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Stranger Things✧

—Billy Hargrove༺✰

Dear Billy

➢ You visit Billy’s grave, and read out a letter you made for him before you possibly perish.

—Steve Harrington༺✰

Tu es ma jolie fille

➢ a late night car drive with Steve “the hair” Harrington

—Eddie Munson༺✰

Rainfall

➢ In which Eddie Munson is invited by his crush, Y/n, into her house after seeing him drenched from the rain

Breakout

➢ You and Eddie escape from one of Jason’s, your brother, parties before getting caught

Lover's Escape

➢ It’s decided that you’re running away soon after the upcoming holiday without telling anyone… and you’re taking Eddie Munson with you

I Like Watching You Dance

➢ In which nutcracker season is at its peak, and spending quality time with Eddie Munson is impossible. Eddie decides to surprise you after a long day of rehearsing, but ends up watching you in awe as you rehearse for your role as the sugar plum fairy in your academy's production of The Nutcracker.

Celebrities✧

—Joseph Quinn༺✰

Idyllic

➢ You accidentally say something flirty that catches you and Joseph off guard, little do you know that he’s been waiting for you to say something like that for ages

A Stroll Around Paris

➢ You and Joseph take a night walk down the streets of Paris, but end up confessing your love for each other

Photo Session

➢ You didn’t realize flirting with Joseph during a photo shoot would lead to him asking you out

Dance With Me

➢ joseph tries to persuade you into having a relaxing night with him… he ends up winning

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Currently writing…

-aya

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lemme love you

domestic fluff w/ bf!suguru ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

suguru geto x f!reader (ft. 'potion' by djo)

“...like a witch i know I’ll need my potion…” 

bf!suguru is sitting on the couch when you come home, the apartment warm with dimmed lights casting a soft glow on the domesticized furniture. the record spins upon its playing counterpart and the living room is thus filled with the soft strum of an acoustic guitar and djo’s gentle voice. 

he’s waiting for you so that he can greet you with a warm embrace—an end-of-day touch of warmth he knows damn well you’d love to be welcomed to.

he hears your sigh once you enter through the front door with the rustle of some plastic bags—presumably the back patches and other anti-inflammatories you buy from the convenience store just down the street on the way back from work. he knows your work schedule is incredibly tedious, taking class at 10:15 in the morning then rehearsing for the rest of the day as a soloist in new york city’s very own home ballet company. had he been clueless about this professional ballerina lifestyle, he most likely would’ve been weary of the stress this position had on you and try and convince you to wind down, but given that this job was only guaranteed to a special few, he also knew that you weren’t willing to wind down for a career that only promised around twenty years of professional dancing before retirement. 

suguru looks up from his laptop, hair tied up in a messy-yet-aesthetic bun that never fails to look like a flop. he smiles when he sees you, shutting the lid of the device before setting it aside stretching. Standing up, he sets forth to slide on his house slippers and moves to greet you at the door. 

“hey, babe” he greets, a small swish-swash rustling following him from both his slippers and pants. His voice is gentle, cunning but ever so soft in its deepness.  

“hi” you sigh, though it almost comes out like a ‘hm’ given that you were so tired from a day’s worth of back-to-back hour long rehearsals. “m’so tired”

“i know, i know” he chuckles, leaning against the threshold of the entry way. “c’mere, angel.”

his arms are open for you to walk into, head-first into his clothed chest and wrapped arms around his waist the way you always did after coming back tired from work. he takes your bags from you—all three of them—and sets them on a nearby stool to pick back up later. he guides you to the kitchen counter, sliding you into one of the high-chairs because, well, he was always the kind of partner/boyfriend to pamper his lover. He pours you a glass of milk—he thinks it’s kinda weird, but he loves you so it doesn't matter—and slides it over to you. 

“why don’t you change, yeah? i’ve got dinner covered,” he gestures for you to leave, hands shooing you away whilst you roll your eyes and smile. 

god, were you grateful to have such a caring partner.

he’d always been this way, though: sweet, gentle, and surprisingly domestic. his days were quite the opposite from yours as he worked as a clothing designer, designing clothes for his own brand and partnering with uniqlo a couple of times here and there for some collabs. his brand, a reflection of his own minimalistic, japanese street-style-esc clothing, was thoroughly inspired by traditional japanese wear and very adjacent to the “wabi-sabi” style popular amongst minimalists in the east. so while he spent his days designing on his tablet and sewing clothes to try and make affordable-yet-fashionable pieces, you were stuck in studios with only thirty minute breaks between rehearsals. it was tough having to adjust two such tedious lifestyles, but the both of you made it work: suguru did the house work some days while you did the others, eventually coming to do housework together on days off. 

“...i'll try for all of my life…”

and so when you sit your pretty little self back at the counter, suguru’s already got dinner going, cooking a mean japanese cream stew from the recipe his mom brought last time she visited new york. he’s got you all cozied up now that the smell of delicious creaminess coming from the stove encompasses the kitchen area of the shared apartment. you also notice the soft whimsy-feeling coming from the lounge, djo’s ‘the crux’ album as an evening choice of record particularly appealing to your tired-self. 

every was a relaxing night with your partner (not on intimate nights, however; those could get intense), and it always seemed as if it was this point in your life that the universe was working in your favor: beautifully handsome boyfriend, a nice apartment the two of you called home, and a promising career that only got increasingly better by the months. It was as if this was all lucid dream, one that you couldn’t wake up from. even when seriously stressed out about upcoming performances featuring debut roles, or simply stressed out about scheduling physical therapy and acupuncture appointments, this was truly the life you wanted: one with a loving partner that walked alongside you in your career and vice versa. 

“...just to find someone who leaves on the light for me…”

the words resonate because, within the realm of interpretation, suguru truly did leave the lights on for you: the lights of shared intimacy rendered from a genuine care of heart. even when he’s occupied with his own work, he’s always considerate of your place in the relationship, always doing more than he needed to in order to take care of you when you most certainly had energy left to do it yourself. 

“did you go to the vinyl store?” you ask, hands in your lap as you sit back to watch suguru prepare dinner. 

“yeah, i had time during my break to walk around, so i figured i’d probably go check out and see if that new store has the album you like…” 

he’s waving around the kitchen chopsticks as if they weren't hot from having stirred around the pot digging for a carrot (he had no awareness of when he was too carried away being a domestic dork).  

“...i figured we needed new vinyls, too, ‘cause i keep playing the same ones over and over again when i get home…”

he does that a lot. ramble and ramble when he gets passionate about something seemingly mundane because he knows, once again, that you probably had too much on your mind about rehearsing—all that shit about remembering counts in musically-complex works. 

“...but I actually think the album’s pretty good; it’s a lot better than I expected…” 

and as you're watching him pour the stew from the ladle and into two acacia bowls the both of you bought from the muji store at chelsea market on 9th avenue, you can’t help but rest your cheek in the palm of your hand. 

when he turns around, both hands of his occupied with the bowls, he finds you staring at him oh-so-lovingly that it makes him stop in his tracks. 

“what…?” he asks, skeptical of what you may or may not have done. “did i do something?”

you reply with a chuckle: “no.”

he places the bowls on two dinner mats, one grey and the other a sort of matte dark blue color, and sits down next to you at the counter. he’s still got a small kitchen towel slung over his shoulder—performative but cute—accompnied by his hair having been tied up into a loose bun. 

he takes a small sip of the stew, then speaks with his mouth full, “i don’t believe you.” 

“am I not allowed to admire my man?” you chuckle, sitting back on the stool whilst watching him take the first few sips of the piping hot stew. 

“you are if you eat,” he commands, tone neutral but with a sort of dominance hidden within his words. He picks up your spoon to feed you, “open.”

you let an ‘ahhh’ sort of sound leave your lips when he spoon-feeds you, letting the warmth of the cream base mixed with various vegetables savor and melt within your mouth. although you could be bratty just to mess with him, you’d always let him pamper you, since it felt nice once in a while to experience princess treatment.

“you’re evil,” you say, mouth sort of marbled with the cream of the stew. “not letting me love you.”

he watches as you take your time to adapt to the warmth of the stew, smiling as you succumb to the deliciousness of such home cooked meal and eventually settling into silence due to the sheer comfort of the food.

“i’ll let you love me when you take care of yourself.” 

his hand comes up to brush away at some stray hairs of his, loose from having been tied up in a bun all day. 

“but lemme love you first, ‘kay?” it was almost cringe the way he said it since it reminded you of those sappy friends-to-lovers shows that you’d occasionally catch suguru watching every so often. but you’ve sort of realized that the whole relationship thing was cringe in itself and that a lot of that ‘cringe’ was what you subconsciously craved for. 

you nod and let your boyfriend spoon feed you once more, eye contact held with the record still spinning in the background. 

“...leaves on the light for me…”

in fact, you found someone who did more than just leave the light on for you, but rather left the whole world of light on and on in hopes that he’d keep you happy. it was more than enough, but it was what you both needed: to be the carer and to be the one being taken care of. 

hi lovelies !! this is lowkey my first oneshot after a 3 yr hiatus but i'm back! i rlly want to write more abt suguru, so pls pls pls request some stuff to write <3

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I Like Watching You Dance - E.Munson

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summary | In which nutcracker season is at its peak, and spending quality time with Eddie Munson is impossible. Eddie decides to surprise you after a long day of rehearsing, but ends up watching you in awe as you rehearse for your role as the sugar plum fairy in your academy's production of The Nutcracker.

tags | Eddie Munson x fem!reader, ballerina!reader, fluff, ballet fic, Nutcracker season, cute relationship, she/her pronouns used

word count | 1.2k

a/n | hey y'all!!! so I'd like to say that I am ballet dancer myself, so I know my stuff. This fic was very fun to write, especially because it's Nutcracker season right now, and that there was no research that had to be done! Bye!

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Eddie arrived to pick you up after your rehearsal, but you aren’t anywhere to be seen. He looks back down to the note card placed in his lap.

“16700 Dawn Rd, Ronan IN,” he read aloud. “Where the fuck is she?”

Due to your schedule with ballet, you and Eddie were unable to go on any sort of date, even spending some quality time together. He knew how hard it was for you, dancing everyday and all, but he hated not being able to see your face everyday after school and wrapping you up in his arms after a long day.

He looked out of his van window to see the large building with big, bold letters, written, “Balanchine Classical Ballet Academy,” which stood out compared to the white concrete walls of the exterior part of the building. Deciding whether to stay in the van, or go out and see if you were there or not, Eddie chose to get out. As he opens the driver’s side door, a cold gust of wind hits him like a bullet. Quickly, Eddie slams the door shut and goes to find a spare jacket hidden in the trunk. As soon as he finds it, he puts it on, and opens the door once more. The cold air comes back again but because of the big, warm coat Eddie had put on, it wasn’t as bad as it was before. Eddie approaches the large building with a scrunch on his face, he hates how the melted snow feels on his skin.

Once he enters the academy doors, Eddie is met with a busy atmosphere with little girls in pink and blue Capezio leotards and dance moms sewing costumes together while gossiping. All studios were occupied with dancers rehearsing for their production of The Nutcracker which was just around the corner from now. Eddie looks up at the tall walls covered in awards from ballet competitions from prior years, and photographs of very famous dancers. On one part of the wall hung a collection of headshots of the older dancers who’ve won all of the awards as well as bring some pride to the academy. He gazed up to the top and was met with your face. You wore a bright smile with your hair in a neat, tight bun. Right under was a gold plate that had “Y/n L/n, 1st place Winner of the International Grand Prix” engraved into it.

Eddie was interrupted by a voice of an older woman, “Do you need help, sir?”.

Eddie looks back to see a rather tall woman with a cane in hand. He looks past her and sees the group of gossiping mothers with concerned faces staring at him. Eddie realizes the situation and immediately begins panicking.

“Oh, I wasn’t here to cause any trouble, I was waiting for my girlfriend, you see-“

“Stop,” the woman demands. Eddie quickly silenced himself, the woman was awfully frightening. “I know who you are and I know you mean no harm.”

Eddie was taken aback, “How the fuck does she know who I am?,” he thought.

“Waiting for Ms. L/n I presume?” The older woman asks.

“Uhh yea, she’s usually done at 5:00, but she wasn’t outside, so I came in to see if she was here.”

The lady nods, “come with me,” she gestures to Eddie to follow her as they stride across a long hallway, studios on each side of the wall. Eddie’s eyes were glued to the floor, while people move out of their way for the lady to walk by. The loud noises were soon turned into hushes, and the only thing you could hear was the music coming from the studios, the whispering, and the click clacks of the woman’s heels.

Turning the corner, a group of dancers were all packed around a window, watching the rehearsal. They all stood in silence as they watched in awe of the beautiful ballerina. By the sound of the women's heels clicking once again, the dancers snapped their heads towards her away, and quickly gathered their bags and moved along.

“I guess I really am that frightening,” the woman chuckled.

“No shit, Sherlock, you look like you’d kill me with that cane,” Eddie thought, scratching the back of his head.

The woman stops right in front of the window where the prior dancers were standing. Eddie stops as well, and looks into the studio. A ballerina engrossed in the music made her away across the room and into a lift, a man held her high up into the air.

“Here she is,” the woman says, stepping to the side.

Eddie grows closer to the window and watches you. A navy blue leotard hugged your figure, and the black practice tutu you wore complimented it perfectly. The new pointe shoes you put on at the beginning of the day were now completely dead as the ribbons and elastic were holding by the threads. The shank and box were “soggy”, however, that didn’t matter at the moment. Eddie noticed how you moved your arms, it was almost as if they were in a fluid state. He marveled at the sight of you in such a graceful state.

As the ending of the Sugar Plum and Cavalier Pas De Deux came to a close, you sat yourself down while you gasped for air. The dance was so exhausting it left you breathless.

“Beautiful isn’t she?” the woman compliments. “I’ve taught her since she was nine years old. Never failed to disappoint me.”

Eddie nods, unsure of what to say.

You pack up your bags and replace the practice tutu with black trash bag pants. You take your dead pointe shoes off and put on normal everyday shoes. Your french twist, that had been neat and slick back at the beginning of the day, was now messed up with dozens of fly-always sticking at your skin. Your sweat creates a stain on your leotard, but who the fuck cared.

“Bye, Dmitri,” you wave. Dmitri, your pas de deux partner, waves back and says his goodbyes. You bring the bag to your shoulder and begin making your way out of the studio. Upon walking out, Eddie props himself against the door frame, making himself known.

“Eddie!” Your eyes brighten, hurrying over to embrace him into a tight hug. “I was going to call you to pick me up, but you're here!”

“Yea, I watched you do your twirling stuff,” Eddie said, in which he starts to mimic your en dedan turns.

“Wow, Eddie, you’re so funny. Ha ha,” you say, sarcastically of course. “Shit, sorry, you were probably bored. I didn’t think rehearsal would run for that long.”

“What! I like watching you dance, it was nice ,” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulder while beginning to leave.

“Really? Do you think so? I say that sweat stains and bruised toe nails would say otherwise, but I’ll take the compliment,” you chuckle.

Walking into the lobby, hand-in-hand, the gossiping mothers turn their heads towards your way, staring at the two of you walk by.

“Did you see that?” One of them whispers.

“Yea, never thought someone like her would go for someone like him,” another replies.

“Well, I think they look cute together.”

“I saw them at the park this one time, they looked really happy.”

“I heard someone say that he’s a cult leader.”

“Oh shut your mouth, Carol. No one believes in that kind of stuff anymore.”

You and Eddie try not to laugh when you hear the gossiping. The pretty, kind, ballerina with the crazy, drug addict, metal head? Of course, no one would have thought that it would ever happen!

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a/n: sorry for another authors note, hehe. srry for being gone for such a long time, i had like no motivation to write anything lol. I wrote this fic in honor of Nutcracker season! bye!

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at the top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

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Dance With Me — J.Quinn

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summary | joseph tries to persuade you into having a relaxing night with him… he ends up winning

tags | Joseph Quinn x reader, fluff, cute relationship, short fanfic

warnings | cigarettes??? NOT PROOFREAD, literally none lol

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“Would it kill you to relax, darling?” Joseph asked, playfully leaning against your office chair.

“Yes, actually,” you replied, typing continuously. “You know me, Jo, I like to get my work done as fast as possible.

A frown struck his face, then easily turning into a smile. “Set it aside just this once, please, love,” he said, holding out his hand. “Dance with me.”

Getting up, swiftly moving out of your chair and into his arms. You teach for his shoulder, as he sets his hand into your waist. While taking your right hand in his left, he starts to sway you to the rhythm of the song, occasionally dipping you.

The moon shines its brightest at this time of night. The moon, which was a bright yellow-white, loomed large and was encircled by an ethereal radiance. Millions of stars, largely tiny white pinpricks but also some large ones, were scattered behind it. You occasionally noticed a glint in his eye.

As the music still played in the background of your cozy town home, the smell of cigarettes has a powerful, earthly scent that is woody, herbaceous, and even a little powdery. Even the loud city noises that came from your window could not have disrupted the late night love.

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a/n | hey y’all!!! i’ve been trying to make poem-esc type tics, cuz i think it’s nice. i’m not sure who i want to write for rn, since i’m trying to think of ideas for certain people so ya

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at th top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

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Lover’s Escape — E.Munson

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summary | <It’s decided that you’re running away soon after the upcoming holiday without telling anyone… and you’re taking Eddie Munson with you>

tags | <Eddie Munson x reader, fluff, angst?, eddie and reader are 18+, wheeler!reader, make out session, grinding>

warnings | <NOT PROOFREAD, sexual tension, Nancy slander???(kind of)>

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Upon it’s arrival, the rain showered down as the wind howled through the open window of the trailer window. The sun stayed hidden by the gloomy, grey clouds, while the town of Hawkins remained indoors for the day. The trees’ leaves glistened with ran drops, as for the road as well.

There wasn’t much to do on a day like this. All the fun things were far and required actual effort. Luckily, you were at Eddie’s before the weather’s dramatic change.

Kissing each other hungrily, you straddle Eddie’s lap for a more comfortable position, rather than practically being on top of him. Eddie’s hands flew to your waist, gripping them for more support. Your hand were kept at his shoulders, slowly creeping up to his hair, grasping it. Along with the intimacy, came a loud thundering noise from the outside. You moaned into his mouth as he squeezed your thighs, aware of the erection that had suddenly appeared.

“Runaway with me,” you whisper onto his lips, your hips grinding into his.

“What?” Eddie questions, pulling away from the heated kiss, still keeping his hands in your waist. You stop grinding and peer into his eyes.

“You heard me,” you started. “Runaway with me. After thanksgiving, you and I will runaway to a place far from here.”

“As much as I’d love to, I’m pretty sure your parents would call the cops.”

“They won’t care, they never do,” you say, placing your hands onto Eddie’s shoulders. “All they talk about is Nancy and her stupid dream. I don’t think they’d notice if i’m gone. I’m never home anyways, it won’t matter.”

That was somewhat correct. You were always second to Nancy, never the first. It was like your parents intended to have only one child, but unexpectedly had two. You were the extra, and always would be. Sophomore year of high school, you won the prize of first place for an national writing competition. Nancy also entered, but unexpectedly won top five, instead of first. Your parents never congratulated you, all they did was comfort Nancy after her dramatic melt down, complaining that her life was ruined.

It was at that moment that you realized your importance in the eyes of your parents. Since then, you’ve completely went off path, and changed your whole life. Meeting Eddie was perhaps the best thing to happen in three years . Aware of your relationship with your parents, he made sure you felt seen. Which is why, you wanted to take him with you on your escape from Hawkins.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, think about the hardships you’d have to go through. What about money? How would you deal with that?” Eddie asked, truly engaged with the conversation. He did want to join you, but it definitely was a complicated subject.

“What do you think I do when I’m not with you? I don’t prance around all day and sing songs. I work at a tattoo parlor in Ohio. I’ve saved up enough money to live off of for the both of us. I’ve really though hard on this, Eddie, I know what I want to do.”

It’s not like you and Eddie haven’t discussed your futures. The both of you were set on leaving Hawkins, and perhaps get married, but running away? Isn’t that a bit harsh? The look in your eyes said it all, you really wanted to leave. He knew you were unhappy, and all he wanted to do was to make you the happiest woman alive, so maybe just this once he could sacrifice everything and leave.

“Please say something before I change my mind and leave you be,” you said, anxious to hear about Eddie’s response to your plan.

“Sure, princess, I’ll go with you, but you have to promise me one thing,” Eddie started, taking you me hand into his.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you, Eds.”

“You’ll never give up, because something like this requires a lot of time and effort,” he said.

You nodded, “I promise.”

From that moment on, all you could think about was the time you’d spend with Eddie, planning the escape. At one point, though, you did think about your parents.

“How would they react to me missing?” you thought, not that it mattered in the slightest bit.

Eventually, time passed, the leaves on the trees turned to warm colors, while the temperature became cooler. Your planned escape was creeping closer and closer as time flew by.

You were nervous, yet excited. Life truly began when you took Eddie’s hands, and promised him to never give up. The moment the two of you shared a loving gaze after that was when you knew you weren’t worried about anything that threatened you. Eddie was there to protect and vice versa.

After all, it was you and Eddie against the world.

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a/n: hey y'all!!! Sorry if i haven't posting as much as i did before, I went on a little hiatus. I do hope you like this fic, it's base off of one of my many day dreams. byeee!

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at th top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

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Photo Session — J.Quinn

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Summary: <You didn’t realize flirting with Joseph during a photo shoot would lead to him asking you out>

Pairings: <Joseph Quinn x photographer!reader>

Warnings: <flirting, fluff, tension>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD, i’m not sure where i got this idea, but i like it. i also have no idea how cameras work>

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“Jo, turn you head towards me, babes,” you said, eyeing Joseph attentively through your camera. “Give the people what they want!”

Joseph laughed as he obeyed his requests, i lacing a hand on his hips while doing so. His legs were stretched out in a stance where he was leaned on one leg and applied no pressure to the other. The long brown coat he was given stopped right above the shins, covering most of the expensive trousers that were gifted to him.

“Perfect, darling, you’re doing great,” you sang, seemingly enjoying today’s photo shoot.

You’ve been in the business for far too long now, but out of all of your customers, Joseph was by far your favorite. Even though you’ve only known him for about a few months, you’ve already figured him out. He had this certain presence about him that just seemed so appealing. Not to mention that he’s absolutely stunning and handsome, he was perfect under your eyes and your camera.

Inspiration hit you when you began changing the lens of your camera. You strolled onto the set, and stood right in front of Joseph.

“It’s ok if I touch you right?” you asked, asking for his consent. Normally your clients would have pre-planned poses, but you wanted to try something different.

“Of course, go ahead,” he replied, a bit shocked from what you asked. He knew you didn’t mean it in that way.

You began taking the jacket off of him and threw it to the side, not caring if it was expensive or not. You brought his upper body to face the back corner, while his legs and pelvic area were directly facing the back wall. You got a hold of his head, your fingers lightly touching his lips, and carefully turned it to the side, showing off his side profile. His arms were by his side the whole time, so you carried them to rest on his hips.

“Wait, can someone get me the jacket back?” you request.

Soon, the coat was back in your hands and onto your model, Joseph.

“Bring your left hand up for me, love,” you command, holding the coat in your arms.

As Joseph brought his arm up, you hooked the coat onto one of his fingers. Joseph now looked incredible and professional with this new look.

“Perfect,” you muttered, stepping back to admire what you’ve created.

You went back to taking the pictures, asking for different poses with the same concept.

“Good boy,” you complemented, Joseph blushing at the comment. “Looking great as always.”

Soon after you were done, everything was packed up and ready to go. It was around lunch time, so most people were already out the door without even helping to get things settled. You were trying to take down the back drop while crept behind you, silently.

“Do you need help, Y/n?”

You whipped your head around to meet Joseph, not realizing that he was standing very close. He was still wearing the outfit he was given, but you understood. If you were that good looking, you wouldn’t take it off until you had too.

“Yes, please. I’m afraid I can’t reach the top of this,” you chortled.

Soon enough, you and Joseph brought down the back drop together and packed everything little thing up, bonding while doing so.

“So, Y/n,” he started, looking down.

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna- um, go out later or something? For like dinner?” he asked, hesitating wether or not this was a good idea.

Joseph wouldn’t lie if someone asked him if he was interested in you, because he definitely was. You were a very attractive person why wouldn’t he shoot his shot?

By noticing his body activity, you could tell that he’s been wanting to ask something like this for quite a while. Which was true, he has been thinking about this, but never ended up doing it.

“Like a date?” you questioned, looking up from your phone and setting it down.

“I mean, if you want, but it doesn’t have to be if your uncomfortable with that. It’s up to you.”

A moment of silence for all. Joseph was sweating profusely, afraid that he’d be rejected. It’s not everyday you ask a person out. He was waiting attentively on your answer while you just stood there.

“Sure, why not,” you said.

Joseph’s eyes brightened as he grinned with a dopey smile. He bit his lip and stepped closer to you then he was before. He stuck out his hand, offering for you to hold it.

“Madame,” he joked.

“Monsieur,” you replied, embracing your hand in his.

Soon, the both of you were out the door, and ready to go. Joseph’s ego jumped, but you didn’t mind because yours did too. If it meant for Joseph to be all silly around you, you would gladly accept it. There’s definitely a side to him that a lot of people don’t see. If someone told you a year ago that you were occasionally going out with a British man that acted like a five year old, you would not believe them at all.

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a/n: I hope y'all like this one! I'm not quite sure where I go this inspo from but yea. I feel like I want to write mor eddi Munson stuff but u guess we'll see where that leads to. Byeee!!!

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A Stroll Around Paris — J.Quinn

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Summary: <You and Joseph take a night walk down the streets of Paris, but end up confessing your love for each other >

Pairings: <Joseph Quinn x costar!reader>

Warnings: <fluff, pining, kissing>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD. some more Joseph content for the people who love Joseph, go check my other Joseph fic too!!! I hope you like it! >

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Normally the skies were full of clouds, and perhaps covered up the beauty of the whole sky. But tonight. Tonight was different. The dead and new born stars twinkled under the moon light, and complemented the shining lights upon the city of life.

It was long before you and Joseph had to fly back to London for more press tour things promoting the newest season of the Netflix hit show, Stranger Things. The two of you could’ve been planning for your trip to England, but instead, you both took a stroll around Paris. You couldn’t resist the urge to take a breathe of the air, and take in all the memories you’ve made here. This could possibly be your last chance to peer at the beautiful city before getting back to work with other film projects.

The cars drove by as the wind howled into the dark lovely night. The ends of your long, beige jacket flipped upwards by the wind, as you cling to Joseph’s arm, intertwining your arms to his.

It was a particularly colder night than the rest you’ve experienced. Usually it was a bit warmer, but the weather decided to switch up. Though you weren’t mad, it was a bit calming. It added a bit of an aesthetically pleasing feeling to the stressful interviews you had to do all day.

All you did was hang out with Joseph all day. Your characters, Jen and Eddie, were very close in the show, so why wouldn’t you be close with Joseph. There were days where you’d just sit around and talk all day, but other days you would go out to see a ballet or visit the infamous art museum, the Louvre Museum.

Though lately, you noticed things were quite different. You noticed the twinkle in his eyes that wasn’t shown before, or the way he’d smile at you when you were passionately explaining something. You could tell that there was some kind of love between the two of you, but you couldn’t own up to it. You were afraid of the rejection that you could possibly face. Which is why, in your final night in Paris, you were going to confess to your love for Joseph. You needed to face your fears and get it over with before it was too late.

Stopping at the end of a pathway in the middle of the park, you and Joseph go to sit down on a bench with a nice view of the overlay of the scenery. It was a bit dark, but that was what you wanted. The two of you sat in silence, admiring the other’s presence.

“The star’s are beautiful aren’t they,” Joseph says, glancing up at the stars overhead. “I admire them.”

“Why is that?” you ask.

“They remind me of someone,” he replies, looking straight at you. “Someone I love very much.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. “Oh.”

Joseph grinned as he took your hands in his. He could tell there was something you wanted to say, and he knew exactly what it was.

“Is there something on your mind, Y/n?” he asks. “Something that you want to throw out of your mind?”

“Yes, but I can’t say it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what they’ll think.”

“You can’t tell me anything, you that right?” he says, seemingly genuine.

You hesitate at first, but relax as you fell Joseph’s hand on your shoulder, easing you.

“Jo, there’s no other way to say this, but… I love you. I have for a very long time.”

Joseph sat up straight, facing forward and not directly at you. He chewed his bottom lip in an happy manner.

This made you nervous. Had you just risked everything and confessed to the love of your life? Maybe now wasn’t the right time to say things, but it certainly was.

Joseph took your hands in his again, and looked at you straight in the eyes with a happy grin.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

You heart stopped for a second before it began racing. If there was a camera that was hidden in your minds, loads of fireworks of gone off like it was new years celebration. The words that came out of his mouth made you melt like the butter in an heated pan.

You grabbed the collar of his jacket and engulfed him in a deep kiss. He caressed the side did your face, and slid a hand around your waist, deepening the kiss. By now you were both practically on top of each other. You both pulled away, wiping off the saliva from the others mouth. The only thing you could hear was the breathes that came out of your mouth. You went back in, but instead of kissing him, you embraced him in an hug. It took him a second to respond, but he did the same.

“I don’t think you understand how long, I’ve wanted to do that, Jo,” you say, nuzzling you face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ve wanted to say those words, since our first interview together, Y/n.”

And so on, the two of you began the flourishing relationship, which took a toll on the fans. There was nothing more than the live you received from Joseph. It was like a dream come true with all the press and stuff. Right now, you were the happiest you could ever be.

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a/n: <I wrote this one in a night, not my best work, but I'm kinda of please with it. Pls don't mind the amount of spelling mistakes I've made in this. Byeee!>

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Idyllic — J.Quinn

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Summary: <You accidentally say something flirty that catches you and Joseph off guard, little do you know that he’s been waiting for you to say something like that for ages>

Pairings: <Joseph Quinn x costar!fem!reader>

Warnings: <use of she/her pronouns, fluff, pining>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD, this was based off of a prompt i saw on pinterest lol, so creds to that>

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You entered the room confidently before sitting on the rich, velvet couch that stood before you. It was mere minutes before the interviewer would arrive, and being early was one of your main priorities.

Today was a bit different than the rest. Usually, you’d come to set along with Joseph, but he was no where to be seen. Yes, you called him multiple times, but he never picked up. You were afraid that he’d gone missing, or became very ill. Fortunately, his manager had called and said that he’d may run a bit late, as traffic wasn’t looking so good at this hour.

You sighed, relieved that Joseph was alright. For a while now, your feelings for Jo have increased, and made it clear to you personally that you had a crush on him. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal, it was something you could easily contain. Though, there were times were you had to control yourself because Joseph looked too damn fine.

Being too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that Joseph had just entered the room and sat right next to you.

“Darling? You alright?” he asked, shaking your shoulder to set you back into this reality.

“What? Yea, i’m fine,” you said, shocked at his presence being so sudden. “I thought you were going to be a bit late? Your manager said you were in heavy traffic.”

“Mhm, I decided to just walk the rest of the way, so I payed the driver and strolled down the block in a fast pace,” he chortled, rubbing the back of his neck in a embarrassed manner.

“Well, I’m glad your here, Jo,” you patted the back of his shoulder, almost like a grandfather would to his children. “Jo, you look really nice today.”

Joseph smiled at the comment, as you shifted your attention in front of you. You couldn’t help but think about the jacket he was wearing. It smelt of rich leather, newly opened books, and his cologne. The amount of power his scent had on you was amazingly endearing. You could talk about it all day.

You opened your mouth to say something polite, but what came out was,

“You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss.”

The silence that overcame the room was so loud, that your heart beat was very clear to your ears.

You froze, your whole body suddenly stopped working. The amount of blood that rushed to your face was incredible. The sweat that dropped down your face profusely was quickly wiped by your now clammy hands. You breath hitched as you closed your eyes, unable to speak or make contact with anybody in the room, especially Joseph.

He sat beside you in awe, flattered with randomness of your comment. After looking at your face, he was pitiful.

“Surely she didn’t mean that,” he thought, amazed by how someone that he thought was considered superior to his league would say that. It’s almost like every night, he thinks of something like this happening. His confidence increased that any problems he could ever think of were now gone.

“Hey,” Joseph nudged your shoulder. You felt stiff as a rock, unable to move.

“Jo, I’m so sorry, my intrusive thoughts took over, and-“

“I think that you look very ravishing today as well. It’s almost like I have this urgency to kiss you this very moment,” he said. He said it so casually that it felt surreal.

“Jo, I-“ you were interrupted by the door opening, showing the interviewer for the morning. The both of you swiftly moved into an comfortable sitting position and started on with interview.

During the interview you couldn’t help, but glance up at Joseph as he quickly returned the loving gesture, leaving you a blushing mess. At one point, he slithered his hands in between yours, and caressed them. His hands were soft, yet rough, it was a comforting feeling. It certainly eased you into an relaxed state.

Though, the next day was a bit… different. You were woken up with far too many instagram dms. You were sent messages in all caps, talking about a video? You went into your search bar to go into google and looked up the video these messages were talking about. You saw multiple articles, tweets, and tik toks regarding the intimacy between you and Joseph.

“They already posted the video?!” you whispered, afraid to wake up the sleeping Joseph that slept quietly right next to you.

The next five minutes we’re spent scrolling through twitter and tik tok, talking about these moments between the two of you in the latest interview.

You set your phone down, and went back into the covers just to sneak up beside Joseph and snuggle into him. The sight before you made you feel extremely idyllic.

Let’s just say that these simple gestures had set the whole internet on fire.

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a/n: hey y'all! I rlly enjoyed writing this one!!! This one is 4 the Joseph girlies😁. Anyways, have good day (or night). Byeeeeeee

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Breakout — E.Munson

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Summary: <You and Eddie escape from one of Jason’s, your brother, parties before getting caught>

Pairings: <Eddie Munson x Carver!fem!reader>

Warnings: <underage drinking, use of she/her pronouns, sexual tension>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD, pls tell me how to put "view post" on my posts>

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It was quite unexpected to see you in this current state. Casually making out with Eddie Munson was a sight Jason Carver never wanted to see ever again. He was disgusted. Sickened. Frustrated with whatever was going on with you.

Prior to this scene, it occurred to Jason that you were missing. Being the brother of the popular member of the basketballs team was just so… annoying. Having to be dragged to every game, party, and lunch to ever exist was most definitely exhausting. But there was one thing you enjoyed, having to see Eddie Munson every time was so glorious.

After a winning game, so many people were invited to intend a house party where anybody could do anything they wanted. It was the peak of their high school lives after all. Due to being Jason’s precious little sister, you were always under his watch. Although it might have been sweet at time, a brother looking out for his sister, you couldn’t help but hold a grudge against it.

You found yourself quietly sitting on a random person’s couch at a house you weren’t familiar with. Everyone was either chatting upon themselves, treating other’s with a drink, or smoking. While Jason was busy hanging out with his gang, you just sat awaiting on a certain someone to save you from this dungeon.

“He said he’d be here five minutes ago,” you thought, glancing at the clock that stood above a shelf.

Tapping your thigh impatiently, you peered around the room looking for a man with long, fluffy black hair, with a patch covered denim vest. Although it took a few tries to find him, he was eventually found hiding in the corner of the living room where everyone was.

You stood up and carefully walked over to his side of the room, pushing people past you while trying not to get caught by your brother.

“Hey, there, Munson,” you called out, yelling over the loud music.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you in for a kiss.

As your lips connected, Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, while you leaned into his touch and placed you hand on the back of his neck.

Hopefully no one was watching, they’re all too busy occupying themselves anyways.

You both part away, but continue to hold each other lovingly.

“Wanna get out of here?” you asked, bringing yourself a little closer to the boy.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You began rushing through the crowd, bringing Eddie along with you by holding his lower arm. As soon as you were close to the back door, you stopped to get a hold of your friend, Macey, who you could trust very dearly.

“Hey, Mace, if anyone asks where I am, tell them I’m with a friend taking a walk. Don’t tell Jason or his goons i’m with a boy, ok?”

“Got it,” she saluted, eyeing the two of you with a smirk.

You bust open the door and immediately head towards the woods, leading Eddie to your secret spot.

As soon as you see the lake, you go to find a small wooden log, where you would usually sit when you came here. The two of you sat down and instantly went at it. You pulled Eddie in, as he placed his hands on your neck and waist to pull you closer. With the tension rising, and the moon shining across the waters onto the two of you, the scene was filled with the pure love of a teenage couple.

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a/n: hey y'all!!! Ik this one was short, bu u hope you liked it! Should I start writing for Joseph Quinn??? Byeeee

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Rainfall — E.Munson

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Summary: <In which Eddie Munson is invited by his crush, Y/n, into her house after seeing him drenched from the rain. >

Pairings: <Eddie Munson x Henderson!fem!reader>

Warnings: <use of she/her pronouns, fluff, mentioning of Satan. >

a/n: <I WROTE MOST OF THIS BEFORE VOL.2 CAME OUT AND NOW IM SAD😭😭😭. NOT PROOFREAD. I also don't know anything about guitars. the Henderson part has like no importance in this fic for except one scene. pls yell me how to do the "view post" or "keep reading" tab on mobile asap>

creds for gif: @johnclaytonmayer

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T'was a warm summer day, and everything was as best as it could be, until the rain showed up. You could say that it was very uncalled for. Those at the pool, including you and friends, started off dry and warm then became drenched and cold. It wasn't the best way to start of a summer day, but it wasn't the worst.

You didn't despise the cold weather, actually it was rather nice. Yes, you couldn't do much outside, but there was much to do indoors, such as reading in bed, baking a cake, or simply observing the beauty of the falling droplets of water the created art on your own window. Though not everyone felt this way, you definitely did.

Sitting in your room, listening to Silhouettes by The Rays, peacefully, a sudden bang of thunder occurred.

"Is it really that bad?" you thought aloud, setting your novel down and sauntering towards the window.

Peering out of the already opened window, you noticed the thunderstruck and how powerful it was. Despite the chill of the wind, the sound of rain softly hitting the earth was calming. Could you get hypothermia and get sick? Yes, no doubt about it. Was it worth it? Also, yes.

Gazing downwards, away from the lightning bolts, you noticed a… man? He was walking, in the rain, by himself. You shifted the window up just a little bit, and put your whole upper body out the other end.

Was that Eddie Munson?

“Eddie?” you asked, yelling at the boy. “Is that you?!”

“Y/n?” he looked up.

“What the hell are you doing in the rain, Eds?! You could get sick,” you exclaimed, worried about the sake of this man.

“Yea, I know," he supposed, scratching the back o his head with one arm. "I went to a friend's house an I lost my way back!"

That was most definitely not true. He had gone into the woods to retrieve the drugs that Reefer Rick owed him. But he wasn't going to say that to the girl he liked, is he?

"Mhm, ok, why don't you stay here until the storm stops?! It’s getting kind of late, plus my parents wouldn't mind!" you offered, being generous. If he stayed out there any longer he's going to get very sick.

"No, it's fine, I can use a bit of exercise," he reassured, not wanting to seem like a burden.

"Are you sure?! You look cold, no?!"

Did Eddie really want to walk two miles more than he already did? Or stay in a warm house where he could dry off and relax for a bit. He didn't really have a choice, so he chose the best, more reasonable option.

"On a second thought," he started. "You don't mind if stay with you, do you?!"

You smiled joyfully, happy with the outcome of the argument.

"Not at all, wait near the front door! I'll be there in a second!" you began to run to the door, awaiting for Eddie's arrival.

As Eddie jogged to the door, it had already opened. You appeared out the door with two towels and a blanket in hand. By the time Eddie arrived, you noticed how he was awfully drenched and was practically shivering because of the rain.

"C'mon Eds, don’t wanna freeze, now do we?"

He came inside the warm home and was wrapped up in the towels and blanket you offered.

"Let's go to my room," you directed, beginning to walk up the stairs with Eddie following. He looked at the wall just before the staircase, it was nearly covered with old school photos of you and Dustin.

Dustin was already aware of this “crush” Eddie had, but he was not aware that it was on his own sister. He assumed it was Chrissy Cunningham or someone from the crowd.

“Hey, Dustin, do you happen to have the mattress Mike used when he stayed over?” you asked, standing on the doorway of your brother’s room.

“Yea, it’s in the storage room,” he said, looking up from whatever project he was working on.

You nodded, pivoting towards the other end of the hallway.

“You can wait in my room, if you’d like, it’ll take me a minute to get across the hallway,” you smiled, continuing to walk up the stairs.

It was a fairly easy distance from the staircase to your room, your door was covered and posters and stickers. Upon entering your room, Eddie was stunned, yet not surprised by the decoration of your room. Posters of bands and movies crowded your wall. It was colorful, but dull. In the dark corner of your room hid an electric guitar.

"Sweet," Eddie admired, going I've to pick it up. "A flying V." He stroked the strings, as well caressing the v shaped body of the guitar. Right as you walked in, carrying the mattress with you, Eddie began playing a riff. Stopping your entrance, you let go and watched from the doorway.

The tall, lean man with long fingers and an odd side grin was delicately playing your electric guitar made of solid Mahogany. You stand there admiring the music while observing his hands pluck and strum the steel guitar strings. You cautiously move up to him to get a better look at how his hands are positioned, leaving the mattress behind. Although the musician's hands look to be moving quickly and with difficulty, they actually seem quite simple. The song seemed to end, as the pluck of the strings came to a stop.

“You must be a guitar expert,” you remarked, going back to carry the bare mattress.

“Oh, me? Thanks,” he smiled, gazing back down to the guitar. “How do you have it? It’s literally so perfect.”

“Before my dad and mom were officially divorced, he gifted it to me. Said he didn’t need it,” you answered, setting up Eddie’s bed for the night.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he said, seemingly embarrassed about what he said.

“No, don’t be, he was a douche to my mom, anyway,” you replied. “Tell me about your life, Eds, I wanna know more about you.”

“Me? Really? There’s nothing really interesting about me,” he said.

“What? Of course there is, I here you and your club laughing and having fun backstage of the theatre all the time. Surely there’s something interesting, I know there is.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he stammered. “Well, I was born here in Hawkins, Indiana…”

And so he went on, spilling his life story to you, as you sat there carefully listening to what he was saying. He isn’t what people say he is. They say is an Satan worshiping, devil cult leader who is insane as hell. But in reality, he’s a sweet boy who sits there and ignores it all. It really was a pleasure knowing him, and getting to hear his thoughts on things.

After he told you his life story, all night long you guys giggled and talked about absolutely everything. Chatting about opinions on different subjects, funny stories, and how boring Hawkins is. The both of you never knew how much you guys had in common. Maybe this is the start of a new friendship, or maybe something even more.

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a/n: hey y'all! Just to clarify, this is definitely not my best writing, some of it was rushed, but overall I'm ok with it. oml this season finale for stranger things 4 was a wild ride. I'm literally so excited for season 5.

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Tu es ma jolie fille — S.Harrington

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Summary: <a late night car drive with Steve “the hair” Harrington>

Pairings: <Steve Harrington x french!fem!reader>

Warnings: <smoking, use of she/her pronouns, fluff, pining>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD, i didn’t really think much of this fic, it just came out my mind i started writing. I’m not much a steve harrington gal, but i think this was just perfect for him. If you know how to shorten posts by adding the "keep reading" or "vie post" tab on mobile, pls lemme know asap>

creds for gif: @jesusscrying

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“We should put music on, don’t ya think, Stevie?” you asked, smiling at him with a sweet, soft grin.

“Fantastic idea,” he said, gazing back at you with his loving eyes. “I have cassette tapes in the back, you could choose of you’d like-“

“No it’s fine,” you interrupted, bringing yournbag into your lap. “I have one I want to play.”

You fished out your mixtape, which played all of your favorite songs, and slid it into the stereo. Pressing one of the buttons, your most favored song, Tous les garçons et les fille, began playing as you rolled down your window.

The sound of a guitar strumming and the soft beat of a drum filled the car. The slow melody was what put you in an instant trance. It’s almost as if the music influenced the movement of your arms and hands.

“Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge. Se promènent dans la rue deux par deux,” you sang, bringing your hand outside of the window to feel the harsh wind brush against you skin, the other hand brushing through your hair. “Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge. Savent bien ce que c’est qu’être heureux.”

Steve looked at you in awe, the sight before him was as beautiful as the moonlight that shone over them. The moonlight casted upon the darkness of the canyon and complemented you beauty. He was sure that his pulse was loud enough for you to hear.

“Et les yuex dans les yeux. Et la main dans la main. Ils s’en vont, amoureux. Sans peur du lendemain,” you continued to sing, aware that Steve was gawking at your presence.

You pulled out a cigarette from the pack Steve had in the cup holders, and turned down the volume of the music.

“Lighter please,” you asked, sticking out your hand. Steve handed you the lighter, and lit that cigarette. “Want one?”

Steve nodded, you picked one up and brought it to his lips

“Open,” you directed, steve opened his mouth while you put in, lighting it up too.

Overlooking the darkness of the trench, the two of you sat in the car in complete silence, enjoying each other’s presence with music playing in the background.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” Steve asked, sitting lazily in his seat. You thought for a moment, wanting to be truthful about you answer.

“I’d love to go back to Marseille, France,” you sighed, taking the cigarette in between you index and middle finger. “Most of my best friends and family are over there, and it’s so better compared to here.”

“Anywhere is better than here,” Steve stated, inhaling the cancer stick. “I wish I could go somewhere, but I can’t really think of where to go.”

An idea struck you like an arrow hit its target.

“You could always come with me when I go to my home town,” you offered, finally look up to at the brunette boy. “I can always arrange something for the both of us I think we’d have a lot of fun.”

“I’d love to, but…” Steve hesitated. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Steve, you’re never a burden. I love having you around.”

“Really?” the boy asked in disbelief.

He definitely wasn’t expecting that answer, let alone combing from you. This was when things got serious. You turned to him, looking at him dead in the eyes.

“I always envy people who are in love, and love to be around people that they love,” you started. “And you, Mr.Harrington, are someone that I am deeply in love with. So would you do me a favor, and come to France with me this summer?”

Steve was now astonished, something like this has never happened before. Usually he was the one who gave the “I love you” speech.

“Steve, say something, or i’m changing my mind,” you warned.

“Of course, Y/n,” he blurted.

“Good.”

Suddenly, you grabbed the collar of his shirt, and smashed your lips onto his, closing the gap that had separated the two of you. It took a bit of time before Steve finally gave in time the kiss. Your hands ha placed themselves onto this jaw and hair, whil his we're placed onto your throat and waist.

"Fuck, your gorgeous," he said into the kiss, wanting more.

"Oh stop it, Steve," you giggled, teasingly hitting his chest.

"But it's true!" he exclaimed, pulling away from the intimate kiss.

"<Oh, Stevie. Je ne vous mérite pas, et vous ne me méritez pas. Tu me flats tellement au point que je crois que tu es trop bon pour moi. Tu es une personne tellement romantique, je t'aime tellement>, " you said, with some sort of elegance in your tone of voice. (translation: <Oh, Stevie. I do not deserve you, nor do you deserve me. You flatter me so much to the point where I believe that you are too good for me. You are so such a romantic person, I love you so much.>)

Steve was just absolutely stunned by you. He had no idea what you said, but it sounded so beautiful to him.

"I have no idea what you said, but it was hot," he admired, adoring you presence.

You laughed again, finding a sort comedicness in his claim, "You're adorable."

"Adorable? I would think myself as handsome, but that's fine," he joked.

"That, too," you replied, now sitting in a more relaxe and comfortable position.

"Y/n?" Steve asked, turning to face you.

"Yea?"

"How do you say, 'You are my beautiful girl' in French," Steve questioned, seemingly being genuine with his question.

"Tu es ma jolie fille," you recited, bringing a sense of emotion in your voice.

"Ok, then,” Steve said. “Tu as ma jolie fille, mademoiselle.”

“Am I actually?” you asked, perked up at the comment he made towards you.

“Of course you are, beautiful,” he said. “You always have been.”

As the two of you continued to converse, the moon had brightened even more than it usually has. The moon was never this beautiful, but within your presence, it was the prettiest it could ever be.

It’s said that a full moon symbolizes the blossoming of a new and profound relationship. The moon, that night at the canyon, just so happened to be full. While the moon also symbolizes beauty, Steve just so happened to be with the most beautiful lady alive. You were most definitely his moon, and he was your sun.

A perfect match.

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a/n: <like I said in the beginning, I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS. I don't think y'all realize this, but this fiC was so fun to write idk why, it just was. I also used a trusty translation app for some of the French part of the story, so yea! It might not be the exact translation for what ik going for, but it's quite similar

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Dear, Billy - B.Hargrove

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Summary: <You visit Billy’s grave, and read out a letter you made for him before you possibly perish.>

Pairings: <Billy Hargrove x vecna cursed!reader>

Warnings: <angst, description of an afterlife, mentions of sex (just once), mentions of reincarnation >

a/n: <takes place during season 4 ofc. instead of max, it’s the reader who goes to the graveyard. i decided to make this scene a bit more relaxed and not in a rush like in the show (if that makes sense). Also, Eddie isn’t being hunted down by the infamous jocks. In conclusion, i changed a few things up. this is my first time writing for stranger things, so yea. Also if someone knows how to put the “view post” or “keep reading” tab on posts to shorten them on mobile, pls let me know asap. Au Revoir!>

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You sat in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, along with Eddie, Steve, Dustin, and Lucas who sat in the back two rows. Leaning against the car window, you choose not to participate in the group conversation, preparing yourself for what was to come next. You knew you were possessed with vecna’s curse, and that you could do nothing about it. It only made sense to visit the ones you loved most, in case anything were to happen earlier than expected.

“Ok, love dove,” Eddie started, pulling over to the side of the road. “We’re here.”

You unbuckled your seat belt, and opened the door, grabbing the piece of notebook paper that was left untouched until now.

“Thanks, Eds,” you smiled, adjusting the strap of the bag that lay on your shoulder.

“We’ll be here till you come back,” Munson replied, stopping the car. “Take as long as you need, dear.”

“Of course,” you nodded, proceeding to the large graveyard that sat in front of you. Fidgeting with the paper, you took a deep breathe in, motivating yourself. Breathing out, you began searching for Billy’s grave.

After a brief few minutes of searching, you finally found his tombstone. The only tombstone that didn’t have any flowers, not yet at least. You brought yourself down to the grass, and sat with your legs crossed.

“Hey, Billy,” you greeted, meeting with a calm silence.

As the birds chirped and the wind howled, you inspected the tombstone, and made out every detail possible. Ripped up grass sprawled around the headstone, neither was it clean. It certainly didn’t look like anybody had been here for a while.

“I just wanted to stop by and say hello before I possibly… die,” you said, marking you words with a sad yet funny tone. “Wow, surprising, right,”

“Oh! I wrote a letter for you,” you blurted, realizing what you had came here for. You struggled to fish out the paper in your bag, but remembered it was right next to you the whole time, hidden under your long skirt.

“Here it is,” you picked up the paper, unfolding it.

“Dear Billy,” you began, clearing your throat.

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“Dear Billy,

It’s been a couple months since you-know-what happened, and the world definitely hasn’t been the same since. Tommy H and Carol are still their same bitchy selves, can’t really get enough of that can we? A lot of crazy shit has happened in the last couple of days, a lot more crazier than what happened last summer.

How are you? I’m doing fine, just the same old Y/n. You know that Munson kid? Yea, he’s pretty sick, he’s got this guitar and it’s really cool looking. I know he’s not your kind of person, but once you get to know him, he’s really sweet. Harringtons got chicks now, now that you’re gone and most girls in this town aren’t fawning over you, including the moms.

I miss you, we all miss you. Especially Max. Neil left, and ran away to who knows where. Max has gotten really, even a bit too quiet. I think now that your gone, I feel very isolated. I miss when you’d climb into my bedroom from my window after a party, or Neil. I miss when you’d let me style your hair. I miss those late night drives in your Camaro. I miss when you’d talk to me about California, and how nice it was. I miss when you’d let me borrow your earrings, Max gave them to me when cleaning your stuff out. I miss those names you called me. I miss us flirting at the pool when you’re on duty and the moms saw. I miss your pretty eyes, and the way they’d sparkle in the moonlight. I definitely miss the sex. But lastly, I just miss us being together, and hanging out everyday. I mean, yea I have friends, but they’re just friends, nothing more. Now that I think about it, those were 10 things I miss about you.

I tell myself that I should move on focus on other things, such as college or trying to find a job that I actually enjoy. My mom says that I’m stuck in the past, which I most definitely am. It just feels so unfair, you know? Now that I’m practically dying, maybe I’ll see you soon? Perhaps in an afterlife, or we could just reincarnate into a life where we’ll both be happy. Oh Billy, I’m so scared. I’m really scared of this vecna bitch that just goes around killing teens. I really wish you were here. I love you, Billy Hargrove.

xoxo,

Y/n L/n “

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By now, your eyes welled up with tears, as well as your nose runny as fuck. You covered your mouth, stopping the scream of anguish from escaping your lips. You were sobbing so hard that you could perhaps run out of tears.

“I’m so sorry, Billy,” you weeped, trying to breathe to really get your words out.

Covering your face with your hands, you struggled to take a good breathe.

Eventually, you cooled down and just sat in pure silence, taking in the peace of nature that stood around you.

“Oh, shit,” you said, looking down at your watch. “I better get going, Billy. Don’t wanna keep Ed’s waiting any longer than he should’ve.”

You stood, brushing off all the dirt and grass that stuck to your long skirt. You took the flowers you prepared out of your bag, and placed them gently in front of the headstone. You began to walk back to the van, wanting to finish today with a nice long bath.

Taking a glance of the now “flowered” tombstone, you remarked, “I hope you were listening, Bills, I really put me heart and soul into that shit.”

You let out a breathy laugh, remembering the struggle of having to write that letter.

“Oh I sure did, Princess,” a manly voice said.

That voice, why is it so familiar?

You turn back, and suddenly everything was dark, as if the sun had stopped working. It was so dark that you couldn’t even see past 5 feet. The air felt a lot colder than it had been 10 seconds ago.

“Hello? Who’s there?” you asked as your voice had drawn out into a murmur.

“No need to be afraid, darlin’” the voice chortled, seemingly getting closer.

A shrivel went down your spine as you froze in place. All the blood in your face had went away, making you pale as you could ever be.

“Billy?! Billy, is that you?!” you gasped, shocked at the current event.

From where the presence was, you couldn’t make out it’s face. But as it got closer, and moved into a spot with light, you were stunned.

It was Billy, indeed.

Imitating your shocked face, mouth dropped and eyes wide open, he let out a breathy laugh and winked at you.

“Hi ya’, doll.”

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a/n: I'm not sure what can over me to write this, but I definitely enjoyed. sorry for not posting in a while, things got busy, my dog's not doing well, and I hav no motivation. I'm currently obsessed with Lestat de Lioncourt, which doesn help with anything. The only thing keeping me going is literally just tumblr. oml, I'm so excited for vol. 2 of strangers things season 4 to come out, I'm just super anxious to see who dies, bc apparently it's confirmed by the Duffer brothers that five people are going to die during vol. 2 👀. i’m also going to a GVF concert in Anaheim in November, so yea. Adieu!

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