up. âWho could forget such a disgusting combo?â
âIt is not disgusting! Strawberry and cherry are both fruits, right? Itâs not like Iâm mixing, oh I donât know, peanut butter and butter pecan!â
He points a stern finger at you. âDo not disrespect the butter-based ice cream flavours in front of me, doll. It wonât end well for you.â Heâs joking but man did it make you both squirm. Not that even of you notice the otherâs reaction to what he just said. Billy swallows and nods briefly at you before wandering up to the counter.
Alone at the table, you press your lips together, trying not to grin. Your eyes scan the menu again, going over and over the words but youâre not really reading them. No, youâre busy analysing every moment of your friendship. Sometimes the line between you two being friends and more blurred, but never enough for you to be sure about his feelings. You knew heâd been with plenty of girls and dated around sometimes, but he would drop any of them if you called him and asked to see him. Surely that means something coming from a guy like Billy?
At the counter, Billy repeats your orders to the kid behind the counter and then waits. Heâs staring at the glass, at the tubs of ice creams, all various colours but they all just swirl into one big mess. Why had he said that to you? It wonât end well for you. That was the exact same kinda shit heâd say to a girl he was on a date with. He wasnât on a date with you. You were just two best friends getting ice cream together after a long drive, in the same place most couples went to. But this definitely wasnât a date. If it was, he would definitely have kissed you by now. Hell, you wouldnât have even made it into the ice cream parlour.
âUm, sir?â Billy blinks and notices the ice cream guy staring at him, holding out two cups. He mutters his thanks and takes them, turning back around to see youâsee you talking to another guy. Something deflates a little inside of him.
âAw come on, sweetheart,â Mitch Bradshaw was saying to you, leaning over the booth so he towered over you. âI know you said no once but you donât mean it, do you?â
âYes, Jason,â you affirm. âI meant it. Iâm not interested in you.â
âThatâs not what you said the first time,â he smirks and itâs different from the way Billy smirks. This makes you uneasy. âDidnât you enjoy our last date?â
âNo,â you say bluntly. âI didnât. You spent the whole time trying to feel me up and then got pissy when I said no. So, no, I didnât enjoy it. I didnât like your vibe man, deal with it.â
He looks wounded then, something like anger crossing his face. âMaybe you should try it again,â he says and leans forward, his face inches from yours, his arm around your shoulders the way Billyâs had been in the car. But this isnât Billy and it feels all wrong. âI can be quite persuasive, you know.â
Before you can react, Mitchâs body is pulled away from yours and Billyâs face appears. You breathe in relief. âHey man,â Billy says. âYou hitting on, Y/N, here? Even when she said no to you?â
âTwice,â you add.
Billy grins. âTwice,â he repeats. Mitch is a couple inches smaller than Billy but he might as well have been two feet tall. He practically shrinks under Billyâs gaze, but his male bravado gets the better of him and he tries to square up, pulling himself out of Billyâs grip. âIâm thinking,â Billy continues. âThat you need to scram before I show you what happens when you insult my girl here.â
My girl. God, it should be illegal for Billy to call you that when youâre just platonic. Completely platonic. Definitely platonic.
Mitchâs eyes glance between the pair of you. He scoffs. âWhatever man, sheâs all yours.â
Billyâs jaw twitches but he lets it go, watching as Mitch glances at you once more and then turns to leave, his friends waiting for him like a bunch of idiots. They walk out the door of the parlour and you relax a little. Billy sits back down, the ice cream cups in one hand. How he managed to pull Mitch away and look intimidating while holding ice cream was beyond you. A Billy miracle.
âYou alright, doll?â he asks you, sliding your cup over.
You shrug. âHeâs an ass,â is all you say, picking up your spoon and mixing your ice cream until you have a cherry-strawberry mash-up.
Billy wrinkles his nose at you. âI canât believe you find that delicious.â
You snort. âI canât believe I found Mitch delicious, once, but alas here we are.â
He throws a napkin at you and you dodge, falling into a fit of laughter. He takes a second to make sure your laughter is genuine, that youâre really okay, and then heâs laughing too, even though heâs still tense. Mitch had riled him up big time. How dare he try it on with you when youâd already turned him down? Billy was many things: an ass, a jerkâheâd heard it all. But he didnât force himself on a girl when it wasnât wanted. Lucky for him he was just very good at telling when a girl wanted him.
Except with you.
You spend the next half an hour chatting about everything, avoiding all the subjects that were off limits unless Billy saidâhis dad, Max, his mom. Once both of you have finished your ice creams and Billy checks you donât want another round (which is honestly so tempting), the pair of you leave. Itâs a tad colder by the time you walk out the parlour, the night fully settled in. You shiver involuntarily and wish you had packed a jacket. Billy notices and without a word slips his denim jacket off and around your shoulders. You snuggle in, the familiar scent of Billyâs cologne enveloping you.
You donât notice Mitch and his friends leaning against the wall as you hook your arm into Billyâs and head for his Camaro. Not until you hear him muttering, âDamn, Y/N really gets around huh?â
Billy freezes and you tense in anticipation. âJust ignore it,â you tell him, trying to get him to move again. But he wouldnât budge.
You hear Mitch laughing. âWhat a slut.â
âWhat did you call her?â Billy asked. He let go of your arm and turned to face Mitch and his friends. They were grinning and smirking at each other.
Mitch cocks his head. âI said what aââ
Billy surges forward and pins him against the wall before he can even get the last word out. Your hands fly to your mouth. âBilly!â
Mitch pales. His eyes are wide, terrified of Billy, who simply pushes him further back into the wall. âI said,â Billy grinds out, pure rage by now. âWhat. Did. You. Call. Her?â Mitch shakes his head, stammering. âN-nothing, Billy, âm sorry!â His friends do nothing, backing away slowly.
Billy chuckles but thereâs no warmth to it. This kind of laugh was reserved for these situations. Where he was trying to hold back his anger as much as possible. âDonât apologise to me, Bradshaw.â He indicates behind him to where you stand in Billyâs jacket, chewing your lip. âApologise to her.â
Mitch eyes you and swallows as much as he can with Billy pinning him so hard. Youâre certain heâll leave some form of bruise on Mitch. Good, you think. Let him learn what it feels like to be intimidated and marked by a man you donât want. You lift your head, waiting. âIâm sorry, Y/N,â Mitch says, his ego all but vanished. âDidnât mean it.â
You cross your arms and cock your head the way Mitch had done seconds ago. âThatâs alright, Mitch. You say Iâm a slut yet you canât even get any action from me. Surely that says more about you than it does about me?â
Billy licks his lips and grins, proud. Mitch, however, blushes and scrambles for words as Billy drops him. He decides against saying anything and just stalks off, his friends chasing after him. Billy turns his attention on you and cackles. âI have to say, doll, I love that wicked mouth of yours sometimes.â
Another innuendo. God, what was Billy doing to you? You look at him, and he looks at you, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. You werenât afraid of your feelings. Not after everyone thought what they wanted to think anyway. And damn did you love Billy.
You raise an eyebrow at him. âYour girl, huh?â You ask daringly, stepping closer to him until youâre nose to, well, chest. You look up at him and something dances in his eyes that you rather like the look of.
âMm, keep teasing me, doll, and see where it gets you,â he replies darkly.
Fuck it. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean up, your lips inches from his neck as you whisper, âMaybe I want to find out.â
Billy all but groans and lifts you up, not wasting a second longer before the pair of you climb into the back of his Camaro. âFuck, I love you, doll,â is the last thing Billy says before youâre all his, officially.
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Eddie Munson was a gifted kid who grew up in poverty and neglect without the nurturing environment he desperately needed.
He was neurodivergent and hyperactive.
He coped in high school by experimenting with drugs, skipping school, making himself to be the most expressive and obnoxious in any room, and kept himself preoccupied with hobbies, friends and a fictional world to avoid any thought of his actual future.
And man, if that isnât some specific ass representation you never get but desperately need.
Thatâs the scoop.
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straight boys should kiss their boybestfriends AT LEAST once. just to see if they like it
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sunshine - eddie munson x reader
pairing:Â eddie x reader
summary:Â you are my sunshine becomes yours and eddie's song
length:Â 1.5k
warnings:Â mentions of death, sadness, grief i think, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs and satanism (vvv brief), also fluff?
a.n:Â 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 sunshineâŚ
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, âEddie, my parents used to sing this to me! I think itâs a lovely song!â
âUh huh, sure it is, sunshine,â he had grinned back and then the nickname had stuck. Sunshine. You were each otherâs 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 âsunshineâ wasnât. That was very real.
You make me happy, when skies are greyâŚ
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.
âYou okay, sunshine?â 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. âAlways, Eds.â 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 âfreakâ, the âSatanistâ, but at home in his trailer, with you by his side, he was simply himself. And god, would he do anything for you.
Youâll never know dear, how much I love youâŚ
Your whole world flipped upside down the day Chrissy died in Eddieâs 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 hadnât 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 couldnât hurt a fly let alone a whole person.
Jason and his team found you first. You werenât friends with them by any means, and they practically branded you as a freak too for being Eddieâs girl, but they didnât pick on you as much. You always suspected it was because your parents and Jasonâs were friends and he had to lay off you a bit. But that didnât stop him questioning you a few days after Chrissyâs death. There was a knock on your door and youâd been home alone so you answered it, thinking it would be a reporter or a cop asking you more questions about Eddie that you didnât know the answer to.
Instead, you found Jason and his band of idiots. âOh,â you had said, keeping the door open only a sliver. âWhat do you want?â
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 boyfriendâs trailer. Youâd be pissed too. You understood. But what you didnât like it when they forced themselves into your house and ignored your protests, surrounding you like a pack of dogs.
âWhat the hell, Jason!â You seethed. âGet out of my house.â
âNot until you tell me where he is,â he had demanded, scarily calm. His hands shook but his voice was steady. If he found EddieâŚhe would kill him.
You shook your head. âI told the police already, I donât know. I havenât seen him since the day Chrissyâwell, you know. I saw him at school and then I went home.â Jason couldnât 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: heâd be back, and youâd 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 heâd be at Reefer Rickâs. 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 hadnât spotted you yet. âEds,â 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.
âItâs okay, sunshine,â you whispered. âIâm here. I believe you.â
That blind faith, that belief that you would never think him capable of what he was accused of, almost made Eddieâs 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 donât take my sunshine away.
You had all fought so bravely, so hard, and it hadnât 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.
âCome on, Eds,â you cried as his eyes fluttered. âStay with me.â
âBad, huh?â he croaked, still cracking jokes.
You blinked hard and the tears rolled down your cheeks. âNo youâre gonna be fine.â 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 couldnât move. He was too weak.
âI didnât run away this time, right?â he asked you both and your heart shattered.
âNo, Eds,â you sobbed. âYou didnât run.â
His brown eyes flicked to Dustin and he told him to look after the âlittle sheepâ 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.
âI think itâs finally my year,â Eddie said softly and you pressed your mouth together as hard as you could, wincing at the pain. He looked at Dustin. âI love you, man.â
âI love you, too,â Dustin didnât hesitate.
And then Eddieâs eyes turned to you for the very last time. âI love you, Y/N.â
Crying harder, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. âI love you, too, sunshine.â 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. âYou are my sunshine, my only sunshineâŚâ
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