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Summary: What it would be like to spend the night with the young adults of Stranger Things
Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington
Warnings: Mention of alcohol, barely edited
A/n: This took ages to write b/c I didnât know what to write but also I have been so busy with work it isnât funny. Itâs my own fault though b/c I donât know how to say no to my boss. I did almost get rid of Jonathan for this b/c I had absolutely no idea what to write for me. Iâm not a Jonathan girl, I donât hate him, I just donât see what Nancy sees. Iâm try to work on some stuff tonight after work b/c I know I need to. Honestly, I doubt I will be on here as much until I start working part time b/c it is so hard to find the time to write when Iâm working six days a week.
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Billy Hargrove: The first night the two of you spent the night together was at your house and it was very spur of the moment. You were both quiet drunk and decided it was safer to walk to your house then let Billy behind the wheel. You were kinda nervous about it, but tried not to think too hard about it as you both climbed into your small bed. You were afraid one of you would fall off in the middle of the night, but Billy pulled you snug against him, caging you in his arms.Â
Eddie Munson: Your parents were gone for the weekend and you decided to spend the night at Eddies. You assumed you were going to be sleeping on the couch or thatâs where youâd pass out at, but that didnât happen. He didnât see any reason why the two of you couldnât share a bed. For once, Eddie had actually washed his sheets (not just because you were spending the night, but it was a plus) and made his bed. You both mainly kept to your sides of the bed simply because you both slept differently, but in the middle of the night you both drifted towards each other and woke up in each others arms.
Jonathan Byers: You practically lived at the Byersâs house and Joyce never minded you spending all day there. You were practically part of the family, or at least thatâs what Joyce had told Jonathan once when she mentioned that you were always welcome to stay for dinner. So it was no shock that Joyce was okay with you spending the night. The first time you did was while Joyce was working late, leaving Jonathan and you in charge of Will. You both made dinner and then drove Will to Mikeâs house to play D & D. It was a good thing Joyce was going to pick him up on her way home because not long after, you and Jonathan were sound asleep on his bed, the Clash playing in background.
Nancy Wheeler: You had no intention of spending the night at Nancyâs house. You were both just going to work on homework (more like Nancy was forcing you to work on all your late work) and then you planned on going home. But neither of those things really happened. You were both sitting on her bed, papers spread out in front of you guys as your eyelids grew heavy while reading over your Biology paper. You leaned back against one of her pillows and closed your eyes to give them a rest, which lasted longer than you expected. Seeing how quickly you fell asleep, Nancy didnât bother to wake you as she gathered up all the random papers and placed them on her desk. And she tried her best to be quiet as she attempted to get you under the covers and get herself ready for bed. Once she was under the covers, Nancy kissed the corner of your lips before she felt your arms wrap around her.
Robin Buckley: The first time you spent the night with Robin was totally on accident. You were watching a movie at her house and, since her parents werenât home, you were both cuddling on the couch. You were leaned against a stack of pillows while Robin was laying between your legs, her head on your stomach. Half way through the movie, you dosed off but Robin couldnât close her eyes until the end credits. Sheâd promised Steve that she would watch the movie and, to prevent him from giving her shit for not watching it, she had to be awake until the end. But once the credits started, she snuggled against you and fell asleep.Â
Steve Harrington: It was after a date, Steve had taken you to see a movie you were really excited about it. What neither of you knew was just how long it would be and you were barely able to keep your eyes open half way through it. But you both managed to stay awake and you clung on to Steve as you exited the theater, ready to hit your pillow. Steve drove you home and didnât intend to spend the night. So, he got you inside and helped you to your room where you flopped onto your soft bed. He was about to say his goodbyes and leave before you reached for his wrist and muttered, âStay.â He couldnât say no to that and told himself that heâd just stay until you fell asleep, but that didnât happen.Â
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Summary: What it would be like to date Billy Hargrove
Billy Hargrove x Reader
Warnings: Mention of abuse
A/n: So theres a small part of this that is f!Reader, but blink and you miss it so just ignore it, I forgot while I was writing it and I donât feel like fixing it. Unless I do then ignore this. Idk why but Iâm on a Billy kick right now and could just write for his for days. But Iâve been listening to Maya Hawkeâs music the past few days and Robin is starting to looks pretty good. Anyway, I will probably be doing a bunch of headcanons for Stranger Things since I made a list of once I want to do and if there are any you would like pls let me know bc I would love to do them.
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When you first began dating Billy, you werenât even sure if you guys were dating.Â
He wasnât one for serious relationships and had no issue letting you know that, yet you guys would go on dates all the time and spend most of your free time together.Â
You werenât sure if that was because you guys had the same friends, so you were around each other anyway or what was going on.Â
It stressed you out to say the least.
It especially didnât help when everyone around you believed that you guys were dating. You were pretty sure that you and Billy were a thing, but not a serious enough thing to be considered dating.
What really confused you was that when youâd go to parties with him, heâd use the âdonât flirt with my girlfriendâ line to get guys to leave you alone, but then heâd never mention anything about it afterwards.
So after one of these times, you took matters into your own hands and asked him about it. âWhy do you do that?â
âDo what?â he asked as he shoved his way through the crowd to get a beer.
âTell anyone that flirts with me that Iâm your girlfriend,â you told him as you tried to keep up.
He turned to face you with a raised brow. âBecause you are.â
Wide eyed, you didnât what to say for a moment before you said, âWell, maybe you should let me know that.â
Miscommunication would be a big thing in your relationship and that would just be the start of it.
It wouldnât be on purpose, Billy would just forget to mention things because heâd never had to share much information with anyone else.Â
Like heâd never tell you if he was hanging out with his friends, heâd just say he was busy. And heâd never tell you if basketball practice was going to run longer than usual or if there was a weekend game.Â
He kept his schedule to himself, something he was used to because of his dad. It was better to say he would be busy than go into detail about what when it came to his father.
As irritating as it was for Billy to shrug off telling you what he was up to, you tried to help him get better at communicating. Usually youâd just ask him what he was busy with until heâd tell you and it helped that you would share what youâd be up to.
There would be plenty of times you guys would drive around to waste time. Driving made Billy feel free, so heâd gladly waste gas, especially if you were sitting beside him.
You would always bring a bunch of cassette tapes and play random ones you thought heâd enjoy.
Sometimes the drives would end at Loverâs Lake. Youâd both just sit quietly, watching the water while Billy smoked a cigarette and the radio quietly played the newest hit.Â
Or you two would be in the back seat doing things you didnât want any one to see.Â
Rarely did you go over to his house and it was usually when no one else was home.
For a long time, you didnât know why you never spent time there. It wasnât something youâd thought about until you saw his dad and step mom at a school event and you realized that youâd never met them. You wanted Billy to introduce you to them but he flat out refused.Â
That stung and it made you feel like he was ashamed of dating you or that you were some sort of secret. But you eventually found out why.
It was a Wednesday night and youâd just finished up dinner with your family when there was a knock on the door. You opened it to find Billy standing there with a nasty bruise on his face. You fussed over him as you pulled him inside but didnât think too much of it considering heâd had basketball practice earlier.Â
It wasnât until you were alone with him in your room that he told you whatâd happened. Max had run off somewhere with her friends, something kids did all the time, and his dad was furious about it. It was somehow Billyâs fault that no one knew where Max was, somehow his fault that he wasnât informed of her whereabouts even though he had still been at practice. He didnât go into too much detail, but suddenly you understood where the bruise had come from and why youâd never met his father.Â
From that point on, Billy spent a lot more time at your house. He was often there for dinner and would spend the weekends there when he could.
There came a point when your mom didnât even ask you if Billy was coming over for dinner, she just assumed that he would and would have a place set for him at the table.Â
You never pressed him about what was going on with his family or where his mom was. Over time, he slipped those details into conversation and he began to open up more.Â
Billy would often get jealous, most of the time it was for no reason. He was just used to things being taken from and so that made him extremely protective of what was his. He rarely displayed his jealously, only making small remarks about it.
If he was in a really good mood, Billy would let you drive his Camaro. Of course, only if you knew how and it wouldnât be for long distances. But if he knew it would make you happy, heâd let you take it for a spin.
If you didnât know how to drive, he would say a small prayer before handing you the keys and showing you how to drive it. He would be an excellent teacher and be extremely patient with you while you learned.Â
He would pretend to hate how close you would get with Max. While he likes to act like he doesnât like her, he would always go out of his way to protect her from his dad and he would love that she had taken a liking to you. So while he grumbled about her tagging a long with you guys when youâd go places, he was grateful that she was out of the house and actually enjoying herself.Â
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Request:Â 9, 10 and 24 with Pete "Maverick" Mitchel? Thank you love <3
Request by @finja-caipirinhaÂ
Pete âMaverickâ Mitchell x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: None?
A/n: This was a wild ride, mainly b/c I was drunk while writing most of it. I loved how this turned out b/c it fit with an idea that I had. Idk what else to say, but just know that if stuff isnât edited or if there are mistakes, Iâm sorry and I tried to fix it, but drunk me canât spell.
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âWhatâs for breakfast?â Maverick asked as he washed the grease off his hands. Heâd spent the majority of the morning working on one of his old planes. It had become his newest hobby since heâd fixed up the last motorcycle heâd bought. Plus, he couldnât wait to get it airborne so he could take his girlfriend for a spin in it.
Y/n placed two plates on the coffee table that sat just outside their camper. âHam, eggs, and fruit,â she told him as she took a seat. âI wanted to make burritos but it seems someone ate the last of the tortillas.â
Maverick rolled his eyes as he took a seat beside her. âI donât know what youâre talking about, but weâll go shopping soon. I promise.â
âHow about tomorrow?â she asked as she dug into the plate in front of her.Â
He nodded. âSounds good to me. Letâs just hope the test goes well today,â he told her.
She nodded in agreement but knew that it would. Maverick was one of the best pilots in the Navy and there was no way heâd screw up such a flight. Not when so much was riding on it.
âI will probably be back late tonight,â he said in between bites. âIf all goes well, that is.â
Y/n scoffed. âOf course, it will, Mav.â She smiled at him and leaned back in her chair. âAnd when you get back, maybe weâll celebrate.â
He couldnât help but grin at her. âI like the sound of that.â
âItâs great motivation, isnât it?â
The two finished their breakfast rather slowly. Maverick hated to admit it, but he was nervous about the flight test. The project was rather important and it made him feel like he had something to prove. While he was nervous, he couldnât help but be excited. He was doing flights that no pilots had done before, that many thought were impossible. It made him feel important, needed, in a way heâd never felt before.
âYouâre nervous, arenât you?â Y/n asked as she pressed herself against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. He had just put on his bomber jacket that was full of patches heâd collected over the years. It smelled like leather and him, two smells she couldnât help but love as they filled her nostrils.
Maverick shrugged. âI donât know,â he sighed and rested his hands on her arms. âIâm excited to do this, to fly this plane, but so much is on the line if something goes wrong. If I do something wrong.â
Y/n clicked her tongue. âYou wonât do anything wrong, Pete,â she assured him. âYouâre one of the best pilots out there. Thereâs nothing to be worried about, I know youâll do great.â
âI hope so,â he admitted as he took a deep breath. He glanced at the clock on the wall. âI better get going or Iâm going to be late.â
Y/n sighed and released her hold on him. âOkay, okay.â
Pete turned around and wrapped his arms around her waist. âIâll see you tonight, okay? Donât get too bored while Iâm gone,â he said before he kissed her.
She smiled as she watched him pick up his keys and walk over to one of his bikes. He turned back and shot her a smile before he hopped on the bike and rode away. It would be a long day without him.
Living in the middle of the desert, Y/n had a job that allowed her to work from home, which was great except that she usually got the work done in half the time it would take in an office. So usually halfway through the day she was done with her work for the day. That was usually not a problem as there was always something to do around the hanger, but sheâd finished up all the projects sheâd been working on and Maverick wasnât there to keep her company. Sheâd find something to do, though. If nothing else, she would pick up a book and read her afternoon away, but it would be a long day either way.
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Y/n had long since gone to bed, tired of waiting up for Maverick. She had sat outside the camper, reading a book as she waited for him and waited for him, but he never showed. Then night had come around and still no Maverick. She had waited up for him, but eventually morning came and he still hadnât returned. She was worried about him, considering heâd been gone two days, but knew better than to be. Maverick was⌠well, Maverick. He was unpredictable and somehow managed to always come home in one piece. So, instead of staying up and waiting for him once again, Y/n went on with her nightly routine and eventually went to bed. She told herself that if he wasnât lying beside her by the morning then she had every right to be worried.
A noise, a sharp thud, woke Y/n up with a start. She laid with her eyes open for a minute or so, waiting, listening for anything more. Then she heard it again. This time it sounded like metal against metal. She wasted no time getting out of bed. In the dark, she felt her way around the small bedroom until she made her way to the baseball bat that Maverick kept in the corner. She would have preferred one of his guns, but he had decided she couldnât be trusted with one considering she nearly put a hole in him the one time he tried to teach her how to use it. So with the baseball bat in hand, she made her way towards the door and waited for another sound.Â
Before she could swing the bat, the door to the camper opened and moonlight poured in, casting light on the face of her boyfriend. âFUCK, you scared the shit out of me!â Y/n yelled at him as she lowered the bat.
Wide-eyed, Maverick glanced at the bat. âYou weren't going to hit me, were you?â
She scuffed. âItâs midnight, where the hell were you?â
Carefully, Maverick lowered the bat for her as he could practically hear her racing heart. He knew he should have announced himself, but he hadnât thought heâd be facing a swinging bat as soon as he walked through the door. âYou didnât answer my question,â he said, deflecting. âWere you going to hit me?â
âYes, I fucking was,â Y/n seethed as she threw the bat onto the small couch in the makeshift living room. âHow was I supposed to know that it was you, Pete? Youâve been gone for two days! Sue me if Iâve been a little jumpy all alone out here!â
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â he cooed once he caught sight of the tears in her eyes. He quickly wrapped her arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest. âIâm sorry, baby. I didnât mean to be gone so long, I should have called earlier.â
Y/n nodded against his shoulder. âI deserved a call⌠So, what happened?â
He loosened his grip enough to meet her eye. âYouâre not going to like it.â
âI rarely do when it comes to you, Pete. Yet, that never has stopped me from loving you,â she said with a soft smile. âNow, spill it.â
And so he did.
When he was finished, Y/n shook her head. âYou couldâve died, you knowâŚâ
âI know,â he sighed. âI know⌠I just thought that since I was already there, I might as well go all the way, you know?â
She shook her head. Of course, she knew. It was always the same with Maverick, he was an all-or-none kind of guy. If he could do more, he absolutely would, it was something that sheâd grown used to. The Navy hadnât seemed to figure that one out yet. Taking a seat on the small sofa, she patted the spot next to her. âAnd they want you to come back to Top Gun?â she asked as he sunk into the soft material.Â
He nodded as he intertwined their fingers. âYeah, I donât know how Ice managed that one, but they do.â
âWhen are you leaving?â she asked and leaned her head against his shoulder. God, had she missed him. Missed his presence, his smell, his smile.Â
Maverick sighed. âIn the morning⌠And Iâm not going by myself.â
Y/n raised a brow. ââWhat do you mean?â
âIâm not leaving you here, not for a couple of weeks,â he stated. âNot when I wonât be able to come to see you. So, I want you to come to Top Gun with me.â
She hummed. âI like that idea, Mav. I donât want to go without you for that long either.â She glanced up at him to see large bags under his eyes. âLetâs go to bed, babe. Get some rest and pack in the morning.â
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I am currently trying to edit a manuscript that Iâve had finished for like years b/c Iâd like to attempt to get it published and Iâm now remembering why I havenât touched it since I finished it. Itâs too long for my short attention span, which is also the reason I write fan fiction, short fan fictions bc I hate editing long pieces. Idk how far Iâll get with it but I thought Iâd share that with you guys considering its another reason why I havenât been as active on here in the past two weeks.
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I have been so busy with work that I canât remember the last time I was actually one here. I have only had one day off each week and itâs slowly killing me. Hopefully, when I get off tonight I can actually work on something considering I only have one thing in my queue right now.
Summary: What it would be like dating Tom Kazansky
Tom âIcemanâ Kazansky x Reader
Warnings: None? Just not edited
A/n: This is not edited b/c I had to restart this three different times b/c I didnât know what to write. I literally had to go read Iceman fics to figure out how to write this. That sounds horrible, but I havenât written for him enough to fully understand his character.Â
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You werenât sure what to expect when you first began dating Tom.
Everyone warned you to be careful considering he was in the military and military men donât have the best rap when it comes to long term relationship... or relationships of any kind.
So you were cautious, always waiting for any sign that he was just using you.
That sign never came.
Not after your first date, where he took you out to lunch and you two talking for hours after you finished your meal.
Or your second date to the beach.
Or your third date, which was a hike to a waterfall.
Tom was much more than you expected, thatâs all you could say.
While he did have an ego, he was willing to admit that, he was also one of the most caring people youâd ever met.
He had no issue dropping whatever he was doing to help you out.
Your car had a flat tire?
Heâd be one his way to come change it.
You were drunk at a bar and needed a ride home?
He wouldnât care how late it is, heâd come and find you.
Tom would also surprise you with gifts no matter the day.
Sometimes heâd bring flowers, especially in the spring when theyâd be nice and fresh.
Other times, heâd bring ice cream and beers if you guys were going to be hanging out at your place.
He would love doing movie nights every once in a while when you guys had the time.
You would bring the candy and he would surprise you with a random movie that Maverick probably picked out for him.Â
Tom would absolutely love cuddling with you on the couch while snacking on movie theater candy.
I think he would also love cuddling.
Tom seems like the type that would just love physical contact of any kind, like he would always have to be touching you.
Holding your hand, a hand resting against your back or your thigh, arms wrapped around you.
He would also be very protective of you and not be a happy camper anytime another pilot tried to flirt with you.
Maverick knew better than to even pretend to, so he usually tried to warn other pilots if you guys went out to a bar near base to just steer clear of you unless they wanted to deal with Iceman.
I think he would love to make things a competition sometimes. He would love playing pool against you because you both would swear youâd win.
Tom liked how competitive you would get with things sometimes and he thought that it made things in your relationship fun.
Overall, he would be a very chill boyfriend who would literally do anything for you.
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Request: i've got a request, how about a lazy sunday with tommy and he's been super stressed and caught up in work lately and reader decided to take his mind off things by suggesting horseback riding? đ¤Â
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Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
A/n: It has literally been ages since Iâve written for Tommy and I honestly missed it. I know this isnât very long, but I think itâs adorable and I canât wait to write oneshots for him again. I need to watch the newest season so that I can write for stuff like that, but I just havenât had time. I probably wonât get to it until after I watch the second part of Stranger Things season 4 if Iâm being honest. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!
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Tommy muttered to himself as he lounged on the sofa in the sun room, papers in his hands. His wife was seated across from him in a love seat, she had long sense been lost in the book she was reading, paying little mind to the fact he was doing work. Work that he promised could wait until the next day when he would be in the office. But Thomas Shelby didnât like down time, he liked to always be doing something, whether right or wrong, and at the moment he wanted to work instead of sit in silence with nothing to do.
Y/n lowered her book and picked up her bookmark. Without looking at her husband, she said, âItâs Sunday, Tommy. Youâre not supposed to be working.â She marked her page and placed the book on the coffee table beside her.
She should have guessed that her husband wouldnât listen to her, he never did when it came to work. Y/n always tried to make Sundays a work free day in the Shelby household, Tommy needed one day to relax, to feel human again. He never did listen to her, though, heâd sneak work in one way or another. She couldnât be mad about it, thatâs what kept a roof over their heads and food on the table and what her husband happened to be passionate about.
âI know,â he sighed as he glanced up at her, making no move to let go of the papers. He just needed to read through the documents then, he swore, heâd be done for the day. âBut I just need to look these over. You know I canât trust my brothers where numbers are concerned.â
His wife raised a brow. âYou can trust Polly, though, canât you?â
âYes,â he grumbled as he narrowed his eyes.
âGreat, now ditch the papers, Tommy.â
He sighed and did as he was told. He knew if he didnât sheâd probably through the papers out the window or in the fire. âIf Iâm not going to be working today, what do you want me to do instead?â He asked with a slight whine, sounding much like his son.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she stood up. âYou behave like a child sometimes, Mr. Shelby.â Walking over to him, she leaned down to his level. âWhy donât we take the horses out? Go for a ride while the weathers nice. How does that sound?â
Tommyâs eyes lit up, it had been ages since heâd been out with the horses. He nodded, âThat sounds wonderful, Mrs. Shelby,â he replied with a small smile.
âGreat.â She leaned in to kiss him. âIâll have someone get the horses ready if you want to change out of your suit into something more suitable.â
He shook his head. âIf you give me ten minutes, Iâll get the horses ready myself.â
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Request:Â hiya can i request head canons for lizzie stark comforting reader please? hope you are having a good day. đ
Requested by Anonymous
Lizzie Stark x Reader
Warnings: Mention of Alcohol
A/N: I was really excited to write this. I havenât written too much for Lizzie, so getting a request for her was really exciting. Over time she has become one of my favorite characters in the show and I think she deserves better. This headcanon isnât that long just b/c I wasnât sure how I wanted to do it, but at least itâs finished. When I open my requests again, I would love more for Lizzie.
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It would be after a rough day.
Nothing too perdicular, just a long, draining day.
As soon as youâd walk through the door, Lizzie would know something was up.Â
She would ask, of course, while also coming up with ideas on how to make things better.
She would listen to you complain about it and everything that happened while preparing you a drink.
If you wanted tea, she would put on the kettle and pick out your favorite tea.
If you wanted something a little stronger, she would make up a cocktail for you.
Lizzie would definitely ask you what would help make things better.
If you wanted to just sit down and relax, sheâd sit next to you on the sofa if you wanted with a record softly playing in the background. If you wanted to be alone, sheâd grab the book youâd been reading and give it to you before refilling your drink.
She would lay with you in bed, cuddling, if thatâs what you wanted at the moment.
Sometimes she wouldnât give you a choice if you looked drained enough.
She would force you up the stairs and into bed if you looked like sleep was the only solution.Â
If you didnât want to go to bed then sheâd start the bath for you and help wash your hair and massage your shoulders.Â
She would do anything to make your day better, which you couldnât help but love.
Even if you werenât having a super rough day, maybe your week wasnât going the way you expected, she would do small things for you.
Sometimes sheâd buy your favorite cookies (sheâs not a good baker) or flowers to brighten your day.
If that didnât work, sheâd read to you while you guys laid in bed or take a walk with you to get some fresh air.
Sheâd just want to make your day better, to see a smile on your face. Now that would make her happy.
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