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Quite Miss Home

Had an idea. Wrote 2.3k words in a couple of hours. Pure fluff based on the James Arthur song. ❤️

“Helloooooo, Chicago!” Eddie yells into the mic, reveling in the roar he gets back from the audience.

It’s been ten years since it all; since the end of the world as he knew it and the beginning of something so much better. Corroded Coffin had taken off quickly, after the “earthquakes;” something about rising from the ashes like a phoenix, if Eddie had to guess, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, just enjoy what he’s given, and damn is he enjoying it.

“How are you?” He asks, grinning when the audience cheers again. “Alright, alright. Man, I’ll tell you, it’s fuckin’ awesome being here. But can I tell you a secret?” The audience roars again, and he grins as he takes his guitar off, hoisting it up. “Who’s this?”

“Sweetheart!” The crowd yells back.

“That’s right!” He quietly thanks the stagehand who darts up to grab it from him. “But it’s not my only sweetheart. In fact, my real sweetheart is at home. And this tour is so awesome, but I’m kinda starting to miss my sweetheart.”

“Aww,” the crowd says, and he grins softly at them.

“I know,” he says. “This next song is for my sweetheart. They’re at home because they get migraines, and tours aren’t very conducive to not getting migraines, so we both decided it would be better if they stayed home. So this next song isn’t Corroded Coffin’s normal sound. In fact-” he gestures at the stage behind him- “if you’ll notice, the rest of the boys aren’t up here anymore. This is an Eddie Munson original, and I want to thank them, from the bottom of my heart, for letting me be the dramatic sap I am, and letting me sing this song, on national television, for my sweetheart.” The stagehand comes up again, this time with an acoustic, and again Eddie thanks him. “So, sweetheart,” he says, facing the cameras, “this one’s for you.”

“I'm in the kitchen while you smoke outside. You're careful not to let the smoke inside. I always tell you it's poison, but I know it helps you take the edge off the day.”

Eddie knows exactly where Steve’s gonna be when he gets home from where he works part-time as a bartender. In through the front door, dropping his keys on the kitchen counter, straight through to the porch where Steve’s smoking.

“Y’know those things are poison,” he jokes, stealing it straight from Steve’s mouth and taking a drag before giving it back to him.

“I never want kids,” Steve says in answer. He’s a kindergarten teacher, so he comes home in one of two moods: he has the worst baby fever, or he never wants to see another child again.

“Yeah? What happened today?” Eddie asks, settling in close. He’s hungry, and was vaguely considering a stir fry, but instead he tucks in close as Steve takes another drag, preparing himself.

“Okay, so get this.”

“We get a drink before it's closing time, the one on High Street with the blinking sign. All these memories feel poignant. I won't be there to see the snow melt away.”

“Hey,” Eddie says, seeing someone settle at the bar in his periphery. “What can I get you?”

Then he actually turns to face the person, and-

Oh.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” Steve grins, leaning over the counter. “And maybe… something else? A little later?”

A thrill of heat rushes through Eddie, but he rolls his eyes with a grin and pushes Steve back by a palm to his forehead. “Keep it in your pants,” he admonishes, “I’m on the clock for the next four hours. Someone didn’t tell me they were gonna drop in, and I took my break twenty minutes ago.”

Steve hums. “Y’know, a dull knife could be very dangerous,” he says. “I certainly hope the one you’re using to cut limes is sharp.”

Oh.

Eddie grins, always on board, and leans over the counter. “Steve Harrington,” he purrs, delighting in the flush racing up his cheeks and down his neck. “What exactly are you insinuating?”

Steve sits there for a beat, drains his whiskey, and hops off the stool with a dangerous smirk. “Careful on your way out. It started snowing.”

“Oh, yeah, I been gone on business. I gotta make some money. I really feel the distance.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” Steve murmurs, clinging to Eddie like a koala. They’re still in bed, and Eddie doesn’t have to leave for another five hours. He’s gonna spend all the time he can in bed with Steve.

“I know, baby,” Eddie whispers back. “Tours are so long.”

“A month,” Steve agrees. “And then another three, after Indy.”

“But just think,” Eddie murmurs. “You’re still working, right? And those kids love you, and no matter what you say, I know you love them. And this tour is gonna be really good for us. We could get Wayne into a house, and help Hop with his payments-”

“He won’t accept the help.”

“No, but Joyce will,” Eddie grins. Steve laughs softly into his chest, then sighs and kisses a tattoo.

“I just wish I could be with you. I wish my head worked right.”

“Baby,” Eddie says firmly, “I love you. Regardless of if you can or can’t come with me. If you’re gonna be miserable the entire time—and we both know you would be, don’t even try to deny it—I’d be miserable, too.”

“I know,” Steve sighs.

“But hey. We’ve got time right now. And I’m not letting you move from this very spot until I’m gonna be late.”

Steve chuckles. “I’ll drag you out myself, Eds, much as I don’t want it I know you need to go.”

“I know,” Eddie says softly, turning so they’re both on their sides, facing each other. “But I don’t have to go right now. And I’m gonna spend as much time as I can right now with you.”

“I know.”

“No, baby,” Eddie says, eyes wide, “you don’t get it. I won’t even let you pee alone today.”

“So just like normal, then,” Steve grins.

Eddie squawks.

“And I quite miss home. And I miss you telling me to leave my shoes at the door 'cause you just swept the floor, and the dirt drives you crazy. Yeah, I quite miss home, 'cause it feels like poetry. When the rain falls down on the window while you're in my arms, and we're watching the TV. Yeah, I quite miss home. Yeah, I quite miss home.”

“Hey, Eds,” Steve calls as soon as Eddie steps foot inside. “Shoes off at the door, I just swept and I swear to God, if you track dirt into the house-”

Eddie chuckles, toeing his shoes off before walking further into the house. “I know, baby, it wreaks havoc on your bare feet to feel it. I get a free pass from that ‘cause I wear socks like a normal person.”

“Literally when have you ever been normal,” Steve says, “that’s not normal, you and your fuckin’ ice cube toes in the middle of the goddamn night on my calves-”

Eddie snickers. “‘S not my fault you’re a furnace, babe.”

“I will maintain that it is your fault until we can prove otherwise, actually.”

Eddie is in love with this man. “What the fuck does that mean?” He asks, laughing, wandering down the hallway and into their room, where Steve’s folding laundry. “Fuck, I love you.”

Steve grins and accepts a kiss. “I love you too.”

“I smell you cooking from the living room, and then I tell you that I love your food. I know it doesn't come easy, but you know it reminds me where I'm from.”

“Baby,” Eddie groans when he walks in. “Are you making the pork?”

“I’m trying,” Steve grumbles, frowning at the pan. “‘S not working. It’s not getting crispy like it should.”

Eddie walks closer, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and nuzzling the side of his head. “Looks amazing,” he murmurs. “And smells even better.”

Steve sighs. “I just wish it was easier for me.”

“You don’t have to do this, baby.”

“But I know you love it.”

“I mean, yeah. But I love anything you cook, Steve. Or anything you call in. It’s the effort, y’know? Even when you don’t have the energy for anything but calling in pizza.”

Steve smiles. “You’re a sap, y’know that?”

Eddie chuckles, kissing Steve’s neck. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been down bad for you for a while, baby.”

“Yeah?” Steve tilts his head to allow Eddie better access. “How long?”

Eddie hums, moving down Steve’s neck, worrying his collarbone. “Probably since the demobat, Big Boy.”

Steve moans as Eddie sucks a mark high on his neck, just beneath his ear. “Yeah?” He asks, high and breathy.

Eddie turns the heat off. “Yeah.” A little bite to Steve’s earlobe as his hand creeps around to the front of Steve’s jeans. “Lemme show you?”

Steve pants. “Dinner-”

“Can wait,” Eddie growls. “I want you tonight, baby.”

“Whoa, I'm in another city. I got nobody with me. And it just really hit me.”

“Hey, baby,” someone croons. Eddie thinks he recognizes her from the last stop on the tour.

“Um… hi?”

She giggles. “So coy. You don’t have to play like that with me, baby.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “I’m not your baby.”

“Well, no,” she admits. “But you could be. Or I could be yours, if you’re more into being a Daddy.” She runs teasing fingers up Eddie’s arm.

He jerks his arm away. “Look, I’m sure you’re nice and all, but I’m really not looking-”

“Not yet you’re not,” she says.

“I don’t even know what that means- look, lady, I don’t want anything, okay?”

“Oh, come on, now-”

“I said no,” he says, harsher than he maybe should have, for the way she steps backs in shock. “Please leave,” he continues, gentler. “Or I’ll call security. And I don’t want to have to do that.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “You could’ve had a great lay.”

“I have a great lay,” he shoots back. “And I’m not willing to sacrifice it for a meaningless one-night-stand.” He sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “I’m sure you’re a great lady. But I’ve got my other half at home.”

“Your other half?” Steve interrupts over the phone, delight evident in his voice. “Christ, Eds, you’re a sap, I miss you so fuckin’ much.”

“I know, baby, I miss you too, now I was in the middle of a story.”

“That I quite miss home, and I miss you telling me to leave my shoes at the door 'cause you just swept the floor, and the dirt drives you crazy. Yeah, I quite miss home, 'cause it feels like poetry when the rain falls down on the window, while you're in my arms, and we're watching the TV.”

“Baby,” Eddie yells inside, “It’s raining lynxes and wolves!”

Steve laughs from the laundry room. “Why can’t you just say cats and dogs?”

“Because,” he stresses, “it’s not. It’s raining so hard, babe, it’s perfect couch-cuddling weather, can we watch a movie? Please?”

Steve smiles. “Dinner’s in the oven keeping warm. Labyrinth is in the player already.”

Eddie stills, staring at Steve, for a solid thirty seconds. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmurs. Steve grins and steals a kiss.

“Go get the food,” he says. “I’ll be there in just a minute, just gotta finishing moving this stuff from the washer to the dryer.”

He does, and Steve does, and soon the dirty dishes are abandoned on the coffee table and their feet are tucked up on the couch. Steve’s leaning on Eddie and Eddie’s hand is under his shirt, not for anything suggestive, simply just to feel.

He kisses Steve’s head with a content sigh, and Steve tilts his head back to look at him. “What’s up?”

“Y’know this is one of the things I miss the most when I’m touring?”

Steve smiles. “Just sitting watching a movie?”

“Well, anything with you, actually. But yeah. No expectations, just the movie, and the rain, and just. Us.”

Steve smiles and kisses his jaw. “This is one of the things I miss most when you’re on tour, too.”

“Yeah, I quite miss home. Yeah, I quite miss home. And I quite miss home. Yeah, I miss you telling me to leave my shoes at the door 'cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy. Oh, I just miss home, no, no, 'cause it feels like poetry, as the rain falls down on the window while you're in my arms and we're watching the TV. Oh, I miss home, yeah, I quite miss home, no. Oh, I quite miss home. Yeah, yeah, I quite miss home.”

The last strum reverberates through the silent auditorium. Then, an anguished groan. “What the fuck, why are you perfect?”

Eddie laughs along with the rest of the crowd. “That’s quite the compliment, but no, my sweetheart will be the first to tell you I’m anything but perfect.”

Three and a half weeks later, Steve slams into him as he’s walking into the house. “Oh,” he says, delighted. “Hi, baby.”

“Fuck you,” Steve says, “fuck you and your song, I swear to God, Eds-” he tugs on Eddie’s shirt, pulling him away from the door, and Eddie chuckles.

“Baby, my shoes, the floors-”

“Fuck your shoes,” Steve growls. “Fuck the floors. If I’m not naked in bed in the next thirty seconds-”

Eddie grins and picks him up. “Say no more,” he murmurs into Steve’s ear, taking purposeful strides toward the bedroom.

As he kicks the door shut, he has one thought: This is my favorite part of coming home.

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You're Saving Me / Steven Grant and Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: you had almost died, something Marc and Steven hoped would never happen because of them. You want to show them that you're okay and how much you love them.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS! not much. A little bit of angst (mentions of the reader almost dying, moon bois being heartbroken and emotional, mentions of violence and blood), mostly fluff, and brief mentions of smut (mostly loving and intimate, ass-grabbing, gentle hair-pulling, praise, unprotected p in v, fingering).

Author's note: inspired by James Arthur's song Avalanche, listened and got some inspiration to write it! I didn't intend for it to be as long and smutty as it came out but I regret nothing 😂😜 Enjoy loves. Liking, reblogging, and commenting help me out.

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Word count: 2.2k

You had almost died.

They had almost lost you for good, the only thing keeping them sane. They couldn't quite put their finger on when things had gone wrong and when you had been put in danger. One minute you were safe in another area from them, and then you were in front of him with a gun pointed at your head. It had all happened so fast, too fast for either of you to register what was happening until too late. You'd never been in serious danger before but weirdly you knew deep down that your boyfriends wouldn't let anything happen to you.

They had saved you, of course, but not without you receiving some bruising and cuts. Every time one of them caught a look at you when your injuries were visible, they would stare at them with such sadness and guilt. You had tried to console them, and let them know it was okay. But Steven was too broken about it and Marc felt far too guilty to barely come near you. Countless late-night conversations and words of praise made no difference in changing their minds about their guilt of you being in danger and accidentally getting hurt. That's all it had all been, an accident that wasn't their fault but they refused to see it that way.

It had been a week since it all happened and Steven refused to front and Marc was being incredibly distant with you. To begin with, you felt angry and needy but you quickly realised that they were hurting on the inside. They were punishing themselves for "letting" you get hurt, feeling they were responsible for it. You pushed your own feelings aside and realised that you needed to put them at ease and show them that you were okay.

You walk over to where your phone is plugged in, charging, and shuffle your playlist. Marc was sat on the couch staring off into the distance at nothing in particular as you walked back over to him, standing in front of him. Seeing him so down and deflated, hurting deeply, broke your heart. You wanted to help take that pain away in whatever way possible you could. He watched as you gently grabbed ahold of his hands, pulling him up from the couch. He was larger than you so he had to help you pull himself up, showing he was intrigued by what you were planning. Avalanche by James Arthur played, one of your favourites.

You settle in the middle of the room, just behind the couch. Marc closes his eyes with a sigh as you place his hands on your waist and wrap your arms around his neck. Your bodies gently sway to the music as you lay your head on his chest, his cheek settling against the top of your head. You move your hands down to hold the middle of his back, fingers gripping the material of his t-shirt. Marc relaxed slightly into you, pulling your body as close to his as he could. His breathing shaky as his lips press against the soft skin of your forehead. You could practically hear his mind running wild with thoughts, dark thoughts that are very Marc whenever something bad happens.

I'm a mess, don't know what I would do without you.

I could cry, leading you down the same old road.

Without needing to clarify what you meant, you say, "stop. Stop thinking about it." Marc bitterly chuckles, always baffled how you could read him like a book. Always knowing exactly what he was thinking without a word needing to be spoken, he loved you for that. You had taken the time to get to know him and Steven without judgment or worry, you had accepted them as individuals and together. He, they, had almost lost the most important person in their life, the person they were madly in love with. Tears begin clouding his vision as he watches you lift your head to look at him, a look of such love and contentment staring back at him.

"We should have, I should have protected you better-" you shake your head to silence him, your hands taking a hold of his cheeks as the tears begin to flow. "It is not your fault, neither of your faults. Stop saying that, please. I do not blame you one bit for what happened, I'm so thankful that neither of you got seriously hurt or worse." You feel your own tears begin to form, wanting to take away their pain. You hoped words of affirmation and love would encourage them to feel less guilty about what happened, and come back to you. And hopefully to coax Steven to front finally.

Under this avalanche with you,

Avalanche with you

I feel the world collapsing down,

But after all that I've been through

Long as I'm with you

Nobody can hurt me now

You pull Marc in for a kiss, needing to show him that you loved him and Steven unconditionally, and didn't blame either of them for what happened. "I love you, both of you so much. And I wouldn't trade any of this for the world, no matter what happens. Nothing could make me stop loving you and Steven, okay? I need you to stop feeling guilty for what happened because I don't blame either of you." Marc's lips crash against yours suddenly, surprising you and eliciting a gasp from you which quickly turned into a moan. You were grateful that he was finally showing you affection after almost a week of nothing, neither realising just how touch-starved they really felt.

You're saving me, say to me

I'm not alone

Marc grabbed the back of your thighs, just under your ass, and uses his strength to lift you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he carries you to his bed, your back softly being placed on the mattress. Marc pulls his shirt off and throws it on the floor somewhere and crawls slowly on top of you, his lips returning to yours. You both moan into one another's mouths, hands exploring each other's bodies feverishly. Marc's lips attached to your neck, sucking and licking, leaving marks (no pun intended) in his path. Your hands fisting his hair and pulling gently, knowing he liked it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated into the sensitive skin of your neck.

Piece by piece your clothing disappeared, both naked in no time. Your moans and gasps spur him on to continue what he was doing as he travels down to your breasts. Marc uses his free hand to softly run a trail down your stomach to the place you needed him most, small goosebumps forming in his path. His fingers slowly draw circles on your clit, "damn baby, you're so wet." Marc groans as his lips return to yours, your juices coating his fingers as he moves them down to your clenching hole. His fingers pump inside you, taking his time to tease you but in the best way possible.

"Marc I need you, please." you whimper, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside you that had you rolling your eyes back in pure pleasure, it was too much and not enough at the same time. But, you wanted Marc and Steven inside you more. "Fuck." Marc groans, your whimpers and moans are like music to his ears. He couldn't deny you of his cock even if he wanted to, his want to bury himself as deep inside as he could was too strong to ignore. He took himself in his hand and pumped a few times, already hard, and lined himself up with your entrance. He looked down at you for approval, your nod was all he needed as he entered you slowly.

You both gasp at the overwhelming feeling and pleasure of him filling you, each inch created a delicious burn as he stretched you open. Your head lulled back against the pillow as Marc moved his arms to either side of your head, he wanted to be as close to you in all ways possible. Marc wasted no time as he started to thrust inside you, creating a slow but rough rhythm. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure took over your body, consuming you whole. You spread your legs open wider for him to slot himself closer to you, his body pressing against yours. His forehead came to rest against yours, your gasping breaths mixing together.

The room was filled with the sinful noises of your skin slapping together and the bed squeaking in protest. It was one of the most beautiful things Marc had ever heard, the proof of your lovemaking and adoration for each other. Marc couldn't understand how he'd gotten so lucky with you, both he and Steven felt their souls were damned for the life they chose. And yet, here you were, pinned underneath his body as he made love to you in the dimly lit room. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve you, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

The pace changed, as did Marc's body language. He slowed right down and held you gentler, tighter to his body. If that were even possible. You turn your head as your boyfriend moves to look down at you, his hips not stopping. Steven. The way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world gave that away immediately, you'd learnt over time to tell who was who. It was like second nature to you now, and they appreciated that so deeply. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry I was, fuck, gone for so long." He whispers breathless, groaning as you clench around him.

"That's okay... You're here now." You whimper, pulling Steven down by the kiss for a kiss, it was long overdue. Steven moaned loudly as your lips crashed against his own, hands trying their best to hold himself up. Your body was on fire, a burning pleasure searing through you from head to toe. You wanted him as deep inside you as your body would allow, needing him so desperately to fuck you as deep and passionately as he could. You reach your hands down his body and grab his ass, pushing him into you further as he thrusts forward. Steven groaned loudly as the new sensation of filling you to the literal brim, sent his body into overdrive.

"Fuck, im not gonna last much longer love." He groaned into your neck, feeling his balls tighten at an ever-growing rate. You nod, "I'm close too." Whimper as he hits that delicious little spot inside you repeatedly, his pelvis rubbing against your clit perfectly every time. You moan loudly as Steven's thumb rubs your clit, pulling his hips back slightly which gives you both a new angle to moan at. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, the pressure building and getting stronger. You became breathlessly in the noises you made, your head was thrown back with your eyes closed.

Your toes curled against his back, your legs having moved there at some point, "fuck baby, you're clenching me so hard. So tight, you feel so good." The words threw you over the edge, a cry leaving you as the sensation exploded inside you. Your pussy clenched impossibly tight around Steven's cock, your body writhing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled you. Steven continued to ride you through your high, his own orgasm following closely behind. He came harshly with a loud groan into your neck, fucking you both through it. "Fuck! I love you." He whimpered, his body collapsing a top yours as you both tried to catch your breaths.

"Mmm, I love you too." You smile with contentment, your body relaxing and lulling you to a peaceful place. Steven pulled out of you as gently as he could, smiling as you protest with a pout at the emptiness. He returns moments later with a warm wet washcloth, wiping you as gently as possible. Your body squirms, your pussy sensitive yet still clenching as he touched you. You whore. Steven throws the rags somewhere on the floor and gets under the blanket, pulling you under with him. He drags your body as close to his as possible, not wanting to spend another moment away from you again.

"I love you, Marc." You mumble sleepily, your body too relaxed and exhausted to fight the tiredness. You would talk to them both tomorrow about everything, right now you were basking in the love and affection from your boyfriends. Marc smiles down at you as he gently strokes your cheeks and the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is, "I love you too, baby." He loved you more than you'd ever know.

Marc and Steven lay there silently in their fucked-out blissed state with you curled into their chest as you drifted to sleep, your arms holding them tightly. As Steven stared down at your peaceful figure, feeling safe and loved enough to stand by them no matter what, they made a pact together. "You're saving me, saving us and you don't even know it." He whispered gently to not wake you; you're everything and more than they wish for in a loving partner, and they couldn't imagine a life without you. They vowed from that moment on, that they would do anything and everything to keep you safe from harm's way if they could help it. You were it, their everything, and the thought of you being taken away from them broke their heart. Together, they vowed to love and protect you with all of their beings, even if it killed them.

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