summary: Billy never though that he could be a family man.
word count: 700
a/n: i NEEDED dad!billy so here’s a taste test of him
warnings: neil related memories
Billy had a vision of what his future would look like when he was older. Call it teenaged wanderlust, but he pictured himself in California, a terminal bachelor who had a revolving door of carnal escapades, someone who had the world falling at his feet.
Now by the ripe age of twenty-three, that vision had blown to bits and fell through his fingers. Neil had kicked him out the second he seemed healed enough to perform basic tasks. No job meant no money, and no money meant that Neil was able to rant and rave for hours before pulling out Billy’s dresser drawers and dumping the contents on the ground with a shrill “pack your shit and get out”.
Billy could still remember the ache in his chest and how his body protested at him for bending over to grab the clothes.
He found out that he actually had someone on his side that day. Max hadn’t cried at the fact that he was leaving, but she came shuffling into his room with trash bags, mumbling about Neil being an asshole. Billy had stiffly pulled her into his arms, both of them entirely rigid until Max’s shoulders softened under the weight of his arms. She gently raised her hand to place two gentle pats against back and that seemed to be enough for them.
Of course they weren’t inseparable best friends, but they felt more like siblings. Billy had never been a family man, but at that point, he’d started to consider that Max was the only family that he actually had at that point.
Billy had seen a lot of things since then too. He’d seen the kindness in people, as opposed to the selfishness. He’d seen other peoples’ struggles instead of just his own. And he had grown to see love. Real, honest, and true love. Somehow it had ended up right behind his front door.
Somehow it had taken the form of the girl with a giddy grin who was blowing her hair out of her face while holding the hands of your toddling child. A view he could see so perfectly from his spot in the opened doorway.
Billy could hear you cooing in a low singsong as you slowly guided the uneasy new steps and he felt a tightness in his chest. It had been so long since he’d seen a gentle kindness before you. He could barely comprehend how well things had worked out between the two of you. Everything had fallen into place, and he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that he quit waiting for the other shoe to drop.
A squeaky giggle pierced the air, a sound Billy never knew that he’d grow to cherish so much. He remembered being so petrified the first time he saw your baby, so tiny and sleeping so peacefully. His hands had shaken so much, he worried that he’d wake them when he took the cozy bundle in his arms.
Something in his heart changed that day, he knew that he’d do anything for the two of you. He vowed to never let his past haunt his future, he’d be the man that he you deserved and the father that your baby needed. And that’s what he’s done, dedicating his whole being to trying to give you the best lives possible, making sure that the two of you never needed for anything.
Billy could tell just by looking through the door that it was all worth it. His life was worth every bad moment that led up to the smiles on the faces of the loves of his life. He knew he’d do it all over again too, if it meant that this would always be the outcome.
Billy couldn’t express how happy he was, couldn’t be more grateful than he was right now. And he was never more glad that his plans fell through and never came true. Because now you were looking out at him, waving your baby’s hand in his direction and he knew that there was no better life than his. Absolutely nothing that he wanted more than this. And there was no better view than from his front porch looking in.
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so a huge part of me thinks that Eddie meets reader while they’re doing something super mundane
maybe he’s got this mindset that he’s gonna be someone’s knight in shining armor, but in reality he’s meeting you when he’s grocery shopping or watching you hang clothes on the line
if you’ve got flowers and braids in your hair, he’s getting shire vibes like “maybe now i know why samwise was so in love with rosie”
it takes him a while to finally come up and talk to you, but when he does oh boy does he flirt, he’s complimenting your outfits and treating you like royalty
like he’s just shy of taking off his jacket and laying it on a puddle for you. he carries you over the puddle
HE LETS YOU BRAID HIS HAIR “sweetheart, i love it…..i definitely look heavy metal.”
eddie likes practicing on his guitar while you tinker around in the kitchen and he is the biggest fan of anything you make
he is more than happy to paint your nails or to have you paint his
if you wear skirts he is definitely drooling over your thighs
summary: Lines have already been crossed in your friendship, but what happens when you add a new proposition? + Friends Support Friends
words: 3,058
a/n: nsfw content! i have been a monster for not updating but i’m trying. really i am. please enjoy
warnings: 18+ nsfw content, fingering f!receiving, p in v intercourse, unprotected (sorry, pls wrap it), minors do not enter
Now Billy Hargrove was definitely the type to whip through the empty Indiana backroads, California had taken its toll on him. He just had never been the type to speed because a girl had called his house after his late shift at work claiming that she needed him. But this wasn’t just any girl. It was you.
So, now here he was, speeding down some hick backroad, blaring Def Leppard loud enough to piss off the Hawkins nightlife, and praying that his locker room shower had been enough to rid him of the sickly chlorine smell from the pool.
And Billy had been so antsy recently. He’d kissed you, in retrospect that wasn’t really the worst thing that he had done to you, but he couldn’t think of that either. Not when he was driving forty over the speed limit and this town was known for kids going on late night bike rides.
It’d been weeks since then and he could still hear the sounds you made and taste you on his tongue. You acted none the wiser, you stayed exactly as you were with him. “Best friends” you’d like to remind him. Max had a field day when she heard you call him that, asking briskly if you’d be braiding his hair at your next sleepover.
He remembered scowling at your mischievous grin and the way you waggled your eyebrows at her comment. He also remembered having to excuse himself to his room at the thought of your hands tugging at his hair again.
His hands tensed against the steering wheel as he turned onto your street.
Billy’s frustration had been manifesting itself in the worst possible way recently, he was almost constantly hard. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to hang out at your house. Especially when you’d wear less and less with the warming weather, last weekend, you had only worn his shirt to bed and panties that he hadn’t secretly stolen yet.
He parked down the street, not so far that he couldn’t see your house, but far enough that he could sneak through your backyard without catching any attention to himself. His fingers were cold when he ran them over his face and he tugged down the front of his jeans to relieve some of the pressure before swinging open the car door.
Billy stalked through your yard, trying to be hasty and cussing at himself when he tripped over his own feet.
It was dark and he followed the light from your bedroom window. He could see you through the window, looking at your own reflection in your mirror and mouthing the words to what he thinks might be a Blondie song.
He knocked against the glass, snorting to himself when you jump and turn to look at him. He sees your eyes roll and a heartless attempt at fighting off the grin that catches your cheek.
You’re already reprimanding him before you even finish pulling the window open.
“I told you to come in through the front door, Hargrove.”
He’s quick to the punch when he replies, “You also told me that it was an emergency.”
Your jaw drops in a scoff and you turn as he pulls himself into your room.
“It was an emergency,” Billy’s eyes look over you quizzically and he quirks his eyebrow at you. “Really,” you offer, your arms push out in front of you and you twiddle your thumbs, “I’m home alone and I am in need of emergency company so I don’t freak myself out.”
His expression doesn’t change, “You’re such a princess.”
“How dare you!” Your hand lightly swatted at him and despite the glare that you shoot at him, you both end up laughing at each other.
A new dance had occurred in your friendship, one that made the line between friends and more than friends muddy. One that made the hand that you swatted him with squeeze his bicep before running down the length of his arm and grabbing his hand. Your fingers laced with his and you tugged him towards you a bit.
“Are you gonna stay tonight?”
Billy looked over your face, smirking to himself. “I always stay with you. You made me promise that we were friends.”
“I didn’t make you, you just did because it’s true and you can’t live without me.”
His dimple began to show, but he didn’t say anymore. He instead lead you to your bed and had you sit while he turned on the television. He flicked through the vhs tapes that sat beside it, picking a movie and starting it before coming to set beside you.
His boots thudded as he kicked them off onto the floor. And he lifted himself a bit so that he could flip the light switch.
You liked how comfortable he was able to get with you now, how you hoped that he felt more at home with you than with anyone else. In the new darkness, you felt him cuddle in beside you.
The movie started slowly and unfortunately wasn’t doing its job at catching your attention. From your laying position, your eyes trailed around the room. Nothing took interest until you saw Billy’s hand. His fingers were lazily thrumming against the wooden foot of your bed and every now and again his middle and pointer finger would draw a circle before thrumming again.
Your mind drifted back to his mouth and fingers working in tandem against you and you felt your face grow hot. Warmth had begun to fill your stomach and you gave an experimental squeeze of your thighs.
Billy noticed the movement and moved his free hand to rest on one of the ankles that you had unceremoniously thrown into his lap once you both got comfortable. His thumb grazed over the skin there and you felt goosebumps prickle your skin.
The inner turmoil began to reach its head.
“Billy.”
His head turned to you before his eyes did, trying to catch just a few more seconds of what was on the screen. When he caught your gaze, you felt your breath stutter and your words fail.
“Have you-,” you stopped, contemplating the next few words that were looming in your mind, “Have you thought about that night?”
He pretended not to know, tilting his head despite the fact that his hands had gone entirely still. “Which night?”
“The night that you dug through my bedside drawer.” He continued to play coy, “The night that you fucked me with your mouth, William.”
Billy’s hand tensed on your ankle, he didn’t look at your face but he nodded in response. You took that as a good enough answer.
“Have you ever thought about doing more?”
His snapped over to your face and his eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”
You tried to calm your racing thoughts, you wanted to sound more composed than you felt.
“You’re my best friend,” that was a start, he squinted at you, “you’re my best friend and I trust you more than anyone. And, I don’t know, Billy. I’ve been thinking about that night and how it made me feel.”
Billy only nodded in response, you could tell that he was in his thoughts. Debating on what he’d say when you finished your little speech.
You wanted to deflect, you knew Billy really wasn’t going to spill his guts in some over the top “chick-flick” gesture. You’d already caught acknowledgment of his fondness for you, and it usually didn’t come easily.
“It’d be a lot easier to get off without all the extra strings, and you were right about the toy,” Billy grinned in spite of himself, he’d never give up the opportunity to be right. “It’s also easier than getting a boyfriend or you being at risk of getting cooties,” he pinched your skin at that.
“I won’t get cooties and you won’t get a boyfriend if you keep hanging around me.”
“I know,” you agreed gently, “You’d get too jealous over me.”
Billy didn’t bother disagreeing with you, but his hand teased closer to your kneecap. He opened his mouth to speak, but ran his tongue over his teeth instead. His free hand swiped over his hair, “What exactly are you suggesting, Princess?”
You sat up, your hands moving to fiddle with his fingers that rested on your knee, “A mutually beneficial part two, I guess.”
“You want us to fuck each other,” Billy deadpanned.
“But I don’t want to ruin our friendship!”
It looked like he was mulling it over and you could feel his hips shift from beneath your legs. His smirk was primal, when he moved his face closer to yours, “You coulda told me that you wanted me to fuck you.”
You let go of his hand in favor of reaching up to his jaw, your thumb teased his lower lip. “I did, and you chose to use this pretty mouth on me.”
His pupils were blown and you could feel a new pressure against the back of your legs, but he still felt the need to stick his tongue out and lick your finger that rested on him.
Your thumb slipped higher, the pad of it pressing against his lower teeth, you could feel his light panting when he nipped at the skin. He was already glancing down to your lips by the time you asked if he was going to kiss you again.
“Do you want me to?” Billy wanted to hear it, for real this time. He wanted to know that you wanted to kiss him, that you wanted him pressed against you in every way.
“Please kiss me, Billy.”
He maneuvered himself so quickly that it made you breathless. Your thighs hooked over his hips and his arm under your lower back held you in an arch while he rolled against you.
Billy’s lips met yours in a bruising press and he waited for you to gasp to sweep his tongue into your mouth. Your hands tucked into his hair, earning a pleased groan from him.
You could feel the heat growing in your belly again, more so when Billy kissed down the side of your throat, stopping to nibble and suck at the skin there. He knew you’d be pissed at all the dark marks, but he never left them on anyone else regardless of how much he loved to see them.
“Lemme strip,” you huffed as he furthered his trail downward. He nodded, helping to pull you upwards into his lap so that you could take your shirt off. His eyes locked down on your chest and his hands raised to swipe and grope you over the cups.
“You too, Bill. It’s not mutual if I’m the only one without clothes.”
Billy grumbled out what sounded like an apology to your chest before he pecked one of your newly pebbled nipples and laid you back down onto the bed. You rested on your elbows so that you could watch him take his clothes off.
His fingers fumbled with his belt before he looked at you through his lashes, “Are you sure about this?”
You wanted to snip at him, something that would fit your playful banter with him, but you couldn’t. You were serious, you didn’t want him to question how you viewed him.
You sat up and replaced his hands with yours over his belt, you couldn’t look into his eyes when you said this. “Billy, I’m really sure. I know you’re gonna take care of me better than anyone in this stupid town. And I’m going to take care of you, right? It’s better than toys and better than fucking around with randoms.” Your fingers worked deftly with the belt, “We’re better for each other than anyone, really.” The sentence was punctuated with the snap of the belt being pulled from the loops.
Billy grinned like a cheshire cat as he kicked free of his pants and boxers. You held his eye contact, instead of looking down at him. He could tell that you were trying to maintain your composed air, he knew that he’d break you out it.
“Lean back,” he instructed while his fingers pressed against the top of your shoulder. When your back was laid flat, he rubbed his hands up over your thighs and gave testing squeezes to your hips and to the sides of your belly before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs.
Billy stared down at you, lightly smacking the outside of your thigh so that you’d spread open more for him.
“Those are my favorites of yours,” he praised, his index finger pressing into your core over the black lace of your panties. He could feel how wet you were through the fabric and he felt his cock jump at the thought of what he’d get to do to you.
You whined as he applied more pressure. “I know they are,” your hips shifted so that he pull your panties down your legs, “I had to steal them back from your house.”
Your legs fell back open and Billy stood to admire the view. His fingers swiped through your folds and you hissed when his middle and ring fingers dipped into you. He curled and thrusted his fingers into you just until you started to rut your hips into his palm.
You nearly growled at him when he pulled his fingers from you, opting to pop them into his mouth and suck them clean. “I knew you were a fucking tease.”
He glared down at you, before grabbing your thighs and pulling you to him. “Quit bitching,” he huffed as he rubbed the tip of himself against you, “I gotta make nice with her before I fuck her.”
Billy’s shallow thrust into you knocked the words out of your throat, replacing it with a pitiful whimper. He gently shushed at you, rubbing his hands over your thighs and trying to steady his breathing. He leaned into you as he bottomed out, pressing your chests together and nuzzling his nose against the side of your cheek while he breathed hard through his nose.
You could feel the slight burn of how he stretched you in such a satisfying way, he was right, your toy had nothing on him. Your hips shifted and he let out a low pitched hum, “Billy, please.”
“Please what, baby?” He managed to tease.
His gaze lifted to yours and he watched your brows pinch together when he gave a slow roll of his hips.
You pouted up at him, clenching yourself on him to spur him to move. “Fuck me, Billy, please.”
“Awe,” he cooed at you mockingly, before rutting into you and placing a deep kiss onto your mouth, “You’re such a pretty thing, with such pretty manners.”
You glared up at him, “Fuck y-,” you were cut off by a sharp yelp when he set his brutal pace. He pulled a pillow from the head of your bed and slid it under your hips while he pulled almost completely out before slamming his hips to yours.
You were nearly babbling in response to the filth that was dripping from Billy’s tongue in between his heady grunts and panting. He had drug your arms over your head to hold with his hand and was praising your pussy like it had been made for him.
“Such a perfect cunt,” Billy whined into the side of your neck, while moving his thumb to draw lazy patterns over your clit.
You loudly whined out when he asked you how you felt, “So good.” Billy’s ego inflated at how worn your voice sounded, “Billy, I feel so full.”
“Baby,” he purred easily, you keened at the petname, “tell me where you want me to cum or else you’re gonna feel way more full.”
You whined loudly at that, imagining Billy pressed against you, fucking his cum deeper into you and growling out his praises.
“Inside,” it sounded breathless, you could feel your walls fluttering around him and Billy had started pressing into the part of you that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Cum inside me.”
“Thank god, Princess.”
He followed the same pattern, angling his his hips and earning high pitched moans from your pouted and opened lips. He leaned to kiss you and released your hands which you used to rake down his back. You nearly sobbed into his mouth as you felt yourself tense at the peak of release.
The stutter of his hips against yours had you both panting into each other’s mouths, riding out your highs together and desperately clinging onto one another as Billy seated his hips against yours to rub his pelvic bone against your clit while he pressed his cum into you.
You both hissed at the over sensitivity when he finally pulled out of you. He stared down in adoration as he watched his cum slip from where he’d pumped it so deeply into you. Your leg twitched to kick at him when his finger wiped up the lost cum and pushed it back into you.
Billy knelt down to pick up the scattered clothes and he pressed a kiss to the outside of your knee. “Do you wanna get a shower?” he asked, already heading towards your bedroom door. You lazily nodded at him and he slipped out of the door.
You could hear his footfalls in the nearly silent house and when the spray of water hit the tiles on the floor of the shower. You’d nearly dozed off by the time he came to bring you to the bathroom.
It was so intimate, already crossing the borders of your new agreement when he loosely pulled your hair up with a clip and helped you step into the shower. He stood in front of the spray so that you wouldn’t have to worry about being pelted and he used your shampoo on his hair and placed your favorite body wash into your opened hand.
Billy knew that he didn’t have to wipe his sudsy hands against your back or rub the muscles there, he knew that it was more than friendly but he also didn’t care about that. He’d take whatever you were willing to give him, even if it was only best friends with added benefits.
summary: Eddie Munson knew that there was something special about 1986.
word count: 2,038
a/n: I am living in my own delusion, he’s okay. I love him, he’s safe.
warnings: some curse words, suggestive content, other than that, none. i tried to keep this gender neutral but i did mention pantyhose. also eddie calls reader “Honey”
Eddie Munson was a huge pain in the ass, less so when he was learning your favorite songs on his guitar and more so in times like these when you were trying to fix his hair and he was pressing you against the side of your car and sucking love bites onto your throat.
His fingers were pressed just tight enough against your hips to make your head fuzzy and his puppy eyes feigned innocence when you glared at him and tugged a strand of his curled hair to watch him wince.
“You’re not going to make us late to this thing, Eds. I swear I’ll kick your ass.” You both knew it was a half done threat. In reality he wouldn’t have to try too hard at all to bend you over the hood or even to convince you to walk back into your house with a trail of clothes behind you.
“I feel like I can think of something a million times more fun than what we’ve got planned, Honey,” Eddie’s fingers began to skim the collar of your top and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “we both know that you can’t resist me.”
You only grumbled in response, swatting his hands away and shaking your head to free you from the immoral thoughts running rampant through your head.
You looked down at his feet so that he couldn’t see your face. A strained breath was forced from between your lips and you forced a smile down, knowing that it would only encourage his behavior. “Get in the car, Eddie.”
“But-“
“Nope.” You popped the P and used your hand to make a loose fist that you pressed against his sternum to gently push him away from you, “Car. Now.”
He lightly huffed because you didn’t give in. But still he took a few steps back, only waiting long enough for you to turn before he moved forward again to open the car door for you. You rolled your eyes at his toothy grin and chuckled out your thanks to him.
The key was already in the ignition and the car was lowly rumbling when he climbed into the passenger seat. His legs were uncomfortably squished against the dash almost comically and he yelped when you leaned over and pulled the lever to shoot the seat back. His hand clutched over his heart and he panted like he’d just run a marathon.
You sheepishly grinned at him, “Sorry, the ‘ole girl is used to shorter passengers.”
“I know,” he muttered feigning annoyance, “you’re the shorter passenger.”
You waved off his comment with your hand, already dismissing him when you knew he was going to say something about driving himself.
“I’m driving because today is your day,” you quipped, pulling out of your driveway. He rolled his eyes and the side of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, you pursed your lips back at him. “Okay, how about “I’m driving because I look adorable behind the wheel of my car”?” You bared your teeth in a cheesy grin at him for a split second before turning to look back at the road.
You heard him scoff out a little laugh and saw his fingers dance on the stereo’s volume dial, “It sucks that you’re right about being adorable, Honey.”
A content little hum left you and you relaxed a bit in your seat. Eddie had chosen a metal station, maybe not the most calming, but if it was him, if it was Eddie choosing it, then it was perfect.
His one hand tugged at the loose threads at the knee of his pants, it was a nervous habit. You stole nearly a million glances at him through the corner of your eye. He was so pretty sprawled out and watching the trees pass out the window.
“I love you, Eddie.”
It was quiet, but you knew he heard it by the way he sat up to look at you.
He began to open his mouth, but you spoke first, “I mean it, more than anything.” Your thumbs rubbed circles into the material on the steering wheel, “I know we tease each other a lot, but I want to be serious with you.”
Eddie nodded, his eyes never left the side of your face.
You pondered over your words for a moment. A huge part of you knew it was all going to sound earnest and mushy, “I want you to know that I’m proud of you, I’ve never felt about anyone how I feel about you.”
You pulled your lower lip in between your teeth to nibble at it, still making sure to watch the road, “I know that some people didn’t see you for who you are, Eddie, and they’ll all regret that someday, but for now,”you worried about rambling too much, but the words wouldn’t stop tumbling out. “For now, you have me. And I’ll be here with you for as long as you’ll have me.”
Eddie looked…well he looked normal, just like you’d mentioned the weather.
“Stop the car.”
You shot him a puzzled look, slowing the car a bit, “Why?”
His eyebrows slightly furrowed and he repeated himself.
What the fuck? You said over and over in your head, as you found a break in the trees to pull into. You didn’t think you said anything bad, maybe cheesy but not enough to warrant this.
As soon as the car was parked, Eddie slung the door open and stepped out. He dipped his head through the window long enough to say, “You comin’?”, when you didn’t follow.
You silently threw your hands up in exasperation at the steering wheel, as if it had been the one to slight you. Regardless, you followed and attempted to not completely soak your new shoes in muddy gravel.
When you were close enough, Eddie turned to you, his expression softened and he dropped to one knee.
“Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah, big boy,” You immediately stuttered, attempting to pull him back up, “Ed’s, what the fuck are you doing?”
His eyes got big and he rolled them for emphasis, “Gimmie a minute and I’ll tell ya, Honey.”
Cautiously, you dropped your hands from where they were tugging at him. He gave a tight-lipped smile and thanked you.
“Now, before you so rudely interrupted,” he chided with a playful glare, “I know what it looks like, but, contrary to your belief, this is not a proposal-“
You gave him a pointed look and gestured to his kneeling position.
“-Okay, it’s kind of a proposal, but it’s more of a promise.”
“So like a proposal.”
“No, not like a, well yes, but,” he huffed. “Just be quiet for a second.”
You smirked in spite of yourself, unable to not think the reaction was oddly endearing.
Eddie looked up to the sky as if he was praying, “Jesus H. Christ, you made me leave an hour early for this shit and we’re still going to be late.”
“What I wanted to say is that I’m not asking you to marry me, at least not yet,” he gently grabbed your left hand, pulling it towards him, “This is my promise that I’m yours too, forever or at least until you’re annoyed with me and run off.”
You chuckled despite the fact that you were now pouting and trying not to cry, you knelt down in front of him, not caring that you’d have to shuck your pantyhose off in the car due to the new stains on the knees.
“Eddie, I’m already annoyed with you.” He gasped in mock hurt, jerking your hand towards him to lay over his heart. Your fingers splayed out so that you could feel in thud beneath your fingertips, “But I’ll never ever run off. Not unless you’re with me.”
“So, that’s a yes?” he had one eyebrow cocked up and a confused look on his face.
You softened your expression, “It’s a,” you fiddled with your class ring, pulling it from its place on your finger and pushing it onto the only finger of his that would fit, “Don’t take this ring off of your huge ass pinkie and I’m yours.”
He affectionately looked down at his little finger, at his new prized possession. His little Honey’s heart wrapped around him and everyone could see it.
“You took my idea,” he nearly whispered.
“Oh, c’mon you big baby. You can still do it,” you encouraged, waggling your fingers at him.
He halfheartedly grumbled under his breath while pulling the black stone ring from his finger, “As long as you’ll have me,” he promised, easily slipping the ring onto your middle finger, “I’m yours.”
You looked down to admire the ring, “It’s loose,” he added in warning.
“It’s perfect,” you reached out to cup his cheek and pressed your lips against his in a dizzying kiss. When you pulled away, you checked your watch and cursed before pulling Eddie up with you, “We’re gonna be late!“
You were late. Fortunately not by too much time because Eddie forced you into the passenger seat, but enough that Eddie had to fight through rows of seating and you had to find Eddie’s group of friends and his Uncle Wayne.
“What in hell we’re you two doing?” Dustin asked when you finally sat down.
You swiped the palms of your hands over your, now bare, thighs. “We were…talking.”
Dustin looked you over, probably noting your blushed cheeks and pants of breath. He had no idea that it was from running from the car through the parking lot. He said nothing but let out a low gag.
“Not that, you ass” you snipped with a laugh, swatting at his arm, “I mean actually talking. I told him that I’m proud of him, after what happened I just needed him to know that.”
Dustin silently nodded, taking your hand and giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. He knew how you felt, maybe not exactly but he had stayed with you and cried over Eddie when you had to pull his limp and bloody body into his neighbor’s wheelbarrow in the Upside Down.
“We didn’t lose him, look at where he is now.”
And you did.
There was Eddie, your broken and saved and heroic Eddie, wearing a green cap over his unruly curls and a green gown over his black, ripped jeans and Hellfire shirt. He had a diploma in one hand and with the other he was holding his middle finger up to Principal Higgins.
Uncle Wayne sniffled from beside you and when you looked over he had a puzzled look on his face, he rubbed his whole hand over his face and cleared his throat. He looked at you, “Had something caught in my eye,” he was covering, you could tell, “I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy.”
You used your free hand to rub his shoulder, “I love him too, Uncle Wayne. You raised him so well.”
He nodded, pulling his lip between his teeth and turning his head. You squeezed his shoulder before dropping your hand back down. If that was all praise that you could give him for now you’d give it, just to let him know that you were thankful for what he’d done for Eddie.
You heard gasps from a few rows over and Eddie excitedly yelling, “Sorry, I have people to see!”
When he finally stumbled over to your group he looked over all of the people who were there for him. Patiently sat was the entirety of Hellfire, including both Sinclairs, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, and then his family, you and his Uncle Wayne. He shrugged at you all, a failed attempt at masking his excitement.
After the ceremony, Nancy and Jonathan needed photos, nearly a million. Photos of Eddie with everyone, they reminded how important these memories were as they posed him.
The favorites though were of you and Eddie, one where you both were recreating his middle finger to Principal Higgins and the other where Eddie had you dipped low in a searing kiss, his hat half thrown into the air and both of your rings glinting from the setting sun.
Can u make headcanons where the reader is Eddie’s best friend and she’s dating Billy ? And the bullies at school like Carol picking on her calling her freak and such names?
But actually the reader is a very cool person and she’s not a freak or a nerd at all
pairings: billy hargrove x reade,r eddie munson x bestfriend!reader
a/n: probably didn’t come off as “cool” as i’d hoped
I’m thinking Billy probably met reader outside of the arcade when he was dropping Max off and he was super interested because he hasn’t really seen them around school. Also maybe he intended to just sleep with them and call it quits but something keeps calling him back.
*Billy has no idea what he’s doing walking over to the “freaks” table
*He can hear Munson cackling already, which would definitely deter him if not for the fact that you sat right beside him
* a cheery smile was on your face, it was a delicate contrast to the expressions on your companions, even though your outfits matched their dark aesthetic
* His boots thudding on the concrete floor, Munson already cutting his laughter to glare at him
* You’re putting a hand out to Eddie, reassuring him that all is well and that this is the guy you’ve been seeing
* and Munson just nods, he doesn’t even try to convince you how bad Billy is (probably because he knows we’ll enough that you can take care of yourself)
* and low key it annoys Billy how some people can just let things be, i mean he didn’t even like that your best friend was a guy
* But Munson says nothing, not even to make a smartass comment about basketball, maybe you just brought out the best in people
* Billy bounces on his feet and looks around, it’s bad enough Carol and Tommy were already on his ass about hanging out with you. He didn’t want to imagine what they’d say about him standing like a dumbass at your table
* He lightly taps his knuckles against the table twice, mutters a quick “okay, see you at eight”, and walks off
* Eddie is slightly amused, he has to be honest. Billy does not seem like he’d go after a Hellfire girl, but he can see why he’d go after you
* He still hopes that you won’t get hurt, whether or not you have the same personality as him, he knows how people talk about him and the people who are associated with him
* Carol already has a sneer on her face when Billy walks up
* “Don’t fucking start, Perkins.”
* “I’m not the one fucking some freakish whore.”
* Billy is annoyed and frustrated with her. She really ran her mouth too much for someone with no redeemable qualities.
* “She isn’t any of that shit, watch your mouth.”
* Fortunately she does, but only after Tommy gives her a pointed glare.
* Eight o’clock finally rolls around and Billy is sitting in his Camaro, repeatedly checking his watch and staring holes into the front doors of the school.
* Your car isn’t in the lot, so he assumes that Munson took you home and brought you back for this “Hellfire” thing
* How long does that shit take anyway?
* Somehow it’s all worth it when you come giddily strolling out of doors. You’re half-turned towards the group and you’re giggling over something (he thinks it’s) Gareth said
* When you finally get into the car, you give him a peck on the lips before starting to ramble about the guys’ campaign
* He looks at you, while your hand are animatedly moving, “Are you really into that kinda stuff?” He didn’t mean it to sound as rude as it probably came off
* You shrugged and gave a half-smile, “Maybe, I know Ed’s into it and I go to watch and play music for them but i don’t really play myself. He’s got the biggest Metallica collection I’ve ever seen.”
* He just nods at you and looks at the road ahead of him
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thinking about how feral sex with billy AND eddie would be. eddie’s been your friend forever and he’s gently kissing your neck and complimenting you while billy just fucking devours you. a very impressed “huh, good one, munson” when billy sees handcuffs. and eddie probably starts fucking you so gently cause he’s a giver (<3) and billy is egging him on telling him “i know that they’re pretty as a doll, but they’re not glass. fuck them the right way, freak”. (eddie does confirm that it’s okay with you) but he goes to town, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder and telling you how great you look while youre trying not to sob because if you do, you know billy is gonna do his damnedest to get a bigger reaction +++ billy and eddie teasing and mocking eachother +++ also i eddie is a perv and billy WILL hold your arms behind your back while eddie licks their cum off of you
this is probably so weird but could u write headcanons for eddie and steve (separately) with a gf that just bites things😭 like sometimes she’ll just bite their biceps or hands sometimes for no reason?
a/n: I love this idea! I definitely have cuteness aggression so I totally understand!
Okay so I truly, honestly 100% believe that any of the guys would be into it, now with ranging levels of enthusiasm
Steve
Steve is truthfully a little confused with how you went from staring at him and cuddling him to just holding his forearm to your mouth and gently biting the skin there
you (if this is a new occurrence) immediately feel embarrassed, your eyes getting wide and trying to wipe the spit off of his arm and apologizing
but he does want you to feel bad and it didn’t hurt …if anything it made his belly stir and 👀 something else stir
so he’s just trying to comfort you and when he finds out (because he either looked it up or asked because he’s curious) that it’s because you think he’s too cute HE IS DYING
it turns into an unspoken thing where you two are just flirting or cuddling or watching a movie and he just lets you nibble on whatever part of his arm is closest to you
if anything, he really starts to seek it out. like he needs the biting for his own comfort
he is also %100 percent either petting your head or giving you a nickname like “pup” and says shit like “i’m just a chew toy”
Eddie
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my heart believes that eddie cannot help getting horny over little things
literally you can do anything and he’s like “sorry, need a bathroom break”
whoops you bent down in front of him,,, hes gone for ten minutes. you said something smartass to him….he needs time to…recuperate. don’t get him started on when he saw you swimming and the water was dripping down your neck and over your chest and ……
..so biting..
like i’m thinking y’all are sitting on the couch with your legs over his lap and his arm in your lap cause you were playing with his rings and then your mind blanks and then you’re just gently holding the knuckle of his middle finger in between your teeth
i’m sorry . he yelps when you bite him
he can’t help it, hes touch-starved and i definitely think perverted
it’s worse when he feels how his finger got wet
AND WHEN YOU KISS IT BETTER
he doesn’t mean to sexualize it and even if you are dating, he feels so guilty and hes beet red and embarrassed cause it immediately had a downstairs effect on him
now it could go two ways, if you’re not wanting it to be sexual then you best believe he’s doing mental olympics to keep you comfortable cause he needs your happiness like air.
but if you’re cool with it being sexual then….well prepare to be bent like a pretzel
he’s already obsessed with you, and your mouth
biting becomes a norm, i’m sure. but it would definitely become encouraged during …private times
i also really think that eddie would also have the same attachment like he’s so used to your biting that it easily becomes a second nature for him too