#when he turns around he’d say there wasn’t much to do in Indiana with a shrug

[sadlittlenerdking]

yes it’s me grumbling about how we’re supposed to just accept Eliot accepting Quentin’s death when he literally threw away the safety of the entire magical world for the chance to save Quentin you think in a world where death is as impermanent as it is on the magicians that Eliot Waugh wouldnt give up his corporeal form to spend eternity in the underworld playing fucking bowling if it meant one more moment with Quentin Coldwater like really??

#the magicians #he’d make a quip about how he can suffer bowling but can’t suffer an eternity with Quentin #he’d pick up a bowling ball look at it disgust and then turn towards the lanes and throw it and get a strike #when he turns around he’d say there wasn’t much to do in Indiana with a shrug #and then he’d go to Quentin’s side and press a kiss to his temple #they’d find a way out of the underworld eventually because they’re them #but he’s accept that fate if it meant not losing Quentin #he’d dive into the underworld head first without a plan on his mind #Margo would be furious but she would figure out a way to save them both #THATS how it would go #he wouldn’t just give up #not knowing what he knows

[munsons-hellfire]

I Always Knew | Eddie Munson

SUMMARY: You fell in love with Eddie over the years. But you feared that he never felt the same way. When you finally break up with Jason and decided your ready to tell Eddie you love him. Your reality is crashed when you catch someone kissing him. Only it's not her he loves.

PAIRINGS: Eddie Munson x Reader, Jason Carver x Reader (brief mentions)

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ MDNI, NSFW, the events of season 4 don't happen (which means Hopper doesn't disappear, no one moves to Cali and reader does know about El and the Upside down), best friends to lovers, both kinda clueless about each others feelings, smut with a plot, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving), angst, fluff, a happy ending.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It was so good to get back to Stranger Things. I honestly missed writing for Eddie. I hope you enjoyed this one shot as much as I enjoyed writing it. The smut could be a little better but I don't write it as much so this is how it turned out.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

You had been friends with Eddie Munson from the moment you moved into the trailer park in Hawkins Indiana. Eddie was the first person𑁋other than your father𑁋that you left into your life after your mother. You and your father had moved back to his hometown of Hawkins just months after your mother passed away. You felt stuck, like your feet had cemented to the ground and you couldn’t move forward anymore.

Then one night when you were out stargazing to feel closer to your mother, you met Eddie Munson. From the moment he came over to talk to you, you knew one day that you’d marry him. As the two of you grew older neither of you could be separated from each other. Wayne and Bill𑁋your father𑁋couldn’t separate you two from each other. They both knew collectively from the moment that you met that one day you and Eddie would end up together.

They were shocked that neither of you had come forward and admitted your feelings for each other. But a small rift formed between your friendship when you started dating Jason Carver. You should’ve known better, but Jason had you locked under his spell and you thought it would be a way to move on from Eddie. Here you stood, Jason standing in front of you talking about the basketball game and how positive that they were going to win tonight.

But your mind constantly found its way back to Eddie, no matter how hard you tried to avoid thinking about him, you couldn’t. You especially couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d feel on top of you. About the way his cock would feel deep inside you. Just thinking about him that way made you wet between your legs.

“Are you listening to me, baby?” Jason questioned, his eyes trained on you. You were pulled out of your delicious thoughts, staring at your soon to be ex. This was your chance, you’d break up with him and then you’d finally go after Eddie hoping that it wasn’t too late.

“No, I’m not.” You whispered, then you sighed. “I can’t do this anymore Jason.” Your voice was steady as you spoke to him. You watched shock slowly morph into his features.

“What are you saying?” You pulled your eyes away from Jason looking around the hallway seeing a few people staring at you two. Almost like they were waiting for the announcement that you were breaking up with him.

A sigh rips from your throat, “What I’m saying is that I’m breaking up with you.”

A shocked noise left Jason’s mouth. “You can’t break up with me, we’re great together.” Jason said, throwing his hands in the air.

“I can and I am. I’m not meant to be with you, I’m meant to be with someone else.”

With those words you turned away from the basketball player and walked away from him as he called out your name. He didn’t however make a move to stop you. As you started on your journey to find Eddie you were stopped by Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will; all of whom were in Hellfire with Eddie. It was nice of Eddie to take the boys under his wing this year, you loved him a little more seeing the way he treated them. They had needed a good role model other than Steve after everything that had happened over the last few years.

But you could all live a normal life thanks to El defeating the Mind Flayer. You wondered where Max and El were considering that they were all inseparable. You were certain they probably weren’t far, or would be joining them soon enough.

“Is there something I can help you with?” You asked, with a raised brow.

“We heard that you finally broke up with Carver.” Dustin said, his smile taking over his face.

“Wow, that happened not even 5 minutes ago and it spread around quickly.” You pause, keeping your eyes trained on the teens. “I did. Why?” A curious expression appeared on your face as you waited for one of them to answer the question.

“Does this mean that you and Eddie are finally going to get together?” Mike asked. All four of them plus everyone else in your friend group including Steve made it very clear to you and Eddie that you both were perfect for each other. You and Eddie were two pieces to the puzzle that fit perfectly together. Never when you were together though, only if you weren’t around each other.

“You four are something, that’s for sure.” You paused, but allowed a smile to break through and plaster your face. “That being said, I was on my way to find him and talk to him. Any of you happen to know where I might find Eddie? I know I should know but I’ve been distracted as of late.”

Even though you’d asked the question, you knew exactly where Eddie would be. But you wanted to make sure just in case you were wrong. He was in the drama room most likely setting up for tonight’s session for Hellfire.

“Drama room!” They all answered excitedly.

“Great! Thank you!”

With a smile still on your lips you turned again and walked in the direction of the drama room. You were more than ready to admit your feelings to Eddie even if it meant you’d possibly ruin your friendship. You opened the door when you reached the drama room, Eddie was already setting up for tonight’s session which you were excited to see. Eddie looked up from what he was doing and smiled at you. His smile sent a warm feeling through your body.

“Hey, I thought you’d be getting ready for the basketball game.” Eddie said, as he looked back down at what he was setting up.

“Uh, actually, I thought I’d skip out tonight and watch your campaign if that’s okay.” Your voice came out soft as you talked to Eddie. But in reality you just wanted to tell him how much you loved him. How you didn’t want to be apart from him anymore. But nothing would come out, your words were lodged in your throat, they wouldn’t move forward.

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome here.”

You walked over to Eddie and sat down in one of the chairs. One by one the boys started to file into the drama room. El and Max were now with them too. Eventually the campaign started and you kept your eyes on Eddie for the most part. You were memorized by how he explained the storyline and the whole premise of the campaign. Things took a turn for the worst when someone else entered the drama room.

All eyes including yours fell onto her, she was so beautiful. You were nothing compared to her, suddenly you felt so self-conscious. You started to fidget with your fingers as you watched the blond walk up to Eddie, interrupting the session.

“Uh, don’t mind me.” She said softly, then proceeded to give Eddie a kiss to his lips, a quick peck.

But that was enough for you to feel your entire world shatter. She sat down next to him and the campaign continued. Eddie took notice of the way your posture and mood suddenly changed. He thought it was odd but shook it off. As the campaign came to a close and everyone started to pack up, you quickly said your goodbyes to everyone except Eddie and the girl that had missed him. With your back to everyone you let the tears roll down your cheeks.

You weren’t upset that you had broken up with Jason. It was better for you, but you had pushed it off too long and now because of that you were too late to get Eddie, the one you always knew you wanted. Climbing in your car you turned it on and drove out of the school parking lot as fast as you could before Eddie had a chance to catch up to you. When you made it home you climbed out of your car and headed towards your trailer. Your dad was outside, a soft warm smile on his face.

“Hi, darling. How was the basketball game?” He asked, curiously.

“I didn’t go. I broke up with Jason because I realized that I’m in love with Eddie. But now I can’t have him because he’s dating someone else.”

You walked up the steps as you answered your father. The door closed behind you as you stepped into the trailer and headed straight for your room. Bill could hear the sadness in your voice. It broke his heart to see you like this. Once you were inside your room you locked the door, collapsed on your bed and let the rest of the tears out.

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Days had passed since you broke up with Jason, you’d also managed to avoid Eddie as well. It even included not going to school for those few days. Each day Eddie stopped by your home after school to talk to you, but you weren’t in the right space to talk to him. Your father would send him away saying that you hadn’t been feeling well. But your dad wasn’t home right now and Eddie needed to see you.

He needed to understand why you wouldn’t talk to him. You were curled into your side, your blanket was wrapped around your entire body and you had a horror movie on. You’d normally watch them with Eddie, but you had it on more so for background noise. The sound was up just enough for you to not hear Eddie enter your trailer.

Your eyes were closed and your cheeks were wet with tears. No matter how hard you had tried to stop crying you just couldn’t stop. It hurt too much. Eddie came up to your cracked door and knocked on it softly.

“It’s me, princess.” Eddie called out, voice soft and sweet as you remembered.

“Go away.”

Your voice was hoarse and low. You gripped your blanket tighter. Eddie ignored you, opening the bedroom door and walking in. He closed it behind him, then Eddie pulled his shoes off and climbed into your bed. You felt the dip of your bed and tried to move away. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

You were desperate to get away from him. The position that you were currently in wasn’t working for either of you. So Eddie lifted you up and turned your body so your back was on your bed. The metalhead pushed himself in between your legs, and you felt yourself stop breathing for a brief moment. Eddie held your hands above your head, suddenly everything was different.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Eddie questioned, a stern look on his face. You looked up at him finally, his brown eyes staring back at you. But there was something different, his eyes were covered in lust.

“I’m not ignoring you. Let go of me Eddie.” You mumbled looking away from him. Eddie removed a hand from your hands, he reached out and grabbed a hold of your jaw turning it back so he could see your eyes.

“Yes. You. Are.” He paused, eyes skimming down your body before moving back up and resting on your eyes. “I want to know why.”

“Because.” You spoke, your bottom lip trembling as you fought back to hold the tears in. You didn’t need to cry in front of him, not like this.

“Because why?” Eddie pressed.

“I broke up with Jason, because I…” You paused, it was now or never.

“You what?” Eddie let go of your hands and pulled away from your body, he leaned down on his knees but continued to stare at you. You suddenly missed his warmth.

“I broke up with him, I couldn’t bear the thought of being with someone who I didn’t love. Not when the person I love is you. And I wanted to tell you, I did, really. But the words got stuck in my throat and then she came in and kissed you and I knew… I knew that I had missed my time.” You pulled yourself up and moved back towards your headboard, then proceeded to wrap your arms around your legs when you pulled them to your chest.

“That’s why you’ve been ignoring me?” Eddie asked as he paused, running a hand down his face. “Look, she was nothing. I told her she could come watch the campaign session, but I swear I hadn’t planned for her to kiss me, okay. That was the last thing I wanted to happen.” Eddie adjusted himself, coming up next to you and wrapping an arm around you. “I always knew, you know. I always knew that I loved you, and deep down I think I always knew that you loved me too. But I didn’t want to ruin what we had over my feelings. I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

“Oh, Ed.” You stared up at him, his brown eyes glazing over you. Before you could stop yourself you had your lips on Eddie’s and were kissing him with all the passion you had inside you. When you finally pull back from the heated kiss, you just stare at him. “You could never lose me.”

Eddie closed the space between you, his lips found purchase on yours again. His ringed fingers tangled into your hair, palms resting gently against your cheeks as he continued to kiss you. Eddie helped lower you down on the bed, until he was back between your legs. Your hands tangled into his long brown curly locks as he removed his lips from yours and placed them on your neck. He smirked when a soft moan escaped your lips.

The moan encouraged him to suck your skin in between his lips while his hand wandered down your chest. Finally his hand rested on your breasts, squeezing one before moving to the other. He could feel your nipples grow taut after he touched them. Eddie let off of your skin, pulling back from your body slightly. He looked down at your net to see a bruise forming where he had pulled at the skin. His smirk grew bigger as he stared down at your already blissed out face.

“Is this real?” You asked softly.

“It’s real, baby. Lean up.” Eddie said. You listened to his order and leaned yourself up from the bed slightly. “Good girl.” The words were smooth when they left his mouth, you felt yourself clenching your thighs together as Eddie leaned closer and reached for the bottom of your shirt. He grasped the shirt and started to lift it up your body.

Once the shirt was removed from your body you were left in only your bra, and shorts. Your hair fell back down landing on your chest. He threw your shirt onto the floor then reached forward again. His hands rested on your waist and slid up your back. His fingers unclasped your bra and pulled it off your shoulders. Finally he threw it to the floor and gently pushed you back down towards the mattress.

Eddie leaned down and placed kisses on your chest, slowly moving down. You gasped quietly when Eddie took a nipple into his mouth and started to flick his tongue around it. You closed your eyes, happy with just feeling him on you. Eddie pulled his lips from your nipple and moved to the other repeating the same thing. With his free hand he pinched your other nipple between his index finger and thumb.

Another moan slipped past your lips. He smirked at you, pulling away from your breasts and moving down your body. Eddie left a trail of kisses down your stomach until he reached your pussy. Eddie placed his lips on each thigh, avoiding the one spot you needed him most right now.

“Eddie.” You moaned out, lust filled eyes on him. He looked amazingly handsome between your thighs and you couldn’t help the smile that managed to cover your face. “Please.” You added, your voice barely above a whisper.

“So needy, princess.” Eddie whispered, his hot breath hitting your pussy.

He stuck his tongue out in front of your already wet cunt, then you felt his tongue on you. He licked a strip, moving from the bottom all the way to your clit. He sucked your clit into his mouth liking side to side. Gently he lifted a finger to your entrance and pushed a finger in. You tightened around his finger, a groan left Eddie’s lips causing a shutter to run through your body.

The slurping sound from his tongue ran through your ears, another moan left your lips when Eddie added another finger and curled them inside you hitting that sweet spot. You felt your orgasm inching closer with each lick of his tongue on your clit. You threw your head back, hitting your pillows. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth gaped open, your orgasm was so close.

“Eddie, please.” You moaned.

Eddie tugs at your clit, and curls his fingers inside again. When Eddie did that you felt yourself tighten around his fingers. Then he started to pick his pace up, pulling his fingers out only to shove them back inside of you.

“That’s it princess, cum on my fingers.” He whispered.

He stuck his tongue out again softly licking your clit. You shuttered, as you came on his fingers. Your moans echoed around the room as the remnants of your orgasm hit you. Eddie rested his head on your thigh, pulling his fingers from your entrance. You watched with blissed out eyes as he sucked your juices off his digits.

“You taste so divine, princess.” A smile fell onto your lips. Eddie pulls himself away from you, he climbs off the bed and proceeds to remove his clothes one by one. Eddie tugs his boxers off, his cock springs free hitting his stomach, pre-cum drips from the tip. He climbs back onto the bed and hoovers over top of you.

You pull your hand to your mouth and spit on it. Then you reach out and grab a hold of his cock and begin to stroke it. A moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your hand on him. He rests his head against yours. He pushes your hand off his cock and grips it, then you feel him tapping his cock against your clit. A strangled moan leaves your swollen lips.

Eddie smirks, he pulls back, placing his cock at your entrance. You watch as he pushes his cock inside of you. Eddie moans as you grip him tightly. Another moan leaves you, Eddie pushes all the way inside and settles there allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to feel this close to you.” Eddie whispered.

“Please move.” You stared up at Eddie’s brown eyes. You’d waited long enough too and you needed him to move. He could see the pleading look that covered your face. Eddie pulled back just until the tip of his cock was the only thing that remained inside you. Then he pushed forward slamming back into you. Both of you moaned out in pleasure.

You could feel yourself tighten around Eddie’s cock as he continued the pace he was going. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the bedroom. Another moan fell from your lips, Eddie leaned forward and kissed them swallowing your moan. Eddie moves his fingers down to your clit and starts circling the bud. He pulls another moan from your lips, it echoes in the room when he pulls away to kiss your neck.

Your orgasm was getting closer. Eddie’s hips slammed into yours. Continuous moans left both your mouths as both of you inched closer towards your impending orgasm. Eddie could feel you getting closer. A smile brightened on his face. You placed a hand down on your bed and gripped the sheets tightly, arching your back.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You moaned.

“Are you close?” He whispered breathlessly.

“So close.” You mumbled. Eddie kept his finger on your clit rubbing in fast tight circles. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“You gonna cum all over my cock, princess?” You could only nod your head, words weren’t forming on your tongue. “I want to feel you cum.”

“Eddie.” Another whimpered moan left your lips after breathing his name. He felt his orgasm getting closer, but he wanted to feel you cum around his cock first.

“Cum on my cock.”

 You obeyed Eddie, a moan falling from your lips. Eddie felt you squeezing him, he went to pull out, however you gripped onto his arms.

“No. Inside.” The words left your mouth and you watched through dazed eyes as Eddie complied and kept himself inside you. He slammed his hips into you a final time cum releasing inside you. Eddie slowed his rhythm down more until his hips stilled. He stared down at you with bright brown eyes. Lust filled eyes, but still bright.

Slowly Eddie removed himself from you, pulling back and climbing off the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, no thoughts in your mind just the blissful aftermath of your post orgasm. When Eddie returned you gasped feeling something could touch your cunt.

“Just cleaning you up, princess.” Eddie threw the cloth in your close basket. He climbed back into the bed and pulled you onto his chest.

“So, what does this mean now?” You asked, finally breaking the silence after the two of you had settled down into the bed.

“It means your mine.” Eddie whispered, placing a soft kiss on your head.

You tilted your head towards him with a smile so bright Eddie always wanted to see it. “I think I can live with that.” You leaned up to him and kissed his lips passionately.

“Good.” You laid your head down on his chest and fell asleep, at some point he had pulled his boxers on and his shirt. And you had your shirt and underwear back on. Finally he fell asleep holding you. An hour later your dad came in calling for you, when he opened the door he stared at you resting in Eddie’s arms. They were wrapped around your waist tightly.

“It’s about damn time.” He whispered, closing the door and walking back down the hallway.

#reader insert #x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers #jason carver

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

A lil unedited snippet of a long ass modern au I’ve been working on (it’s already at 40K and I’m not even halfway through) about OnlyFans Creator Steve and YouTube/TikTok Influencer Billy! NSFW of course 😘

Warnings: mentions of porn, Steve still in Straight Boy Steve mode, masturbation

“Shit,” Billy exhaled, eyes wide as he turned that over in his head. “That’s a lot of money for one video.”

“Right?” Steve looked at his phone, cringing at the thought of turning that kind of money down for a single custom request. “Oh well, I’m not gay anyways.”

“You’re telling me you couldn’t just stick it in a hole and think of Indiana for that much money?” Billy asked, tone incredulous.

Steve’s chuckles turned into full blown laughter when they made eye contact which set Billy off too. Kicking his legs out from under himself and planting them on the table next to Billy’s, Steve continued to stare at the amount in wonder.

It wasn’t just a regular custom request either. She was offering $1,111 for a first watch. She was saying he could send it out to the masses after a week. He’d had several requests for it since the first pictures of him and Billy hanging out had gone viral. He couldn’t imagine what he’d make after the $1,111.

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged, turning his phone screen off as he settled in to continue watching the YouTube video still playing. “I guess, but it’s not like it matters anyways, you’ve got your reputation to worry about.”

“I didn’t want one to begin with,” Billy dismissed easily. “I have to hustle so fucking hard to find a sponsor to make, like, half of what you do on your weekly videos, much less getting $1,111 for one view! Now you’re telling me I could make just as much for getting fucked by your big ass cock? It’s unfair, I picked the wrong career to float me through college.”

“So you’d be into it?” Steve was very confused.

Was Billy suggesting that they actually give it a shot or just complaining to complain?

“I don’t know, maybe. Can you even get off with a dude?” Billy asked, shutting his MacBook and tossing it to the end of the couch.

“I mean,” Steve dragged out as he thought about it.

It was just like getting off with a girl, right?

“It can’t be that hard,” Steve decided, eyeing Billy contemplatively.

Billy gaped at him for a few beats before rolling his eyes and scoffing. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his attention to the YouTube video still playing in the background. Steve burned at being dismissed so easily.

“Fine,” Steve declared, grabbing Billy’s phone and shoving it as his chest. “Let’s watch some gay porn and I’ll see if I can get off to it.”

“You can’t be serious, Steve,” Billy frowned at him, clutching his phone to his chest.

“Deadly,” Steve said, staring Billy down, refusing to give up.

Groaning like Steve was asking him to single handedly fix the climate crisis, Billy pulled up Safari and AirPlayed it to the TV. Steve turned around to watch him type PornHub into the browser.

“PornHub?” Steve cried, scandalized that Billy would even dare.

“I don’t have an OnlyFans account and you can get whole videos for free on PornHub,” Billy argued as he started scrolling through videos.

Steve was appalled. Personally offended.

“Creators only make penny’s per view on here, Billy,” Steve protested as Billy clicked on a video.

Rolling his eyes, Billy skipped the lewd ad and tossed his phone back onto the couch and settled in as the video started on the TV.

There was some horrible acting revolving around being in the locker room after practice for some undetermined sport. Steve didn’t miss the obvious parallels and bumped his shoulder into Billy’s when he saw him smirk out of the corner of his eye.

“You don’t have to deal with sad attempts at acting like this on OnlyFans,” Steve sniffed as the two actors flirted terribly.

“Shut up and watch the porn, you asshole,” Billy chuckled.

Sighing, Steve gave the video his full attention. The two guys were objectively attractive. He didn’t really feel one way or another as he watched them kiss and start undressing though.

He settled back into the couch, watching the two guys rub at each other through their briefs. Steve let his mind wander, already bored with the video. Could he fuck a guy for money?

He’d talked a big game a few minutes earlier, but he wasn’t so sure. Steve had never been attracted to a guy in his entire 21 years of life. Had never even thought about kissing a dude or thought twice about a man.

That was a lie. He’d thought twice about Billy a lot in high school. Only because Billy was constantly in his face and on his ass though. He’d become a bit consumed by his frustration with Billy for a little while there. Nothing gay though.

One of the guys dropped to the floor and immediately throated the other dude. It was kind of impressive. Steve vaguely wondered if Billy could do that. The noises coming from the TV were obscene and it had low level arousal crackling in Steve’s gut, but not enough to make him hard.

Steve’s attention was stolen back by the TV as one of the guys started eating the other’s ass. It was cool to know that ass eating was so universal, not bound by any one sexuality. He wondered how different eating a dude's ass was compared to doing it to a woman.

He considered asking Billy, but they were already watching porn together, he didn’t want to make it even more weird. Billy had mentioned Steve doing the fucking, he wondered if Billy would want to do it that way or if he’d want to fuck Steve. Steve wasn’t so sure if he’d be into that.

Billy shifted next to him, his bicep bumping against Steve’s. He tried to imagine eating Billy’s ass. It would probably be pretty hot, if Billy was a chick he’d have Steve’s dream ass for a partner.

Steve’s dick twitched at the sounds of moaning and focused on the screen again. One of the men was pouring lube along the other’s crack and pushing it in with his fingers. Steve considered touching himself just a little bit to see if that was enough to get him hard in combination with the foreplay happening on the TV.

It shouldn’t be too weird. They’d started the video with the intention of Steve seeing if he could get off to it. Steve gave in and slid his hand into his sweats to rub at himself through his boxer-briefs just as the guy on screen sunk into the other man.

Billy sucked in a sharp breath next to him and Steve felt himself start to chub up. Maybe he’d just been expecting too much, too early. Waiting till the actual fucking started must be the trick.

Rubbing at himself a little more insistently, Steve caught a whiff of Billy’s cologne as he crossed his arms, elbow bumping into Steve’s arm. Steve felt himself fill out further, his blood tingling with the electricity of arousal as he watched the two men on screen start going at it.

Humming as his cock reached full hardness, Steve pulled his hand out of his sweats, licked his palm and shoved it into his underwear to wrap his hand around himself.

“Christ,” Billy breathed, shifting around again.

Steve wanted to make a joke about how Billy had agreed to this exact thing happening, but he didn’t want to make it awkward. He decided to keep his mouth shut and start jerking himself off lazily as he tried to refocus on the screen.

On the TV, the two dudes were fucking rough and hard, both moaning loud and obnoxious. The dramatics were a bit of a turn off, but Steve was determined to make his point. He tried to let himself just get absorbed in the mechanics of two bodies engaging in sex.

He didn’t think it would work if Billy sounded like that. He rubbed his thumb under the head of his dick, biting his lip as he tried not to lose his hard on. Billy’s foot started bouncing on the edge of the coffee table, shaking Steve’s leg in the process.

Steve felt a fat drop of precum blurt out of his cock. He started working his hand a little faster as the men on screen switched positions, from doggy to missionary. Maybe Steve was lame, but he fucking loved missionary.

He moaned under his breath a little bit as more precum started leaking out of the head of his dick, making the slide a little easier. Billy let out a sharp breath, shifting on the couch a little more aggressively.

Steve glanced over to see Billy flushing, arms still crossed over his chest. Letting his gaze drop to Billy’s lap, Steve could see that Billy’s dick was hard as a rock in his sweats. Before he could think twice, Steve was running his mouth.

“It’s cool if you get off too,” Steve whispered, eyes locked on Billy’s now burning red face. “Kinda the point if we’re actually gonna make the video.”

With a huff, Billy dropped his arms, letting a hand settle against the outline of his dick. When he started rubbing at it gently, Steve turned his attention back to the screen. The moans still sounded so fake and it was hot to watch people get off but the performance of it all was settling wrong in Steve’s gut.

He shoved his sweats and boxer briefs down to free his cock, hoping that eliminating the restriction of movements might help. Billy gasped quietly next to him, breath warm on Steve’s shoulder and Steve’s dick twitched in his hand. Steve turned to look at Billy, eyes sticking on the movement of Billy’s hand in his sweats.

The soft, breathy, little groans Billy was letting out were so much better than the obnoxious noises coming from the TV. Steve knew he liked his porn more authentic though so it wasn’t too much of a surprise to him.

He briefly wondered what Billy looked like hard. Steve had seen him soft in the showers after basketball more times than he could count. That thought sent Steve into a tailspin wondering how Billy had never gotten hard in the locker room.

Maybe he’d never been attracted to anyone on the team. Which had Steve wondering what Billy’s type was. Would Billy be able to get off with Steve? He had to know.

“Wanna see it,” Steve murmured, looking up at Billy’s face when blue eyes snapped to meet his.

Billy stared him down for a moment, chewing on his bottom before finally pulling his cock out. Steve let his eyes drop to Billy’s dick, curious. He wasn’t as long as Steve but he was a little bit thicker.

Groaning, Steve started fisting his cock a little harder. Yeah, he could do this. They both watched each other work their hands over their dicks for several beats. Billy moaned as he thumbed over the head of his cock.

Steve licked his lips as he leaned forward a little bit to get a better look at the precum leaking out of Billy’s dick. Aesthetically speaking, Billy’s cock looked great in his fist. Steve wondered if he would need to suck Billy’s dick if they filmed together.

He got stuck on thinking about what cum might taste like. Some women acted like it tasted like a five star meal while others acted like they were drinking battery acid. Steve was curious which one it actually was.

Letting his eyes drift up to Billy’s face to check in on how he was faring, Steve lost himself for a moment as his gaze locked with Billy’s intense fiery blue eyes. Steve’s cock twitched in his hand as Billy licked his lips in his peripheral.

Billy had such girly lips. Steve wondered if they were as soft as a chick’s. He’d have to find out if they were gonna film together.

“Lemme just,” Steve whispered as he reached his free hand out to bury in Billy’s curls.

Billy nodded, gaze dropping to Steve’s lips, as he let Steve pull him forward and smash their lips together. Grunting and tilting his head, Billy swiped his tongue over Steve’s lips. Without a second thought, he parted his lips and moaned as Billy licked into his mouth.

Twisting his hand around his dick just a little bit faster, Steve fell into the kiss. He liked kissing. Billy was actually a really good kisser.

Steve was so distracted by the kiss he couldn’t even hear the sounds coming from the TV anymore and he was grateful.

The wet smack of their lips, Billy’s breathy groans, the slick sound of their hands on their cocks, Steve’s own pleased noises getting lost in Billy’s mouth. It all sounded so much better than what was on screen and it had electricity crackling through Steve’s veins as he hurtled closer and closer to an orgasm.

Billy pulled away, gasping for air before he dove back in. He buried a hand in Steve’s hair and tugged roughly. He angled Steve’s head until the kiss was even more wet and deep, even more perfect. Steve whined as his impending orgasm tingled low in his gut.

It was when Billy started sucking on his tongue that Steve felt lightning bolt up his spine and through his finger tips. He froze as his orgasm sparked through him, whining into Billy’s mouth as his cum spilled wildly over his own fist.

Billy ripped away from Steve, his gaze dropping to Steve’s dick as Steve fisted the last of his cum out. Shuddering as he made a concerned choking noise, Billy’s hand sped up on his own cock as he started to shoot up onto his bare chest. Steve watched, fascinated as Billy trembled silently through his orgasm.

They both collapsed into the couch, panting, dicks still out. Steve grinned to himself as he realized he’d won. He’d actually done it even though Billy implied he couldn’t. It’d been a pretty good orgasm too.

“Told you so,” Steve gasped out, turning his pleased smile on Billy.

Billy just looked at him like he’d lost his damn mind, chest still rising and falling rapidly.

“So are you in or are you in?” Steve asked, wiping his hand on his already soiled t-shirt.

“Guess I’m in,” Billy agreed, although he looked as if he felt shocked by his own words.

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #harringrove fanfic #harringrovefic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fanfiction #steve x billy #onlyfans steve #influencer billy #oopsiewrites

[mrvlbimbo]

LOL this is the last time I’m gonna request but u have to do one where it’s Eddie x bimbo reader and she’s in a tiny dress at one of his concerts and he’s trying to keep her warm like hugging her and kissing her lmao I just want it to be fluffy lmao

Idk which other requests are yours but can I just say I love love love this one!!!

I can just imagine he’s the next band performing but he won’t leave her side bc she’s shivering like crazy.

Somehow he’s got her positioned inside of his jacket. Luckily she’s wearing heels so her head pops out of the top, otherwise she’d be smushed against his chest.

His (somehow still warm) hands are reaching down to grip her upper thighs, keeping cold air from hitting the sensitive skin.

She’s whining and shivering. Her arms are wrapped around her waist and her nails are clasping the fabric at the back of his shirt.

Maybe having his barely dressed girlfriend pressed against him in every way possible right before his show wasn’t a good idea, but she was cold and he’d be damned if he let that happen.

Her hard (and pierced!) nipples are brushing against his chest, turning him on tremendously. Although the fact that she’s uncomfortably cold turns him off just as much.

“Edddiee baby. I’m coldddd,” she whines, face burrowing in his neck. Her cold nose finding solace in his warm skin.

“I know. I know.” Most people would probably tell her it was her fault for not dressing better for the weather. He wasn’t one of those people “we gotta get you some cute winter clothes so this doesn’t happen again, ok?” She nodded, humming in contentment when he gives her a little kiss on the forehead.

At that very moment, he had his band members running all over town to try and find her a pink winter coat.

The conversation was as follows,

“Why does it have to be pink?”

“Pink is her favorite color.”

“Yeah but it’s gonna take forever to find a pink jacket.”

“I don’t care. Get her a pink one.”

His band member was now returning, pink puffer coat in tow. Eddie carefully eased her away from him, unzipping his jacket and slipping it over her shoulders fully.

Then he put her new jacket on top of it, hopefully ensuring she was nice and toasty while he played.

He hated to leave her like this, shivering and crying, alone in the cold. “It’s ok baby. I’m gonna be right back.” He wiped the tears from her face, slipping a matching pair of pink earmuffs over her head. (Courtesy of his drummer driving halfway across Indiana)

Eddie Munson masterlist

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[piratefishmama]

79 for the dialogue prompt (bonus if this is asked to Kas!Eddie /j (just kidding, do what you will with this 😭))

Writing Prompts | No longer accepting new prompts

“Are you back for good?”

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“Are you back for good?” Eddie turned to cast his ashen-brown eyes toward the man behind him, so much he wanted to say. So much he’d wanted to do. All of it seemingly impossible now, even after they’d won. He’d never have a normal life, he’d always need something that he couldn’t expect the people around him to want to give him, an ask far too big for the people who’d known him a mere fraction of his life.

“I think not, Steve.” Eddie’s answer coming with a deep sigh of resignation. “I don’t belong here.” Where did he belong now though? Sure he was warm, and his injuries had already closed leaving angry scarring behind, but he’d died. He’d died and things simply weren’t the same anymore.

He wasn’t himself anymore. Didn’t feel like himself. The devil may care attitude was gone, his goofy self… it didn’t exist anymore, it couldn’t exist anymore. He’d seen too much, experienced too much, been through too much. He couldn’t look in a mirror and recognise himself anymore, things had changed too much.

“And where exactly do you think you belong, Munson? If not here.” Steve wasn’t moving, just leaning against the island in his kitchen, expression unreadable, his heart rate steady.

“You think I have an answer for that? You know what I look like. Where the fuck on Earth would I fit in now?” He lifted a hand just to look at it, once fingers tipped with fingernails he’d habitually bitten down to the quick, were now tipped with claws capable of carving flesh from bone. If he looked in a mirror he’d find his complexion paler than before, the network of veins that ran beneath his skin a darker blue than ever before, if he opened his mouth his canines were sharp, incisors too, sharp enough to pierce through layers of skin, of muscle to tear it away and feast. “I was already an outcast, I was already the freak, the monster, now I look the part do you think they’ll ever leave me alone?”

Whatever Creel had done to him, whatever the bats had done to him in the Upside Down during his time there, the only thing left of him was a vague shape of what he used to be, as if he were a doppelganger created by an evil witch who wasn’t completely certain of what he ought to look like.

The essentials were there… but nothing else.

“Eddie, you still fit in here.”

“I think the closest to here I fit, is the creepy upside-down version of here, and I can’t even get back there.” El had sealed it off after eviscerating everything that could possibly want to reach Earth. It still existed, couldn’t just destroy an entire dimension, especially one so closely linked to theirs, it’d probably destabilize the whole thing and tear their dimension apart with it.

A coin had two sides, one couldn’t exist without the other.

“You think you belong there, on your own?”

“I dunno, Steve… Maybe I could make it better… Maybe it was only bad because of Vecna and the Flayer. Maybe… maybe I could do something good for once, help the things there to grow and be better. I’ll never fit in here, Steve, I never did before, and now… I mean… look at me, how can I have a life, looking like this?” He couldn’t go back to school, there’d be no chance of him ever getting a job, and forget dating, not that he had much luck with that anyway. “School? Not a chance, a job? Hah, sure… a personal life?” Gay man in rural ‘God fearin’ Indiana? Pfft. He’d already been struggling and now he was basically a blood sucking undead freak, so. That was just extra. Eddie’s shoulders slumped in resignation, eyes downturned to the floor “I should have never stayed on this side of the gate when she closed it.”

Steve’s arms dropped, he took a step closer as if to reach out to comfort him “Eddie…” he only hesitated when Eddie looked back at him

Even his eyes had changed. No longer the chocolate brown they’d once been, it was as though the ashy spores of the upside down had faded the richness of the colour away leaving a pale, ashy excuse in its place.

“No, I shouldn’t have, I should have just ditched with the bats when I had the chance, followed them when they told me to, when they warned me it’d be the last chance I’d get to go with them, I shouldn’t be here. I helped you win, I broke free of his control to help out, but that should have been the end of my involvement, I shouldn’t have stayed.”

“Then why did you? What made you stay, if you were so sure that you shouldn’t have, hm?”

“…Do you know what snapped me out of it, Steve?” Eddie had already lost a lot. He’d lost his life, he’d lost his humanity, he’d lost everything he was and everything he could have been, all because he’d wanted just a little extra cash for a concert that he’d wound up missing anyway. He couldn’t even go home. Had been living in one of the broken houses around the worst of the quake areas, squatting. He couldn’t go back to his uncle. Couldn’t do that to him. To Wayne, he was dead. He’d stay that way. “What snapped me out of his control? Do you know what did it?”

They hadn’t had music, there was nothing left of Eddie’s collection in the broken trailer that made up one of the points to the world’s worst X marks the spot, nothing left of his tapes, not that they’d have known to get some, they hadn’t known he’d be there. It wasn’t music that’d snapped him out of it, Eddie just… came back to them. Nobody knew why, but he had. One minute his gaze was empty, void of anything, just a puppet on strings for a master to control.

The next he was tearing Vecna’s arm clean from his shoulder and swiping an eye from its socket with such animalistic ferocity it’d stopped them all dead for fear of what he’d do next, for fear that he’d turn on them. He hadn’t. Vecna managed to send him flying through the pain, sending him crashing through rocks that hadn’t kept him down for very long. “We never figured that out… one minute you weren’t there, the next you were.”

“It was you.” Steve’s eyes widened a fraction, before his brows furrowed in confusion “your voice, Steve… I could hear you, telling Dustin that it wasn’t me, to stay back, to stay strong, yelling at Robin to get back behind the rocks, at Nancy to keep steady as she wavered, I could hear you so clearly over it all… everything else sounded like it was underwater, muddied, and dulled but you… It was like you were standing right next to me.” His favourite music, Steve. Just Steve, the way he talked, his voice, the sound of it… could have played him a thousand Metallica songs it wouldn’t have mattered. It had to be Steve. “Wish I’d been braver before all… this… brave enough to do more than tease and joke” he lifted his hand again to take in the clawed fingers he now had, missing how Steve moved closer, emboldened by Eddie’s words. “You made me stay… a stupid crush I should have gotten over years ago cause I know you’d never reciprocate, I know that, but I still stayed because I’m so fucking stu-mmpff—” Eddie’s back hit the wall closest to him, experienced and confident lips claiming his, silencing the rambling rant that’d rapidly begun spiralling, that rant dissolving into a softly whimpered moan muffled against Steve’s lips, so unfitting for such an intimidating creature.

Yet it fit Eddie Munson perfectly.

“Stay” Steve didn’t even try and pose the word as a question, it was an instruction, a demand, an order murmured against the plushest of inexperienced lips, and Eddie all but melted into it. Melted into him and chased him needy and wanting when Steve eased back, beautiful hazel eyes searching ashen brown with hope and want. “Stay for me… stay with me, just stay… please…”

“…Kiss me again and I’ll think about it.” Never should anyone claim Eddie Munson was not a gifted at bargaining.

“Deal.”

Maybe, he figured the morning after when he awoke to the most gloriously beautiful sight he’d ever laid his eyes upon, his muscles pleasantly aching, all wrapped up in the warm, strong embrace of that beautiful sight, Steve Harrington, a wealth of possibilities for a future with something in it other than pain now suddenly open to him, to them, a future to be shared instead of lived alone, maybe… just maybe, he could be back for good.

Maybe sticking around wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#Steddie #PirateWrites #prompt meme #i did what i could!! #Kas!Eddie #SORT OF

[sad-brunnettee]

Troublemaker

Billy Hargrove x reader

Being Tommy’s smart sister

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Contrary to popular belief, Billy wasn’t one to have many friends. Not here in Indiana at least, he has only been able to get acquainted with a few classmates. That includes Tommy and his girlfriend, Carol. He only sticks with them because of the alcohol they offer him. As well as the reputation he has gained.

That’s why he is sitting on a chair that is in Tommy’s room while sipping on a beer. The other two are sitting on Tommy’s bed arguing over where to go. But Billy couldn’t care any less, his family was out for vacation. All he wants is to not spend these next few days alone.

“We could go over to Christina’s party for a while, I heard her family has a secluded cabin near the woods.”

Now this got Billy’s attention, the thought of being somewhere far away from adults made him happy. He could drink, smoke, fight and do drugs with no fear.

“What do you think Hargrove?” Tommy’s obnoxious voice made him narrow his eyes at him. It didn’t seem to faze him, that or he was too much of an idiot to notice.

“That works for me, when do we leave?”

Tommy and Carol stood up from their positions and put on their shoes. “Right now, we have to buy some beer in order to not pay her stupid entrance fee.”

As they left Tommy’s room, Billy was surprised as to how quiet his household was. His parents don’t seem to care too much about him, might be the reason why he’s an asshole. In some way Billy could see himself in Tommy but just at the thought of it, it made him want to gag.

“Hey babe do you know where I left my keys.” Tommy asked as he patted the pockets of his jeans in hope of finding them there.

“Tommy I’m not your goddam babysitter, I don’t know where you leave your shit.” Carol rolled her eyes but nonetheless started to look around.

Billy was starting to loose his patience and was debating on whether to leave them here on their own or help them. Taking a deep breath he chose on helping them, he didn’t have his car. Even if he did, he didn’t know where to head for the party.

He turned towards a small table near the door that was filled with papers and framed pictures. As he moved them with one hand, there was a picture that caught his attention. It showed a girl about the same age as Tommy with a bright smile that made her freckles stand out. She was beautiful and Billy felt the way his breath was caught in his throat.

“Tommy, who is this?”

Tommy couldn’t help but groan as he realized who Billy was talking about.

“That’s my sister, y/n. She thinks she’s the shit just because she’s smart and goes to Park Tudor School.”

Without saying anything else he left to continue his search.

“Where are you off to Tommy Tom?” A voice was heard behind them which caused all movements to stop. Billy’s heart rate increased and he felt his palms sweat. He was standing in front of you and he thought you were more beautiful than what the picture showed.

“Fuck off, I’m looking for my keys.” Tommy used the same tone Billy used on Max. Yet he felt like punching Tommy for that.

“Oh, you mean these.” With a smooth movement you pulled out his keys from behind your hand. Raising your hand to wave them in front of Tommy in a taunting matter.

Just as Tommy was about to snatch them from your hand you pulled them once more behind your back. Giving him a smirk you took a step back, making it harder for him to get his keys.

“I’ll give them to you, on one condition.”

Huffing, he crossed his arms “which is?”

“You take me with you.”

Tommy couldn’t help but scoff at you, he wasn’t sure why you would want to go with them. Until he realized the power Billy had over girls. Sure it was gross for him to even think of Billy getting in your pants but if that’s what it will take for you to give him the keys. He’d hand you over to him like a sacrifice.

“Why? You want to impress Billy here?” He asked as he stretched his arm and pointed towards Billy. If you were being honest, you hadn’t gotten a good look at him but now that he was in your view. There was something that caught your attention and you just wanted to get close to him.

“He’s good looking but no, I just genuinely want to spend some time with my sweet brother. Is that too much to ask?” You gave him your best sweet voice that does nothing but anger him more.

“Look idiot-”

You gasped dramatically and lifted a hand to cover your mouth. You have heard him call you worse things but you wanted to have fun messing with him.

“Daddy! Tommy’s being mean to me.” You screamed as you faced upstairs. Looking back at Tommy he looked like he was about to shit himself. His parents always let him get away with anything but as soon as he disrespects his sister all hell breaks loose.

Heavy footsteps were heard coming down the stairs and you heard Carol mutter a small ‘shit’ while turning away. Billy was confused as to why Tommy could be scared of his dad, he has never heard him complain about him.

Finally his dad came to view, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes never left Tommy’s face. As much as wanted to put a brave face he felt small compared to him. Their height difference had that affect.

“Why are you being rude to your sister?” A protective arm was wrapped around your shoulder. It was then that Billy noticed your height, your head barely reached your dads shoulder. He wondered how tall he is compared to you.

“I wasn’t, we were looking for my keys and she started to bother us.”

“Is this true y/n?” Your father asked as he looked down at you.

“No, I came here to give him his keys and when I asked if I could go with them he said no. And called me an idiot.”

Billy had to admit that if anyone else acted the way you did he would have to control his anger. Yet it showed how cunning you are, it was driving him crazy.

“You’ll take her with you, hopefully some of her smartness will rub off on you.”

“Thanks dad, I’ll see you later.” You turned to face him again with that smile that helps you get your way.

As your dad walked back up the stairs, you turned to Tommy and threw him the keys before walking out the door. The first one to follow after you was none other than Billy who was practicing his charm in his head. Wishing to whisk you away.

He stopped in his tracks as you kept on walking away from Tommy’s car. Tommy and Carol also took notice of this, even if they were confused they didn’t say anything. That was until they saw someone with a motorcycle standing a few feet in front of you.

“Y/n, you missed the car dipshit.” Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he cared for you. In his own weird way.

“I’m not going with you guys” you looked over your shoulder to give them a nasty glare.

“Where does she think she’s going?” Carol asked as if anyone knew the answer.

They all felt their stomach drop as you gave the guy in the motorcycle a kiss before putting on the spare helmet. As you climbed on the motorcycle, you wrapped your arms around the waist of the stranger in front of you.

With a roar the motorcycle came to life as the both of you took off. They all watched as you left without looking back.

“Your dad’s going to kill you Tom.” Carol was the first one to speak.

“Fuck it, she’s no longer my responsibility.”

As they drove to the party, Billy couldn’t help but curse himself for not knowing about you before that other idiot. Now he had to form a plan to get to know you.

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[tayrcse]

‘tis the damn season

✎ summary: You’re back in Hawkins, Indiana for the first time since leaving for college. It’s the first time you’ll have to face the boyfriend you left behind. Will you fall back in with him? And will you be able to leave him again?

✎ warnings: angst, light smut

✎ characters: Steve Harrington

✎ word count: 1,139

If I wanted to know who you were hanging out with

While I was gone I would have asked you

It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There’s an ache in you put there by the ache in me

Dread. That’s what you were feeling as the car pulled out of the airport parking lot. It would be the first time in six months since you’d seen or spoken to your ex-boyfriend, Steve Harrington. You had told him you’d stay in touch, but you couldn’t bear the thought of potentially hearing about how he’d moved on.

You didn’t see him for the first two days. It wasn’t until you were in town doing some last minute Christmas shopping on the third day that you saw him. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it surely wasn’t for him to give you the cold shoulder. You swear you could feel the coldness seep off him as he passed you, the only indication that he’d seen you the flicker of hurt that passed his features. Your steps faltered as you turned around to watch him. He didn’t glance back.

But if it’s all the same to you

It’s the same to me

So we could call it even

Somehow, you worked up the courage to face Steve on your fourth day back. You decided to bring him some cookies as a peace offering.

Knocking on his door, you fought the urge to turn tail and run. You didn’t have to wait long before the door swung open, and you were standing face to face with Steve Harrington.

It was difficult to read him. It seemed as if he had built a wall around himself that you weren’t able to penetrate. He did, however, accept your cookies, so you took that as a win. When he invited you in, you couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. Little by little, he warmed up to you again, and when it was time for you to leave, you hugged him with the promise to see him soon.

You could call me babe for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

The next day, you were woken up my the sound of your doorbell ringing. Answering the door, you’re greeted by a smiling Steve. You accept when he invites you to spend the day with him while he does some Christmas shopping.

You don’t remember the last time you smiled this much. You laughed at Steve’s horrible jokes and smiled when he bought the two of you hot chocolate from a small diner in town. Hawkins had never looked as appealing as it did right now. You wondered what it would have been like if you had stayed. Would you and Steve still be together?

I parked my car between the Methodist

And the school that used to be ours

The holiday lingers like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

Parking your car between the church and Hawkins High, you discreetly made your way to Steve’s house. You knew his parents weren’t home, and you had just gotten into a fight with yours, so you sought him out. The smell of pine and cinnamon wafted through the door as Steve opened it to you.

“(Y/N)?” Steve asked, surprised to see you at his door so late at night. You couldn’t contain the sob that escaped you as you hugged yourself tightly. Steve quickly pulled you into his arms and led you to his couch. You told Steve all about the fight with your parents. You felt him drawing circles on your knee as he listened and remembered back to all the times he’d comforted you when you were still together.

Through tear-filled eyes, you admired Steve’s beauty in the silence that followed your story. He started to say something, but you weren’t listening. Before you knew what you were doing, you were kissing him. And he was kissing you back.

But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me

We could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

The two of you somehow ended up in Steve’s bed, only separating long enough to take your shirts off. “Are you sure, babe?” He whispered. You nodded, and he didn’t hesitate to start kissing you again.

Quickly discarding his pants and boxers while you slip out of your leggings and panties, he digs around in his drawer, slipping on a condom before kissing you again. Going from your lips, to your neck, and then further down, you feel his mouth pressed against your heat and let out soft gasp. It doesn’t take him long to bring you to your climax.

“Please, Steve,” you beg, tugging at his hair. He obliges, moving up your body and positioning himself over you. He slowly enters you, his head buried in your neck as he stills to let you adjust. You don’t take long to adjust to him, and soon, you’re begging him to move.

Steve brings you to your orgasm again before reaching his own climax, collapsing on top of you. After throwing out the used condom, the two of you fall asleep tangled in each other.

Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake

I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay

The next day, you wake up feeling more content than you have in a long time. You and Steve stay in bed for most of the day, just catching up. Somewhere in the moments of silence, you know this is the last time you’ll be like this. He won’t ask you to stay, and you won’t ask him to wait for you.

So I’ll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends

Who’ll write books about me, if I ever make it

And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’

And the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own

To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known

All too soon, it was time to go home. Time to go back to your life outside of Hawkins, Indiana. Outside of Steve.

As the plane takes off, your mind wonders to a life where you didn’t have to leave the person who knew you best. It wonders to a life where you didn’t have to leave with a broken heart. It wonders to a life where you never had to leave the warmest bed you’d ever known. A life where you didn’t have to leave Steve Harrington.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #stranger things #spotify #tayrcse #Spotify

[starstruckwillows]

vitamins — will byers ♡

requested by 🐍<3

nancy wheeler x fem!reader, platonic!will byers, talk of homophobia, this is more will centric

you as will’s queer mentor

you’d lived next door to the byers family for a long time. before will disappeared, and your whole life became affected by the dead remains of the upside down.

despite being closer in age to johnathan, the youngest boy was the one you’d bonded with the most. you’d spent many nights watching films with him while his family were all working. when he was rescued, you were one of the only people he still knew how to talk to.

and maybe, he’d go on to admit to you later, he felt comfortable with you because of the rumours.

the girlfriend, gay, queer, rumours that flocked around an unbothered you. will just hoped they were true as he sat on your bed, waiting for joyce or johnathan to pick him up. he decided it was time to tell someone, and at least you couldn’t disown him.

while he flicked through a comic, you grew bored of your chemistry homework. you concluded you’d ask nancy for help later.

“talk to me, will,” you sighed dramatically, “my brain’s gone numb.”

he laughed half-heartedly, “yeah. so... i’m in love with mike.”

you choked on the water you’d only just reached for, banging your chest as tears spilt down your cheeks. will stood up in concern but you waved him off, “no, i’m fine. that was sudden.”

he shrugged, not meeting your eye and sheepishly apologizing, “well, i didn’t mean to kill you.”

“just, say that again for me.”

“i’m in love with mike.”

you leaned against the back of your chair, “huh. you want to know what i honestly think about that, will?”

he felt his stomach drop. here came the bad news, “yeah?”

“you could do better.”

“than boys?”

“what? no, than mike.”

will folded his arms, “why’d you say that?”

“no reason. are you alright?”

he only realised then that he was trembling rather violently. he shook his head and sat back down, pressing an elbow to his bouncing knee as he answered you, “i’m good. yeah. i just... you seem better with this than i am.”

you nodded sympathetically, “well, i’ve had more practice. i’m also, y’know, gay.”

it was will’s turn to choke now. metaphorically, because he wasn’t drinking anything, and he had also suspected. the way you said it so bravely... it instilled confidence in him.

“you and nancy, right? i knew it.”

you smiled, “it’s not really a secret. we’re just private. and slightly wary, considering the world we live in.”

will scoffed, “is steve, like, collecting lesbians? that’s three now.”

you laughed, “maybe he has a radar for them.”

“like... a gaydar?”

“something like that. anyway, i promise, everyone in our circle will be alright.”

he took that on board, but he didn’t tell anyone else for a while. that was okay. of course.

you made a conscious effort to give your relationship with nancy more clarity within your group. an arm at her shoulder every known and then, honey and babe worked into your sentences, wearing her jacket, and, most importantly to will, referring to her as your girlfriend. that was something you had, were allowed to have.

all within your group of course, this was indiana in the eighties.

“does it scare you?” will whispered one day, as another news headline of lgbt riots appeared.

“sometimes.” you whispered back, with an arm around him. sometimes it seemed you needed will as much as he needed you.

the young boy looked defeated, “i feel ostracized as it is. what’s worse than zombie boy? gay zombie boy.”

“i get it, man. i mean, i don’t, because i wasn’t kidnapped by a sentient alternate reality,” he laughed at that, thankfully, “but i’m here for you. you aren’t alone.”

he asked you what he should do, then. you joked, “drink milk and take your vitamins? i don’t know.”

will sighed, “i have a boyfriend, now. would you want to meet him.”

“of course i would.”

🏷️ — @lil-quinnie @echoloidsblog @sw34terw34ther @river13254

#starstruckwillows #nancy wheeler #will byers #nancy wheeler x fem!reader #fluff #nancy wheeler fluff #platonic!will byers

[xsteveharringtonsmistress86x]

HBCU!Steve Harrington Headcanons

Setting 1990-1994

AUTHOR’s Note: Complete AU with the timeline. Steve is 18 in 1990 when he gets into Howard. Also this is only the first part. Like I said I can’t write simple headcanons. This is a thought out process lol. Please if you have any suggestions or advice drop it in my ask box.

Soundtrack

The first time Steve visited Howard University he was about 13 years old. He was on an eighth grade class trip to Washington DC.

The class trip led them to being on a tour of the gated White House grounds, then visiting a few famous monuments, and finally ended up at one of the most historically famous Black Colleges in the country.

A preteen, Steve, toured the campus with his classmates and immediately became enamored with the lifestyle, culture, and the diversity. Of course, being that he was from the whitest, most boring town on the planet, and even in his young mind, he very much appreciated the diversity. Yes, Steve had encountered other black and brown children his own age before —there were two in that very same class— but in Hawkins, Indiana, it was almost rare.

When he returned back to Hawkins, Steve couldn’t wait to tell his parents about this school that he was now hoping one day to attend. His mom, just gave him a smile and patted his head in patronizing way. And telling his dad —well his dad barely even listened to a word to what Steve had to say. Hawkins had very little information about Howard University at their local library. So when he turned 16 and got his license, Steve drove the nearest metro city to get what he needed.

Now, Steve wasn’t really doing well academically. Basketball and swimming, he excelled at, but he knew if he wanted to get into Howard (much to everyone in that small ass town’s disbelief) he knew he was going to have to do better. “King” Steve, as he still was in high school, chose to stay away from the most “popular” girls in his class, but instead chose to date the smart ones —the ones he knew he needed to help him get into that school. I mean, he did mix a few popular girls here and there in his dating pool so no one would get too suspicious.

When his junior year rolled around, Steve began dating the Princess of Hawkins High herself, Nancy Wheeler. Steve could admit that in the beginning, just like most the girls he’d dated, he was using her to help him raise his GPA. She even helped him score an 1120 on his SAT scores. By the time his senior year rolled around, he’d grown feelings for the now junior. But she didn’t return those feelings and encouraged him to apply for his dream school. Which, surprisingly, he got in. So, he left Hawkins and never looked back.

The very beginning of Steve’s first year at HU wasn’t the easiest. He and his roommate immediately clicked and became best friends. But literally being one of very few white people who were in attendance, was a little bit overwhelming for Steve. That was until he showed them that knew how to put a ball through a basketball through a hoop because apparently in Steve’s case, white men can jump.

Steve’s popularity soared after joining the Bisons basketball team. He was invited to every single party on and off campus. He had a new girlfriend almost every week. He even rushed his first Fraternity to becoming a Kappa with his best friend. He was just about to hit “King” Steve status once more.

But then you came along…

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x black!reader #steve harrington headcanon #hbcu!steve

[erin-bo-berin]

Billy's sister! We see a lot of Mayfield!reader and I think it would be a nice change of pace to see Billy with a sibling he's decently close too.

Can I just say this request motivated me to save some really delicious gifs of Steve telling off Billy? I’ve yet to go back and watch the entire scene since I became a Steve and Joe girl and I’m like ??? WHY IS HIM TELLING HIM TO GET OUT SO HOT?

Also this is still Billy kinda being an asshole but I was going for the he’s looking out for her even if they aren’t THAT close. Idk I hope it’s okay 😬

Your first day at school in Hawkins, Indiana was pure shit.

You half wished you were still in middle school with your little step-sister, Max.

The entire day was basically awkward first introductions by teachers that you were new, boring classes and annoying ass girls questioning you about your brother, Billy.

You weren’t exactly close to your full blooded brother, but you didn’t hate each other as he and Max seemed to. With that said, you were annoyed by the parade of girls—these being ones that weren’t staring at him as he walked by, panties practically melting off.

The only thing that made it better was a senior named Steve. You shared one class with him in the afternoon and happened to sit right next to him.

He didn’t hit on you, like you thought he would, but he piqued your interest. It may only been him that made you change your mind, but maybe you wouldn’t miss California that much anymore, after all.

•

It didn’t take long for you and Steve to start sneaking around.

Why? Because you had to connect with your brother’s arch nemesis.

Billy could absolutely not stand Steve Harrington and you just had to fall for him.

But Billy wasn’t your father and you refused to listen to him when he told you to stay away from him, the one time he caught you with Steve.

Subtle touches and dangerous, stolen hallway kisses became your everyday life. You weren’t afraid of what Billy would do to you if he found out, but you afraid what he’d do to Steve. You’d started to care about him a lot and you weren’t going to let Billy ruin this.

Which is why you were currently hiding out with Steve, Max and her friends at the Byers’ house. He’d found you here and the tell-take signs of the rev of his car outside made you more than aware who was outside. Hence why you were hiding.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” Billy drawled, puffing on a cigarette, smoke billowing from his mouth.

You peered out the corner of the window, watching the interaction. You’d begged Steve not to go out there, but he insisted on protecting you and the kids.

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” he responded, flatly.

“Have you happened to see my little sister by any chance? Short, sassy mouth, kind of a bitch?” he asked.

You grumbled at his description. Like you were the bitch in the family.

“Nope. Haven’t seen her,” Steve shrugged.

“Funny because last time I went looking for her, I found her with you,” he jabbed a finger into Steve’s chest, “I told her if she knew what was good for her she’d stay away from a douche like you, but she’s not known for her listening skills.”

“I told you,” Steve stepped back, “She’s not here.”

“Oh really? Then who’s that?”

He pointed to the window and you and the kids dropped down out of sight.

“Do you think he saw us?” Max asked.

“He totally saw us,” you groaned.

Steve, outside, was groaning too.

“Shiiiit,” he mumbled, “Listen-”

He turned back to Billy but with one swift push to the chest, he knocked him to the ground before stomping to the door.

“Y/N Hargrove! You get your ass here and I’m taking you home.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Max said, standing up for you.

“Oh, is that so?” he sneered at her.

“You leave her alone,” you scowled, “You got a problem, talk to me.”

“Okay,” he sized you up, “I’m only trying to look out for you. You’re only gonna get your heart broken. He is going to chew you up and spit you out, sweetheart.”

He peered over as Steve walked through the door much too late, finding your brother already lecturing you.

“You’ll survive Harrington. Plenty of bitches in the sea. Better than my sister, that’s for sure.”

You glowered at him.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’ve been seeing him, Billy. I don’t care how much you despise him. Build a fucking bridge and get over it,” you crossed your arms, defiant.

“I’m not leaving until you’re in the car with me,” he shot back.

That’s when Steve intervened, stepping in front of you, a hand to his chest.

“She said no. So you need to go.”

“Oh look at Harrington, being all manly. Is this the best King Steve can do?” Billy taunted.

“Get out,” Steve said, serious, “I don’t care if you don’t like me. That is not going to change my feelings for her and that sure as hell isn’t going to make me stop seeing her. Hell, I’ll probably want to see her even more.”

Billy chuckled, licking his lips, jaw tensing, but he just looked at you, raising his hands up and backing away.

“Good luck man, I’m just warning you now.”

With that, he turned and left, engine reviving and fading in the distance as he sped away.

You were certain the entire room let out a sigh of relief.

Then came a comment from Dustin.

“At least he didn’t have to fight him because he totally lost a fight last year.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x Hargrove!reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic

[chrisbitchtree]

The One With Only One Bed

Harringrove Week Day 1

Prompt - Only One Bed

2k - Contains smut

***

Steve knew about Billy Hargrove in the way that everyone on campus knew about Billy Hargrove. Through rumours and tall tales of his sexual prowess and drinking exploits. He was a legend at Indiana State University, known for getting any girl or guy he wanted with little to no effort.

But overall, the guy was a lone wolf, always arriving alone at parties and other events. Steve would see him flirting with everyone, tossing winks and casual touches around like candy, but he’d never actually seen him leave with anyone. Despite that, somehow, his legend had grown to mythic proportions by the middle of their sophomore year.

Steve had one class with the other boy, an English lecture, and Billy would sit alone at the back of the lecture hall, never socializing with any of their classmates. His grades seemed to be the one thing he took seriously. Steve couldn’t exactly say the same for himself. He tried, but he just wasn’t a school kind of guy. His parents insisted that he stick with it though, so he did.

Steve didn’t know if it was the air of mystery around Billy that made Steve spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about him or what, but he did. He was too shy to just go up and talk to him, but that didn’t stop Steve from imagining a million different scenarios for their first meeting.

Maybe Steve would trip while walking through the quad, and Billy would catch him as he fell. Billy would ask if Steve was ok, and Steve would reply that yes, he was, thanks to Billy, his hero, and then Billy would look into Steve’s eyes and be so taken with him that he wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him.

Or maybe their drinks would get mixed up at the coffee shop on campus, and they would laugh as they swapped drinks, and they would get to talking and Billy would ask him to share a table with him. Forget that Steve had never even seen the other boy there. He didn’t care how it happened, he just wanted Billy to notice him, and fall madly in love with him. A boy could dream, right?

Steve was in the middle of his usual lunchtime routine of sitting in his dorm’s cafeteria with his friend Robin and telling her about his latest meet-cute daydream. “Maybe,” Steve said, his mouth full of fries, much to Robin’s disgust.  “Billy and I go to grab a copy of the campus newspaper and we realize it’s the last issue, so we decide to share it, and fall madly in love over the sports highlights!”

Robin sighed fondly, patting his hand. “Do you even read the campus paper, Dingus? Maybe you could just, you know, try talking to him?”

Steve shook his head, his eyes wide. “Just go up to Billy Hargrove? Not a chance, Rob.” This was a conversation that they had almost daily, and it always ended the same, with Steve insisting that Billy was way out of his league, and that Steve needed a meet-cute to help him get noticed. He was a big fan of those, studying his favourite romantic comedies like religious texts. Some day, he would get his own “You had me at hello” or “You complete me” with Billy. On a more immediate agenda was to move on from Jerry Maguire. Robin said it was giving him unrealistic ideas of romance, and she probably wasn’t wrong.

It turned out that Steve didn’t need to create a meet-cute because the universe was conjuring one for him. That afternoon, after his classes were done for the day, he headed to his part-time job, at a little pizza shop just off campus. He finished at midnight, and then headed back to his room afterwards. When he got there, no amount of digging through his backpack or pants pockets uncovered his keys.

He was about to go find a payphone so he could call campus security, when of all people, Billy Hargrove exited his dorm room down the hall at that exact moment. “Hey,” he said quietly as he approached. “Locked out of your room?” He looked beautiful, in just plaid pajama pants, no shirt.

Steve nodded, momentarily speechless before his found his words. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. It was like the gods were smiling down at him. His very own meet-cute with Billy Hargrove. “Yeah,” he said, finally able to speak. “I can’t find my keys anywhere.”

“Why don’t you come back to my room,” Billy said, gesturing towards his door. “We can have a drink, and then we can find you a phone to call campus security.”

Steve readily agreed despite his rapidly beating heart and sweating palms, following Billy down the hall to his room. Once they were inside, Billy grabbed them each a beer from the mini fridge he had under the window, and sat down on the bed, patting the space beside him.

Neither of them talked for a few minutes, just silently sipping their beers. Then, Billy broke the silence. “Steve, right?” When Steve’s eyes grew wide, Billy reminded him that they had a class together, and that’s how he knew his name. Of course. It’s not like Billy had actually noticed him.

“My name is Billy. I guess I should have introduced myself before inviting you into my bed.” He laughed, having no idea of the effect his words were having on Steve, who nervously started chugging his beer. “Woah, slow down there, pretty boy, there’s plenty more where that comes from. I’m in no hurry for you to leave.” He winked, and Steve could feel his cheeks heating. He couldn’t believe that Billy had any doubt that Steve knew who he was.

They continued to talk about classes and campus life, and their lives before they came to university. Steve couldn’t believe how naturally the conversation was flowing. At one point, Billy had gotten up to use the washroom, and when he’d sat back down, he’d sat a lot closer to Steve than before, But Steve tried not to read into it. Before he realized it, it was after 2:30am, and he’d never called campus security.

They went to the payphone in the hall and Steve tried calling campus security several times, but he couldn’t get through, and panic was starting to set in. It was almost 3am, and he had nowhere to sleep. “Shit, I can’t get through to them,” he said, panic in his voice. He was going to have to call Robin, and she was going to kill him.

“You can sleep in my room if you want,” Billy said, moving a little closer. “There’s plenty of space, and I promise, I don’t snore. I am a cuddler though,” he said with a wink. “Just warning you.”

Steve thought doubtfully to the single bed that all dorm roomed were furnished with, but his only other option was to call Robin, and he really didn’t want to do that. “Ok, yeah, thanks,” Steve replied, trying to sound nonchalant, even though he was panicking on the inside.

Not long after, they decided to call it a night. Steve didn’t know what the sleepwear etiquette was when sharing a bed with a stranger, so he removed his sweater but kept on his t-shirt and jeans. By the time he’d pulled his sweater off, Billy was already down to his boxers.

“You know you don’t need to wear all that,” Billy said, looking Steve up and down. “I really don’t mind.”

“Ok, if you’re cool with it,” Steve replied. He could feel his face turning red at the other boy’s words. Holy shit, his dreams were coming true. He was going to be almost naked with Billy Hargrove.

They got under the covers and Billy turned off the bedside lamp, then they talked a while longer, side by side in the dark. Steve was hyperaware of every single inch between them. He could almost swear he felt the heat radiating off Billy’s body. Eventually, Billy drifted to sleep, and Steve rolled over, trying to respect Billy’s space by getting as close to the edge of the bed as possible.

Steve woke suddenly. It couldn’t be any later than 6, judging by the fact that it was still dark out. The first thing that he registered was that he was sweating, the second thing he registered was that the reason he was sweating was that he and Billy were wrapped around each other like a couple of octopi. The other boy hadn’t been joking, he really was a cuddler. The third thing that Steve noticed was that he was hard as a rock, his erection pressed against Billy’s thigh. He was softly rutting against the other boy but stopped the second he realized what he was doing, but it was too late. Billy’s eyes were open, and he was watching Steve intently.

Steve was mortified. He’d had his perfect meet-cute moment with the boy of his dreams, but now he’d gone and ruined it. Fuck. “I’m so sorry, Billy,” he managed to spit out, his face now covered by his hands.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Billy said, peeling Steve’s hands away. “It happens to the best of us!” He moved closer so he could whisper into Steve’s ear. “You know, you can keep going if you want.”

Steve looked down at his painfully hard dick, then back up at Billy, really unsure of what to do. On one hand, Billy told him he could keep going, but what if he was just being nice, and was really disgusted with Steve and wanted him to leave? On the other, yes, Billy did seem like a really nice guy, but would he really be nice enough to let Steve use his leg to get off if he didn’t want him to?

Billy chuckled, bringing his hand up to Steve’s face and stroking his cheek. “Would it help if I joined in, pretty boy?”

It was in that moment, as Billy shifted so that his thigh was slotted deeper between Steve’s legs, that Steve realized that Billy was also hard. Steve nodded, burying his face in Billy’s neck. He started his rutting back up and let out a moan at how good it felt. Billy lifted his chin and captured his lips in a kiss, eating up any further sounds that Steve made.

He was so turned on by the whole situation that it didn’t take long for Steve to finish, his hips coming to a stuttering stop as he let go, tongue thrust into Billy’s mouth, and hands threaded through his hair, tugging lightly, as he painted the inside of his boxers white. As he was coming down, Billy held him, petting his sweaty hair.

Once he’d finally caught his breath and his heartrate had slowed down a bit, he made it his mission to get Billy off. “Come here,” Steve said, sitting up and back against the headboard. He motioned for Billy to straddle his thigh. Billy eagerly stripped off his boxers and hopped on, rutting down, and throwing his head back as he groaned. He latched onto Steve’s neck and bit and sucked as he picked up his pace. In a matter of moments, he was cumming all over Steve’s thigh. It was the hottest thing Steve had ever seen.

Steve pulled Billy towards him, and they stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms. “Is it bad to say that I’m happy you lost your keys?” Billy mumbled into Steve’s neck.

“No,” Steve replied, peppering Billy’s shoulder with kisses. “Because I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Billy slid his hand behind Steve's head, capturing his lips with his own. When they came up for air, he was grinning. "Good. I'm glad to hear it, pretty boy."

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes #fluff #smut #meet cute #lemon

[idlebeks]

Steddie Fic Recs

I took a left turn on Tumblr somehow and ended up falling face first into the Stranger Things Steddie fandom. So here, have some fic recs.

chat with you, baby (flirt a little, maybe) by desiccatedwithering (acornsofthemind)

“Hey, shitheads!” Steve “the hair” Harrington barks, looming in the doorway like a monster from the Abyss. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Get your asses down to the gym right fucking now.”

Eddie gapes. First of all, the audacity— Second, he’s never been much for physical fights, but if this douchebag thinks he can bully any of Eddie’s kids, he’ll have to go through Eddie first.

“Let’s go! Move it!” Harrington snaps, making an impatient gesture down the hall.

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting. by badpancake

It’s the first time in a while that he doesn’t know what comes next. He’s dove into the water hundreds of times. Screamed as his flesh was torn apart, heard Master of Puppets in the distance and held back tears. Felt Max’s cold, small hand in his as she laid in the hospital bed. There are things that always happen, no matter how hard he tries: El doesn’t arrive in time. Eddie dies. Max is put in a coma.

Steve fails. They lose.

“Steve, how many loops have you been through?”

His head is nodding, and his eyes are watery, and Eddie has approached him like a spooked animal.

“I lost count.”

AKA: The one where Steve Harrington is stuck in a time loop, and Eddie Munson is really fucking hard to save, or: fuck Volume 2, these bitches are in love.

don't go wastin your emotions by kissesforcas

"Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, a rage-filled barbarian, who knew?" Eddie says, like its a compliment, like Steve has ANY idea what that means.

"Uh, I knew. Obviously." Steve says, wisely, even though he clearly didn't. "Anyway, do you think we could eat a demobat? Or would we turn into some kind of monstrous freak? I'm starving, and Dustin's cheese crackers are not enough to get me on my feet again."

"What difference does it make to me if I'm a human freak or a monster one?" Eddie shrugs, and Steve butts his shoulder up against Eddie. It's meant to be brotherly, maybe friendly, but it's too soft. Felt like something he might have done before slinging an arm around a girl's shoulders.

"You're not a freak." Steve says, and finds he means it.

Eddie's eyes, when he looks at Steve, are curious. "No?"

"No."

Sanctuary by SpicedSage

After Steve Harrington goes missing, Eddie Munson gets exposed to the secret dangers of Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 instead of 1986.

Will a different first meeting lead to a change in his fate?

wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas

Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital.

And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.

Steve Harrington's Guide To Planning a Party (Without Blowing Up) by Anonymous

In a way, Steve was kind of grateful for the swift intervention. He knew now, after all, that most people in the world didn't have the ability to pick out people's emotions, and in a town like Hawkins he wouldn't have lasted long if he commented on every feeling he encountered. It was the reason why despite everything, he had turned out normal, despite all of life's attempts to turn him into something other than a popular somewhat dim-witted jock.

And then one day he’d walked into the Byers household and been slapped in the face with the most godawful aura he'd ever experienced in his life, and he just knew he wasn’t going to be coming back from this. or: Steve has secret powers, which isn't really an issue except he's now dealing with his unexpected feelings(tm) for one Eddie Munson and suddenly things just got a lot more complicated. Also, he has the nasty habit of blowing shit up when he gets stressed which makes the whole 'secret' part of his powers hard. The situation is totally and completely under his control, he just has to plan this stupid 'We saved the world (again)' party and he should be fine. Totally fine.

The Jester's Gambit by GreenQueenofClubs

The thing was, these popular types, the Royalty of High School Society? They just wanted to be entertained. They wanted something to break though the dull monotony of life at the top of the food chain, and if nothing happened to catch their interest, they made their own fun. Good thing Eddie was unparalleled at keeping little sheeps entertained.

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

Star of the Masquerade by glorious_spoon

Steve jerks awake, sitting up so quickly that Robin almost topples over and staring wildly around the room. When his gaze lands on Eddie, he blanches visibly.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters. “Come on, no. Come on. Not again.”

“Harrington?” Eddie asks slowly. He does not love the way that Steve is staring at him right now. He really doesn’t. Steve looks like he’s staring at a ghost, a bloodied monster, like Eddie is something that should not exist in the light of day. “You good, dude?”

off the beaten path by pukner

"I'm saying this," says Steve, loudly, cutting him off, "because someone I love is, uh, gay. And I love them, but like, platonically. And also me calling you a queer might've been a little hypocritical, in restrospect."

There is a long, baffled pause.

"What," says Jonathan, "Steve, are you--are you coming out to me?"

Steve frowns, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am. Cool."

Or, post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana.

Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons.

OR: Steve figures out he's bi before Eddie figures out that he's gay. Eddie still manages to fall first.

you are young and life is long (and there is time to kill today) by heartofwinterfell

Eddie Munson’s no hero. Too bad the universe—or whatever’s gonna be left of it—didn’t get the memo.

[or, eddie is going to save himself and his friends or die trying. many, many times.]

let's do the time (loop) again by alchemystique

“Did you, uh… did you sing to me, once?” Eddie asks, sitting on the hood of Steve’s car and staring up at the sky so he doesn’t have to pretend he isn’t desperate for everything promised in the eyes that haven’t left Eddie since Eddie woke up in that hospital bed. It’s just –

Time loops, and the King of Hawkins High going back over and over and over again just to stop Eddie Munson from dying, and –

“Fuck,” Steve says, and Eddie doesn’t remember, but there’s a song that won’t leave his head, and the voice is soft and warm just like the way Steve smiles at him and – “I didn’t think you remembered any of it.”

---

Eddie died in a time loop a hundred times and all Steve got was this tee-shirt.

On The Frozen Lake, Jagged and Beautiful by kayeslin

Steve Harrington is a background character in Eddie’s life, one who he only knows because it’s a small town and everyone knows everyone. Everyone has some distant connection, some oddly personal anecdote about everyone else in town.

Eddie’s connection is that he’s been slowly falling in love with the guy for years before ever getting to know the real him. When he does, it only makes it worse.

- (or: Eddie lives out a queer teen RomCom while the Upside Down goes 'hehehe' out of frame)

wishbone by greatunironic

"So when Stevie noticed Eddie wasn’t dicking around with Dustin out in the field anymore, she’d run herd on her precious little shitheads before deciding to go look for him; because she remembered what it was like, she knew what it was like, the first few days after, during, and he probably, maybe needed someone to talk to so she thought probably, maybe that someone could be her. And that was what she set out to do, Jesus Christ, Robin, she didn’t always think with her snatch, okay?" In which Stevie Harrington has a habit of making out with people at the end of the world.

dogfish by greatunironic

“Sorry, little brother,” he says. His thumbs trace the muscles in his neck. “You know. It was a neat trick. But I’m afraid you just aren’t that special, in the end.”

Or: In a world where after Eight escapes, and before Eleven, another child makes it out of the lab.

Space Age Love Song by bicetea

In the dark space of the boat house, dust motes twirling around her, she asked time a question. And time said yes.

Or: Steve Harrington is given a chance to save Eddie months before all the shit with Vecna goes down.

a plain and indestructible thing by phonemicengineer

“This is us, huh?” Steve asks her, reaching out to lay a hand between her ears. His face aches, and she has a bit of blood matted in the fur around her left eye; matching wounds. There’s black ichor and gore coated up her muzzle and down her ruff, and when she opens her mouth her teeth are large and wicked looking.

“Do you even have to ask?” she mutters, leaning her full weight against him.

the feeling that you give me, wanna give it right back by QueerOnTilMorning

“You’re talking out of your ass, Harrington. You have no basis for comparison whatsoever.” He’s perched on the edge of the couch cushion, leaning forward so he can more effectively yell at Steve, who’s sprawled out on his elbows on the floor.

“I have a dick, don’t I?” Steve snaps back. Eddie thanks his personal pantheon of indifferent gods that his face is already pink with annoyance, so he doesn’t humiliate himself by blushing over nothing more than an oblique reference to Steve Harrington’s dick.

“Just because you have one doesn’t mean–”

"You're the one who has no basis for comparison! I at least have some kind of experience with blow jobs. Lots of experience, in fact."

"Yes, we all know you're a huge slut, Steve," Eddie says. "No need to brag."

Every time Steve comes over to Eddie's to smoke up, they end up in some kind of stupid argument. Usually it's about music, or movies, or whether Dustin should ever be allowed to have a pet again. But tonight, somehow–Eddie can't remember exactly how it got started, but he definitely blames Steve–they're in each other's faces about which of them gives better head.

#stranger things fic recs #steddie fic recs #fic recs #i dont know how this happened #i dont even go here #but somehow i have done nothing but consume steddie fics for the last several weeks

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

part two for @mrsblackruby again 🤭

Through the years, Billy was smarter about his use of the phone. By the time he was ten, Susan and Maxine were around too much for him to continue.

The only thing that kept him trying when he did was to try and find Steve again.

Billy was twelve when he started realizing he didn’t really like girls all that much. And he got mad. At Susan and Max the most. They were both tattletales and they both got him in trouble triple the amount before. He was thirteen when Susan first saw what Neil did to him when he disobeyed a rule. She didn’t say anything and wouldn’t look at him.

He was fifteen when Max tattled on him for sneaking out to the skating rink. And then two days later he had to give her his board as an apology for putting a frog in one of her boots as revenge for the bruised shoulder he got when he had returned home. Billy cried and it was Max’s fault. That’s when he started resenting Max.

He was seventeen when they moved to Indiana. It was even harder to have time to make his calls without being caught. And, although he knew it was childish and there wasn’t any point anymore, he still tried to find any source of the boy from all those years ago.

But, one night Neil took Susan out to search for furniture and Maxine was outside practicing a truck Billy had never been able to finish learning. He closed the blinds after checking on her, the familiar board making him upset at the nostalgia it brought up.

He picked up the phone and sat gruffly on the sofa Susan had picked out. He couldn’t fit in the corner like he used to as a child, but he still wrapped the wire line right around his index finger.

“Harrington residence, this is Steve speaking!” Billy’s eyes widened and he thought about breaking his rule and taking a chance. “Tommy? Is that you?” Billy gasped and then covered his mouth in shock, eyes darting to the door to make sure the coast was clear.

“Steve?” he whispered.

There was a long pause, one that made Billy tear up by the familiarity.

“Who is this?”

He took a deep breath, “We talked once a long time ago, I never got to tell you my name.”

“Well are you going to tell me now? I’ve been waiting about a decade now to know.” Billy felt his cheeks heat and he cleared his throat nervously, beside himself. He couldn’t help but feel like Steve was being flirtatious.

“Billy.”

A pleased sound thrummed to Billy’s ear, “And what are you up to, Billy?”

“Babysitting.”

“No shit. Me too.”

Billy smiled and tucked his head down, “It’s nice to hear your voice.” He choked on his breath as he realized what he’d said. “I mean—“

“—It’s nice to hear yours too, Billy.”

Billy felt his ears redden, “You—“

He didn’t get to finish as the door opened with an aggressive swing.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Neil pushed Susan towards the kitchen and ignored her mumbling.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked on the phone.

Billy felt paralyzed, “I have to go.”

There was hasty movement on Steve’s end, “Wait, what’s your last name?”

Billy could only whisper before hanging up and standing as Neil made his way over.

He could smell the tobacco that laced his fathers breath, “What happens when you use the phone without permission?”

Billy kept his hands shaking at his sides, “The lock.”

Neil nodded and pointed in the direction of the hallway, “Get in there and stay there. I’ll be over to fasten it before dinner.”

A tear fell, but he had already turned, “Yes, Sir.”

He fell asleep on his mattress tracing ‘Steve’ into the fabric. He wasn’t even awake to hear the exact moment dinner was interrupted by knocking.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #max mayfield #billy/steve #stranger things #tw domestic violence #tw neil hargrove #i might be dragging it out 😏

[canadiansummer]

TITLE: Fork in the Road [8] PAIRING: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader REQUEST: Unprompted. BLURB: You and your uncle, Hopper, have been looking after each other ever since plans falling out put you back in Hawkins, Indiana. It wasn't long until you had knowledge of the strange world that wreaked havoc on the town, and you figured it was only a matter of time before you got roped up in that side of the town. Though, it turns out that that opportunity comes about in a disastrous way, you and Hopper ending up on the Russian side of the gate during the battle in the Starcourt Mall. However, after being injured and tortured, you get separated from him early on. Now, you have to figure out a way to get back to him. However, as it turns out you two aren't as far apart as you had been expecting, Hopper being held in this top-secret prison and you being forced to lay low in a town two hours away. Though, with the unexpected help of a prison guard, busting Hopper out seems doable. That is, until it's not. WARNINGS: Alcohol, the reader suffers from some depressive thoughts.  NOTE: Here is the next part to this! I’ve been working on the pacing of this, and it lines up to what I have outlined, but I may rewrite it in the future at some point. Also, figure I would ask since it might come up in the next chapter, what’s our preference on smut? Full scene or fade to black? Let me know!  TAG LIST: @sakuralikestars​ @local-fanfic-addict​ @fillechatoyante​

Once the shivers had set in, you figured getting to sleep would be impossible. 

Yet, you were surprised when suddenly three knocks hit the side of the van you were tucked inside. Blinking heavily, you gingerly lifted your head in time to see Dmitri slip into the driver’s seat, noticing how bright it was outside. Though, unsurprisingly, you couldn’t feel your fingers or toes. Still, it was better than spending hours in the snow. With a small, uncomfortable grunt, you sat up so you wouldn’t get tossed around during the drive. 

“I hope that was worth it for you,” Dmitri remarked, glancing over his shoulder to watch you blow into your bare hands, not really giving him an answer. “Why did you give him your gloves?” 

“I don’t know,” you replied around a small exhale, curling your legs up somewhat, “I thought maybe he’d appreciate a reminder that there’s something outside of this place. It’d keep me going.” 

He didn’t answer that, starting up the truck before pulling away. You knew it would be a long drive from the prison, but in a way you were glad to be leaving the place. Laying in the cold darkness with Hopper in your mind’s eye–he didn’t look good, to put it mildly. It really just confirmed what you had assumed, given the reactions you had gotten when you would mention the wish that you could at least look out for him. Though, in that relief, you knew it was something Hopper wouldn’t be feeling for months still. 

“Here,” Dmitri said, pulling you out of your thoughts as you felt him thump something against the sleeve of your jacket. He held his gloves out toward you. “I can almost hear you shivering back there. I forget you have much lower tolerance for cold than I do.” 

“It’s not that bad,” you replied, almost begrudgingly. Still, you took the gloves anyway, a part of you appreciating the added warmth, despite his hands being bigger than your own. You crossed your arms across your chest and tucked your hands back under your armpits. Something you remember reading about keeping yourself warm in the cold. 

“Sure,” he remarked in some light amusement, but given the situation it didn’t quite hit the same as it usually did. 

Exhaustion hung over you still, so you couldn’t bring yourself to say much else. Still, there was a pang of appreciation, twisted as it might have been. A part of you didn’t want to let go of the fact that he was clearly doing this for money, but he certainly didn’t need to be doing things like this. He could have kept you cooped up in his home until it was time to go, and it wouldn’t really be that unreasonable. 

You let out a sigh, giving into the urge to shut your eyes again. You didn’t want to go too far down that track. 

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“You are sure you don’t want me to confirm you are alive too?” 

You glanced up from where you were holding a piece of porcelain to the doll that currently was resting in two pieces on the table, broken in the middle. It was a pretty clean break outside of the small piece you were holding still to allow the glue to dry. His question gave you a moment's pause, a voice in the back of your head questioning that also and yet–you shrugged, glancing back down at your current task. 

“Little late now to add it,” you said, “I think just mentioning Hopper is enough. I’m sure it’ll be assumed that I’m here also. Yuri knows I’m here and hasn’t asked for more money, so it’s fine.” 

You could tell he still stared at you for a few moments after your words, a part of you not wanting to meet his gaze. Hopper was more important, anyway. Had more to lose–Joyce, El, he had a reputation with the town that you didn’t. If you didn’t make it out alive, at least he’d–you mentally shook yourself at that. You would get out of here. Both of you. Hopper wouldn’t let anybody leave you behind, and you certainly wouldn’t leave him to rot in that prison. 

Yuri had finally returned with a time estimate, which you figured you would be grateful for and yet it left you feeling strange. Relieved, nervous–but also just…strange. 

It had been a couple months since you had last seen Hopper, and things had almost fallen back into a routine that had you feeling like this day would never come. Dmitri did a good job at filling you in on what was going on–a few ideas on how he thinks this will go down. He seemed particularly locked on one that had Hopper staying in Yuri’s church until the smuggler could get him, and you would wait there too. It was nearby, and if anything you could take off the night before and just wait there for your uncle. It seemed solid enough, at least. 

Yet, you couldn’t wrap your mind around the strange feeling that sat in your chest. (Well, there was a part of you that could admit that leaving the idea of Dmitri behind was weirdly painful. An ache of something unexplored or said, yet you had to wonder if there was a point to even entertaining it. You would get back to America with your uncle, you would help him heal and Dmitri and Yuri would get rich and you’d eventually become a passing thought.) 

Releasing the piece of porcelain, you leaned back in your chair once it seemed to stay in place. You tried to ignore the surge of frustration at your thoughts, looking over the table in front of you. 

It was a strange sight, to see Dmitri bent over his kitchen table, bits of magazine ripped out and cut up to form this ransom note that you were going to stuff inside a doll. It was a haphazard job, littered with spelling errors but the gist was there. Considering what you had to work with, you figured it would have to do. 

“How long do you think this will take to get to where it’s going?” 

“Couple weeks, couple months. I am not sure,” Dmitri replied, working on finishing off the last line of the note, “That is why we send it early. Give us time and hope it lines up with Yuri.” 

“If it doesn’t?”

“Well, I hope the money would be enough to keep him in Alaska long enough to do the exchange. I don’t want it to take long, either. I have to be at the phone booth every day until I hear back from this woman.”

“Joyce,” you corrected, “I feel like once the package gets to her, she’ll catch on. Still, I hope it won’t be long either for all our sake then.” 

“We have come this far,” Dmitri commented, placing the note aside to dry before gathering up the scrap paper and unused magazines–both Russian and English. 

You carefully set aside the upper part of the doll so the broken piece could dry, though you knew you would have to glue her together with the note inside later. More than anything, you just hoped this would work. That Joyce wouldn’t toss the doll out–yet, no, she was more observant than that. You knew Hopper would be chomping at the bit to see her again, and honestly you were looking forward to it as well. Some sort of sign that this was over and you could work on putting all of this behind you. 

However, the sight of a bottle being placed down on the table pulled you out of your head. You cast Dmitri a questioning look, a small scoff escaping you. 

“It’s a little early to be celebrating anything, isn’t it?”

“For luck, not celebration,” Dmitri remarked, offering you a small grin, “I could get something better for a celebration, this isn’t the best.”

Really, you weren’t sure if alcohol was the best choice, given the mess your head was in. Yet, watching him pour himself a drink, you found your resolve breaking pretty quickly. If anything, you hoped it would keep your mind from spiraling and would knock you out a bit in the long run. 

“Well, if it’s for luck,” you said, reaching over to fix yourself a glass. You weren’t a superstitious type, but given the situation you figured you’d try anything to turn the tides. 

Vodka wasn’t exactly your choice of drink, but even this was stronger than you were expecting. As much as you tried to fight it back, you couldn’t help but let out a cough at the burn in your throat. Which earned you an almost disbelieving chuckle from Dmitri as you placed your glass back down on the table. 

“That is rough for you? I thought you said you got into alcohol and fights.” 

“I did,” you insisted, “I just usually don’t go for hard liquor out of the gate.” 

“I have tried American vodka too,” Dmitri commented, “I should have expected this.” 

“Yeah, alright,” you muttered with a dismissive wave. Still, the amused grin that crossed his face was hard to not return. 

It was definitely a mistake. You should have stopped at one or two glasses, but eventually you could feel that somewhat familiar fuzziness around the edges of your thoughts. Usually, you tried to keep some sort of distance, given the situation, but the time spent with him and how alcohol tended to produce cracks in the wall between your mouth and your thoughts had you growing more and more chatty. Which is usually what got you into fights. 

At least you were sober enough to watch for the warning signs for that. 

“So, what’s your plan with this money you’re getting for all of this?” you asked, now nursing a glass half full instead of taking them back like shots–which was a terrible way to start, you figured. Definitely wasn’t going to swing back around and hit you later. 

“I mean, you’re taking it from a fund for my cousin, so I figure I have a right to know,” you finished. 

“Get out of here,” he replied, the touch of bitterness surprising you a little. Though, it didn’t take much more than a glance around and knowing his profession to clue into why he may be so. “Better home, food. Help my son through school. I don’t know yet.” 

It was a surprisingly modest answer–one that had a somewhat sardonic grin crossing your face. 

“No mansions. I’m surprised. I thought you’d try to win over your son and ex-wife.” That was bold. Maybe too bold. It was definitely the alcohol, the realization almost pulling a quick retraction from you. 

However, the laugh that came from Dmitri made you pause, eyebrows raising slightly. It looked good-natured, his gaze somewhat glossy but it seemed amused. Given the subject, you had to wonder if there was some bitterness there. Yet, he just shook his head. 

“Too late for one of those, but my son? Maybe. He is hard to please, but I don’t know.” 

“How come he’s not here with you? It’s been months, I have only heard him by name.” 

“I figure you might have answer to that,” Dmitri replied, gesturing toward you, “You are not having the best time, being left here alone most of the time. It would be the same for him.” 

Fair enough. You finished off the last of your drink, debating on if you wanted to have another before you called it quits before you got drunk enough to put your foot in your mouth. 

“Why don’t you want people back home to know you are alive?” 

This again? You found yourself fumbling for some sort of answer, yet you ended up shrugging as you placed the glass back down on the table. “Hopper is more important.”

“You Americans,” Dmitri muttered, shaking his head, “All I hear from him is about his woman and if you are okay, and I come back here and all you ask is if he is okay.”

“Look, Hopper’s never really taken care of himself, I guess I’ve got this habit of making sure he’s okay before myself,” you explained, waving a hand somewhat, “It’ll be a surprise. People will be just as happy to see me.” 

“I just don’t understand it,” Dmitri said, finally seeming like he was dropping it. 

In a way, you were relieved. You weren’t sure what you’d say in truth: that Hopper has more to lose if one of you didn’t make it out of here alive. He had a kid, Joyce, a reputation in the town. You were a tag along–and a really bad one, considering your current situation. You…really didn’t want to spiral on that right now. Not with the alcohol. However, the question you found leaving you in an attempt to move on wasn’t exactly what you were hoping it would be. 

“You gonna miss me when I’m gone?” 

“Miss you?” 

“Yeah,” you said with a confident nod, despite the struggle to connect your mind to your mouth, “I mean, I’ve been here for months now. You’re not going to feel some sort of absence?” 

You were expecting another dismissal, or maybe he’d just point out that you were starting to feel the alcohol you drank way too fast earlier. Yet, he seemed to contemplate that for a moment, making the playful edge to your expression soften somewhat. (There was a touch of hope there, too, as much as the rational part of you told you that it was useless.) 

“I suppose,” he replied after a moment, “You may think it's pointless to send word home, but I would bet you are missed.”

“That was an impressive dodge of the question,” you commented around a small huff, “but…thanks. I suppose.” 

“Yes. I would miss you in a way,” Dmitri said, a tad dismissive but you took that as a small victory anyway. “How about you? Are you going to miss me?”

Well, that was the question. You found yourself trying to keep an even expression, despite the tug in your gut–you didn’t want to admit it. You were fond of him. It was a terrible situation, one that would only lead nowhere if you leaned into that fondness, but it was there. You knew you’d miss him, in a strange way. Still, trying to put that to words…

“Yeah,” you stated bluntly, “in a way.” 

Dmitri nodded lightly, seeming to process that. Really, you had been expecting something more playful from you–and not the short, almost contemplative quiet that sat with the bluntness of your answer. Immediately, you knew you should reel back, find a way to pull out of the topic and let it be dismissed as some drunken banter that would be forgotten the next morning. Yet, you found yourself leveling him with a stare, one that he met steadily. 

With a bit of courage that you managed to find, you found yourself leaning forward to connect your mouth with his. You could feel that the action took him a little off guard–in a way, it took you off guard too. When you expected a push back, the warmth of his hand cupping the side of your head to pull you in closer had the thoughts quieting. In that moment, you knew you hadn’t really touched him in a way that was overly affectionate–you had closed up his cheek once, yes. Mostly a faded line now, if you were looking for it. 

This was different, though–the firmness of his shoulders, the slight tickle of his mustache in the kiss. Which was tinged with the taste of the alcohol you had been drinking. 

Instantly, you found yourself pulling back, giving a somewhat firm push back as you shut your eyes. You willed down the urge to pull a face in embarrassment–

“I’m drunk,” you stated, “I’m sorry–I shouldn’t’ve…Let me talk about this when I’m more sober?” 

“...Sure,” Dmitri said with a nod. The confusion coming from him certainly wasn’t lost on him. 

With a sigh and a somewhat wobbly stand, you gestured toward the note. 

“Figure that’s dry enough to put in the doll.”

#fandom: stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #enzo x reader

[willowworkswithwords]

Who is Steve Harrington?

For all Robin says Steve’s Steveness is what makes her like him, he wonders sometimes if it wouldn’t be better for him to change. The ex-basketball star who works two jobs now and still takes girls to dates at the same diner every other week, though the dates have stopped since spring break. Something like that now seems so small in comparison to the whole world nearly crumbling for the umpteenth time. He’s still himself, after it all, and a not-so-small part of him wonders if that’s for the best.

Dustin is running out of his house, backpack on one shoulder with the zipper thrown open, books half-crammed in and half spilling out. Steve smiles. No matter what’s changed, he’s glad this hasn’t.

“Hey, you tryin’ to be late three times before the month is out, Dustin?”

“I was trying to find my algebra textbook, I think Lucas took it because I left my notes in it and he can’t figure out the third equation from last week’s test and—”

The drive goes on like that. Steve asks a question or sends a soft, harmless dig at Dustin and Dustin has a page and a half to say back to him. The cool October air whips past them. His fingers itch for a cigarette. There’s not even the ghost of a pack in his car anymore, just the zippo lighter he keeps in his jean pocket. The last run-in with the Upside Down had left Steve with a newfound appreciation for being able to breathe well, so the cigarettes (much to Robin’s delight) went out the window.

It wasn’t easy. But it was a change, and a change, so far, altogether for the better.

Dustin left the car the same way he came, a bundle of thoughts and unorganized books. Steve was laughing as he pulled away from the school towards Family Video, off to shift one of two. And the day was good. Robin was with him his whole shift, and when they clocked out at three, Robin rode her bike off to her community college classes and Steve went to Rick’s.

Rick’s Diner was the new Benny’s, a small building on the east side of town alongside the country road that ran alongside Hawkins from out of town, carrying dozens of people from Ohio, Kentucky, and other parts of Indiana right to the front doors. Tired families and truckers and college students. Most people there were just those passing through, but on occasion he’d see Mr. Clarke or one of Robin’s band friends. It was something Steve never would have thought he'd be doing, but he almost always looked forward to his shifts.

“Steve!”

Steve broke into a grin, spinning his keys on his finger once, twice, before he tucked them into his jeans next to the zippo.

Rick was a small man with a ring of thick brown hair around his head and was never seen out of overalls. He could do everything the diner needed—count the till, greet the customers, flips the burgers, fix the oven—but he’d started to feel the diner needed something, a little nudge. So when Steve had happened upon the diner one day not long after Spring Break, still bearing the bruises from the final showdown that everyone else in Hawkins assumed was a scuffle with the leftover fanatics that believed Jason’s story, Rick had come over with Steve's coffee and hotdog and sat down across from him. By the end of that night, Steve had the job.

Steve didn’t have to think long about accepting, besides telling Rick he’d never cooked at a restaurant before. Rick had just laughed at him and told him it was all about the people, not the burgers. Was he good with people? he’d asked him. He’d given a pointed yet teasing glance at Steve’s busted face. But Steve had told him that if he could survive Scoops Ahoy assholes and airheads, he’d be fine with the random people coming through.

“Hey Rick!” Steve hollered as he made him way around the counter.

“This fuckin’ fryer’s busted half to hell, I have no idea what I did to it!”

He said it was a bark of laughter and a clang of metal against metal.

“Did you turn the knob all the way and then down to four-fifty?”

“…No I did not.”

Steve rounded the corner to see Rick crouched in front of the fryer with a wrench in hand.

“Ok Mr. Fix-it. Do your thing.”

Steve took the wrench, grinned, and got to work.

#stranger things #willow writes #my fic #steve harrington #oc Rick #not Reefer Rick #mention of Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley #there will be others in this fic #i think eddie's up next #we'll see! #This was came out of me this morning at the coffee shop #I was reworking this angsty little thing i'd started a month or so ago #and i think this is a much more coherent kinda look at steve #character study #part 1 of ?

[lina-delgado]

@alexlwoo enlists Lina’s help to snoop through @kazxraval‘s grotto home to find anything that could be worth taking for themselves. Easily getting themselves caught, the pair use their endless abilities to be annoying charming to get them out without much consequence (for now).

"I'm telling you, he's not here, it's fine. Have an air-listen if you don't believe my scouting skills."

In all actuality it probably would be prudent of Lina to double-check Alex's work, so to speak, but he really was fairly confident that the resident of this out-of-the-way grotto wasn't there. As much as Alex wanted to be a burr in Kaz's side, he didn't relish actual physical confrontation. Something more sneaky-deaky was the better option. Kaz looked like one of those guys who'd be all cool in a fight, maybe get beat on for a while, and then make a dramatic comeback in the last round and stroll off like nothing had happened. JGL in 'Brick', yep, that was the vibe. Alex had no intention of finding out if his supposition was true or not.

Nope, much more fun to just break into Kaz's house and take a look around. What was the harm, right? He turned to look at Lina as they stood on the threshold of Kaz's home, one last moment where they could turn back and still be completely innocent. But what fun was that? "You ready?" Alex asked Lina. "If he catches us remember our story. Somebody told us that he had the, um, the doohickey that Dr. Nesh needs. What was the doohickey again? It's been so long since I watched a primetime medical drama. I can't remember anything except suppositories, my mind's totally blanking."

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"I trust your scouting skills, ok? He'd probably be harder to find just by listening anyway, even with my incredible hearing." Lina knew that Kaz was air attuned as well so she knew how easy it was to stay silent if hidden. Plus it wasn't like she had any stakes in this hunt of theirs. She really appreciated Alex having her back when Jupiter came around and told him she owed him one. He seemed to have an idea for that favor very quick.

But she agreed because her encounters with Kaz were so brief, back in the world and here too so what was the harm of doing a little snooping? Clearly it was a compliment, she just wanted to get to know him!

"Let's go." She said as she took the first step across the threshold, as if she was expecting some elaborate boobytrap to go off once she did. But when nothing happened she happily skipped around the place looking around the rocks and crevices to see if anything caught her eye. "You think I know anything about doctor doohickies? The only thing I can think of is a stethoscope. So if we want to say that, otherwise you could throw any wild claim and I'll agree with you. Oh! Look at this!" She cooed excitedly, walking over to a rocky area where in the holes and gaps she started pulling out multiple pairs of sunglasses. "Holy shit, do you see how many he has? No wonder I haven't found any for myself he's hoarding them all!" She complained before putting a pair of pink heart shaped sunglasses on. "How do I look?"

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Lina's clear hesitation as she took that first step only validated Alex's own concern that the place would be rigged or trapped somehow, but it seemed that he hadn't had the time to set up a whole Holy Grail situation for them to Indiana Jones through. He followed her eagerly, looking around at the grotto with a long whistle. The sound got chewed up by the rockface, eaten instead of echoing, but that wasn't of much interest to Alex. Yet. He'd ponder the peculiarity of acoustics later. 

"I think you wanna know about doctor doohickies," Alex said teasingly. "Little birdies told me that you made passes at both the hot doctor guys. Did either of 'em bite yet? They seem like they might need some extra coaxing." But Lina had found something interesting, and as much as Alex loved gossip he loved the idea of pawing at Kaz's treasured belongings more. Kaz seemed like that kind of guy who lived a minimalist existence but had a few Pieces that had been carefully curated. 

And as Alex watched Lina excavating the sunglasses stash, he practically reeled in delight. "What a bitch!" he agreed, breathlessly, hopping over to poke through the collection and popping on a non-heart pink-framed pair to match her. "You look maaaahvelous, dahling! Not hard to do but those sunnies really bring out the--" Alex kissed his fingers, making a ping! sound, "--heart in your heart-eyes!" He idly tucked another pair (mirrored) into his pocket and kept scouting around. There wasn't much. "Either he hasn't been living here or it's routine for him to pack up and hide all his stuff," Alex said. "What a freak."

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Lina threw a glare Alex's way at his innocuous, playful remark. She was sure his little birdy was just him eavesdropping and while she respected the nosiness she wasn't in the mood to talk about her failed attempt to seduce the doctors of the island. "I don't think that's really important right now. Don't you have some junk to find?" She obviously deflected trying to shoo him off to look around the place some more. She didn't care what they were looking for or what was being found but for once she didn't want the conversation topic to be on her.

But the sunglasses were a good distraction. It felt like it would never end the amount that kept being revealed. She flashed a wide smile, placing her hand under her chin and tilting her head up to strike a little pose at the compliment. She didn't plan on taking the pair she had off but did admire a few other options while Alex continued to look around. "Honestly, like, paranoid much?" She snorted, as the person sitting in his place invading his privacy. "What exactly did he do again? Called you a hack or something? Did he use his air powers to slap you across the face? Cause I can tell you that shit hurts."

Lina didn't feel like moving from her spot but sat up again anyway with a couple sunglasses in her pocket and the heart shaped shades now resting on her head. "Tell me if you find anything good. See if he's one of those who keeps a diary or something to share all of his feelings that he doesn't tell anyone about so he can keep up the sexy, mysterious, brooding guy act."

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Ooooh, that irritation was very interesting. Alex's tally of Lina's success rate around the island was an informal one at best, whenever he happened to stumble upon some new information -- it was nowhere near as comprehensive as one might think. But clearly Lina was smarting about her failures, and clearly she thought that he knew about it and was itching to poke fun at her. Alex might have, if he thought he could get away with it. But they were already in the middle of a delicate situation, so he just shrugged and said, "Win some lose some, right? Besides, we all have an eternity of looking exactly as hot as we are right now. You'll get 'em in time."

Alex was pleased with how selfless and encouraging he was, and with the stash of sunglasses that just made it feel even better. Especially when he and Lina could bond on scoffing at the way Kaz chose to live his life. He bristled a little when Lina asked to be reminded of why Alex had beef with Kaz, and he said with only the tiniest bit of sourness, "I told him about the Netflix miniseries, how I was gonna play him in it, I was gonna be -- well, they changed his name to Kenzie Royal, I guess for legal purposes -- but yeah, I was gonna play the Kaz role. And he was such a dick about it! He said I was sure to suck and he said -- he said I wasn't hot enough to play him."

Even the memory was irksome, and Alex suddenly was smarting from it just as much as Lina was feeling slighted. He picked up the pace in hunting around, finally finding some kind of bag. It only had a few meagre items in it, but Alex brought it over for Lina to hold while he sifted the contents. Phone, iPod, boring; notepad, more interesting; zippo lighter, best of all.

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Lina wasn't sure how reassured she felt by Alex's encouragement. It took a bit longer than an instant for her to start thinking to herself, yeah! We're gonna be this hot forever! This is just a bit of unfortunate luck that will pass. And even then, she was really forcing herself to believe that. "You're right, you are just so right. Can't win them all! And getting worked up about it isn't gonna do me any favors. Besides we have possibly important things to find."

At Alex's explanation of why they were doing this, Lina knew to expect something petty. That was what they were, completely underhanded for the most unnecessary reasons. But when Alex told her what Kaz said, she snorted in amusement before immediately backpedaling. "Sorry, sorry, no that's not funny! That's such a conceited asshole thing to say! You're not hot enough,  you're plenty hot. If you couldn't pull off Kenzie Royal they wouldn't have hired you! What a tool." There, bring supportive was easy. 

She held onto the bag Alex found, peeking in as he rummaged through it, pulling out a few things, tossing them back in if he wasn't interested. "Hey, hey, pass me that, I wanna see that." She told him before he put the ipod back into the bag. It wasn't like there would be anything of note on there but Lina was really hoping to find some sort of hilarious showtunes or boy bands on his playlists. But before there was any time to even turn the thing on let alone snoop through the artists, something in the air felt off. She wondered if this was the soft, nearly impossible to pick up sound of an air attuned's natural gift of stealth. "I think he's back." Lina whispered so softly it might have been barely audible to Alex.

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Another sleepless night, but nothing unusual about it. Kaz waited for daylight to trek down the beach and set up fishing lines in the lazier spots of the tide. Eventually habit had Kaz checking on the surroundings and further afield with his hearing. 

He picked up on the two. Slagging him off, when they barely knew him-- but alright. Whatever. Then he realized exactly where they were sharing insults. 

Those motherfuckers. He began a quick glide back, even though Lina's air would likely sense Kaz was on his way. He slipped up the steep slope to the entrance of his hideaway and saw them. Helping themselves. Going through his shit. Like Kaz having net zero wasn't low enough for anyone, they had to root around for more. 

He leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms, attempting to keep a combustible anger from exploding. The hinge of his jaw locked tight. "Anything I can help you two find?" A pause. "Trespassing, stealing-- an interesting trajectory happening here." His attunement yanked at the dry bag to bring it to him, same with the glasses Lina wore. How deeply, inherently fucked up they were. "What the fuck are you doing?"

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Alex scoffed at Lina for a moment, clicking the zippo open and closed in rapid succession. "How could he be back? He's been off wherever it is he goes for ages. He's not even interested in being here anymore." All of this was wild speculation, considering Alex wasn't anywhere near knowing what Kaz's schedule and priorities were. And especially since Lina was air attuned and would know with far more certainty than he did -- in fact, the only reason he even knew she'd said anything was because he happened to look at her and see her lips moving.

So when Kaz's actual voice spoke up from the doorway, Alex jumped, dropping the lighter. He bent to scoop it up again immediately, using that moment to gather his composure again and decide on which way to play this. "We're not trespassing," Alex said, as he straightened up again, zippo tight in his palm. "This place is abandoned! We're canvassing to see if it's suitable for somebody to live in. Since you left it. And left all your crap, too--" Alex swiveled around, gesturing at nothing. "Nobody's a mind reader, Kaz. You keep disappearing and reappearing and expecting everything to be the same? Come onnnnnn."

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Lina expected Alex to have some faith in her as she quietly alerted him of Kaz's presence. Unfortunately it was harder to pick up his movements from further away so it kind of made things pointless. She knew he was here but there was no way to make an escape. So they just had to think on their toes.

At the sound of Kaz's voice, Lina raised her eyebrows at Alex as an 'i told you so' while he bounced around at the surprise of being caught. She tried to turn around with a smile on her face, but as she did the air snatched up her sunglasses from her and she watched them get sent straight into Kaz's hands. "Yeah, we were just having a look around! Alex mentioned this cool place that could have been a step up from our current place. It's so hard to tell when things have been left behind for good or not, how are we supposed to know?"

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These two were fucking children, and he was far from being a babysitter. Alex played it perhaps a little better than Lina. The overconfidence of an actor almost hitting their mark while ensuring their good side was towards the camera. (Tough, the guy really didn't have a good side at all).

Lina gave some bullshit excuse. "Oh? Most wouldn't consider this to be a step up from an actual building. How interesting..." He pocketed the sunglasses taken from her. And then, to answer both of them. "If all my 'crap' is still here, obviously I am too."

"But, since you two dipshits don't have a brain cell to spare between each other, I'll make this crystal clear: I. Live. Here. Easy, hm?" 

Alex had swept something off the floor as Kaz stepped through the door. Too clever in the scoop, too quick to rigidly stand back up... Kaz craned to see a tightly fisted hand at Alex's side. "The hell do you have?"

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Alex wasn't dissatisfied with his own fire attunement, not really, but -- knowing that Lina's air let her pick up on what everyone was saying even when they didn't want her to, and now seeing Kaz whisk things away from them with his air? He was feeling a considerable amount of envy. "You can't spare even one pair of your hoarded sunglasses for Lina? Not cool, man. Other people have eyes that need protection from the sun too and I bet you don't even wear half of these. It's just sheer meanness not to let her have one measly pair to stop her from having eyestrain or getting eye cancer." 

Alex sidled over to stand next to Lina, putting his hand protectively in the small of her back. Or rather: 'protectively', because he took that opportunity to slide Kaz's lighter down the back of her panties. "I don't have anything and I don't see why you're accusing me! I told you why we're here. It didn't seem like anybody lived here because you don't even HAVE much crap. So we can leave if you wanna keep squatting on this URL instead of letting other people use it."

Hopefully Lina knew how to walk with something concealed in her underwear. She seemed like that kind of girl. Alex huffed, nose in the air, and started edging towards the door. "Selfish," he chided Kaz again.

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"If you saw how tiny our place was, you'd understand." Lina replied back to Kaz's suspicion. She didn't even need to lie about that one! It wasn't that the place was bad, they definitely made it work but it could have been completely plausible that they'd take a nice wide open cavernous grotto over their little shack. Even she could admit that they gave off the vibes of a spoiled heir and heiress who needed more space for their big egos.

Crossing her arms across her chest, Lina nodded along as Alex reprimanded Kaz for his 'meanness' of not sharing even a single pair of sunglasses with her. She didn't realize that this show of support was to slip whatever Kaz saw him grab in her underwear but, okay, sure, fine, she could work with this. "Okay, look, how about a trade off? Those cute heart shaped sunglasses for your ipod that I have, and our total disappearance from here. That's like, such an easy deal for you. Getting us out of your hair and never coming back here for one pair of sunglasses? Come on."

She held out her free hand to Kaz with a smile on her face looking like she was already waiting expectantly for the swap. "Or, if you want just one of us back, I can always come back and sweeten the deal for you. Make up for the opportunity we missed at that music festival forever ago." She offered, having never been above offering up sex as a distraction and this seemed like as good a time as any if it meant they got out of here with minimal berating.

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Kaz recognized inane prattling to buy time when heard it. Why, though, was the question. What the hell were they up to? It certainly wasn't measuring windows for curtains, as they claimed. 

So he wouldn't entertain too much more of the talk. "Uh, if Lina had asked for a pair like a normal fucking person, if she decided not to be a fucking thief. Then yeah, maybe I would've given her a pair. I don't have much 'crap' but you sure as hell wanted to dig through it." To Lina, he feigned seriousness. "So sorry about the potential eye cancer." 

He scoffed at Lina's 'traded off' with a slow blink. "No, I'm not interested in anyone 'trading' for my own possessions." The fucking balls on this one. Lina's allusion to sex, well. He did stop to think about it ahhh... but no, no. 

"I want you both out. With empty pockets and empty hands--" said pointedly, "Alex." For fuck's sake, it really was exasperating. Anger barely covered. "Both of you. Show me."

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Alex had to admit, it was fascinating watching the two of them exchange their distinct brands of audacity. Lina, convinced that anybody in the world would be swayed by an offer of her body to the point where she would trade Kaz his own items for his own items; Kaz countering with mights and maybes as if those should be taken as a sure thing, just because he said so. 

If he wasn't wanting to escape this unscathed, Alex might have been tempted to just sic them on each other and enjoy the show.

But no, that lighter was in Lina's underwear and he wanted to fish it out as soon as possible so Kaz couldn't catch them in an act of bizarre theft, so Alex pushed himself bodily forward to turn out the pockets of his shorts, unbutton his tropical shirt, kick off his flip-flops. "You wanna inspect closer?" he asked Kaz cheerfully, reaching up to fold his ears over and turn his head each way. "I got no secrets! You can look all you want, Kaz, though I have to say--" Alex made a sad face, puppy dog eyes. "It's sad that you suspect your fellow islanders this way. Did somebody hurt your trust when you were little? It's okay. Your feelings are valid. But it's not healthy to live like this."

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"Well how was I supposed to ask when I didn't know you had them up until now? They were practically hidden that's not my fault!" She complained even though they all knew that it very much was. Well, it was more Alex's fault if anything since he's the one who wanted to come here but Alex wouldn't appreciate being thrown under the bus and Kaz wouldn't care whose idea it was so she kept it to herself.

As Alex put on his little show of showing off how he has absolutely nothing on him, Lina just meandered over considering she had something pressed against the small of her back, held there by the waistband of her underwear. She handed over the ipod in her hand to Kaz and then took the extra pair of sunglasses she had out of her pocket and handed that over as well before holding her hands up and walking backward as she moved away from him. "That's all I've got. Enjoy your monopoly on sunglasses, I guess." 

It didn't really matter what they said in their defense, Kaz was obviously pissed but Alex seemed to have gotten what he wanted out of this since it was hidden away on her. The plan now seemed to be just hit Kaz with whatever nonsense they could think of so that he would just shoo them out instead of searching any further. "Should we get you set up for a therapy session once you kick us out? It's nothing to be ashamed of, and I'm sure there's someone on the island that would be willing to analyze why you're so secretive and suspicious of people. I'll make sure to look into that for you, no need to thank me."

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The goal was not a strip search (unless absolutely necessary). Not interested in checking coin slots. The manner in which Alex flung off those flip flops felt particularly aggravating to Kaz. Other than a clench of a fist, he kept it to himself. 

All a big fucking act with Alex. With the both of them. He wanted them out. Without resorting to using his air-- no reason in giving these assholes more to gripe about, not if it wasn't needed. "Yeah. Trust broken, but didn't fling myself off a cliff about it." They threw plenty of jabs to get a rise out of him, so only fair Kaz do the same. Alex would probably return with how he flew like a dove or something equally dramatic. 

Lina lodged empty complaints, but did return what he thought to be the most important item, the ipod he pocketed. He popped the sunglasses on his head. "I will enjoy my monopoly, so very kind of you to say." 

His lips formed a flat line to match his expression, with all the heat at a boil in his eyes. He scanned them each over again. Lina tossed another remark out. "Mm, therapy would serve kleptos better, I think. Now fuck off." 

Kaz moved away from the door and to the contents of his bag spilled on his bedding. Scattered, disregarded, their grubby hands had been over it all. He frowned for a moment. There was something else important gone. It was possible he'd left it at his other camp. Unlikely, but possible. His mouth turned into a tight grin. "If I find anything else missing, like say... a Zippo. I'll be in touch."

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#[ interactions ! ] #[ alex woo ! ] #[ kaz raval ! ] #[ alex04 ] #[ kaz02 ] #thank you both maggie and nova for this ridiculous match up of people #kaz doesnt deserve this torment but this was so fun #looking forward to his revenge xD