Y/n Springs, a senior at Hawkins high and The mourning sister of the late Billy Hargrove, wanted things to stay just the same this year at school.
Sure, it was the first year she'd be attending without her long time boyfriend, Steve Harrington. But she'd still see him whenever she wanted, right?
Well, what if a tall, rather scary looking boy appears and sweeps her off her feet? That's not likely, right?
Wrong.
Unexpectedly, Eddie munson came into y/n's life.
And with him came confusion, love, disgust, good drugs and great sex.
And so much more, of course.
But does y/n deserve Eddie? Does she deserve Steve?Does she deserve anyone?
Or does she belong with Billy, like always?
I don't really know. One things for sure, she doesn't know either.
She doesn't really know anything.
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"Oh fuck, Y/n I love you" Eddie panted, ramming into me rapidly, sweating and groaning above me.
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"Holy shit, y/n I love you" Steve moaned, holding my waist gently as I bounced in his lap, moaning lightly.
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"Y/n, you know I'll always love you." Billy smiled at me, passing me the cigarette as I smiled at him, taking it and looking at the still lake below us.
"Always, Billy. You know you're my forever."
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Contains abuse, drugs, sex, strong language, and probably tons of other triggers. If you're easily triggered, maybe don't read this.
WARNING: SMUTTY
I DO NOT OWN STRANGER THINGS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.
"I've been... seeing things." Eddie's eyes immediately brightened, and he turned to look at you slowly.
"What kind of things?" His face was stern, and you saw him swallow harshly.
You gulped, trying to explain to him the imagery that appeared then disappeared almost immediately. "It's like... it started with my dads blood on my hands, and then just now I saw a grandfather clock-"
"God damn it! Jesus H Christ!" He kicked over the garbage can you stood next to. "How many times have you seen it?" He didn't turn to look at you.
"What? How did you-"
"How many times have you seen the god damn clock?!" He spun around to grab your shoulders. You could see tears welling up behind his eyelashes. Why was he crying?
"Just once."
He pulled you into his chest, wrapping one arm around your waist and cradling the back of your head in his other. "Okay, okay. This is fine. We still have time to, uh..." he trailed off, removing his hand from your head to wipe his face. "We can fix this. We can save you."
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She/her pronouns.
Descriptive smut scenes, read at your own risk 😂
I'll probably write a prequel to explain everything beforehand, I know this is a bit of a cold opening. Steve is back in your grade, so he's just a year younger.
I do not own the rights to any of the characters, dialogue, or settings.
#1 in ynfanfiction on 3/20/23, 4/16/23-4/24/23
Total word count: 136,178-ish