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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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hi! i love your henderson!reader and byers!reader so much 😭 would it be alright if i request a max's step sister headcanons? she's the complete opposite of billy BUT they get along really well, like the only person billy treats nicely, plus she and max are very close with each other too. thank you!

+ you can disregard this ask but i think i forgot to specify the max's step sibling request. it's with steve by the way thank u sm 💗

Dating Steve Harrington and Being Max’s Step Sister

summary: headcanons for dating steve and being max’s favorite sibling

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (hargrove-mayfield!reader)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of death/grieving, a couple sad moments, billy

note: i love max so much she needs a stable sibling tbh i’m rlly excited for this one !! also thank you so much anon i really appreciate the love and support i hope u have a fantastic day !! this does contain minor stranger things 4 spoilers !!

The day your father married Susan was simultaneously the best and worst day of your life.

On the good side, you got a new step sister, Max, who you absolutely loved. On the bad side, however, you had to move from your home in California to Hawkins, Indiana.

You were a year younger than Billy and a few years older than Max.

Even though he could be a major asshole, you loved your brother and he treated you better than he treated others.

You and Max hit it off right away. She tries to teach you how to skateboard and play video games and you give her boy advice and rides to the arcade whenever she needs.

Throughout the moving process, you tried to be there for your siblings as much as you could, knowing both of them were taking it pretty horribly. Max was leaving behind all of her childhood friends and you and Billy were leaving behind the house where you created so many memories with your mother before she died.

Starting fresh at a new school was tough for you and Max, however Billy seemed to be getting along pretty well.

Billy would threaten anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. You were his baby sister and he would protect you from anything.

You met Steve in science class after the two of you were partnered together.

He had already heard about a lot about you. You were Billy’s sister, which created a lot of gossip throughout the halls of Hawkins High.

Steve was a little intimidated by you at first, having met your brother already. However, as you guys talked, he realized that you were nothing like Billy.

You were quiet and sweet and you seemed to be really smart. Steve absolutely adored you.

It wasn’t long before you and Steve started dating, which frustrated the shit out of Billy. You were his little sister and of course he wanted you to be happy and loved but he despised Harrington and couldn’t stand the thought of his baby sister being around him.

This causes a lot of arguments between you and your brother because, while he really did just want the best for you, he was smothering you.

You and Billy didn’t talk for a week. With you angry at him, he took his frustration out on Max, which only made you more upset with him.

You frequently cried to Steve about your deteriorating relationship with your older brother while he held you. He felt guilty for being the cause of your straining relationship.

Steve decided to take matters into his own hands no matter how badly he hated Billy. They were able to talk things through and agreed to be civil for your sake.

Billy stared anxiously at the door, listening to the muffled laughter from inside. His stomach twisted in knots as he raised his hand to knock. As he did so, he heard the laughter stop and footsteps neared the door. You opened the door to find Billy standing there, looking awfully guilty. “Hey,” Your voice was small as you sent him an awkward smile. “Do you need something?” You asked, fiddling with a string from your pajama shorts. Billy peered behind you to see Max sitting criss cross on your bed, a few comic books and magazines spread around her. “Can you give us a second, Max?” Max nodded, excusing herself to the kitchen, smiling as you ran a hand over her hair when she passed by. You stepped to the side, letting Billy enter. “I talked to Harrington,” He mumbled, flopping down on your bed. He picked up a magazine and started flipping through it, rolling his eyes and scrunching his nose at the girlish nature of it. You furrowed your eyebrows, snatching the magazine away and placing it on your nearby nightstand. “About what, exactly?” You asked, the hostile tone in your voice was foreign to Billy and he didn’t like it. “We’re civil. If you’re gonna date him, I won’t stop you. But if he hurts you, I swear to god, I’ll kill him.” Billy stood up, crossing his arms defensively. You let out a small laugh at his protectiveness and wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks, Billy,” You mumbled as he returned your hug. “No problem, kid.”

You often play peacemaker between Billy and Max. They don’t seem to see eye-to-eye on anything. You eventually convince Billy to be a little less terrorizing towards her.

Max is grateful because, while Billy still yells at her when she’s a little late, at least he doesn’t actively try to run her over anymore.

It makes you sad that they don’t have a good relationship, knowing that Max deserves to have the same relationship with your brother that you had growing up.

However, somehow Max finds that relationship with Steve.

Max loves Steve, especially after he begins his role as “babysitter”

While she may not have a very good relationship with her real brother, she’s so appreciative of Steve and really begins to see him as a brother figure. She secretly hopes that the two of you get married so she can have him as a real brother.

Max often sneaks into your room late at night and climb into your bed. She gets a little scared sleeping on her own.

By some sort of miracle, you convince Billy and Max to have a movie night with you. You purposely chose the worst movies and spend half the night making fun of them. In the morning, Susan finds the three of you in a mess of limbs on the couch. There’s popcorn everywhere, Billy’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder and Susan can count at least six pieces of popcorn decorating his hair. Max is laying halfway on top of you with her legs slung over the back of the couch and her mouth is wide open.

Susan takes a picture, discreetly leaving it in your bedroom later that day. You keep it tucked away somewhere, not daring to show it to Max or Billy.

Your father is an asshole. While he’s never laid a hand on you, you can’t help but get sick to your stomach every time Billy has to walk around with a new bruise.

You try to get Billy to confide in you, but he’s just not that kind of person, choosing to deal with his pain by himself.

You do, however, start leaving bandaids and antiseptic spray in your shared bathroom. He appreciates it more than you know.

Steve’s house begins to feel like an escape for you. While you love your siblings, it’s nice to have a space away from the arguing and fighting.

Steve loves to take you for late night drives, especially if he knows things have been bad at your house lately.

Occasionally, Billy will hear a low rumble coming from outside, he’ll look out the window to see you drop from your window and run to Steve’s waiting car with your shoes in hand. Billy rolls his eyes, shutting the blinds and going back to bed.

Billy’s death hits the two of you really hard. Max spends a lot of her time alone in her room, listening to music and isolating herself. She really tries to distance herself after this.

You, on the other hand, take to sleeping in Billy’s room. The bedsheets smell like him and if you shut your eyes tight enough, you can pretend like your big brother is still there.

Your father and Susan believe he died in the mall fire, however you and Max know the truth. He died protecting Eleven, and by protecting her, he was able to protect the two of you one last time.

When your father leaves, you, Max, and Susan are left to fend for yourselves. You eventually have to move into a small trailer park across town. You make sure to pack all of Billy’s things up, keeping one box full of his things with you in your new room.

The death of your older brother puts a strain on your relationship with Steve. He wants to be there for you and help you, however, like Max, you isolate yourself, unable to bear losing someone else.

Eventually, you and Max are able to find your way back to each other, seeking comfort within your sister.

Max would protect Steve with her life. She swears to herself that she will never let you lose him. She cares about you too much to let you go through losing the most important person to you again. Late at night, when she thinks about dying, she often feels guilty for wishing she died with Billy. However, she knows that as long as you have Steve, you could get through anything.

She may bully him and rile him up, but if anyone ever even thought of hurting Steve, her brother, she would kick their asses.

While dealing with Vecna’s Curse, Max writes letters to all her friends and family. It takes everything in you to accept your letter.

You refuse to acknowledge the fact that your little sister could very well die while fighting this new threat.

In Max’s letter to Steve, she thanks Steve for being a brother to her.

She also tells him that if he ever hurts you, she and Billy will come back from the dead and make his life a living hell.

She signs the letter, “your baby sister, Max.”

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urrockstar-xe · 5 months

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family scrapbooks - s.h x platonic!gn!reader

posted dec, 1st 2023 8:00 am

i hope you guys enjoy, thanks for bein here :)

summary: Steve has a family, even if he doesn't realize it. Reader does. use of Y/n and mention of loads of family members, i also totally played into "the steve's neglected" headcanon.

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“You ready to face the music?” You asked, smiling in the direction of one of your close friends from the passenger seat in his car. “Oh god,” Steve groaned, putting his hands over his face while he threw his head back against his headrest, you couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic actions.

“Y/n/n are you really laughing right now? I’m meeting your family, and it's Thanksgiving and you’re laughing???” Though as Steve spoke he couldn’t help it when a smile hit his face, a few chuckles escaping as you both sat in his car.

A few more rounds of giggles rang through the vehicle before you both took a few breaths and looked back at each other, fighting off another fit of laughs before you spoke up. “Okay, I can practically hear my grandmother complaining about how her turkey is coming out, we should go in”

Steve’s smile matched yours as he nodded, opening his door, his action mirrored by you as you got out of the car, leading him up to the front door of your uncle’s house and letting yourselves in.

Now of course it wasn’t much, not big and fancy like Steve’s was but all he could focus on was the laughter and talking coming from your extended family and the soft music playing from the radio.

Steve had never experienced something so cozy before and he could tell you noticed the way he tensed up, but before you could ask anything about it your mother distracted your thoughts. “Y/n, honey! Don’t you look darling! Steve, dear, always a pleasure” She smiled at Steve, her hand resting on your shoulder in greeting. Steve smiled back, “The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Y/l/n”

And it was then that the meeting parade began, you set your hand on Steve’s shoulder in an attempt to keep him grounded. The day went on and as it did you noticed Steve loosen up, get more comfortable around your family, how his hands weren’t nervously in his jean pockets when he’d talk to your aunts and how he’d laugh with your uncles while passing food around the table, even playing a few boardgames with you and your little cousins to keep them distracted while your grandma set up dessert with your mom and aunts.

But as the sun disappeared, replaced by the moon and your family started to disperse into cars, leaving just a few of you around, you had lost your holiday buddy.

After looking around the house you found him on the back porch with your grandmother, seated on your aunt Sue’s beloved old bench as she showed off one of your numerous family photo books. Steve almost didn’t notice when you sat down next to him, “Grandma sucked you into the scrapbooks huh?” You joked, earning a laugh from the older woman and a quiet scoff mixed with a laugh from Steve.

“This is so cool, I don’t have any of these.” Steve was too sucked into the pictures of little you to see the shocked look you and your grandmother exchanged at his confession. “Not even a baby book?” You asked, Steve looked a little confused by the question though, shrugging as if he hadn’t even known what that was.

And then you got it

the best christmas present idea ever.

While your mind raced with thoughts you decided to join in on the conversations about the pictures, and the stories behind them. Neither of you really shocked at how your grandfather suggested Steve come to spend Christmas at your grandparents' house, which he happily agreed to.

So finally, after the last few ”he’s so sweet” and ”can’t wait to see you this Christmas, Steve” from your remaining family, you both headed off, going back to Steve’s to spend the rest of your night eating ice cream and watching whatever Christmas cartoon was on.

The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas was spent mostly with Dustin and Robin, both having been dragged into operation; scrapbook.

By the time you were done, it was the morning of Christmas Eve. The past 3 years' worth of pictures with the kids and Steve, corny messages about the memories, and cute stickers alongside mindless doodles from Robin whenever she got bored, satisfied the three of you.

And so you wrapped it with your best paper, and under the tree it went, actually, it sat on your desk, until Steve came around on Christmas morning to pick you up.

All the presents you had gathered for your family were sitting in Steve’s backseat, he tried not to notice how you carefully held one box in particular in your lap.

Steve finally pulled up by your Grandparents’ house, immediately greeted by you turning your entire body to face him, impatient and giddy about the present. Steve laughed, mirroring your actions and finally asking, “So, what's with the box?”

You had to fight the urge to laugh at how the bells on his ugly Christmas sweater jingled. “It’s Christmas” You responded, earning a head shake in response. “Yes, Merry Christmas, Y/n/n” He smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Steve” You smiled back, pushing the box from your lap to his, Steve hesitated before carefully unwrapping the box and pulling the top off.

As the cover of the scrapbook came into his field of vision he stopped, holding the lid in his hands as he stared down at the carefully written ”Steve’s family Scrapbook”

“Y/n-” “Open it up!” You laughed, eagerly, clapping soft and fast as he scoffed in lighthearted disbelief, taking it out of the box and not having much of a say in how you quickly took the box back, giving him more room for the book.

He took a breath as he opened it, greeted immediately by pictures of him and Dustin, one of him Max and Lucas, and another of you and Robin that he had taken himself on your Polaroid camera.

You watched as he flipped through the book, smiling at how in awh he was.

“This is… this is really great, Y/n, wow” You shrugged in response, laughing when he pulled you into an awkward car hug.

“Robin and Dustin helped,” “I know, I can tell by the handwriting and the drawings,” he laughed.

“Merry Christmas Steve” You repeated your words from a few moments earlier, happily catching how he flipped through the pages numerous times.

Steve looked back at you, a more calm and genuine smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas”

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x platonic!reader #Spotify

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lostgirlsinofgluttony · 2 years

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Hiyo ! I just discovered your blog and the writting about Billy and I just fall in love *^*

I wanted to give a request about a Yandere Platonic Billy Hargrove with a sister!reader (could be step like Max, or blood related to him or Max, as you want ^^), maybe a year younger or older than Max. I never saw a Yan Platonic Billy and I need to read a toxic overprotective big brother.

I just see him favoring (y/n) over Max, like when their mother asks her to do dishes or chores, he just yells that Max should do it instead because (y/n) is busy (even if you are not lmao). He buys her candies and soda when he's buying his cigarettes and beers from the store, he drives her to school everyday and he picks her up too (even if (y/n) says she wants to walk or just doesn't want to, he would just dragged her in his car and put the loud music on ignoring her complaints). And of course he would be very controling about her relationships and friends, and beat up (even kill) every boy who try to flirt with her. These are a few ideas to give you examples about my request ! Feel free to add details or other examples/scenarios/dialogues ! ^0^

Have a nice day !

Yandere platonic billy Hargrove!

ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᴰʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳ ʰᶜ . ᴼᵏᵃʸ ˢᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ. ᴵ ᴴᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ @foulperfectionsworld

he’s so protective of you like if someone messes with you they are messing with him He come ready to swing

-if you need anything he bend over back to get you what ever you need

-takes you places the mall,the park,school

-he is much nicer to you than max which is sad cause you love max

-if dad asks you to do chores he always gives a bullshit reason why max should do them instead “y/n has a headache make max do them” or he will do them instead it’s always your too busy or tired to do them even if you want to he refuses to let you

-also expect him to come home from the store with candies and soda for you

-will not let you walk cause it’s “dangerous “

“stop being a brat and get in the car I don’t care if you want to walk it’s not safe for you”

-he also has to approve of your friends and will chaperone you everywhere you go

-if he disproves on who it is your not going blank period.

-will not let you date at all he’s very controlling by nature even tho your a year younger then you he treats you like a kid still

“guys a shit and you don’t need that” “you got me already what are you complaining for”

-defends you against there dad and will take the blame for anything you do cause he loves you that much

-once almost killed Harrington for seeing him talk to you

-if anyone is interested in you he will threaten them to stay the hell away or else.

-you had to pull him of on him cause of it

-movie nights is a thing you guys watch tv in his room with snacks

-but he does try to get you to do his homework sometimes

-treats you like a princess/prince

-Carry’s the shopping bags 🛍

-let’s you crash in his room

-for your birthday he always takes you to dinner or does something thoughtful

-also is good at comforting you if your upset

“y/n come here “he says softly as he embraces you and let’s you cry on his shoulder

-will try to be nice to max cause you told him too he’s tough but a sweetheart on the inside

#tw yandere #yandere blog #stranger things #yandere steve harrington #yandere stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #platonic #yande.re #stranger things imagine

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siriuslysmoking · 11 months

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(Updates every Sunday @ 11 am CDT)

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Series Warning: blood, death, gore, murder, PTSD, anxiety, depression, different mental illnesses, alcohol, drugs, eventual smut, mentions of torture, mentions of being drugged, (Updated when new trigger may appear.)

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"I'm trying my absolute hardest to see this from your perspective but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass." "Nice one, L/n."

Y/n L/n, she never really fit with the people she hung out with, never truly getting the feeling that she was welcomed. And to be honest she couldn’t care less, she was very much not a people person on the inside but on the outside she was the most extroverted person you’d ever meet. She had high anxiety which somehow always made sure she was second guessing herself. The thinking of, why are they looking at me? Even the thought of getting out of bed most days was hard for her. But no one knew that of course, she was a happy person.

Eddie Munson, he was different. He was not afraid of being known, announcing himself to the entire school, jumping on tables and shouting at someone across the room. Eddie’s life wasn’t the simplest, he sold drugs, to put it blatantly, he was the drug dealer of Hawkins. He lived in a trailer park with his uncle and he even had his own club, Hellfire. It was a Dungeons and Dragons fantasy game, according to the news it was a satanic ritual for the devil himself which was a bunch of bull shit.

Both Eddie and Y/n live in Hawkins, Indiana, a small town that strange things happen to. And ever since Will Byers went missing three years ago nothing’s been the same. Murders being covered up by the government, mall fires -that Y/n knew wasn’t a mall fire-, Russian bases underneath the same shopping center. Missing Kids, creepy dogs roaming around with no faces, and now horrific deaths of Hawkin’s High students. And it all started with Chrissy Cunningham.

Chapter Index

(includes all planned/written parts meaning not all parts until stated complete)

Break The Chain

No One Was Saved

Wait For You?

The Blues

Living In Devotion

The Sky Is Gray

Timeless Flight

As The World Falls Down

I'm Only Falling Apart

Wandering Very Far

Dream a Little Dream

No Time Left to Start Again

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington #steve harrigton x reader #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 #stanger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things 3 #platonic stobin

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damn-stark · 2 years

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The new cover for Strange, my Stranger Things series!

Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 are out!

It’s not my best work but I will tweak it later!

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

part three: she looks just like a dream (the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen)

part one | part two | part three | part four

content warnings: a student referring to girls as bitches, swearing, lack of self confidence

summary: it’s billy’s first day at hawkins high and his english teacher gives him a project to do in two weeks. the catch is that somebody else will be doing it with him…

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notes: without further ado, here is chapter three even though i didn’t edit it because who has time for that these days? not me! i’m super busy with college which is why updates are really slow, please bare with me

Out of all the ways Billy expected his first day at Hawkins high to go, he never expected it to be this. Leaning against his cold locker with ink from a gel pen on his hand, reading the numbers jotted down and the surrounding area decorated with pink and yellow gel pen flowers and hearts. Out of all of the ways Billy Hargrove had expected to get Sloane Mitchell’s house phone number, a school project hadn’t been on the list.

It hadn’t even been considered.

And yet there he stood, his broad shoulders pressed against the cool surface of the locker doors behind him, looking down at her number… Until a boy who looked to be his age snatched his hand to look at it.

It was Tommy Hagan.

“Got yourself a bitch already, pretty boy?” He asked with a smirk, nudging Billy’s shoulder. “Is she hot? Fresh meat like you could snatch up a girl here in seconds, they’re all so fuckin’ desperate these days.”

“Call her a bitch again and I’ll carve your fucking eyes out—- I mean, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. I met her last night,” he admitted, smiling to himself, her kiss still lingering on his slightly flushed cheek from the night before. And he mentally kicked himself off the roof of the building. No more aggressiveness.

Tommy clapped his shoulder twice and shot him a knowing look before turning to leave, walking down the hall, a short girl with brown hair joining him shortly after.

Let’s rewind a little to seven hours ago, 7 minutes and 6.547826 seconds to be exact before English class with Mr Green in room 34E would commence:

“A-are you Billy… Hargrove?” A bundle of energy in the form of a girl asked, bouncing up to him with a school planner encased in her arms.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Who are you?”

“Robin. Robin Buckley. I’m… I’m kind of nervous because you’re really intimidating looking and I… don’t know why Miss Weiss asked me to do this because she knows how nervous I get when meeting new people and I don’t know why she couldn’t just get Sloane or Chrissy or someone else to do this because everyone here likes them and they don’t like me and I’m sure you’d love them because they’re both super smart and really pretty and Sloane is the nicest person in Hawkins by far and- and she knows where everything is in here and I forget sometimes because my mind goes ninety miles an hour sometimes and it’s doing that right now and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Sloane goes here? As in Sloane Mitchell?” He asked, barely noticing how much his hand that was holding his water bottle was shaking.

“You know her?”

“I met her last night,” he sighed, his eyes clouding over dreamily as they followed the constellations of freckles on her button nose, a smile playing on his lips.

Her nervousness was cute in a way Billy couldn’t quite put his ring-clad finger on.

“Oh, cool cool. I’m meant to be showing you around the school so we can talk about that if you want to while we do that— Oh look, there she is!” she said, leaning against the locker next to Billy. “Sloane Nadine Mitchell, the queen of Hawkins High… Who now needs a king. You’d be a good king for her, I think. Your edginess would balance her out. And I’m about to go on a tangent so I’ll stop talking now.”

She in fact did not stop talking. For a while.

Does she introduce everyone this way?

As Robin continued, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over his peers, lots of bright colours and secrets splashing around the room. And then his eyes fell on her.

There she stood; the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, as he’d admitted to Tommy and Robin not too long ago. But just like she was beautiful she was way out of his league. The most out of his league a girl could possibly get.

Shit. His chances of getting on her good side, and even getting to talk to her again were slim to none. He didn’t even think he was worthy enough to look at her. But he did anyway.

She had her back turned slightly to him but he could still see her face, her ash blonde hair in a high ponytail with a slight curl to the end, held together with a green scrunchie. A scrunchie that would match her classic yellow, white and green cheerleading uniform.

Wearing his leather jacket, which made his heart skip a beat.

She’d been hugging her paper and textbooks for Physics with Mr Kaminski, tapping a pink pen to her lip as she listened to something another girl with the same cheerleading uniform had been saying.

“And what else did he say?” The other girl had asked, her midnight black waves swaying as she spoke, bouncing on her heels. “Did he kiss you?”

He felt his breath escalate, an ocean of a hazy feeling filling every little cell in his mind, washing away his memories, leaving only one. Last night when he met her. When she wore his jacket. When she kissed his cheek. When she looked up at him with her doe eyes, silently begging him to kiss her.

“No but I really wanted to kiss him. I had to stop myself, I didn’t wanna scare him off,” Sloane whispered, still not having noticed Billy standing three feet away from her with Robin, the raven-haired girl squealing before she could even finish her sentence.

“Tina!” She screeched, calling Tina over. “Did Sloane tell you about the boy she met last night?”

His heart sank. Did she meet somebody else after he’d taken her home? Surely not.

“No? You met someone?”

“Oh my god…” The girl who’s name Billy didn’t know asked, interrupting Tina, her eyes locking with his for a moment. “Who is that?”

“I have no idea,” Tina chimed in, biting her bottom lip, nudging Sloane’s shoulder. “Would you check out that ass?.”

Sloane smiled, her eyes finally finding Billy’s, her hand reaching up in a little wave, and he felt his world caving in from beneath him. If he were to die right now, he’d die happy, knowing that he’d captured her eye.

Billy had heard before from his biological mother that people were attracted to voices, and he didn’t believe it until he heard Sloane’s last night, each and every syllable that left her lips bouncing around his mind like a ball on a basketball court. He probably hallucinated the wave, but he could have sworn she sent him one.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied, the smile on his face growing even wider.

“Never thought I’d see you again, heartstopper.” Her eyes widened as soon as those words left her lips, covering her own mouth with surprise.

“Heartstopper?” He asked. “That’s a new one, pretty girl.”

Heartstopper.

Am I hallucinating this?

“It just came out… Sorry…” She looked up at him, only just noticing how close they’d both gotten to each other. The other two girls dispersed, leaving them as alone as they could be in a crowded hallway since another student that Billy didn’t know called Robin away.

“What did I tell you about apologizing?” He asked, brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Don’t apologize unless I’ve done something wrong?” She stated quietly, more of a question than anything, and he nodded bringing his hand back down to his side.

“Exactly,” he started, internally groaning as the school bell rang in his ears for class to start.

Laughter rang through the classroom, but it died down upon his entrance, with all eyes falling on him. Though his eyes were only on one girl in the room.

“I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to William Hargrove, he moved here recently from California. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of this but please be nice to him.”

“It’s Billy.” He forcefully grinned at his teacher, screaming internally when she asked him to take a seat next to Robin and not Sloane, but he took his seat anyway.

Sloane sat in the middle last row to the left of the classroom, two seats diagonally away from Billy. From where he sat he could see her perfectly, watching as her hair swished in her ponytail when she turned around to flash him her pretty smile.

His breath stuttered, but he covered it up quite quickly by winking at her with a grin. Her smile widened as she turned back around into her desk, just as Mr Green began speaking again.

“As you all know by now, including Mr Hargrove, each year we do a big group assignment that spans over the course of two weeks dedicated to the art of literature. Today I will be talking about this project and separating you into groups of two. We are starting a new unit on romance literature for this upcoming semester, but before I begin I would like to see what you all can do on your own. While you are doing that I will be splitting you up into pairs”

Billy turned to look at Robin who was busy doing her math homework on her lap, straining her eyes to look at the math book she’d placed on the floor. He casted his eyes down towards the table, trying to get rid of the feeling of somebody staring intensely at the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. But he didn’t turn around to see who it was. And it wasn’t Sloane, because she sat at the front of the classroom.

“I would like to see what works of romance you can find and how you interpret them without any help from me,” Green explained. “You’ll work in groups of two, looking for a work of literature that relates to love. It can be a poem, a short story, a play, a tragedy or a song, and I want you to make a short video that relates to your piece. You have two weeks to write and record it. At the end I expect a paper on your interpretations of the piece no shorter than 1500 words, a video that relates to your piece and a copy of the work of literature. Before you ask any questions, yes, both people have to be in it and I’ll be assigning you your partner.”

Billy shifted in his seat slightly, his knee bouncing up and down in anticipation, why was he so nervous? There was not a chance that his teacher would partner him with Sloane. Mr Forsythe Green was anything but Cupid.

“Your partners are on these sheets that I’ll be passing around along with guidelines on the project. I’ll give you a minute to look at who your partner is before I show you an example of a project two students did similar to this one three years ago.”

Billy looked down at his paper after Green had passed them around; his name written out in barely legible handwriting. Before he looked at the name beside his, he looked up at Sloane, who had a small smile creeping into the corners of her ever-so-kissable lips.

William Hargrove and Sloane Mitchell.

His heart dropped into his stomach, skipping a beat before protruding from his chest like those cartoons he used to watch when he was younger. There was no way he was reading this right. He did not just get paired up with the prettiest girl in Hawkins. The prettiest girl in the world, he corrected.

“I thought Steve and Sloane would be paired. Today’s your lucky day,” Robin said, reading Billy’s sheet. “I got paired with Nancy.”

There was absolutely no way he could focus on anything else no matter how hard he tried. Well… there was always time for gawking at Sloane. Sloane who now had to do a project with him, more than likely against her will. She probably wanted to be partnered with somebody she knew, or Steve that Robin was talking about. He wondered if Steve was the handsome boy at the back of the room with the long, shiny brunette hair.

The bell rang and Billy stood abruptly, wanting to get out of that classroom as soon as possible, until none other than Sloane Nadine Mitchell stopped him in his tracks. Remembering her middle name would be important. For when? He didn’t know. He just knew he needed to remember it.

“There you are, handsome,” her sweet voice rang like the most beautiful melody in his ears.

“Here I am,” he said, leaning against the doorframe to let other students pass him out of the classroom, false confidence taking the place of his anxiety. “You okay?”

“Just wanted to see how your first day is going,” she smiled at him. “Did you make any friends? I saw you talking to Robin a lot.”

She shoved her hands into the pockets of his her jacket and leaned against the wall next to him, their arms brushing, igniting a little flame.

“Is somebody getting jealous?” He asked, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Um…”

“I’m just joking with you, pretty girl,” he chuckled, tucking that loose strand of her soft hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear, running his fingers through his own hair afterwards, assuring her with, “I’ll let you know when I’m being serious around you.”

“Thank you, it’s hard for me to interpret people’s emotions sometimes and sarcasm flies right over my head. Thank you for being so considerate,” she smiled and looked at him with those gorgeous amber eyes of hers, and he feels his knees begin to weaken as she looks up at him.

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them before she spoke again. “And since we’re going to be working together on Mr Green’s project I figured I’d… Um… Can I give you my number?”

Billy blinked rapidly. Did the most popular, most beautiful girl in the world just offer him her number? Oh God, reply quickly you idiot!

But his response didn’t come out as quick as he wanted it to.

“If you want to of course, it’s okay if you don’t…” Her gaze drifted to her white converse with pink and green hearts drawn on the sides with gel pens.

“I— Sorry, yes, please give me your phone number,” he stumbled over his words, and the brightness of her smile returned as he did. He let out a dreamy sigh as she took out her pens, his breath hitching in his chest as she took his hand in hers and began writing her home phone number on his skin in the most pretty writing he had ever seen.

He blushed deeply as she wrote the numbers, her tongue sticking out in concentration, before putting the cap of her pen back on. But she didn’t let go of his hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Trouble,” she said, lifting his hand up to her lips to give his skin a little kiss before heading in the direction of the school’s cafeteria.

Now he definitely had to do the project with her. It was solidified. Once you have their phone number that’s some serious business. He snapped back into reality a moment later when Robin tapped him on the shoulder, bringing him back to seven hours later, present time. And time to go home.

“Do you think Mr Green is trying to set me up with Sloane?” He mused, tapping his pen against his math book that he’d just taken out of his locker.

“Duh,” she scoffed, fiddling with the collar of her beige flannel. “I think he’s just looking out for you, since you’re new here. And Sloane is the sweetest person in the entire school. Including Hawkins’ Middle School.”

“And so he paired her up with me. Has he not seen my record? I got kicked out of my last school for setting the cafeteria on fire by accident,” he whisper-shouted, and Robin smirked.

“Was it really an accident?” She raised an eyebrow.

“No…” He said, a little laugh in his voice, which heightened when she elbowed him in the ribs.

“You better tell me the full story later, Dingus. Maybe he put you with Sloane because she strikes me as the type who won’t do all the work and just put your name on it and she’ll make you do your half of it.”

“How do we know she wants an A? Maybe she’ll settle for a D?”

“Keep it in your pants, Hargrove,” she snickered.

Billy rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Oh fuck off. But seriously, do you think I have a chance?”

“If you play your cards right, I think so. But I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…”

Two weeks to make her fall in love with him sounds as easy as tying shoelaces, but except these laces were full of spikes and on fire and he would have no fingers.

That’s how easy it was going to be.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fluff #billy redemption #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove x oc #fluff #angst #smut (eventually)#platonic bobin is my new favorite #fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x oc

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ickypuppi3 · 2 years

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whatever you do don’t think about billy growing up with neil trying to shape him into the ‘perfect son’

don’t think about billy not understanding why his dad doesn’t like him

about billy saying the wrong thing when someone asks him if he likes any of the girls at school

about billy asking his mom why neil calls him that word

about billy asking his mom if he is that word

#billy hargrove #cw homophobia #neil hargrove #because kids don’t get it !!#he wouldn’t know why neil was so angry at him for being ‘like that’#why his mom keeps shutting him down every time he tries to talk about it #why he isn’t allowed to hold his friends hand and tell him that he loves him anymore #billy seemed like such an affectionate kid too #and i feel like neil would label any sort of platonic affection as queer (derogatory)#dacre saying neil’s homophobic has caused me a lot of stress #like yes i knew #but he said it #and now that he’s said it it’s even worse yk?#the way billy was specifically the person neil directed that homophobia at #like literally in canon #imagine billy as a kid having to deal with that #and then his mom just leaves #i’m gonna be sick #i’m so upset about him all of the time #genuinely hate it here

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enemymarkus · 2 years

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Pool party pt 1

By: Enemymarkus

A/n: Hiya this is a oneshot for all you billy lovers! <3

series?: Stranger things

pairings: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

warnings: Hurt/comfort, billy being cocky( steve) and a flirt (to the moms), rejection in the first bit, swearing?, mentions of sex?, fluff

summary: Lucas made a plan to have a pool party at the pools, where billy works, billy has been trying to catch the reader's attention for ages, but she thinks billy will do the same to her like all the other girls.

parts: |1| |2|

Steve harrington x reader (Platonic with a capital P) max mayfield x lucas sinclair ( kinda romantic)

Bold is lucas italics are billy

I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

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* Ring Ring * “ (name)! can you get the phone please?” i heard my mum say

“hello?” “(name!) “ lucas what do you want i’m trying to work on my car!” i yelled into the phone “ i was wondering if we all could go to the pools since its summer and all of us a free” lucas said in a tone i’ve wished i didn’t know “Fine i guess because i'm not doing anything at the moment.” “ Okay! can you please come pick me max and dustin please the rest are going with steve” “yep i’ll be there in 20 minutes” “okay, bye” “bye”

“mom!” i call out “ yes?” “ can i got to the pools with the kids?” “yep but be careful and put sunscreen on!” “ yep i will, bye!” i get changed into my bathing suit its red with a little slit on the back and black shorts, i bring sunscreen towels and snacks for the pools.

*car pulls up* “MOM! (name’s) IS HERE I’M GOING NOW” im so happy that ( name ) agreed to pick me up and go to the pools. Steve had enough people in his car so otherwise me max and dustin would have had to bike there which would be ages! “ hi (name)” i said “hi” she said “lets go pick them up now” she said while backing out my driveway i could see erica sulking about not able to come but i don’t really care about it right now.

were on our way to go pick up dustin and max, max is at dustin’s place because she didn’t want to hear her stepfather and mother yell at each other. I’ve been starting to develop a crush on max i don’t know what but maybe because it’s her personality or her fiery red hair. We put some music on while we drove to dustin’s house, i could see them outside with their stuff. Mrs henderson probably wanted dustin to be on time for the pools instead of messing around

“hey guys” i said to the 2 new kids that hopped in my’ chevelle ss 1969 ‘ “hi” i hear them say, we continue to drive to the pools until i realize that max said that her brother is working there as a lifeguard at the moment. Me and billy hargrove don’t like each other.. well actually i don’t like him but he seems to like me like every girl i’ve seen him with, i won't lie he is very handsome but i’ve seen the way he treats girls the next day after they have sex, and i won’t be one of those girls. He’s been asking me on “dates” which i assumed was sex in his car but i always decline. We arrive at the pools and max doesn’t look happy but i couldn’t blame her, after what he did and said to her i would probably do the same thing.

Max’s POV

we pay to get and already see steve, mike, eleven, nancy, jonathan, will, and robin in their swimsuits, i see that steve and robin are arguing about something and i see Mrs wheeler at the pools too? i saw nancy looking at her mom weirdly but i brushed it off and we walked over to our friends. “Hey guys!” “Hey max” i heard them all say, we all started talking and we were thinking about getting some food but what (name) didn’t know was that a certain someone was looking at her.

Billy POV

I was really getting pissed off with these kids running around the pools and older moms with kids looking at me, as much as i love the attention i only want attention from this girl at my school. Her name is (name) and when i first saw her i wanted to break her heart until i saw how gentle but stubborn she is to Her friends, i’ve tried asking her out but she keeps declining i felt sad that she didn’t want to go on a date with me but i knew why, that’s why i started to change a bit. As i was looking and yelling at kids to stop running i saw my stepsister maxine with her little stupid friends, i was about to roll my eyes and look away until saw her in her swimsuit next to max. The girl that i’ve been trying get her attention, (name).

We sat down next to our friends talking about some stuff until i suddenly got an idea “pstt, (name)” she looked at me “what?” “ we should push steve into the pool ”she thought for a bit then agreed.\

Steve can you come here please i hear (name) say “ whats wrong (nickname)? “uh buh bye stevie” i heard (name) say before pushing him in, what we didn’t expect was that steve pulled her down with him. She got soaked “STEVE!!” she started yelling at him until he picked her up and started walking towards us “PUT ME DOWN NOW HARRINGTON” steve just laughed while putting (name) down she looked like she was blushing but it was just the heat. Her and steve have been good friends since 2nd grade, since they're a seniors now so i know that she wouldn't be blushing because of him.

I saw (name) and lucas talking i felt giddy that she was here but annoyed because harrington is with her. I know that theme two are really close because i've seen it. I saw that she told him to follow her i also saw that she tried to push him into the pool but instead he took her down with him. She was screaming at steve. But when i saw that he was picking her up by the waist i was angry, i wanted to be the only one who held her like that, not steve harrington.

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#billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy series #max mayfield #lucas sinclaire #steve harrington #steve the hair harrington #platonic #pt 1 #stranger things #season 2 #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger thing fanfic #fyp #flopera

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zaraquinn · 2 years

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dear billy…

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billy hargrove & fluff (sad)

word count: 839

younger sister!reader & billy hargrove / max mayfield

requested by: @loxbbg

a/n + additional notes: had to change this one up because it is a challenge, so I ended up having this from Max’s perspective. Hopefully, this still fulfills this request! also sorry for taking so long to get this done.

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“Max! You can talk to me! Talk to us!” “Max just wait, please!” Stopping in her tracks, Max turned around, shoving her hands in her pockets as she faced Lucas and Y/N. “I told you, I’m fine.”

Lucas and Y/N look at each other for a split second, seemingly unconvinced. “Then why do you keep pushing us away? Look, I don’t need a letter, I don’t want a letter! Just talk to me. We’re your friends! She’s even your family.” Lucas points at Y/N, referencing the step-sister relationship. They used to be close, especially with El that summer. Max, who couldn’t even look at her in the eye, now does, but the horror replays in her head.

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Max, runs and holds herself back beside Mike and Y/N; the bright lights from the fireworks explode and paint the scene almost poetic, but she sees horror. Terror, in their eyes as El, is on the floor, weak but Billy, above her, stops with tears coming out of her eyes. A hand, El’s hand reaches to touch Billy’s, and it was that look Max knew.

“Shit!” The Mind Flayer, whose roars shake the building violently, captures everyone’s attention as the fireworks and explosions slowly stop one by one. “Y/N! What are you doing? No!” Max’s voice screams as her eyes follow Y/N who bolts towards El and Billy and gets on her knees beside El.

“Y/N,” El says weakly; tears staining her cheeks for a solid moment, the mention of Y/N knocks the control the Mind Flayer had on Billy, and he notices her. He looks at her, those matching blue eyes mirror each other as his brow furrows. “I love you.”

He pushes them away and faces the Mind Flayer’s wrath, protecting El and the others.

Max and Y/N scream his name, watching him perish.

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“Max! You can talk to me, right? I’m your family! I know how you’re feeling, I’m still grieving too, just please…” Y/N said, her voice breaking as she reached her hand out to take. Max kept silent. Looking at her sister’s hand, but did not take it. “I know.” “Then talk to us! She’s right here. I’m right here.”

Another beat of silence passes as Max shakes her head, turning around and heading deeper into the graveyard. “Okay? Just, wait in the car. This won’t be long.”

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"Dear Billy, I don't know if you can even hear this. Two years ago, I would have said, 'That's ridiculous, impossible.’ But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so... I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything."

"So much has happened since you left. Your dad and Y/N were a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights. Bad fights. I don't think he could stand being here without you, So he left. And he didn't leave Mom much." “For Y/N, at first she was the only one I could talk to—to make me feel better. We were close, and, I clung to her because she was the closest I could get to you. But, it soon changed; she stopped feeling anything after a while. And maybe so did I.” "Mom’s taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer park off Kerley. Ever since you left, everything's been...A total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone."

"I can't tell them that you saved El's life. That you saved my life or Y/N’s life. I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away; going beside Y/N. I imagine that if I had, you would still be here. And everything would be...everything would be right again. I imagine that we...That we could've become friends. Good friends, like...like a real brother and sister. Like you and Y/N. because I knew, even though I was jealous, and we hated each other, that Y/N would help and try to get us to get along. More than Mom and Dad ever did. She loved you. And you loved her. And, I don’t know. Maybe I wanted that too."

"And I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But I thought that maybe...Maybe we could try again. But that's not what happened. I just...I stood there and I watched. For a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. Normal for Y/N, who was shattered without you. But I...I think that maybe a part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I...I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late."

"If you can even hear this—I hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Billy. Love, your shitty little sister, Max."

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stranger things request post:

masterlist:

#zarawrites #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #zararequests #stranger things 2 #billy hargrove x reader #billy x max platonic #max mayfield #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things 4 volume 1 #stranger things 4

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cherryattillabrook · 1 year

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Oh? What’s this? Another chapter in such short amount of time? Guess it’s the holiday spirit and I wanted to gift the very few that read this.

Hope you enjoy and again feel free to point out any mistakes ✌️

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #fanfiction

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hrrgrve · 2 years

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idea: another experiment that fled the lab coming to help in starcourt, however billy is not possessed (it’s tommy), and they are immediately drawn to billy after everything’s finished and billy can’t understand why this 17-year-old labrat has become so attached to him in the span of about 20 minutes.

neutral pronouns for the character (they/them/their/theirs)

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they really want to get billys attention but don’t know how. for the next 5-6 months, every time they see max they ask about billy and she answers with “why do you want to know about my brother so much?” in an almost annoyed tone. they don’t know how to explain it, they just want to.

so next time max comes, she’s dragged billy along because she’s told him how they’ve wanted to see him for so long and he’s just like “who the fuck are you talking about?” and then he sees them and is just like, oh. you.

at first he’s kinda annoyed with them, max had said that they’d practically been asking non-stop about him for months and now he’s finally here sitting with them and they’re just staring at him in awe. he’s getting antsy and finally snaps at them asking what their problem is and they instantly recoil.

they don’t like to talk much but oh my god do they want to talk to him so badly but they just don’t know what they should talk about.

“you’ve been asking maxine about me just so you can stare at me the entire time i’m here?” they shake their head, disagreeing.

“don’t know what to talk.”

he looks at them for a second, as if waiting for them to finish their sentence.

“…about. talk about. that’s how you say it.” he answers, his voice lacking any kind of annoyance or mockery.

they just shrug their shoulders and stare up at him.

billy stares back for a while.

“what’s your name, kid?” he asks curiously, he doesn’t remember maxine telling him. they look at him in an almost blank stare and answer with the same number that’s permanently inked into the skin on their left wrist.

he narrows his eyes at them, analysing them.

“i think i’ll call you —” it takes a few seconds for them to process it. when it does, their eyes light up at the thought of being given a name by the one person they’re unexplainably attached to.

they try the name out, see how it feels on their tongue, and they love it.

“why the hell are you so interested in me?” his face scrunched up as if he was almost instantly regretting asking that question.

a smirk appears on his face suddenly, “well i can’t say i blame you, i mean look at me.” he points at himself and they giggle. (not entirely sure as to what he meant but they laughed anyway)

keep in mind though, this is not romantic attraction of any kind. they are completely, utterly and platonically engrossed by anything billy does and no one knows why. not even they can give a straightforward answer to that question.

so their friendship starts off kind of rocky and awkward (but don’t they all?)

billy, never missing a day where he doesn’t question the reason behind the kid’s fixation with him, going along with it anyway because it feels nice knowing at least someone doesn’t see him as just his past actions.

they love going over to billy and max’ house (when their parents aren’t there, which is often more than not) and spending every second of it in billy’s room. looking through his various vinyl records, going through his personal belongings while billy sits and watches them, a soft expression on his face the entire time.

they know not to touch the box underneath his bed.

that’s where he keeps his “stuff too personal even for you.”

they asked max about it one day and she just shrugged and told them it was probably a box full of “inappropriate magazines”

they asked billy if that’s what was in the box the day after. he looked at them as if they’d just ripped the lid off the box when he wasn’t there. “where the hell did you get that idea-” before he could even finish his sentence he grimaced a little and rolled his eyes.

“maxine. obviously.” whispering more to himself than them.

“it’s just personal stuff, okay? maybe i’ll show you one day. but for now, get over here.”

he was sat up against his headboard, his nose almost touching the pages of the book he was reading. he patted the space next to him and they crawled over.

they love when billy lets them put their head on his lap. he strokes their head softly, adoring the little sounds coming out of their mouth which he’s labelled “your happy noises” which often come out whenever they’re around him.

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ive had this idea for ages but i just didn’t know how to put it into words but i’m actually quite happy with this.

this can be considered a billy & y/n fic if you wanted, though pls remember this is not romantic in any way!!

anyway, i hope someone actually sees this and likes it.

likes, comments and reblogs much appreciated <3

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserves better #stranger things #billy hargrove and you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x oc?#the x is platonic okay 🥲#is this an imagine?#i don’t know how these things work okay

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blue-sadie · 7 months

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.Random.

.Request Page.

A place for my different fandoms brain rots

Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

Anime

Imagines.

(H) kakeru Sengoku - Her Little Merman 🌺

(H) Keishin Ukai - Assistant Manager 🌹

(HMC) Howl Pendragon- A Thing Of Beauty 🌺

(LOK) Mako & Bolin - Brothers Charm 🌹

(MHA) Katsuki Bakugo - Silly Nicknames 🌺

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Villainous Love 🌹

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Little Helper 🌹

Combo.

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(H) Asahi Azumane - Pregnant Hungry 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Animation

Imagines.

(QFC) Garrett Touch Says All 🌺

Combos

(A&TAE) Dimitri & Cale Tucker - The Tucker Twins 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

Nsfw/SFW Alphabet.

Celebritys

Imagines.

Hayden Christen - Yn Moment 🌺 Jamie Flatters - Admiring The Interviewer 🌺

Henry Cavill - Distraction 🌺

Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺

Combo.

Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺

Jamie Flatters - Attention Thief 🌺

Jamie Flatters - Bakery Girl 🌺

Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺

Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺

Combos.

Avatar Cast - Dream Come True 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Games

Imagines.

(BG3) Astarion - Love From Cold Lips 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - For Your Pleasure 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Flaunting Treasures 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Sweet As Sugar 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹

(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺

(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

Combos.

(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️

(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹

(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀

(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺

Combos

(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹

Different Aus.

(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

(BG3) halsin - NSFW

Movies

Imagines.

(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺

(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺

(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺

(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹

Combos.

(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Series

Imagines.

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹

(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁

(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺

(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺

(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹

(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹

Combos

(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹

(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹

(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹

(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Combos.

(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Tag.List

@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny

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siriuslysmoking · 11 months

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No One Was Saved | Chapter 2

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved— -The Beatles

Y/n was sitting in the lunchroom waiting for Chrissy to show up, she had made it known that she needed to tell Y/n something so here she waited, in the lunchroom. But no Chrissy. None of the cheer girls had seen her, so they were no help. Jason was her last resort. She didn’t necessarily like talking to him, but when she had to, she had to. She walked over to Jason’s table, it was all the basketball players.

“Hey! Jason!” she spoke as she got close to their table, he hummed as he looked up.

“Oh, it’s you.” he looked disappointed.

“What, not the person you wanna see?” Y/n questioned.

“Not particularly.”

“Dido, now, do you happen to know where Chrissy is?” She questioned, crossing her arms across her chest.

“No, why would I know?”

“Because she’s your girlfriend.” she shrugged.

“No, sorry princess, I don’t know.”

Y/n rolled her eyes getting ready to walk away when a voice from across the room called out. “As long as you’re into band or science…” Eddie Munson. “Or parties.” standing on a table, once again making himself known. “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

Y/n’s eyebrows were raised as she watched the 20 year old man -who was still in highschool- with the long curly hair, his black jeans, his leather jacket with a jean vest above it, and of course who could forget his Hellfire t-shirt. Hellfire: a Dungeons and Dragons club, that Eddie was like the leader of, Y/n didn’t know much about the game except that it was a fantasy role-play game. To be honest she was quite intrigued by it, Y/n always thought about learning more about the game that others called a ‘satanic ritual’. That was all bullshit though and she knew it.

“You want something, freak.” Jason stood up, he was so defensive, so willing to stir the pot. Eddie’s response to Jason was to imitate a demon, his pointer fingers pointing up on his head, his tongue stuck out and he made growling demon-like sounds. Eddie smiled as Jason pulled a disgusted face, it wasn’t until Eddie locked eyes with Y/n (who was still standing next to Jason) she noticed the side of her lips were turning up. She immediately forced her face back into a neutral expression, but Eddie had already seen it.

He turned around on the table, “it’s forced conforming. That’s what’s killing the kids.” he stepped off the table as he shouted, scaring a group of girls that were passing his table. He saw a pair of cheerleaders and motioned for them to walk past him. “That’s the real monster.” this time he spoke much lower.

When Y/n realized she was staring she turned and walked out of the lunch room, frustrated and concerned, where the hell is Chrissy? She continued her search, Y/n had a free period for next class and so did Chrissy so she continued to look for her blonde friend. Not twenty minutes later she walked outside because some people ate outside on the picnic benches, that’s when she saw Chrissy.

“Hey, Chrissy!” she shouted as she ran over to her friend. “I was looking for you everywhere. I thought we agreed to meet in the lunchroom.”

“Oh-” Chrissy flinched as Y/n rested her hand on her shoulder. “Uh, yeah, I just got distracted.”

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked slowly, removing her hand from the girl's shoulder.

The blonde nodded, “Yeah I just want to talk to you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Y/n nodded as she walked with Chrissy towards the football field. “What’s going on?”

“I- uh-” she trailed off.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay, then what’s going on?”

“I feel like I’m going crazy.” Chrissy rushed out.

“Don’t we all?”

“No like, I’ve been getting nightmares and headaches and bloody noses…” she trailed off. “I’ve been seeing things.”

“What kind of things?”

“You’re going to think I’m going insane.”

“I promise I won’t, to be honest, I’ve been getting headaches and bloody noses. I had a headache today. I could barely see.”

“Okay… today in the bathroom it was my mom, talking about a dress and then her feet, they-they were like I don’t even know how to explain it… not human.” Y/n nodded. “The lights flickered, the voice was so scary.”

“Wait- did you say the lights flickered?” Y/n stopped her.

“Yeah…” Y/n nodded and continued walking.

“So, where are we going?”

“To the woods, I’m meeting with Eddie Munson.”

“Wait- why?”

“To see if he has anything that can help.”

“Are you sure drugs are the answer?”

“I’m willing to do anything that can help.” Y/n nodded at her friend as they made their way across the field and behind the gate. As they were walking through the forest they came upon an old picnic table that was littered with cans and other trash. Y/n climbed onto the bench sitting on the table when she turned she saw Chrissy facing a tree.

“Chrissy?” Y/n questioned, the blonde didn’t turn around, she just started to back up. Y/n stood up stepping towards her friend, until another body crashed into Chrissy making her scream.

“Whoa, hey, hey, hey.” It was Eddie, “sorry.” he chuckled, “didn’t mean to scare you.” Chrissy looked like she had seen a ghost. “You okay?”

Chrissy looked towards the tree again, “Chrissy?” Y/n called, that’s when Eddie noticed her. Y/n stepped forward, calling out once more, before she could reach out to her friend she quickly turned around and put on a false smile.

Eddie waved his lunch box and walked toward the table, the two girls following, Y/n kept trying to meet Chrissy’s eyes but her head remained low. Once they two were seated Eddie took off his leather jacket and tossed it on the table. He eyed Chrissy who looked pretty shaken, “There’s uh- nothin’ to worry about. Okay? No one comes out here.” he tried to reassure Chrissy. “You’re safe.”

Once he was seated he flipped open his lunch box, “I promise.” his stupid lunch box that didn’t house food but instead housed drugs. He put his arm on the table resting his chin on his hand. “So, how does this work, exactly?” Chrissy asked.

To be honest Y/n had no idea why she was here, she just kinda sat there awkwardly by Chrissy’s side. “Aw, just like any other old sale, except, cash only, and for obvious reasons, no receipts.” Eddie explained.

“I’ll do you a half ounce for uh, twenty. What do you say? Plenty bang for your buck. Should last you a while.” Eddie held up a plastic baggy, there was a snap of a branch behind the girls and as Chrissy gasped and turned, Y/n raised an eyebrow. Something was going on.

“Hey, uh, we don’t need to do this, just give me the word and I’ll walk away. Okay?”

“It’s not that. I don’t want you to go.” Chrissy stopped the man who started to close up his lunch box. “It’s just- do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side, “Uh, you know, just… on a daily basis.” He smiled at the two girls. “I feel like I’m losing my mind right now doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham and Y/n L/n, the queens of Hawkins high.”

Y/n noticed that Chrissy was getting more comfortable, no longer so tense. “You know this isn’t the first time we’ve all um… hung out.” Eddie says to the two girls.

“No?” Chrissy asks, Y/n cocks her head in question.

“You don’t remember?” Eddie asks, looking at the two cheerleaders sitting across from him.

“I’m sorry. I-” Chrissy pauses.

“That’s okay.” Eddie shakes his head, and messes with his finger until he makes the executive decision to stab himself in the chest with an invisible knife, falling on his back off the bench and onto the leafy forest floor.

Chrissy gasps and Y/n let a snort leave her lips as she tries to stifle her laughter with her hand. “I wouldn't remember me either. Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?” he stumbled onto his feet, brushing his hands off and running his hands through his leaf infected hair. The two girls laugh as Eddie finishes fishing all the leaves out of his hair, he turns back to face them.

“You don’t remember me?” he questions the girls, Y/n starts racking her brain but to be honest after these past few years she's been trying to forget about everything from her past.

“I’m sorry.” Chrissy laughs, she turns to her friend and raises an eyebrow in question, Y/n shrugs in thought.

“Middle school, Talent show. You two were doing this cheer thing. You know…” he raised his hands shaking them as if he had cheerleading pom poms. “the thing you do. It’s pretty cool actually. And I was with my band-” the two girls cut him off, saying it in sink.

“Corroded Coffin.” they spoke, Eddie started clapping and did a little turn. Y/n’s brain thought of the much shorter, buzzed hair, little boy who played the electric guitar during a middle school talent show.

“Corro- you do remember!”

“Of course we do! With a name like that, how could we forget!”

“I don’t know, you’re a freak.” Eddie teased.

“No you just…” Chrissy trailed off, “you looked so…

“Different?” Eddie asked. “Yeah. well, my hair was buzzed and I still didn’t have these sweet ol’ tatties yet.” he pulled down the top of his shirt revealing his chest that was littered with tattoos.

“You played guitar, right?”

“Uh-huh, still do.”

“You know.” Chrissy continued, she looked over to Y/n. “Y/n here plays guitar too.”

“Bass, I play bass.” she corrected, Eddie looked at her.

“Never would’ve guessed.” he spoke.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing. You just don’t give me the, ‘I play an instrument’ vibe.” he shrugged, “you know, you should come see us play. We play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It’s pretty cool, we.. we get a crowd actually, of about five drunks.” Chrissy laughed as Y/n smiled at the brunette boy.

“We should.” Y/n agreed.

“It’s not exactly the Garden but you gotta start somewhere, right?” he started playfully punching a tree. Y/n took in his appearance, his dark jeans, his ‘Hellfire’ baseball tee-shirt, his belt chain, different rings, a black bandana hanging out of the back of his pants, and his long curly hair.

“You know, you’re not what I’d thought you’d be like.” the blonde trailed off.

“Mean and scary?” Eddie asked, he grabbed a piece of his hair and covered his mouth with it.

“Yeah.” Chrissy nodded.

“Yeah, well I actually thought you’d be kinda mean in scary, too.” Eddie walked back toward the table and leaned into the two girls.

“Us?” the two girls spoke, looking at each other curiously.

“Terrifying.” He sat down and grabbed his lunch box, setting it back on the table top. “Good news is flattery works with me, so…twenty-five percent discount count for the half. Fifteen bucks.” he places down a baggy in front of the blonde. “You’re robbing me blind here, you know.”

Chrissy looked down, “do you have anything… maybe.” she stopped, “stronger?”

“Chrissy?” Y/n asked, for all Y/n knew this was her first time doing anything so going stronger would be a push. “Don’t you think you should start off slow? Ease into it?”

She shook her head, “no… I’m sure.”

“I… uh- don’t have anything on me but I can meet you tonight with it.” Chrissy nodded.

“After the game, we can meet at my trailer.” Eddie spoke.

“Yeah, that works.” Chrissy agreed.

“I won’t be able to come.” Y/n spoke to Chrissy, “I have to drop Dustin back at his house after his thingy.” Y/n remembered the promise she made to Mrs. Henderson didn't want her son to bike home in the dark so she asked Y/n to do it. Of course she said yes, after school she'd go back home then take her car back for the game.

“That’s fine. I can go alone.” Chrissy spoke to Y/n, Y/n nodded hesitantly, looking back to Eddie who was putting his jacket back on.

“Okay.” She looked over to Eddie’s hand and said the time. “We have to go to class.” she said standing up and swinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Alright.” Chrissy turned to the boy. “See you after the match in the parking lot?” Eddie nodded and Chrissy turned following Y/n out of the forest and back onto the football field.

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Dylan’s Relationship:

Steve Harrington: Childhood best friends, used to do everything together and they didn’t have malice so Steve used to let Dylan sit in his lap. All up to Middle school when Dylan’s lost his brother who was “ran over” , Dylan became more of a loner, while Steve joined with the wrong crowd. Which made them drift apart, Steve became a DnD dweb becoming friends with Julia, Bruce, Mark and Eddie, while Steve was in per suit of popularity until he became Popular when, he slept with the hottest girl in Hawkins high. (He was a freshman), Dylan stay behind yet he had feelings for his ex best friend. (In The canon AUs Dylan and Steve become friends again after season 1. In the other AU, Steve and Dylan meet at times but it’s always awkward and Weird because Tommy is there.) sometimes in the no monster AU Steve battles his feelings depending on the AU, weather it is Harringrove, Steddie, Stelan or Dylve, steddielan, haringroveker, harringroveson.

Tommy Hagan: used to bully Dylan since he met the boy seeing how he wasn’t normal. Maybe it was because deep down Tommy probably had the same inclination or felt an attraction towards Dylan. They were never close but in both Canon AUs and no monsters AU Tommy and Dylan are hookup partners as per Tommy’s request to want to try having sex with a guy despite being with Carol.

Billy Hargrove: Dylan is the first person wh9 actually greets Billy because Dylan was forced to they both instantly acknowledge that the other is abused by their father tho they don’t mention it, but they see the slight signs the only difference is that they each channel it differently. Dylan becomes a wing man to Billy in every AU that Billy likes Mark. They are mostly platonic or like siblings but in some universe they actually hookup. we also have the other ships like harringrobe, Walgrove, harringroveker, harringroveson.

Steve Joe Randal: dispite being a Mix douche Steve and mix douche Billy, he cares or cared deeply for Dylan (in the canon AU this oc dies because he was flayed and he fused with Dylan’s dad and step mother trying to end or take Dylan to the spider monster) but when he isn’t trying to kill Dylan he is trying his best although tried to force sex onto Dylan (imagine when he finds out that Tommy was the one who got lucky to be the first to sleep with Dylan). Other ships include. Steve x2, Rangrove, Joddie(Most people call Him joe so joe + Eddie), Joncy, Bydal (Jonathan x Joe).

Eddie Munson: they become close even when Dylan’s close group stops playing DnD, they also have a hookup relationship but it’s less cold than Dylan and Tommy’s. They act more like a couple. But they don’t have feelings for eachother, at least in canon AU Eddie looses his feelings for Dylan when he sees that Dylan still is after Steve. Other ships Dyldie, Steddie, Harringroveson, Steddielan, Chrissy x Eddy.

Fiona Thompson: one sided, Dylan never actually liked Fiona. Not his type

Barbara Holland: in canon AU if she had confessed Dylan would have tried to his best to like her like that because she was actually Dylan’s type.

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jaylikesrainbowtigers · 9 months

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Bullshit

@disabledbillyandsteveweek Day 5 - Relationships

My whopper ficlet to celebrate my 18th birthday!

Trigger warning for Nancy

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Nancy undoubtedly was Steve’s first love. He loved her laugh. Her smile. Her hair. Her brains. He just loved her. He loved when he cuddled her. He loved when he made her happy. He loved that he could give, give and give. He loved that Nancy loved him.

Bullshit.

Their entire relationship gone in one word.

Bullshit.

It broke Steve. Nancy had never loved him. Nancy cheated on him with Jonathan. Sure, it was at the very end of their relationship when they had fallen apart. But they were still together.

Bullshit.

Steve had given Nancy his everything. King Steve was gone. The act was all he had back then. His shield because he wasn’t quite like everyone else. But he had given it up. Because he had Nancy. But now he didn’t have Nancy.

No Nancy. No title. Nothing. What was he now?

Bullshit.

Steve had a broken crown and a broken heart. He had the fact that he had become a glorified babysitter. He had the kids. One of which was Nancy’s little brother. He couldn’t escape her. That used to be romantic.

Now she had Jonathan with her. Now Steve was broken and useless without her. He had nothing to fill that hole in his heart that longed to love and be loved. No fake popularity. No one who loved him. Just a bunch of kids he could drive around and the constant sight of his ex and the man she cheated on him with.

Bullshit.

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Then he started at Scoops Ahoy and the summer from Hell began. But he met Robin.

Boy, if Steve thought that he loved making Nancy laugh, he was wrong. He really, really loved making Robin laugh. So much made Robin laugh. Not jokes like King Steve made. Not Nancy laughing at him being stupid. Robin and him laughed at everything. It was them.

Steve had finally found his soulmate. The one who could make him laugh alongside them. The one who would give as much as Steve would give. Someone who could match his energy and made him feel like he didn’t have to be someone else. Someone who got when everything became too much.

At first, it felt like a punch to the gut that Robin didn’t like him back but the second that Steve imagined him and Robin kissing, he shuddered. Robin and him were not romantic soulmates. Just platonic with a capital P.

They found similarities. Robin was autistic. And it turns out so was Steve. It was hard to stop after so many years of pretending that he was “normal” but he finally had somebody who wouldn’t judge him for it. Not like Nancy would have.

Robin and Steve. Steve and Robin.

They did everything together.

They talked about girls together. Vickie. Whatever girl Steve had a date with. The ultimate wingman or woman for one another. It felt like Steve could be happy without romance. Like he was worth more than just what he could give to people.

Really, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if they were twins separated at birth.

Twin souls.

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Eddie Munson was a first for Steve. The first crush on a guy he registered. Looking back there were others. But Eddie?

No, that was so obvious to Steve.

He wanted to hold him close. Kiss him. Listen to him. To be part of Eddie’s life. He felt the urge to give as he often did in relationships. To give his all and his everything. Like he needed to unload all of his love.

Robin was ecstatic when he told her. She asked if he could be bisexual. Steve hadn’t known what that meant but after a quick talk, yeah. Steve was bisexual.

But he couldn’t have Eddie Munson. No, Eddie hated him. For what he did in school. For who he used to be. He didn’t fit with that image anymore but no one could forget King Steve.

Billy Hargrove died thinking that Steve was just King Steve. And when Steve thought about it, holy shit, he had definitely been attracted to Billy. Despite everything.

But this was about Eddie. Did Steve have a thing for bad boys? Unattainable bad boys.

Because he could never have Eddie Munson.

Because Eddie had a girlfriend.

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Steve didn’t mean for it to happen. But him and Eddie practically had shared custody over the kids and were basically forced to become friends.

As such he became friends with Eddie’s girlfriend, Chrissy.

Shit, he could see why they loved each other. Whilst Eddie was all metal on the outside and dorky on the inside, Chrissy looked perfectly preppy but was a absolute badass on the inside. Chrissy was sweet but would definitely kill someone who dared to harm the ones she loved.

It wasn’t Steve’s fault that he fell for her too. That he wanted to be a part of Chrissy and Eddie’s relationship. He wanted them both in the most pure and the most dirty ways. Steve was convinced he was broken again. You couldn’t want more than one person.

Of course, Steve wasn’t the only one who fell. Chrissy was just so loveable. Robin had a big fat crush on her too. But it was okay because they knew that the other liked her. And Eddie in Steve’s case. But they would never get what they wanted.

Because it was impossible.

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They all had wanted out. Out of Hawkins. They had defeated Vecna. It was over.

But still they couldn’t stay there.

So that was how Steve was sharing an apartment with his two crushes who were dating each other and his twin soul who were so alike they had a crush on the same person.

It was there that the doctor noticed something. Steve had his head bashed just one too many times. They found out that Steve had a traumatic brain injury. Not only that but Steve had lost part of his hearing. He had to get a hearing aid.

That was tough on Steve. He couldn’t get out of bed most days. But his roommates were the reason he was able to carry on.

Robin would treat him pretty much as normal. Like the entire world hadn’t shifted. But it was the little things for him. She encouraged him to learn sone sign language. She learnt with him. She encouraged him to take more breaks throughout the day.

Eddie was a bit more tough love style. When Steve needed to get up but didn’t want to, Eddie dragged him up. When Steve needed to sit down but was too dizzy to move, Eddie would pick him up and bring him to his bed or the couch. He would bring him food and water.

Chrissy checked on him emotionally more than anything. She sat and talked with him for hours. She listen to him about his day or his past or whatever he wanted to talk about. She shared her troubles with anorexia or her more recent issues with being mostly blind which showed him that he wasn’t alone in some weird way.

So a couple of months later, Steve was nervous when Eddie and Chrissy called a roommate meeting. Him and Robin had shared a glance to confirm that neither knew what this was about.

They never expected it.

Eddie and Chrissy came out. Eddie was omnisexual. Chrissy was pansexual. They were together but they were polyamorous. They wanted to date Steve and Robin. Well, Chrissy wanted to date Robin. Eddie didn’t want to date Robin. He knew Robin wasn’t into dudes.

And now?

Well, Steve and his twin soul had found romantic happiness. They shared a girlfriend. Then Steve and that girlfriend shared a boyfriend. They were actually able to have what seemed impossible.

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It was a bit after that when Nancy came back into his life.

As Nancy always wanted, she went to a big university for journalism. She had the picture perfect life. Until she tore it all down.

Steve was the one who answered her call. Who sat talking to the first person to break his heart as she cried her eyes out. Jonathan and her had broke up. It was over tears that Nancy apologised, because she knew she had treated Steve badly and then she treated Jonathan in the same way.

But Nancy had figured out that puzzle now. She didn’t love Steve romantically. She didn’t even love Jonathan romantically. She apologised to Steve for not realising that she could never have loved him romantically, no matter how hard she had tried. Nancy didn’t like dudes.

Steve felt that old bitterness at Nancy, for she really had been awful. But he set it aside. He told her that it was okay that she liked women. Yes, her mum could kick her out. But Nancy would be okay. But she couldn’t lie to herself or others anymore. The only way she could find true happiness was being true to herself. She would be okay.

Steve fell asleep crying that night. In the arms of the three people who he loved most in this world. And Steve would be okay.

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After Nancy’s call, it seemed that the past wouldn’t leave them alone.

They got a new set of neighbours. The kids from before had moved out. A new trio of young adults moved in.

The first one he met was a dark haired person called Eden. Eden seemed friendly enough and was also definitely queer. Robin thought to ask their pronouns. Eden was non-binary. They were dating one of their roommates. A queer solidarity formed between the two apartments.

It wasn’t until a week later that Steve met Eden’s roommates.

He hadn’t recognised Argyle. He had only met the man once. Jonathan, however, he registered immediately.

And it was awkward.

But they tried. And they tried.

One night, Jonathan asked to speak to Steve. Alone.

They talked about Nancy. Nancy who had broke both of their hearts but they were both glad she was happy now. According to Jonathan, Nancy moved to New York to further her journalism. She had also found a girlfriend who she was extremely happy with. Who she was in love with.

And Jonathan was in love too. With Argyle who was also dating Eden.

And Steve melted the fear off Jonathan’s face when he told him about his polycule. How in love Steve was.

They got along much better after that.

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It was Chrissy who suggested it.

She had said it to Steve, Eddie and Robin first. She liked Jonathan. She wanted to date him. She wanted to ask him out. And she knew that Eddie and Steve felt the same way. Chrissy was always the most perceptive out of them despite her not being able to actually see anything.

It was Steve who made the second suggestion. Really, he enjoyed spending time with Argyle too so he might ask Argyle out as well.

Robin nodded and continued to slurp down spaghetti.

They asked Jonathan, Argyle and Eden the next morning. The date was due for that evening.

Steve and Jonathan found themselves alone together in the kitchen. They cooked popcorn together and made fun of each other. It was easy in a way that they hadn’t quite managed before.

Jonathan kissed Steve on his way out.

Argyle did too obviously.

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If you had told King Steve what his life would look like now, he wouldn’t have believed you.

He would have said that he wanted to work for his dad, marry Nancy and carry on his family legacy.

But Steve was happier than ever.

He didn’t speak to his parents.

He didn’t speak to Nancy.

He lived with his best friend and twin soul, Robin Buckley, who made silly jokes with him and taught him to be loud and proud with his differences.

Eddie Munson was his boyfriend. They tumble around in play fights and Steve watches Eddie run the Hellfire club. He would sometimes even join in.

Chrissy Cunningham was his girlfriend who cuddled with him on the couch and was the person he confided all his secrets in.

Jonathan Byers was his boyfriend. He posed for Jonathan’s photos and they kissed over a pot of buttery popcorn.

Argyle was his boyfriend who also had a scary amount of weed. But he was soft and sweet. He calmed Steve down with his smooth tones and relaxed attitude. He grounded him.

Yeah, Steve was content with his life. Ready to take whatever comes next face on with his partners.

For once in his life everything was not…

Bullshit.

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penmansparadise · 2 years

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Eddie Munson ~ My Guardian Angel

*I DON'T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Language and mentions of verbal and physical abuse

a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad. So, I will say that if you are a Steve lover, you may want to just brush by this imagine lol. He is definitely not painted in a good light in this one. But on a more serious note, this imagine does mention verbal and physical abuse. I may not know firsthand what it feels like to deal with this, but I have seen how abuse affects people. I saw it with several people I care deeply about and want everyone to know that no one deserves to feel like that. No one deserves to go through that. Whether it be child or abuse from a significant other, no one should have to deal with that. So, if you are dealing with abuse, please know that you are not alone, and you can get help. There are people out there and resources that can and will help you. So, please, please, please go get help. If you know someone who is dealing with abuse, you take the step for them and find them help. Do your part and make sure they know they are never ever alone. I am always available to talk if you need someone who isn't so close to the situation. Thank you all for all the support. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this one. My next post will be a Billy Hargrove imagine with a Munson!Reader. So, be ready for that!

The quiet hum of your air conditioner filled the room. You stood shirtless in front of your mirror, staring at the blue and purple marks littering your skin. Your fingers lightly outlined each spot, remembering each instance when Steve’s hands found themselves on you in a less than affectionate manner. You touched the most recent mark and winced a little at the sharp pain from the little pressure your fingers provided. Your eyes crawled over your beaten and battered body for another moment before sighing and pulling your shirt over your head, forgetting again about the pain your boyfriend was causing you.

You moved around your room, finishing getting ready for your night. Eddie would be there any minute with movies to watch, and you didn’t want to keep him waiting. The two of you had been doing this since you were kids. It was like a ritual at this point. Every Friday night, Eddie would go to your house after renting an ungodly number of movies, and the two of you would run through them while eating way too much junk food. When you were younger, those evenings you spent with Eddie were just a fun little thing. But now, it was the only time you actually felt peace in your life.

It wasn’t always like this. At first, Steve wasn’t even on your radar. Growing up with Eddie meant that, even though you did your best to avoid it, you inevitably developed feelings for the boy. He was your best friend, and you spent almost all your time together. It was kind of hard to not catch feelings. But, after years of secretly falling head over heels for your best friend, you came to the conclusion that he didn’t feel the same way. He never made a move and, in your mind, never let on that he reciprocated your sentiments. So, you suppressed everything you felt for Eddie and reluctantly moved on. And the person whose arms you fell into was none other than Steve Harrington.

In the beginning, Steve was soft, sweet, good, and kind. He took care of you and made you laugh. Even before you two started dating, you always liked him. Being friends with Nancy meant that, while they were dating, you spent a lot of time with her and Steve. You knew he was a genuine guy. He was someone that everyone liked and never had a bad word for. You liked him. But when you told Eddie, he more than despised the idea of you with Steve. He scoffed at you and said, “No one is that good of a guy, Y/N.” You just ignored him, brushing his comment off, thinking he was just jealous he had to share his best friend with another person. At first, your feelings for Steve were platonic, but when Nancy broke up with him, you two got closer. Slowly but surely, your platonic feelings morphed into something more romantic. You could tell that Steve liked you too, and after months of prancing around the subject, Steve finally broke down and asked you to be his girlfriend, and you obviously accepted.

You were happy. Steve was a good guy. He would protect you and keep you safe. At least that’s how it was for the first couple of months. Then something changed. It was subtle. He started yelling instead of raising his voice. Then that turned to him insulting you when he was upset. He would put you down and scream so loud that sometimes you felt your bones rattle. Somehow, he always seemed to twist the situation to make you feel like the reason why he was acting that way was because of something you did. But he always apologized. So, you stayed. But then he started putting his hands on you.

The first time it happened was in his car. You reached into his center console, and he smacked your hand. He made it seem like it was a playful tap, and you believed him. Couples do that all the time. They playfully shoved one another or slapped each other lightly on the arm. But that’s not what Steve started doing. Maybe in public, he made it seem that way, but behind closed doors, he was more aggressive. He started pushing you so hard that you would fall over or run into things. Then, he started forcefully grabbing you until his fingerprints were ingrained in your skin. One after another, bruises started showing up on your body. Steve never left a mark where someone would see, though. He knew where to lay his hands, so the only person who knew about your constant turmoil was you. Every time you dressed or showered, you were reminded of the monster your boyfriend had become. But you were too deep into the relationship, and you were scared of what Steve would do if you tried to leave. So, you stayed.

You were just about done getting into your comfy clothes when your doorbell rang. Your heart jumped in your chest, and a smile pulled at your lips. Finally, your little piece of heaven had arrived. You jogged to the front door, swung it open, and your smile dropped. It wasn’t Eddie. Your breathing started to waver as you stared at Steve standing on your porch. He didn’t look happy. But he never did, always sporting a permanent scowl. He raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, the question coming out much weaker than you hoped.

Steve rolled his eyes and shoved you to the side to walk inside.

“What? All of a sudden, I can’t surprise my girlfriend?”

You watched as he walked into your living room and plopped onto your couch. You carefully shut the door and approached him. He was plucking at the pilling fabric on your sofa, not even paying attention to you.

“Steve,” you began, “I-I have plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

You felt like you were going to pass out with the way your throat was clenching.

“I can’t.”

His fingers stopped messing with the fabric, finally acknowledging that you were standing in front of him.

“Who could you possibly have plans with? You have no friends, Y/N.”

You knew that when you told him who you would be seeing tonight, he would explode. But you couldn’t lie. He would see right through you. You wrang your hands together in an attempt to hide the way they were trembling.

“I do have friends, Steve. And my plans are with Eddie.”

You could see the way his eyes darkened at Eddie’s name.

“I thought I told you to stop seeing him,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“He’s, my friend. We always get together on Fridays.”

Steve stood from his spot on the couch, and you instinctively took two steps back. You knew this stance all too well. His shoulders were back, and his fists clenched at his sides. You knew what would come next. Steve started closing the gap between the two of you, and you continued to step away, trying to maintain the distance.

“So,” Steve said, his voice much louder than before, “you’ve been seeing him behind my back?”

You couldn’t say anything. Your mind was reeling as your eyes wandered around the room, trying to find a place to run. There was no way out. The front door was too far, and there was no way you were going to be able to get around him anyway. But Steve took your silence as an affirmation that you were keeping secrets from him.

“I thought we told each other everything, babe. So why didn’t you tell me about your nights with Eddie? Hm? Is it because you’re doing stuff you shouldn’t be?”

There was nowhere else for you to go. Steve had reached you, and he grabbed your arm. You let out a little whine and cowered just slightly at his threatening grasp.

“No, Steve, I promise all we do is watch movies.”

“Are you cheating on me?” He shouted, causing you to shut your eyes and turn your face away from him. Tears were burning behind your eyelids as his grip tightened around your arm, and his voice got even louder.

“Huh? Whoring yourself around? Thinking I wouldn’t find out?”

The tears you were trying to hide were falling freely down your cheeks now, and you were shaking.

“I would never cheat on you. Please, you’re hurting me.”

“Shut up, bitch!”

Steve’s other hand came flying up and connected with your cheek in a harsh slap. You collapsed and let out a shriek of pain. The sharp stinging of his hand sizzled on your cheek. You didn’t fall completely to the floor, as Steve’s other hand never let go of your arm. He yanked you back onto your feet, holding you up with his tight grip, and pulled you so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, you stupid fucking slut.”

His other hand grabbed your other arm, and you shut your eyes. You knew what came next. You would either go slamming into a wall or a piece of furniture. This was not the first time you were in this position. You tried to relax as best as you could to avoid breaking anything when your front door flew open. Your eyes shot open, and through your blurry vision, you could see Eddie walking inside. He was sifting through the several VHS tapes in his hands. He wasn’t paying attention and hadn’t seen the horror show happening in your living room.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, laughing a little, “Family Video was slammed. But I brought your favorite, A Nightmare on -” He stopped short when he finally lifted his eyes and saw Steve’s hands on you and your sobbing figure.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Your body shook with each sob, and you could feel your face swelling from where Steve slapped you. Steve’s hands tightened around your arms, and you whimpered a little.

“It’s none of your goddamn business, freak,” Steve said, spitting the last word.

Eddie’s eyes looked from you to Steve and back. You looked at Steve, whose stare was relentless. He wanted you to tell Eddie to leave. He wanted you to get him to go so he could finish what he was doing. But you couldn’t do that. You turned and looked at Eddie, and you could see him trying to analyze the situation. When his eyes met yours again, you broke. Another sob fell from your lips.

“Eddie,” you said, his name coming out more like a plea than a statement. But that was all it took. Eddie dropped the tapes on the nearest side table, and his spine stiffened.

“Let go of her,” he said.

Steve let out something that sounded like a growl as he dipped his head.

“You need to leave. This has nothing to do with you.”

“I don’t really give a shit,” Eddie said, taking a step forward, “I said let go of her.”

Steve groaned before shoving you to the side and turning to face Eddie. Your stomach was in knots as you watched Steve step up to Eddie. You couldn’t help but think the worst. Eddie wasn’t a fighter. He didn’t do well with conflict and always ran in the opposite direction if he was ever put into a potentially dangerous situation. But not Steve. He knew how to use his hands to cause damage. You, of all people, knew that. But as you stood frozen in place, Eddie didn’t run. Instead, he shrugged and nodded at Steve.

“What’s the play, big boy?”

“Well,” Steve said, voice sounding like a thunderstorm, “I’m gonna kick your ass and then take care of my girlfriend.”

Fear was a wild thing inside of you. It was like you forgot how to move your feet. Tears just streamed down your face as you waited for Steve to throw the first punch. He was moving toward Eddie on a mission. Eddie’s eyes widened, and he looked at you quickly before setting his stare on Steve. Steve was so close to Eddie, and your hands covered your mouth, muffling the scream that was clawing its way out of you. You knew it was coming. Eddie would hit the floor unconscious, and you would be next. But when Steve got close enough, Eddie didn’t wait for him to throw the first punch. Instead, he reared back and punched Steve straight in the face. Steve stumbled back with a shout, and Eddie shook his hand out.

“You son of a bitch!” Steve shouted, then lunged at Eddie, tackling him to the floor.

You watched in horror as the two boys grappled on your living room floor. One minute Steve was dominating the fight, and then Eddie would take over. It went on like that for what felt like hours until Steve ended up on top again. Steve had blood smeared across his face. He smiled down at Eddie, and he looked malevolent. Eddie was breathing heavily, and his arms lay at his sides. He was defeated.

“Are you done?” Steve asked.

Eddie shut his eyes for a second, and you thought he had fainted. But then they shot open again, and, like lightning striking the ground, his fist came flying up, making contact with Steve’s nose. Steve veered back and fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Eddie stood up and wiped his face with the sleeve of his jacket. He moved to tower over Steve’s groaning body and nudged him with his foot. Steve rolled over to look Eddie in the eye, who pointed down at him.

“I will never let you put your hands on her again, you fucking psychopath.”

Your whole body was trembling, but you finally found the strength to walk over to the two boys. When you reached Eddie’s side, his arm immediately slid around your waist as if he had been doing that his whole life. It was natural and felt right. You leaned into his side and took a deep breath before looking down at Steve’s bloody face.

“You need to go, Steve.”

His eyes widened, and he let out a dry laugh.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your heart was like a racehorse in your chest. You knew what you wanted to say, but you were so scared. You’ve been scared for almost a year now. Eddie must have picked up on your inner turmoil because he gave your hip a light squeeze. And with that small gesture, you were grounded. You felt safe.

“I’m,” you swallowed down your fear, “I’m breaking up with you.”

The words fell out so fast you weren’t sure he understood you, but it felt good.

“We’re done. So, you need to leave.”

For a moment, Steve just stared at you from the floor, but then he pushed to his feet and, like before, you tried to step away, but Eddie’s arm kept you in place. He moved his body just slightly in front of yours, standing eye to eye with Steve.

“She said it’s over. Leave.”

The two of them stayed like that for a minute before Steve finally scoffed and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. And as soon as he was gone, you fell to the floor, all of the adrenaline and strength you had completely gone. Tears you didn’t know you still had fell down your cheeks, and you were shaking uncontrollably. Eddie dropped next to you and pulled you onto his lap. His hand rubbed up and down your back as he shushed you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you again.”

You stayed in his arms, crying, for minutes before you finally calmed down. Even after the worst of your breakdown past, you didn’t move, and neither did Eddie. Your sniffles here and there and the sound of Eddie’s calloused fingers rubbing against the soft fabric of your shirt were all that could be heard until Eddie sighed.

“How long?”

You knew this question was bound to come up eventually, but you didn’t want to tell him. Once Eddie knew that Steve had been hurting you for almost a year, he was going to break. But you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, so you nuzzled deeper into him and said, “It started a couple months into our relationship.”

You could feel Eddie tense underneath you. His hand stopped moving for a split second, and when it started up again, it was a rigid movement. You were waiting for him to say, “I told you so,” but he never did. And that was part of the reason you loved him. It didn’t matter that he was right about Steve. He would never exploit your emotions to push his narrative. His rubbing hand grew more fluid again as he relaxed a little.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid of him, Eddie.” Your throat started burning as tears began to bubble up again. You had never admitted that aloud to anyone. Not even yourself. But it was true. You were petrified of what Steve would do to you had you said something to someone. You cleared your throat.

“And I was embarrassed.”

Eddie leaned back, holding you at arm’s length so he could look at your face. He let one hand caress your swollen cheek, and his eyes softened.

“You never have to hide anything from me, Y/N.”

You just nodded before tears started to roll down your cheeks again. Eddie watched you break down for what felt like the millionth time and shook his head.

“This whole situation could’ve been avoided.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked through your hyperventilating.

Eddie ran his hand over his face, then looked at you again.

“If I had just made my move sooner, you would be with me and never would have had to deal with this.”

It took you a minute to realize what he said. He had feelings for you. He wanted to be with you. Your mouth opened and closed several times before you finally asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Eddie shrugged.

“I was afraid to lose you. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

With that little statement, Eddie had managed to start piecing together your shattered heart. He brushed the back of his forefinger over your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

“You’re the only person I can count on, the one who will always have my back, my best friend, and the girl I’ve been in love with since I met her.”

His hand fully cupped your face.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You moved your hand to cover his and leaned into his touch.

“Steve was never my first choice.”

A small smirk played on Eddie’s lips as he quirked up one of his brows.

“Who was then?”

“You, Eddie,” you said before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

It was like a million fireworks were exploding in your chest. His lips moved against yours like they were meant to be there. You never wanted to forget the way they felt against you. Eddie’s hand slid to the back of your head while his other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you just a little closer. He was so careful with you, afraid that if he moved too quickly, you would shatter. You pressed your body against him, letting the kiss wash over you in waves. And you went on like that for minutes until you pulled back, out of breath. A goofy smile overtook Eddie’s face.

“I’ve been waiting for that for a long time.”

You dropped your head and let out a little chuckle. But when you looked back at Eddie, there was a little bit of tension in his stare. He tilted his head to the side.

“Dare I say what I’m really feeling?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips.

“Hm, and what is that, Eddie the Banished?”

He leaned his forehead onto yours and whispered, “I love you.”

This time a wild grin spread across your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You could feel your face grow hot at those three words, and you bit your bottom lip before saying, “I love you too.”

Eddie pulled you back in until your lips connected once more in a sweet kiss. When Eddie broke the kiss, he stood up and offered you his hand.

“Now,” he said, “I have all night to make you feel better, starting with some super cheesy slasher film. What do you say?”

You took his hand and stood in front of him.

“I can’t imagine anything else I’d rather do.”

And with that, Eddie led you to your sofa, where the two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddled up next to one another.

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