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We're A Family Part 6 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Good morning. I have not slept yet. Why I do not know lol But alas...I bare you this with many an answered question and some disgustingly adorable fluff.

Enjoy! <3

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, and slight angst, Some complex emotions here with the reader feeling overwhelmed. Minimal Charlie drama. Um, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3553

Kierra rubs you back as you lean over the crib you two had been looking at.

“Sweetie, it’s ok.”

“I know. I just…walking into the office and saying ‘paternity’… watching their faces as they poked them… It feels wrong.”

“It’s not wrong, Y/N. What is wrong is charging $800 for a crib.” You laugh as she flashes you the price tag and pushes you forward to the next one. Your eyes flick to Steve who’s across the store with Dylan looking at baby clothes.

Someone suddenly bumps into your side and you immediately apologize, closing your mouth when you see who it is.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I really didn’t…”, Vivian stumbled over her words.

“No, um, it’s fine.”

She smiles looking at the items in her hands before quickly hiding them. “I’m not…I swear…my sister is pregnant so we’re getting stuff for the baby shower.”

“We?”

“Well look at you, Y/N.” You roll your eyes as Charlie comes into view. “I heard a rumor you were pregnant but I didn’t believe it.”

“Yup. Because what man would want to make love and start a family with me?!”

His eyes narrowed at your sarcastic tone. “Your lawyer talk to you yet?”

“Charlie! To what do we owe the pleasure?” Eddie came up beside you and your sister as he politely nods a hello to Vivian.

“As you can see, I’m talking to Y/N here.”

“And as you can see this isn’t a courthouse and your lawyers aren’t here so feel free to be on your way.”

“Ok. Alright now.” Steve came from behind your ex and stepped between them making you panic as you looked around for Dylan. His little eyes met yours from his place behind Vivian and your heart broke. “Let’s not do this in the middle of a baby supply store in front of Dylan.”

Charlie searched for him, beaming down at the boy. “Hey Dil. How are you doing, kid?”

Vivian called after him as he ran in the opposite direction and you disconnected from the group to follow him. You found your son sitting on a piece of display furniture with his head hung down to his chest. Pulling over a rocking chair, you sit beside him as you lightly rock back and forth.

“When you were a baby, we had a chair kind of like this one, and every time you cried, one of us would hold you as we rocked. It worked every time. No one believed me either! ‘Every time? No way!’”

You smiled at him as you noticed him doing the same.

“I would do that now but I don’t think with my belly the three of us could fit up here.”

Dylan glanced at you as he took in the chair you were sitting in before scooting over and patting the seat beside him. As soon as you sat down, he curled up into your side as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his head to your chest. Pushing off on your toes, you rocked the seat you both were in as the boy started to cry.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Kierra sits in the chair beside you, looking at you both with empathetic eyes. “They left…without incident and, um, the boys bought one of the cribs I told them you said you like so…they are taking it to the car and then bringing it around since it started to rain.”

“Thank you. Come on, weirdo. Let’s go home.”

#############

“I wish you had told me about this relationship, Y/N.”, Lidia sighed as she chugged the glass of whiskey Steve had brought to her. “I mean, this entire thing is bullshit anyway.” She holds up the court documents for emphasis before sliding them across the table. “This environment is way better for him than his fathers.”

“What does she do?”, Eddie asked.

“Right now, nothing. Just focus on your pregnancy and we’ll go from there. I imagine after she gets here, they’ll focus more on time and money when it comes to Dylan and the three of you.”

Their eyes followed you as you slowly rose from the table and without saying a word headed up the stairs. After your lawyer left, they found you in the baby’s room, sitting against the wall as you began assembling her crib.

“Honey…” Steve descended to the floor as Eddie followed. You continued the task in front of you as tears gradually began to fall. One of the pieces you were holding wouldn’t connect with its corresponding part making you frustrated as you slammed them to the ground in anger. The man pushed them to the side as he tried collecting you in his arms.

“No! No. Just… no.”

“Ok. That’s okay, baby.” Your phone in the bedroom began to ring and Eddie quickly got to his feet to see who it was. “We’re right here. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Um…it’s the doctor’s office.” Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s, unsure of what he should do.

“Y/N, we’re going to turn on the speaker and you just talk.”

You nodded as the metalhead got back down, holding the phone between you three.

“Hey, Y/n!”, the doctor greeted in a happy tone. “How are you and Aurora feeling?”

“We’re alright. Just exhausted.”

“I can imagine. Well, I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to tell you that the paternity test did come back at about 97% probability. When it comes to pre-birth tests, depending on the number, sometimes I suggest another after the baby is born but I don’t see any reason here. It seems Edward Munson is little Aurora’s biological father.”

Eddie exhaled heavily as he dropped the phone to the floor.

“Hey doc, this is Steve. Thanks for giving us a call. We’ll call you back tomorrow if we have any more questions.” Before the man could say anything, Steve hung up the phone. “What’s going on, guys. What are we feeling?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His large palms reached over to cup your face. “Y/N, listen to me. This changes absolutely nothing. She is OURS. Mine and Eddie’s. I love her with every fiber of my being and I love you to.”

The metalhead wiped his eyes before extending his arms, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.”

You lean back, looking at him with total confusion. “I just… I spent most of my life being called trash. The only other girl we were serious with said she never wanted to have any of my kids. I was so sure she was Steve’s. It never even really sunk in that biologically she could be mine. I…I never thought this would ever happen for me…to have a little me running around.”

He pulled your lips to his and you allowed it as you kissed him back.

“I’m sorry for…me.”, you laughed as you explained. “The other day with Charlie in the baby store, just seeing my son so heartbroken… and then this custody bullshit. I don’t want to put him through that. I’m tired of him and you guys always…fighting. Dylan fighting to have the dad he wants from Charlie and you two always fight for me when it comes to him, Steve’s dad, my mom. Add in this…”, you gesture to your phone. “It killed me watching you take that test. I feel like the four of us haven’t had any time to breathe since I got pregnant. I feel like we aren’t as happy as we used to be.”

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“Um, where are we going?”, you scanned outside your window when you realized Steve wasn’t headed back home.

“You’ll see.”

You knew that grin. He and Eddie were definitely up to something. “Weirdo, do you know what they are up to?”

“Uh, no. Not this time.”

“Excuse me, sweetheart. The child isn’t always the brain trust of our mischievous deeds.” You giggle as you lean back in your seat and accept your fate.

As Steve pulls into a parking lot, Eddie points to the building. “Kid, what does that say?”

“Hawkins Ak-war-e-um?”

The metalhead grinned as he ruffled his hair, your head whipped around to look at them. “Hawkins Aquarium?”

The other man smiled as he got out of the car, running around to help you out on your side. “We thought you were right. The four of us haven’t gone out to have some fun in a while.”

Dylan’s eyes grew as you guys stepped inside, taking in all the gigantic tanks around him. He gripped your hand and pulled you further inside as the guys lingered back to pay.

“Wow. I never would have guessed Hawkins had anything like this.”

“Honestly, we didn’t either. A quick google search informed me otherwise.”, Steve smiled. Eddie lightly pushed your son and both boys ran down a long hallway. “Jesus, I’m telling you, honey. We’re going to have three kids in the house.”

You playfully slap his chest as you two follow after them. “Steve? How, um, how are you really feeling about…everything with Aurora?”

His fingers intertwine with yours as he sighs. “Y/N, I meant what I said the other day. She’s both of ours and I still love her. Now that we know, at least next time, we can use my… you know.”

You giggle up at him as he blushes. “Mr. I talk dirty in bed can’t say the word sperm?”

“Yeah, yeah. Calm down.” Steve’s smile grows as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Plus, did you see how happy Eddie was? Fucking Emily and his parents made him think anything from the Munson gene would be garbage.” His nostrils flare as he shakes his head.

You watch as the metalhead lifts Dylan into his arms as they point at the glass. “Mom, look.”

A whine escapes your lips as you notice a shark swim by. “Ew. What was that?”, Eddie laughed.

“I don’t like sharks. My dad showed us Jaws at the wrong age.”

“Jaws. With the fake ass, mechanical shark?”

“I know. It doesn’t even look real.”, Dylan giggles.

You turn to glare at Steve with a joke-filled annoyed face. “So, yeah, I told Robin he might be too young but she insisted it wasn’t scary. He did fine though!”

“Oh my god. You two are the worst.”

“Me?! Why am I being lumped in with him?”, Eddie whines.

“Because! I’m sure you did something. I know it.”

###############

After you guys got home the boys announced they had one more surprise, demanding you and Dylan close your eyes as they guided you both up the stairs.

“Ok, you two, open ‘em.”

Your jaw dropped as your son gasped in excitement. Eddie and Steve had led you into the baby’s now finished room. They had completed painting the walls a light shade of pink before lining it with different mementos of the family. By her completely assembled crib, hung the Corroded Coffin banner you remembered had previously hung in Eddie’s room at the trailer. Along the other walls were posters for movies Steve had actually seen including The Princess Bride and Sleeping Beauty.

Next to a bookshelf in the corner, they had painted a simplified version of the Hogwarts logo from Harry Potter along with every family member name and the house they belonged to according to Dylan. Inside the shelf itself, there were books and photos of the entire family including Kierra, Wayne, and Robin. In another corner, boxes were leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, we haven’t gotten to set those up yet. That’s, uh, changing table and a rocking chair, I believe. Kid said we had to get a chair like that.” Dylan beamed up at Eddie as he spoke.

“I think now all we need is a basinet, highchair, and whatever those bouncy chair things are you can sit them in.”

“Bouncy chair thing…” Steve rolls his eyes as he reaches over to punch the boy’s arm. “Oh! And a car seat. Your sister said she knew someone who had a spare so she would bring it by later.”

“Do…do you like it, babe?” When you turned to answer him, the tears were already free flowing down your cheeks. “Oh, honey.”, he chuckles as he reaches for you and you collapse in his arms.

“What about you, dude? Do you like it? You can cry to if you want. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie chuckles when Dylan makes a face at him.

“I think it’s really cool. Ro is going to love it.

#############

“Hey!” Steve playfully exclaims as he comes into the bedroom to find you and Eddie passionately kissing. “No ‘let’s wait for Steve’ or nothin’!”

You grin up at him as the metalhead’s lips trail away from yours down to you neck. Grabbing his shirt, you yank him to the bed, bringing his mouth to yours. “Thank you for today. It was so nice seeing Dylan smile like that again.”

“It was nice seeing you smile like that again to.”, Eddie adds as he sits up on one of his elbows.

“Um, excuse me. Who told you to stop kissing me?” They both laugh as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m going to be honest here. I really want to fuck you but I also really have no idea how with the…”, he gestures to your belly.

“Well, you see, Eds. You take that big, long thing below your waist and stick it—”

“Ay! Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. Thanks for the sass.”

“You just have to promise to be honest, honey, okay? If we’re hurting you or you feel like you need a break…”

“I promise.” Steve smiles as he starts removing his clothes. “Can I have you both?”

They glance at each other worriedly. “Is it…can we?”, Eddie asks.

“I can lay on my side…”

The metalhead grins as he climbs off the bed and takes off his sweatpants before gradually removing your sleepwear, lips gently caressing your baby bump as you run your fingers through his hair. A small squeak of surprise leaves his body as he feels his legs being pulled towards the end of the mattress.

Steve smirks as he descends to his knees and takes Eddie’s cock into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he takes the boy all the way down to the back of his throat.

“Yes, Steve. Jesus.”

Sucking on the pads of your fingers, you bring them to your clit as you moan watching them. Eddie cranes his neck to watch you, licking his lips at the sight. “Come here, baby.” He pats beside him but you hesitate as he reaches to adjust you over his face.

“Eddie…I… I’m too heavy.”

“Y/N, I love you but shut up. You are NOT too heavy.”, he giggles as he guides you on top of him. “Plus, if this is the way I’m meant to go than I will be the coolest guy in heaven.”

Before you can even respond, his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds. You balance your hands on his chest as he groans into your body.

“Fuck, princess. You taste different. Sweeter. Oh my god.” His tongue invades your entrance, driving you crazy as your eyes roll back. You whimper his name, feeling yourself clench around him. Eddie’s hips thrust up causing Steve to gag and cling to the man’s thighs.

He flicks his eyes up to you and you flash him a tiny smile as you grind your hips on the metalhead’s face. His thumb reaches up to rub fast circles on to your clit and you immediately cover your mouth, suppressing the need to scream his name.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, your body shutters as you cum. Mewling as Eddie runs his tongue back and forth, licking you clean. You carefully slide off him as Steve climbs up his body to kiss the man’s lips.

They place themselves on either side of you, tenderly kissing any part of your skin they can reach. Eddie grips your hips as he guides himself into your ass, Steve carefully watching your face before lifting your leg and holding your thigh in his hand before sliding into your entrance.

You whimper at the feeling of them as they slowly begin to thrust into you, your head resting on the pillow as it suffocates your moans.

“You…you okay, Y/N?”, Steve pants.

“Yeah, I’m—mmm—I’m alright. Feels…so good.” Eddie sweaty forehead falls against your shoulder as his hips roll, pushing himself deeper into you. “F-fuck, Eddie, baby. Like that.”

Your hands reach forward as you cling to the other man’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Steve, you… you can go a little faster. Please… please…I’m almost…”

When he does as you request, you feel as if your entire body is going to explode. A sweaty palm flew over your mouth as your head tilted backwards, moaning loudly as you came. Eddie came with you, grunting into your shoulder as he thrust ropes of his seed into you, wrapping his arms around your front to hold you to his chest.

Steve followed shortly after, his forehead falling to your own as his rhythm slowed, breathing silent moans onto your face as he came inside you. After pulling his cock out, he gently lowered your leg and rolled onto his back. When he turned his head to look at you, your eyes were closed but he knew you were still awake because your hand was tenderly stroking Eddie’s arm that was still clinging to you above your belly.

As for the man himself, all he saw was tussled hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

“You still alive, Munson?”

“Mhmm… just in heaven.” His answer made you laugh.

“Do I have to take a bath?”, you whined. Steve took that as his cue as he got up and headed for the bathroom, grabbing a rag to clean you with. “Thank you…for today.”

“You already thanked us, honey.”

“Well, I’m thanking you again!”

#############

4 Months Later

“Thank you for calling Family Video. This is Steve. How can I—”

“Steven!”

“Kierra? What’s wrong?!”

“Y/N’s water broke. We’re headed to the hospital. Get the other dork and get over here!”

“Kierra…be nice…”, your heavy breathing echoing in the background. “I love you!”

Steve hangs up the phone and practically jumps over the counter. “Whoa, Harrington! Where’s the fire?”

“Y/N’s in labor. I gotta…” She chuckles as he points to the door.

“Go! Send me a picture!”

The man gets in his car and speeds down the thankfully empty Hawkins streets to the mechanic shop to pick up Eddie who dives into the car the moment it pulls up.

They race to the hospital, your sister giggling as they skid down the hallway. “She’s in that room over there. Go be with your wife and I’m going to go get Dylan. He’s got a sister to meet.”

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With half lidded eyes, you smile as Eddie holds Aurora in his arms, his finger holding her tiny hand. A big toothy grin spreads across his face when he looks up and sees you and Steve watching him with adoration.

“Shut up.”, he chuckles.

“Mom?” Dylan runs to your bed as Steve lifts him up so he can hug you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, weirdo. I’m just tired.”

“Ohhhhh…look at my niece.” Kierra starts to tear up as she sits beside the metalhead and runs her finger gently along the baby’s cheeks.

“Do you want to hold her?”, he asks.

“I do but I promised Dylan he could first.” She kisses Eddie’s cheek before he carefully stands and comes to your side. You position him so he’ll be more comfortable and the man slowly lowers her into his little arms. He smiles as Steve takes a picture.

“She’s so small.”

“Pfft, she didn’t feel that way.”, you giggle as you lean back against the pillow.

“When does she get hair like Steve’s?”

“Oh, dude, I’m afraid she’s going to have hair like mine unless we pray really hard she gets your mom’s gorgeous locks.” Eddie lightly messes his curls making your son laugh.

Dylan and Kierra stayed for a while before heading back home, your sister offering to watch him so the boys could stay with you. Wayne and Robin were going to come by sometime tomorrow and for that you were thankful, desperately ready to get some sleep.

Eddie had already beat you to it, curling up in the chair by the window. Steve, however, was fully alert as he kept an eye on you waiting for you to finish feeding her so he could put her in their makeshift crib.

“Steve? I wanted to wait till everyone was gone before I said anything…”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. I just…you haven’t held her yet.”

“Yeah, I know. I just thought…you know…Eddie should and then Dylan—”

“Steve”, you interrupted. “I know your scared. It’s okay. I promise…you’re not alone, remember? She loves you.”

He held out his hands as you lean forward and place the baby in his arms. “Hey, Ro. I, uh, I don’t know if you remember my voice but…”

Her mouth opens as a small coo emits from her lips. Steve shoulders start to relax as she turns her head towards his chest.

“I’m one of your daddies.”

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We're A Family Part 5 (Steddie X You)

A/N: This was the other chapter I mentioned finishing last night. I kid you not I have so many tiktoks saved of how I picture these two as fathers to a baby. Lol. Enjoy <3.

Warnings: Not smut just an ungodly amount of fluff with slight angst from Mr. Harrington causing a ruckus and being a dick to Steve and the reader. The boys talk about their trauma briefly with Dylan. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3439

“Who’s this?” The doctor smiles at the young boy being held in Steve’s arms.

“This is my son, Dylan. He’s anxious like they are to find out what it is.”, you chuckle as he prepares you for the ultrasound.

“Ah, I see and what are the bets at?”

“Split 50/50.”, Eddie grins as he holds your hand.

The doctor laughs as he runs the wand along your belly. “How have you been feeling, Y/N?”

“Exhausted. She kind of started moving around a couple of weeks ago and loves cupcakes but there never seems to be enough in the house.” You playfully scowl at every member in your little family.

“Ay, dads. You two really need to shape up if you want mom to have a happy, peaceful pregnancy.” His eyes meet your wide ones as he glances at the other two men in the room. “Honey, we don’t judge here. As long as you and your baby are safe…that’s all I care about.”

Eddie caresses your hand comfortingly with his thumb as he smiles.

“And as always, it seems like the mama knows everything. Congratulations.”, he grins. “Meet your daughter.”

####################

You look down at Wayne from your place on the step stool as he giggles to himself. “What?”

“Oh, nothing, sweetheart. I’m just picturing my nephew as a girl dad. I can absolutely see it but it’s a funny image.”

Smiling, you focus back on the wall in front of you. Eddie’s uncle had come over to see the ultrasound and offered to help you guys paint the spare bedroom. The guys had already moved out all the instruments and cleared the room while Dylan helped place the tap along the base boards. While the boys went to go grab some food, you took advantage of the time to help Wayne.

The further along you got in in your pregnancy the more protective they became.

“Baby! Get down from there. Wayne, don’t let her do that.” Eddie quickly shuffled to you, gripping your forearm as he guided you down the two-step ladder.

“Edward, she’s two feet off the ground! She’s fine.”, his uncle laughed.

“We’ve been calling you for a few minutes. We brought back some burgers.”

“Oh, thank God. I’m starving!” He grins at you as you three descend the stairs.

“She was on the stepstool painting.” Steve turned from Eddie to you with a playfully frustrated look on his face.

“Tattletale.” You throw a napkin at him as Dylan laughs.

“Have you guys thought of a name yet?”, Wayne asks.

“I like Arwen.” You and the metalhead smile at your son as the other man looks around confused.

“The pointy eared girl in Lord of the Rings.”, Eddie explains as Steve nods. “We, honestly, haven’t really talked about it. What were you going to name him if he was a girl?”

Your grin grows already knowing where Dylan will take this. “I swear this is a coincidence but I always liked the name Lily.”

“Like Harry Potter’s mom!”

“Yes, weirdo BUT like I said. Coincidence.”, you laugh. “What about you guys?”

“His mom wanted to name him Leanne, if he was a girl.” Wayne smirks at Eddie’s scrunched face.

“I’ve always liked Aurora.” Steve looked up from his plate to realize everyone was looking at him. “What? My mom showed me that Disney movie when I was a kid where the girl gets cursed if she pokes her finger on the wheel thing.”

“On the wheel thing…”

“Shut up, Eddie. You mean Sleeping Beauty.”

“Yeah! Thank you, baby. Anyway, she dances to that song “Once Upon a Dream”. When I was in school, I always wanted to be the prince dancing with the girl but…no. Munson will laugh at me.”

“Steven, I promise if he does, I’ll throw him out.” Eddie stuck his tongue out at his uncle who responded with a joking stern stare.

Steve sighs as he looks over at you. “Since I found out you were pregnant, I started picturing me singing it to her.”

“No…you can’t do this to me. I have all the hormones.” You smile as you hold back your tears, walking over to give him a hug.

“I like Aurora.” Eddie smiles as he winks at you both.

“Me to.”, Dylan adds as Steve reaches over to ruffle his hair.

The doorbell suddenly rings causing both boys to begin getting out of their seats.

“Oh my god. I’m pregnant not broken. I’m standing! Let me answer the door.” Shaking your head at their antics, you head to see who it is. Your smile fades as you breathe a sigh, opening the front door, and stepping outside. “What can I do for you, Mr. Harrington?”

“Is my son here?”

“Why? What do you need from him?”

“Just get my son, please.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I said no. I’m not going to let you hurt him. He’s been doing so much better without you constantly belittling him.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? He was doing just fine before you stuck your claws in him, you gold digging whore!”

“Really? Is that best you got? I love your son and I have never once asked him for a dime.”

Mr. Harrington scoffed as he pushed past you into the house, marching towards the kitchen.

“Dad? What are you—”

“Steven, we need to talk.”

“Uh, Dylan. Why don’t you come help me finish painting the wall upstairs?” Wayne reached for the boy’s hand who immediately pulled it away, placing himself at Steve’s side.

“No! You’re rude and we don’t talk to family the way you talk to him.”

Steve’s dad turns to glare at you. “Definitely your kid.”

“He actually picked up that protectiveness from your son.”

Steve lifts Dylan in his arms and passes him to Eddie’s uncle. “I got this, little man. Thank you for standing up for me.” The little boy’s eyes stay on his as Wayne carries him up the stairs. “Why don’t you help them, honey.”

“Steve Harrington, your insane if you think I’m leaving you down here.”

His head cranes to find Eddie, who nods in affirmation as he leans against the counter.

“So… she’s pregnant? Who’s the father?”

“We are.”

Mr. Harrington laughs like his son had just said the stupidest thing he had ever heard. “Steven, come on. That’s just not reality.”

“Oh, thanks for that. Her mom already beat you to that lecture though.”

“Ah, yes. It seems your mother has become closer with hers. They spend almost every evening at the country club racking up my credit card bill. Like mother like daughter.”, he rolls his eyes.

“Dad, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Apparently, I’m a gold-digging whore according to your father.” You walked past him to stand by Eddie, seeing his palms clench against counter.

Fire ignited in Steve’s eyes as he took a step forward. “You called her that?”

“I call it like a see it. Look at her. She could barely afford to take care of a child by herself. That’s why she was living in those god awful apartments. Thankfully, she landed in the lap of a Harrington and got pregnant!”

“So…what am I to her then? A consolation prize?”, Eddie asks sarcastically. “Because I definitely don’t come from money. I mean I am sexier than him but...”

“Eddie…”, you chided.

“I’m making a point here, sweetheart.”

“If I were you…I would leave now and get a paternity test before she takes your last name.” Your eyes widen as both boys look at him with confusion. Mr. Harrington turns to face you. “You haven’t told him?”

“Please… don’t do this. I was going to surprise them.”

“That’s why I came over. To warn and protect my son.” He fishes into his jacket pocket and pulls out some photocopied papers as he tosses them towards Steve. “Thankfully, I have friends in some pretty high places.”

You hang your head as you feel yourself start to cry.

“What is this, Y/N?”

“I…I was doing research into if I could put both your last names on the baby’s birth certificate and…and I found out that in Indiana I can change my last name if I file some paperwork. I put in a request last week to get that started…to change my last name to Munson-Harrington.” Your eyes find theirs as you shrug. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Steve’s arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest. “Honey, I love it. You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

“I know. I just thought it would make it more official, I guess.”

Eddie kissed your temple as he placed his hand on your hip, tugging you closer to his side. Steve turned to face his father. “Get out of my house.”

“Steven—”

“Get. Out. You insulted the woman I love and were disrespectful to me and my family. I won’t tolerate it.”

“Look at you still playing the family man. Fine. Have it your way but don’t you dare come begging me for a handout when you realize handling TWO children, especially a baby, is too hard and expensive. You are NOT ready for this, son.”

“Not even a little but that’s what being a parent is. The only things I do know are that I love her so fucking much and I’m never going to let her grow up the way I did.”

His father shot him one last dirty look before spinning on his heels and slamming the front door as he left.

“Well look at you, you sexy bastard.” Eddie clapped as Steve turned back to you two. “Good job, Harrington.”

The man smiled till he noticed you were making a funny face. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong…just weird. I forgot what that felt like.” You reached for his palm and placed it on the side of your belly. Steve eyebrows raised when felt something push against it. “She started moving when you told your dad to leave. I think she’s proud of you to.”

His face lights up as he descends to his knees in front of you. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”, Steve whisper, grinning from ear to ear as she pushes against him again. “Eddie, feel this.” He tugs the boy’s wrist, placing it where his head at been.

“I don’t feel anything.” As he spoke, the baby kicked again making you giggle.

“Well, she likes you two.”

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“Hey, dude. I’m going to try something. You want to come help me?”, Eddie asked.

Dylan nodded excitedly as he bounced on your bed closer to where he was sitting at with his guitar. The metalhead grabbed your hands and dramatically pulled you to a sitting position making you smile.

“Ok, I know mom will like this but let’s see how little Ro feels.” He reached for the little boy’s palms and placed them in a random spot on your stomach. Steve rounded the corner, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom as Eddie began to strum the instrument and softly sing.

“Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive.”

You feel movement in your tummy but it’s not enough for Dylan to feel it to. Gently, you slide his hands across your skin to where she was, hoping she’d do it again.

“We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen, still…”

His wide eyes meet yours as the baby kicks against his palm. “Eddie! She likes it!”, Dylan exclaimed as he put his other hand down to feel more.

“So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home”

“Wow. Does it hurt?”

“No. It just feels weird.”

“It looks like that scene from Alien.”, Eddie grins as he places his guitar to the side.

Dylan flashes you a confused face and you immediately cut him off before he can ask. “It’s a movie and NO you can’t watch it.” You turn to jokingly glare at Steve. “And don’t you dare show it to him. I don’t care what Robin says.”

He holds up his hands defensively as he jumps into the bed, sitting cross-legged beside you.

“Steve, why is your dad so mean?”

“Whoa, where did that come from?”, you ask.

“I’m just…curious. He shouts loud like my dad. Maybe YOU should take time away from him too!”

Steve chuckles under his breath. “I think that’s a good idea, kid. I…I have no idea why he’s like that. Maybe because his dad wasn’t so great either.”

His tiny face scrunches together as Dylan looks at you before addressing the man again. “I don’t get it. If his dad was mean to him…and your dad is mean to you…you’re not mean.”

“Jesus Christ, dude, you have a big brain.”, Eddie reaches over and lightly hits the boy’s knee making him smile.

“I was mean for a while. Then my senior year I decided I didn’t want to be like that anymore.”

“Oh.”, he nodded as he turned to sit in Steve’s lap. “What about you, Eddie? I haven’t met your dad. Is he mean?”

“Oh, baby. I don’t think we should—”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. He’s actually never really asked before. I don’t mind.”, Eddie grinned comfortingly at you before face Dylan. “Yeah, kid. My dad was…a total butthead. But I moved in with Wayne when I was a couple of years older than you and he’s the best dad I could have asked for.”

“Why did you move in with him?”

“Um…” He glances at you making sure it’s ok to tell him and you slightly nod as you reach for his hand. “My dad…did something he shouldn’t have…and went to jail.”

Dylan focuses his eyes in front of him, pouting out his lips as he thinks. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair. “What’s running through your mind, weirdo?”

“Sirius.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone as he points to Eddie and Steve.

You can’t help but giggle, loving the way your son chooses to understand things. “Go get it.”

He smiles as he slides off the man’s lap and runs to his bedroom. “What is he doing?”

Dylan comes back into your room and hops back onto the bed, flipping through the pages of the Harry Potter book he had grabbed. You look over it with him, pointing when you find what he’s looking for. He clears his throat as he begins to read out loud.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.”

Eddie chuckles as he tugs on the boy’s arm, pulling him in for a hug. “You’re a good kid, you know that?”

Steve’s phone vibrates and he leans over to grab it from the nightstand. You notice his face fall before he sighs. “I’ll, um…I’ll be right back.”

The metalhead follows him with his eyes before glancing at you and gesturing for you to follow him. “Come on, dude. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

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“No, mom. I’m not going to let him…Mom, you don’t understand…”

You found Steve outside on the back patio, pacing as he talked on his phone. He seemed so flustered as he spoke and it broke your heart. He deserved better.

“Because I’m not going to let him come into MY house and disrespect me and my family… I don’t fucking care! Let him cut me off. He keeps threatening to do it. Let him fucking follow through!” He paused when saw you watching him and you immediately fell into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around his waist. His hand pressed you closer to his chest as he rested his cheek in your hair.

“Mom, look, I don’t know what you want from me. It is what it is. I love Y/N and Eddie. I’m not leaving them to make dad happy so he’ll give me an inheritance. He should want to that anyway so his grandson and granddaughter are taken care of.”

Steve sighed as you heard silence on the other end. “Yeah…we’re having a girl by the way. Her name is Aurora. Congratulations.” With that he hung up and placed the phone on the banister.

“Steve, I’m so sorry.”

“Naw, baby. I’m not.” He backed into one of the patio chairs and pulled you onto his lap. “If they want to be that way that’s fine. I have you guys.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” He smiled as you kissed his forehead.

“Hey, um, I wanted to talk to you and Ed about something—”

“Talk to Ed about what?”, Eddie asks.

“Geez, like fucking Beetlejuice. Say his name three times and he’ll appear.” The metalhead flashed the boy a cheesy grin as he stepped off the patio into the grass. “Where are you going?”

“I need a smoke and you need to talk so I’m getting away from our pregnant wife so both tasks can be completed.” He lights his cigarette and gestures towards Steve. “Go on.”

“So, I was thinking, my dad is an asshole but he is right. My salary isn’t enough to really do much when it comes to supporting us. I mean out of the three of us I make the least.”

“Baby, you know that doesn’t matter to us.”

“I know, honey, but I want to do more. Not just financially but in life. I was thinking, maybe, I could try applying to school again.”

You and Eddie smile at each other run your fingers through his hair. “What were you thinking about getting a degree in?”

“I don’t know. I mean I’m good with kids. I was thinking about possibly teaching.”

“That sounds like a great idea, Harrington.”

“Yeah? I figure I can go part time and—”

“Don’t overload yourself, Steve. Of course, I want this for you but I don’t want your burn out either.”

“We’ll figure it out, princess. Just one thing at a time. He said it’s something he wanted to do. He hasn’t even applied yet.”

You nod as you lean against Steve’s shoulder.

“Can we talk about one more thing that we haven’t really gotten to focus on since Harrington’s dad did his little emotional drive by?” You both laugh as he continues. “What did you find out, Y/N, about putting our names on the baby’s birth certificate?”

“I found out that I can give her your last names…” You sit up and rise to your feet. “But only me and one of you can be put on the document itself.”

“So we DO need to get a paternity test.” Eddie stomped out his cigarette before picking it up and bringing it to the ashtray.

“I’m sorry.” The metalhead came up and pulled you to his chest. “It feels wrong. I wish I hadn’t fucked up so we could have done this the right way.”

“Define ‘right way’ in our dynamic.”, Steve chuckles as he stands and encircles you in his arms as well. “It’s ok, sweetheart. Like we said, she’s OUR daughter.”

Eddie kisses your forehead as he moves to open the backdoor for you. “That paperwork that you filed for your last name? How long does that take?”

“A few months they said. There are a few things they need to go over and some more papers I need to fill out. It doesn’t entitle me to anything and I’m not sure why your father thinks it does but”, you shrug.

“Honey, even without our last names you’re definitely entitled to everything. You and Eddie…Anything that’s mine is yours.” You smile as Steve winks.

“Aw. How sweet it is to be loved by you, Harrington.” The man hangs his arm around the boy’s neck. “I’d say dido but I don’t have much. The guitar would go to the kid as well as my D & D set. Hm… Oh! Babe, you can have my leather jacket and Steve can take my stash.”

“Oh my god! You both are a mess.”

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We're a Family Part 4 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Sorry this took me awhile. I've been so obsessed with I'm in Control I hadn't really had any ideas for these 3. But alas...I bear you this. <3

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!), as we know by now reader is pregnant but it's still early. Reader mentions missing her dad <3, smut of course (because Im always horny for these two).

Word Count: 3335

“Oh ma god.” Your sister danced around excitedly with the ultrasound in her hand. “I’m going to be aunt.”

“Hey!”, Dylan pouts from his place near the hood of her car.

“You know what I mean!” Kierra grins at him before hug tackling you.

“Yeah, you’re not going to be anything if you blow up”, Eddie cleans his hands as he turns around. “Kierra, how long has it been since you did any kind of maintenance on this car?”

“Define ‘maintenance’.”

He laughs as he sighs. “I can get it running but you may really want to consider looking into getting a new mode of transportation.”

“Hey Kierra.” Steve greets your sister as he exits the house. “Hey, should you be that close to the car when your pregnant?” A small smile paints your face as your sibling giggles. “I mean with all the fumes and stuff.”

“Yeah, usually I would make fun of him to but with this vehicle threatening to send us to all to hell…” Dylan covers his mouth as he laughs at Eddie’s comment.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just be careful.” He places a quick peck on your lips as he runs to his car.

“Is he off to work?”, Kierra asks.

“No, he’s been spending every Wednesday with Robin. I think it helps clear his head with everything going on.”

“Speaking of everything, I haven’t heard anything from douchebag. No rumors of court dates or anything like that.”

“Eh, let’s take one stressful situation at a time.” You smile at her as the engine roars to life.

“Ah, Mr. Munson, you are my hero!”

####################

“Eddie! Baby! Get down here!”, Steve hollered from downstairs.

“Jesus, dad. We’re coming!”, Eddie playfully whines as he stomps down the stairs.

“Here you go little dude.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

You and Eddie freeze in the kitchen doorway as you look around. Steve had made a pretty complex dinner that smelled amazing. He had set the table that your son was currently sitting at with a huge grin on his face. Now it wasn’t uncommon for him to cook or make dinner but usually it was something quick that you could throw in the oven or took at most ten minutes to prepare. He had clearly put in a lot of effort with this meal.

“Ok, I think he may have upped his game and is now kidnapping us both. If the food tastes sour or like it’s been poisoned spit it out.”, the metalhead whispers loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Calm down. I just wanted to do something nice especially after being a jerk a couple of weeks ago. Baby, I know you’ve been craving pasta so,” he gestures towards the table.

“I really have. It was the same with weirdo.” You point at Dylan as you take a seat. “That and Neapolitan ice cream. I’m not sure why but all the flavors mixed together just hit right.”

You four enjoy your dinner with your son asking a lot more questions about what you were like when you were pregnant with him and how he was when he was baby. After a while he asked if he could watch tv before running into the living room.

“Steve, thank you for this. It was delicious.” He smiles at your compliment, reaching over to intertwine your fingers with his.

“So, what’s going on, bud?”, Eddie asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve known you for a long time and while I do think this was an apology dinner…I also think you want to talk about something.”

Steve’s brown eyes meet yours as you nod, agreeing with the metalhead. “I didn’t want to push you. I figured you’d bring it up later when we were upstairs.”

“Can’t hide anything from either of you.”, he chuckles. “Okay, yeah, I’ve been keeping something a secret but I want to talk about it now.” Your thumb caresses his skin, comforting him. “I haven’t been hanging out with Robin every Wednesday. I’ve actually been going to a therapist in town.”

“Huh. That explains some things.” Eddie leans back in his chair, waiting for the other man to continue.

“I don’t like the way I lashed out at both of you but especially you, Y/N. I promised you before we moved, you’d never have to worry about me making you feel unappreciated or worthless. You deserve better. You, Eds, Dylan, and that baby. I want to be better.”

“Honey, I’m proud of you for doing that. I don’t blame you for the way you reacted—”

“I do. It was unfair of me to put that all on you. And Eddie, I regret everything I said to you. I know I panicked but that’s no excuse.”

“I forgive you, man. The news shook us all. I’d be lying if I didn’t say there is a part of me that’s afraid I’ll fuck up and become my dad to but Wayne said that Y/N would sooner kill me then let that happen.”

“I mean, he’s not wrong.”, you laugh. “Steve, why didn’t you tell us when you started going?”

“I don’t know. I think I just wanted to test it out first and see if it would even do any good. Plus, I didn’t want you two to worry.”

“Why are you telling us now?”

“She suggested I should. I told her I wanted to make this apology dinner and she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you I had been coming to see her.”

“I’m proud of you to, man.” Eddie gets up grabbing your plate along with his and takes it to the sink.

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Steve sits along the edge of the porcelain tub in his boxers with his legs on either side behind you. His fingers glide under your chin and tenderly tip your head back. You sigh when you feel the warm water run down your hair. The sound of the plastic cup echoes through the bathroom as he places it to the side and reaches for your shampoo. Your eyes flutter closed as his hands firmly but gently massage the product into your scalp.

Eddie leans against the other side across from you, a small smile on his lips as he watches your face. “So, when am I supposed to start rubbing your feet and all that.”

“Over a year ago when we started dating.”, you giggle as you lean back and kiss the other man’s knee. “That feels really good, Steve.”

“I saw it in a movie once a long time ago in school. Always wanted to try it.”

“I don’t remember us watching a movie like that in school.”

“Oh well you see, Eds, you would have actually had to show up.” Steve chuckles as Eddie splashes water at him.

As the other boy reaches for the cup, he glances towards his friend and realizes he’s making an odd face towards you. Their eyes meet and the metalhead gestures with them at your face. Steve’s fingers tip your head back again just intime to see you blink back into reality.

“Where did you go just then, honey?”

“Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

“About?”, Eddie asks.

“No, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.” You smile as the fingers under your chin dip you further back so Steve can place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Tell us, baby. Please.”

You let out a small sigh as he releases you and continues washing the shampoo out of your hair. “Have, um, have you two told anyone yet?”

The hands behind you stop for a moment before continuing their task.

“I told Robin. I’d be lying if I said I know how to tell my parents.”

“I called Wayne after… after Harrington walked out that day. He’s excited.”, Eddie laughs. “He’s the only one I wanted to tell, honestly.”

Steve stands up and slides off his underwear before climbing into the tub, wrapping his arms around you.

“What’s going on, baby?”, he whispers.

“I just… I want to tell my mom but…I know she doesn’t agree which makes me miss my dad…which…” You feel the tears threaten to fall as you force them back.

Eddie leans forward and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s not the same but you know you always have us, Dylan, your sister, Wayne, Robin…fucking so many people that are here and behind you on this. You’re not alone.”

You breathily laugh as you lay back against Steve’s chest. “Thank you for saying that. I think it’s just…the hormones making me feel things.”

“Are they making you feel anything else?” Eddie’s eyes shimmered with mischief.

“Eddie, what ever could you mean?” He chuckled at your sarcasm, guiding you from Steve’s lap onto his own with your back now against him. His lips gently trailed along your shoulder up to your neck.

“What do you think, princess? Do you think, Harrington has made it up to you with the dinner and the bath?”

Your eyes narrowed at Steve as his zeroed in on his friends. “Ok, now I’m genuinely asking. What do you mean?”, you giggle.

“What I’m asking you is do you think Stevie here has earned the right to cum tonight? Or do you think he needs to be punished a bit longer.”

“Eddie Munson, we are not punishing Steve. He apologized and has more than made up for what happened.”

“No, no honey. He’s right. I hurt you both and it seems Munson here thinks I haven’t repented enough.” Steve’s tone was light and you didn’t need to turn around to know they were both smirking at each other.

“You wouldn’t last, Harrington. I bet you ten bucks when we’re done you will be begging to cum.”

“Seriously? Do I get a say in this?”, you giggle. “Because I bet twenty.”

“Oh ok. I see how it is.”

Eddie rose to his feet, pulling you up with him. “Stevie, can you dry her off and get her comfortable on the bed. I’ll be right back. No touching!”

You grin at Steve as he smiles down at you, drying off your wet skin. Quickly, he checks behind him before sneaking a light kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you to. You know I do forgive you, right?”

“I know, baby. Let the adorable idiot have his fun.”

“Excuse me! I don’t see a beautiful woman on our bed!”, Eddie calls making Steve jokingly rolls his eyes as he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the mattress. The metalhead pats a chair he had brought in from one of the other rooms. “Sit, please.”

“Can I at least put on boxers or…?”

“I’ll allow it.” You smile at Eddie’s tone as he messes with Steve. You’ve heard it before when he plays D & D with his friends or reads a story with Dylan before bed.

The other boy sits in the chair presented to him placing his elbows on the armrests as he claps his fingers together in front of him. “I can’t wait to get my thirty bucks.”

“He’s so cocky.”

“I know. It’s that asshole King Steve version of him that still resides under that sexy head of hair.” Eddie smirks as he sits beside you on the edge of the bed and pushes some hair behind your ear. “How are you feeling right now, sweetheart? You okay?”

You respond by cupping his face in your hands and pulling his lips to your own. He smiles into your kiss before lifting you on to his lap with your back once again to his chest. His fingers roam your warm skin as his mouth presses against your shoulder.

“So beautiful, baby. Isn’t she beautiful, Stevie?”

“Of course.” Steve’s eyes meet your own as he grins.

Eddie’s palms glide between your thighs, lifting you slightly as he places your legs on either side of his own displaying your sex to the boy in front of him.

“Keep your eyes on his for as long as you can, princess. I can do the rest.”, he whispers in your ear so only you can hear. “He won’t last long.” You keen into his voice, finding his lips as your tongue grazes his.

“Fuck…”, you whimper as his fingers press against your clit, rubbing slow circles as you roll your hips, silently begging for more. Eddie chuckles against your skin, swallowing down his own moans as your ass grinds against his cock. “Eddie, please…”

His lips find the shell of your ear as he talks to you in husky, lust driven tone. “Beg him, Y/N. Look in those gorgeous amber orbs and ask him to help you.”

“Steve,” you whine. “Please, make him… make touch me.”

“He is touching you, honey.” Steve tried to sound like he was in control of his emotions and need but you could see in his eyes he was struggling.

“Please… I want... his fingers inside of me. Please, Stevie.”

“Eddie…Eddie, stop messing with her. Give her what… what she’s asking for.”

The metalhead’s chin rested on your shoulder as his knees open your legs wider and he pushed two of his fingers slowly inside of you. “Is she asking? Or is it you?”

Steve smirks as he shakes his head, licking his lips. “You suck, Munson.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You know you want to see her cum just as much as I do. I also know you are dying to feel how fucking wet she is. Jesus, she’s just dripping.” You moan as you lean your head back and he gradually quickens his pace.

“I’m so fucking lucky that after I make her cum, I get to feel her tight pussy squeeze around my dick till she cums again.” Your whimpers are soon accompanied by some light groans from the boy across from you. “And that’s just the dirty stuff.”, Eddie smiles. “You won’t get to feel her lips or her touch on your chest. The way her nails run down your back or the way she moans and begs that moment right before…”

His fingers thrust into you quicker and you feel both sets of eyes on you as your back arches and the coil snaps. “Well, you’ll get to hear it but it won’t be because of you.” Eddie grips your cheek and turns your face to bring your lips to his. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you to. I feel bad for Steve.”

“Aw, baby. Why? Look at him. He’s just fine.” You both look at the boy and notice his cock standing at attention as he strokes it slowly with his palm.

“Hey. You said I couldn’t cum. You—mmm—you didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”, Eddie cackles. You lean over and whisper something in the man’s ear causing a huge grin to spread over his features as he kisses your cheek.

Rising from his lap, you walk over till your right in front of Steve as he tilts his head up to look at you with a big grin. Your hair floats over your shoulder as you turn to glance at Eddie. “May I at least kiss him, your highness?”, you inquire with a sarcastic tone.

“Madam, I am a dungeon master. Be correct. And yes, I’ll allow it.”

“Oh, ok.” You roll your eyes as you lean down to kiss the man’s lips. As you start to pull away, his free hand tries to keep you there.

“Hey, hey! I said kiss.” You giggle as Eddie tugs on your arm bringing your back against his chest. “Then again, Harrington. You know what you have to say…”, he sings.

“No. I’m fine. You two have your fun.” Steve gestures towards the bed as you both grin down at him.

The other man brushes your hair over to one side before descending his palms down your body, pausing as he grips your hips. The cool air of the room hits your skin as his upper half leans back to watch what he’s doing as he guides his cock into your entrance.

You mewl at the feeling, one of his hands drifting up to hold your stomach. Eddie’s hips steadily grind against yours allow you to get used to the position and feeling as he pushes deeper inside of you.

“That’s not fair.” Steve’s breathy whine causes you and Eddie smile in triumph.

You feel yourself start to tip forward and the metalhead hastily tightens his grip around you as one of his arms wraps around your chest lifting you both up to a more standing posture.

“I’ve got you, baby. It’s ok.”, he whispers. As you turn to kiss his lips, both hands take hold of your biceps as he begins thrusting at a faster pace.

Moaning, you break away to lean your upper body towards Steve as Eddie holds on to you tightly. “God, that feels so good.” A palm suddenly touched your face and your eyes opened to meet the boy in front of you.

“Do you remember that first night the three of us were together?”

“On the couch.” You bite your bottom lip as you smile at the memory.

“This reminds me of that. Eddie was fucking you like this and—mmm—I was stroking my cock watching you two.”

“Fuck.” Your eyes squeezed shut as Eddie pumped into you harder, clinging to your wrists as you leaned farther forward.

“You were so beautiful. Moaning about how deep he was and whispering to me about how good he felt. You’re still gorgeous, honey. The way—fuck—the way your eyes roll back and the way you fucking taste.” Steve groaned as he stroked himself faster.

Eddie grunted behind you as you felt his hips sputter and he pulled you back against him as he came. While thrusting his spend into you, he quickly reached around your front and aggressively circled your nub with his fingers. Your body folded into his as you fell over the edge and your pussy clenched around him. He hissed between his teeth as his arms held you tightly to him, both of you panting as you came down.

“Fucking hell.”

You opened eyes to see Steve’s own flutter shut as his muscled tensed. He was about to cum and there was no going back now for him. You sank to your knees and crawled closer him, moving his hand and wrapping your mouth around his cock.

His palm held the back of your head as he pumped rope after rope of his seed down your throat, swallowing everything he gave you.

You grinned as you sat your butt flat on the floor, leaning against his leg. Eddie extended his hand for you to take and helped you up before twirling you towards the bed. As he cleaned between your legs, Steve came to lay by your side.

You pleasantly sighed as his fingers traced down your chest towards your stomach.

“Do you think she thinks I was mad at her?” Your eyebrows came together as you turn to look at him. “Don’t laugh at me. While I wait in the lobby for my appointments, I’ve been reading this book about babies. It said she can kind of feel when you touch your stomach but, like, can she hear me yet?”

“I don’t think so because if she could I imagine HE would be annoyed you call him she.” Eddie jumps into bed on your other side as Steve jokingly scowls at him.

“They’re still too little to really hear anything but I imagine even if they could they would know you love them.” You smile as you reach up to caress him cheek.

“Good. Good.” He nods as he scoots down to lay his head on your tummy. “Because I do love you and just so you know I don’t care if you’re a boy or girl. I’m just happy you’ll finally be here.”

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We're A Family Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: A gift to y'all before I go to bed. Obviously I was in a certain mood when I was writing I'm in Control part 11 and this. This has angst but mostly from Steve and this chapter does have a happy ending :) I'm not going to torture y'all again.

Warnings: Not smut in this one I'm afraid but a good mix of Angst and Fluff. Steve really is a dick her but he doesn't mean it. Um... Steve talks about his dad being an asshole. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3164

((We're A Family is a continuation from Good Neighbors)

You sit in the doctor’s office fiddling with your thumbs as you wait for the doctor to come in. Steve absently runs his fingers through your hair as you lean against his shoulder while Eddie sits on the stool that was under the desk, rolling back and forth between walls.

“Dude, stop. We’re amongst people now. At least pretend to be a grown up.”

Eddie flashes Steve a big grin. “Sometimes you say things that surprise me, Stevie. It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

There’s a small knock on the door before the doctor comes into the room, quickly glancing at everyone before chuckling as he places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“No, no. Everyone likes to do that including myself. I’ll take one of these chairs over here.”, he beams before taking a seat. “Now Ms. Y/L/N, you said you had been having some morning sickness but told the nurse you weren’t pregnant?”

“I didn’t use the words ‘morning sickness’. I just haven’t been able to keep anything down. I told these two it was probably stress but,” you roll your eyes.

“I see. Well, not being able to keep food down is normal in these early stages.”

“Early stages of what?”

“Of pregnancy.” He turns his chart towards you and points to some of the words. “Because you are pregnant.”

Steve’s hand fell behind you like a rock as he and Eddie exchanged a look.

“No. No, no, no. That can’t be right. I’m on the pill.”

“Is there any chance you may have missed any?” You adamantly shake your head. “Ok, well, let’s just double check. Do you want to follow me down the hall here? Your gentlemen can come as well of course.”

Nobody in the room moved but that didn’t sway the doctor as he gently reached for your arm and guided you off the table you were sitting on. “Ms. Y/L/N, everything will be ok. Let’s take it one thing at a time. Come on, boys! I don’t have enough staff to carry you.”

You hear them shuffle behind you as they quickly get up and follow. The doctor helps you into the next room and on to the bed before moving around to gather the tools he needs. He runs the wand along your body and, after a few minutes, smiles as he gestures towards the screen.

“There they are. You are pregnant. About 8 or 9 weeks…”

“Is it okay?”, Eddie’s voice startled you as he stepped closer. “It’s…he’s…so small…”

“It will be in these early stages. From what I can tell it…he…seems fine.”, the doctor grins at the metalhead as he watches his eyes grow and take everything in.

When his eyes meet yours, a small smile spread across his face. “It’s so weird to think Dylan used to be that tiny.”

“I…I need a bag, please.”

The doctor rapidly grabbed one of their sick bags and handed it to you as Eddie pulled your hair back. Steve hadn’t moved or said a word but his eyes were transfixed on the screen.

“I’ll get you guys a print to take home and some more information to help you prepare.”

############

As soon as you three got home, you ran up the stairs. Eddie quickly followed as Steve slowly trailed behind. They found you on the floor in the bathroom, your knees pulled under your chin. Without looking at them, you held up your birth control showing them its contents.

You had been missing some, not many but enough to be in the situation you were in.

“Sweetheart…”

“No! No. Don’t be nice to me right now. I fucked up. This was my responsibility! You guys trusted me to be on top of this and I wasn’t.”

“Y/N, it’s not all you. It takes two, well, three in our case.”

“How could you do this?”, Steve whispered from his spot on the bed as he gripped the birth control in his fist.

Eddie turned around angrily to face him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man met his frustrated gaze with one of his own. “She’s right, Munson. We trusted her. Fuck! She neededto be on top of this.”, Steve holds up the pack for emphasis. “Especially when she had double the chance of getting pregnant!”

“Steven, I know you’re surprised. I was to but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole. We need to sit down and talk about this—”

“Talk about what?! Are you ready for a baby right now, Eddie? How about you, honey? With all the custody bullshit with Charlie, your mom being insane, and all of our shitty salaries?!”

“Jesus Christ, you sound like your fucking dad right now.”

Steve glared at Eddie. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me.” They took steps toward each other and you immediately placed yourself between them. “I think it’s funny you didn’t have any of these concerns when it came to Dylan but now suddenly you do just because a kid will be biologically attached to you.”

“MIGHT be biologically attached to me. See, that’s what happens when two men cum inside one woman. We can add that to our growing lists of concerns. The town already things she’s a whore. What do you think they’ll say after a fucking paternity test? And I never had these concerns with Dylan because that was one, ONE child we were raising.”

“Why would we need a paternity test?”, your confident voice slices through the tension in the room. “We never talked about it but I always assumed that when we decided to have kids, like with Dylan, that baby would be OURS. It doesn’t matter who the biological dad is. Do-do you really need that validation, Steve? Because you told me after Emily that that kind of thing didn’t matter to you.”

“You’re right. We haven’t talked about it…because NONE of us are ready for a baby.”

“Who’s having a baby?”

All three heads turned towards the doorway to see Dylan standing there. “Weirdo, how did you get home from school??”

“Aunt Kierra picked me up because you’re sick. Is that why?”

“Fuck, I forgot I asked her to do that.”, you sigh as you run your hands over your face.

“Hm. Seem to be forgetting a lot lately.” You and Eddie glared at Steve as he stomped out of the room. The sound of his tires screeching as he drove off echoed through the neighborhood.

##################

“Mom? Are you ok?”, Dylan climbed into your bed and crawled under your covers, scooching as close to you as he could get.

“I’m ok. I’m just really tired.” Your fingers reached out to brush his hair out of his face.

“And worried about Steve? He’s been gone a long time.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, he has.”

“Is he upset about the baby?”

“No, I think he’s more upset at me.”

“Why?”

“Oh, Weirdo, that is a LONG story and too grown up for you.” Dylan nods his head. “How do you feel about…about me maybe…having a baby?”

His brown eyes shimmer as they look at you. “I think it’s cool.”

“Yeah? Do you want to see what it looks like right now?” You point towards your bedside table and he crawls over to grab it before throwing himself down next to you again. “It’s right there.”

“It?”

“It’s too little right now to know if it’s a boy or girl.”, you chuckle. “Eddie thinks it’s a boy.”

His grin grows as his finger traces the ultrasound. “I do to!”

“Your dad thought you were a girl.” Dylan scrunches his face making you laugh harder. “I knew. I told him ‘Naw, this little butthead is a boy’.”

“What do you think it is now?”

You pull down the blanket and rub your palm along your tummy. “Hmmm? I think it’s a girl.”

“With Steve’s fluffy hair!”

“Oh my god!”

Eddie grins from his hidden place by the stairs as he listens to you two laugh. His phone vibrates and he sees a number on the screen he knows all too well. After taking the call, he sends you a text telling you he will be right back as he throws on his jacket and heads out the door.

####################

“Hey, Eds.”

“Hey, Nick. Where is he?”

The manager of The Hideout points to the end of the bar where Steve had his head down in his arms. “I cut him off about an hour ago but he won’t leave. I even offered to pay for the uber but…”

“Naw, man. I appreciate it.” Eddie heads over to Steve and grips his shoulder. “Come on, bud. Time to go.” The boy groans as the metalhead tries to pull him up.

“Get off me. I’m fine.”

“Jesus, that is becoming the tagline of our relationship. Except when we say it, it’s a fucking lie. Let’s go, Harrington. I don’t have time for this.”

“Oh please. You have plenty of time. What do you have to do? Play guitar with your shitty band for no money? Go to work at the shop that you’re not a fan of? Have unprotected sex with our fake wife, raising a very real baby that neither of us can afford?”

Eddie sarcastically laughed under his breath as he waved Steve off, heading out the front door, and leaving him behind. The other man continued to shout after him, following him to his van.

“My father was right! ‘Knowing you, you’ll be crawling back needing money’. Knowing him as soon as I tell him Y/N is pregnant he’s going to laugh in my face and cut me off all over again! And what about you, huh? Maybe now you have a reason to use those skills your dad taught you to make some extra money!”

Eddie abruptly turned around and punched Steve in the face, knocking him onto the concrete.

“Glad to know asshole Steve is still in there, you fucking prick!” Eddie knelt down on his heels, looking at the man as he moaned in pain and rolled onto his back. “This is why I hate it when you drink. It amplifies the douchebag and let’s be clear here. You ARE a douchebag after the way you acted today!”

Steve balanced against the van as he rose to his feet, his head hanging to his chest.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” When his eyes found Eddie’s, he didn’t see the kid he had grown up with but a totally different man; a strong, authoritative man. “She needed you today, Steve. Yeah, she loves us both and all that but out of the two of us you have always been the voice of reason. She was scared and confused and not only did you make her feel worse but you fucking left.”

“I know you have concerns. I do to but after everything we’ve been through, I know we’ll get through it together.”, he sighs as he takes a step closer to him. “I love you and Y/N. I love Dylan… and I love that baby. I know it sounds insane but after seeing that ultrasound…that little thing in there…that’s our kid.” Eddie slowly smiles before continuing. “If you want to be a coward and leave that’s up to you. I’m not abandoning my family.”

With that, he climbs into his car and waits for Steve to do the same.

###############

As Eddie goes outside to have a cigarette, Steve climbs the stairs to your shared bedroom. His heart caves in when he sees you and Dylan asleep in your bed. Steve gently collects the small boy in his arms and carries him to his room, placing him down on to his pillow before pulling the covers over his body.

When he returns, he notices the picture of the ultrasound near your hand and carefully leans against the bed to grab it. Steve looks at the little blob with tears in his eyes.

“Seriously, Steven?! A woman with a child? You can barely take care of yourself what do you know about raising a kid?”

“Steven! Why do you work at that menial ice cream place with that weird girl? I told you to gain some responsibility! Find a real job that will get your brain going and teach you how to be a man!”

“Son, you spend too much time with that freak and that weird curly haired kid. You’re about to graduate high school. It’s time to grow up.”

“Jesus, honey, don’t coddle the boy. They’re basketball team fucking lost and they wouldn’t have if he had just pushed harder. I swear, Steven, it’s like you don’t care.”

“Steven, I don’t have time for this. I have a flight to get ready for. Go bother your mother…Steve! It’s a book! There are more important things right now… No my 7-year-old is asking me to fucking read to him like shouldn’t he be doing it on his own already??”

He placed the ultrasound on the table and crawled into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. His face fell into your shoulder as he began to fully let go and cry.

“Steve?” Your fingers intertwined with his as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Baby, what-what’s going on?”

“Please, don’t be nice to me right now. Eddie’s right. I’m a fucking prick.”

You sighed as you rolled over to look at his face. “Steve, oh god! Did he hit you to? Fucking, Munson.” Without hesitation, you get up and head for the bathroom.

“He had it coming.” Eddie came into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Didn’t we have an incident with my son before we moved?” You squint your eyes in his direction as you shuffle back into the room with a rag and first aid kit. “We don’t hit people even if you think they deserve it. And Eddie you have rings! You could have really hurt him. You—”

Steve cut you off with his lips, cupping both your cheeks in his hands. “Stop. He’s right. I did have it coming.”

“Steve—”

“Shhh. Stop.”, he lightly placed his palm over your mouth. “Stop. I panicked, Y/N. Jesus Christ, did I panic. I saw her on the screen and I just heard my dad’s voice. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. This isn’t your fault. I mean there’s no fault or… I don’t know! Eddie’s better with words than I am.”

“Her?” When he looks at your face, he realizes you’re smiling. A small grin of his own paints his lips at the sight.

“Yeah. I don’t know why. I just have a feeling.”

You glance at Eddie who casually heads towards the bed and plops down. “Eddie and Dylan seem to think it’s going to be a boy. But”, you reach up again with the rag and continue cleaning his face. “He did say that if it was a girl, she would have your hair.”

“Oh God.” Steve runs his fingers through it as his smile grows. “I think she should have your hair.”

As you get up to put everything away, he turns to look at the metalhead who had been leaning on his elbow watching the two of you talk.

“I’m sorry, Eds…for what I said.”

“I don’t know, man. You really hurt my feelings.”, he dramatically sighs. “I mean you said my band was shitty. That’s just…” They both laugh as Eddie reassuringly pats his leg.

When you come back to bed, you toss an album in their direction. “I don’t think I’ve ever shown you guys this.”

Steve beams over at you as they both take in the images in front of them. After you found out you were pregnant with Dylan, you went to the store and bought a baby book to make for him.

The first page had the ultrasound with a big arrow pointing where he was. Underneath, you had written in cursive

“I love you already!”

There were pictures of you with a growing belly and Charlie excitedly touching your bump. If the guys hadn’t seen this, they wouldn’t have believed that your ex was actually this ecstatic and present during your pregnancy.

“He really was happy when I told him. I mean, he was scared, of course…even more so when he found out we were having a boy. Charlie was afraid of becoming his stepdad. I guess he kind of did in away.”

Eddie reached to caress your cheek as Steve flipped the page.

“Oh wow, Munson. Look.” He pointed at a picture of Dylan right after he was born. Your son was in the hospital crib, swaddled in blue blanket and beanie.

“Dylan Marshall Y/L/N”

“What made you choose his name?”

“Dylan was Charlie’s dad’s name and Marshall was mine. Since both of our dads were gone, we wanted a piece of them with him.”

Page after page, their smiles continued to grow.

“When I found out I was pregnant, I was still in school and Charlie had just gotten hired at his job. We were terrified but,” your eyes met Steves as he closed the album and placed it on the table beside him. “We figured it out and made it work. I know we didn’t plan this but I know we can do this.”

“I agree.”, Steve smiles as he pulls you back down to lay in front of him.

Eddie laid in front of you and you quickly grabbed his hand to look at his knuckles. “You could have really hurt him and yourself.”, you chided.

“Oh, no, I’d be fine. My rings took the brunt of the impact.” He chuckled as you playfully swatted his shoulder.

You felt Steve’s steady breath against you shoulder and Eddie grinned when he saw the boy had passed out. After taking off his shirt, he flips off the lights, and returns to his place next to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was at a bar?”

“I see the super pregnancy nose has kicked in.” Eddie smiled again as his arm reached out to rest on your hip. “You had already been through a lot today and we needed to talk anyway.”

“I would have come with you.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“Can I ask why you felt the need to hit him?”

“When Steve is hurt or afraid, he reacts and not with all of his brain. I can take a lot but…he pushed me too far.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You place your hand on his cheek as your thumb glides along his lips.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. We worked it out. When we wake up, I think we should talk more about coming up with a plan.”

You grin as your eyes start to close. “And you think you don’t act like a grown up.”

“Hey. I can do to. Doesn’t mean I like it.”

###############

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We're a Family Part 2 (Steddie X You)

A/N: So my cat was using my arm as a pillow so please forgive any errors. Whilst trying to correct, I may have unintentionally added more lol

My hispanic novela roots kicked in again especially with the ending. You will see what I mean. 😈

And again thank you so much for your patience. I really appreciate it <3.

Warnings: Douchebag ex be making a return! Always fun. Um...sex on the stairs because why not (Yes I'm horny). Of course, Steddie relationship and all that that implies ( I regret nothing.)

Word Count: 2974

(We're A Family is a continuation from Good Neighbors)

“Hey, honey, you have a visitor.” The secretary in the front office smiles as she pops her head in. You thank her but your smile drops when she gestures Charlie into your room. He thanks her as well before gently closing the door.

“I, uh, didn’t mean to surprise you but I wanted to talk with you privately without Dylan around or startling your neighbors.”

“They aren’t my neighbors anymore.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s right. I heard that you and Dylan moved. Does he like it?”

“He does. A big two-story house and a backyard.” You both smile.

“Good. Um, so look, I know we have an order in place and we haven’t sat down with the lawyers to talk about lifting it yet or terms or whatever but, uh, my fiancée…Vivian and I… we’re having an engagement party on Saturday at the house. Both our families will be there and it’s kind of a big deal. I…we…were hoping Dylan could come. I’d love for him to get to know her family a bit.”

You suffocated that strong pang of jealousy that hit your heart. You and Charlie never had an engagement party or even a big wedding. He proposed and then almost a month later you were married; six months after that you found out you were pregnant.

“I’d have to ask Dylan but, um…”

“And your boyfriend, I’m sure.” Your head shot over to look him, startling him. “I mean, remember, his principal kind of outted you. It’s fine. Not that it wouldn’t be…I mean… I’m glad you’re back out there…or not…anymore. Shit. I’m fucking this up.”

“No. No, you’re not.”, you give him a small smile. “Yeah, let me talk to them and see what they say. I’ll call you after.”

##################

Eddie looked at his shoes as Steve leaned against the counter folder his arms with a pensive stare. Your own arms were hugged around your body as you sat at the dining room table.

“I don’t think he should go.”

“We’re not even going to ask him, Harrington?”, the metalhead sighed as he leaned back in his own chair. “I mean, I don’t think it’s a great idea either but we should talk to him about it.”

“Why? WE’RE his parents. If we don’t think he should go then he won’t go.” Your face scrunched at his answer and he saw it. “What? Am I wrong? What do you think?”

“I want my son to have a relationship with his father. I told you guys and Charlie this custody arrangement wasn’t going to be permanent. This…this would be a good test to see how things go. He hasn’t physically seen him in almost five months. Charlie hasn’t caused any problems—”

“Yet.”, Steve cuts you off.

You and Eddie quickly glance at each other. “I think he should be able to go if he wants to go.”

“Let’s talk to Dylan first. This may not even matter if he doesn’t want to go.”, Eddie grins at the two of you, trying to uplift the mood. “Ok, you guys are going to need some better poker faces because if we call him down here and you both continue to look like you have food poisoning, he’s just going to say no because he believes it’s what you want to hear.”

You chuckle as you rise from your seat and kiss the top of his head. “You’re a dork you know that? But you aren’t wrong.”

Steve straightens up as you head for the stairs to call Dylan down. He beams at you as he barrels down the steps and follows you into the kitchen. You lift him up and place him on the island as you lean next to him.

“So, your dad came to visit me today at work and asked me if you could hang out with him and Vivi on Saturday.”

“Why?”, his little eyes looked over at you in confusion.

“Well, he and Vivian are bringing their families together to throw a party. He said he talks about you all the time and wants her family to meet you.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him it’s up to you.”

Dylan glanced around the room as the boys met his gaze with a comforting smile.

“I’d like to go.”

You gently ran your hand through his hair as you kissed his cheek. “Cool. Ok, the adults are done with you now. You can go back upstairs.”

“Can I play a game?”

“Yeah, sure.” You place him back on the floor and he hurtles himself towards the living room.

Steve’s shoulder abruptly grazes your own as he flies past you out of the kitchen and through the front door. Eddie runs his hands up and down your arms before pulling you in for a hug.

“He’ll be fine. He’s just worried. I am to but I really want this to work out for him.”

You smile as you bury your face in his chest. “Me to.”

####################

“Sweetheart?”, Eddie comes into your bedroom looking for you, finding you in your bathroom with your head in the toilet. “Y/N, are you ok?”

You wipe your mouth as you use your other hand to dry your eyes. “No. Steve still hasn’t come back. I called Charlie and he’s excited—”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“YES! But I’m just as nervous as you two. I don’t want this to go wrong.” Eddie reaches down gently and lifts you into his arms.

“Wait, before I move you, you aren’t going to throw up on me, are you?”, he asks with a lighthearted tone. He smiles as you laugh and shake your head.

He carries you into the bedroom and places you onto the bed. “If you’re that worried, maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just want everyone to be happy.”

“Well, that’s impossible.”, Steve softly smiled as he came into the room. “It hard to make everyone happy. As long as Dylan’s okay that’s all that matters.”

You got up, practically tackling him in the doorframe. “Where the hell have you been?!”

“I just went for a drive and cleared my head. Is little man asleep?”

“Yeah. He wouldn’t shut up about what he was going to wear.” The three of you laughed as Steve hugged you closer to him.

“Maybe this will be good for us to. It’s been a while since we’ve had any alone time.”

#################

You grin from your place on Eddie’s lap as your back leans against his bare chest while he strums at his guitar. As soon as you came home from dropping off Dylan with his father, the boys were on you. You had giggled as they playfully argued about who would go first and how many rooms they could fuck you in before they or you became worn out. You had made it through the kitchen, dining room, and living room before begging for a break.

Steve was watching you two from his place on the sofa with a smile of his own. Eddie sat you both up a bit more in the recliner chair you guys were sitting in and pressed his instrument a bit closer to your chest.

He takes your hands in his, guiding you as he plays the guitar with your fingers. You nuzzle your face into his neck as he gently sings the lyrics to the song that you’re playing.

“And we like late nights, we gon' dance in the dark And we like long drives, windows down in the car And she likes that I grew up playing guitar And she likes that I am in love with her art I feel like, dammit she's perfect I guess all of the waiting was worth it And now all of the scars and burdens Have all finally healed, I'm certain”

“Do you think you can make it upstairs?”

You chuckled at Steve’s tenacity. “Sir, you are going to kill me!”

“But what a way to go, huh?” He flashes you a big grin and you feel Eddie softly laugh behind you. “We can always just continue on the stairs.”

“Oh my God.” You smile as you roll your eyes before squealing with delight when he quickly gets up from the couch and lifts you out of Eddie’s arms. After climbing a couple of steps, he carefully sets you down.

“I feel like the stairs are always underutilized. I mean, I have a good view of you up there on your pedestal.” The metalhead comes around to sit on the bottom couple of steps as Steve grabs your knees, opening your legs as you lean back on your elbows.

You happily sigh as he trails his lips along your thighs. When his mouth wraps around clit, you reach down to run your fingers through his already very messy hair as your eyes close, your head falling to the step behind you.

“Fuck me”

Your eyes shoot open when you feel the vibration of Steve moaning into you to see Eddie holding the man’s hips as he slid his cock inside of him.

The faster Eddie moved; the quicker Steve’s tongue flicked against your nub. He steadied himself on one of his elbows as he thrust two of his fingers into your entrance.

“Steve! Don’t stop, baby, please.”

His warm breath panting against your cunt had you clenching tightly around his fingers. Your eyes met Eddie’s who had been consistently grunting behind him. He gently smiled, giving you a little wink as he thrust into Steve harder.

The coil in your belly snapped and they both looked up at you with glassy, hooded eyes as you came. Steve withdrew his fingers and his lips glided up your body as you slowly slithered down a couple of steps to bring your lips to his. As he felt his orgasm building, his head fell into your neck and you held him to you as he gripped his cock and came on your stomach. Eddie soon followed, mumbling obscenities as he came inside him.

Sweat drenched them both as the metalhead pulled out and collapsed on the steps making you giggle.

“Getting tired, old man?”

“First off, how dare you, sweetheart.” Steve chuckles as he pulls his body from yours and sits on the step below yours, leaning against your leg. “Secondly… yeah, a little bit. Harrington, we may have to face the fact that we are not as young as we once were.”

“Calm down, Munson. We aren’t even out of our twenties yet.”

“You’re both implying that you could keep up before hand? I have yet to see any evidence of that.”

They glance at each other. “Do you hear her, Steven? Sassy as hell. Just like her son.”

“I know. It’s almost like I birthed him or something.”

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes as he stands and lifts you into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh as you let your arms and legs hang over him dramatically.

“Onward to the bedroom! Mostly because my ‘old man’ back needs a break.”

#####################

Dylan beams at you as he runs into your arms. “Hey, Weirdo. Did you have fun?”

“I did! Vivi’s family is really nice.”

“Hey, Dil. Why don’t go inside so I can talk to your mom?”

You and your son exchange a knowing glance. His tone is light but something is wrong.

“Go ahead, baby. Everything is okay.”

Charlie waits for the door to shut before he begins. “So, he had a good time. My family loved seeing him again especially his cousins. After everyone ate, he got to play with them and talk. My sister overheard him say something that, uh, concerned her so she asked me about. Dylan told Izzie that he’s been spending all summer with his dads.”

Your body braced as he continued.

“Now, see, at first I got pissed because I’ve never allowed him to call Vivian mom—”

“He’s never asked to.”

Charlie glares at you as you interrupt. “Y/N, please, let me finish. I got pissed but then I got confused because he said dads. Plural. I would assume it would be me and your new boyfriend but that isn’t right because I didn’t see Dylan this summer.”

“Charlie, why don’t we cut the foreplay and you just fucking ask me.”

“See, I did some digging and asked the family but no one had anything…so I called your mom. She didn’t want to tell me anything at first but when I assured her, I just want what’s best for Dylan—”

“When have you ever wanted that?”

He took a couple of steps closer to you. “Stop. Interrupting. Me.”

“What bothers you more, Charles? The fact that I moved on or the fact that I moved on to two actual men who care about me and our son way more then you ever did?”

“Problem, Charlie?”, Steve stood outside of the front door, his arms folded across his chest.

“You know, Y/N, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a little impressed. If you had showed me this slutty side of you when we were married, maybe we would still be together.”

You knew he was just trying to hurt you and what bothered you was that he was succeeding.

“You dropped off, Dylan. You can leave now. Anything else you need to say to her, you can say it with your lawyers.” Eddie’s tone was full of anger.

You and Charlie continued to stare each other down. “This isn’t just about you. You’re not only embarrassing yourself and Dylan but me as well.”

“Oh, this ought to be good.”

“What do you think people will say when they find out I let my son stay in this environment?”

“Probably nothing as bad as when they find out that you signed him over to stay in this ‘environment’. You think I give a fuck what these people think? All that matters to me is Dylan. HE’S the one that asked if they would be his dad because YOU aren’t there.”

“Oh bullshit.”

“It’s not actually.” Both boys came down to the driveway, placing themselves on either side of you. “He said you weren’t there, that he hated the way you made him feel, and more importantly he despises the way you treat his mother.”

“And he’s not the only one.”, Steve adds. “We’ve talked to him every step of the way and if at any point he felt uncomfortable we would have distanced ourselves.”

“He’s seven. He barely understands math, you think he can understand this?!”

“Because those are the same in anyway?”, you roll your eyes. “He’s not a baby and a lot smarter than you give him credit for.”

“I’m not going to let him stay here.”

“Good luck with that. Until then get off my property.”

“You can’t—”

Eddie and Steve step forward causing Charlie to take a few steps backwards before he turns and climbs into his car. You sigh as he drives off, tires screeching down the road.

“Oh my god. Someone needs to teach that asshole how to drive.” Eddie’s snark makes you smile.

“Are you okay?”, Steve asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. My sister is going to kill our mother but other than that we knew that this might happen. Ugh, fucking hell, I’m going to sick.”

You run past them through the front door and into the half bath downstairs. Strong hands come up behind you, lifting your hair up and out of the way.

“Baby, everything’s going to be fine. I promise. You have no reason to be scared or nervous.” Eddie sits on the floor beside you.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Yeah, kid. Just not feeling so hot. God,” you chuckle as you crawl into Eddie’s lap, reaching for the dishtowel that Steve hands you from the doorway. “The last time I threw up this much without being sick was after I caught Charlie with Vivian and when I got pregnant.”

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We're a Family Part 1 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Since I teased ya'll yesterday, I bare you this cute shit :) This is the continuation of "Good Neighbors". It have you tagged for that already I'm adding you here.

If you have read Good Neighbors, please do!

Warnings: I bring to you the usual smut, drama, and fluff that comes with these four <3 Readers mom makes an appearance and is not pleasant. Lots of talk of past traumas (mostly Eddie getting triggered).

Word Count: 4191

“Listen, dude, you have spent all summer trying to beat me. You never will.”, Eddie grins as he focuses on the game in front of him.

“Yeah, I will! I’ve been practicing.”, Dylan turns the controller in his hands as the car on the screen turns.

You smile from your place at the sink as you watch them play. You four had been under the same roof for almost four months and things couldn’t be better. Everyone had settled into their routines and Dylan was the happiest you had ever seen him.

During the summer he and the boys spent almost every day together keeping him occupied so he wouldn’t get bored. He loved going to work with them especially with Eddie because he got to help fix some of the cars. When he went to Family Video with Steve, Robin would put on movies she thought they would both like.

“Oooo what about Terminator? I’ll be back.”, she mimics Arnold making Dylan giggle.

“Robin, he’s 7.”

“And?”

“Isn’t it like really violent?”

“Yeah, but like 80s violent.”

“Fine but if he has nightmares, I’m calling you.”

Your relationship with Eddie and Steve had also never been stronger. You didn’t think it was possible to love anyone romantically as much you loved them. Nothing changed with you now all under the same roof. The sex was still fantastic and they were still the ever-attentive fake husbands, always doing things for you like helping with dinner, massaging your feet, and making a bath.

To them that was easy; they wanted to do anything to see that smile on your face.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to keep thanking us for making dinner and putting Dylan to bed.”

“I know. I just… with the end of the school year coming up everything is hectic and I just really appreciate it. Thank you.” Eddie laughed as Steve wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I’m still not used to this.”, you gesture at your empty plate.

“Frozen oven baked Lasagna? I mean we could TRY and make it from scratch but—”

“No!”, you giggle as you cut the metalhead off. “A partner doing things for me because they actually care.”

“I’m guessing the douchebag didn’t do something like this for you.”

You grin at Steve’s snarky tone. “No, the douchebag would have had to be at home for longer than a few hours at a time to do stuff like this.”

The sound of Steve’s keys in the door brings you back to the present.

“Hey! Weridos! Steve is home which means food is here.”

Dylan sighs as Eddie’s virtual car crosses the finish line before his. “I have faith in you, kid. One day you MAY beat me. Maybe…” The man pretends to size up your son who sticks his tongue out at him.

You pick Dylan up and place him on the island in the middle of the kitchen as Steve saunters in. “Oh! What did you get?!”

“Yeah, dad. What did you get?!”, Eddie overdramatically claps his hands as he jumps towards the room.

“I see you’ve been watching two kids today. Hey, baby.” He leans down to place a peck on your lips. “Here. Pizza. Dig in.” He sassily throws a box on the counter and everyone reaches in to grab a slice.

Steve glances at his watch before dusting his hands on the floor. “Ok, let me go change real quick and we can go.”

“Ahhh…shit. I forgot meet the teacher was tonight.”

Eddie reaches over and jokingly shoves your shoulder. “No swears, ma’am.”

“You guys, don’t have to go, you know?”

“Do you not want us to go?” Eddie picks Dylan up and places him on the floor gesturing for him to put on his shoes.

“No! I do. I just, it’s a lot of people and kids running around—”

“Ew. Children in one room? Sounds awful.” Dylan lightly punches his hip and makes a face making the man laugh as he pulled on his leather jacket.

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Dylan grabbed each of their hands, pulling them into his soon to be classroom.

“Pfft, I guess I’m not cool enough for the tour.”, you laugh under your breath.

“Oh no. When fun dad is in the room, they quickly forget mom.” A woman sitting behind a desk comes around to shake your hand. “My kids are exactly the same. Hi. I’m in charge.”

“You’re Dylan’s new teacher.”

“That I am.”, she smiles guiding you closer to her desk.

She was extremely kind and provided you with all the information you guys were going to need. Dylan runs up next to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Hey Weirdo. This is your teacher.” You gently push him in front of her as she beams down at him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dylan. Who are these guys you brought with you?” She gestures towards the boys who were standing awkwardly back away from her desk, not quite sure where to be.

“Those are my dads.”, he ran around, gripping their hands again and tugging them forward. “This is Eddie and Steve.” He drops his voice to whisper. “You guys have to say hi!”

They apologize to him before introducing themselves again individually. As they did, you watched her face for any kind of a reaction, preparing to defend yourself.

“Well, it’s a pleasure. I look forward to getting to know all four of you better.” Her smile seemed genuine making you breathe a sigh of relief.

You said your final goodbyes, taking your sons hand as you headed out of the classroom.

“She seems nice.”, Steve grinned.

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Y/N! Be prepared! I’m not sure how she knows but she does! Call me if you need back up!

“What?”, Eddie asks as he opens the car door for you. You were looking at your phone like it was a foreign object.

“I don’t know. Kierra just sent me this really weird text and—”

“Grandma!” Dylan ran to the woman standing outside your front door, wrapping his small arms around her.

“Fuck.”

Her smile fades as you three come up the walkway. “We need to talk. Now.”

“Hey mom. I’m doing good. Thank you for asking. It’s so nice to see you. Would you like to come in?”, you say as sarcastically as possible as you unlock the door.

As soon as everyone is inside, Dylan glances around the room unsure of what to do.

“Hey, kid. Why don’t you go upstairs and get everything ready for bed? Let the adults talk about taxes.”, Steve smiles at him and watches as he runs up the stairs.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Your mom turns on you and you immediately raise a finger in her direction to silence her.

“Close the door, please!”, you shout, waiting for the sound of the bedroom door closing before you continue. “Now, what did I do?”

“Y/N, you JUST got divorced which already doesn’t look good but now you’re shacking up with two men with your son in the house!”

You look across the island in the kitchen at both men who had their arms crossed, leaning against the opposite counter. “‘Shacking up’. I don’t think I’ve heard that term outside of television.” Both set of eyes look at you with empathy as you try to deflect.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N. Do you know what people are saying? They’re calling you a whore. That you’re a bad influence on your son. You are extremely lucky Charlie hasn’t found out. He can use this against you!” She stops talking long enough to regain some composure.

“Sweetie, I love you. You know I do and I’m sure…after everything you’ve been through this little thing was a nice reprieve.”, she gestures nonchalantly towards them. “But you need to think about you and Dylan now.”

“I am always thinking about my son. He loves them and they love him. They have been way better parents to him than Charlie ever was and even better partners. They aren’t ‘a reprieve’. I love them.”

“And we love her.” Your mom turned to look at Steve with distain.

“Honey, this is a fantasy. You CAN’T love two people and this,” she holds up your left hand with your rings. “This isn’t real.”

“Mom, I appreciate the fact this is coming from a place of care but you don’t know our relationship. You don’t even know them. You haven’t even acknowledged their presence!”

She swivels around abruptly to face them. “Trust me, I know enough.” Your mom points to Steve. “Your father heads to that fancy upscale bar downtown and rants about how his son is lazy and doesn’t know the value of a dollar. That you work these menial jobs because there’s little to no responsibility. He’s already making plans to cut you off even through your mother tells EVERYONE at the country club that she begs and pleads with him to reconsider because ‘it’s not Steven’s fault we didn’t raise him to be more mature’.”

“And you,” she points to Eddie. “If anyone in this silly charade puts her in more danger of losing her son, it’s you. Your family name alone is enough!”

“Ok, we’re done here!”, you shout. “Leave. NOW!”

She aggressively sighs as she turns to leave, you following close behind her.

“Y/N, please. I raised you better than this.”

“No. Dad did.” You slam and lock the door.

When you come back into the kitchen, Eddie was missing and Steve had cracked open a bottle of beer.

“Where is Eddie?”

“He’s out back, smoking a cigarette.” He gently smiles in your direction. “Are you okay?”

“Are YOU?”

“Mom?” You both glance towards the stairs as Dylan shouts from his room.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be right there!”

“Can Steve read with me?!”

The man’s grin grows as he hands you his drink and heads up the stairs. “Yeah, little man. I’m coming.”

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“Eddie?” You found the metalhead sitting on the steps of the porch that lead down to the grass in the backyard. “Are you ok, babe?”

He takes a puff of the cigarette before blowing out a small cloud of smoke. “Yeah, Princess. I’m fine.” He offers you a puff which you eagerly accept. “Your mom seems really nice.”

You choke a bit on the smoke as you laugh. “When we were growing up, I used to wonder how she and my dad fell in love. My dad was the exact opposite. I mean he could give a shit about appearances and all that. I never understood why he stayed either.”

“Why did you?” When you go silent, he glances in your direction before focusing back on the void in front of him. “You tell us all the time that your ex was a douchebag pretty much from the beginning. Yet you stayed with him for over 6 years. Why?”

“I wanted Dylan to have his father…”

“Okay. And before that. Before you got married?”

“Eddie, what are you doing?” Steve’s voice made you jump.

“We were talking about her parents. I’m merely making a point, Harrington.”

“Which is?”

“Well, let’s see.” Eddie takes a deep drag of his smoke before tossing it into the yard and rising to his feet. “My mom stayed with my dad even though he was an abusive, cheating, criminal dickhead who reminded me every day I was worthless. Your mom stays with your dad, Stevie, even though he too is a cheating asshole who tells THE TOWN apparently how much you suck.”

“Her dad stayed with her mom even though, as we just witnessed, she is an absolute delight.” Eddie leaned down towards you with his hands on his knees. “Charlie was cheating asshole who was never home and when he was he told Dylan stupid shit like how he needs to man up and stop being a pansy. Why did you stay?”

They watched as you slowly rose to your feet, pushing past them back into the house. Behind you, you heard huffing as Steve tried to stop Eddie from following you.

“Maybe she’s right!” You stop in your place as he shouts at you. “You could lose him because of me. At least with Steve, you have the Harrington connection within the town. Big house. Money. I’m a trailer trash Munson whose dad is in county lock up.”

“Eddie! First off, lower your voice. Dylan’s asleep. Second, what the fuck are you talking about?! No one’s coming for him and we’ve talked about this a lot. We knew if we stayed in Hawkins people would talk. We gave her and little dude the option to leave. They didn’t. We can handle anything that comes our way. Like her offspring says, ‘We’re a family.’”

You turn around, striding up to them preparing to argue but stop halfway in a huff. Reaching over the couch, you grab a pillow, bringing it to your face and scream. You sigh as you throw it back down on the sofa.

“One of your biggest flaws, Eddie Munson, is how quick you forget the good things when you’re reminded of the bad.” You fold your arms across your chest. “Yeah, your parents were awful but Wayne took you in and raised you to be the man you are today. YOU,” you gesture at Steve. “Your biggest flaw is that you think you don’t deserve good things because of how your dad treats you but you forget that instead of sticking to that rich, preppy, asshole ‘I’ll be like my father to make him happy’; you broke that familiar chain and became a good man who looks after everyone.”

“My mom sucks. She’s always been focused on image and how we should look but thankfully my sister and I had our father. He taught us how to be ourselves. I…” Your voice starts to shake as you feel the tears well up in your eyes but you quickly shove them back down. “I spent years with Charlie because I loved him. Why? I don’t fucking know…but he gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for.” You point upstairs towards Dylan’s bedroom.

“Now, his father is a selfish, absentee dad but he has you two. This past year and change, I’ve seen my son be the happiest he’s ever been and I don’t care what court, town, or what the fuck ever they want to drag us in front of but I will fight that point. Now… did I answer your fucking question?”

You don’t give him time to answer as you turn away from them and head up the stairs.

####################

They provided you some space as you took a shower and changed into some comfy pajamas. You were sitting on the bed brushing your hair when noticed them through your peripherals coming into the room and closing the bedroom door.

A masculine palm took the brush from your hand as Steve placed himself behind you, continuing the task for you. You pull your knees up to your chin as Eddie sits on the bed in front of you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re right…about everything.” He softly smiles in your direction. “I’m working on it. I swear.”

“I don’t think cigarettes, beer, weed, and nightly jam sessions count as ‘working on it’.” Steve flashes him a grin over your shoulder.

“Excuse me, Sweeny Todd but who asked you?” You giggle at their banter.

“I’m sorry my mother attacked you guys. There’s a reason I never introduced you to her.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“How do you think she found out?”, Steve asked.

“Well, my son now casually tells everyone about his dads so…”

“So, we have to kill him.”, Eddie jokes.

You laugh as you crawl over to him to kiss his lips. When you start to pull away, he grabs your cheeks, guiding you on to his lap and tugging your face back to his.

A small moan escapes you both as you begin grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans.

“I wish you saw you the way we do.” You reach for the bottom of his shirt and lift it up over his head. His hand pets your head as you place soft kisses down his chest, tracing over every tattoo and beauty mark. “You’re not trailer trash and you’re not a freak.”

“Maybe a little bit of a freak,” he says with a small smile.

You press your fingers to his mouth. “Stop it. It’s ok to accept the compliment.”

“She’s right, you know.”

“Jesus Christ, Steven!”, Eddie pretends to be startled. “You were so quiet I forgot you were even here.”

You climb off the bed, tugging the metalhead’s pants and boxers down his legs. “Do you see what I mean?” Steve smiles as he nods.

“He’s gotta work it out on his own though. Baby, you could tell him over and over all those compliments; he still struggles with it.”

“When have you ever tried that tactic, Harrington?”

You watch as Steve leans forward onto his hands, hovering his face over Eddies before bringing his lips to his.

“Munson, I wouldn’t have been with you all this time if I didn’t trust you. I don’t fucking care about your background or any of that mundane shit.” Eddie’s moan reverberated underneath his hovering lips when he felt your spit fall from your lips on to his cock as you began stroking him slowly. “I know you think everyone leaves or is out hurt you but she’s right. You need to focus on the good things. I haven’t and I don’t plan on leaving you both anytime soon.”

“Me either.” You smile up at them as Eddie grins at you both.

He pulls Steve back down to his lips as you take his cock into yours. Eddie gently tugs at his shirt and the other boy quickly slides it over his head and bounces back on the bed to pull off the rest of his clothes. Steve guides himself into the metalhead’s mouth, mewling as he tenderly brushes his hair out of his face.

Eddie’s groans vibrate against him as the boy feels you take him all the way to the back of your throat.

“Fuck me. That feels so fucking good.”

You remove your pajama pants and climb up Eddie’s legs, straddling his waist before guiding his cock inside of you. His mouth drops from Steve as his head arches back at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“Fuck, baby.” Eddie growls as he places his lips back around Steve’s cock.

The other man leans forward, passionately kissing your lips as his hips begin to thrust into Eddie’s mouth. The sound of him gagging and the taste of Steve’s tongue against yours becomes too much as your body trembles and you cum.

Steve moves out of the way allowing Eddie to sit himself up and wrap his arms around you as you help him chase his high. Your hips bounce against his as he pants into your neck. Suddenly his hands grip your waist, holding you still as you feel him cum inside you.

He falls exhaustedly back against the mattress bringing you with him as he continues placing small open mouth kisses against your skin.

Your breathing hitches when you feel Steve’s hand behind you resting on your lower back as he slowly glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds.

Eddie leans all the way back, caressing your face as he watches it contort in pleasure as the other boy breaches your entrance. Your mouth turns into an O as you silently moan, feeling Steve hit all the right places.

He presses his chest against your body, pulling your his shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. His arm wrapped around your front, placing his hand on your breast as his fingers strummed the nipple.

When your glassy eyes met Eddie’s, he knew you were close. He licked the pads of his fingers, bringing them between your legs to press fast circles against your clit.

“Oh, fuck!”

Steve muffled your expletive with his other hand, placing it over your mouth. Over the past few months, they had mastered the art of hiding your moans so it didn’t wake Dylan down the hall.

You placed your palm over his while the other balanced yourself on Eddie’s chest as the coil snapped in your belly. His hips snapped into yours roughly as he fucked you through your orgasm while finding his own.

Steve’s sweaty forehead fell against your shoulder as his pace became sloppier and he warmed your insides as he came.

You both fell on Eddie making him playfully groan. “Guys, we have this conversation all the time. Y/N on me, fine. Steve on me, fine. The two of you collapsing on my organs? Not fine.”

Steve laughs as he delicately pulls out of you and disappears into the bathroom. You push up on your arms as you look down at him with a smile.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

His fingers brush your hair behind your ear. “I love you to, Sweetheart.”

You giggle when you feel an arm wrap around your waist and lift you off the bed. “Steeeeeve!”, you whine as you try to go limp. “I already took a shower.”

“Honey, we have a tub that can accommodate three and we aren’t letting it go to waste.”

Eddie smiles as he comes up behind you both, sliding across the tile around the bath and into the water like the Duke boys slide across the hood of their car. You climb in after him and Steve follows.

There’s silence as the men take care of you. “Penny for your thoughts?”, Eddie asks.

“You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Probably.” Steve jokingly reaches over and punches the other boy.

“I was thinking…I’ve never had a bathtub this big. Growing up we had small ones. My first apartment ONLY had a shower. In our old house, my legs didn’t fit. They always hung over the side.” You smile at the memory. “In the other apartment in fit me and one of you. Now… I’m just thinking about how my life got better after I met you guys.”

Eddie pulls you closer to his chest and you lean back to look up at him. “All of our stories may be different, Eds but we all still need reminding every now and then how much better things are than they were then.”

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“Hey Kierra. I wasn’t expecting you today.”, your mother sizes her up with frustrated eyes. “Well, might as well come in. You could have called at least.”

“Actually mom, I didn’t come to visit. They just didn’t think you would open the door if they knocked.”

“What are you talking about?”

You sister stepped to the side, giving Eddie and Steve room to face her. “Mrs. Y/L/N…”

“Look, I said everything I needed to say and I still think it’s a bad idea—”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, please don’t interrupt me. I let you talk and disrespect us in our house. The least you could do is let us say our own peace OUTSIDE of yours.”

Kierra smiled at Eddie’s confidence.

“Now, Steve and I, may not be perfect but I assure you we are perfect for your daughter and your grandson. We love Y/N and Dylan very much.”

“That’s sweet and everything but that’s not enough. If you really loved my daughter, you would stay away from her and her son.”

“Mrs. Y/L/N, we have had this talk many times and had a conversation with Dylan as well. If people want to gossip or if Charlie wants to take her back to court then we will be right by Y/N’s side defending her.”, Steve looked her right in the eyes as he spoke.

“We’re very away that we both can’t marry her or be documented together as his dad but... we don’t need a piece of paper to tell us that Y/N our wife and Dylan is our son.” Eddie could tell their words hadn’t changed a thing.

“If you don’t want to have anything to do with us that’s fine,” he continued. “But, more than anything, we wanted to come tell you that what you said broke Y/N heart and she deserves an apology.”

Your mother sighs as she glances at Kierra. “If you want to come inside, Kierra. You can. Otherwise…I want you people off my property.” With that she went inside and slammed the door.

“Well, boys, you tried.” Your sister frustratingly runs her hands through her hair.

“It is what it is. Thanks for being our back up.”, Eddie grins as he pulls her in for a hug.

“You know, I have to tell my sister, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”, Steve opens her car door for her as she climbs in.

She smiles at him. “She may be a bit upset at first you did this behind her back but after what I just heard… I’m sure it won’t last long.”

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Good Neighbors Part 13 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: Some sugar to go with the sour from yesterday ;) This is the final chapter of this part of the series. Due to popular opinion and my own need to keep these beautiful fictional souls in my life I will continue their story in another series.

Love you, guys <3

Warnings: Steddie content and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) There is a disgusting amount of fluff. I knew what I was doing when I was writing this lol Idk why but I felt like they need this.

Word count: 4300

Baby, head straight home after work. I’m picking up Dylan. Love you ;)

Steve Harrington, what are you two up to? Lol.

You spent the rest of you workday thinking about all the things they could be planning. Next weekend was the big move and you were ecstatic that everyone would finally be under the same roof.

After your shift, you did as you were told and headed back to the apartment. As soon as you opened the front door you were greeted with your beaming sibling.

“Hey Kierra.” Your eyes scanned over her smiling frame. She looked gorgeous in a stunning pink sunflower style dress with her hair pulled up in a tight bun. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, my sweet sister. That is not for me to say but I AM supposed to help you get ready.” She takes your hand and guides you towards the bedroom where a beautiful white dress was laying on the bed. You glanced at her as your fingers delicately traced the material.

“Kierra—”

“Come on, honey. Let them do their thing. They’ve been planning this for a while.”

The tears start to fall as you change especially after you catch you reflection of you in the garment. The silky fabric flowed down to your ankles as the lace hung delicately on your shoulders.

“I know this may surprise you but Eddie wanted something shorter.” You both laughed as you whipped your eyes.

“Kierra, I don’t deserve this.”

“Who says? Your idiot ex? Our mother? This narrow-minded town? Y/N, you deserve all the good things in this world. You were lucky enough to find not one but two people who love you unconditionally and seem to want to do anything for you to make you happy. You AND your son. Trust me, you deserve this.” She pulls you into a hug as you smile.

“Now…hair up or down? I’m thinking down.”

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Your sister holds your hand as she guides you across the way into the guy’s apartment.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“I’m starting to think I’m being kidnapped again.”

You grin when you hear Dylan giggle somewhere in the room.

“Ok, you can open them now but please don’t ruin the absolutely fabulous make up work I did on your eyes.”

There was no way that was going to happen. As soon as they opened, you felt like you were going to burst into tears.

Everything in their living room had been moved out of the way as a makeshift runway was made leading towards an archway made of white Christmas lights on their wall. Steve’s friend Robin was standing in the middle with a little book in her hand and a costume judges robe around her tiny frame.

The man himself was practically shining from head to toe next to her with his black suit and, of course, well styled hair. Eddie was beside him with a sexy, formal black suit as well with his hair pulled back away from his face. Dylan was standing behind them in a little green suit of his own and the men’s eyes followed yours to look down at him.

“Yeah, our best man didn’t want to wear black to. He felt like he should stand out.” Eddie grinned as he lightly tapped him with his shoe.

“I…I don’t understand.”

Kierra placed a headband in your hair with a tiny veil attached to it before handing you a small bouquet of roses for you to hold. She loops her arm in yours as you both walk down the aisle.

“Since daddy isn’t here, I’m talking over as the person giving you away but I’m still your maid of honor, God damn it.”

Dylan giggles but you’re still so in shock you can’t reprimand her.

“We have a jar for that now, Kierra.”, Steve grins as he reaches for your hand. “Eddie and I thought that… since we can’t legally get married, we could do our own wedding.”

“No, no crying.” Your sister quickly comes around to dry your eyes, not able to hold in her own tears as she takes the flowers from your hand.

“Are we ready?”, Robin smiles as Eddie grabs your other palm. “Cool. Hear ye, hear ye!”

Steve cringes as he laughs at her.

“We have gathered her today in the eyes of God, the dope kid, and badass sister to witness these three come together in holy fake matrimony because this town is stupid.”

“Robin!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Do you have the rings, Harrington?”

Dylan jumps forward and hands Eddie a box who passes it to Steve. You can’t help but gasp when he opens it. Inside is a gorgeous three studded diamond ring around a silver band. The diamonds were small but you didn’t care.

“We wanted to get something bigger but—”

You cut him off with your lips. “No, no. It’s perfect.”

Steve grins as he slides it on your ring finger. “The first time we saw you we knew we wanted to marry you. I know we can’t give you that but we at least wanted to be able to give you a symbol or something…”

“Sorry for skipping a few steps.”, Eddie cut in. “We wanted to do the whole get down on one knee thing but we also knew you would insist we didn’t have to do this so…”

“Are those your vows? Because they kinda suck.”

“Robin! Oh my god.” Steve playfully pushes her as she laughs. “I’m not good with the words. He’s the musician.”

“I play guitar. I’m not a front man.” He smiles at you. “But I do love you and of course your spawn.”

“Hey!” Dylan pouts making you giggle.

“You know you never have to worry with us.” Eddie continues. “We never want you to feel like you did when you were married to Charlie.”

“You’re safe with us to. In sickness and in health and all that.” Steve chuckles. “I love you to AND your offspring.”

Kierra taps your shoulder, handing you a box of your own. “Now, this was tasked to me and Dil. We didn’t tell you guys but he had engraving placed in each wedding band. I paid for that myself because I thought it was the sweetest thing.”

She handed you the one for Steve, beaming after reading the inscription and handing it to him.

“Hear this now, I will always come for you.”

The Princess Bride was one of the few movies Steve was able to introduce to Dylan and was actually surprised he hadn’t seen it already.

“Dude, it has sword fighting and a princess and all that fantasy stuff you like! How have you not seen it?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “How have you not shown this to him yet?”

“I don’t know! We just never got around to it.”

Steve smirks as he playfully takes you in his arms and dips you to the side.

“Hear this now, I will always come for you!”

You dramatically throw your hand over your forehead. “But, how can you be sure?”

He laughs as he pulls you upright and places a soft kiss on your lips. “This is true love. You think this happens every day.”

He smiles at the words before sliding the ring on his finger. “Thanks, Little Man.”

You grin at Eddie’s as you pass it to him.

“Life is ours, we live it our way.”

“Eddie!”

He stops strumming his guitar to look up at you from the chair he was sitting at in Dylan’s room.

“Hey, sweetheart. Welcome home.”

“Why thank you. What are you two doing?” You smile as your son flashes you his guitar.

“Eddie’s showing me Met-al-ick-ah.”

The metalhead smiled at his pronunciation.

“Oh yeah? Well go on, rockstar.” You jump onto Dylan’s bed behind him as Eddie starts playing again.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters.”

He winks at you as you blush.

“Dude, this so metal. Thank you.” Eddie slides on his ring as well before glancing at you.

Both men notice you fanning your face with your hand, trying not to cry.

“Ugh, you people are going to kill me.” You let out a breathy laugh, handing them your ring to read.

“I had to cut this quote down a bit, I’m afraid.” Your sister wrapped her arms around you.

“We are only as strong as we are united…”

“Like us, right mom?”

“What do you mean, weirdo?” You close the Harry Potter book around your hand so you can focus on him.

“Well, right now, Eddie and Steve are over there and we are here. But soon we will be together at the house. That will make us stronger. Right?”

“When did you get so smart?”

Dylan smiled as hugged your torso. “I was born with a big brain.”

You slide the ring down on your finger, staring at how it looked. After you left Charlie, you told yourself you were never going to do anything like this again. It just hurt too much and Dylan didn’t need all that stress. But seeing your hand, your son’s big grin, and all the effort these two men but into you…you wished this was real. Well, the wedding anyway. Their love for you was more than real and greater than anything you had ever experienced.

“Y/N.”, Robin tapped your arm. “Did you want to say something?”

“God,” you laugh as you wipe your eyes. “There’s so much I want to say but it’s either cheesy or too much.”

“I’m sure it’s not too much.”, Eddie grins.

“That right there. You guys saying things like that and actually meaning it. Before you two the only man I ever trusted was seven years old.” Dylan beams at your comment. “Thank you for…for everything. In sickness and in health and all that.” Everyone chuckles especially the boys.

“Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Steven the Hair Harrington and Edward the freak we need to come up with a different nickname for you because you aren’t a freak Munson to be your unlawfully wedded husbands in sickness and in health and all that… till death do you part.”

“I do.”

“And do you Steven the floofy Hair Harrington and Edward not a freak Munson take Y/N Y/L/N to be your unlawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health and blah blah… till death do you part?”

“Of course.”, Steve smiles.

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie grins as you reach over to smack his chest.

“Hey, kiddo? You take them to?”, Robin leans over so she can see Dylan who was now sitting on the couch.

“Yup!”

“Awesome. By the power vested in me by no one because who would trust me with that kind of power, I now pronounce you fake husbands and fake wife. You may now disgustingly kiss.”

Steve jerks your arm, bringing you closer to him as his lips fall to yours. You smile as he spins to Eddie who dips you in his own arms before tenderly placing a kiss on your lips.

“Ew!”

“Agreed, kid.” Robin smiles as she shimmies out of her robe. “Ok, love birds. Let’s eat! I’m starving.”

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You, your sister, and the boys lay on the floor casually passing a flask between each other as Dylan snores on the couch. Robin had already left, needing to get home to her girlfriend.

“You guys seriously didn’t have to do this.”

“We know. That’s why we didn’t tell you because we knew you would try to talk us out of it.” Eddie laughs as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Dad would have loved it.” Kierra cranes her neck to smile at you.

“Do you think he would have liked us?”, Steve asks.

“Oh yeah. One guy to watch football with and another to talk shop while playing guitar? Hell, HE would have asked to marry you.” You cackle at your sister’s comment.

“Alllllright, kids…” She clings to the bottom of her dress as she stands. “I’m exhausted.”

Instead of heading for the door, she loops towards the couch to pick up your son.

“Um, excuse me. That little human is mine.”

“I know.” Dylan wraps his sleepy arms around Kierra’s neck. “I’m going to tuck him in for you and crash on your bed.” She leans in to kiss your cheek before opening the door and heading across the way. “Enjoy your honeymooooon.”, she sings.

You smile as you lock up and as soon as you turn around you bump into a broad chest who abruptly lifts you in his arms.

“Steve!”, you giggle as he carries you across the threshold of his bedroom.

“You know, this is probably the last time for a while that you can be REALLY loud.” He grins as he places you on the mattress and lays down on top of you.

Your body bounces as Eddie jumps in beside you. “Boys!”, you laugh at them as two sets of lips find their way to your neck. “You act like I’m going off to war or something.”

Steve shimmed down to the end of the bed, lifting each one of your legs to take off your shoes before gliding his hands up your skin bringing the dress along with him.

“Wait, hang on. You have to…Eddie…in the back.” You sit up, giving the man some room to unhook the tiny buttons holding it to you. He lifted the fabric over your head and casually tossed it to the floor.

“Wait!” You hand reached Steve’s when you noticed he was unbuttoning his shirt. “Can you guys keep them on for a while?” You push up your knees so you can bring your lips to his. “I just think you look really handsome.”

“Harrington,” Eddie beckoned him with his finger. Steve’s hand held the lower part of your back as he lifted you up and laid you back down, leaning his head to his friend as the metalhead whispered something in his ear.

“What are you two planning now?”

“Just lay back, sweetheart.” His lips reached down to kiss yours as you felt Steve rest his upper body between your legs. His own lips placing small kisses along your inner thigh before using his fingers to open your folds.

You moaned into Eddie’s mouth as he licked long stripes up towards your clit, stopping to suck on it with a slight pop before repeating the process.

“Steve’s always really good with his mouth, isn’t he?” You nod at his question as you lick your lips, throwing your head back as you mewl. His mouth traveled down your frame, stopping to flick his tongue around one of your nipples making your pussy clench around nothing.

You whined his name as he continued his trek down your body.

“I’m not going far, Princess. Trust me.”

“Fuck!”, you exclaimed as Eddie’s tongue grazed your nub.

Steve made room for him bringing his own tongue to your entrance while the other boy hung over one of your legs, wrapping his mouth around your little bundle of nerve.

With nothing to hold on to you clawed at the sheets, panting at the overwhelming feeling of both of their lips and tongues between your legs.

“Fuck, please. Please…” They pushed you over the edge as you came not even slowing their pace as you did.

You leaned up on your elbows to watch them as Steve inserted two of his fingers in your hole while Eddie did the same with your clit, using two of his digits to rotate fast circles against you. They pressed their lips together, tasting you on their breath.

Steve groaned as Eddie’s mouth followed his jawline to his neck. The pleasure on his face drove you wild as you felt the coil in your belly slowly tighten. As you viewed them through hooded eyes, you had a realization. They didn’t just “marry” you but each other as well.

They had told you before in previous relationships they had never been allowed to explore that side of their relationship until you. They loved each other as much as they loved you.

A small smile spread across your face as the coil snapped and you came harder than you had before.

“St-Steve.” You shakily sat up with Eddie quickly shuffling behind you to be your chair. “We…we have never… fuck that was amazing.” The three of you laughed as you fell back against the man behind you.

“Take your time, honey. We have all night.” Steve’s beautiful smile warmed your heart.

“How would you feel…being in the middle…”

“Oh. But tonight’s about you, baby.”

“No”, you corrected. “It’s about us. I mean, of course, you don’t have to. I just…seeing you just now practically come apart with his lips on your throat. Oh my god… Imagine what his cock would do.”

You can’t see it but Eddie is beaming with pride behind you as he winks cheekily at Steve.

“Let’s do it.” He grins as you squeak with delight. “Are we allowed to take the suits off, ma’am?”

“Why yes, Mr. Harrington. You may.”

Eddie is the first to get his suit off, not really taking the same care as Steve does to take off one piece at a time. You crawl to him on the bed with your knees and wrap your arms around him as you kiss his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you to, Princess.”

You mimic his early motions, leaving open mouth kiss down his chest and stomach as his hands gently pull through your hair. He moans above you as you take his dick in your hands and glide you tongue along the tip. Your eyes flick upward when you hear small smacking sounds to see Steve cupping Eddie’s cheeks as he kisses his lips.

“Fuck…”, he groans as your mouth wraps around his length, steadily bobbing your head. You take him as deep as you can causing him to grunt with every gag. Steve sits beside you on the bed, licking his fingers before reaching under you to stroke your clit.

“Yes, Sweetheart. Fucking hell.”, he responds to the vibration from your moan. You pull off him continuing to pump his cock with your palm as you look at Steve.

“Are you ready, baby?”

He nods as he removes his fingers and waits for direction. You whisper to Eddie who responds with a smile and small peck on your nose. As he heads for the dresser to find the lube, you guide Steve towards his pillows, laying his head back against them.

You straddle his waist as his hands come up to grip yours, holding on to you as you position his cock near your entrance and slowly slide him inside of you.

You grind your hips against his, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. “Jesus, Steve. You always feel so good.”

When you stopped moving, his eyes opened as a nervous breath escaped his lips. Eddie positioned himself between the man’s legs, rubbing the lube over his cock with his fist. You leaned down, hovering your face over his.

“It’s ok, baby. If you start feeling uncomfortable just tell us.”

He smiled up at you, holding his breath as he waited.

Steve’s mouth opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as Eddie began guiding his dick into him. You felt his fingertips dig into your skin as the boy behind you leaned his forehead on your back.

“Are you okay, Eds?” He responded by kissing your spine.

“What about you, honey?” Steve didn’t say anything either but his face had relaxed a lot more. When you slowly started grinding your hips again, the sound that left his mouth made your pussy flutter around him. “Does it feel good?”

Eddie froze when he bottomed out and you took the opportunity the drift back down towards the man underneath you. “Talk to me, Steve.”

“I can’t…”

“You can’t what?”

His body began to move as the metalhead began doing small thrusts into him. “Can’t talk.”

“Does it hurt?”

He adamantly shook his head. “Feels…good. Really good.”

Steve’s mouth opened into a silent moan as you straightened so you could ride him. Eddie’s chin landed on your shoulder.

“How does he feel?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

“Eddie, you…you can go faster.” Steve’s voice came out whiney as if he was begging.

“Lean back down, Princess.”

You did as you were told as he began thrusting into Steve with much more purpose. When his hips pushed into him, his stomach nudged against you allowing your waist to grind on the cock inside of you.

You whimpered as two sets of hands gripped your body; one set pulling you back the other moving you forward. Steve’s neck craned up to wrap his mouth around your breast as you moaned, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m… fuck…”

You sat up, grinding faster against him as Eddie’s arm came around to hold your chest. Steve watched in aw as you turned to kiss the metalhead, your tongues dancing with one another. He swallowed your moans as you came, trembling as you leaned your head back to shout their names.

You grinned as you panted, climbing off of Steve and falling to the side. Without you in the way, Eddie leaned down closer to the other boy’s chest as he pushed deeper into him.

You watched them in an aw of your own. The way they moaned especially Steve was obscenely beautiful. Rolling on to your side, you kissed his shoulder up to his lips.

“He feels amazing, doesn’t he? Eddie knows how to hit just the right spots.” His honey eyes stare at you as you lick your palm and reach down to stroke his cock.

“Fuck me…”

“Cum, baby. Cum for us.”

Steve eyes close as Eddie delivers a few hard thrusts. He searches for you as he pulls your mouth to his, giving you a sloppy open mouth kiss as he cums, spilling ropes of his seed onto your hand and Eddie’s tummy.

The other man chases his own high, gripping on to Steve’s legs. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as he releases inside of him. They both pant aggressively before Eddie gently pulls out of and falls onto Steve’s chest. You stroke his hair, pushing it out of his face and finding a soft smile.

Tumbling off the bed, you disappear into the bathroom and come back with a wash rag.

“Eddie, sweetie, you have to move.” You grin as he shakes his head before groaning and rolling to the side. To both of your surprises, Steve wraps his arm around him, bringing his head back to his chest. His fingers tangled through his hair as you cleaned him up.

After throwing the rag in a near by hamper, you grab one of their shirts off the floor, throwing it around your shoulders before lazily buttoning it up.

“I love you guys.” Steve’s voice is low and gravelly as you crawl back into bed beside him. “I’m serious. I know I don’t say it a lot or as much as I should but—”

You tenderly place your hand on his lip, cutting him off. “We don’t doubt you, baby. Trust me. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. Even just the bare minimum, ya know? Eddie tells me stories all the time about you two and how you’ve been there for him.” The boy turns on to his chin to look up at Steve and smile.

“Oh my god and Dylan. Weirdo never shuts up about how cool he thinks you are and how happy you make him when you hang out with him. Steve,” you lean up on your elbow so you can look down at his face. “We know you struggle with words but its ok. You show us every day that you love us.”

He grins, craning his neck to kiss your lips.

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Eddie runs up behind you and quickly takes the box you were carrying to the house out of your hands.

“No ma’am.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he jogs inside the front door.

“Are you guys seriously not going to let me help!?”, you call after him.

He sprints past you stopping to kiss your cheek before jumping into the moving truck. You smile as you watch both men bring down the couch with Dylan laying on top of it.

“Oh sure. I can’t lift boxes but he can get carried around?”

“Shit, she’s right.” You lightly smack Steve’s chest as they set down the sofa. “You, off.” He points to your son who giggles as he slides down. Strong arms suddenly lift you in the air and lay you on the furniture.

They grin at each other as they lift the piece of furniture again. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“I hate you both.”

“No you don’t.” They set the couch down in the living room and Eddie reaches for your hand helping you back up.

“Why don’t you and little man start going through stuff?”

You scowl jokingly at Steve.

“Oof. Beware that look, gentleman. It means trouble.” Eddie’s uncle strides through the doorway.

“Hi, Wayne!” Dylan runs to him and gives him a hug.

“See? We got more help. And Robin’s coming over later to.”

“Oh? Are you going to make her stay inside to? I’d love to see that.”

“Are you kidding? Robin’s scary. She can do whatever she wants.” Steve chuckles as he rapidly runs away back towards the truck with Eddie and Wayne in tow.

“What do you say, weirdo? Want to help me get our new home put together?”

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Good Neighbors Part 12 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I have one more chapter of this guys *cries*. I'm going to miss them when the time comes!

Warnings: Steddie smut and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Cameo from Wayne being a cute grandpa and the elder Harringtons being assholes. Lots of fluff. Like ALL the fluff lol

Word count: 3012

“Wow. This place is beautiful.” You fling yourself excitedly from the dining room of the home you four were looking at into the kitchen.

“Mom! The rooms upstairs are big!”, Dylan’s feet stomp as he runs down the stairs.

“Kid! Chill out. We don’t live here yet.”, Eddie giggles as he follows after him.

“It’s right within your budget and down the street from this guy’s school.”, the realtor smiles at your son.

“What do you guys think?”

“I like it. It’s closer to Robin to so I can sleep in longer before picking her ass up.”, Steve grins at the notion.

“Oh, you know me, babe. I come from a trailer so this is like a palace to me.”

“Wonderful.” The realtor slams his briefcase on the desk and pulls out some paperwork. “Go ahead and fill these out. I can get that process started immediately. He points to sections on the documents, explaining things as you. “Now you and your husband will put your banking info and work information here—”, he gestures to you and Eddie.

“Oh, um, I’m not her husband technically. Is that a problem?”

“No! Not at all.” He glances at Steve who shakes his head. “Ok, so then you’ll just put single for everyone and I’m going to need some more information for the three of you. I’m sorry for assuming. You said ‘babe’ and I just—”

“It’s ok. I’d like to marry her one day.”, Eddie leans over kisses your cheek.

“Ew!” Dylan pretends to gag.

“Hey! You calm down over there.” The metalhead kicks his foot in his direction making Dylan laugh.

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“Hey Eddie.”, Wayne greets you guys from his place on the steps outside of his trailer. “And friends.”

“You smoke like Eddie!”, Dylan points at the man in front of him.

“Oh my god. He used to have manners.” You look at him apologetically as Wayne chuckles.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, Y/N. That’s nothing compared to how this one was. Well, come on in. Where’s Steven?”

“He had to work but we were in the neighborhood looking at a house and I thought we could come by so you can finally meet this weird kid.” Eddie gestures at Dylan who responds by sticking out his tongue.

“That’s thrilling. It will be nice to have a bigger place, I bet.”

The four of you spent the rest of the afternoon together. Wayne was wonderful with Dylan. You could see when they interacted that he was happy to be around a kid again. After lunch, he took your son outside to show him the land and the car he was trying to tune up. You grinned as you watched Eddie’s uncle point to things under the hood and explain to Dylan what they were.

After coming back inside to use the restroom, you found yourself distracted by Eddie’s room. You had been in here once before but because you were taking care of him you didn’t really get to look around. You ran your fingers over the posters on the wall, beaming at the doodles scrawled in random places. There were notebooks on the dresser and you grabbed one before lying down on his bed. God, it still smelled like him.

“Get lost, Princess?”

“In your past, yeah.”

Eddie grins as he crawls into the bed, lying on his back beside you. You pointed at the writing in his journal.

“Was this for you Dungeons and Dragons thing?”

“Yes, ma’am. One of the campaigns we did.” He watches your face as your eyes scan over the material.

“This is really cool. I don’t understand why people would make fun of you for it. The fact that most of this came from your mind? Wow.”

When you turned your head to meet his gaze, you were met with his lips. “I wish we had known you in high school.”

You grin at him as you close the distance again, kissing him slow at first before it steadily grew more heated. Eddie quickly lifted his head, glancing out the window to make sure Dylan and Wayne were still preoccupied.

“We’ll have to be quiet.”, he whispers as he presses his mouth to yours. Reaching down, you fumble with his belt buckle before unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock from his boxers.

Eddie spits in his hand as your hips rise off the bed so you can push down your shorts. He pumps his length a few times before position himself outside your entrance. Your head lifts up slightly as you watch him guide his dick inside of you. You both groan as his head falls between your shoulder and neck.

He’s quick and precise with his movements, knowing you both only have a short window of time.

“Fuck, Eddie, baby. Just like that.” You murmur into the fluff of his hair as your hands tug at his shirt. His mouth attaches to your throat as he tries to muffle the grunts that escape. One particularly hard thrust hit your g-spot just right making you cry out causing Eddie’s hand to fly up and cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Princess.” He chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Can you cum for me?”

With his palm still blocking your lips, you reached up pushing two of your fingers into his mouth that he eagerly sucks on, coating with his saliva. Bringing those digits between your legs, you rapidly began rubbing fast circles into your clit as Eddie thrusts into you faster to match your pace.

As soon as he felt your pussy fluttering around him, he removed his hand replacing it with his lips as he swallowed and stifled every one of your whimpers as you came around him. He didn’t stop kissing you till his rhythm become sloppier and you felt him cum inside of you.

Eddie gently pulls out before rolling on to his back and gasping for air. He takes your hand in his and bring it to his lips placing a tender kiss on the back of it.

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

“Mom! Mom! Come check this out!”, Dylan calls for you outside.

While you’re pulling up your shorts you lean over and kiss Eddie’s soft, beautiful lips. “I love you to.”

You smile at Wayne as you pass him, heading towards the hood of the car your son is leaning over while Eddie sits on the front steps with his uncle who offers him a cigarette.

“I like them.” Wayne lights the cigarette before passing his lighter to his nephew. “Kid has picked up a lot from you it seems.”

“Oof. Hopefully not too much.”

His uncle glances over at him for a moment before focusing on the sight in front of him. “Eddie, you aren’t your dad and no matter what you think or feel you will never be him. You would never hurt that kid and that woman there would never allow it. She’s not your mother.”

Eddie’s eyes remained on you two but Wayne knew he was listening.

“He called himself my son a couple of weeks ago.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

The metalhead smiled before taking another drag of his cigarette. “Proud.” When Eddie finally turned his head, he saw his uncle grinning. “Wayne, I never thanked you. For taking me in.”

Wayne’s grin grew as he tossed the butt of his cigarette into the yard.

“You never needed to, kid,”

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Steve knocked on the door to his parent’s house before slowly opening it and guiding you two inside.

“Steve, honey, are you sure you want to do this?”, you whisper to him as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“Yeah. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. My mom wanted to meet ‘the kid I’ve been seen with’ and my dad is at work so it shouldn’t be too chaotic.”

“Steven!” A beautiful brunette woman meets him halfway in the living room and quickly envelopes him in her arms.

“Hey mom.”, he grins down at her. “This is Y/N and this little man here is Dylan.”

Unlike with Eddie’s uncle something about Steve’s mom made your son nervous as he remained hidden behind your leg. The man beside you immediately notices and bends down to take the boy in his strong, protective arms. “It’s ok, dude. This is my mom. She’s nice.”

“Oh, that’s ok. I can come on a bit strong! Hi there.”

Dylan politely smiles as he gives her a small hello. His mother reaches out to shake your hand and you grin politely as well. She leads you all to a dining room table where lunch has been premade and set out. Your son jumps on one of the chairs and reaches for a sandwich.

The atmosphere remained awkward as small talk was made. Steve had never really told you anything bad about his mom but you knew enough about her to be hesitant. If you had been her you never would have allowed Steve to grow up in the environment he had feeling unloved and underappreciated.

“So Y/N, you were married previously?”

Her question shoved you out of your thoughts. “Yes ma’am I was.”

“May I ask what happened?”

“Hey Dylan. My old room is down the hall there. Why don’t you take my phone and go watch something.”, Steve hands him his device before watching him disappear down the hallway.

“Mom, that was rude.”

“What? I’m just curious!”

“It’s ok, Steve.” You reach under the table to take his hand in yours. “He was having an affair.”

“Pfft, I know how that goes.” You and Steve stare at her as she takes a sip of wine from her glass. “My husband tries to hide it but as you figured out they aren’t really good at it.”

“Can we not do this right now?”, Steve begs. As if on cue, the front door opens loudly causing his eyes to squeeze shut. “Shit.”

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”, Mr. Harrington throws his suitcase on the couch before entering the dining room.

“Speak of the devil.”, his mom raises her glass in his direction. “How was work, honey?”

“Good. Good. Exhausting.”

“I bet.”, she spits.

“Should I go get Dylan?”, you whisper to Steve and he gently nods before reassuringly squeezing your fingers.

You politely smile as you pass his father and powerwalk to find your son.

“So, Steven… still playing the family man I see.”

“I’m not ‘playing’, Dad.” Steve rises from his chair to face his father. “Y/N and I have been together for almost a year. I love her and I love that kid.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t pay the bills with love. I heard you’re looking into getting a new house. That’s exciting. Can Family Video cover a mortgage? What about things children need to survive, Steven? Do you even know what a kid needs?”

“Do you!?”, Steve snaps. “I may not know everything but at least I know not to abandon him to fend for himself while I go off to work conventions and parties fucking anything with legs.”

His father straightened up, challenging his son with his frame. “You better watch who you’re talking to, Steven. There may a come a time, and knowing you there will be one, when you need some financial support and I won’t be there to bail you out.”

“Dylan, wait!” Your son flew into the room and pushed himself between the two men. He looked up at Mr. Harrington with angry eyes.

“Don’t talk to him that way! Steve is my dad and you should be nice!”

His father looked down at Dylan in complete bewilderment. Steve collected him in his arms and the boy promptly wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Do whatever you want, Dad but no matter what this is my family.” He reaches for your hand which you eagerly take and head out the front door.

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“Hey, you good, little man?”, Steve asks Dylan as they enter your apartment.

“I’m ok. Are you? When my daddy was mean to me it always made me feel bad.”

“I’m ok. Thank you for sticking up for me.” You son smiles up him before running to turn on the tv.

“Hey, weirdo. I’m going to take Steve in my room so we can talk for a bit. Try not to burn the place down.”

He scrunches his tiny face at you and you do the same back. Grabbing Steve’s hand, you lead him into your room. As soon as you turn to face him, his lips are on yours. He walks you back towards your bathroom, quickly shutting the door and pushing you against it.

His mouth sucks and bites at your neck as his fingers pull at your jeans, roughly tugging them down. As soon as you step out of them, he lifts you by your thighs on to the counter. Steve holds your legs open as he sinks to the floor, pressing his face into your cunt.

You moan as his tongue invades your entrance. “Steve, please.”

He licks up your folds, pausing to wrap his mouth around your clit making your squirm. You watch him multitask as his hands reach down to pull off belt and push down his pants.

“Steve, please.”, you beg again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He rises back up to his feet, pumping his cock with the precum that was leaking out before pushing himself inside of your needy pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered.

“Are you ok?”, he panted as he carefully pushed himself further into you. “You’re… really fucking tight.” His head falls on to yours as he leans in to place a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just go slow at first.”

“Anything for you, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Steve,” you giggle. “It’s fine. You two are just wearing this old lady out.”

A mix between a chuckle and moan escape his mouth. “You’re not old and I meant about today with my parents.”

He stood still when he bottomed out, just relishing in the feel of you around him. “Honey, you have no reason to be sorry.” You tenderly push his hair away from his forehead. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that.”

Steve begins steadily thrusting into you, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Jesus…”

“You…you can go a little faster now.”

His arms loop under your knees, lifting them up and sliding you closer to the edge of the sink. With his cock pumping into you more rapidly at this new angle, you felt like you were coming undone. You clasped your hand over your mouth to control the urge to scream out his name.

Steve feels your pussy tightening around him as he drops one of your legs to rub his thumb over your clit. Your body shakes as you cum, your hand lunging for his own.

Gripping both your legs again, he thrusts harder into you chasing his own high. His waist sputters as he releases deep within your body.

After he pulls out of your now sore and sensitive hole, he reaches for the washrag in the cabinet and cleans you up.

“Steve?” He answers you with a hm as he focuses on his task. “You’re not like him, you know. Your dad.”

He throws the rag in the sink behind you and lifts you up to place you back down on your feet.

“I know.”

“Steve.” You playfully raise an eyebrow in his direction as he slides your panties up your hips.

“I just… you’ll never have to worry, ok? I would never make you feel like I don’t appreciate you or that I don’t care about Dylan.”

“He called you dad.” You smile as he blushes, pulling up his pants. “How did it feel?”

“Good. The fact that he feels that way about us… it’s an honor. Scary but…”, he laughs.

“Welcome to being a parent! It’s always scary but worth it. When he was born, I remember being terrified that I was going to fuck up but when I held him and he looked up at me I knew. I knew I would do anything I could to protect this kid and make him happy.”

Steve tugs on your shirt, pulling you to him for a hug.

##################

“So… they are going to Rivendell to destroy the ring?”, Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he glances at Eddie before focusing his attention back to the tv.

“Noooo… they are going to Mordor to destroy the ring. They just left Rivendell.” You giggle at Eddie’s tone as he tries to not come off as annoyed.

“Mordor is the only place that can destroy it.”, Dylan’s eyes remain glued to the screen in front of him.

Your phone on the counter rings and you smile as you get up to answer it, listening to them continue to banter.

“See? He’s seven and he’s paying more attention.”

“I’m paying attention! There are just too many weird names to remember.”

“Hello?”, you laugh out. There’s silence as you listen to the person on the other end speak. “Oh my god. Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Steve pauses the movie as you hang up jumping towards your three boys with giddy excitement. “We got it. We got the house!”

“Are you serious?!” he gets up quickly, wrapping you in his arms.

“Wow, that’s fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve lived in an actual house before.”, Eddie grins as you smack his chest before placing a kiss on his lips.

“When are we moving?”, Dylan asks from his place by your side.

You reach down to tussle his hair. “Um, next month. Jesus, there’s a lot we need to do beforehand.”

“Ay, Princess. Breathe. We have plenty of time. Tomorrow we can sort all that out. Today, we make fun of Harrington for not understanding Lord of the Rings.”

“It’s not my fault this stuff is confusing!”

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Good Neighbors Part 11 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I hate to say it but I think I'm almost done with these series 😭 . Idk, I'm thinking I got a couple more chapters left. I will miss them when the time comes <3.

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) Shocking twist of a spicy Dylan. The boys will have to handle that interaction. Charlie makes a cameo and again shockingly is NOT being an asshole.

Word Count: 3945

“Hi. I was told to come down here because my son got in some kind of trouble?” You breathlessly relay the information to the girl behind the counter in the front office of the elementary school. She points you towards the principal’s office and you thank you her before heading in that direction.

You’re slightly taken aback when you see Charlie in one of the chairs and Dylan in the middle with his head hung down.

“Ms. Y/L/N, please sit down.” The principal points to the empty chair. As you come around to take a seat, you lift your son’s face with your hand. His cheek was scuffed with dirt and his left eye was starting to swell.

“What happened?! Who did this to him?”

“Actually, I’m surprised to say Dylan was the instigator here.”

“What?” You and Charlie speak at the same time.

“I know. I was just as shocked as you are.”, the principal’s eyes fill with empathy as she continues. “But he and the other boy admit Dylan threw the first punch. We found them wrestling on the playground. Neither will say what triggered it but…”

“Is the other boy okay?”, you ask.

“Yeah, he’s got a couple of scratches but otherwise he’s alright.”

“Dylan, can you go sit in the waiting area outside?”, Charlie voice is controlled as he talks to him. Your son doesn’t even look at either you as he stands and leaves the room.

“It’s not…uncommon… for children whose parents are going through a divorce to act out.” You both give the principal a look, giving her pause. “Especially when both parents are dating again.” Charlie’s head swivels in your direction for a moment before his eyes focus on the floor.

“I’m sorry. How is that any of your business? You don’t even know if that’s what caused the fight.”

“It becomes my business if it causes a disruption.”

“Well, like she said, you don’t know if that’s what the problem was so if you could kindly mind your business, Mrs. Luhrmann…”

A sigh escaped you but the first time in a long time it was a grateful one. It was nice hearing Charlie back you up for once. The principal nods her head in his direction.

“Dylan is a good kid and I’ve never had problems with him before. Now the other boy… I feel confident it was something he said to him or along those lines. But since neither will tell me and Dylan admitted to starting the fight, I have to suspend him for two days.”

You both nod, shaking her hand for a final goodbye as you exit her office.

“Come on, Dil.”, Charlie motions for Dylan to follow and to your surprise he doesn’t. He glares at you both before finally rising and walking past you to your car, slamming the door after he climbs in.

“I’m sorry if I surprised you. I guess I’m still on the call list.” Charlie shuffles his feet in the gravel.

“It’s ok. Thank you…for backing me up in there and showing up.”

“Do you, um, want me to follow you back? Back you up in talking to him?”

You glance at your son whose stoic features are facing forward. Steve and Eddie were at work and to be honest you had never handled your son like this. You wouldn’t mind having a partner to help.

“Sure.”

###################

“What do you mean she didn’t answer?”

“I don’t know how to make that clearer, Eddie.”, Steve shoves off his vest, throwing it on the couch. “I wanted to check in because we haven’t heard from her all day but when I knocked neither her nor Dylan opened the door.”

They both froze when they hear your voice outside. Eddie immediately strides over to open the door and both men’s eyes widen when they see you and your ex talking in front of your apartment door.

“Hey now. It’s okay. I’m not here to cause trouble.”, Charlie’s hands fly up in defense as he turned to you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” You smile softly at him as he heads down the stairs.

“Hey! Um…”, you start to follow him and Steve quickly grabs your hand. “It’s ok, Steve.” Charlie waits at the bottom of the stairs. “Not that I don’t appreciate this,” you gesture to him and up towards the apartment, “but can I ask what brought on this sudden change?”

“I love my son. I miss him…”, he folds his arms as he looks away. “I regret signing those papers but it’s a choice I made. Now I’m going to do whatever I can to get him back. Vivian and I have been going to therapy.”

You fold your own arms trying to ignore the jealousy and hurt that rises in your chest. “That’s good, Charlie. I’m… I’m happy for you.”

He flashes you a slanted grin as lightly taps your arm. “Let me know if he finally talks, okay?”

You nod as you watch him walk away to his truck. The sound of a door slamming makes you jump but you aren’t sure if it’s coming from your apartment or theirs.

When you get back upstairs you stand between the two doors, trying to figure out who to handle first. You turn left into your home leaving the door unlocked.

####################

Dylan skids out into the living room at the sound of you moving things around.

“What are you doing?!”

“Well, look who’s ready to talk now? You got into a fight, you’re suspended from your school, you won’t tell me or your dad what happened so congratulations kid you’re in trouble! No video games, no tv, and no phone.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Oh, I assure you I can. As your mom, I was given special rights after you were born.”

“That’s not fair!” Dylan stomped his feet as he crossed his little arms.

“Really? What would be fair, Dylan? Because I’m just going off the information your principal told me since you won’t talk.”

“What’s going on?” You hadn’t even heard Eddie come into the apartment. “What happened to your face, dude?”

You and Dylan stare daggers at each other before you turn to face him. “Maybe you can find that out because all I know is he started a fight at school.”

“This kid?” Eddie pointed at your son as you sarcastically confirm.

“Yup, he even admitted it, apparently. What he won’t say is why. Now we’re at a standstill because I’m ‘unfair’.”

Dylan huffed through his nose as Steve finally came over as well. “Why is everyone yelling?”

“Go home!”

An audible gasp left you as he turned his tiny body to yell at them. Eddie’s eyebrow raised as Steve’s head ticked to the side.

“Well, this is new.” Steve sauntered over to you and looked into the shopping bag you were holding. “Are these his video games?”

His eyes meet yours and for the first time you and he have your own silent conversation.

“Yeah, I was just about to take out the gaming system to.”

“Oh, good. You can keep it at our place. I know Eddie’s system has been acting up so it will be fun.”

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!”

“Hey! What’s not fair is you yelling at your mom like this after you started a fight today.”, Eddie’s voice startled you but Steve’s body was blocking your own enough that Dylan didn’t see.

“You can’t talk to me like that! You’re not my dad!”

Eddie grabs his chest. “Ow! God, now I need to call my uncle and apologize for all the times I said that to him growing up.”

Steve’s eyes narrow down at Dylan. “Was that what the fight was about? About us?”

You son turns away from him but Steve gets down on his knees, shifting him back around. “What about us?” Steve gently holds on to Dylan’s forearm as he tries to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Let me go!”

“Did they something mean about us? Did you tell them what you told us? That you wanted Eddie and me to be your dad. Did they make fun of that?”

Dylan kept trying to pull away but it suddenly became less forceful. Eddie slowly came to your side.

“Wait a minute. Was it about your mom?” He stopped moving then, standing up straight as he glared down the hallway. “You told someone you had new dads and they said something rude about mom.”

Steve didn’t pose it as a question but as a matter of fact like he witnessed the entire event unfold. When Dylan finally looked at him, there were tears in his eyes.

“I told my friend Noah that we were moving together and I would have new dads because I don’t see mine…”, he wiped his nose as he continued. “Jimmy heard and said moms can only have one dad at a time. He said if they had more then…”

“Then what?”

“I can’t say it. It’s a bad word.”

“It’s ok, weirdo. Just this one time.”, your voice was barely above a whisper as you leaned into Eddie’s side. His hand rubbed your back as the boy looked at all three of you.

“He said… his dad told him if moms had more then they were…sluts.” Dylan cringes as he said the word. “I told him he was a liar and then I punched him. He made me so mad!”

“That’s why you didn’t say anything to your principal or you dad. You were afraid of getting her trouble.”, Eddie looks down at him with soft eyes.

Something inside Dylan broke as he finally let’s go, wrapping his small arms around Steve’s neck as he cried. “It’s ok, little man. Everything is okay.”

##############

“I think we should tell him.” Steve ruffles his hair has he sighs.

“How did you know?” He looks down at you from your place on the floor. “How did you know that that’s what the fight was about?”

“I didn’t but I know him. I know he wouldn’t randomly start a fight. Kinda like this one.”, he gestures to Eddie who grins at him.

“I think we should tell him to.”, Eddie leans forward from his spot on the sofa.

You look down at your hands as you fidget with your fingers. The room is silent but you can feel their eyes watching you. You get up abruptly and head towards Dylan’s bedroom.

“I have to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me, okay?”

His little eyes widen as he sits up to give you his attention. “You know how your dad loves Vivi?” Dylan nods as you sit on the end of his bed. “How would you feel if I told you that I love Steve AND Eddie the same way?”

He looks down at his fingers but you quickly reach over, lifting his face. “Be honest with me, baby. If…if you have a problem with it or anything like that then I can end it right now and we can go back to how things used to be, just you and me.”

“But…then that will make them sad.”

“Very much so.” Steve was leaning in the doorframe. He entered the room as Eddie followed, sitting in the floor beside his bed. “But how you feel is more important.”

“Why would Jimmy’s dad say that mean thing?”

“Because…people say mean things like that when they don’t understand something.”, Eddie answers his question.

“A lot of people aren’t going to understand something like this. Baby, I’m glad you feel comfortable telling people what you told Noah. There’s nothing wrong with that. The thing is…for every Noah there’s also a Jimmy.” Dylan nods as he slowly starts to understand what you’re saying.

“That’s why I’m asking you if—“, you sigh as you try to find the right words. “I already know that people will talk. I accept that and for me it’s worth it because I love them but you always come first. If that makes you uncomfortable or mommy being with two people…” Your voice starts to trail off. “Shit, I didn’t realize how hard this would be.”

Eddie playfully slaps your foot that’s hanging off the bed. “You owe the swear jar, madam.”

Dylan giggles as Steve smiles at him. “It doesn’t make me uncom-forta-ble. I don’t think you’re that bad word.” He stands up in his bed to give you hug and you wrap your arms around him tightly. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“I forgive you, baby.” He gets back under his covers and you lay down with him. You place a kiss on his forehead. “I love you.”

##############

Your watch beeped at midnight startling you awake. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but after the events of the day you were so exhausted. The guys must have covered you up because you had a blanket over your arms and your shoes were no longer on your feet.

You slowly snuck out of Dylan’s bed, looking for them. They weren’t in your room or the living room so they must be in their apartment. With bare feet, you made your way across and knocked on their door.

“Hey beaut—Jesus Christ!”

As soon as Eddie opened the door, you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him as you kissed his lips.

“Where…is…Steve?”, you asked between kisses. His back fell against the wall as you dropped to your feet.

“Shower.” With arms still clinging to your waist, he pushed you towards the opposite wall as his lips traveled down to your neck. You gently tugged on his hair, bringing him up to face you.

“Need you both. Now.” After unbuttoning your jeans, you reach for his hand and shove it down the front your pants. Eddie takes over, moving the cotton out of the way so he can glide his fingers between your folds.

“Fucking hell.”, he whispers, hovering over your lips. “Steven!”

He removes his hand, lifting you up again to carry you to his friend’s room. Eddie tosses you onto the bed, immediately tugging off your pants and panties as you remove your shirt, throwing it to the floor.

“Harrington!”

“What!?”

“Get the fuck out here, god damnit!”

Steve turns off the shower, running a towel through his hair before wrapping it around his waist. Eddie rolls his eyes as he gets up and disappears into the bathroom before reappearing with him in tow.

The metalhead gestures towards you as you squirm in the bed. “Need you both. Now.”, you repeat. “Please.” Steve moves at an unbearably slow pace as he comes to kneel between your legs. You try to capture his lips with yours but he pulls out of the way. His palm reaches up to caress your cheek as his eyes scan you over.

“Ok.” He nods his head, glancing at Eddie. The man nods in affirmation, removing his clothes as he heads for the bed. “Hard or soft?”

“You.” Steve smiles at your answer.

Eddie’s hands come under your arms and lift you on to his lap. His fingers dig into your thighs as you grab his cock and guide it into your dripping entrance. You grind against him, rolling your hips as one of your arms wraps around his neck.

You gasp when you feel Steve’s tongue graze your clit. With every flick, you feel like you want to scream. They both feel so good especially when they work together to please you. Eddie grunts as he feels you start to tighten around him. His head reaches forward pushing Steve’s mouth harder against you.

Your body trembles as you cum, your hand gripping Eddie’s long hair as you moan against his cheek.

“Wait,” you pant as he pulls out of you, “you didn’t finish. I want you to cum. Please, Eddie. I want you both to cum.”

He gently grips your chin between his fingers, guiding your head to look between your legs as he swallows down moans of his own. Steve had taken his friends cock into his mouth, sucking and tasting the slick you coated it with. His hand released one of your thighs to come around and rub circles against your clit as you watched.

“Jesus”, you whimpered as you leaned your head back on his shoulder to kiss and suck on his neck.

Steve slid Eddie’s cock back inside of you and replaced his hand with his own on your nub. You felt the bed dip as he got up to sit beside you both as his roommate began thrusting into you.

“You’re okay, honey. We’re not going anywhere.”, Steve whispered against your ear as his fingers picked up a faster rhythm.

“Fucking hell…”, Eddie groaned as your hips bounced against his. He wrapped his arms around your stomach forcing you to still as he and Steve continued their pace.

“Steve.” You turned your head to face him as his lips found yours. The coil in your belly aggressively snapped as you came hard, your pussy gripping Eddie like a vice as he mewled, hugging your body tighter to him as he came inside of you.

He fell flat on the bed, bringing you with him as he whispered praises and comforts in your ear.

“He’s right, sweetheart. We’re not going anywhere. You did so good. Your pussy felt so tight around me. I never get over how tight you are and how well you fucking take me. I love you, princess.”

Steve pulled you to the side off of Eddie and on to the mattress. His lips trailed soft kisses from your forehead down your neck. He pushed himself up on his knees, placing himself between your legs, guiding his cock inside of you.

“Eddie”, you moaned as your head tilted to the side. His fingers traced down your face as his mouth hovered over yours. You whimper as you feel his tongue glide down you neck and over to your nipples. Your hand ran through his hair as he sucked and nibbled.

Steve lifted your hips with his arms off the bed, pushing him deeper inside of you. He started muttering under his breath causing Eddie to get up on his own knees to hear him properly. He pulls the boy in for tender kiss, Steve grunting into his lips when he feels you clenching around him.

Eddie licks two of his fingers, pressing them to your swollen clit as he laid back down beside you.

“He was saying how fucking amazing you feel and how beautiful you are like this. He loves being buried inside you and watching your face when he hits that spot.”

Steve’s pace slowed as his hips slammed into yours hitting that sensitive area inside of you making your eyes roll back. Eddie’s hand didn’t relent as he leaned down to suck on your neck.

Your body shook as you came, grabbing the metalhead’s hand silently begging him to stop. His lips and tongue danced with yours as Steve watched, chasing his own release. His hips began to faulter as he pumped into you a couple more times before ropes of his warm seed filled you.

You winced as he delicately tried to pull out of you. Steve leaned over to run his fingers through your hair as he kissed your forehead. “I know. I know. I’m sorry, baby. One second.”

He disappeared and after a few minutes you heard him shout Eddie’s name. You felt your body being lifted and moved. The smell of roses brought you to reality just as Eddie slowly descended you into the bathtub.

“Roses?”

“You said it was your favorite smell. I bought it just in case you ever took a bath over here. I listen.”, Steve smiles as he leans his back against the wall and sits on the floor. Both boys had put on boxers and were sitting across from you.

“When we get our new place, it has to have a big bathtub.” All three of you grin at your comment. You pulled your knees under your chin, resting your head. “I’ve never seen Dylan like that. It… it hurt.”

“Yeah, but he’s been through a lot. Our unorthodox lifestyle doesn’t really crack the top ten for him.”, Eddie softly smiles over at you as your eyes meet his.

“I feel bad.”

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know I just… I feel bad that I’m happy he said he was okay with it because,” your voice cracks as your eyes start to water, “I don’t know what I would have done…”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Steve scoots his body to the tub, reaching over to push your hair out of the way. “Honey, thankfully we don’t have to find that out but you know even if he wasn’t we still would have been a part of his life even if we couldn’t be a part of yours in that way.”

“Yeah, I mean kid made us honorary dads. You don’t just throw that away.” Eddie had slid over as well to be closer to you.

“Speaking of—”

“I don’t know.”, you cut Steve off. “Charlie said that he and Vivian had started going to therapy and he was working to be better father so he could be in Dylan’s life again. I don’t know what brought that on. I don’t know how I feel about it or even how my son feels about it. I don’t know.”

“It’s ok, mama. Breathe.”, Eddie reached over to rub your leg. “Steve’s just being cautious. This is new behavior and as kids with fucked up dads we’re suspicious.”

“He DID defend me in front of the principal which is weird.”

“What the fuck did the principal say?”

“That’s another thing we may need to have a discussion about. She insinuated that Dylan was ‘acting out’ because BOTH his parents are dating. Either she’s an amazing guesser or—”

“People in this town are doing what they do best.”, Steve sighs.

“The only person who knows is my sister. Well and your dad. Kind of. I mean, he thinks I’m just dating you.”

“Who may have told your mom…”, Eddie responds.

“Who likes to gossip within the community.”, Steve continues. “But my dad thinks I’m an embarrassment remember? That my Family Video salary isn’t enough to raise a family on.”

He pokes your cheek playfully as you roll your eyes.

“I meant what I said. I’ll fight for you both because I love you both. I don’t care what these people think.”

“Same, Princess.” Steve winked at Eddie’s affirmation.

####################

Steve heard a small knock on their door the next morning and quickly ran to open it.

“Who is it?”, Eddie asked from the couch.

“Uh, there’s no one there but this is taped on our door.” He flashed his friend a piece of paper with their names scrawled across it.

They opened it up to see a drawing of four people together in a house. The figure that said Eddie above its head was playing a guitar with lightening and music notes coming out the end. The one that said Steve had a basketball under his feet and was wearing his Family Video vest. Your figure had a scrunched-up nose, holding a book and a blanket for bedtime. Dylan’s smaller figure was drawn with a video game controller. At the top of the page was a message scrawled in marker.

2: Eddie and Steve,

I’m sorry 4 yelling at you and being mean yesdarday. I still love you a lot!

From: Your son DYLAN

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Good Neighbors Part 10 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you this piece of fluff, smut, and angst.

I realized the boys spent so much time helping the reader deal with her ex that we've never really interacted with one of theirs.

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies (I regret nothing), utter adorable Dylan fluff I literally can not. We have a bitchy ex here because exes be bitches :P.

Word Count: 4847

Eddie’s boots bang against the tile as he rushes into the school. “I’m here! I’m here! Oh my god.” He places his hands on his hips as he leans over trying to catch his breath.

“You good, champ?” Steve pats him on the back.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just old and out of shape.”

“I’m sure the cigarettes don’t help either.”

Eddie starts to open his mouth to curse before catching himself as he glances around at the children and parents in the elementary school. “Shut up, Harrington. Where is Y/N?”

“The parents are backstage with the kids so she’s with him. She asked if when you got here would we want to go back there with her but she also wasn’t sure if you wanted to sit out front so you could see Dylan better. I told her I’d ask you.”

“Aw.” Eddie let out a nervous chuckle as Steve flashed him a questioning look. “Just…her offering… like we’re his dads… It’s just a nice feeling. Jesus, Steve. I’m allowed to feel things!”

Steve pulls his friend to him abruptly, hugging him. “Naw, man. I felt the same when she asked. So, where are we going to be?”

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“Are you ready, weirdo?” You kneel on your knees next to him as he nods vigorously. “Just remember what Eddie showed you and no matter what we’re proud of you.”

“Are they here, do you think?”

You smirk at him as you gesture your head towards the curtain and you both crawl towards it. Since everyone’s eyes are focused on the little girl playing piano, no one bats an eye when you pull the stage curtain back in the corner and you both search the crowd.

You whisper in his ear when you find Eddie and Steve in the middle of the auditorium. Pulling out your phone, you text Steve knowing he definitely would have remembered to silence his own. He reaches in his pocket and you watch him smile down at the screen before lightly elbowing Eddie and pointing his finger to where you guys were.

They grin and Dylan smiles his little toothy grin at him. You keep texting Steve as you two wait for his turn on stage.

Did Eddie not want to come back here?

He did but he thought it might make Dylan more nervous.

Please. Have you met my child? He keeps laughing at ME because I’m nervous for him. Lol.

“Hey Dylan. Are you ready, buddy? You’re up next.” His teacher comes up and reaches for his hand. You quickly kiss his cheek before she leads him to the waiting area before they go on.

“Alright! That was beautiful, Isabella.” The theater teacher hosting the talent show claps his hands and the crowd does the same. “Next up, it appears we have another little musician here. Dylan Y/L/N, playing a song on the guitar. Come here, Dylan.”

You son and his teacher walk out together as you wait in the wings with your palms clasped together. She handed him his tiny guitar that Eddie had gotten him for his birthday.

When he started playing the Harry Potter theme you felt like you were just going to burst into tears. He had practiced repeatedly to get it right and to watch him do it in front of all these people and see him so excited… it made the last few months of heartache you both endured worth it.

When Dylan was finished, he ran off the stage without waiting for his teacher straight into your arms.

“That was amazing, baby. Oh my god.”

“Holy shit, Kid. That was awesome.” Eddie came up behind you out of nowhere and Dylan immediately reached for him. You smack his chest at the curse word. “Oh, calm down. I’ll give you a dollar for the swear jar when we get home.”

He looked so happy praising your son, it made you smile. You reached out, rubbing his lower back as you leaned against his shoulder.

#################

Dylan walked out of the auditorium proudly; one hand in yours and the other displaying his second-place ribbon.

“Hey Little Man!” Steve ran up to him and picked him up. “That was fantastic. Come on. Let’s go get some food. I’m buying.”

“Geez Steve. You okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’re talking really fast and you look panicked.” You narrow your eyes at him as he turns to look at Eddie. “No! Hey! No silent conversations.” Dylan giggles as you grab the man’s cheeks, turning him to face you.

“Steve! Eddie! Oh my goodness!” You watched as Steve’s eyes closed and Eddie’s body visibly stiffens. A gorgeous woman about their age came up to your group with a smile. “It’s been a while. How are you doing?”

“Doing good, Emily. How about you?” Steve replied in a monotone as he passed Dylan back to you. You place him on the ground and he started talking to the little girl at Emily’s side.

“I’m doing fabulously. I got married to the ONE love of my life.” None of you missed the emphasis on her words. “He’s around here somewhere. We came to see my niece in the show.”

“You danced very pretty.” Dylan grinned at the girl as she blushed.

“Aw. He’s so sweet. I imagine this one here taught him that guitar.”, she points to Eddie. “How are you doing, Eds?” He nods in her direction with a half-smile. “Oof. A silent Eddie Munson. That’s a new one.”, Emily chuckles. “So, is this your son?” She looks directly at Steve. You can see the emotions run through his eyes.

“He’s mine actually. Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“Emily. I kind of figured because Steve here never really seemed like he wanted kids. And Eddie always seemed too scared of them.”

It’s your turn to chuckle. “I’m sorry. Who are you?”

Emily’s grin grows. “I’m surprised they haven’t told you about me.”

“Ok, Emily, you had your fun.” Steve glares down at her.

“No, Steven. I’m being serious. I’m surprised the situation hasn’t come up where you would HAVE to talk about me.” She picks up her niece before glancing at you. “Take my advice, honey, especially for your son’s sake. Three’s a crowd. I learned that the hard way.”

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The four of you head up the stairs to your apartment in silence. You insisted Steve ride with Eddie and every time you glanced back at their car in your rearview mirror you saw them talking heatedly to each other.

Opening your door, you let Dylan in but moved your body to block it when Steve stepped forward. “Hey, Weirdo! The adults going to talk about taxes, ok?” He giggles as he nods, running straight for the TV.

You shut the door and fold your arms across your chest. Eddie had already lit a cigarette and was leaning over the railing between your doors. Leaning over him, you take it out of his mouth and toss it over the railing, pointing at their apartment.

“So, who would like to go first?” Neither of them answers and you exhale aggressively. “Steven Harrington and Edward Munson, I swear to god—”

“What do you want to know?” Steve takes a seat at one of the stools by the counter.

“I don’t know. Fucking everything. I’m guessing she was an important ex.”, He nods his head. “Guys I’m trying to be really calm here but you can’t have someone come up and say stuff like that in front of my son and not talk about it. Especially since Steve, you tried to hurry us out, Eddie went quieter than I’ve ever seen him, and neither of you have ever mentioned her before.”

“We did mention we had had relationships like this before.”

“Don’t play semantics with me, Steve.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”, Eddie suddenly grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

Your eyes widened as you watched him leave. Completely flabbergasted, you leave as well and go back to your apartment.

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Your phone vibrated around 11pm, flashing a number you didn’t recognize. When you answered, a gentleman introduced himself as Eddie’s uncle.

“Oh, Hi. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“He talks about you often to; you and your boy.” That makes you smile. “Listen, my nephew has been here for a while and he is completely wasted. I wanted to call Steve but he told me not tell him. I don’t know.”

“Um, yeah, I can come get him. Give me a few minutes.”

After he texts you the address, you knock on Steve’s door. When he opens it, he looks like he’s had a few beers as well. You told him what was going on and ask if he could keep an eye on Dylan. He nodded shuffling over to your apartment.

When you make it to Wayne’s trailer, he shakes your hand before pointing to the back room where Eddie was laying. You couldn’t help but smile at the décor surrounding you. The metal band posters, books from school thrown around, and a combination seeped in smell of weed and cigarettes. It was very much Eddie.

You sat on the bed and gently shook him. “Baby, come on. I’m going to take you home.”

“Heeeeey, Sweetheart!”, he slurred.

“Whew! Ok, yeah, you smell like a bar.”

“I only had,” he looks at his fingers, “like 3 drinks.”

You sarcastically nod as you pull him up by his arms and he leans against you as you both head to your car.

“Where’s Stevie?”

“You didn’t want Steve, remember? You wanted me.”

“I always want you, Princess.” You laugh at his drunken flirting as you place him in your front seat. “Yeah, Steve hates it when I drink. Actually, we both hate that the other drinks.”

“Oh? Why is that?” You continue talk to him as you start your drive home.

“Harrington can be a feisty drunk. I’m a sappy sad drunk.” He chuckles as he turns his body to face you. “I’m sorry about Emily.”

You glance over at him and reach for his hand. “Let’s not talk about that now, okay?”

“No! I need to tell you now.” Eddie’s eyes start to close again before he shakes his head. “She wasn’t always like that. She used to be nice.” He smiles at the memory.

“Then something changed. She was always mean to me.” Eddie laughs under his breath. “One day, we were talking about kids and she said they’d have to come from Steve because my kids would end up stupid trailer trash like me. Oh, Steve was pissed.”

You clenched the steering wheel angrily. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He waived his hand dismissively. “After we broke up, Harrington and I thought we couldn’t do the shared partner thing again.” His fingers came up to graze your cheek. “Then we met you.”

Eddie passed out on your shoulder for the rest of the ride home. When you made it back to the apartment, you texted Steve who ran down to help you get him upstairs and into his bed.

“I want to lay with him but I can’t fall asleep here with my son in the other apartment.”

Steve rubs your shoulders comfortingly. “He’ll be ok. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

You feel tears start to well up in your eyes. “He, um, told me some things. Was she a bitch to you to?”

He smirks as he reaches for one of Eddie’s cigarettes, lighting it before huffing out a cloud of smoke. Steve rarely ever smoked so you knew he was upset. “Sometimes but not as much as she was with Eddie.” You take a seat on the stool in front of him as he looks past you into the void. “I never said I didn’t want kids by the way. I just didn’t want them with her especially watching how she treated him. And obviously he’s not afraid of children. He’s—”

“Afraid of becoming his dad.”, you interrupted. Steve smiled at your understanding.

“Can, um, can we talk about this tomorrow? Maybe, when him and I are both completely sober.”

You jump down from the chair, nodding as you head for their front door. “Can I ask you one more thing?” Steve turns to give you his attention. “What was the final straw? What made you leave?”

He takes one last puff of the cigarette before squishing it in the ashtray nearby. “Emily and I got into a big shouting match after she said something particularly rude to Eddie. I asked her what her problem was and she said she couldn’t do this anymore. Either I stay with her just me and kick Eddie out or she would leave.”

“You chose Eddie.”

Steve flashes you a small smile. “He’s my best friend. We’ve been through a lot together. I…I love the crass asshole.” He shrugs as you laugh.

“Yeah, me to. Goodnight Steve.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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“Dude, why do you suck?!” Kierra pushes Dylan with her elbow as they play one of his race car games.

“I’m not the one in last place!”

You giggle at them as you watch from your place at the sink. Dylan dances as he crosses the finish line.

“You know what? Pack this with your stuff because we are playing at my house and I will win.” Kierra stands up from her place on the floor and heads over to you.

“Weirdo, why don’t you go ahead and pack an overnight bag?”

He grins as he jumps up and runs towards his room. You sister bumps you with her hip. “How are you doing?”

“I’m ok.” She gives you a look when you sigh. “I am! Just taking care of him and making sure he doesn’t worry over Charlie too much.”

“Well thankfully he seems to have two strapping distractions across the way.” You avert your eyes as she narrows hers at you. “Ooooooh I see. So you are fucking them.”

“Kierra!”

“What?! Y/N, I’m not blind and I’m not stupid. I saw the way Steve looked at you that night at the bar and the way you watched Eddie on stage. I hear the way Dylan talks about them. I just honestly didn’t think you had it in you.” She laughs as you roll your eyes. “After putting up with douchebag for almost 8 years I would have thought you would have completely sworn off men all together!”

You grab her arm and lead her to your bedroom. “Dylan, go watch tv while I talk to your aunt for a bit.” He runs past your room with his bag as you and your sister lay flat on your bed like you used to when you were growing up together.

You told her everything about how the relationship started and everything they’d done for you and your son.

“Ok, but how’s the sex though?”

“Kierra, you don’t even know.” You bite your lip coyly as she laughs. “But even when it’s not the three of us like individually their amazing and not just in bed. Steve is so determined and protective. Eddie is playful and passionate. They are both so good with Dylan. Even though Steve doesn’t know anything when it comes to most media, he’ll sit there and listen to Dylan explain how spells in the Harry Potter world works. Eddie can barely sit still for five minutes but spent over a month teaching my son how to play guitar.”

“And how are they with you?”

You smile to yourself. “I can’t explain it. Relationship wise no one has ever treated me like they do. I love them.” You look over at her as she grins. “I know. It doesn’t make sense.”

“No, no, no. It does. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea but as long as they treat you and my nephew right that’s all I care about.”

A subtle knock on your bedroom door makes you both jump.

“Jesus Christ, Steven!” Kierra places her hand over her chest as Steve leans against the doorframe.

“I told them they need to wear a bell.”

“Sorry, ladies.” Eddie pokes his head in as well. “Dylan let us in.”

“How long have you been here?”

Steve chuckles as he lowers his voice, “Oh I think we came in around ‘But how’s the sex though?’”

You blush as Kierra rolls her eyes, hoisting herself off your bed. “Ok, calm down. I see what you mean now.” She glances at you before tossing them a stern sisterly glare. “I’m fine with this but I swear to God if one of you or both of you hurts my sister, I will kill you. And you know I mean it. That’s why she won’t tell me where Charlie lives.”

Dylan giggles at you as you scrunch your nose at him while you walk your sister out. “Why didn’t you tell me they were here?”

“I told them you and Aunt Kierra were probably talking about boys because you were hiding.”

“Oh my god. Get out, traitor.” You lean down to kiss him goodbye as he waves at you. Turning around you find both boys are sitting at your dining room table. “Oh, you don’t have to be so…formal. We can talk in the living room.”

“Sit down, Princess.” Eddie smiles at you as he gestures towards the chair across from him. His tone scares you a bit.

“Is it ok if I stand?”

“Of course, baby. It’s your place.” Steve smiles softly. They exchange a glance and this time you don’t interrupt it. “Go ahead. Ask your questions.”

“How did you two know her? I mean how did you meet?”

“Eddie met Emily at one of his gigs. Apparently, she jumped him after the show in the back of his van.” He chuckles. “He introduced her to me a few days later.”

“Who brought up the three of you being together?”

“I did.” Eddie responded in a low gravelly tone.

“You didn’t want her for yourself?”

“She picked up on something between Harrington and I. Said she would be open to trying.”

“Hm. I get that.” You finally sit down and find them both staring at you quizzically. “Do you seriously not realize the vibe you two give off together?” They shake their heads. “Wow. Why do you think I was surprised you guys hadn’t tried anything together before?”

“Is it…bad?” Eddie looks to Steve who shrugs.

“No. God no. It was intimidating at first but…” They both smile. “Look, ok, you already overheard me gushing about you with my sister. You don’t need any more of an ego boost.” You giggle before you cross your arms over your chest.

“How long were you three together?”

“Six months?”, Steve questions.

“When…when did she start being mean to Eddie?”

“Maybe a couple months before we broke up. It was small at first. She always wanted to spend time with Steve alone. Then it was little comments here and there. I think the kid thing was the last straw. At least for me. I came home from work the next day and any stuff she had left at our place was gone. Steve said she left.”

Your head shot up to look at Steve whose eyes met yours. “You didn’t tell him?” The boy shook his head.

“Tell me what?” Eddie looked between you both. “Tell me what, Harrington?”

“Why didn’t you tell him?”

His amber eyes glanced at his friend before turning back to you. “I told you. He’s my best friend. I didn’t want to hurt him.”

Something clicked in Eddie’s brain as he rose from the table and started pacing. He finally paused, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at Steve. “You could have stayed with her without me. I wouldn’t have cared.”

“Eddie, you’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah, he is.” You smile gently up at him.

“Plus, why would I want to be with someone like that? Someone who acts like that.”

“YOU used to act like that.”

You turn to stare at Steve with wide, amused eyes.

“In high school, yes. I was an asshole but I learned the error of my ways by senior year.” Eddie smiles at Steve’s defensiveness as he sits back down.

“Why didn’t you guys mention her before?”

They share a glance again before Steve answers. “Honestly? Stupidity.”

“We were afraid it might…scare you.”

“Were you afraid it might scare me or were you both scared the outcome would be the same?”

This time they both got a bit defensive, leaning back and crossing their arms over their chest. “It would makes sense. Explains why Steve was so upset when he saw me and you alone.” You gestured to Eddie, exhaling as you continue.

“Guys, I get it. Remember after our first night together? I was terrified. Charlie and I had only been separated for a few months. I was worried about Dylan, trying to make sure he wasn’t affected by everything. We had just been kicked out of our house. I mean, obviously, your nothing like my ex-husband but I was still nervous like ‘What if they hurt me? I could barely keep track of one man let alone two.’

“But I trust you, both of you. And I hope you know that I would never do what she did. I would never… hurt you like that. Like my son says, ‘We’re a family.’”

They smile at each other before abruptly Eddie rises from his seat. He leans down, lifting you in his arms, and places you on the table facing him. His lips briefly connect with yours before trailing down your neck to your chest. His palm gently pushed you down and you found yourself looking at a smirking Steve upside down.

“Hi.”, you giggle as he responds by leaning down to kiss you. Your body jostled a bit as Eddie lifted your hips to pull your jeans and panties down your legs. You moan into Steve’s lips when you feel the other man’s tongue lick a stripe up your folds. His hands grip your hips as he begins devouring your pussy. Your own hands reach for Steve’s pants but with your odd angle you struggle.

“Need some help?” The boy chuckles as he removes his shirt and stands to unbuckle his pants.

“Fucking hell.”, you whimper as Eddie pushes his head further into you. Steve’s cock comes into your view and you hungrily reach for it, pulling him into your mouth. His hand comes behind your head for support as you it bobs, taking as much of him in as you can.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. We are so lucky you are ours. Right, Eds?”

Eddie replaces his mouth with his fingers as he rapidly thrusts two of them into your entrance. “That’s right. We love you so fucking much. Cum for us, sweet girl.”

Steve pulls himself out of your mouth as you continue pumping him with your hand. You cry out, moaning Eddie’s name as you cum around his fingers.

You lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck as he guides himself into your entrance. The table moves with each thrust as he pumps himself into you. You take off your shirt, throwing it to the side. Steve sits back down in a chair, stroking himself as he watches you both. You’re whispering things to Eddie that he can’t hear and that’s ok. He knows these words aren’t meant for him.

“I’m sorry she hurt you. You didn’t deserve that. I love you so much. You feel so good inside of me, baby. So deep, always hitting my sensitive spot. Just like that, Eddie. You’re going to make me cum.”

His forehead leaned on your shoulder as you spoke in his ear. Grunting, he moved his hips faster as he felt you tightening around him. His lips sucked on your neck as you threw your head back, moaning and mewling as you came. His strong, massive palms clung to your back as he held you upright against him. He groaned into your skin as he himself came, his seed warming your insides.

Eddie pulls out of you, stepping out of the way so Steve can lift you in his arms. He carries you into your room, laying you gently on the bed as he falls at your side. His lips trace your jaw down to your neck. You gently run your fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to you.

“I love you, Steve.” His fingers reached between your legs and your whimpered as he easily slid two fingers inside of you. You suddenly felt lips kiss up your leg and detached from Steve to see Eddie moving his way up your thigh. The other man pulled his fingers out of you only long enough to guide his friend’s lips to your clit which he sucked on gladly. Steve reached for your hand placing it on the back of Eddie’s head as he himself reinserted his fingers into your entrance, this time adding a third.

“Oh my god! Fuck!” His lips hovered over yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure. “I love you baby so much. You know just how to make me feel good. You deserve to feel the same. Make me cum so I can feel you inside of me.” You groaned, feeling him pump his finger faster into you. The coil in your stomach snapped as your head turned into Steve’s shoulder trying to stifle your screams.

You watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his fingers out of you, offering them to Eddie who sucked them clean before pulling Steve down to kiss his lips.

He laid back down, gently moving your back to his chest as he lifted your leg over his hip. Steve gripped his cock growling from his throat as he bottomed out quickly.

You whimpered Eddie’s name who crawled up to you laying by your side as he brushed the hair away from your sweaty face. Reaching for him, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pulling back again when he felt your tears hitting his face.

“Are you ok, Princess?”

You nod your head, grazing your nose against his. “It just feels so good, Eddie. I’m so tight I can feel him…fuck… I can feel him stretching me open.”

An obscenely gorgeous moan left Steve at your admission. He stopped moving to drop your leg back down, wrapping both arms around your front as he thrust his hips into you roughly. You pulled Eddie’s mouth to yours again needing them both close to you in that moment. You wrapped your arm around his neck, pressing your forehead into his as you came. Your body shuttered as you fell flat on the bed. Feeling you clench tighter around him was enough to push Steve over the edge and with a few more aggressive thrusts he came deep inside of you.

Your body was still shaking as you sobbed; both boys held you in their arms. They only pulled away when they heard the sound of you giggling.

“I feel like I’m being overdramatic. I’m just…really happy.”

“No, not overdramatic. Adorable, maybe.” Steve kissed your shoulder, holding on to you as he carefully pulled out. He quirked his eyebrow at you and you shook your head. As he started to get up Eddie stopped him.

“You do it every time. I got it.” He rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom as you rolled onto your back whipping some sweat from Steve’s forehead with your hand.

“Is that a mom thing?”, he chuckles. “You just using your hand like a napkin?”

“I can’t help it. Ow.” You wince as Eddie cleans between your legs. “There’s one more thing I want to talk to you guys about if that’s ok.”

The bed shakes as Eddie jumps back into it. “Ask away. Or talk way? I don’t know. What’s up?” He pushes his arm under your head as Steve leans up on his elbow.

“My lease is up in a couple of months and I, well Dylan and I, were wondering if you would want to move in with us. Maybe we could find a house or something.”

“With two bedrooms or four?”

You understood what Eddie was trying ask. “I was thinking three so you and Dylan could have like a music playroom.” The metalhead’s grin grew as he pulled you into his arms.

“How much does he know?”, Steve asked.

“I don’t know. When I talked to him about moving, he asked me why his father was getting married and the three of us weren’t. I feel like a part of him knows he just doesn’t understand. I thought whenever we tell him all of us should be there. That way if he has questions…”

Steve grabbed your cheek, placing his lips on yours. “Well, I’m ready to move. What about you, Eds?”

“Don’t need to tell me twice. We’ll follow you two anywhere, Princess.”

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Good Neighbors Part 9 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you some cuteness to alleviate some of the heartache and feels from the last part lol

Warnings: No smut. All Fluff.

Word Count: 1630

Eddie opens their door to the sound of a tiny knock. “Dylan? What are you doing over here, bud? Where’s your mom?”

Steve immediately pokes his head out of his room. “What’s going on?”

“She’s taking a nap.” He points towards his apartment door he left wide open.

“Little Man, you shouldn’t just leave without telling her.”

“I wanted to talk to you two.”

“I’ll go leave a note on her table.” Eddie crosses the way into your apartment as Steve picks up Dylan bringing him inside and placing him on the countertop.

The little boy giggles. “It smells funny in here.”

“Don’t ever smoke cigarettes.” Steve smiles as he points his index finger at him in playful warning. Eddie comes back, closing the door behind him before leaning against it. “Ok, Kid. What’s up?”

“My mom cries a lot. She tries to hide it but…” Dylan looks down at his feet as the two men glance at each other. “I want to do something nice for her. Make her happy.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.”, Eddie smiles at your son.

“Did you have something in mind?” The boy beams as he pulls flyer from his pocket. Steve grins as he passes it to his friend. “Well, let’s do the damn thing.”

#################

That Saturday night, you and Dylan were laying in your bed as you scrolled through your phone.

“Why do you seem antsy?”, you scowl jokingly down at him.

“What does antsy mean?”

“Jumpy. Like you’re hiding something.”

“Mama, I would do no such thing.”, he giggles.

“Okay now I know you’re up to something because you sound like Eddie.”

As if on cue, there’s a strong knock on your front door. When you open it you find both your neighbors standing there with a big smile. You turn to look at Dylan.

“Oh, you would do no such thing, huh?” He laughs again, covering his mouth as you turn back around. “What has my son talked you into?”

“Ma’am! That little boy would do no such thing.” Eddie grins as his eyes scan you up and down. “Are you comfortable or would you like to change?”

“Change for?”

“You’re definitely going to want to grab a jacket and some comfy shoes.”

“Got ‘em!” Dylan runs into view with your socks and shoes in his hand. He has already put on his own.

“Oh, good!” Steve reaches forward slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “You can put them on in the car.”

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“You guys still aren’t convincing me that this isn’t a kidnapping.” You smile as Dylan holds both your hands in his so you’re not tempted to peak under the blindfold they put over your eyes.

“Shit, Steve. She’s on to us. Make quick turns so she doesn’t remember how to get back.”

Steve lightly smacks Eddie’s chest for you at the curse word but laughs at his joke. The car suddenly parks and you hear the sound of car doors being open. A strong, calloused hand reaches for your own and guides you out of the back seat. The blindfold is removed and you blink trying to catch your bearings. You find yourself standing outside of the art museum that they built just outside of the town.

“Oh, you guys.”, your hand covers your mouth.

“This place has some cool stuff, mom. I think you’ll like it. Come on.” Dylan reaches for your other hand, pulling you inside.

He was right. It did have some amazing things that you wouldn’t find in a normal museum. Each room had its own unique style. One area was slanted so whenever you walked forward you felt like you were sliding back. Another had blocks that you could climb and then jump down into tiny foam blocks. Your favorite was the room that had rain indoors. There was real water raining down but it never seemed to land on the patrons.

“This is amazing.” Steve stuck his hand out to try and catch some of the liquid tripping down but it avoided his hand.

The lights turned off and the rain changed color making Dylan’s jaw drop.

“Yeah, thank God it can’t touch us. Can you imagine if Steve’s hair got wet?”, Eddie chuckles.

Steve shoved his arm. “I’m going to have to tell Robin about this place. She’d love it.” When he turned to look at you, he realized you weren’t behind them.

Eddie grabbed Dylan’s hand as all three of them went on the hunt for you. They stumble on to you in the next room smiling at the wall in front of you. You silently pick up Dylan, grabbing his hand, and pushing it into the material. When you pulled it back there was an imprint of his tiny hand in blue before it quickly disappeared.

“Whoa…” Both men looked in awe as they did the same but their handprints were different colors. Your son sat by your feet drawing pictures into the wall with his fingers and watching it disappear. You raised your own finger and started writing something as Steve and Eddie watched.

Thank U : )

You softly smiled at them as they grinned back. Steve reached out tenderly caress your cheek with his thumb before holding up his index finger.

Dylans idea

You look down at him to see him beaming up at you with that beautiful smile.

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You and Eddie carried over the trays to your table at the outside restaurant you guys had passed on the way to the museum. Steve and Dylan were arm wrestling while you distributed food to each person. Steve’s hips tilted away from you as you sat down beside him.

“Oh, calm down. I’m not going to poke you again.”, you giggle.

He starts to let your son win before tilting his hand to the other side, raising his arms in triumph. Dylan pouts before digging into his fries in front of him. A car pulls up to drop off an employee and your son laughs as you start humming to the tune with food in your mouth.

“Mom likes Ed Sheeran. She dances to his songs as she cleans.”

Eddie tries to hide his smile behind his hand. “Shut up!” You lightly kick him with your foot. “I just like his lyrics.”

“Hey little man. Do you know how to dance?” Steve starts to stand as he looks through his phone.

“No… Steve Harrington. Don’t you dare.” Dylan’s grin grows as he shakes his head.

“Don’t do what?” He pressed play on his phone as Thinking Out Loud starts streaming through. Steve extended his hand out to you as you hide behind your hands. “Come on, Y/N. The kid doesn’t know how to dance. He has to learn some time.”

You blush as you grab his palm and he pulls you to your feet. With on hand placed on your waist and the other holding your hand up in air, you two begin moving to the music.

“So honey now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are”

His amber eyes sparkled as they looked down at you, spinning you around before dipping you. Steve smiled as he pulled you back up and spun you again this time handing you off to Eddie.

“See, Harrington definitely has the charm down but I have the style. As a musician I would know.” He winks at Dylan who giggles through his teeth.

“When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades And the crowds don't remember my name When my hands don't play the strings the same way, mm I know you will still love me the same

'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory”

Eddie kept his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He suddenly lifted you off your feet twirling you around before setting you back down and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Dylan’s little hands clapped as you three sat back down at your table. You bit on your bottom lip trying to contain your smile.

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“Thank you for today. I loved it.” Your son rolled on his back in bed as he looked up at you.

“You had fun?” He smiles when you nod. “Good.”

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you something.” Dylan stares at you intently. “In a few months our lease is up on this apartment. That means when the time comes, we can choose to stay here or go somewhere else. I was thinking, if you were ok with it, maybe we could talk to Eddie and Steve. See if maybe they’d want to move in with us.”

His eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh wow! That would be so cool!”

“Yeah? Cool. Don’t tell them though. I’ll talk to them later.”

“Mom. Daddy’s marrying Vivi, right?”

“Yeah, baby, he is.”

“So, when are YOU getting married?”

“Pfft! Who do you have in mind?”, you chuckle but he looks at you confused.

“Eddie and Steve.”

You stare into his brown eyes, reading his emotions, trying to figure out where you should take this and what you should even tell him.

“They said they love us. Do you love them?” You nod. “Good! Me to.” He smiles as he curls up to your side with his head on your chest.

You stroke his hair as he falls asleep, deciding to leave the conversation there. Whenever it came time to tell Dylan the whole truth you felt that Eddie and Steve should be there to.

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Good Neighbors Part 8 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: Alright! Lol I warned y'all and I was told to bring it so prepare for the feels. My note to single moms out there... ya'll are amazing and deserve so much love <3 This did take me a hot minute to write mostly because it tapped into something for me but it felt good. I feel good getting this out there.

Warning: Steddie relationship here and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) The major trigger here is the custody issue between Charlie and her. They do hash it out and there is a resolution when it comes to that. Dylan does open up to our boys. That may be triggering for some but its nothing drastic.

Word count: 5412

Your eyes glanced through the glass partition at Eddie who was sitting in the hallway, bouncing his leg anxiously as he waited for you to finish mediation with your ex and the lawyers. Both he and Steve insisted after what happened last month that one of them be with you or Dylan if Charlie was around.

You son didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he hadn’t gone over to his father’s house. Eddie and Steve did what they could to keep him preoccupied. One night he had asked if he could call Charlie but when you dialed his number he didn’t answer.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”, you reached out and stroked his hair as the boy shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s ok, mommy.”

“Dylan…how would you feel if you didn’t have to see your dad as much? It doesn’t have to be permanent. Just until daddy isn’t so busy?”

“But I don’t see him now. What would be different?”

Sometimes this kid said things that just flabbergasted you. He was aware of much more than you gave him credit for.

“Nothing, I guess.” Dylan turned to smile at you before turning his eyes back to the tv.

“This is fucking ridiculous. He’s my son!”, Charlie’s hand slammed down on the table.

Your lawyer gestured towards him. “See, this is the kind of behavior we are worried about. Besides the father’s absence, he seems to have anger issues that need to be put in check.”

His lawyer leaned over to whisper things in his ear as Charlie glared at you. The gentleman straightened up as he spoke. “Look, there has to be some leeway here so we don’t have to hash this out in a courtroom. He isDylan’s father.”

Your lawyer scoffs. “Biologically. Honestly, if we need to take this to court, we are more than willing to go down that route. We have pictures, texts, and proof of missed weekends. It would be much simpler on everyone, including the child, if he just signs this document now.”

His lawyer sighs, leaning back in his chair. “The father here has an actual home for the child in a safe environment—”

“And my client’s apartment doesn’t count as a safe home? Come on, Bryan.”

“Lidia, we have proof that the people across from your client are extremely violent—”

“They are not violent.”, you seethe.

“Oh, please. One of them broke my nose!”, Charlie shouts at you.

“AFTER you grabbed me and threatened me!”

“Okay!”, your lawyer reaches for your arm, leaning you back in your chair.

“The point is,” Bryan continues, “We have a case here to.”

“I guess we’ll see you in court than. As it stands a judge approved our filing and Dylan doesn’t have to go to his father’s unless his mother allows it until after we get this resolved.” Lidia sighs, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. “Now as for finalizing the divorce itself—”

“I’m not signing anything until this shit with my son is in order.”

Your lawyer’s eyes shift to his own. “I would advise him against that.”

“Oh, why? Is she getting married sometime soon?”

“Well gee, Charles. I guess I’m not like you. You started dating again before we even broke up!”

Your lawyer starts to gather her paperwork, motioning for you to stand. “I guess we’re done here then. Bryan, call me if he changes his mind which again, I highly recommend he does when it comes to finalizing and Dylan.” She pulls you as you both head out the door. Eddie immediately rises, following behind you both into the lobby and out in the parking lot.

“I’m sorry, honey.” She smiles as she leans in for a hug. “I was hoping we could at least get the divorce resolved today but…”, Lidia shakes her head. “I’ll call you later and we can talk about where we go from here and court dates, ok?”

“Thank you, Lid.” She rubs your arm reassuringly as she grins at Eddie and turns to head for her car.

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“Okay, so the boot transports them anywhere they want to go?”, Steve looks at Dylan as the boy nods. “But why? They have brooms, that fireplace thing, and a flying car.”

“The car doesn’t work, Steve.”

The sound of your son giggling immediately calms you down as you and Eddie walk through your apartment door. “Oh my god. How did you get Steve to sit down and watch Harry Potter?”

“Hey mom! Hi Eddie. I asked him nicely.”

“Never works for me.” Eddie playfully rolls his eyes.

“When have you ever asked me nicely for anything?”

“That’s fair.” The metalhead chuckles as his eyes watch you walk towards your fridge, grab a beer, and plop your body down on a chair in the living room. He and Steve have a silent conversation with their faces. “Sooo… who else is hungry because I am starving.”

“I could eat.”

Eddie jumps overdramatically. “Sorry, Princess. You got too excited there. Startled me out of my skin.”

Dylan laughs as you scrunch your nose and smile. “Can we go to the pizza place that has the indoor playground?” When you nod your head, he jumps up, and runs in his room to get his shoes.

“You okay?”, Steve’s concerned eyes scan over you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to go change into something more comfortable.” Your words didn’t match your tone and they knew it. What were you going to do though? You felt like you couldn’t afford to not be ok right now.

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“Can I go play?”

“Nope, you have to sit with the adults and talk about… I don’t know…taxes.”

Dylan narrows his eyes at you as he makes a funny pouty face with his lips.

“Yup because that’s all adults do is talk about taxes.” Eddie makes a ridiculous face at you as well, laughing at your comment.

“Yes, my angel. Go play.” You watch him as he shuffles out of the booth and makes his way towards the outside playground.

“I heard the douchebag was in full asshole mode today.” Your eyes shift towards Steve before landing on Eddie.

“I thought those rooms were soundproof.”

“To a point, Sweetheart. Even if he wasn’t shouting at you, his body language didn’t really radiate calm.”

You fold your arms across your chest feeling that mask you put up for your son start to disappear. “I just want this to be over.”, you whisper.

Steve slides out from his side of the table and comes to sit beside you, wrapping his arm around your grumbling frame.

“What was his excuse this time?”

“He won’t sign anything until ‘this matter with Dylan is taken care of.”

Eddie scoffs, folding his own arms as he leaned back in the booth. “What the fuck? It’s not like he cares. He never shows up for his weekends. He doesn’t pay child support. I don’t get it!”

“Munson…” Steve reaches his other arm out to try and calm his friend down.

“It just pisses me off, Harrington. The least he could do is let her go. Couldn’t even do that when they were married. That’s why he cowardly went behind her back with what’s her name.”

“Eddie!” Steve’s stern voice startled you both. “Come on, dude. Not right now.”, his tone came out much softer as he eyes gestured towards you.

Eddie reached across the table for your hand and when you placed it in his he tenderly kissed the back of it. “I’m sorry. It just makes me angry. You both don’t deserve the hell he puts you through.”

“What I don’t understand is what case does he even have to think he can win in court?”, Steve asked.

You pulled out of his embrace so you could look at them both. “He’s, uh, arguing that my home environment isn’t safe for Dylan.” They genuinely laugh.

“That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.”

“For real. Good luck proving that.” Eddie takes a swig of the beer in front of him.

“He does have pictures… of a broken nose and busted lip after leaving my apartment.

It feels as if all the air has exited the room. Your gaze shifts between them as they come to the realization of what you were saying.

“He was hurting you.” Steve looks down at the table. “I don’t regret it but—”

“We would regret if that was the reason you lost your son.”, Eddie finished for him.

You let out a small laugh trying to lighten the conversation. “Hey, uh, he also said he didn’t need to sign the divorce papers anytime soon because I’m not getting married.” Eddie smiles as Steve chuckles under his breath. “What would that even look like? Would my name be hyphened? Y/N Harrington-Munson?”

“Pfft. Munson- Harrington flows better.”

You look down at your hands nervously. “I know there’s a lot going on so we don’t have to talk about this now but I was thinking, maybe, we could look into getting you guys some kind of legal rights for him. I mean I know we can’t technically get married or I don’t even know but I know you love Dylan and he loves you. If anything ever happened to me I would want him to be with you two.”

When you finally look up, you notice they are both beaming at you with wide smiles. “I think that was both the cutest and sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Eddie giggles as he looks at Steve.

“Definitely.” Steve pulls you to him, kissing your temple.

“Yeah, yeah. We would also have to talk to the kid but—”

“Talk about what?”, Dylan skids into view as he reaches for his glass and chugs back the water inside.

“I said ‘the kid’. I didn’t say it was you. Ugh.” You make a face as you wipe the sweat from his forehead. You act like you’re going to wipe on Steve’s shoulder. He lightly grabs your wrist, bending out of the way. You son laughs as he climbs up next to Eddie.

“Are you done talking about Texas?”

“Taxes, dork. Yes, the adults are done talking about taxes.”

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Almost as if detecting the mood, a pretty bad storm hit Hawkins. The four of you made it home just as the first heavy drops started hit.

Eddie gripped Dylan’s shoulder, pulling him to his side. “Don’t be scared, dude.”

“I’m not scared. I’m not a baby!”

“Oh, well excuse me. Hold me then because I’m scared.” Your son laughed as he ran after you, following you into your room. You could hear Eddie giggling with Steve in the living room. “Did you see that? Kid just abandoned me.”

You hand Dylan some candles as you both come back out and set them around the room lighting them. There’s a loud crack of thunder before the lights flicker and shut off.

“Well, shit.” You smack Steve’s chest as you and Dylan settle down on the floor with his head opposite yours. “Um, what’s going on here?”

“This is something we do when the power is out.” You hand you son your phone and he turns on the flashlight, pointing it towards the ceiling. Steve and Eddie look up to see Dylan making shadow puppets with his hands.

“Pfft, amateurs.” Eddie lays down beside you while Steve plants himself next to Dylan, placing his feet up on the couch.

You guys laid like that for about an hour before your phone vibrated and Dylan was suddenly silent. He hands the phone to you and you saw Charlie’s name on the display. You head for your bedroom and close the door.

“Yes, Charlie?”

“I left a message with your lawyer. We’re going to meet again next week so I can sign the divorce papers.”

“Oh? What made you change your mind?”

“I asked Vivian to marry me.”

Your whole body froze and suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Are…are you fucking kidding me right now? What ever happened to ‘Not signing shit until everything with Dylan is in order’?!”

“Look, I know this may come as a shock and I know you’re a little jealous—”

“You selfish asshole. This isn’t about me or you. This is about our son. This is the shit I’m talking about! You put on this act like you fucking care but if it came down between you and him, you always choose yourself!”

He hung up on you and you threw your phone angrily into the bathroom against the wall. There was nothing you could do to stop them. The tears flooded out of your eyes as you fell to your knees.

You suddenly felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you on to a lap. “It’s ok. Everything’s ok, Princess.” Eddie rocked you back and forth in his arms as he held you to him.

After a while, you wipe your cheeks and rise to your feet. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? You think you can go back out there?” You nod as he pulls you in for a quick kiss. When you both head into the living room, both Steve and Dylan are giggling as they arm wrestle on the floor.

“Little Man, you can’t beat me.” You lean over and gently poke Steve side, tickling him, giving Dylan enough time to push his arm down. “Foul! Not fair.”

Your son scrunches his little noise at him. “But for real, mom. I would have won.”

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That night Dylan asked if the boys could put him to bed which you were absolutely fine with. They did their normal routine of him reading to them and occasionally he would ask them questions. You leaned against the outside wall listening in on their cute banter.

“Can I ask you guys something?”

“No. We only accept questions and comments in writing after 8pm.”, Eddie chuckles as Dylan smiles. “What’s up, Kid?”

“Can you two be my daddy?”

You became more alert, debating for a moment if you should go in there and save them.

“Wow, dude. That’s a big honor. Can we ask why you would pick us?”, Steve’s voice was soft and comforting.

“You guys play with me and hang out. You don’t yell at me. You don’t make my mom cry. That’s important. I’m tired of my dad making mommy sad.”

“Same here, Bud.”, Eddie’s voice slightly cracks as he clears his throat. “I think you’d have to talk to your mom but…”

“We do care about you.” Steve helps by finishing his sentence. “We love you and your mom.” Eddie nods affirming his answer.

Dylan smiles as he pushes himself down further into his covers. “I love you guys to.”

You smile to yourself, heading back into the living room to grab Eddie’s cigarettes from his jacket and heading out to sit on the patio.

The rain had calmed down and was now falling at a soothing rhythm. You lit a cigarette as you starred out beyond the complex in front of you.

“I’m going to start charging you, ma’am.” Eddie smiles as he sits in the chair next to you, taking a cigarette out for himself. Steve followed outside behind him, taking the remaining chair. Eddie offers him a cigarette as well but he declines.

“So, what happened today?”

“Charlie proposed to Vivian.” You continue to stare straight ahead, unable to meet their eyes. Steve sighs as Eddie sarcastically laughs.

“Let me guess. Now he’s ready to sign the divorce papers.”, Steve shakes his head in disgust.

“So much for his ‘not until we get this thing with Dylan resolved’ proclamation.”, Eddie huffs as smoke leaves his lips.

Their heads turn towards you when they hear you sniffle. Steve gets up to kneel in front of you as Eddie scoots his chair closer. “Honey—”

“How do I explain that to my son? Not the part about him changing his mind on the papers but how do I tell him his father can’t make time for him but can for this bitch enough to get fucking married.”

“Well, I would probably remove the words ‘bitch’ and ‘fucking’.”

You giggle at Eddie as you run your sleeve under your eyes. “No you wouldn’t.” Steve’s hands rub your legs trying to comfort you. “I heard what Dylan asked you. I’m glad he feels that way. Even though I wish his actual father wasn’t a jackass.”

Steve rises and lifts you out of the chair, throwing you over his shoulder as he brings you back into the apartment.

“Steve!”, you laugh at him, trying to keep your voice low so you don’t wake up Dylan. Eddie smiles as he follows behind his friend through your home and into their own.

“You, baby, have had an extremely stressful fucking day and as your boyfriends it is our duty to alleviate some of that stress.” He playfully tosses you onto his bed. “And we want you to make as much noise as possible with no restrictions.”

Eddie hurls his body beside yours but Steve quickly grabs his arms and whispers something in his ear. The metalheads grin grows as he shifts closer to the bottom of the mattress by your legs while his roommate lifts you up slightly to get behind you, pulling your back to his chest as he leans against his headboard.

“Guys!” You chuckle at their earnestness as they work together to remove your clothes until your completely naked before them.

“Look, sweetheart. Steve is right. As your men this is what we have to do. We don’t make the rules.”

You suck your bottom lip through your teeth, trying to control your grin. Steve’s arms suddenly appear in front of you; one rests across your chest while the other glides between your legs. His fingers gently open your pussy lips, displaying your sex to the boy in front of you.

Eddie’s tongue runs along his lips as his eyes take you in. He hastily removes his shirt before settling himself closer to you between your legs. You whimper at the feeling of his warm breath against you.

His mouth absorbs your clit, sucking the nub between his lips as the echoes of the sound filled the room. Steve’s own mouth descended to suck and nibble on your neck causing you to reach up and run your fingers through his soft hair.

You began bucking your hips forward, desperate to reach that high. As the coil began to wind, your eyes rolled back as you felt Steve massive palm cover one of your breasts, kneading it in his hand. Your legs began to shake and Eddie’s hands flew to your thighs, holding them open as the tether broke within your belly.

You expected Eddie to stop after he helped you through your climax but he continued his assault in your cunt. He flicked his tongue quickly in and out of your entrance as Steve’s fingers reach to move circles rapidly against your swollen nub. His other hand slides up to your throat, turning your head to face him.

“Come on, honey. You and I both know Eddie could live between your legs if he could. Tasting you repeatedly as you cum. Can you cum again for him?” Steve kisses your upper lip as your mouth falls open in moan. Your hands cling to his arm as you feel your body running towards that ledge. “There you go, baby. Come on. Don’t hold back.”

His fingers on your neck gently tip your head back on to his shoulder. Your thighs try to close themselves but Eddie’s grip on them tightens as he pushes his mouth deeper into you.

“Fuuck. Oh my god.” Your body shutters against them as your second climax hits you. Neither of them lets up their relentless pace. “Please. I can’t…”

Steve teeth graze your ear lobe. “Yes, you can, Y/N. I know you can. Give us one more. Be a good girl, baby, and give us one more.”

Eddie replaces his mouth with his fingers as he pushes two of them inside of dripping entrance. He crawls up to you as Steve lifts your head to face his. Your forehead lazily connects with the boy in front of you. “One more, Princess. Cum on more time and we’ll let your pussy rest. God, you are so fucking tight right now.”

You let out an exasperated giggle when you feel the other boy’s cock twitch in his pants against you. “I think…Steve can’t wait to find out.” Eddie’s eyes flick up to Steve’s as he grins.

“Yeah, well, Stevie boy has to wait. It’s about you right now.” He thrusts his fingers into you faster as he continues to urge you to cum.

“Eddie, please. Don’t stop.” You tilt your head to kiss his lips, tasting your sweetness on his tongue.

“I may need your help, Harrington.”

Without needing more information, both of Steve’s hands grip your thighs to hold them open. Eddie’s thumb replaces the boy’s fingers on your clit as he pumps into you with purpose.

You bury your face in Steve’s neck as you shout Eddie’s name repeatedly feeling that wave crash against you as you cum. They kiss any part of your body they can reach as you slowly come down. “Please…I need…”

“No, baby you did good.” Steve scoots out from behind you as you fall back against the headboard. His hand quickly shoots out to grab your head before it makes contact with the wood. “Whoa. Careful.” He chuckles, smiling over at you as you throw a drunken grin back.

You watch them with hooded eyes as they grin at each other, removing the others clothes. Eddie climbed on Steve, leaning down to place passionate kisses on his lips. Steve’s fingers tangled in his hair as he held his mouth to his own before flipping Eddie over on to his back.

You slid your body down to press yourself against his side as his arm came around to pull your lips gently to his own. Steve’s mouth trailed down Eddie’s stomach before hovering just above the tip of his length, allowing a long line of spit to descend from his lips.

Eddie mewled into your kisses as Steve pumped his hand over his cock before taking him fully into his mouth. The boy’s lips chased yours when you moved your head to watch the display in front of you. You grinned watching Steve continue to utilize the advice you gave him before as he swirled his tongue around Eddie as his mouth moved.

“Fuuuck. He’s so fucking good at that.” Eddie panted into your shoulder as he left random kisses against your skin.

You crawl down towards Steve, delicately lifting his head to bring his lips to your own. “Can I?”

He nods, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “If you’re ready.” He moves out of your way as you straddle Eddie, reaching your hand down to guide him into your entrance.

His face contorts in pleasure as his mouth falls open. “Fucking… damn it!”

“What?”, Steve is on his knees next to you both. You bite your bottom lip as your head leans to the side on his shoulder, your hips slowly grinding forward.

Eddie tries to look over at Steve but it’s hard for him to keep his eyes open. “We thought…she was…fuck…Jesus Harrington. We thought she was tight before?” He aggressively shakes his head as he moans.

Steve chuckles as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Do you think you can take me to?”

Eddie arches his neck to the side as he feels your pussy flutter at the other boy’s question.

He grins, kissing your lips before taking his place behind you. With his hand on your back, he gently pushes you forward. You support yourself up on your hands as you look lovingly down at the man under you. Steve’s palm remains on your lower back as he uses his other to guide himself into your ass. Your hips stop moving as Eddie takes over thrusting himself up into you.

You feel the hand on your spine slide down, coming between your legs to circle your clit and you can’t help but shout Steve’s name as his cock bottoms out inside you.

The feeling of them both inside of you was always overwhelming at first but a welcome sensation. As they both hit a steady rhythm you can feel everything wipe from your brain except for the intense pleasure of them stretching you out.

Eddie clung to your hips as he pushed into you faster until you suddenly felt him sputter beneath you and with a few more sloppy thrusts he came underneath you.

Steve laid himself flat onto your back, pushing him deeper inside of you making you whimper.

“Are you ok? It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He moved your hair to the side as he murmured into your ear.

Your forehead was leaning on Eddie’s sweaty chest as his hand reached up to pet your head. “No…it doesn’t hurt. Oh my god. Can you…?”

“Can I wait, baby?”

“Can you go harder?”

Steve’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you up so you were against his chest. You and Eddie groaned as his cock slid out from between your legs. Steve’s arms held you tightly as he smacked his hips against yours. His lips came down to suck on your neck as your nails dug into his arms. Your arm flew behind him and tangled in his soft hair as your body trembled against his. Steve grunted into your ear as he rode you through your high while chasing his own.

When his arms released you to hold your waist, you fell forward, collapsing on Eddie’s tummy. Steve toppled on to your back as he came inside of you. You felt his humid breath panting against your skin.

“I love you both but you’re kind of crushing me.”, Eddie whines causing Steve to chuckle as he rolls to the side. You crawled further up him, resting your head under his chin as one of your other hands found a home on the other man’s hairy chest.

“Do you want to shower real quick before we go back over to your place?”

You shake your head. “Too tired.”

The bed shifts as Steve rises to pull on some shorts and a white undershirt. You listen to him move around as he heads for the bathroom. You roll off of Eddie on to your back prepared for the routine that’s about to follow. Eddie huffs as a pile of clothes smack his face.

A small hiss leaves your mouth as Steve reaches between your legs to clean you. You laugh as fabric lands on your face and you feel the bed beside you dip as Eddie sits up to pull on his sweatpants.

You open your eyes as he tugs the shorts and shirt off your head, smiling over at him. Steve playfully rolls you around like a ragdoll, helping you get dressed.

Your smile disappeared as a thought popped into your head.

“I have an idea.”

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You glance through the glass partition at the boys waiting anxiously in their chairs. Steve’s eyes were darting everywhere, prepared for anything. Eddie’s legs were crossed but his foot was bouncing continuously. Their eyes met yours and you flashed them a small smile that they returned.

“Why are they here? Am I supposed to be scared or something?”, Charlie scoffed.

You pushed down the urge to respond sarcastically. After talking with your lawyer, she thought it best that she does all the talking which you were fine with.

“So, Bryan, I understand your client has decided to finalize the divorce?”

“He has.”

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with him suddenly being engaged, would it?”

“I don’t see that how that matters, Lidia.” Your lawyer responded with a sassy hm as she started pulling papers out of her briefcase.

“Well, Y/N and I are happy he’s finally changed his mind. We do however have one stipulation.”

Charlie laughed as his lawyer smiled at yours. “And that would be?”

“My client will sign the divorce papers if yours will sign the documents giving sole custody of the child to her.”

When your eyes met your exes, they were full of fury. “You bitch.” He rose to his feet and so did Eddie and Steve behind him.

His lawyer grabs his arm. “Can we have a minute, ladies? Please.”

“Take all the time you need.”

As you both walk out of the room, you hear Charlie’s heated voice. “Who the fuck does she think she is?”

“We can still fight this, Charlie. You don’t have to sign. We can keep our orig—” The doors cut them off as it closes.

“What’s happening?”, Steve’s look shifts between you and Lidia.

“Well, he took it about as good as to be expected.” Her hand rubbed your back. “You’re doing the right thing. Honestly, the fact that he didn’t completely shut down the offer outright is extremely telling.” She chuckles to herself as she glances at Eddie, dancing on the balls of his feet.

“You okay over there? You’re not on the run, are you?”

He grins in her direction. “Not a fan of this.” Eddie gestures around the building. “Reminds me of my dad.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around him.

“You don’t have to keep coming with me, you know?”, your voice is muffled in his chest.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Whatever keeps you and Kid safe and comfortable.”

Steve patted his back as Lidia exhaled a happy sigh. “Aw I love these guys. Edward are you single?”

“Ah, no ma’am but if I ever am…”, Eddie smiles playfully.

She raises her eyebrows coyly at Steve.

“Sorry, Lidia. I’m taken to.”

She jokingly snaps her fingers. “Oh, oh! Ok, here we go. Put your game face on.” Lidia pushes your back towards the door as you both come back in and take a seat.

Charlie’s lawyer looks completely worn out. “We…Charlie has decided to accept the offer.”

Neither of you can look at each other as you start signing papers. You watch his hands sign line after line numbly.

“Good. Um, Lidia, I will call you and we can discuss meetings for the new schedule as well as get a set time to reconvene about the visitation further down the line.”

Lidia nods as she starts gathering the paperwork in front of her.

“Not like she cares.”, Charlie snaps in your direction.

“I do care. I don’t want this to be permanent.” He scoffs as he starts to get up from his chair. “I really don’t! Everything I’m doing here is for our son.”

“Yeah, sure.” Charlie stomps out of the room and to your lawyers dismay you follow after him. Steve tries to grab your arm but you pull it away.

“Fight me then! Take me to court and fight for him.” You run in front of him, blocking him with your body. “Fight for him. Fight to keep the joint custody. Think about it. If you won, he could go to your wedding. He could be there for the holidays. Dylan has a talent show next month that you could come see. All you would have to do is be there.” Charlie’s eyes scanned yours as you spoke.

There was a split second where you thought for a moment you had gotten through to him. He side steps around you and out the front door. Bryan follows him, stopping to give you a sullen look.

“Are you ok, honey?” Lidia comes up to your side and grabs your hand.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. We got what we wanted, right?” You don’t wait for answer as you walk out the door and head for Steve’s car.

You hear shoes crunching quickly against the gravel behind you as a strong hand reaches for your arm. Steve pulls you to him, holding your head to his chest. You try and push him away, hitting your small hands against him but it doesn’t work. His cheek rests in your hair as your arms loop around him, clinging to him. Suddenly, you feel another set of arms wrap around your waist as Eddie leans against your back. They hold you to them as the tears begin to flow.

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Good Neighbors Part 7 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: "Hi friend! Idk if ur taking requests but i had this thought for your neighbors fic. What if reader is either really fucking stressed out or just one day not wanting to fuck both of them so she either asks or it just happens where she makes "love" to eddie. Like its sweet and gentle but steve happens to see and notices the difference but eddie and reader assure him it was a 1 time thing. Maybe the following week she makes "love" to steve a day when hes really stressed out. Again just a thought i had. ☺️ -Anon" This request came at a perfect time because I had started writing one thing but then got stuck so THANK YOU FRIEND! I hope this does your request justice :)

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Charlie is a big dick in this one. He does threaten the reader and snap at Dylan but protective Steddie is there <3

Word Count: 4709

Dylan hops down from his father’s truck and slams the door. His tiny eyebrows furrow together as he pouts, walking past you, and up the stairs to your apartment without saying a word.

“He’s got an attitude today.” Charlie whines as he gestures towards him.

“What happened?”

“Why do you assume something happened? He’s just being a pain in the ass.”

“Because this,” you point towards your home, “is not normal behavior for him. Not when he’s with me at least.” Charlie rolls his eyes as he turns to open his car door. “Has your lawyer talked to you yet?”

He pauses, turning back to face you. “No? Why?”

You swallow, preparing for his reaction. “My lawyer and I submitted a request for sole custody.”

Charlie chuckles under his breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You don’t follow the schedule and every time it breaks his heart. I’m not going to allow you to hurt that little boy anymore.”

“He’s my son.”, he growls.

“You always get so upset when we have this conversation but you never act like you care when it’s your time. You bailed on him your last weekend, he went to the hospital and you didn’t even answer your phone! Now he comes back like this? I just—”

He reaches out abruptly, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest. “I’m not going to let you take him from me. I don’t care what I have to do.”

You try and pull yourself from his grasp but he just grips you tighter. “Let me go, Charlie.”

“Do you really think this is something you can win? I’m in a house, have a steady job, stable relationship.” You scoff as you keep trying to wiggle free. “What do you have? I’ll give you one chance to correct your mistake. If you don’t, I swear to God, Y/N, I will make you regret it.”

It happened almost in the blink of an eye. One moment your ex is threating you and the next he’s on the concrete, bleeding from his nose with Eddie in front of you.

Charlie tries to rise to his feet but Eddie pushes him back down with his boot. “You better count your blessings that my friend is at work because if he saw you grabbing her like that? Whew, now that’s something to regret.” He reaches down and lifts your ex up by his collar to his feet, shoving him towards his truck. “Now I can’t guarantee he still won’t beat your ass so if I were you, I would leave.”

You both watch him as he climbs clumsily into his car and skids out of the parking lot. Eddie turns around as soon as he’s out of sight immediately checking on you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m ok. What made you come down here?”

“You son stormed into the apartment without saying hi like he usually does and then you weren’t with him.”

“Eddie, you can’t tell Steve.” He looks at you like you just told him the sky was purple. “Seriously. He will be pissed.”

“Yeah, he will. Come on, let’s not worry about that right now.”

When you and Eddie entered your apartment, you found Dylan in his room. He was laying on his side on his bed holding one of his stuffed animals. You gently curled up behind him, moving his hair out of his face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his tiny head. “Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone?” Again, he said no, but he rolled over, encircling his arms around you. “I love you.”

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After Dylan goes to bed that night, you search for Eddie to find he isn’t still in the apartment. When you open their door, you hear music coming from his room. You find the metalhead sitting on his bed, cigarette in his mouth as he strums his guitar.

“Hey Sweetheart. Kid okay?”

“Yeah, he said his dad left him at his grandmothers all weekend and yelled at him not to tell me.” You huff under your breath as you sit beside him, stealing the cigarette from his lips as you inhale the smoke. “You didn’t have to leave.”

“I know. I just thought he would prefer being alone with his mom.”

“Ow.” You flinch as Eddie accidently bumps your arm with the guitar.

“Oh my god…” You glance down to see what Eddie’s looking at. Your arm where Charlie had grabbed you was turning a nice shade of purple where his fingers had pressed into your skin.

Eddie takes a picture of it with his phone before exiting his room and coming back with an ice pack.

“I didn’t realize he grabbed me that hard.”

“Has he ever done anything like this before?”, Eddie asks as he gently holds the pack to your arm.

“It’s rare but yeah. It’s his go to intimidation tactic if being in your personal space doesn’t work. His stepfather used to do it to him.”

“Has he ever…?”

“No! God, no. I would kill him if he ever did anything like that to Dylan.”

You saw that sad look in his eyes that broke your heart. You leaned over placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie silently nods. ““What did you want when you were his age? Did you want your dad around?”

Eddie leans back as he lets out a long, deep exhale. “Honestly? I just wanted my dad leave me alone.”

“What if someone had come into your life and said ‘Come with me. I’m going to take you away and you’ll be happy but you just won’t see your dad as much if at all’?”

“Well, Sweetheart, that did happen for me.”

You felt extremely stupid all of the sudden. Eddie had told you that before and you two had talked about it many times. About how he went to live with his uncle after his dad was sent to prison but you never made that connection to your own situation. Yeah, Charlie wasn’t out stealing cars or doing other crimes but he was fairly absent for most of Dylan’s life. He never really seemed to care until his back was against the wall and you challenged him.

Eddie smiled, placing his palm on top of your hand. “Do you remember what I said to you that one night on the steps out here? Steve and I never had a mom like you. You care about Dylan and his well-being. My life got better after my dad was out of it but I do wish my mother had done more. If you think it’s in his best interest to be away from his dad for right now then it is what it is, you know?”

“I hate that you had to experience that.”

Your hand reaches out to bring his mouth to yours again and this time Eddie deepens it, sliding his tongue past your teeth to reach your own. He leans back against his pillows bringing you with him as you straddle his waist. You reach down hastily pulling at his belt buckle and unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down as his cock springs free.

He rolls you over on to your back and dips his fingers into your waistband, pulling your pants with your panties down your legs. Eddie’s lips trailed up your body pausing at your stomach as he lifted your shirt over your head. Your fingers reached up and grazed over his tattoos.

He grins as he reaches your hand tenderly kissing your fingertips before throwing your arm over his shoulder. You giggle as you wrap the other one over his shoulder and around his neck. Your pussy flutters as you watch Eddie spit in his hand, reaching down to pump his cock a few times before guiding himself into your entrance.

His head fell into the nook of your neck as he started trusting into you. It was at that moment that you realized this was probably the third time in your relationship with the two of them that Eddie was in front of you, not behind you. You had honestly never thought about it was just how they both usually ended up.

You gently pull at his hair forcing him to lift his head. “I, mmmmm, I want to see your face. Please.” He swallowed down a moan as he nodded, eyes glancing over every part of your face.

You two were so entranced into each other you didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps stomp down the hall.

Eddie’s pace started to pick up as he thrust into you harder and deeper. You mouth opened as you silently moaned, arching your back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You smile as your hooded eyes become harder to keep open. Wrapping your legs around his waist you push him further into you till he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “I’m…I’m going to cum.”

You pressed your forehead into his as the coil in your belly snapped and you repeated his name against his lips. Eddie’s body shivered above you as his hips sputtered and he released his seed inside of you. You softly pressed your lips to his.

“You look so good when you cum. I love you.”

He smiles as he continues to pant, trying to catch his breath. “I love you to.”

Steve’s throat clears, startling you both. You grab your chest as Eddie rolls on to his back. “Jesus Christ! I’m buy you both bells to wear so I can hear you coming.” You and Eddie laugh but Steve just stands there leaning against the doorframe looking over you and his friend.

“How’s Dylan? Eddie told me what happened.”

You glare at Eddie as he lights a cigarette. “Traitor.”

“What? He has a right to know.”

“He’s okay. Still upset but better than when he came home.”

He strides over and looks at your arm. “Charlie do that to you?”

You reach for his hand but he pulls it away. “Um, yeah. Eddie took a picture for my lawyer.”

“Oh, it looks like Eddie did a lot more than that.”

You and the other boy turn to look at Steve. Eddie scoffs as he climbs out of bed and into his bathroom, shutting the door.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” He folds his arms across his chest defensively. “No. Don’t shut down and turn into my seven-year-old. Talk to me.”

He points to the bed. “How many times has that happened?”

“This is the first time. We were talking about Charlie and Eddie’s dad… it just kind of…” You look up at him as his eyes boar down into yours. “Does it bother you?”

He exhales deeply as his chest rises and falls. “No.”

“Tell that to your face.” Eddie comes out of the bathroom wearing a new pair of boxers.

Steve scowls in his roommate’s direction as he turns on his heels, heading for his room, and slamming the door. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder as Eddie hands you your pants and what you recognize as one of Steve’s t-shirts.

“Do you want me to walk you back to your apartment?” You glance at Steve’s door. “It’s best to leave him alone when he gets like this.” You quickly put on the clothes that are given to you, heading for the door. You give Eddie a hug and he kisses the top of your head.

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For the next couple of days everything is quiet; too quiet. You text both boys but Steve never replies. Eddie’s been swapped at work, picking up extra hours where he can. When he comes home he’s exhausted. You cook meals for them and Dylan but Steve never comes home before your in bed. Eddie promises to save him some, leaving leftovers in the fridge.

“Mommy. Can we rent a movie tonight?”

You were on your way home that Friday evening after picking up Dylan from school. “Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“No not rent from the tv. Can we go to Steve’s store?”

Your heart cracked at his request. “Yeah, baby. We can go to Family Video.”

He claps his hands in the backseat. “I miss him. We haven’t seen him in forever!”

You blink back the tears that try to push their way through. “I miss him to.”

The little bell above the door rings as you both walk through the store’s entrance. Steve is behind the counter leaning against it as he watches a movie on the tv. Dylan calls his name and his head whips in his direction.

“Hey dude!” He meets your son halfway, lifting him in his arms.

A pretty girl comes up beside Steve and shakes Dylan’s foot. “Who’s this?”

“This is the little man that lives across from me.”

“Ooooh.” She extends her hand to Dylan, who reaches out and shakes it. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Robin.” She turns to face you. “Which would make you Y/N.”

You smile at her as you shake her hand as well. “Yeah, weirdo here said he wanted to rent a movie tonight.”

“Hey, we got some new kids movies in. You want to see?”

Dylan giggles as he takes Robin’s hand and they walk towards the other end of the store. Steve clears his throat as he walks past you, heading back towards his place behind the counter. You quickly grab his arm.

“Steve. Please. We miss you. I miss you. You know I hate when you act like I don’t exist.” You look down at your shoes. “I swear Eddie and I… that’s the first time we’ve ever done anything without you there.”

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?!”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try.” You watch him as his body stiffens and he crosses his arms again, shielding himself. “Steve, please. I don’t understand. It’s not fair to me or Eddie. Just tell me what you’re feeling. Talk to me—”

“You’ve never looked at me the way you looked at him!”

Steve looked around, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards the backroom. “Robin, can you keep an eye on him for a minute?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Steve, what are you talking about? I love you both.” The words come out of your mouth before he even shuts the door. “I love you as much as I love Eddie.”

“I watched you two. The way you moan, touched him, spoke to him…it was different than when you know I’m there.”

“Baby…” You reach out and caress his cheek. “What time do you get off?”

Steve looks at his watch. “About thirty minutes. Why?”

“Eddie’s spending time with Wayne tonight. You can come over and have dinner with us. After Dylan goes to bed, you and I can talk. Maybe get some alone time.”

He smirks slightly as a heavy sigh leaves his body. You wrap your arms around him, inhaling his cologne. “I missed you so much.”

You feel his own arms wind around you as his fingers come up to tangle in your hair, pressing your head to his chest. “I missed you to.”

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“Hey daddy.”

You freeze at the top of the stairs outside your apartment. Charlie is leaning against the wall with papers in his hand. He looks furious. You cautiously walk towards the front door, opening it, and gently pushing Dylan inside.

You paint what you hope is a believable smile on your face. “Hey, why don’t you go change and get ready for dinner while I talk to your dad.”

He looks between the both of you. “Mom…”

“Hey! You heard her! Get inside!” Dylan jumped as Charlie snapped at him. You reach out and reassuringly run your fingers in his hair down to his small cheeks. You ex reaches past you and slams the door shut.

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“I warned you. This?” He holds up the papers his lawyer had given him. “This was the worst mistake you ever made. You’ll be lucky if you see that kid once year if at all when I’m done with you.”

You straightened you back, trying to convey confidence. “Leave. Now.”

He moves forward backing you against the wall. “Or what? I know your neighbors aren’t here. Even if they were—”

“You’d run like the little bitch that you are?”

Charlie’s hand flies past your face slamming violently into the surface behind you. You flinch as he chuckles. “Always bark but never any bite.”

You suddenly shove him with the intention of running into your apartment and locking the door but as you begin your sprint you smack into something hard. Steve steps around you, placing you behind him. You feel yourself shrink behind his back; thankful he was there.

“Leave. Now.” He echoed your previous words. His tone came out strong and authoritative.

Charlie made a move like he was going to punch him but he slid back out of the way returning his own punch that connected with your ex’s mouth. Steve tilted his head as he looked down at him. “I can see from your nose that my roommate already warned you once so I won’t bother doing it again.”

He reached down, lifting Charlie up by the arm, and threw him against the wall by the stairs. “I think it’s safe to say for the time being you are not allowed anywhere near Y/N or Dylan.”

“You can’t do that, Y/N. We have a court order.”

Steve moves his body so he’s blocking you from your ex’s field of view. “No, no. You’re talking to me now. Given the fact that you hurt her last time you were here and you haven’t spent any time with him in the last two weekends you had him… She’s within her rights.”

Charlie tried to push Steve off of him but Steve was stronger, connecting his fist again with his face. “Now your son is inside and if I know that kid he’s probably listening. That’s the only reason I’m not tearing you in half for putting your hands on his mother but that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow you to keep speaking to her the way you are. Now, say goodbye to Y/N nicely and get the fuck out of here.”

He spits blood in Steve’s direction and in return Steve slapped him causing Charlie to fall to the floor. Your protector backed away from him until he felt your hands lightly grip the back of his shirt. Your ex rose to his feet, collecting the paperwork that had been tossed aside in the chaos. He started to move towards the both of you but when Steve took a confident stride forward, Charlie turned and stomped down the stairs towards the parking lot.

Steve turned to face you and you fall into his chest, clinging to him. “Thank you.” You pull away from him quickly knowing you only have a short window of time. Reaching forward you zip up his jacket covering the blood that had landed there. Right as you were straightening up your own appearance the front door opened slowly.

“Mommy?”

“Hey Weirdo. Look who I found.” You point to Steve who smiles gently over at him.

His little eyes widen as he looks around. “Did Dad leave?”

“He did.” Steve walked over to him kneeling down to get on his level. “I came up when he was talking to your mom. He saw my hand and gasped, running away when I told him what happened!”

Dylan reaches for Steve’s blood-stained hand, inspecting it. “What did happen?”

“After you guys left the store, this HUGE creature came in and tried to take Robin! I had to fight him with only these two hands. I need Robin. I’m not going to run a store all by myself. Pfft.” You son giggles at his story.

“Mom has a kit. We can help!” Dylan pulls Steve inside your apartment as you follow closing the door behind you.

You disappear into your bathroom and come back with your first aid kit. You sit down at the table lifting Dylan on to it as Steve sits across from you. You gently clean the mess away before pouring some anti septic on a cotton ball and rubbing it against the cuts on his knuckles.

He jumps over dramatically, startling Dylan. “I’m just kidding.” He beams over at you as you flash him your trademark nose scrunch. As you start to wrap his hand in gauze, your son stops you.

“Mommy! Wait, you forgot.”

It takes you a minute before you realize what he’s talking about. “Oh honey, I don’t think that works for adults.” He looks at you with a pleading expression. You playfully roll your eyes as you bring the back of Steve’s hand to up lips, placing small kiss along his cuts.

“Happy?”

“Well, I’m glad Little Man mentioned it. I feel better already.” He winks at Dylan as your son turns to you giving you a cocky smile.

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After putting Dylan to bed, you retreat to your bedroom as you close the door, leaning against it.

“You okay?”, Steve asks from his place on your bed. You shake your head as you crawl in next him. He slides down so his head is on your pillow as you rest your own on his chest. “How much did he hear?”

“Pretty much everything until you showed up. He asked me if he had to go live with him. I told him no. Steve, he looked so relieved.” His lips delicately kissed your forehead as he held you tighter to him. You lifted your head, leaning down to connect your mouth to his.

“You and Eddie are fundamentally different—”

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about this tonight.” Steve starts to sit up but you push him back with your hand.

“Please? When it’s the three of us together I feel complete. I really do. You’re both so sweet, funny, fucking gorgeous,” he chuckles at your words. “So, when I notice a difference…I want to know more. Both your little quarks make you more beautiful to me. When Eddie was making love to me, I realized there had only been a handful of times he had been front of me. To finally really be able to focus on his face and his features… it felt like I was having sex with him for the first time.”

You trace your thumb over his lips. “I was going to suggest you and I get some time to ourselves but then everything happened—”

“I got mad.”, Steve interrupted. “I didn’t even give you guys a chance to talk to me.”

You nod your head flashing him a small smile. “Yeah. You’re a bit more ‘jump first, ask questions later’ kind of angry person.” He looks away guilty making your smile grow. “It’s ok. I can be that way to. Eddie’s more of a ‘I’m going to let my anger leak through with sass’. His is more annoying.” You both laugh.

Steve leans up, rolling you on to your back as his fingers softly glide over your body.

You bring his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold him to you. Usually, Steve’s kisses felt more determined and slightly hastened but as he kissed you now it was slower with an eager intensity as if he was tasting you for the first time and couldn’t get enough.

His hand drifted into the waistband of your shorts. As his mouth travelled along your jaw and down to your neck, his fingers pressed against your panty covered clit making you moan his name. You grab his hand before flipping him over onto his back as you straddle his waist.

You place tender kisses along his lips and neck until you reach the shell of his ear. “I missed you so much. I need to feel you.” Your hips start grinding against his. “Please, Steve. Make love to me.” The sound that left his mouth before he craned his neck to connect his lips with yours again was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

Steve threw off his shirt, tugging his pants and boxers off, and dropping them to the floor. You had only managed to remove your own shorts and panties before he was pulling you on top of him again. Reaching between your bodies, you took him in your hand, placing the tip at your entrance before slowly sliding yourself down on to his cock.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, watching his face as you felt him bottom out. His eyes were completely blown as his mouth opened in a silent “O”. Steve’s hands gripped your hips as you began bouncing on top of him. Pressing your forehead on to his, you whimpered above him as his hips thrust up to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning his name into the small kisses you placed on his lips.

Steve’s hands reached up to move your hair out of your face. “Hey. Look at me.” You opened your heavy eyes to his gorgeous smile. “There you go, baby. There are those beautiful eyes.” His thumbs gently grazed your cheeks as he pulled you down for another passionate kiss.

“Steve, I’m—” He nods his head, his nose brushing against yours as he feels your pussy tightening around him. “Will you cum with me?”

He leans himself up into a sitting position, placing his hands on your ass, guiding you as you cling your arms around him. You bury your face in his shoulder to silence moans as the ball in your stomach drops and you cum hard against him. Steve continues moving your hips until you hear him grunt in your neck as his arms wrap around you, filling you up as he releases.

He falls back against the pillow and you fall with him dropping to his side.

“I see what you mean now. It’s different but in a good way.” Steve rolls over to his side facing you.

“I like when it’s the three of us but I like this to.”

He leans over to kiss your forehead before twisting his back to grab your shorts off the floor. “There’s a kid in the apartment.” He winks at you as you giggle. Steve pulls on some shorts, turning off the lights as he crawls back into bed with you. You both laid there talking for a while when you heard your front door open and a couple of moments later so did your bedroom door.

“Oh my god. I am having a terrible influence on you people. Go to bed!” Eddie sneaks in and jumps into the bed behind you. You roll to face him and Steve automatically pushes himself closer to you being your big spoon.

“How did you know we were here?”

“Well Sweetheart I think I would have figured it out if I went to our apartment and no one was there.” You scrunch your nose and he boops it with his index finger. “Steve texted me. He also told me what happened.” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand inspecting it as if he can see through your first aid. “You ok?”

You nod your head. “Dylan was upset for a bit but he’s doing better.”

“What about you, Stevie? Are you okay?”

When Steve doesn’t answer, you turn to look at him only to find he’s fallen asleep. Eddie shakes his head as he laughs. “Man can fall asleep like that,” he snaps his fingers, “I swear.”

You smile over at him as gets under the covers and reaches out to hold the hand that isn’t currently holding Steves. “He’s ok. I can’t say the same for Charlie though.”

“Eh fuck him. We don’t care how he is.” You chuckle as he laughs with you. He watches your eye lids slowly close as sleep starts to take over. Eddie leans over, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before lying back and crashing himself. ########

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Good Neighbors Part 6 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you your Steddie crack...I mean content... for the week :). I love reading yawls reblogs and comments on this series lol it provides me much needed serotonin. I love you guys so much!

Warnings: Steddie dynamic and all that that implies (I regret nothing). Fluff in the beginning with readers kiddo <3

Word count: 3180

“Happy Birthday, Steve!” You, Eddie, and Dylan shout as he comes through the door.

“Oh wow. Hey!” You son runs into his arms as Steve lifts him up.

You hold up a cake in front of his face with lit candles. “Make a wish.” Dylan directs him as Steve pretends to think for a second before blowing them out.

“Great. We get Harrington spit.” You smack Eddie’s chest with the back of your hand. “Naw, I’m sure it’s fine. We’ll all inherit slick, shiny hair and a hairy chest.” Steve scowls at him as he sits on a stool by the counter.

“I made the cake! Right, mom?”

You reach up in their cabinets and pull down some plates. “Huh? Oh, yes. He made the entire thing by himself. Eddie and I did absolutely nothing.”, you answer in a playful monotone.

“Yup. Not a damn thing.” Eddie doubles down backing you up.

“Well, thanks, Little Man. I’m glad we got to hang out before you left to see your dad.”

Dylan looks down and moves the cake on his plate around with his fork. Steve sees you and Eddie exchange a glance. “Baby, why don’t you go get Steve his present you got him. I left it in Eddie’s room on the right.” He jumps down and runs down the hallway.

“Charlie cancelled. Said his work was sending him out of town. Of course, Vivian’s going with him.” Your jaw clenches as Steve reaches for your arm, pulling you to his side.

“Did you call your lawyer?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have to talk about that today. Today is your day.” You lean down to kiss his lips before you hear tiny feet scurry back towards the kitchen.

You lift Dylan on to the counter as he hands Steve his present. He quickly unwraps it and pulls out a small wood container. On the lid in green was his name painted across the top. The sides had drawn video boxes like the ones at Family Video.

“Did you make this?” Steve asks him and the boy nods, his mouth stuffed with cake. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

“You can put your watch and stuff in it! We did it at school for arts and crafts.” Steve ruffles his hair in his hand.

There’s a light knock on their door and Eddie gets up to open it.

“Hey Kierra.” You reach over to hug her as your son pounces on her from the counter.

“Hey Y/N. Ugh, weirdo! You’re getting too heavy. Hey Steve. Happy Birthday.”

He thanks her as she puts Dylan back on the ground. He runs into the living room to grab his backpack. “I see C-H-A-R-L-I-E bailed. Always a charmer, that one. Alright, so I will have him back around noon tomorrow?”

You nod giving him a big kiss before he waves at the other boys and leaves with your sister.

“He didn’t have to go. I’m sure we could have had fun with the four of us.” Steve rises from his chair, placing the plate in the sink.

“Yeah, but you see Eddie and I had a few ideas for the evening. One of them being that the three of us have never been on a real date. Now you two get changed. Eddie knows where we are going so he SHOULD know what’s appropriate. I will meet you in an hour.” You smile at them as you dance out the front door.

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“This is the fanciest fucking place I’ve ever been to.” Eddie looks up towards the Italian restaurant. Out of habit your hand raises to smack his arm but he reaches out grabbing your wrist without even looking, anticipating your move. “Hey, no kid tonight so I can say fuck all I want.”

“You guys didn’t have to do this, you know?” Steve was still looking over the outside of the restaurant.

Your eyes meet Eddies as he leans down to not so subtly whisper in your direction. “He doesn’t know how to accept good things he deserves.” He straightens up and walks over to Steve patting his shoulder. “You can thank Mr. Harrington for that one.”

“Eddie, stop.” You wrap your arms around Steve’s waist. “We know we didn’t have to but we wanted to.” You let him go as you head towards the front door of the building, your heels clacking along the way. “And if all else fails we can sell the kid to get our money back.”

They both laugh as Eddie runs ahead of you to open the door.

This definitely wasn’t a normal scene for the three of you. Steve would have been ok with cake and pizza. Eddie with a six pack of bottled beer and you putting on a movie Steve liked while you enjoyed the evening. But you guys did things like that on a normal basis. You and Eddie thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go on a nice date night out and try something new.

When you saw them in their suits before you left you knew it was the right choice. As always, they both looked delicious. You had no idea if they coordinated wearing the same style black suit or if it just happened but it worked. The did have different ties though that displayed their personalities. Steve’s was green where Eddie’s was red with a guitar on the bottom.

A couple of nights before, Dylan came with you to the mall to search for a dress that Steve might like. You tried on a few before you found the one you were currently wearing which made Dylan clap in the fitting room. It was a red spaghetti strap that hugged your curves down to a bit above your knee. You found some red heels that had buckles that wrapped around your ankles. Your hair was up in a tight ponytail that bounced from side to side as you walked.

The hostess led you three outside to a table on the terrace. The dinner was absolutely amazing and through the night your eyes struggled to keep focus on one boy at a time. They both looked so happy especially Steve.

“No one has ever done anything like this for you? Ever?”

He shakes his head as he leans back in his chair. “No. Usually I’m the one doing stuff like this.”

You glance at Eddie as he laughs. “Sweetheart, look at me. Who would want to bring me here?”

“I remember once on my dad’s birthday when I was like 7 or 8, we made him this big fancy dinner with a cake and everything.” Steve starts to chuckle. “He never even came home.”

Eddie leans back in his chair as well and chugs the rest of his glass. “Wayne, my uncle, I think he was the only one who actually celebrated my birthday. Growing up anyway. After Steve and I became friends…” They toast their empty glasses to each other, giggling. “Yeeeeeah, we’re going to need more of this.”

It was then that Steve realized how silent you were. He gently taps your foot with his. “What about you?”

“My parents were good about birthdays. Sometimes there would be fights because my dad got us something ‘boy’.” You roll your eyes. “Now Charlie on the other hand. No, forget it.”

“No, hey, I want to hear your story.”

“Steve, it’s your birthday. I shouldn’t be talking about my ex.”

“Hey. That’s right. It’s MY birthday and I want to hear what you were going to say.”

You sigh at his persistence. “No, we never did anything like this. On our first date, we went out of town to this biker bar. Someone spilled their drink on me AND he got punched in the face. In hindsight, I see the red flags.” You swig back the liquid in your glass. “Yeah, Eds, you’re right. We’re going to need more of this.”

“That’s another reason you hate her, isn’t it? Because he doesn’t do shit like that with her.” Eddie kicks Steve so hard under the table that the boy shouts in pain.

“Harrington! Oh my god. And I’m the one who needs to control his mouth.” You giggle at their interaction. “You keep this up and I’m going to tell her not to give you the other present we had planned tonight.”

Steve looks at you with wide eyes and you tilt you head playfully to confirm with Eddie. You get up from your chair and crawl into his lap, kissing his forehead. He presses you tightly to him, gliding his hand up and down your arm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my question.”

“It’s ok, babe. I know.”

Eddie stands from his seat. “Alright, let me go give these people your arm, Princess, and my leg and then we can get outta here.”

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Steve and Eddie are both laying on Eddie’s bed cackling like little kids as they shared a joint. Steve was in the middle as you laid on his other side, softly running your hand up and down is clothed chest while he had his arm wrapped around you playing with your hair.

“Seriously guys. I don’t think I can handle any more surprises.”

Eddie ignores Steve rolling to his side to look at you, gently reaching out to boop your nose.

“You still okay over there?”

You glide your hand into one of the openings of Steve’s shirt and rub his warm skin. “Excited.”

Eddie winks at you before leaning over to kiss your cheek and jumping off the bed.

“What? Wait, excited for what?”

Smiling at his confusion, you grab his cheek, bringing your lips to his. Steve slings his other arm over, holding your face as close to his as possible. His hips turn towards your but you reach down and push them back, undoing his belt with one hand.

“Ay hey!” Steve whines for second when he feels his pants and boxers being tugged down his legs aggressively.

“Eddie! I promise Steve. I’ll smack him if he gets too rough.” You lean up on your knees and swat the other boy’s now shirtless chest.

“I don’t mind rough.”

“Told you.” Eddie grabs your hips pretending to body slam you back on the bed. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down your body. “You see, Baby Girl. You forget. I’ve known this man since high school.” As you crawl away over Steve’s chest to his other side, Eddie grabs the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs along the way.

You unbutton the rest of Steve shirt, sliding it down his arms, and throwing to on the floor. You place a pillow under his head, sitting on your knees next him.

“For your birthday, Eddie and I thought we could make you feel good.” A moan leaves his lips as Eddie’s strong hand grips his cock and takes it in his warm awaiting mouth. You lean down and pull the metalhead’s long hair to one side. “Remember Eddie, he’s not exactly like you. The deeper the better. Right, Stevie?”

He licks his bottom lip as he nods. You gently guide his head lower on the other boy’s dick making him gag as spit falls from his mouth. The sound that leave’s Steve’s lips is obscene but you love it. You reach for his hand and glide his fingers through your folds.

“You feel that, baby? Fuck. I just love watching you two play.” Steve reaches his arm around to grab the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. When his lips connect with yours, he thrusts his fingers into your entrance as you whimper into his mouth. “Have you ever kissed him like you do me?” Steve shakes his head, grunting against your lips.

You call Eddie’s name but he is transfixed on his current task. Steve’s fingers slide out of you as you crawl to Eddie, grabbing his face with your hands, and lifting his forehead to yours. His hand continues to rub Steve as he leans in to suck on your neck. You pull both boys till their facing each other. Steve doesn’t give Eddie a moment to think as he grips his jaw bring his lips to his own.

You reached between your legs, circling your clit with your fingers. They kissed each other differently than they kissed you. There was almost a desperation behind it as if this moment had been brewing for many years. You watched as Steve reached down to take Eddie’s cock in his hands, matching the other man’s pace. You could watch them all night. They were so beautiful together.

Eddie’s head turned abruptly at the sound of your moan as Steve’s lips trailed down his neck. The long-haired boy reached for you as you climbed towards him on your knees. His lips pressed against yours as he thrust 2 fingers inside of you, pumping them hastily. The sound of what he was doing to you filled the room. Your body trembled as you came around him, gripping his neck to hold you steady.

When he pulled his fingers out, they were covered in your slick. Eddie smiled as he offered them to Steve who sucked on them eagerly.

“I’ll never get over how good you taste, Princess.”

Steve hums in approval. Eddie moves to the side, rises to his feet, and stands near the end of his bed. He reaches down pumping his cock casually as he waits for whatever happens next. You turn Steve’s head so his eyes lock with yours.

“We were thinking we would try something new and since it’s your day Eddie said you could choose.” You gently rub the tip of your nose against his own. “Do you want him inside of you or do you want to be inside of him?” Steve lets out a shaky sigh of pleasure making you smile.

“I want to fuck him. So fucking bad.”

Your smile grows as you make grabby hands at Eddie. He dives back on the bed, landing on you. His lips find yours quickly, moaning into them as he grinds his cock on the outside of your dripping pussy lips. You both groan as he breaches that barrier and slides easily into your entrance.

After a few slow pumps, he freezes when he feels Steve line himself up behind him. Your pussy clenches around him at the sound of Steve spitting him hand, stroking his cock. He delicately pushes his tip into the boy in front of him and you watch as Eddie’s mouth falls open. You reach up and caress his face as Steve slowly pushes himself further in.

“Eddie, baby, are you okay?” You murmur up to him but all he can do is nod. “Steve?”

His eyes shift to you, glassy and blown out, giving you a small nod as well. Your cunt flutters again at his reaction and Eddie growls as his head falls forward. You push his hair out of the way so you can see his face.

“How does it feel? Tell me, baby. I want to hear you.” Steve bottoms out but remains still waiting to hear Eddie answer you.

“It feels…so fucking good. I’ve never felt-mmmm- anything like this. Move, Harrington.”

Steve thrusts forward slowly, pushing Eddie forward into you, making you both moan.

He tries to set a steady pace but every time Eddie pumps into you he pushes himself back on Steve and this boy had no intention of moving slowly. His hips smacked against yours roughly and Steve finally gave in fully matching Eddie’s rapid rhythm. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch them but it’s difficult.

Steve leaned on top of Eddie’s back, pushing him deeper into you as he leaned over him to reach your lips. You could feel Eddie grunting into your neck. The sound mixed with him being pushed further into your pussy was almost too much. Your lips hovered over Steves, openly panting into his mouth as you came.

Steve wrapped him arms around Eddie’s chest, thrusting into him aggressively, both men chasing their own highs. Eddie felt it before you did. He leaned up on his arms, looking down at you with sweat glimmering against his skin.

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” You nod as his head comes down to rest against yours. “I can feel it. You’re so fucking tight with your pussy clinging to my cock. Do you want to cum with him?” Eddie reaches between your legs, circling your clit. Your arms cling around his neck as Steve’s hips begin to sputter and he collapses onto the boy in front of him as he cums inside of him. Watching the pleasure on his face as he climaxed was enough to drive you over the edge and you whimpered into Eddie’s shoulder as the coil snapped.

“Good girl. It’s ok. You’re ok. We’re here. God, you feel so good. Fuck.” Eddie whispered more praises in your ear as his own hips started to faulter. Steve pulled out of him falling on the bed watching you both with his hooded eyes, waiting for his friend to cum. It didn’t take him long after a couple more rough thrusts you felt him release his seed inside of you before dropping flat onto your body.

Eddie rolled onto his back and you reached down lazily to grab his hand, looping his fingers in with yours. You don’t know how long you were both laying but suddenly Steve’s voice broke through the silence.

“I made a bath.” Neither of you opened your eyes to address him.

“Steve, it’s your day. We should be making you a bath.”

“It’s after midnight. It is no longer my birthday.”

“Oh, well then our legs don’t work at the moment.” You giggle at Eddie’s comment and he starts chuckling with you. “I tried, Sweetheart. Holy hell!” Eddie gasped as Steve pulled him to his feet and threw him over his shoulder.

Amused, you followed after them. Steve placed him on his feet and pointed to the tub. “In. Now.” He hears your tiny laugh echo through the bathroom and he gives you a playfully look of warning. You hold up your hands in defeat and climb in front of Eddie, leaning back against his chest. Steve sat on the floor facing you two, trying to help get you clean.

He couldn’t help but smile at the image in front of him. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around your own as you hugged your body. Your head was leaning back on his shoulder with your face turned into his neck, his own face turned slightly towards yours. You both looked so content, at peace.

Your hand reaches out to touch Steve’s arm. “Did you have a good day?”

“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You smile as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Good. You deserve it. You both deserve to be celebrated.”

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Bestfriend Eddie giving you his favorite ring when you have to go out of town.

It’s only for a couple of weeks, but because the boy is so lovesick, he insists that you have a piece of him whoever you go- “think of it as a good luck charm, babe.”

Your cheeks heat under his warm gaze as he practically towers over you, standing so close. You’d miss him dearly- how could you not, but you’d promised him you’d call every night.

Your knees nearly buckle when he throws you a wink and you relent, accepting his offer. “O-okay, Eds,” you stammer, “although I think you should have something of mine, too.”

You remove one of your favorite earrings and place it into his palm, “you can hold onto this,” you grin, “I know you’ll take care of it.” You smile up at him, proudly sporting the ring he’d given to you.

He carefully cradles the diamond before closing his hand and safely tucking it away, giving you a long, bone-crushing hug and a kiss to your crown. “Of course I will, sweetheart.”

Two weeks later when he’s picking you up from the airport, he throws your bags in the van, and all but runs to pull you into him, when you stop him in his tracks.

A familiar glimmering stud shines brightly from his earlobe.

“Eds…did you go and get your ear pierced while I was away?!” You ask, tucking his hair to the side to get a better look.

“Well sort of… I did it myself. Just wanted to be able to take a piece of you with me everywhere, too.”

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The Lost Boys (1987)

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Good Neighbors Part 5 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you a cute Steddie story :)

Warning: No smut in this one. Just fluff <3

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Dylan laid curled up on your side in the hospital bed. Steve was sitting on the end by your feet shaking his leg anxiously as Eddie crashed in a chair behind you.

“Alright, Dylan Y/L/N?” The doctor came into the room looking through a chart before smiling warmly at you and your son. “What’s going on, Bud?”

Dylan coughs before he responds. “I don’t feel good.”

“You don’t feel good? Oh no.” The doctor sticks a thermometer under the boy’s tongue as he speaks to you. “What else has been going on besides the cough?”

“The cough has gotten worse. He’s been having some trouble catching his breath and then yesterday he caught the fever. This morning I went to check on him and his temperature was 104 so we rushed down here.” You cleared the phlegm from you own throat and Steve glanced at your worriedly.

“Hm. How have you been feeling?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just stress.” The thermometer beeps and he shoots the cover into the trash. He places a new one on and holds the device out to you.

“Humor me.”, he smiles. “It seems like the antibiotics we gave Dylan earlier are helping. His temp is now 102.” The thermometer beeps as he looks at the number. “And congratulations so is yours!” He chuckles as he starts making notes. “From the tests the nurse did it seems this young man got a good case of bronchitis so I’m going to send you home with some medication that will help. For both of you.” He looks at Steve. “If either of their fevers spike or if you notice he's just getting worse go ahead and bring them back here.”

The doctor grinned again and headed out to find the nurse to get your paperwork.

“I’m going to try his father again.” Eddie rubs his eyes as he grabs your phone from your purse and walks out the door.

Steve gently rubs your leg. “I told you you were sick.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Thank you for coming with us. Both of you.”

“Still no answer. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” Eddie places your phone on the bed.

“Mommy, I want to go home.” Dylan starts to whine into your chest.

“I know, weirdo. We’re almost done.” You stroke his hair absently.

Suddenly he disconnects from your side and crawls over to Steve, climbing onto his lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him as he rests his head on his shoulder. Steve lifts the boy to get a better grip and rubs his back comfortingly.

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By the time you four got home you were completely wiped out. Eddie carried Dylan while Steve carried you up to your apartment and into your bed. As soon as he placed your son down the boy immediately wrapped his arms around your body, clinging to you.

“Hey. Before you crash take this.” Steve hands you a glass of water and one of the antibiotics.

You shake your head. “Too tired.”

“Yeah, but Dylan took his like a big boy. You have to be a big girl.”

You giggle at him. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“I know. It’s one of the reasons you like me. Now here.”

You take the pill and gulp down the entire glass he hands you.

The next couple of days are extremely rough. It took a while for Dylan’s fever to break and he hated the inhaler the doctor prescribed. For you the medicine brought up all the phlegm making you nauseas and with that and the fever the room always felt like it was spinning.

One morning you woke up crying because you just wanted it to be over. Eddie flew to your side, holding you to his chest. “It’s ok, baby. I know it sucks. You’re almost through it. You both are. We’re right here.”

A couple of days in, banging on your door startled you awake. You heard the door open and Steve raising his voice. You shuffled out of bed and leaned against your doorframe.

“She called you two days ago when he was at the ER. You can’t just show up whenever you feel like it.”

“I’m sorry who the fuck are you to be telling me anything when it comes to my son?!”

“Why didn’t you answer?” You slurred as you stalked towards the front door.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Are you ok?” Charlie looks at you with concern.

Eddie tries to stop you from moving forward but you feebly push him away. “Why. Didn’t. You. Answer? He was scared. He was asking for his father. These two,” you gesture to your boys, “they were here no questions asked. They are more of parent to him than you will ever be, you fucking dick.”

Charlie starts to respond but you stop him raising your hand in the air. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard it all before and this time I will gladly see you in court. Steve?” Steve grins at your ex as he slams the door in his face.

“Um, someone catch me.” Your knees start to buckle as Eddie catches you before you hit the floor. “Eddie, I think I’m going to be sick.” He carries you to the bathroom and you lean over the toilet as he holds your hair back in a ponytail.

You hear the bath water turn on and look up lazily to see Steve near the bathtub. Eddie gently removes your sleepwear before Steve delicately lifts you, placing you in the water.

“Fuck! It’s too cold!”

“I know. It’s as warm as I can make it. You still have a fever.”

You whine as you turn and place your cheek on the edge looking over at both of them with glassy eyes. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the tile floor against the wall.

“I love you.” Both heads shot up to look in your direction. “I do. I’ve never had people in my life like you two before. All the men I’ve ever dated have been selfish assholes. I don’t know why I thought Charlie was different. Maybe I didn’t. I just wanted everything to work for Dylan.” You glance back at them to find them watching you intently. “You don’t have to say anything or tell me you love me to. I just wanted you to know.” You exhale deeply as your heavy eyes close.

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Four long days and nights later, Dylan’s personality started to shine through and you both felt like you could breathe. You opened your eyes that morning and were met with your son’s beautiful brown ones.

“Hi.” He whispers and you whisper it back. He smiles as he points behind you. You quietly roll over and see the boys passed out on the floor. Steve is leaning against the bedroom wall with his head back and mouth wide open. Eddie is on his back with one arm slung behind his head, snoring lightly.

“I think we wore them out.” Dylan giggles at your remark making you want to cry. You missed that sound. “Hey, I have an idea. We should do something nice for them. What do you think?”

He nods enthusiastically as you both whisper your secret plan.

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That following weekend the boys hear a tiny knock on their door. Steve opens it to find Dylan in a tiny suit. “Hey Eddie! Come look at this.”

“Hey dude. Got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks as he comes up behind his friend.

Your son smiles as he places his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “Eddie Mumson and Steve Harrton. You are invited to dinner at our place.” Dylan turns and gestures at the apartment with his small hand.

You open the door and saunter out taking your place behind him. You were wearing a yellow sunflower dress your son had picked out with your hair down pulled back with a matching headband. You placed your own hands behind your back and lifted one of your feet in the air.

“Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington.” You tilted your head with a smile.

Dylan turned to look at you. “I said it wrong.”, he whispers.

You pretend to hide your lips behind your hand. “It’s ok, baby. I don’t think they care.”

“Um, what’s going on?” Steve asks with an amused but bewildered grin on his face.

“Is this a formal affair because I don’t think I’d look half as good as this kid right here.” Eddie winks at Dylan.

You walk forward taking both of their hands and leading them across the way. “Mr. Munson, it is not a formal affair. However, the little gentlemen of the house insisted that if you make a thank you dinner the people doing the thanking should look their best.”

The smell hits their nostrils as soon as they enter your place.

“Fuck, it smells good.” Eddie takes a seat at the dinner table.

Dylan giggles at the curse word and you lightly smack the metalhead’s shoulder. Steve looks down at you as you pull out his chair. “What are we being thanked for?”

Your son climbs on Eddie’s lap and he helps him using his tattooed arm for support. “For taking care of us when we were sick.”

Steve eyes shift to look at Dylan. “Oh, Little Man, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“I know we don’t have to, Steve. But we’re family. That’s what families do. Right, mom?”

“Right, baby.”

Steve’s grin grows as he laughs to himself and takes a seat. You bend down, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before heading back towards the kitchen.

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The energy that flowed through out the evening was electric. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the meal that you and Dylan made together. Occasionally you would sit back and shift your gaze between the three of them. They all looked so happy especially your son. He never really got to have experiences like this with his father because Charlie was barely ever home.

“Can I try some of your juice?” Dylan points to your glass of wine.

“Oh, it’s not juice, babe.”

“It’s adult juice.”, Eddie smirks across the table.

You playfully sigh as you gesture for him to come sit on your lap. “You can have a little but you aren’t going to like it.”

You hold his head and tip the glass till a small amount of liquid touches his tongue. His face scrunches in disgust causing Steve and Eddie to cackle.

“My dad used to give me whiskey when I was younger than Dylan. Said it helps make you a man and cures any pain!” Eddie smiles but his eyes glaze over slightly at the memory. You rub your foot against his leg, throwing him a soft smile.

“My daddy says stuff like that about sports.”, Dylan declares as an annoyed growl reverberates from your throat.

“So did mine, Little Man.” Steve takes a swig from the wine in his glass. Dylan looks up at you as if he’s waiting for you to affirm.

“My dad wasn’t like that. Grandpa really didn’t care. Now grandma on the other hand, she hated that my dad got my sister and I into ‘manly activities’ like working on cars. Kierra still tries to get her approval. I’m too old so I don’t care.”

“Mommy, you’re not old.”

“For real. Calm down over there.” Eddie tosses his napkin at you and you catch it throwing it back.

Dylan yawns in your arms and rubs his eyes. “Ok, weirdo. You want to go get ready for bed?”

“Can I read with them tonight?”

You look at both boys, shrugging your shoulders.

“Sounds good to me. Maybe you can teach Eddie because,” Steve blocks his lips with his hand but speaks loudly so everyone can hear. “I don’t think he knows how to read.”

“Excuse me! Says the guy who works in a video store where zero reading is required. Also please remind me, what was your GPA when you graduated?”

They rise with their plates, heading for the sink as they continue to banter. “What was yours?!”

Dylan giggles as you jokingly roll your eyes and shake your head.

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After clearing the rest of table and doing the dishes, you head towards Dylan’s room, leaning against the wall just outside of his doorframe. You hear your son’s soft voice as he pronounces words on the page from one of his favorite books. He gets stuck and Steve helps him sound it out. You quietly poke your head around the corner. Eddie is on the end of the bed with his back against the wall, his feet dangling over the side, as he leans on the elbow closest to Dylan who is lying in the middle of the mattress with Steve on his other side.

You make your way towards your bedroom and change into some comfy clothes. After finishing your nightly routine, you notice the apartment is now silent. You poke your head into Dylan’s room again and see that all three boys are completely knocked out. You tiptoe in and gently cover Eddie and Steve with one of the extra throw blankets you have in the closet. You carefully pry the book from Dylan’s fingers, placing it back on his shelf before turning off his bed side light and heading back to your room.

A couple of hours later, your bedroom door opens, and Steve pokes his head through. When he sees you’re awake, he and Eddie come in the room, flopping down on your bed.

“Why are you still awake?”, Eddie asks lightly slapping your foot.

You flip around, placing your head under his as he leans up on his elbow. “I slept a lot these past few days.” Steve arms wrap around your stomach as he rests his head on your chest. You reach down, running your fingers through his hair when you suddenly feel him sigh against you.

“Steve? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just happy is all.” Your eyes flick to Eddie’s and he smiles down at you. “Do you remember anything you said while you were sick?” Eddie’s smile faulters slightly at Steve’s question making you worry.

“Um, I remember Charlie coming over. I don’t remember what I said to him but I imagine it was along the lines of ‘fuck off’.” You laugh but when they don’t your brain starts to panic. You sit up and turn to face them, Steve leaning up on his elbow. “I remember Eddie holding me while I cried and you making me a bath. Did I say something mean? I’m sorry if I did.”

They glance at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. You wave your arm in front of them. “Hey. No, no, no. Don’t do that. You two do that all the time when you don’t want to tell me something. What happened? What did I say?”

Eddie sighs and gestures his hand towards you giving Steve permission to speak. “You, uh, you said you loved us.”

You blink, trying to force yourself to remember. “Oh? And what did you guys say?”

Eddie chuckles under his breath. “We didn’t get a chance to say anything. You said we didn’t have to say anything back and then you fell asleep.”

You pull your legs up, pressing your knees under your chin. Steve fidgets with his thumbs. “No one has ever said that to us before.”

After what feel like a long silence, Eddie clears his throat, smacking his hand down on the mattress. “Well, you know what? Fuck the bullshit. I love you, Princess.” You and Steve look at him with wide eyes as you smile at his energy. “I do. I love you. I love your clone. I love your smile. I love—”

You cover his mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Eddie! Shhhh… I get it!”

“I love you to.” Your head turns to look at Steve as Eddie pulls your hand off of him, holding it in his own. He flashes you a shy smile. “Look, I’m not good at this kind of thing, ok?” He laughs at himself before his eyes settle on yours. “I love you and your spawn and everything else Eddie was going to say.”

You lean forward, placing a peck on both of their lips before laying back down next to them. “I love you to.” They smile as Eddie repositions himself to your other side. “My clone and spawn? Dylan’s going to kick your asses when I tell him you guys called him that.”

“Not if we kill you first. Stevie, do you know a good place to hide a body?”

“No, but I do know a little town in Mexico we can hide out in.”

“Oh my god. Never mind. I hate you both.”

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