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denim-devil · 6 months

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Bad To The Bone - Week 1 | Mirror Fucking/Hair pulling

Summary - When hearts collide, Billy chooses to chase after the longing thoughts that have only you in the midsts of them all, the biggest halloween party ever hosted in the small town of Hawkins was his best bet to finally entice those very thoughts…

Pairings - Bully!Billy Hargrove x M!Reader

The cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he stalked the crowded room, his eyes lingering on the current sight before him. Steve’s hands were far to close for his liking, lightly grabbing at your swaying hips.

What had felt like an eternity, Billy slowly crept toward the two of you, anger and malice ran through his veins like the blood circulating his body had done, bubbling up, growing closer to a boiling point.

Steve’s lips felt warm against the crook of your neck, his teeth nibbling gently against the dampness. Although under the influence, you had no desire to stop him, not after the end of your mid-night rendezvous with the current king and bully of Hawkins High.

A slight shove had forced the ridiculed Steve into the wall beside the two of you, a harsh bang sounding out into the room, even with the noisy crowd of teenage students and the humming beats of madonna…it was loud.

“Watch it asshole-“

Steve ushered out with a hiss. As if time itself was a concept, you stood, frozen. Billy stood with a proud smirk, his black, slightly damp leather jacket was hung open, showcasing the toned physique you were once frequented with.

“Watch what? I didn’t do anything”

Billy tuts, his eyes flicking over to you, looking you up and down like he would his next meal, like a dangerous predator to it’s prey. A certain ache began to pool between your legs, what were once pale, your cheeks were now a deep shade of crimson, taking note of Billy’s looming figure.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?”

Taking a puff of his cigarette, it goes back to laying loose between a shit-eaten grin, his tongue flicking over the orange tip. Billy had no time for games, nor Steve’s bullshit, instead he opted for the obvious choice, charging toward you with his fingerless leather gloves which eagerly wrapped around your bicep, yanking you toward the stairs.

“Oh your in so much shit sweetheart”

He half growled, half whispered, even with the music blaring and the crowd going back to dancing and chatting, Billy took himself seriously, only wanting you to know what was to follow as you stumbled up behind him, leaving a confused Steve, stammering around in the very same corner.

He hadn’t bothered to look back, feeling how limp your wrist was within his grip had told him everything he needed to know, you had no fight to win, Billy had already won, more so with the dingy bathroom door flying open with a tug and a kick.

Thump, thump, thump. It rang through your ears like an alarm, heartbeat pacing like a jockey and it’s horse during a race, running quicker once the door slammed shut and the click of the lock latching away both your confidence and the thoughts of an impending escape.

He stood, flicking the cigarette bud onto the floor before raising one of his heavy boots, stomping the crisp leftovers into dust.

You watched the older male proceed to shake of his jacket, leaving him in just the denim jeans he was naturally acquainted with.

“You better think twice before ever letting Harrington touch you like that again-“

Nodding was the only beneficial answer, earning a daring smirk from the manic jock before you. His golden locks were matted yet matched the darkness now claiming the once ocean blue eyes he usually sported, his hair resting against the sweaty tan skin that covered his innards.

His steps grew closer with each thump correlating with your heartbeat, black boots treading against the tiled floor toward you until his warm breath fanned lightly across your pink-dusted cheeks.

“Billy- please, it was nothing, j-just needed something”

He tutted before pressing his body against you, pushing you further into the floral wallpapered brick behind, instantly making you feel small and defenceless.

“Save it- you need to learn a thing or two…”

Billy doesn’t think twice, he normally doesn’t before acting on said thoughts, twisting your body, roughly laying you stomach first against the counter top that faced the elongated mirror before you.

His body, warm and delectable now rolled into your arched form from behind, pushing most of his growing erection against you, forcing you to feel your own impending doom.

“You should be thanking me sweetheart, you got this cock all to yourself and you were ready to throw it away like dog shit- fuck”

You incoherently mumble a short “no” before pushing back momentarily, testing the waters. Luck had happened to be in your favour, a starving Billy, craving nothing but to ravish you groaned before pulling back.

It was easier to see this way, watching eager finger tips make quick work of his leather belt and crotch zipper, both thumbs hooking into the burgundy band of his boxers, wiggling them down slowly, past the light trimming of blonde pubes surrounding his veiny, thick base.

“Can’t stop thinking about how easily you take this dick”

Your tongue trails over your dry lips, watching as the band smoothly runs further down, catching on the moist tip before being completely removed, his cock bounces, loudly slapping into his toned abdomen, the head angry with urgency, a deep crimson in colour, he was thick from base to tip, a singular girthy vein running on the underside, splitting off just underneath the curve of his tip.

He chuckled at the reaction, watching as the same lips he used to get himself once in the janitor closet after gym class hung agape, eyes wide with earnest and adoration.

“Don’cha think Harrington would give it in so easy? Look at you, all dolled up for the wrong guy-“

You groan into the warm air of the now secluded space, the bathroom, although big felt small with the presence of Billy watching over you, his shadow looming in every corner from the dim strip light placed just above the mirror, forwarding his domineering ways.

“Billy- I got dolled up for you…”

As if words were a dagger, sharp and pointy, cutting into his skin, seeping deeper and changing his whole point of view. It was clear now, from the tight, revealing light wash jeans that hugged every spot he had both discovered and devoured more then once to the dainty leather jacket that had you looking smaller then usual, swallowing you up.

“Oh really? Fuck princess, you really know how to rile up a guy”

His fingers tips scrambled from your inner thighs upward, towards the belt loops and eventually to the knot holding you together.

Billy had made quick work with your belt and jeans, unclasping the metal before roughly pulling down the tight denim that hugged you perfectly, followed by the white briefs unveiling the very source of his affliction and desire.

His cock, thick and heavy, laid perfectly between your crack, pulsing at the very thought of being inside once again, after weeks of having blue balls, it was his forbidden truth to feel you all over again, like the first.

“Harrington could never- you really think he could fuck you the way I do? Make you feel things…”

Reaching down, a warm hand cups the base of your dick before slightly tugging, the leather cold against the warmth he was supplying. The moans that had forced themselves from deep within bubbled up into a whimper once surpassing your open lips.

His free hand managed to sneakily wrap itself within your hair, tugging harshly, you were not getting out of this, even if you had the choice.

“I won’t ask you again doll-“

You mumble a sharp, squeaky “no” once the angry tip rests softly against the puckered skin surrounding your entrance and Billy’s gateway into bliss. A few more tugs was all he offered up before removing his hand from your dribbling member, slightly patting at the pert globes you arched into him.

He chuckled cockily, his beer-soaked chest resting against your clothed back before looking up into the glass mirror. It was almost invigorating to see himself like this, to watch you wriggle with anticipation, giving in so easily, allowing Billy himself to guide you through his ecstasy, it was even better, a strangers bathroom had never brought him so much glory.

“Atta boy, come on, won’t you relax for me, let me in sweetheart…”

He slips in with ease, creating a stretch that burned like the sun, growing with each passing inch, watching as his tongue danced against your neck, how your features twisted with pain…then pleasure.

“Look at yourself-“

He settles against you before pressing his hips flush against your own, filling you up, warm and thick in your gut. Tear-stained eyes flick up to settle on his baby blues that twitched with lust, his smirk big and proud, almost intimidating.

“That’s it- that’s my pretty boy, such a sweet thing for me, all for me”

He panted before pulling completely back with an audible pop, watching his cock bob, he ushered himself back in to the hilt with a loud slap, this was something Billy would never forget, clearly.

“Keep your eyes on me princess-“

You did, watching him roll his hips, feeling each inch slip and slide against your velvet walls, his tip edging it’s way back and forth, watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Bill- Billy, please-“

You gasp before he presses fully forward, pushing against your pleasure spot and watching you gasp, tongue licking at dry lips. Once again you find his eyes, blushing at the wet laps he gives your neck.

“You’ll think twice next time hmm?”…

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #smut #possessive!billy #this woulf of been longer- but i’ve lost interest #hope yall enjoy it for what it is 🫶

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: hey guys! it's me, like wayyyy too many months later but i did promise i would post it this year even if it's like next year in a few hours but here it is!

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oh oh i'm falling in love, oh no i'm falling in love again, oh, i'm falling in love i thought the plane was going down how'd you turn it right around

Y/N stared in disbelief at the Sergeant, not entirely sure if she had heard him correctly. Maybe it was the Scotch. Could Scotch go bad, could it expire? Sure old Scotch was better than a recent one but surely there was some sort of limit as to how long a liquid can sit lost in time until it gives you some sort of poisoning. Surely malt and water couldn't last forever without causing some sort of illness or hallucination which would explain why Bucky Barnes had just told her he loved her. Or maybe he told her that he loathed her, that would make more sense.

- I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear it right ... What did you say? - she asked and Bucky swore she was trying to kill him or maybe embarrass him. However, his ego was high on the three glasses of Scotch he already had.

- I said I loved you.

- You love me? - what else was there to ask. Maybe she was mishearing him again, yet it came more of a disbelief rambling rather than the question she meant it to be.

- Yes. - he said, moving closer to her, his eyes more interested in the shade of her lips rather than her eyes which were sure to bring any grown men to their knees. - I love you, I really, really like you Y/N.

- Like a friend?

Had Y/N been anyone else Bucky would've probably laughed and had Bucky been anyone else Y/N would hide in her bedroom until he disappeared. Things were ... different, she guessed. It felt different to hear it from him, different than when she heard it from Christopher or her first boyfriend or the first guy she ever liked. It felt unsure in the way which she didn't know how to reply, she didn't know when to reply. It was a mature and immature feeling, threading almost along the line of paradoxical. It was if the feeling itself verified her madonna persona yet tempted the whore which laid under, the temptress. It was both tempting and comforting for something that was so out of her reasonable comfort zone.

- No, not like a friend. - he was close enough she could smell the remnants of his cologne, the scent of scotch in his breathe. - I love you like lovers do.

- Is that what we are? Lovers?

- Are you ever not questioning me?

- It's a fair question, isn't it? - she raised her brow almost in defiance and moved closer, tempting him further. - I thought you liked my questions.

Bucky rolled his eyes before his hands grabbed her hips and moved her closer so their noses touched. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like a while, the mere sound of the wind brushing through the trees outside sounding like electricity until he made his move, moving closer until their lips collided. As if they'd done , they move closer to each other, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Their lips meet in a passionate, lustful kiss, and the world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the moment. She pulled away, biting her lip almost in a painfully shy manner.

- I should go back upstairs. I have to take Sadie to school tomorrow. - she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks as if she could wipe the heat of her cheeks.

- Of course. - Bucky moved away as she got up from the couch. - Hey, I can take her if you want to sleep. It's fine, I can go to the office later.

- It's fine, it's my job. Uh ... good night, Sergeant.

She ran up the stairs like an embarrassed school girl, almost tripping on the bottom of her pyjama trousers, and rushed into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. What was she doing? She couldn't make out with her boss, that went against her contract ... I mean, it wasn't like there was a clause stipulating she couldn't make out with Bucky yet it was still highly unprofessional. He was her boss, her very attractive, tall and rugged handsome boss ... but her boss. Her boss who was sometimes unprofessional himself, he had even inserted himself into the Christopher situation. Still, she was a professional and a professional doesn't make out with her boss.

She laid down in bed with a huff, staring at the lights in the ceiling of her bedroom. Did Bucky had the same lights in his ceiling? He probably did, this was his house after all. The same house she was living in for free, the same house of the man who paid her a really good salary.

- Y/N? - a knock on her door interrupted her mind's rambling. She got up and opened to see Bucky staring at his feet. - I wanted to apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable, it was unprofessional on my part.

- No, no, it's my fault too, I mean ... I kissed you back. - she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

- Please don't apologise, I should've known better but it's damn good scotch, which isn't really an excuse. - he started rambling himself, looking at her like a high schooler would look a girl he really wanted to take on a date. It was cute. - Maybe we shouldn't drink more scotch.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

He shrugged playfully before turning to go to back to his bedroom before he could do anything else he would regret, however, Y/N was still very much considering whether she should do something that she could regret tomorrow.

- Sergeant Barnes? - she called after him, almost in a faint whisper so his daughter wouldn't wake up. - Are you gonna ask me out?

- Excuse me?

- You said you loved me. Are you gonna ask me out?

- Do you want me to ask you out? - he smirked, crossing his arms.

- I'm not gonna answer that question. - she met him in the middle with an equal smirk. - I wasn't the one who said I love you.

- Yeah but I wasn't the one asking the boss to ask her out.

- Ask me out, Barnes.

- Is that an order?

Bucky was close, close enough she could see the smile lines resulting from and she couldn't help herself, she didn't want to help herself. She kissed him, her hand placed on the back of his neck as they kissed. It wasn't soft or sensual, it was needy, as if they would cease to exist. She pulled him towards her bedroom, her hands grabbing at his jumper to pull it over his head. She had heard he was very well built and she had caught glances of him shirtless before but seeing it so up close, every defined muscle, the texture of his skin made her want to scold herself for not having looked harder the other times.

- I don't think I've been in this bedroom for this long. - he pulled her shirt over her head as he looked around the bedroom. It was her bedroom after all and she wasn't in the mood to usually let him inside to see anything. - Or seen you shirtless this long.

- Do you ever stop talking? - Bucky smiled and looked at her.

His hands wandered down to her hips and his thumbs lightly brushed over her hips. He pinned her against the door, his leg between hers as he pressed himself closer to her. His lips drew a pattern from behind her ear to her collarbone, his fingers snapping her bra strap against her skin.

- Do you know how long I've waited for this? - he chuckled as he felt her body close to his, the shape of her breasts pressed against his chests and the sweet nothings of the moans she was trying to keep from escaping. - You've been tempting me since the moment you walked through my door.

He chuckled as she held in a gasp, his body moving closer and closer to her. He turned her around, kissing her hard again and threw her in the body, covering her uncovered body with kisses as he massaged her skin. She felt him slide his hands just a bit further down, kissing and softly bitting her skin. The feelings are overwhelming and the mere foreplay of kissing and massaging is sending shivers down her body. Everything about him was making her go crazy.

- Bucky, please. - he smiled and he kissed back as he let his fingers move down a just little lower. He leaned in and nuzzled into her more.

His thumb pressed over her clit just over her cotton white underwear, rolling it in small and torturously slow motions making her moan. The fabric moistened under his finger making him smirk as he extended his neck to kiss hers.

- You're so wet. - he chuckled as he kissed down her legs and to the laced hem of her underwear. - You wanted me just as much as I wanted you.

- Wait, what are you doing? - she cupped his face, pulling him up.

- I'm gonna eat you out, baby. What does it look like?

- I've never had anyone do that to me before so maybe we could skip it?

- Christopher didn't eat you out? - he chuckled. - No wonder you're so wound up over some over the underwear play. No one is treating you right.

- You really wanna talk exes?

- If you let me eat you out, you won't regret it. - he looked at her waiting for her consent. Y/N weighed out the options and the benefits, mostly considering her memories of when Sadie was at her grandmother's and Bucky brought in flavour of the month Samantha and for the whole week Y/N could hear nothing but loud moaning. She wanted the loud moaning as well so she nodded her head.

Bucky grinned like a devil, kissing down her collarbone all the way to the hem of her underwear. His hands slide inside her underwear, pulling it down her legs and throwing it somewhere into the floor. He kissed the side of her knee, the 2 day old stubble of his unshaved beard burning the skin in a very good manner. His kisses continued down her knee to her calf as he placed her legs on his shoulders and lowered down to her heat. Bucky swore in that moment he could happily die in the middle of her legs happily surrounded by her scent. He kissed and bit the inside of her thighs, definitely leaving marks which would make sure she would never forget. His thumbs spread her wide open and his head fully lowered now, his tongue licking a long yet slow strip up to her clit. The sensation was new for sure, it was nothing like what she had ever felt before and as she was learning to adapt to the new feelings his tongue was causing, he starting suckling on her clit, his tongue ever so slightly teasing the top of it. She gasped in a moan, her hands gripping at his hair.

- Bucky! - she said in between shallow breathes bringing him immense enjoyment that he was causing her. He started eating her out like a starved man, her fluids coating his chin and neck as he went in for another lick before he started to use his fingers. Her nails gripped the sheets.

- Chris didn't treat you like this? - he came back up biting the side of her knee. - I bet not, which is why you're so wet.

- Go back. - she almost pouted and Bucky couldn't say no. He went back down and started suckling on her clit while his fingers pumping in and out of her hole. Her fingers tightened around the sheets and on his hair and she started to see black spots in her vision, she attempted to control her breathe but found herself unable to do so as Bucky's mouth and fingers brought her to orgasm.

Her back fully hit the mattress and she stared at the lights in her bedroom with her mouth softly open as her breathes came out softly. Bucky kissed his way up to the corner of her mouth before fully kissing her, his knee rubbing against her core. She whimpered, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

- You're good? - he asked, kissing the side of her head.

- I'm good. - her hands made their way to the top of his sweats, trying to pull them down.

- Someone's needy. - he grinned as he helped her shake him out of his sweats and underwear. He grabbed her thighs and put her in positions before grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance. He looked into her eyes once more looking for reassurance before he sheathed himself inside her, groaning as he did so. Her legs wrapped around his hips, helping him bottom out as he leaned towards her to kiss her once more. - Can I move, baby?

- Yes, please.

His hips moved ever so slightly making her moan which was a sign for him to move. His hand held hers and he began to thrust in and out, his balls hitting her bottom as he did. He drowned her moans with a kiss, moving again fast enough to make the headboard hit the wall. The bedroom filled up with their moans and the smell of sex as she reached the her last orgasm of the night. Once Bucky felt her release, he began chasing his own, throwing his head back and groaning. He finished inside of her, ropes of white spilling out from her hole and in the sheets.

He fell to her side and smiled, merely happy to look at the sight of her before the two fell asleep.

(...)

She woke up next morning to the faint chatter and laughter downstairs. She rubbed her eyes, looking at the state of the room. Memories came rushing to her and she couldn't help but slightly smiled as she wrapped herself in her robe and made her way downstairs. Sadie was dressed and was sat at the table eating pancakes while Bucky was nursing a cup of coffee.

- Daddy did your hair, huh? - she said to Sadie as she reached her, noticing her lobbed ponytail. She took the scrunchie off and started to plaid the hair.

- Thank you! - she said through the food she was eating.

- Sleep well? - Bucky asked as he hid a smirk behind his coffee cup.

- I did, did you? Sore? - she asked as she grabbed a cup of coffee herself. - You look a bit blushed still, Sergeant.

- Are you busy this afternoon?

- Depends.

- Reservations downtown at 7?

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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 10)

(Part one) (part eleven)

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um. So. I don’t know how to write kissing. And like…yeah, just have whatever this is, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

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Steve woke up that evening with his face pressed into Robin’s side, red creases on his cheeks from the folds of her t-shirt. She was half curled around him, a hand in his hair and one leg thrown over his, the other kneeing hard into his thigh.

He could faintly hear the doorbell ringing, pressing his face back into Robin’s side and huffing. Robin squirmed slightly, tugging in his hair, and Steve reached up, moving her hand away from his head. “Your dad gonna get that?”

Robin shook her head, here eyes still closed. “You go, M’not getting up.”

“Gee, thanks, Robs,” Steve muttered, sitting up and stretching, grabbing one of Robin’s t-shirts and pulling it over his head. It had Freddy Mercury on it.

His feet felt heavy as he made his way downstairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and opening the door. It was raining—a quiet kind of rain—and there was Kendall, Eddie hovering behind her, his face ducked and his cheeks pink.

“Oh,” Steve whispered, looking Eddie over. Kendall just smiled and waved slightly.

“Thought I got the wrong house,” she admitted, looking around again. She had done the the first time, too. “Thought you lived up in Loch Nora, not here.”

“I do—this is…my, uh…my friend’s house. She’s upstairs. Sleeping. Yeah,” Steve mumbled, looking down, his face flushed and his brain still fuzzy from sleep.

Kendall nodded, looking Steve over, and then over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps. Steve turned to see Robin stumbling down the stairs, just in boxers and her other Madonna t-shirt, since Steve had left the first one at Eddie’s. “Steve?”

Steve glanced back at Eddie, who caught his gaze before looking away again, his eyes a bit glassy. Steve’s probably were, too. “Hm?”

Robin’s eyes widened and she stopped next to Steve, her cheeks pink. Steve followed her gaze to Kendall, his eyebrows pressing together. “Robs? Hello?”

Robin didn’t look over at him, just staring down at the floor in front of her. “Who’s this?”

“Eddie. And Kendall.”

“Huh. Uh…cool. I’m gonna, um…”

Kendall glanced back at Steve and then Eddie, before motioning to her truck with one hand, a quizzical look on her face. Robin nodded and pushed past Steve.

“Be back in a sec, Eds, gonna go and show…?” Kendall trailed off.

“Robin,” Robin supplied.

“Yeah—gonna go show Robin the car. For a bit.”

Eddie’s face scrunched up and he rolled his eyes. “You’ve still gotta drive me home in that, you know.”

Kendall flipped him off.

There was a pause of silence, and then Eddie sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “Jesus, okay—look, man, could I…Come in?”

Steve hesitated. This wasn’t his house, and he didn’t know how Mr. Buckley felt about visitors, yet, but he eventually nodded against his own better judgment, stepping aside for Eddie to walk through into the kitchen. A part of him wanted to let Eddie talk, to hear him apologize—if that was what he had come to do—and to say he forgave him. Because he already had, even if it still made him upset to think about it. But the rest of him wanted Eddie to leave—so that Steve could feel bad for himself just for a little while.

Eddie leaned against the counter, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Steve…”

“Don’t. It’s—it’s fine—“ Steve started, his words sounding choked off and strained. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad over this. The thought of that made him feel sick to his stomach, even if Eddie had hurt him. He didn’t want Eddie to feel guilty anymore.

“Stop,” Eddie said softly, opening his eyes, his hand twitching like he wanted to reach over to Steve, but he didn’t, keeping his arms crossed. “I want—I want to apologize, okay? Because—fuck I feel…I feel horrible, Steve..”

Steve shrunk into himself slightly, shaking his head. His insides were crawling around under his skin, twisting and pinching and curling in ways that made his head spin and his hand shake. He was well aware of the tears falling down his face—how Eddie was looking at him like he was something important to him that he had broken, something that he could never get back--but he refused to acknowledge them. Eddie could have him back—he could have all of Steve back, he just needed to ask.

He just needed to let Steve know that’s what he wanted. That he wanted Steve. And Steve would have been okay with it if he lied, too.

“You don’t have to, it’s not your fault,” Steve whispered, trying to steady his voice and failing. “I—“

“Steve, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, his voice so so soft. “It was. I…I’m sacred, okay? And I know that doesn’t excuse what I did, but…I’m scared that you’re still…King Steve, or whatever. So I…was trying to get you to leave. To hate me, maybe, get mad at me. But you just got sad, and…and I was so fucking scared. That you only like me because…because you want to hurt me in the end. Or at least I think you like me?”

“I do,” Steve whispered back, his words caught in his throat as he held back a sob. “I wouldn’t do that I—I wouldn’t—that’s not me, please..” he knew he sounded a bit hysterical, but the fact that Eddie still didn’t trust him, even after everything, made him want to curl up some place far away and die. And he knew—like Robin had told him—that him being nice now didn’t change what he had done in the past, but he was trying to be better. And being better was hard when people didn’t look at you any different—when they refused to look at you any differently—than you once were.

“Hey, hey—Steve…” Eddie sighed and held his hand out, fingers shaky and unsure. Steve took it instantly, the metal rings Eddie always wore feeling cold against skin. “I know. I mean—it’s hard, okay? You were an asshole, and I know you’re different now, but I’m maybe a little bit in love with you now, and I don’t want to get my heart broken. Which is shitty, because I hurt you over that.”

“Please stop apologizing—“ Steve tried to cut in, and maybe he was actually crying, now, because Eddie had said that he loved him, if only a little bit. But Eddie just kept talking.

“And—and I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I did it anyway. I shouldn’t have done that, and I get if you don’t want to…I don’t know, talk to me again? Hang out anymore? But—but I think Wayne misses you or something, which is weird, and—“

Steve grabbed Eddie’s face in his hands, pressing their lips together to shut him up. For a moment, it was like kissing a fucking wall with his still Eddie was, his whole body tense, but then he sank into it, his hands digging into Steve’s hips.

He moved away from the counter, shuffling them so rind until Steve’s back was pressed to it, but he was still mostly still, like he wasn’t sure what he was meant to do.

“Gotta kiss back,” Steve muttered into Eddie’s lips, one hand reaching up into Eddie’s hair and tugging lightly, which made Eddie let out the quietest, most desperate noise, and Steve felt himself unravel a bit inside. “If you want.”

“Course I want to, baby,” Eddie whispered, pulling away. “This isn’t my first time kissing someone.”

Steve felt his cheeks flush slightly, but he frowned and tugged Eddie back. “You’re acting like it is.”

Eddie scoffed and held onto Steve’s hips a bit tighter, almost in a way that stung, but Steve just leaned into the touch anyways.

“Do you want this or not?” Eddie muttered, that bitchy tone creeping back into his voice, almost like he couldn’t help it. Steve felt his cheeks flush at that and he nodded, eyeing Eddie over. It was kind of hot, he thought—which was immediately followed up by no, that’s weird.

Steve moved back to press his lips against Eddie’s, tugging at his hair a bit harder this time so that maybe Eddie would take the hint and just fucking kiss him back already. And Eddie did, but the sound he made was now closer to a whimper—and Gods, they really shouldn’t be doing this in Robin’s kitchen, it felt weird. And Steve told that to Eddie, who just laughed and bit at his bottom lip, tugging him closer, and Steve laughed, not really making any attempt to push him away.

“Eds—“ Steve tried to say, gasping, and Eddie hummed in response, biting his lower lip again, his tongue running across it.

“Hm?”

“We should—we should,” Steve shivered slightly when one of Eddie’s hands slipped under his shirt. “We should stop.”

“You want to?” Eddie asked gently, pulling away. Steve nodded, and Eddie let go, stepping back. “Yeah, cool. Alright.”

“We could…go back to yours?” Steve offered, shrugging, hating the way his cheeks flushed bright red when Eddie grinned and laughed again.

“Yeah, sure. It’s late, Wayne’s not home.”

“Right,” Steve said quickly, nodding, and this was really fucking awkward now, but Eddie didn’t seem to mind.

“So we…wait for Kendall and Robin to come back?”

Eddie nodded. “Are they, like…?”

Steve laughed slightly and shook his head. “Knowing Robin, they’re probably just sitting there while she talks Kendall’s ear off.”

Eddie nodded, before eyeing Steve over with a small smile on his face. “You have weird friends.”

Steve just smiled back and sighed. “I do, don’t I?”

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vintagepresley · 11 months

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99 Luftballons

68' Comeback Special blurb - requested by @elvispresleywife

Ada goes to her first high school party and Elvis does not approve.

September, 1984

Elvis was sitting at his white gold leaf piano with you by his side, resting your head against his shoulder as the twins sat on the floor listening to their daddy sing a new song he was thinking about recording. Elvis being the romantic that he was even played the song that two of you danced to together way back when in his suite at the International. My Prayer by The Platters, the song that meant the world to the both of you and when you knew he was the only man you could ever want. Meanwhile Ada had been upstairs getting ready for her first high school party, she had just started high school and she was so nervous about it but everyone knew who her father was so she had no problems making friends. So, when she got invited to her first party she jumped at the chance to go. She had to beg the two of you to let her go, you were more laid back in the matter because you had been to your fair share of parties as a teenager and there was no harm in Ada having some fun. But Elvis on the other hand didn’t like the idea of her going to this party, he didn’t like the idea of not knowing if his little girl was safe. Times were changing and there were all sorts of drugs out there and teenagers drinking and the last thing he wanted was for her to get into all of that. Not to mention boys. But with some convincing from you he hesitantly agreed to let her go.

Ada was dancing and singing around her room to one of her favorite songs 99 Luftballons by Nena at full volume as she was deciding on what to wear. She chose a black crop top and a blue jean mini skirt and then she sat at her vanity and started on her makeup, being true to the new trends she did her makeup just like Madonna’s, bold and smokey eyed and pairing it with a red lipstick that she stole from your bathroom. Then she started on her hair teasing it just like Madonna’s and adding very flashy bracelets and jewelry to complete her look. She slipped on her black boots when she heard a car horn honking from outside. She glanced out her window and smiled when she saw it was her friends. She had been lucky enough to befriend one of the 10th grade girls who had a license. She waved to them before shutting off her music and heading out of her room, sneaking down the stairs as she continued to hum her favorite song. She wanted to slip out of the house before Elvis saw her. She saw that the two of you were distracted and hadn’t even noticed her, but Scarlett spotted her and they made eye contact. Ada placing her index finger over her lips signaling for Scarlett to keep her mouth shut. But as younger siblings do, she decided to tell on her.

“Daddy, look at what Addy is wearing!” she snitched, pointing toward the foyer.

Elvis raised an eyebrow as he stopped playing and looked toward the foyer to see Ada running towards the door.

“Get back in here, young lady!” he shouted.

Ada rolled her eyes and came stomping back to you both, narrowing her eyes at Scarlett who was sticking her tongue out at her.

“You goddamn tattletale!” she sneered.

“Hey! Don’t talk to your sister that way!” you yelled.

“At least I don’t look like a clown!” Scarlett giggled.

“Enough!” Elvis shouted, wanting everyone to shut up.

“Daddy, I have to go, my friends are waiting!” Ada sighed.

“Elvis, come on, let her go.” you said softly. He shook his head at you both and waved off the fact that her friends were waiting. He got up from the piano and furrowed his brow.

“What are you wearin’?! Where’s the rest of that skirt!?” he snapped.

Ada looked down at her outfit and soothed out her skirt that she didn’t think was that short. She looked back up at Elvis, shrugging and then she looked to you to stop him. You let out a soft sigh and grabbed a hold of Elvis, sitting him back down.

“You’re okay with this? W-What’s all that makeup on your face? You know what I said about wearin’ makeup.” he said sharply.

Scarlett and Little Elvis began to laugh because of her makeup.

“Ugh, mama!” Ada whined.

You felt Elvis was overreacting especially since she was a teenager girl and this is what they do. You never minded that she wore makeup. She spent so much time watching you do your own makeup when she was a little girl that as she got older and became a teenager you didn’t mind if she wanted to wear some. You didn’t agree with how much she was wearing, but it was the look nowadays.

“Elvis, please, she’s a young girl and they all wear makeup like that now. I wore makeup at her age and there’s nothing wrong with her skirt. You’re being silly.” you said softly.

“Well, It’s too much makeup. I told you, I didn’t like her wearin’ it. She’s a little girl, she doesn’t needa be wearin’ all that junk on her face. Now go upstairs and take off that lipstick or you’re not goin’ to this party.” he said sternly.

“But dad!” Ada yelled, looking at you. You gave her the “listen to your father” look and she rolled her eyes stomping all the way up the stairs and taking off her red lipstick angrily as she could hear her friends honking the car horn for her to hurry up. Once she had the lipstick off she grabbed the small tube of lipstick and stuffed it into the pocket of her jean skirt and ran back downstairs.

“Can I go now?” she said, annoyed.

“Not yet. I want to talk to you.” he said before looking over at the twins. “The two of you upstairs now. We need to talk to your sister.” he said sternly. The twins felt bummed because they wanted to stay. The both of them got up and ran upstairs where they sat at the top of the stairs listening. You raised an eyebrow wondering what Elvis could be wanting to talk to her about.

“Daddy, I need to go!” Ada whined.

“Just sit down a minute. We need to have a talk.” he said, pointing at the couch.

Ada walked over to the couch and folded her arms over her chest as she plopped down onto it, looking down at her shoes. You could only imagine what was going through Ada’s head right now. Elvis got up and sat beside her on the couch and she continued to look down at her shoes. You watched on from the piano.

“Are there goin’ to be boys at this party?” he asked.

Ada wanted to crawl inside herself at that moment because the last thing she wanted to talk about with her dad was boys.

“Yes, most of the kids from the school are going to be there.” she mumbled.

“Elvis, is this necessary? It’s an innocent little party.” you chimed in.

“Yes it is, baby.” he replied to you before turning his attention back to Ada. “Is there going to be any drugs or alcohol at this party?” he asked.

“Dad! Come on, no one is going to be doing that!” she huffed.

You shook your head at his questioning. You understood his reasoning for being so overprotective. She was his baby and he was always overly protective with both his daughters.

“You know Ada is not one of those kids. She’s a smart girl and knows better than that. Don’t you, honey?” you asked. Ada nodded her head quickly.

“I just wanna make sure. Now your mama has spoken to you ‘bout the birds and the bees, right?” he asked. Now Ada’s face was turning red and she groaned. You felt embarrassed for her.

“Oh my god, dad! Can we not do this right now!!!” Ada yelled, hiding her face in her hands.

“Listen, there’s gonna be boys at this party and I don’t trust a single one. Boys have one thing on their minds and that’s sex. I’ll be damned if they try anythin’ with my little girl! I’m not stupid I know what goes on at these parties, honey.” he said.

“I’m not having sex! Ugh, dad! It’s just a party!” she exclaimed. Elvis felt relieved to know that and had no desire to speak any further on the matter because he was just as uncomfortable as she was about the whole thing.

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes at his words, watching as Ada grew more and more embarrassed by this conversation. “Honey, you’re the last person to be giving her advice on the dangers of boys and sex.” you laughed. “Now let her go to her party.”

Elvis shot you a look and shook his head before he looked back at Ada. “Fine.. You can go.” he said. Ada jumped up from the couch relieved that the conversation was over and she hugged Elvis and then you. “Bye mama! Bye Daddy!” she said as she quickly ran to the front door.

“I want you home by 10:00, no later!” he yelled.

“Okay!” she shouted as she headed out and quickly got into the car and Elvis watched from the window as the car drove away and out of the gates of Graceland. He now turned his attention to you, furrowing his brow. You smiled innocently at him as you stood up, giggling softly.

“What was that mess you said ‘bout me talkin’ about the dangers of boys?” he asked as he walked over to you.

“Oh, well, you know.. You weren’t some innocent boy yourself. You had a bit of a reputation when it came to girls, Mr. Presley.” you giggled.

“That was a long, long time ago, baby. But that’s why I’m so concerned! I don’t want her meetin’ some boy like me.” he laughed, slipping his arms around your waist.

You grinned at his words and slipped your arms around his shoulders as you stood up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “She’d be a lucky girl if she met a boy like her daddy who’s sweet, kind, romantic, and who treats her right. I know I got lucky..” you smiled. He smiled wide at your words and he stole another kiss from your lips.

“Mm.. Is that so?” he hummed against your lips.

“Mhm, I hope someday all our children find someone that treats them right and that they have what we have.” you whispered, nuzzling your nose up against his before sharing another passionate kiss.

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justineportraits · 3 months

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Cesar Santos Madonna of the stairs 2013

#cesar santos

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ironwhoore · 2 years

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oh! im okay!

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warnings: NONE

pairings: jane hopper x kinda bimbo!reader because YES

you knock on the door repeatedly until it opens to present an annoyed joyce byers but when she sees it’s you she smiles instantly,

“hello y/n!”

“hey ms. byers! can i come in?”

“of course,” she opens the door wider and as you step in she shouts, “JANE, Y/N IS HERE!” foot steps are heard pattering downstairs and jane comes down and beams at you,

“you’re here!”

“i brought you gifts!” you chirp, gesturing towards the bag under your arm,

“what kind of gifts?”

you grin at her devilishly, “you’re gonna have to see when we get upstairs!” you turn the corner into the kitchen and see jane’s dad grabbing something out of the fridge, “hey chief!” you salute him and he chuckles to himself. jane tells you she’ll be setting a few things up and then coming to get you and excuses herself,

“hello y/n, what’s in the bag?”

“a gift for jane!” you beam at him, to which he smiles at you. whenever you walked into the byers/hopper home you seemed to brighten the mood so they enjoyed your company, you carried on conversation with jim seeing jane grabbing snacks and drinks and hurrying to her room to put them up there and then coming back down and grabbing more. you went over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water when you felt a tug on your sleeve,

“do you want to go upstairs now?” jane asks smiling,

“mhm! here! don’t open it until i get up there, i’m gonna grab a bottle of water!” you hand her the bag and watch as she makes her way upstairs. you open the fridge grab your water and head to janes room, you trip on the second to last step upstairs and jane is there and looks worried, “oh! i’m okay!”

“are you okay up there?” joyce’s voice calls from the living room,

“i fell but i’m okay!” you shout back giggling, jane helps you up and you walk into her room.

“you can open it now!”

jane opens the gift and when she sees what’s inside she gives you a look of confusion, she grabs one of the cassette tapes out of the bag and examines it, “what’s this?”

“basically just a bunch of cassettes i got for you! i also got you a walkman because will said you like to listen to music so i just got you music i think you’d like!” you take the bag out of her hand and start listing off the artists, “there’s journey, blondie, madonna, bowie, queen, michael jackson, and abba!”

the next 25 minutes consists of you showing jane how to use the walkman and her listening to the first few minutes of some of the cassettes. when you’re done she looks at you like you’ve hung the stars, “this is very cool!” then she grabs your arm and the walkman and you make your way down stairs. joyce and jim are seen talking in the kitchen when they’re met with a beaming jane hopper,

“y/n got me a walkman!” she hands it to joyce who takes it in hand wide eyed,

"oh my gosh y/n, how much did you spend?"

you wake a second to ponder that, how much did you spend? "uhhhhhhhhhh like $120? i mean most of the cassette tapes are my old ones, like the sheer heart attack one by queen and a day at the races by queen." you snap your fingers which makes jane jump a little, "damn it! i forgot the hounds of love cassette at my house!" you whine,

"wait you spent $120?" jane gasps, "thats a lot right?"

"i dont think its that much is it? i mean you haven't told me your birthday yet, so what if i already missed it? plus i have to make up for all the birthday's I've already missed!" you ramble.

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petaltexturedskies · 4 months

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A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain,

With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,

And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears

Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:

Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,

Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,

And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,

Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.

Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,

Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,

Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe,

Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice

Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw

The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.

Oscar Wilde, from “Madonna Mia” originally wr. 1881

#oscar wilde #a lily girl not made for this world’s pain

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biancadjarin · 2 years

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Head Over (Chanel) Heels

EM x spoiled! Reader (self-insert)

chapter one chapter two chapter three

Tonight has to be perfect. Your parents left the house to you for the week while they take their annual anniversary trip to Europe and you vowed to throw the best end of summer party this town has ever seen. Every senior in Hawkins is invited, at least the ones you want to see outside of fluorescent lights. You invited everyone from your private school and your neighbor and good friend Steve is inviting all the cool ones from Hawkins High.

“A rager y/n? Are you sure you can handle that?” Steve asks as he drives towards your house. “We can just hang out this weekend and watch a movie like we always do. You pick, I’ll get it at family video” he smiles at you, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching out to rub your knee. “No Steve I wanna do this. I’ve thrown parties before.” “You, me, Nancy and Robin doesn’t count as a party, princess.” He teases. You roll your eyes, facing out the window, ignoring him. He pulls into your circular driveway, shifting to park. Steve sighs, “I just don’t want you getting your hopes up if it doesn’t go the way you think it will. That’s all.” He pushes out his bottom lip, pouting at you. You can’t help but laugh “Steve everything is going to be great! You just worry about inviting people from your public school.” You say like it’s a bad word. “And I’ll take care of everything else. Get ready for the night of your life!” You pop open the door and swing it shut with a spin, your plaid skirt twirling around you and you skip up to your palatial house.

As you stand in your black lingerie in front of your LBD section of your closet, you run your fingers over the options. Satin, silk, lace, cashmere. You land on a beautiful vintage Valentino dress, a hand me down of your mom’s, satin and shorter than originally after you had it hemmed, long ribbons draped off the shoulders, a golden clasp in the middle. You hear your girlfriends downstairs giggling and popping champagne bottles, people already ringing your doorbell. You’ll take a little more time primping and then you’ll make your entrance.

You take in the party from the top of the stairs, music and conversation already at a high volume. Madonna’s Material Girl blasts as you start your descent. All eyes turn to you, smiles dancing across people’s faces as they drink you in. When you get to the bottom your 3 besties from school run over to you shouting empty compliments and praise. “Here’s your drink, Y/N.” You take the glass and head towards the kitchen to pop a frozen raspberry in your glass. You keep them in the freezer, never know when you’ll need one. You push the swinging door to the kitchen and almost bump into someone holding a beer. “Oh” you say, surprised. “Sorry” he chuckles, “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“And who are you?” The long haired boy looks left and right, making sure you’re talking to him. You raise your eyebrows at him in anticipation. “E-Eddie.. and you are?” He asks in return giving you a toothy grin. “Who told you you could crash my party Eddie?” You put your full glass down and slink over to his side of the island in your kitchen. Planting your palm on the cool marble, standing close to him, craning your neck a bit to meet his pink rimmed eyes. “I-uh-Steve-uh-Harrington. I came with him.” “Hmm… Steve must really be desperate for friends after him and Nance broke up.” You let your eyes fall down to his chest, dingey faded concert tee causing a small wince to escape your throat in disgust. He reeks of weed. Unbelievable. But he also smelled warm and woodsy. Like leather and generic bar soap. You aren’t sure if you like it or hate it.

Eddie dipped his head down and to the side to meet your eyeline, “I-I’m sorry if me being here isn’t cool.” His eyes sparkling with sincerity. “But, if it helps,” his wolfish smile returning to his face, his cheeks pushing up little wrinkles by his eyes, “I have party favors”. Your eyes go wide as he pulls out two skinny white rolled up papers and holds them up to your face with his pale, slender fingers. “And you brought drugs to my party?” You scoff “M’going to find Steve.” You begin to storm out of your kitchen when you feel his hand shoot out and grab your waist. “Wait y/n wait.” He pleads. You turn around with a furrowed brow, eyes shooting daggers at him. “That is your name right? Y/n?” His eyes study your face as you grit your teeth at him. Who does he think he is putting his hand on me, on my vintage Valentino?? “Listen, I’m sorry about the weed.” He slips the joints back into the pocket of his tight black jeans, your eyes watching as his fingers push them down deep into his pocket. He takes a step closer to you, softening his voice to a whisper. “But if you let me stay, I promise I’ll be good.” His hand’s still on your hip but you don’t move. Can’t move. Feel like you’re in a trance looking into his deep mysterious eyes. His fingers knead softly at your waist until the sound of glass shattering back out in the living room snaps your attention back to reality. You shake your head, hand pushing into his chest. “Fine” you reply with a roll of your eyes as you turn and push through the swinging door back out to the party.

The party goes on smoothly, Steve and Eddie mingling and drinking, Eddie’s eyes watching you when he thinks you’re not looking. You make your way around the party, small talk with everyone, make sure the drinks are filled and the music is good. You’re pretty tired and close to hitting your social butterfly limit. You grab a glass of champagne, really your first drink of the night, and make your way outside to your back patio. Most people are mingling around the pool, the under lit water casting a glow making everyone around it look icey blue. You lean on the decorative cement half wall that separates the tiles of your patio and the grass of the garden and take a swig. “Having fun?” A voice appears beside you. You turn, looking him up and down, then turn back with a flip of your hair. “I’m having a fabulous time.” Eddie smirks, his forearms leaning on the wall next to your hand that isn’t holding your champagne, beer bottle fidgeting in his fingers. “Looks like it. Over here all alone.” “Is there something you need?” You ask condescendingly. He shrugs taking a swig of his beer. “This place is beautiful” he points towards your backyard with his chin “I thought Steve’s house was nice..which it is but this is…” he whistles as his eyes widen. Your heart softens at how persistent he is to be nice to you. “Thanks” you say coldly. “Maybe you can show me around?” You cock an eyebrow at him. He straightens up and stands close to you. “Like a private tour? Just me?” You hate that the sound of his voice is making butterflies appear in your stomach but here we are. He watches you waiting for a response, your eyes focused on the glass in your hand as you swirl the champagne around it. You scan the crowd, everyone seems to be having a good time, they probably wouldn’t notice your absence for ten minutes.

You push off the cool cement and meet his eyes, giving him a scowl. “C’mon” you motion him with your hand as you start to head back in. He follows you like the puppy dog he is. “I think you’ve seen the first floor” you say over your shoulder. You don’t wait for a response but he nods anyway, watching as your hips slink up your grand staircase. Your baby pink Chanel kitten heels clicking on the marble with every step. Your dress is probably a little too short to be climbing stairs in front of someone you think as you peek over your shoulder at Eddie. His head tilted and eyes half-lidded as he tries to catch a peek, his gaze snaps back to your eyes quickly. You giggle and continue up the stairs. Once at the top, you lead him down the hallway. “The first guest room” your red manicured finger points. “Bathroom, ‘nother bathroom, ‘nother guest room. Parent’s room. Mom’s closet-” “Your mom’s closet is a whole room?” Eddie asks, mouth agape as he stares at the white closed door. “Wait until you see mine.” You smirk at him. You lead him to the end of the hall, pausing at your double frosted French doors, your hands poised on the handles. You feel nervous. Why am I bringing him into my room again? “This your room?” Eddie’s soft voice interrupting your thought. You spin and turn to face him, leaning on the doors. “Listen, Eddie-” his face lighting up when you say his name, puppy dog eyes sparkling, dimples deepening. “I don’t let many people into my room. It’s like my… special place. You understand?” “I don’t know what I did to deserve this honor.” He says bowing his head at you and looking up through his dark lashes with a giggle. “But I accept.” You sigh, holding in a smile and turn back around, opening your doors. You hear the opening chords of Tears For Fears’ Head Over Heels starting to play down stairs. 🎶I wanted to be with you alone🎶. “Woah” Eddie says as he takes a step “wait” he freezes, eyes wide. “Shoes off” you say pointing at your creamy area rug. He nods and slips off his black boots, letting them fall by your desk. You watch as he wanders around, taking in what you take for granted everyday. “Smells really good in here” he says as his fingers absentmindedly tap the neck of his beer bottle. “Holy shit!” His body moves faster to the wall opposite your bed. “Is this your guitar?” He points at the Les Paul hanging there. “No” you smile sweetly “my dad’s. He used to play. In the 70’s.” “Coooool.” His eyes glued to the shiny black paint. “You mind?” He asks, hand hovering over it. You shake your head. You’d tried to learn but gave up after one lesson. You didn’t have the patience for something so tedious. Eddie lifts it gently, walking backwards to sit on the edge of your bed, placing it on his lap. He slowly begins to turn the knobs at the top and tickle the chords, tuning it by ear. A moment later he’s playing a few notes. G, F sharp, E, D, E. The same song playing downstairs.

“You play?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows, walking closer. His skilled fingers dancing around the neck. He breaths a gust out of his nose, “Do I play?” He mocks, “babe, you’re looking at the guitarist and sometimes lyricist of Corroded Coffin.” He winks at you, fingers not missing a beat. “Am I supposed to know what that is?” “Probably not” he looks up at you “but maybe you could come watch us sometime.” You snort out a laugh, “yeah I’ll put that at the top of my to-do list”. He smiles softly, eyes falling to your legs and slowly sweeping his gaze upwards. “C’mere” he says suddenly. You look at him questioningly. He slides the guitar off his lap, holding the neck in one hand and pats his thigh a couple times. “I’ll teach you something. C’mon!” He says excitedly. He scooches back just enough from the edge of your bed to create a little spot for you to sit between his spread thighs. Everything in you is saying not to but you feel your heels start to walk towards him anyway. You let your hands come out from behind you to steady yourself on his thighs, nuzzling in perfectly to the spot he made for you. He pushes his chest to your back as he raises the guitar again to rest on your laps, the curve of it fitting perfectly over one of your thighs. “So this hand goes here” he takes your left hand in his and raises it to the neck, “and this one” he grabs your right hand and gently places it along the strings, his fingers resting on top of yours. “You feel how they get thicker as they go down?” “Mhm” “Now you gotta press pretty hard with this hand and then strum softly with this one. Got it?” “Mhm” His left hand leaves yours to graze over your collarbone, collecting the hair that sits there and pushing it behind your shoulder. “Do you have a favorite song?” He asks as he rests his chin on your exposed shoulder, his mouth just inches from your ear. You feel his eyes looking at you through the corner of yours. Words, say words y/n. “Um.. Landslide?” He hums, “Fleetwood Mac?” You nod.

His fingers begin to gently press over yours along the fret and you let your right hand strum the chords. The room fills with the soft sounds of your favorite song and your heart begins to soften as the corners of your smile lift up. Eddie’s heart is beating faster and faster as you melt into him, his chest completely flush against your back, his eyes looking over your shoulder as his chin still rests there. Your nerves begin to dissolve when you realize he’s just as nervous to be this close to you. You decide to mess with him a bit. “Am I doing this right?” You ask him in your best ditzy voice. He leans forward some more, eyes dipping down to where your hand is motioning. You arch your lower back slightly and lift your ass, dragging it against his crotch slowly. His breath catches, grunting slightly “Y-yeah you’re-you’re perfect, y/n”. You wiggle your hips slightly, pushing them further into his lap. “I’m what?” You ask, grin growing wider. His chest rises and falls with a small laugh. “I can’t be the first person who’s called you perfect. I mean-look at you.” You feel his crotch starting to tent beneath you, something long down his tight pant leg beginning to grow firmer.

He slips his hand down and behind the guitar, snaking it around your waist, his tattooed arm pulling you impossibly closer to him. His mouth is near your ear again, his warm breath tickling you. He hovers there for a moment before kissing right behind it. Your body’s burning up, chest rising and falling with your quickened breath. You gently lower your dad’s guitar to lean against your bed frame. “Guess our lessons over.” He laughs. “Why’s that your favorite song?” The fingers on his hand that isn’t hugging you tracing down your shoulder blade, kisses following behind them. “My dad used to sing it to me. When I was little.” “Aww” he coos, “didn’t think you’d be the sentimental type.” You roll your eyes, “you don’t know much about me.” “That’s not true.” He smiles against your skin. “I know your favorite song, I know you smell like roses and your skin is as soft as one. I know you don’t let just anyone into your room so that must mean..” he pauses to lift you roughly onto his lap, pushing his hands into your hips, bunching up the buttery fabric of your expensive dress. “It must mean you want me here.”

Part 2 here 🫶🏻

#self insert fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson moodboard #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #Eddie munson x spoiled! reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #80s moodboard

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ericaand · 8 months

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I Saw It On TV (Prequel)

Characters: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Readers husband leaves unannounced, and thus reader gets to know Eddie a bit better.

Word Count: almost 1.3k. Literally one word shy.

Warnings: Some angst, panic, worry. Husband disappearing.

A/N: The prequel to my first smut. Someone had mentioned that more connection to the characters would be nice, so I decided to roll with that.

MASTERLIST

“Okay, babe. I'll see you later!” You set a dish on the rack and begin to dry your hands. “Oh, and please don’t forget those eggs! I really want to make you a special breakfast this weekend!"

The front door slammed as you resumed cleaning the remainder of the dishes from dinner that evening. You married and had been with your high school sweetheart for almost 10 years now, and this weekend was your anniversary and your 26th birthday. You wanted to make it really special. You planned for a big special breakfast, an afternoon date of mini golf, and dinner and a movie to end the evening.

You click the cassette player as Madonna begins to play, the bass vibrating nearby photos on the walls. You pour yourself a glass of wine and grab your cigarettes off the kitchen table. As you settle in a plastic chair on your covered porch, you reach down to plug in the year-round white Christmas lights that adorned the perimeter of the railing and roof.

You pull a cigarette from your pack and place it between your lips while igniting and allowing the smoke to slowly fill your lungs. The first drags have always been your favorite, and you find them to be the most euphoric.

The trailer park is quiet tonight, which seemed odd for a Friday night. You gazed over at the trailers that surrounded you, the soft glow of lights on in a room or two, and in some, there were the flashes of the light from a TV. But one caught your eye, the one right across from you.

You sat at the edge of your chair and used your arms to force yourself even more forward; you squinted your eyes to the window almost directly across from you. There was a soft pink glow that grew brighter and dimmer slowly, and in front of it was a silhouette of a man that seemed to be looking at you. As you studied it, the silhouette swiftly moved to the side; igniting the window with the pink glow more.

You sat back in your chair, and crossed your legs, looking toward another house all while moving just your eyes to notice that the silhouette had appeared once again. But this time, seemed to be only partially a full silhouette.

You giggled quietly, allowing your head to drop back on the siding of the trailer. You closed your eyes, taking the last few drags of your cigarette. You press the burning cherry into the glass ashtray and walk back inside.

You turn off your music, pour yourself more wine, and lay on the couch while watching TV. The next thing you know, you're blinking your eyes open at the ceiling. You rub your eyes, shut off the TV, and begin walking to your bedroom when you notice that the stove says 5 AM.

Without turning on the light, you slowly lift the covers and crawl into bed. You inch your way over to your husband's side of the bed, flopping an arm where his chest should be; but instead finding that your arm drops further than it should right onto the mattress.

You pop up and turn on your bedside lamp, gently illuminating the room. You swiftly look side to side, then rip the cover from your body and run to the bathroom. He wasn't there either.

You head to the kitchen, grasp the phone in your hand, and begin spinning the wheel towards the right. You notice that no matter how many times you dial, it continues to have a dial tone. You slam the phone back on its hook, slide your slippers on, and run outside searching left to right, right to left.

Your eyes land on the Munson trailer. It's the closest and hopefully, they have a phone that actually works. You briskly walked in the direction of the trailer, creaking the stairs as you walk up them.

You reach the door and gently tap it a few times with a closed fist. You cross your arms over your chest and turn your back to the door, looking to see if any other trailers had their lights on. You twirl back around as you hear the door slowly squeak open.

"Hello?" A husky, sleep-filled voice says.

"Hi, I...uh...know you don't know me. Well, not yet. I live just over there." You turned and pointed toward your trailer. "You must be Wayne's nephew. Is your uncle here?"

He opened the door wider, revealing his bare chest and a pair of light blue stippped pajama bottoms loosely draping from his hip bones.

"Yeah, that's me. He's not here." His eyes trailed from your feet to your head quickly. "You okay?"

You ran your fingers through your hair, shaking your head. "No, actually. My...my husband. He left around 7 o'clock, and I fell asleep, and I woke up a few minutes ago and he still wasn't home. I tried to call his friend, but our phones just not working and -"

He opened the door fully and stepped aside, waving you in. "Hey, ok, ok. Come on, well figure this out." He soothed.

You walk in, still holding your upper arms, gently rubbing them up and down. Standing in the middle of the Munson's living room; coffee cups and trucker hats embellished the walls.

He shuts the door and steps toward you. "M'names Eddie." He begins browsing around the kitchen, pushing papers and a few cups aside, revealing the phone. Eddie opened his palms towards the phone, "She's all yours."

You scurried over and began making phone calls to everyone you could think of. With no luck. Some not answering, and some saying they haven't seen him. Your heart began to sink. You lowered your head onto your folded arms, resting them both on the counter.

Eddie walked back into the room as he was sliding his arms into a shirt. "Any luck?"

"No. No one's seen or heard from him. Guess the cops is probably my next option. Thanks, Eddie. It was nice meeting you." You say meekly as you walk toward the door.

"Uh, nice meeting you too." He rushes to the door and opens it. "I uh, I never got your name."

You smile as you exit, and turn when you've reached the small landing on the porch. "Y/N Y/L/N."

Over the next few days and weeks, there was still no word from your husband. Friends and family still didn't know where he was, but it was clear that either something happened, or he left purposefully. Either way, it hurt. But you had to carry on; continue working, paying bills, drinking far too much.

You and Eddie hadn't spoken too much since then. Occasional waves or nods in each other's direction. Until one day.

You were sitting on your porch, smoking your nightly cigarette with your glass of wine, your freshly showered and lotioned skin shimmering beneath the gentle glow of your porch lights. Legs crossed, leaning back, pondering how different your life was just a few weeks ago.

You see Eddie bolting from his house, slamming the door, and yelling profanities in high-pitched, true 'Eddie' fashion. You giggled to yourself. He pulls a toolbox from under the stairs of his small porch and begins sifting through it.

He stands and puts his hands on his hips. "Fuck!" He yells.

He begins to bite his thumbnail, and his eyes scour the trailer park but stop dead center when he notices you sitting outside.

He begins to walk toward you, chains rattling louder and louder the closer he gets. The wooden stairs of your porch creak as if to greet him.

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. You got a hammer I could borrow?" He asks as he leans against the railing.

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shions-new-blog-of-stuff · 8 months

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"SPOOOOKY Movie Night!"

Canon x OC, fluff, Halloween stuff

Idea credited to @the-resident-vampire (love u!)

imagine, curling up on the couch on a quiet evening with leon after a long day - watching a slasher movie marathon with a bowl of popcorn and having a bag of Halloween candy on standby. nothing too extravagant but enjoying the comfortable silence as you both watch the protagonist run up the stairs instead of out the front door.

Halloween night--dark, chilly, the perfect weather for the night of frights.

Catherine had a long shift, and just finished putting on her costume--Material Girl era Madonna, fancy jewelry, blonde wig, long pink dress and all.

Leon was downstairs, prepping the candy bowl for any trick or treaters. He went with a devil/Lucifer look -- pristine white suit and tie, with a forked tail and curved horns poking out of the coat and hat. He also had fake fangs and nails, but they stayed on the kitchen counter because they just got in the way.

"If you really were the devil himself, you know I wouldn't mind making a deal with you."

Catherine was standing in the doorway, giggling. Leon looked up and nodded, flashing a grin.

He walked up to her, taking her hand and giving it a little peck.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste," he replied.

"Hm...that sounds familiar but..." Catherine said, trying to think.

"Rolling Stones. Sympathy for the Devil."

"Ohhhh."

(ding!) The microwave went off, and Leon backed away to pour the popcorn into a large blue bowl. "So, Cath, what are we watching tonight?"

"Got a whole stack of DVDs, enough for the entire night."

"Perfect."

The two sat close on the couch, arms wrapped around each other. Catherine had rented or owned many classics (her grandfathers collection)- Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and more.

After another movie ended, Catherine moved to put in a new DVD.

"This one's me 'n my uncle's favorite," she said smiling and returning to Leon's embrace.

From the TV, the film's ominous, but somehow elegant theme began to play.

The title card flashed as the music swelled.

@mishwanders @lex-the-flex @likesugarandcyanide @resident-mercie @residentdreamy @notrattus @squashfics @g0thesqe @darckcarnival

#leon kennedy x oc

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super-unpredictable98 · 9 months

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Can you do Vincent being jealous of Lydia's past crush, now friend and blabbering some things in front of him that genuinely embarasses her , probably something that she told him about her past feelings or past incident and then the extra exaggeration?

Tysm ❤️

The Skeleton in Ramona's Closet | The Road Within AU

Pairing: Ramona x Vincent (OC - Exposure Therapy’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Strong language, mental illness stuff

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, that was the first I got to work on, I'll be working on the other ones over the weeks. It says Lydia, but I imagine it was meant to be Mona, the pair I created for Vincent. I hope you like it anyway <3

(Masterlist)

"Do you think he'll like me?" Ramona asked for the millionth time.

The week before Vincent had told her his father was coming to visit. He knew she wasn't a big fan of surprises and bringing it up on the day of would only stress her out, especially after all the things he had told her about his dad. It was safe to say she was sure the man wouldn't like her and was scared of him from the get-go.

"Of course, he's been a lot nicer lately, ever since he- fuck fuck divorced Monica. And what's there not to like about you? FAT WHORE."

"See?"

"You're not a fat whore! You know that was a tic, I'm sorry."

"I know, what I mean is that you're tics are off the charts! Means you're nervous, means you're scared, means he'll hate me!"

"You know I have a few CUNT days when I'm worse. It's just fucking Tuorette's."

Okay, that part was true, but this time Vincent was actually nervous. It would be the first time introducing a girlfriend to his dad like that. When he met Marie back in the day, they were all running away from him and it was completely different. Now if anything went wrong he would blame himself til the end of his life.

"I can hear your tics all the way from my room, can you tone it down?" Alex stood at the top of the stairs, watching as Vince contorted with spasms.

"Sorry, I'll just dial my- cunt! My Tourette's down pressing the button up my asshole!" Vince growled.

While it wasn't so apparent, Ramona was just as perturbed. She wasn't able to eat that morning, she felt queasy and she felt her heart beating on the tips of her fingers. She was fighting with all of her willpower not to give into a panic attack or shut down completely, she couldn't just hide in her room while Mr. Rhodes came all this way to visit.

"Hey, let's breathe together, okay?" Mona took her boyfriend's hands and calmly guided him while trying to calm herself down as well.

"Think about it, it can't be any worse than when I met your mom..." Vincent joked.

That was true, Mona's mom was still traumatized after walking in on them doing it in the shower. Every time she came to visit, Vanessa would knock very loud on the door before walking into any room and even before coming out of them. Initially, she despised Vincent, but after seeing how he managed to bring out the best in her daughter, she ended up coming to terms with their relationship.

Before any of them could say anything else, the doorbell rang. The sound made Vincent tic again and Mona shiver. Alex disappeared back into the guest room to finish cleaning it for Mr. Rhodes.

"Just breathe and try to relax the most you can," Vincent nodded before opening the door, saying it both to Mona and to himself. "FUCK! CUNT!"

"Always so sweet," Robert taunted. "Hi, Vince."

"Hi, Dad," he looked down, trying to hide his twitching. After all this time and after making amends, he was still embarrassed to tic in front of his father. "Come in, this is Ramona, my-slut whore! My girlfriend."

"Hey, Mr. Rhodes," she waved timidly, trying very hard to look him in the eye and failing miserably. "Vince told me you work with politics, I played Evita Peron in a musical once."

"Oh... That's- interesting, like that movie with Madonna?" Robert asked.

"Yes actually, but Patti LuPone did a much better job with it on Broadway... It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Ramona. Can I shake your hand?"

"Yeah, of course!" She excitedly held out her hand. "I'm not very good at eye contact, but my handshakes are a transcendent experience I've been told."

Robert chuckled, he already liked this one way better than Marie, but he definitely wasn't going to say that. He remembered how crushed his son was when she left and the last thing he wanted was to bring back those memories and trigger another string of violent tics.

"Happy to be back at the madhouse," he joked.

"Madhouse?" Mona repeated, slightly confused about what he meant.

"Yeah, you know... Cause you all have mental illness and disorders and stuff."

"Dad, I don't think that's very politically correct," Vince smacked himself across the face. His girlfriend was very sensitive, he knew that comment would hurt her, even if she didn't say anything. She was a horrible liar, but that never stopped her from trying to hide her feelings when something got under her skin.

"It's fine," Ramona nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Rhodes!" Alex waved from the second floor. "Your room is ready, I just cleaned it up."

"Oh, I'll get settled. How about some ice cream then? You do eat ice cream, right Ramona?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, my autism doesn't stop me from eating ice cream," she laughed.

Next to Mr. Rhodes, Vincent's tics were so much more violent, almost like he was always on edge, which in turn made Ramona feel on edge and anxious as well.

When they eventually arrived at the ice cream shop, Robert asked what they would both want to spare them the embarrassment of ordering. The couple was in charge of getting them a table.

"Does he always do this? He tries to stop you from doing things?" Ramona asked.

"Yeah... fuck cunt! He's a little embarrassed I think," Vincent murmured in between tics.

As if the day couldn't get any more awkward, Ramona saw the last face she ever wanted to see leaving the shop. She prayed he wouldn't recognize her, but that would've been too good to be true.

"Ramona? Ramona Wilson!" A tall guy with a dirty blonde wolf cut approached their table and Vincent started twitching even more. "You look so different!"

"I- I know... it's been a while, Matt," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

"Matt? The Matt you told me about?" Vincent whispered.

"Yeah... this is my boyfriend, Vincent. Vince, this is my friend Matt." It was true, they were friends back in high school, they were drama club colleagues and played romantic interests several times. Of course, along the way, Ramona ended up catching feelings, but never had the nerve to make a move.

She crushed on this boy for years until she eventually graduated and moved on, but he was an important part of understanding herself and what she liked. That's why she told Vincent the whole story.

"Nice to meet you!" Matt shook his hand, Vince flipping him off with the other hand.

"Sorry, I have- fuck! I have tourettes," he explained.

"Oh, that's alright. Don't worry about it." The most irritating thing to him was how nice this guy was, he was so sweet and probably would've been a way better boyfriend for Ramona if she ever took a chance on him. He hated feeling so inferior, he hated feeling like he wasn't enough...

"Ramona kept the underwear you left at her house under her pillow!" Vincent blurted out. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't help it and that only made him more sure that he was a horrible partner.

"What?" Matt laughed, thinking he was joking.

"It wasn't under my pillow! It was behind my headboard!" Ramona groaned, not realizing she was just confirming the information.

Matt's eyes grew and he blushed furiously. Everyone in that conversation wanted to disappear or die or both. "You did? Did you have a crush on me or something?"

"Y-yeah... I used to, but I never said anything because you were too unattainable and eventually I just forgot and-" Ramona hid her face behind her hands. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, no, it's okay. I guess it's better than if you did some sort of cloning ritual with it, right?" Matt joked. "I'm glad you are happy, you really deserve it."

"Thanks, it means a lot."

"Sorry, you sick fuck!" Vincent shouted and punched the table.

"It's cool, it was a nice ego boost, I guess. Ramona used to be the hottest girl in class," Matt admitted.

"Used to..." those words felt like a pile of bricks to her.

"Cause she's fat now!" Vincent said and covered his mouth, shaking his head with the most horrified look. "I didn't mean it..."

"I think she still looks gorgeous. You're a very lucky guy," Matt said sincerely. Ramona felt like he didn't mean it, even if he did, but she nodded anyway.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

"I'll see you two around, I'm late for work. Have a good day!" Matt waved before he left.

Vincent was nearly crying when his father brought back their orders. Ramona was just in shock, she couldn't even speak.

"What the hell happened? Somebody died?" Rober asked.

"Yes, my dignity," Ramona grumbled.

"I'm so so sorry, Mona. I love you so much, I hope you know that. I swear on my life!" Vincent cried, the tears finally escaping his eyes.

"What did you do?" His father asked.

"I had a tic and accidentally told Mona's old crush a secret she trusted me with... then I said something about her weight."

"Jesus, why don't you kill her dog for a trifecta?"

"No, it's okay. I know he didn't mean it," Ramona said despite being very sad.

Unable to face any of them, Vincent ran away, Robert was deeply embarrassed and felt for this poor girl having to deal with it.

"I'll get him, just wait here and-"

"No, it's okay, I know where he is," Ramona took their paper cups and left the store.

Just as she imagined, Vincent was at the beach, sitting on top of his hands to stop himself from moving and crying as he watched the sea come and go.

"Hey, you forgot your ice cream," Ramona called, sitting down next to him. "Do you need me to feed you?"

"Stop, don't be nice to me, I don't deserve it," he sniffled.

"Vince, don't say that. Of course you deserve it, you deserve the world and I'm not angry, I know you couldn't help it."

"Doesn't matter... I- fuck I hurt you anyway."

"What hurts me is seeing you like this. I love you, you're the only one that matters. Who cares what Matt thinks? You're a way better kisser anyway," she joked.

"Really?" Vincent laughed while he tried to stop crying.

"Really, no comparison!"

And watching that girl console his kid better than he ever could, Robert took a step back to go into the house again. They would be fine on their own... he trusted Ramona and for the first time in a while, he felt relaxed knowing Vincent was being cared for.

Tag List: @seanfalco @salvador-daley @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator @badsext

#the road within vincent #the road within fanfic #the road within #vincent rhodes #vincent rhodes x oc #fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic #exposure therapy

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elekinetic · 1 year

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Sending u asks for plane.

Okay, imagine the party take a trip together and they have to fly.

How does the plane ride go? Like does anyone have plane anxiety, do they eat way too many snacks, etc.

um. we don’t have to talk about how you sent this the LAST time i was on a plane.

OKAY so sticking w my personal headcanon that karen and hopper negotiate government payouts to all of the kids (full college rides, trusts, etc) as reparations for the utter bullshit they’ve been put through (and in exchange for their silence), i think the party takes a group vacation after they graduate high school. their parents are super hesitant to let them out of their sights, but they deserve some fun and dustin has an aunt in florida so it’s not even like they’re gonna be all alone, okay?

getting to indianapolis from hawkins just to get to the airport is a nightmare. the party had a sleepover in the wheelers’ basement so that they could just get up and go the next day, but one crazy movie marathon and two bottles of cheap sparkling wine nancy slipped them later, it is a struggle to pull their asses out of bed. the party has never been particularly punctual, so maybe it takes holly shouting down the stairs and dustin whacking his friends with pillows for them to get a move on. they have to be at the airport in two and a half hours, and it’s a three hour drive. well, usually. lucas climbs in the driver seat of the wheelers’ station wagon (mike: “shouldn’t i drive? it’s my car!” everyone: “NO.”) and races down the indiana highway, pushing 95 in a 70. it’s fine! he’s a great driver, really, and there’s no one out cause it’s five am (jesus christ) and listen as long as NO ONE tells their parents, it’s fine. el insists they blast the radio, and max — who basically pushed mike down the stairs so she could call shotgun (that’s not what happened, asshole! it totally was! guys, c’mon. what? he started it!) — indulges her ever madonna loving whim. will smiles and grooves along while dustin and mike white knuckle grip their seats.

they pull up to the airport and get their luggage checked with like, ten minutes to spare. they get settled into their seats with a sigh of relief, way in the back of the plane. they all sit on the same side of the plane, two sets of three seats right in front of each other. el, max, and lucas sit in the front, with will, mike, and dustin behind them. dustin immediately pulls out a blanket, pillow, sleep mask, and earplugs (“you’re laughing now, but i’m gonna sleep like a goddamn baby while you fuckers whine about neck pain all week.”) and promptly passes out. el and max quiz answers in a teen beat magazine she picked up from a newsstand (“is that really necessary? we’re already late!” el, gravely: “it is the most necessary.”) max idly curls her hand around lucas’ as he flips through an old comic.

will tries to doodle random passengers on the plane, but mike is freaking the fuck out and they haven’t even taken off yet. so, will shuts his sketchbook, props his chin up on his elbow, and asks mike what he thinks of this new campaign concept he heard about. mike starts rambling about how yeah sure, reintroducing mirakil is a cool concept but his motivation makes ZERO sense now that his family is dead and c’mon, lipiria is RIGHT THER—-hey! [max shoves her seat back at the same time dustin elbows him.] he gets so wrapped up in his spiel that he doesn’t even realize they’ve taken off til they’re a quarter into their flight. he’s still super anxious and gets up like three times to walk around the aisle before will makes them switch seats. mike can’t stop bouncing his leg, and his knee is pressed right up against the seat in front of him (because the leg room on this plane is abysmal, and he made sure to let everyone know that when they first sat down). el pops up and turns back to him:

“i understand why you are upset. we are in a very big metal box and are very high up. it does not make sense why we are not falling to our deaths.”

“um, el, i don’t know if that’s helping him—“

“i make things move with my mind, mike. that does not make sense. stop kicking my seat,” she huffs, and plops back down to her seat. mike goes red. will stifles a laugh. max giggles from where she was seemingly asleep on lucas’ shoulder, who’s eyes are twisted shut, asleep.

dustin wakes up just as they touch down in florida. he does not hesitate to share his frustration that they did not save ANY airline peanuts for him. (he refuses to hear them when they tell him that the peanuts weren’t even that good, or when they point out that he has a peanut allergy.)

#this is. extremely late. but i answered it on a plane!#byler #lumax #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things (ella's version)

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alwaysteveswife · 9 months

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All to well with robin like something happened and like let’s say reader was the jake in this.

A/n: Seriously, seriously, sorry for the delay, I was really sick this week and couldn't make any progress, I just got over the cold and got it done as soon as I could. I hope you like it 🥺.

When you and Robin started your relationship you knew it wouldn't be easy. Homosexual relationships were frowned upon, indeed, it was almost a crime to have feelings for someone of the same sex. They made you feel like a freak, like a mistake, they told you over and over again that you were disgusting, that it was just a phase, that it wouldn't be permanent, but they didn't know anything, they couldn't understand.

They couldn't see the sparkle in Robin's eyes, they couldn't see the smiles, the notes, the silent "I love you's" that were sent in whispers that no one could hear. They would never understand what real love was. Or at least that's how Robin felt.

She knew how difficult it was to be openly gay, especially in a town as small as Hawkins, which is why she never suspected anything. She ignored all of Steve's comments, all of his warnings with concern behind every one of them. And why would you go out with her if you didn't really love her? It was stupid, kind of pointless.

Robin remembered like it was yesterday that fall of '86. The leaves were falling from the trees and resting on the streets of Hawkins. They were both in Steve's car, occupying the back seats like armchairs at karaoke, asking Steve to turn the music up loud. She could remember their voices together chanting a cheesy Madonna song, their fingers brushing over the leather of the seats, the tension in the air, the knowing looks contrasting with Steve's, who was looking at them through the rearview mirror with a smile full of relief and pride that her best friend was finally reciprocated. Robin was sure that this would be the best fall of her life, because you were in it, because you were everything she wanted, and she was so sure you felt the same way.

It all started to fall the day Robin came to your house for the first time. You were living with your older sister, who had moved to Hawkins a few years ago, you had come over the summer of last year to be in a quieter environment.

She could remember the smell of hot chocolate, the cold air inside the cottage, she also remembered leaving her colorful scarf on the stair handle, the one she could never get back because she was too absent-minded to remember where she had left it. She remembered the laughter, the secret glances and the touches under the table; the way your sister told jokes just as bad as yours, she even remembered the sound of your landline ringing, of your light footsteps walking to it and picking it up, the way your eyes lit up and a smile that she had never seen before appeared on your face.

"You should ask her" Steve said when Robin told him about that call, "You'll gain nothing by keeping this to yourself, I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, I can tell she loves you."

And, with all her regrets, Robin went to confront you, to ask you who this other person was that you had never told her about. Maybe, if you hadn't lied to her saying that he was just a friend, if you hadn't blatantly told her that it didn't mean anything, then maybe now things would be much different, much more... right. But no, you decided to lie to her, you decided to ignore her concern and calm her down with lies, lies that you both knew were meaningless, but that, anyway, Robin would believe them, because she wanted to believe in you, in a future together, where other people's opinions didn't matter.

The second time was at her house. You had stayed for a "girls' night out," an innocent thing all teenage girls did. She remembered wearing her most decent pajamas, her blushing at the sight of yours, the taste of your lips, of her skin against yours, how right it felt to be there, with you, loving each other until dawn without anyone knowing. For her it had been an incredible night, but for you, it had only been one last time, an experiment, something that would define how you truly felt about her.

You didn't think about it too much, of course you didn't, even before you could, you were already avoiding her by any means, ignoring her and Steve's calls, going out with your friends to distract yourself, going out with a guy so you could get rid of that little nagging feeling that told you over and over again that this wasn't right.

Robin didn't know what she had done wrong, even when Steve told her over and over again that she had done nothing wrong, that you were to blame, but she just couldn't believe it. You were perfect in Robin's eyes, you were her ideal type, someone she thought of as the person she would spend the rest of her life with, and God, how wrong she was.

You weren't there when she found out the truth, but you could get a picture of how she reacted. It was Nancy who, with no ill intent, came with the news that you had started dating a guy who had moved to Hawkins a while back, the same guy you talked to that time on the phone, who was supposed to mean nothing to you. That day, Robin stayed at Steve's house until the wee hours of the morning, crying, screaming and punching a pillow, asking Steve why you had done it to her, even though he didn't have the answer to anything.

He was upset, too upset, he even went to face you, to try to get a clear answer because, how could you play with Robin's heart in such a horrible way? It almost hit you in the face when all you said was "I wanted to experiment, to know what it felt like to be with a girl, but apparently it wasn't my thing. Nothing against Robin, she's a great girl, but she helped me understand that she's not what I want in my life."

He never told Robin your answer, he wouldn't be able to break her heart even more. All he did was be there for her, be her shoulder to cry on, comfort her, make her laugh, put her back together until she was back to the same Robin she knew, until she believed in love again, until she could open up again with another girl who did love her and treat her like she deserved.

The last time Robin saw you was in the middle of the city, on one of those days when she accompanied his girlfriend to buy some records. You were laughing, holding hands with a guy who looked nice, a guy who looked curiously very much like her. She felt her world move completely when your gazes met, when you shyly waved your hand at her and went on your way, barely staying to watch her until she lowered her own hand.

As she watched you leave, Robin couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she hadn't been so naive back then. Maybe she wouldn't have been here, seeing you holding hands with that boy, wearing that scarf she had left at your house, laughing the same way you had laughed with her, looking at him the same way you looked at her, lying to him the same way you lied to her, because Robin knew too well that you weren't happy, that that smile was fake, that "love" was fake, and she wouldn't do anything about it, not this time, because, despite the pain she felt, despite the immense desire she had to run to you and kiss you like she did in the past, she knew that you weren't enough for her, that she deserved someone much better, someone who would love her, who would show her off, someone who really cared, and that, definitely, wouldn't be you, not again.

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