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nogitsunbae · 1 year

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At first, Eddie is not a fan of the Camaro.

Yeah it’s… cool, he guesses, but also obnoxious as fuck, and impractical. He gives Billy shit about it constantly, refuses to ride in it. Doesn’t want to look like a douche.

They’re all sitting at Scoops, Steve off duty and still serving up his boys some ice cream because while he’s been in this ice box working all day, Billy’s been in the sun at the pool and Eddie’s been at the shop working on cars with just a fan to give him some relief from the heat.

As usual, Billy and Eddie are somewhat arguing over something that doesn’t really mean anything. They just like to pick at each other. Steve rolls his eyes, picks up his keys, gives them both a quick kiss on the cheek and tells them he’ll see them at home.

Which.

Would be fine, normal, but Eddie’s van is in the shop, and Wayne is at work.

“Wait, Steve, I need a ride—“

“Too late. Bye, dear,” Steve says, a knowing smirk on his face. He walks out the back, laughing to himself.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters.

Billy just sits, staring at the cherry dangling from his fingers, smiling. “Looks like someone needs a ride.”

“I’m not getting in that monster.”

“I can’t believe you’re scared of a car.”

“It’s not a car! It’s a beast!”

Billy laughs, stands up, poops the cherry into his mouth.

“Well unless you want to walk back to the apartment I suggest you suck it up, buttercup.”

And that’s how Eddie finds himself standing outside the passenger side of the Camaro. Watching as Billy opens the door and slides in.

“Why is it so low to the ground,” he whines.

“Jesus, Munson, just get in.”

And Eddie knows he’s being dramatic, okay, drama is practically his middle name. But he throws his hands into the air and makes a big show of opening the door and practically falling into the seat.

“This is not a car.”

“And you’re not a real Dungeon Master.”

“Hey!”

The words die from his lips the second Billy turns the ignition over, the engine roaring to life, Slayer blasting from the radio.

“Ready for a ride, Eddie Boy?”

Eddie’s eyes are wide, he looks over at Billy, who’s tongue is between his teeth, has a wolf like grin on his face. He revs the engine, eyebrows raising as Eddie lets out a short breath.

“That’s what I thought.”

And suddenly he’s shifting it into drive, roaring out of the parking lot, and Eddie can’t help but to watch his hands on the wheel and the gear shift. Feels the rumble of the car where he’s sat in his seat, sees the trees zooming past as they hit 50… 60… 70… 80… Billy’s hand on the wheel never wavering, his eyes focused, still smirking cause he knows Eddie is watching him.

It shouldn’t be hot. It really shouldn’t.

But watching Billy tame this monster of a car and drive it like he was born to do it just… does something to Eddie. The adrenaline of going fast, Slayer in his ears along with the engine, Billy laughing as they take a curve too fast.

Fuck.

“Stop the car.”

“Sorry, baby, couldn’t hear you.”

“Stop the goddamn car!”

He expects Billy to slam on the brakes, to give him whiplash, instead Billy looks over at him, slows the car down to a stop. Cuts the engine and kills the lights.

“You good?”

He looks genuinely concerned. Maybe Eddie really was scared of the car and he pushed too far— but then Eddie is crawling over the console and into Billy’s lap and kissing him sloppy and grabbing onto his shoulders, his chest, his hair.

“I’m never riding with Steve again.”

#mungrove #mostly #bit of #Harringroveson #Steve always knowing when Eddie and Billy need some alone time is perfection to me I’m sorry #also Steve knowing eddie would swoon the second he actually rode in the Camaro lmfaoooo #kinda lemon-y but not really #Billy Hargrove

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therealmilfdennys · 2 years

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SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours.

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely)

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it.

I ama firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s.

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept.

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol.

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids.

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure.

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Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince?

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top.

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty.

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too.

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.”

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.”

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah.

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg.

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.”

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol.

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him.

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession.

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies.

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences.

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that.

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff.

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge.

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck.

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way.

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it.

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues.

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart.

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice.

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough.

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught.

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown.

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umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!!

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some.

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it.

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank.

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it.

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it.

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry.

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can."

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way?

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad."

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off.

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl"

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol.

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate)

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint.

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him.

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time.

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do.

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot.

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close.

You and him get closer too.

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove.

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry.

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites.

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch.

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT.

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer.

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants.

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together.

calls you bitch but affectionately.

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot.

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny.

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his.

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So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that.

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments.

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down.

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready.

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty.

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry.

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard.

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets.

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you.

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe.

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks.

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed.

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them.

He breaks down when you call them pretty :)

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang.

Fuck him so good his mascara runs.

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

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ladylannisterxo · 1 year

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💖 top 5 billy relationships :) if he was allowed to exist outside of his two plotlines of asshole older brother and possessed killer :)

lol okay so this is purely what i would have liked to have seen had the duffers not been cowards and actually allowed our boy to live and grow as a person...

01. max mayfield

their relationship was far from perfect but it's clear that between S2 and S3, some improvement was made. they definitely weren't as hostile toward each other and max was the only one actively trying to help billy when he became the host for the MF. max would definitely have to be the first domino to fall here, the first person to say "hey, this is my brother and he's trying" for the others to consider engaging with him. besides, i also think these two would have had a kickass big brother / little sister vibe and i know within my soul that billy knows max can handle herself but he would absolutely step in and fuck someone's day up if pressed lol

02. el hopper

while max may have been the only one actively trying to save billy in S3, el was the one who was able to bring him back to himself by, and let me say this as loud as possible, THE SIMPLE ACT OF BEING KIND!! it's truly amazing what kind words and a gentle touch can do, ya know? but i digress (for now). i think they would have had an interesting relationship, granted they would not understand each other, not at all but it's one of those things where if max liked him and allowed him to be around then el would be fine with it. not to mention, billy would never forget the girl who helped save him. he would also think her powers are fucking W I L D annnnnd he would definitely be intimidated by her - i mean, girl can do shit with her mind, it would take him some time to get fully used to that.

03. joyce byers

i fully believe that had joyce not been in illinois for the majority of the events of S3, billy would probably still be alive. and i say this because she is a mother and she would see a boy who has been beaten down and abused his entire life and who is now fully at the mercy of an entity that he does not understand. i'm not saying that joyce wouldn't reprimand him in that motherly way for the bullshit he's done but i think, outside of everyone else, she would be able to understand why he acts the way he does. i think it could have ended up being one of those "my door is always open, i'm just a phone call away" type situations and billy would, for sure, be weirded out by it in the beginning but i think, over time, he would come to appreciate this woman, this mother, actively taking an interest in his life and his future.

04. jim hopper

billy does need a kick in the ass, and not in the abusive way that neil handles everything; i'm talking about someone who is gonna look him in the eye and say "you continue down this path of aggression and bad behavior and you're gonna end up more alone than you are now" and i think jim would be the perfect person for that. like with joyce, jim would see the signs and understand that billy isn't an asshole just to be an asshole, that there's more to it. also, with jim being a FUCKING COP (and totally ignoring the whole russia arc), he would probably be able to legally handle neil the way that neil should have been handled years prior. granted, billy is an adult at this point, but abuse like that, nah, jim wouldn't turn a blind eye to it. i don't believe that.

05. honestly... the overall party in general

i'm not saying he needs to be besties with any of them, mainly because him being besties with anyone seems so far fetched but i cannot begin to tell you how badly i wanted billy back for S4. like when steve, nancy, robin, and eddie were in the UD?? OH MY GOOOOOOOD, i kept thinking how cool it would have been for billy to have been a part of that. it would be a domino effect, as i stated in the beginning. it would take one person and then two and then three for everyone to kind of come around to the fact that he's a part of this now. and yeah, he'd probably still be a dick every once in awhile (you don't just drop those habits overnight) but i truly believe billy is incredibly intelligent and who else would fight a UD monster with his bare hands?? no one, that's who. billy would 100% use his fists against those monsters and everyone else would be like, "my guy, do you need a weapon? please, take a weapon!"

#celebration of love with 's'#billy hargrove #stranger things #asked and answered #'s' answers #mutuals 🫂

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fanficsfromyesteryear · 2 years

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘❜𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

→ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ////////////////////////////////////

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prologue synopsis: there’s a new monster terrorizing the small town of hawkins, indiana, and it’s not one from an alternate dimension. with halloween quickly approaching and everyone’s nerves on edge, the last thing anybody wants is a prankster serial killer running amuck, but alas, hawkins’s residents aren’t exactly known for getting what they want, are they? warnings: language, bullying, billy hargrove being himself, allusions to steaminess at the end

“I'm busy that night anyway,” Eddie assured Tina in response to the exaggerated way with which she snatched her Halloween party flyers out of his reach. The irony of it, though, was that he’d most likely end up there regardless; he almost always did—any time the popular kids threw a big bash, he was never explicitly invited, but on the night of, just as he’d gotten as comfortable as he could on his worn-out mattress, his house phone would start ringing off the hook and who would be on the other end but some self-entitled rich kid looking for a high? It was easy money—living in a neighborhood like Eddie’s, one took as much of that as they could get their hands on—so, he couldn’t really complain, though, he usually did, under his breath, as he changed back into the day’s clothes, grabbed his lunchbox of questionable substances, and headed out the door.

Tina regarded Eddie with a sneer before quickly turning her attention to the people behind him—a pair of cheerleaders—and shoving two invitations into their grasp with a saccharinely sweet grin. “Hope to see you there,” she encouraged.

Eddie seriously doubted that Tina would know whether or not those girls made an appearance—Tina’s family was in the same tax bracket as Steve Harrington’s. She came from money—lots of it—and had an obnoxiously large house to show for it. Eddie had never been inside her humble abode, only met a couple of jocks at the curb out front during another of her infamous get-togethers, leaning out through his van window to make a hasty exchange before driving home to head back to bed, but he could easily picture what it would be like. The walls would be lined with family photos to make it look like a loving home, two well-to-do parents and a perfect angel-of-a-daughter, one that, in reality, was often left to her own devices and with a key to the liquor cabinet in her father’s study.

It was when making realizations like that that Eddie wondered if maybe he wasn’t so bad off. Sure, his dad was in jail and had never done much to earn the title ‘dad’ in the first place, his mom was dead, and living with an uncle wasn’t necessarily ideal to most people, but Wayne loved Eddie like he was his own kid—even if Wayne didn’t often say it outright, Eddie picked up on the little things, like the way he always made sure to take off for Eddie’s birthday so he wouldn’t have to spend the night alone in the trailer, or the way Wayne would sit through the scary movies Eddie would pick up from Family Video despite having a queasy stomach. Tina’s parents would never do that.

“Fuck me,” Eddie muttered, watching helplessly as the books in his hands toppled into the trash can on his right at the sudden jolt of someone passing by harshly on his left.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, bitch?”

Eddie didn’t recognize the voice of his assailant, but the cocky tone was all too familiar—he was just what Hawkins needed: another blowhard with a god complex and his head shoved so far up his own ass that Eddie could almost convince himself he saw a bit of the guy’s straggly mullet poking through the middle seam of his skin-tight jeans, which were at eye-level as Eddie ducked down into the waste bin to retrieve his belongings.

“Sorry,” said Eddie, standing again as he did a poor job of cramming his unfinished chemistry homework back between the pages of his spiral notebook. “Assholes aren’t really my type.”

"Watch it,” the other male warned, leaning so close that Eddie could smell the familiar stench of cigarette smoke on his breath, “or the next thing in that trash can will be you.”

Eddie shrugged. “I mean, we could give it a go if you’re that desperate. Maybe you can change my mind—”

The guy was a man of his word; Eddie had to give him that.

"Are you okay?”

From where Eddie sat crumpled amongst the morning’s garbage—a browning banana peel, quite a few orange party invitations (surprisingly), and a chewed-up piece of gum that, naturally, got tangled in Eddie’s wild hair—he could make out Nancy’s face beyond the black folds of the trash bag.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Eddie answered, though there was a lack of genuine gratitude in his tone. He dislodged himself from his prison before turning around again to pick up his books. “I don’t need your sympathy, Wheeler. I don’t wanna be another one of your charity cases. You don’t have to pretend you care about my well-being like you do with Byers.”

Girls like Nancy Wheeler were too good to be true, and Eddie knew better than to fall for the concern in her big, blue eyes and the pout on her glossy lips because the innocence was only ever skin deep.

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That afternoon, Eddie welcomed gym class with open arms—he wasn’t an avid enjoyer of physical education or anything, but after he was sentenced to another senior year in the Hawkins High Hellhole, it was the only period he felt he could skip in good conscience.

Sitting with his back to the brick wall, tucked away in the alley between the gymnasium and the main building, Eddie was offered a momentary solace of sorts, a reprieve from the judgmental eyes of his peers. He took out the carton of cigarettes from where they’d been tucked into the waistband of his gym shorts and opened the lid, first pulling out the lighter he’d stowed away inside, then a smoke. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he lit it with nimble fingers before returning the lighter to its rightful spot and hiding the rest of his contraband.

Beyond the ashy clouds his mouth produced, he could see the field behind the gymnasium where the cheerleaders were practicing. Chrissy Cunningham stood off to the side, her strawberry blonde hair pulled back by a green scrunchie, the tiny shorts she wore perfectly showing off her slender legs. Her back was to Eddie as she took a sip from her water bottle, but if she’d been so kind so as to step to the side a bit, he would’ve had a much clearer view of Y/N.

Y/N wasn’t a cheerleader, but she got along with just about everyone, which was something that Eddie admired about her—theoretically speaking, she was just as likely to befriend someone like him as she was Chrissy.

Eddie was nothing if not painfully self-aware, and after a while, he realized he was staring, and not a moment too soon because as he was looking away, he caught Y/N in his peripheral turning away from Chrissy and towards his general vicinity. His paranoia told him she’d spotted him and was creeped out—though he couldn’t say he blamed her if that was the case—but the more logical part of his brain reminded him that his reputation preceded him everywhere he went in Hawkins and that, despite how welcoming Y/N was, if she had indeed seen him gawking at her, she was most definitely creeped out.

Sighing, Eddie stood, flicking his half-finished cigarette to the ground and stamping out the ember. He kept his head down as he begrudgingly returned to the gym’s back door, unwilling to meet Y/N’s gaze on the off chance she was still watching him. It also meant, however, that Eddie wasn’t aware of the door opening until it swung into him.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie complained, stumbling away with a hand held to the side of his head. Instinctually, he drew it back, checking his fingers for any sign of blood. “Watch where you’re—”

The words died in Eddie’s throat when he at last glanced up to see who stood on the other side of the doorway, looking entirely too pleased with themselves. Billy, as the metalhead had come to learn.

“Look, man,” Eddie started, “if this is about earlier, I think I learned my lesson already. I’m still picking gum out of my hair—”

“Relax,” Billy said, smiling easily, though it didn’t reach his pale eyes, which bore into Eddie. “I just need some shit, and I heard you’re the guy for that.”

“Oh,” Eddie replied, his shoulders visibly deflating slightly in relief, though he still spoke carefully. “Yeah.”

Eddie assumed Billy wanted something for Tina’s party—whether it was for himself or to score brownie points with the host, he wasn’t sure, nor did he care enough to ask—and he was surprised that the guy had bothered to go out of his way to get it this early, rather than wait until the night of like everybody else. Billy didn’t exactly seem like the type to think of anyone but himself—his ego had radiated off of him in waves since he’d arrived—so Eddie figured it was more a matter of Billy not knowing his home phone number rather than not wanting to inconvenience him. Still, Eddie appreciated the effort, however misplaced it may have been.

“Do I just swing by your place after school?”

“No, no. My uncle will be there—probably asleep—so, uh, I have this place in the woods out behind the football field where I do my deals. We can meet there.”

Billy eyed Eddie as if he thought the metalhead had something up his sleeve—premeditated murder, perhaps—but at last nodded, deciding that if it came down to it, he liked his chances, given their previous interaction. “Alright,” he complied.

Eddie hummed in something along the lines of agreement before side-stepping Billy and heading inside.

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The afternoon sun shone through spindly tree limbs, creating a web of shadows that fell across Eddie’s hunched figure and the rickety, wooden picnic table at which he sat. Beneath his elbow, his knee bounced nervously as he once again checked the watch on his opposite wrist. Billy had yet to arrive, and as much as Eddie needed the money, he was all too eager to chalk it up to a no-show and be on his way—with every passing minute, each rustle of wind through the dry underbrush had Eddie growing more and more anxious, eyes darting around in anticipation of an attack from any direction.

Snap!

Eddie jumped to his feet, spinning towards the direction from which the sound of a breaking twig had come. Instead of finding Billy there with a taunt on his lips, he saw Y/N, looking just as startled as he felt.

“Woah,” Y/N said, raising her hands defensively. “You okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” She accentuated her apology with a nervous giggle.

“Yeah,” Eddie answered, glancing momentarily behind Y/N. “Where’s—”

“Billy?” Y/N guessed. At Eddie’s nod, she continued, “His stepsister’s running late, so he sent me. Hope that’s okay. I mean, if you need to meet with him, I can—”

“No,” Eddie interrupted, much too eagerly for his liking, the response tumbling out before he could catch it on the tip of his tongue. He pressed on in the hopes of distracting Y/N from his slip-up, “You’re a lot less intimidating than he is.”

“What?” Y/N said, eyebrows raising in mock disbelief. “Don’t tell me the Eddie Munson, Devil Worshipper, is scared of someone.”

Had it been anyone else, Eddie would’ve taken those words like a punch to the gut, but when Y/N said them, there was no bite, as if she didn’t believe the rumors behind them—and thought that anyone that did was kidding themselves—and the very inclination made Eddie weak in the knees.

“Don’t let all the chains and leather fool you, Y/N,” Eddie warned, taking a step closer. “I can be a real baby.”

Y/N laughed again, this time more confidently. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Eddie cracked a smile. “Only the fun kind,” he replied with a playful wink.

Silence fell over the two, then, like a warm blanket after a long day. Y/N was smiling at Eddie as if they were old friends, and his stomach did somersaults at the sight. She was wearing a blue sweater—it looked much softer up close than it had when she was talking to Chrissy, and Eddie wanted to reach out and touch it—and her lips were such a pretty shade of pink, and Eddie wondered why Y/N had to be keeping company with someone such as Billy.

Billy.

Eddie cleared his throat, suddenly remembering why he was being graced with Y/N’s presence in the first place. He swept his arm out, motioning to the picnic table behind himself. “Step into my office, milady,” he said. “Wouldn’t want to keep Billy waiting.”

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“Are you gonna get that?”

It was the third time the phone had rung in the short half-hour time frame that Y/N and Billy had been at his house. The last thing Billy wanted to do was engage in a conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line—he had Y/N right where he wanted her: cheeks flushed and neck already starting to bruise, she was stretched out on the couch beneath him, her sweater pushed up just enough that he could splay his hands across the bare skin of her stomach.

“It can’t be that important,” Billy grumbled.

Y/N didn’t know how much more she could take. “Well, they sure seem to think it is.”

With a roll of his eyes, Billy clambered to his feet and strode across the room, snatching the phone off its hook as soon as it was within reach. “What?” he demanded.

“Oh, good!” said a garbled voice. “I’m glad you picked up. I thought I was going to have to pay you a little visit.”

Billy wrinkled his nose, brow furrowing. “Who the hell is this?”

“A friend of a friend,” replied the caller. “I’ve got a riddle for you: what’s black, white, and red all over?”

The only answer that Billy offered was the sound of the phone’s speaker smacking against the receiver as he hastily tossed it back onto its hook, effectively ending the call.

Y/N was still lying on the couch, listening absentmindedly to the conversation unfolding in the other room, but her focus was trained steadily on the popcorn ceiling above her. There was a scuff at the edge of the ceiling, where it met the wall, and she wondered for a moment how it had gotten there. Billy’s family was new in town, so she doubted any of them had caused it. At the sound of Billy re-entering the room, though, her attention was torn away from the house’s ailment. “Who was it?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows to see him better.

Billy shrugged. “Telemarketers.”

#stranger things #stranger things series #stranger things x scream au #eddie munson #billy hargrove #eddie munson x f!reader #billy hargrove x f!reader

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July Fic Recs

a little late but here we go!

praying for sparks in the dark (in the heart) by susiecarter "Him," the Bat repeats, in a low and deceptively soft growl. "I don't know who he was," the man says immediately, taking this cue and running with it. "I don't, honest. Honest, I swear to god. Nobody did. He just showed up, that's all. Asking about you, asking everybody what they knew, if they'd ever seen you, what you'd done. Metropolis," the man adds belatedly. "He had that look, you know? Clean. Said his name was—Carr, or Kemp, or something. Something like that." (Or: in a universe where Bruce becomes aware that someone's looking into the Batman, he goes to the effort to track down Clark Kent. It doesn't play out quite the way either of them expected.) Clark/Bruce, 20k, E

having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone by gyzym This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all. Arthur/Eames, 16k, E

A Sure Thing by lightgetsin "Okay," Peter says, and there's a rasp in his voice. "Repeat after me: theft is not foreplay." Neal/Peter, 3k, E

perfect strangers by susiecarter Batman and Superman are fucking. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent are a great cover for fighting crime, and also might be dating. Bruce and Clark have no idea what they're doing; but they definitely aren't going to be able to talk themselves into stopping. Clark/Bruce, 15k, E

run to the river (dive in) by susiecarter MoS AU: With one successful fishing season already under his belt, Clark's finally getting comfortable on the Debbie Sue. He just wishes this guy Dixon hadn't signed on with them, because the way he watches Clark is really starting to give Clark the creeps. (Or: Bruce goes undercover looking for enhanced individuals before BvS instead of after—and finds one.) Clark/Bruce, 5k, M

Took Me By Surprise and Then by thehoyden After the second surgery in New York, Charles doesn’t anticipate anyone keeping vigil by his bedside — and certainly not Tony Stark. Charles/Erik, 5k, T

as to which may be the true by susiecarter It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face. Clark/Bruce, 53k, M

Blue Devils by VillaKulla /blo͞o ˈdevəl/ noun, inf: a feeling of despondency, depression, or low spirits origins: Old American West Billy/Goody, 4k, M

Spree by thingswithwings "So, okay, Britta," Annie says, "this thing you gave me is seriously just a scrap of ripped looseleaf that says 'IOU one shopping spree at A Woman's Touch.' I do not even know what that is." Britta does an excited little leap in the air and claps her hands. "It's me deciding to help you discover your true womanhood." Britta/Annie, 4k, E

embroidery appreciation by Annie D Written for an anon on tumblr who requested Natasha and Tony as brotp, or Steve/Tony being schmoopy in love. This is a bit of both. Tony & Nat, 1k, T

and every map is blank by gyzym It's -- topography, Carlos thinks, of a person, of two people, it's so complicated, it's so much easier to just go it by yourself. He doesn't want to hurt Cecil but he doesn't want to keep any part of himself from Cecil, either, and it scares him that that's true, and it scares him to know it's what Cecil wants. Carlos/Cecil, 7k, T

trothplight by arriviste “What a metaphor,” Grantaire said bitterly. “I may dress your windows, but no more. We’ll greet each other in the streets, but you won’t admit me to your chambers or your hearts. I know all the words, all the empty speeches one needs to mouth for membership – I can rattle them off as well as you. Want me to prate Hébert or praise the Supreme Deity? Quote Rousseau or Marat? I can mum them; I don’t, because I don’t mean them, and because I’m an honest sceptic, I’m untrustworthy.” Enjolras/Grantaire, 4k, E

A-Wing, X-Wing, Y-Wait, B-Mine (Please) by ester_inc Finn keeps finding himself in situations where – no, wait, let's start over. Poe keeps ending up shirtless, nearly shirtless, or soaking wet, and somehow Finn is always there when it happens. The universe is either taunting him with what he can't have or rewarding him for good behavior, and Finn can't decide which is more likely. Either way, he's emotionally unprepared for, oh, let's be honest here: Poe's entire existence. It's fine. No big deal. He's working on it. Finn/Poe, 7k, E

Just Give Me Moments by barricadeur Enjolras comes home from a protest to a not-empty apartment. --- "What happened?" Grantaire says. His other hand grips Enjolras's shoulder, as if to keep him from pulling back, but Enjolras is so tired that the energy necessary to break away seems monumental. He lets Grantaire inspect him, says only, "I hit my head." "On someone's fist?" Enjolras/Grantaire, 1k, T

The Rare Gift by triedunture The prompt was "Dean receives an . . . unusual . . . Christmas gift from Castiel." The gift turns out to be wings. Dean/Cas, 4k, M

i love you now like i loved you then (this is the road and these are the hands) by theappleppielifestyle Somewhere in their phone calls after Derry 2.0, Richie and Eddie had decided to finally take that road trip. Richie would fly in from LA, then they’d drive back there from New York. It’ll be just like it could’ve been, Richie had said once. (Or, Eddie and Richie resume.) Richie/Eddie, 6k, M

i guess i should say thanks or some shit believe it or not, charles has a well-thought-out moral philosophy. he doesn’t follow it. but he has thought it out. alternatively: charles and erik douche it up in amsterdam. Charles/Erik, 17k, M

this is your sword, this is your shield by susiecarter Post-BvS, Diana and Lois start to develop a habit of protecting each other. But sometimes habits become ruts, and every now and then it's a good idea to break out of them. (Or: a whole bunch of times Diana and Lois looked out for each other, plus the time Lois ended up feeling like it might be worth it to be just a little less careful.) Diana/Lois, 9k, T

Family Portrait, c. 1840, oil on canvas by littlerhymes Lestat's latest favourite is a painter. Lestat/Louis, 2k, T

get religion quick (cause you’re looking divine) by brinnanza So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop. Aziraphale/Crowley, 4k, G

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It’s Strange (ST and IT crossover) - Chapter 20

DISCLAIMER: Hey hey peoples, so I’m finally back to writing again, since I haven’t written anything since June I have fastforwarded the summer for the party and the losers, to which they are now entering their second year of high school! Time flies. I have added a few new characters since this is of course, a crossover of Stranger Things and Stephen King’s It. In case you haven’t read the other chapters, links are just below! Decided to return the series with a Dustin and Steve bond! Anyways stay gold and enjoy!

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve , Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen , Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen

September 5th, 1987

Another summer has flew by for the losers and the party, and they only started going back to school just a few days ago.

It was a successful one, a few of them had the entire summer to themselves, while some began to work. It was amazing on how fast everyone was growing up!

Dustin had woken up from bed, with his cat Tews by his side.

Him and the rest of the party were supposed to go over to Lucas’ to dig for treasure, but shortly after he woke up Lucas had called the rest of the party to inform them it could not go ahead because of a family emergency.

Dustin called up Will to see if he wanted to do something, but him and Eleven’s family were doing some family stuff that day then both the Hoppers and Byers would be going out to dinner again.

He then called up Max and to see if she wanted to go to the arcade, but had to support Lucas on the family emergency.

He then couldn’t believe he forgot about the leader of the party, Mike.

“Me and Eleven will be hanging out for a bit before her and Will’s family goes out to dinner. Don’t know if I can see you tonight. I’ll just see you in school on Monday, okay?”

“Yeah sure,” said Dustin, “Hey, so do you know if Joyce and Jim are serious or?”

“Yes Dustin,” Mike huffed, “They have been official for two months now.”

He knew he would be bored all afternoon, but every one of his friends were busy that day, and there wasn’t much he could do about it anyway. School returning was also a big obstacle, which means the party and the losers from Derry would not be able to hang out as much, high school is not easy.

Dustin could not be arsed to bike over to Derry either, and even though Richie lived in Hawkins with Mike, Richie would be spending that afternoon with Eddie as he always did, which was roughly 4-5 times a week, sometimes more.

Eventually, it was now 2:30 pm, and Dustin was bored of hanging around by himself in the forest, so he took a walk down the trail in a nearby wooded area.

Dustin was taking in the cloudy September breeze of, it was a warm, perfect temperature outside. As he walks along, he realizes he is alone on this path. His mother would be really mad if she found out he was out here by himself, even though he was now sixteen.

Then, the worst of the worst happens, and worst fear comes true when he hears a twig cracking, but could not see anything in the bushes since everything was still leafy all around.

Dustin felt like he was being watched, and he heard whispering.

His heart was now pounding in his chest, only to have someone come out out of nowhere.

“Geez Dustin, you haven’t seen someone in a forest before?”

“Don’t jump out like that again!” Dustin huffed, “Fucking christ.”

“Language.”

Dustin noticed some paper and his hands

“Hey, what’s that? Were you just...talking to yourself?”

“That’s none of your buisness Mr. Henderson. Poem for university.”

“You’re not still into -”

“No, me and Nancy are friends, not really that close, actually. I’m into someone else now.”

“Oh, I know you are.” Dustin smirked

“I am! I’ve moved on a long time ago.” said Steve with a serious tone

“I know you have.” Dustin continued to smirk

Steve paused, now unsure if he was being sarcastic or if he knew something

“You know?” Steve said reluctantly

“Yes,” said Dustin, “You’re into what, Eleven’s sister now? Don’t tell me it’s that weird Kali girl that’s never around.”

“WHO TOLD YOU THAT.” Steve whisper-shouted, but he had an idea, since he only told one person, “And no, I’m into Ems, aka 007.”

“Richie told me, and right, I remember him telling me now!”

“I knew it!” Steve grunted, “Nobody else was supposed to know, who else did that scumbag tell?”

“No one else that I know of,” Dustin replied, “Me, him, and Eddie were biking around then bugged Ed’s sister El for a bit around earlier before Richard decided to tell me about his other dirty little secret when me and him left Eddie’s.”

“Swear you won’t tell anyone else about this??”

“Yes Steve, I promise. You are like an older brother to me, I could never let you down like that.”

Eventually, after Steve and Dustin stopped at a convenience store to grab some food and ice cream, spending quality time for the first time in a while.

“Sorry I didn’t get to spend that much time with you in the past year,” said Steve as he was munching his hot dog, “I had so much going on with school, you think high school is hard, just wait until you go to college, university, trade school, art school, whatever you end up doing.”

Dustin smiled, and mentioned how glad he was to see Steve again. It felt like forever since the two of them got to hang out.

They filled up on more junk food at the store while catching up on what each of them were doing the past few months. Steve and Dustin felt the summer go as fast as the wind.

“So, how’s school and everyone else treating you?” Steve asked

“School is alright, I’ve gotten mostly B’s in grade 10, I’m quite proud.”

“So you should be!”

“You haven’t seen Billy since high school, right?” Dustin wondered, “Luckily he’s never at Max’s so me and the party managed to go up to her place a few times.”

“No, thank god.” Steve sighed, “I’m just glad I don’t have to see his face again, he’s not exactly smart enough to get into college, so I think I’m good. You haven’t seen Trent or Jamie around, have you?”

Dustin smirked at how Steve purposely gave the wrong names for their former bullies in junior high.

Sometimes asshole Steve was the funniest, but Steve was now known for his caring and protective soul, which is what he truly is.

“Yeah, I still see them around sometimes,” Dustin sighed, “They kind of laid off on us, but every once in a while they’ll call us weird shit or cat call us in their older friends’ cars. And their friend Kevin is Ben from Derry’s obnoxious cousin, so you can imagine teen years are very awkward.”

Steve nodded, a look on his face that says Trust me, I know

Steve looked up at Dustin, and wondered what Dustin had said earlier.

“So, what dirty secret are you referring to?” Steve asked

“What? I don’t have one.” said Dustin, “But I know yours thanks to Richie. Well, I guess I have liked Max before, but she’s with Lucas now, and honestly they’re not that bad of a couple.”

“You’ll find someone some day, I can promise you that.” Steve assured, “And I meant didn’t you say Richie had a secret too?”

“No Steve, I can’t.” Dustin continued, “I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone else we live by ‘Friends Don’t Lie’ in our party, remember?”

“It’s alright,” Steve chuckled, “I think I know, me and him practically revealed to each other who we were into.”

“I think it’s best to keep this between the three of us,” said Dustin, “No one else from the party or Derry needs to know what we do.”

“You’re finally speaking my language!” Steve patted him on the back

Next Chapter: To Be Continued

#it's strange crossover #stranger things #it 2017 #steve harrington #dustin henderson

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