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hotluncheddie · 5 months

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high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this

wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming

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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. It’s recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called.

He’s alone basically, and it’s nice, because he’s letting it be nice. Letting it be restful.

It’s for when he’s had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now he’s starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens.

Learned that after something like that he’ll need to rest. Needs time.

And it’s not lazy. It’s not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weak…that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his father’s voice…and selfish.)

He’s on the couch, it’s dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and he’s watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. It’s his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesn’t like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesn’t want that. Can’t be seen like that.. Embarrassing.

So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space.

He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc it’s the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when they’re ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time.

It’ll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? It’s his time.

The weird girl’s parents driving off; that feels like him. The jock’s Dad letting him off easy; that doesn’t feel like him. ‘No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.’ Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now.

He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when he’s alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. It’s exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good.

He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who he’s becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs.

“Stevie?”

Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steve’s face, trying to catch Steve’s eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, it’s nice, but, it’s a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasn’t expecting this.

“…Eddie?”

“Hey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayne’s at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldn’t’ve been able to stay quiet enough for him.”

Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide.

Maybe it’s okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe it’s okay.

“I’ll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget I’m here.” Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper.

He stares at his hand in his lap. “..You won’t, listen?” Steve feels small. Knows he’s not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else.

Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steve’s toes curl).

“Kay” Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. It’s deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddie’s cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddie’s nose. He shivers.

“No cooking.” Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it.

Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steve’s toes curl up again. “Course not baby, not again. Once you’re hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.”

And the light of the kitchen doesn’t reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steve’s safe. It’s Eddie. He’s not listening. Steve’s safe.

His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. ‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘Because I knew you wouldn’t.’ Steve whispers as they do. Claps. It’s such a good scene. He’s exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie.

The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that.

The credits roll. Bender’s fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls.

He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. “D’you mind?” He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesn’t even wanna try and adjust them back.

‘‘Cause. What we making?”

Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see what’s easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. “Pasta?” Steve asks but Eddie doesn’t reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner.

Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. “Why’d you do tha..’ Steve’s words dry up in his throat.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t” and Eddie’s eyes are sparking with glee.

Eddie heard him.

He listened.

Steve’s feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. “Ah, I, uh.” He can’t explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room.

“Steve?”

Eddie said he wouldn’t. He listened in on him. He said he wouldn’t. He’s making fun of him. Steve knew he should’ve told Eddie to go home.

“Stevie? What’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t want to talk to him. He’s so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak.

He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he can’t do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy.

“Steve, tell me what I did, please.”

“‘M fine” Steve’s insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard.

“Don’t do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.” Half lovely, half scathing.

The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard.

Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; can’t get told off if you’re fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didn’t look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored.

“You were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.” and there’s frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.

Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. “Steve.. it’s nothing I hadn’t heard before.’ And Steve’s teeth clamp together with a click. He’s done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he can’t, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.

He can’t look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill “You said you wouldn’t listen.” He’s mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.

“I heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasn’t trying to snoop on you Stevie… You just, you sounded happy.”

Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.

“You didn’t mean to?”

“No, it was just when I was turning the tape.”

Steve forces a deep breath.

“You think I’m weird. You hate me.” He whispers it like it’s true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it.

“Always like you Steve. Always.”

Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.

“‘M embarrassed” comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. “I’m embarrassed!” But it’s just Eddie. It was just Eddie.

Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steve’s back. “Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love.” And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steve’s neck, squeezes his waist. “You looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when you’re happy.” Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders.

Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired.

Emotions wash over him. He’s learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once.

Steve turns to bury his face in Eddie’s neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddie’s warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edie’s soft parts.

Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry.

“’M tired. I dunno what to eat.” He whispers, and then because he said it it’s like there’s space in his brain. “Want pasta.”

“Pasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?” Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard.

Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on.

He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. “Ugh! You think I’m weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.” Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping.

Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. “I like that you’re weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. It’s my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.’ Steve lets a little shout slip from him “Ha!” bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out.

Feels good.

“I only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.” and Steve’s laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.

“I like how it feels to brush my teeth. I’ve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.” and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight.

Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. “My liege.”

Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling.

“How’d you feel now?’ Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. “Still kinda embarrassed.”

Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. “I’m embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought you’d like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-man” Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.

Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together.

He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. “You are so annoying Eddie Munson. Why’d you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.” Steve sinks further into the couch, it’s really good pasta.

“Missed you.” Eddie says it like it’s simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steve’s skin.

Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. “Wanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?” And Steve’s throat constricts, that’s a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow.

“Yeah, kay. One day.” Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. “But no to Breakfast Club on all the time.” Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And that’s okay.

He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. “I like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.” And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him.

Steve’s toes curl and he hums, high and happy.

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tagging those who asked mwah! @2jug2head @lil-gremlin-things

but also people who i think might be interested (sorry if ur not lmk and i won't again) @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @steventhusiast @sugarcookiesteve @spectrum-spectre @irethsune

#hope u enjoy!!#autistic steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #hotlunch #my fic #once again #steve harrington needs a hug #and once again #he gets one #lmk if u liked it #i can’t tell u how many times i’ve watched the breakfast club dude #there’s just something about it

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 6 months

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I know we love Eddie pampering and taking such good care of you, (bc he so would), but could you do Eddie HCs where maybe he just needs a little extra love? Like maybe after a hard day or he’s just really tired? Everyone needs a little TLC sometimes and I think it would be sweet to have how he’d react to the reciprocated care

absolutely!! i always love getting to give Eddie all the love he deserves 🥰

sweet boy just needs some luvin 🫶

Usually when Eddie has his difficult days, he doesn’t like to show it

He won’t want you to worry about him, he always puts you before anything, but unfortunately that means he puts your feelings before his almost 100% of the time

But you’ll always notice

He’d come home from work quieter than usual, his eyes will look drained and he’s even walking different

He never wants you to worry about him because he feels that you’re the one that needs to be taken care of, not him

But you can’t help but want to make him feel better on those exhausting days

You’ll cook him his favorite dinner and it’ll be ready on the table when he comes home from work

You’ll even have dessert waiting in the fridge for afterwards

You’ll have a pair of warm, clean pajamas laid out for him on the bed to change into after he takes a nice relaxing shower to clean up from the day

And though he hates it when you use this word, you’ll pamper him for the rest of the night

You’ll get nice and comfortable on the couch and gently comb through the knots in his curls while he watches his shows, using your nails to massage his scalp

He’ll never say no to head scratches

When you get into bed, you know he just needs to be held

He’ll lay his head onto your chest and rest his body between your legs while his arms wind around your torso

You’ll lay there and hold him all night if he wants it, playing with his hair and scratching his back while whispering such sweet things to him

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good day baby, but tomorrow is a new day, things will get better…”

“Why don’t you invite the boys over tomorrow and we’ll have a nice night in? I know they’d love to see you again…”

“How about i get up early tomorrow with you? I’ll make you your lunch and we can have breakfast together…”

He’s always wanted a domestic life with you and he’s happy that you’re able to provide for each other

Eddie just loves love, wether he’s giving it to you or you’re giving it to him

(Though he usually prefers it when you’re giving it to him)

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(my tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson headcanons

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hitlikehammers · 2 months

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taste like loving

rating: t ♥️ cw: pre-relationship-to-established relationship, SUCH FLUFF ♥️ tags: idiots in love, pickles, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day seven: Love Is Silently Passing Them A Pickle Because You Know It’s Their Favorite (@steddieasitgoes)

@pearynice and @hbyrde36 suffered my languishing over this more than once; it felt wrong to delete it (which was the original plan) 🥒 (and yes I am well aware this is VERY late for @steddielovemonth but I had this one and one more that I never got to post bc schedules and I still wanted to...not-delete them? so the other one will go up sometime before the 29th's over worldwide) ♥️

The first time he notices is the first time they all hang out after he’s discharged. The first time it feels almost normal. Eddie’s still not mobile enough to leave the couch at most—at least a little variety of the one-room view of his bedroom, at least—but this.

This is awesome. Because there’s no hospital to remind him of the way he’s a mishmash of still-healing incisions that he can ignore if he doesn’t move wrong, or breathe to deep, and when he does breathe to deep and reminds himself it’s for laughing, it’s a raucous and joyful thing and it’s wild in a way he never knew he was missing because—or else, he thinks because—probably there wasn’t a deep pit inside him full of all the horrors they saw and stood against together, and so he’s got this new capacity to be bowled over and filled past the brim with a kind of giddy, buoyant relief that’s unbound in ways he probably didn’t dare to even tease at, despite all his ranting about conformity and letting your fucking freak flag fly: he never could have envisioned a time he could be this unbound. Untethered.

Just…fucking free.

Because these people have seen his literal fucking insides, right? One of them held those insides in his hands, held them where they belonged long enough for him to be sitting here cackling with them, aching for the jostling of his laughter but hell if it’s not worth it, if he pops a stitch or two he won’t even fucking complain because these people saw him inside-out, y’know, and from the first he felt safe with them, with all of him, spoken and unspoken because it really felt, for the first time, like all of the things that mattered to the world at large, that could get you killed in the wrong company: it all felt…dulled; distant, after what he’d seen.

What he’d survived.

So in the now: home, on the couch, with the Buckley and Harrington tag-team feature show splitting his fucking sides and making him feel like he’s drowning in only good things and breathing full for the first time in his fucking life—

That’s when he first notices it happen.

They’re opening the boxes with deli sandwiches from Leeanne’s down off Brooklyn, the big towering fuckers with the toothpicks in the center to hold them together, and Eddie’s fucking ecstatic about the Reuben he’s staring down because real-not-hospital-cafeteria food is still an honest goddamn thrill, but he sees Steve flip open his monstrous looking Club and it’s not even all the way flipped back, the top half of the little foldy-box, when Robin slips her equally-big-ass dill spear next to the one lined up against the bread of Steve’s lunch, flashing an overstretched grin as she plops it down:

“For my Dingus,” she nods to him almost graciously and he chuckles before he picks it up and chomps it almost…almost aggressivelyand yes, okay, fine: Eddie notices because he pays attention to his friends, especially some of his very best friends, but yeah, sure, he probably notices Steve’s biting enough to characterize it because, well.

And look, see: after Steve had set himself up as permanent guardian at his bedside?Eddie might not have had all the reasons for it, all the answers to the whys, but he did have Steve Harrington in the flesh beside him always, kinda day and night, and after that? Eddie had stopped telling himself it was useless, the things he was feeling, all the relentless want in him. It might still be hopeless—just because he knew now that Steve swung that nail bat for both teams didn’t mean he’d want Eddie specifically by default—but there was no harm in feeding the deathless little lust-monster that’d lived in him from sophomore year, and that now, fed by the knowledge that Steve Harrington was beauty and brawn and brains in a way no one never expected because it wasn’t theirs, all on top of a heart of fucking

: the monster was now a full-grown beast that wasn’t…just prone to lust, anymore.

Whatever, though. Eddie could fucking look.

So he noticed the way Robin gave Steve her pickles. The way he playfully accepted and usually leaned into her, grateful and tactile in their shared-brain kind of way.

And if he keeps noticing, what the fuck else is he expected to do? The more he learns, the closer they grow, the stronger and bigger and louder his not-lust creature gets, its stomping like a riot in his pulse save no, that’s actually just his heartbeat for what it is: hopelessly and pathetically and godawfully smitten, kinda recklessly and unrepentantly devoted, and he…

Okay, so in the beginning, Eddie knows it’s a long shot. He knows what he was doing, but it’s easy to play off as something…less. Something just playful, instead of playful-and. He already sits next to Steve when they’re all together, on a floor or a sofa or in a booth: he’s expected there. That is his place. One side him, one side Robin.

Robin even takes across-from-Steve when there aren’t enough spaces. Eddie has somehow…made the cut.

He isn’t throwing a fucking party inside his ribs about it or anything, but.

(Yeah, he is.)

But it starts small, and sorta-almost-casual: when he pops his pickle on Steve’s plate the first time. And Steve blinks at him, tilts his head in that way Eddie associates with softness, with safety, with something so adorably protective, cute and yet let herbal, on alert while breathing slow: and there’s something irresistible in the dichotomy of it that has Eddie’s pulse ramping-up by instinct at just the little gesture, the little tip of the chin and then Steve’s grinning, slow but so big, and at him, and, okay. Okay, yes, fine.

Eddie may or may not be playing this like one of those fucking birds that brings pebbles to court their intended, that drops shining little bits and bobs of nothing special that mean everything special as they try to convince their mate they’re a good bet. It may or may not be a thing he should be at least a little embarrassed of, whatever.

The way Steve chomps with fucking gusto on that pickle though: the way he grins as he chews and keeps his eyes locked on Eddie’s the whole goddamn time?

Eddie’s not gonna be embarrassed of jack shit, if he gets that in exchange.

He’s also sure as shit not going to stop, when he gets that in exchange.

He tries to up his game as the gesture extends, expands: he does his best to make it clear that he fucking loves his beloved briny cucumbers, that the way he saves them and gifts them to Steve isn’t just mimicry of his platonic soulmate; that it’s deliberate and intentional and he’s willingly and willfully forgoing something he loves for something he loves—yeah, yeah he’s ready to say that, at least in his head, because the days turn to weeks turn to months and there’s no fucking denying it anymore—so very much more, and he just…wants to make sure Steve notices. Knows it and, like, whether he decides to act on it or not, Eddie just wants him to know that a choice was there to make, right? Like, he doesn’t want it to go unnoticed.

It’s only once Steve sucks half a spear through his lips, hollows his mouth wholly unnecessarily and positively sinfully, and puckers around the pickle with wide pleading but teasing, goddamn teasing eyes trained on Eddie expectantly with the bare half sticking out his mouth, an invitation from where he sits next to Eddie at the table: it’s only then that Eddie thinks maybe there was hope after all.

He bites the loose half clear just shy of brushing Steve’s lips because he’ll be damned if their first kiss—if this is where it’s headed, if this is really possible and a thing—he’ll be fucking damned if he kisses Steve Harrington for the first time over a fucking vegetable.

Given the way Steve’s lips ultimately close around a pout all on their own: Eddie thinks…yeah. Yeah, that’s where they’re headed.

Their first kiss is very much not-pickle-flavored, but they laugh about the almost of it, once they settle comfortably into a version of ‘we’ that’s not entirely unlike the one they had before; this one just says the love part out loud. Which honestly kind of highlights how much it was there, just unspoken, almost the whole goddamn time. Which is wild.

Then of course it grows. There’s always a jar of pickles on their shopping list, because there’s always a need when the last one’s always empty. Sometimes because he wanted something to eat in the middle of the night. Sometimes because he feeds a slice to Steve Lady and the Tramp style, and does lick the taste from him after, now, not because it isn’t momentous; kissing Steve. But more because it’s…it’s going to be momentous again, whenever he wants.

For, like, ever.

Though it’s carrying on in that fashion that kinda leads in to, about a year-and-change and going strong, Eddie getting his mind goddamn blown.

It starts, mostly, with Eddie thinking—mistakenly—that his boyfriend’s not gonna be late for dinner and honestly, Eddie just doesn’t want the spear to get all warm and floppy so he figures he’ll quick eat the ones he set out, cannot let a delicious pickle go to waste, and he’ll get a fresh one for the plates when Steve gets in, no problem, he’ll just—

He’s maybe almost fucking fellating the pickle when Steve clears his throat unexpectedly from the doorway to the kitchen.

“Am I interrupting?” the arch of his brow is enviable, and the giddy delight in his tone is delectable, and Eddie wants him to come over and kiss the fucking blush he feels just lightly heat his cheeks as he tries to decide what to do because…

Eddie’s never not given his pickle to Steve, or not shared his pickle with Steve, in Steve’s presence, okay? It’s just…that’s for Steve.

And Steve probably wouldn’t be grossed out with Eddie’s slobber all over it, but, like, he deserves better by default any—

Steve’s next to him before he fully notices him crossing the distance, and he’s nudging Eddie’s hand with just a finger, pressing the pickle past his lips, slow enough to chew but steady with the pressure, and hell if it’s not erotic as fuck.

Steve goddamn Harrington.

And he smirks when Eddie swallows with a gulp, leans to kiss him and comments kind of idly:

“That was hot, babe.”

Eddie huffs, and then looks at the pickle-less plates and remembers.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart, I’d have kept it for you, but I wasn’t sure how long you’d be—“

“Eds, relax,” Steve laughs, unbothered; “you don’t have to save me the pickle. I buy you whole jars.”

Eddie frowns a little, because that wording sound…off. He’s not quite sure why, until Steve picks up on his confusion, the grit caught in the works that he can’t pick out, because Steve always notices; and Steve always finds the catch to smooth it clean.

He’s amazing that way.

“They’re your favorites,” he goes and grabs the jar in question from the fridge, pops the lid and meticulously catches the drip on the glass lip before offering it to Eddie with a smile so warm Eddie can feel it in his knees, because it fucking makes them melty and shit even now; he prays it’ll never stop making them melty and shit, honestly, but—

“I never even really liked them, until you.”

And that’s the part that catches Eddie up entirely, almost chokes him on the end of his hand-fed pickle feast.

“What,” he pauses, clears his throat; “what d’ya mean?”

“Robin fucking hates them,” Steve shrugs, still smiling that knee-targeting smile; “so she always pawned them off on me, and I didn’t have any strong feelings either way, but then,” he reaches, traces Eddie’s lips and gathering any stray juice before sucking his thumb between his lips to clean it off. Eddie almost fucking feels his pupils dilate.

“You know I wanted it to mean something from the beginning,” Steve says simply, because Eddie did know; “and then when I found out it wasn’t just, like, convenient, but you liked them so much yourself, then it felt,” and then Steve’s biting his lip, which is that knife’s edge between adorable and hot-hot-sex that regularly threatens to explode Eddie goddamn brain, but than he’s smiling again, a little softer, a lot more fond:

“It felt like they meant you liked me,” Steve ducks his head solely to glance through his lashes, a little bashful even still; “it felt like it maybe meant you, you know, maybe, like maybe you loved me?”

And Eddie can’t handle the question mark there, dives in and kisses Steve sound and sure and licks his way in to rub away that bit of punctuation that could ever possibly cast any doubt on Eddie’s feelings at basically any point they’ve shared fucking air.

“It tastes like that, now.”

Eddie cocks his head a little.

“What tastes like what, baby?”

Steve leans and licks into Eddie mouth again, but this time it’s got direction, like he’s seeking something, but then just as quick he pulls back, though not far, and looks up at Eddie with a little extra curl to his lips as he murmurs between them:

“I fucking adore pickles, now. Because they kinda taste like you loving me.”

And Jesus H., this man is gonna kill him.

And Eddie—who can do nothing less than capture Steve’s lips again and let him taste this particular flavor of loving as long and as deep as he wants—Eddie kinda thinks that’ll be a fucking glorious way to go.

tag list (comment to be added): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson @estrellami-1 @bookworm0690

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #pre relationship #established relationship #established steddie #domestic fluff #idiots in love #slice of life #pickles as a metaphor #pickles ALSO as a phallic menace #can you flirt using a pickle? YMMV #lady-and-the-tramp'ing a pickle is romantic (probably)#criminal levels of softness #steddielovemonth #love is silently passing them a pickle because you know it’s their favorite #love is just a four-letter word #stranger things

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wikiangela · 6 months

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 💖

I wasn't gonna start any new wips bc I'm working on enough rn, but this is technically not new, this idea has been sitting in my docs for months, and talking about it briefly got me motivated lol so here is my sixth wip I'm actively working on rn 😂 (the other ones are still being written too, and istg i'll finish one of them soon 😂) in the wip ask game, this was titled as "untitled natalia fic" and I still have no idea what to call it just so I can even tag this lmao

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The silence is finally interrupted by Buck’s phone pinging with a text message. It’s laying on the coffee table and the screen lights up, so Buck peeks at it, and can feel an involuntary smile on his face when he sees Eddie’s name. He quickly picks up the phone to read the text and respond, when suddenly he hears Natalia speak up.

“Oh.” she whispers. He looks up at her, phone still in hand, chewing the last bite of his food, and she looks like she just had some sort of breakthrough. “Are you in love with Eddie?” she asks point blank, sounding curious, or like she already knows the answer, and Buck almost chokes on his food, coughing and dropping his phone, and reaching for his drink.

“W- what?” Buck manages to exclaim once he’s sure he won’t die. “Shit, why- where did this even come from?”

“This would make so much sense. I’ve been- I’ve been wondering why something’s felt off and hasn't been working between us lately-” she starts, smiling, as if the prospect of Buck being in love with someone else is a good thing – and he’s not, he doesn’t think… or maybe- he’s not sure, to be honest.

“It hasn’t?” he asks, genuinely surprised. He’d swear they were having fun, and enjoying getting to know each other, spending time together. He really, really likes her, and thought they were going in the right direction.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @weewootruck @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @underwater-ninja-13 @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @eowon @callaplums @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie

#seven sentence sunday #wikiangela writes #my wips #buddie wip #buddie fic #my writing #fic snippet #untitled natalia fic #<- it's gonna stay like this until i come up with a title i guess lmao

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wildlife4life · 9 months

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the award winning talents of @hippolotamus, @panbuckley, @forthewolves, and @wikiangela.

Ya'll have spoken! Here is NFL Buck as voted on by my earlier poll (which I ended at 69 votes, bc I'm quirky like that lol) Enjoy!

“Howard, we just agreed to stop prying into Eddie’s life.” Hen snaps, cutting of his stream of information. Because Bobby was right, they were never going to earn Eddie’s trust and respect if they keep digging into his life behind his back. “And I will, but everything I’m telling you now is before said agreement.” Trust Howard Han to find a loophole and as long as they didn’t pester Eddie or his kid, they were in the clear…to a degree. But damnit Hen couldn’t stay out of a good mystery, especially one in her workplace. “Okay. We share what we’ve each learned and then leave it at that. No more wheedling through his Instagram, asking invasive questions or trying to corner guest that come here for Eddie. Like Cap said, we wait for him to come to us and just listen a little better. He won’t have those walls up forever.” Chimney bobbles his head up and down eagerly, “No more snooping, share, and listen. Just like the rules of a new relationship.” She quirks an eyebrow stepping into the back of ambulance, “Is that why most of your relationships crash and burn before they really begin? You snoop?” Her best friend gets into the cab right behind her, his right hand raised, “I plead the fifth.” Hen rolls her eyes, Chimney could be a bit of mess, but she loved the man too much and she wanted to know what he gleaned from Christopher, so she wouldn’t call him out on it today. “So, he has a dog?” Hen prompts, getting them back on track and starting on the ambulance check list. “Yea, a rescue Buck adopted named Jade. It’s the dog in Buck4life’s profile picture. She’s apparently a bed hog and super smart. Its Chris’s job to feed and clean up after her.” They both laugh at that because Hen told Chimney all about giving the same responsibilities to Denny with Paisley. “Well Bobby got the fact that Buck is his boyfriend. They’ve been together almost 10 years, but the subject of marriage is super sensitive. Eddie shut down the moment Ravi brought it up.” Hen shared. Chim shakes his head in disappointment, “Of course probie ruined it all. But damn, 10 years is a long time. How come they aren’t married yet?” He pulls opens the cabinet of saline, counting them.

They so nosy, but now is much more respectful way. But it won't last forever...

If you want to see the other snippets and posts for NFL Buck, just search under the nfl tag on my page.

Tagging (no pressure): @thewolvesof1998, @alyxmastershipper, @transbuck, @911-on-abc, @cowboydiazes, @cowboy-buddie, @brokenribsdiaz, @thekristen999, @lizzybizzyzzz, @shortsighted-owl, @sibylsleaves, @homerforsure, @spaceprincessem, @heartbeatdiaz, @monsterrae1, @jesuisici33, @try-set-me-on-fire, @bekkachaos, @spotsandsocks, @rogerzsteven, @911onabc

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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I saw you're taking prompts and tagged it as Clarkson so ngl i immediately went feral bc i love your writing so much!!! Anything clarkson would make me sooo happy, but i especially love the way you write more introspective scenes so maybe something with soft vibes, maybe some hurt/comfort or healing from past trauma together? (I hope that's not too vague, if you were looking for actual scene prompts I'd be happy to come up with something more specific) i hope you'l have a good weekend ❤️❤️

thank you so much for the prompt darling! here’s some clarkson hurt/comfort for you with just a dash of steddie because i particularly love these four together 🥰🤍 this kinda ran away from me and it’s probably all over the place

in which wayne has a flashback nightmare and scott calls eddie and steve for help

🤍 also on ao3

It’s a whimper that wakes Scott, and it takes him a moment to realise where he is — but the dark shadow of Wayne sitting up in bed beside him reassures him for a moment. A dream, surely. His dream woke him, even though he doesn’t remember anything.

But then there’s another whimper, followed by what can only be described as a sniffle. It breaks something inside Scott even before he realises what’s happening. As his eyes adjust to the dark, he makes out Wayne’s form where he’s hunched over, the blanket still around him like a protective shield, his face hidden in his hands. His breathing is unsteady, more like little gasps, suppressed in the pale shadow of a breathing exercise.

He’s never seen Wayne like this. He gets nightmares quite frequently, but he usually gets up for some fresh air and a cigarette, maybe a coffee if he decides to give up on the night. But never before has Scott witnessed him in such a state that screams of heartache and badly suppressed panic.

It’s a lonely vision that tears apart his insides, and it’s what makes him reach out before he can think better of it. Wayne flinches away from him and gasps as another wave of years seems to come over him.

“You’re safe,” is the first thing Scott says, the first thing that comes to mind, the first thing Wayne needs him to say sometimes.

Tonight, though, it only elicits another whimper.

“What do you need?“ he whispers. Not What’s wrong? Not Talk to me.

It takes Wayne a few attempts and Scott watches, panic threatening to rise inside him and join Wayne if only so he won’t have to be alone — as little sense as that makes. The last thing Wayne needs right now is a frantic Scott. So he breathes. Watches as Wayne struggles through his words and the lump in his throat.

“Eddie,” he gasps eventually. “Ed, tell me… Where’s Eddie? I should have— He didn’t do it. He didn’t kill the girl. I should have been there, I should have… I’m sorry, Ed.”

It tears Scott apart to see him like this, lost and stuck somewhere between the nightmare in his head and the nightmares of the past, and there’s nothing Scott can do about it. He remembers it well, though he has the privilege of being oblivious to everything, the privilege of no nightmares, the privilege of staying present and alert when a light flickers or a police car drives past.

“He’s okay, Wayne. It was a nightmare, my dear. Eddie is fine. Your nephew is at Steve’s. Steve Harrington. It’s been a year, Wayne, beloved. It’s been a year, he is doing great. Come back to me, darling. It’s fine, there’s no nightmare here, just me. Just me, Wayne. It’s safe, everyone’s safe. I promise.”

Another whimper and then Wayne hunches over even more. Helplessness spreads inside Scott, feeling like surely this is his nightmare now. Grief and guilt and panic and sadness are coming off Wayne in waves, and it chokes him up. He’s not good at this, placating people, talking them down. He never quite knows what to say, what to do, what to make with his voice.

An idea comes to him then, and he hopes that the boys will forgive him for calling at… 3:28 a.m.

He gets out of bed and whispers, “Don’t leave again, my love, I’ll be right back. It’s safe, I promise, it’s safe.”

Wayne doesn’t react and Scott has to physically keep himself from reaching for him again. His pulse is quicker than it should be, his thoughts are racing, and he really is beginning to be quite frantic. Taking a deep breath, he goes out into the living are, making sure to leave the door open so Wayne can hear him — and so he can hear him.

“Steve here,” comes a very familiar voice through the phone after just one ring, and Scott breathes a sigh of relief.

“Steve, it’s Scott. I’m terrible sorry to wake you, but—“

“You didn’t, we’re awake. What’s wrong?”

Scott closes his eyes and wills his heart to calm down. Everything’s going to be fine. “It’s Wayne, he’s… He had a nightmare, I think. About Eddie. Thinks it’s ‘86 again and Eddie is missing, presumed dead, and I can’t get him… I can’t get through to him.”

There’s some shuffling on the other end and then there’s another voice talking to him. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes, Mr Clarke.”

“Ten.” That’s Steve in the background.

“Ten minutes,” Eddie amends, and Scott kind of wants to cry. It doesn’t make sense. But neither does anything that happened to these people, so he’ll cut himself some slack. “Do you… Can you, uh, can you put on some music? Quiet, just to, uh, to bring him back? There’s this tape, Aftermath by the Stones. Rolling Stones. It’s black with blue writing and all their faces, it should be there somewhere. We used to listen to it every night after… everything. It should be enough until we’re there, okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods, already looking around for a black tape. “Yeah, I’ll find it. Thanks, boys, I don’t— I didn’t know what to do.”

More shuffling, then Steve is back again. “You did right, calling us. We’ll be there. Oh, and can you make coffee?”

He frowns. “Do you really think it’s a good idea for him to—“

“Oh, the coffee is for us. It’s gonna be a long night. Already has been.” He sounds weary and tired and Scott has to remind himself that the boy is only twenty and shouldn’t sound like that.

“Alright, coffee coming right up.”

“Thanks. We’ll, uh, we’ll leave now.” Steve says, sounding rushed. “Eddie, babe, I’m gonna need you to be calm, okay? Everyone’s safe, it’s gonna be fi—“

And then the line dies. Scott takes a second to listen to the incessant peep of the dial tone, gathering himself, before going on the mission of finding the tape and making coffee before returning into the bedroom just to be there even though he feels useless.

Eight minutes later, a car pulls up outside and Scott sighs in relief. Wayne is leaning against him now, still not talking, still crying silently, absently, but he’s coming back.

Within moments, another shadow appears in the doorway to the bedroom and Scott looks up to see a rather crazed looking Eddie. He can empathise.

“Hey, uncle Wayne,” the kid says in so gentle a voice that it makes Scott feel out of place. “Guess who it is, your favourite nephew in the whole wide world, who is very alive and extremely safe.” It’s said with a smile, but the teasing falls flat right along with Eddie’s heart, obvious in the way his voice wavers. There’s a shaky smile on Eddie’s face as he sits on the bed, taking Scott’s place, who takes this moment to leave the Munson men alone. Eddie’s pressing his forehead to Wayne’s, cradling his cheeks and speaking softly, gently, tenderly.

Scott almost flees the room. He’s too out of place in their moment.

He closes the bedroom door gently and a silently as he can, and is met with The Rolling Stones and Steve, cup of coffee already in his hand. They share a glance and it occurs to Scott that this is the closest he’s ever come to whatever trauma lies behind this boy’s eyes, the one that is reflected in Eddie’s and in the shadow that overcomes Wayne’s face sometimes.

“Hello,” he says at last, because what do you even say to someone who’s seen horrors unimaginable, leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee like that’s just life catching up around 4am.

Steve smiles and hands over the coffee he already prepared for Scott — black, two sugars. Oddly enough, that’s what does it for him. The alienation and obliviousness on the one hand, juxtaposed by and met with a gesture so simple as a cup of coffee just the way he likes it.

His shoulders fall and he joins Steve, who shuffles over a bit to make space for him.

“It’s been a year,” Steve says.

Scott looks at him, waiting for him to continue — something he’s learned around these three. They’ll continue or they won’t, but questions don’t really work. Not with this thing.

“Since… Since Chrissy. Few days later, Eddie almost died. Was presumed dead. It’s. It’s been a year, today. Tonight.” The boy sighs and Scott finds his insides torn apart once more.

“Is that why you were awake? The anniversary keep you up?”

Steve nods, his eyes somewhere far away as he takes another sip of his coffee. Into his mug he mutters something Scott is sure isn’t meant for his ears, but he can’t help but overhear something that will haunt him for a while.

“It’s always some kind of anniversary ‘round here.”

The thing is, Steve told him. Well, he and Eddie did, but the Munson boy’s mind had shut off from the conversation quickly, and Steve is the only one who can tell the story from the beginning. And Scott is not sure if he can believe it. He wants to, and emotionally, he does. But he has to treat it as a story, otherwise his mind would quickly join those lost.

“I’m really sorry.” He doesn’t know what for. For calling. For the horrors they’ve seen. For the nightmares everyone gets. For the faraway stare in Steve’s eyes. For the waver in Eddie’s voice.

Steve looks at him for a moment, then nods towards the front door. “Let’s go outside for a moment, yeah?”

Scott hesitates, looking back toward the still closed bedroom door, before giving in with a sigh. Nothing he can do. Eddie is better at this than him anyway.

The fresh air helps and he breathes a little easier. Steve smiles when he notices, leaning against the wall behind him. He’s always been a smart one, that boy, much better at the matters of heart than those of science, unfortunately, but Scott appreciates it now.

“Listen, half of Hawkins calls me in the middle of the night sometimes,” Steve continues. “Tonight it’s Wayne, last week it was Dustin. Woke up from a nightmare, needing to talk to Eddie. Robin spends every other night at my house because when she wakes, she won’t remember immediately if I’m still there.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head, meeting Scott’s eyes with an almost helpless look. Resignation, he thinks. The aftermath of terrible things are still terrible things.

“You call, okay? Whatever it is, whatever you or Wayne need. Whatever the clock says, whatever… Call. Like you did tonight. Sometimes that’s all we can do. You did the right thing.”

It doesn’t feel like the right thing when it makes the circles under Steve’s eyes so dark or his shoulders slump so much.

“You shouldn’t have to do that.”

The boy scoffs, looking up at the night sky. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit late for that. Besides, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this man.” Their eyes meet again. “He’ll be fine.”

They talk more and Steve asks him a lot of questions, wanting to know how Scott’s doing with all this, with the trauma, the nightmares, this thing that haunts everyone but him.

“I don’t understand it,” he admits at some point. “How could I? But I understand the implications, I see the way the three of you and some kids at school behave, I see the haunted looks, and all I can do is be here. So I’m here.”

Steve hums. “Yeah, that’s what we do.”

Scott anticipates more questions or some kind of reaction; but then the front door opens and a tired, teary-eyed Eddie steps outside. He immediately goes to wrap himself around Steve, leaning against him, trusting that the wall will hold both of them.

Steve doesn’t move, just wraps his arms around Eddie, carefully balancing the coffee behind his back.

“You okay?” he whispers.

Eddie shakes his head, burrowing into him further, and Steve brushes fluttering kisses all over the side of his face. Scott doesn’t mean to watch them, but seeing them so affectionate, so comforting, it wakes an ache inside him. Something that’s buried deep inside him, because as much as he loves to hold Wayne or brush a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his forehead, he’s never felt quite brave enough to do just that. Only that. The way Steve and Eddie are doing right now.

There are too many years behind him, the weight on his chest too heavy, his feet never as stable and steady as he wishes for them to be. Being affectionate with a man, with Wayne, is something that still leaves him reeling sometimes. Wrong-footed, with nowhere to find out, no one to ask.

But watching the boys, it makes him brave. Gives him something to mirror, something to copy, something to learn and teach himself.

Swallowing, he heads back inside, needing to look out for Wayne, to see if he’s fine, to reassure himself that everything is as alright as it can be.

In the living room, Wayne looks up immediately and his face crumbles a little at whatever he sees on Scott’s face, his arms lifting as if asking for a hug. It’s not a gesture he’d ever have connected with Wayne, but that doesn’t matter when it’s past four in the morning and the kitchen smells like coffee and nightmares.

He hugs his man tightly, cradling the back of his head gently.

“Don’t apologise,” he whispers into Wayne’s neck. “Just don’t.”

“Okay,” his love whispers back. “I will tomorrow, though.”

“That’s fine,” Scott says, smiling and feeling his eyes begin to sting. He holds Wayne a bit tighter. “Are you feeling okay?”

After hesitating a moment too long, Wayne shakes his head no. “Better though. Don’t, uh. Don’t let go?”

“Never.”

Moments of silence pass like that, just standing there, holding each other. Bravery in the early morning hours.

“Thanks for calling my boys,” Wayne breaks the silence after a while.

“Of course,” Scott whispers, daring to brush a kiss to Wayne’s brow. Remembering the way Steve held Eddie and showered him in affection, Scott dares. He dares to follow that kiss up with another, to his temple this time, and another to his forehead. They’re nothing like the quick butterfly kisses he just witnessed, no. They’re slow. Hesitant in their approach and determined in their message.

I’m here. You’re here. We’re safe.

Wayne doesn’t move, but Scott can feel his breath hitch a little. It makes him smile. He pulls back a little, pressing their foreheads together.

“Thank you,” Wayne whispers.

“For what?”

“Bein’ here. Staying. Everything.”

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

And he means it. Through the nightmares, through the haunted silences, through spontaneous trips to see Eddie, through late night phone calls to make sure the present is unchanged. Through it all, he will stay. He will learn how to make Wayne smile after a nightmare just like he’ll learn how to make his coffee after work. He’ll learn about his relationship with Eddie just like he’ll learn about the way he prefers his sandwiches or his favourite songs and movies.

He’ll learn. It’s the thing he does best. And he’ll be patient, he’ll grow braver by the day.

Right now, though, he only holds his man and dares to move his thumb along his cheek in a gentle caress, feeling the stubble under his fingertips like his own personal reminder that everything will be just fine.

Steve and Eddie stay the night, Eddie sharing the bed with Wayne while Scott takes the couch and Steve stays awake. Scott wants to protest but Steve shuts him off with a smile and the promise that he’ll wake him if anything changes.

It must be another terrible thing, the way this boy puts himself last — but that’s something Scott can learn another day. Right now, he listens for the gentle laughter coming from the bedroom, the door cracked open, and smiles when Wayne lets out an exasperated, “Fredward Munson, it’s five o’clock in the morning, for the love of God, shut the fuck up and let me sleep.”

Eddie cackles and answers something Scott can’t quite make out. Soon after, silence settles over the trailer and Scott falls asleep, feeling oddly safe with Steve watching over them, as though it’s his personal mission to fend off the nightmares himself.

He makes a mental note to make the boy more coffee in the morning.

#clarkson #steddie #scott clarke #wayne munson #wayne munson x scott clarke #scott clarke x wayne munson #god this probably doesn’t make sense and it’s not even soft?? only just remembered you wanted soft vibes whoops?? sorry my friend 😬🤍#but uh i tried #first story on my new phone eyooo #dio words

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mistytwooo · 1 year

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AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

Welcome to-

Filtered tags and why it’s filtered

1. Heavy on the stepcist content 🤢

1.A. As a person who grew up with two half brothers- just eeewwwwwwwwww. YES I KINK SHAME. I just don’t understand what’s so arousing about it. Is it the fact that it’s forbidden and frown upon? Who knows

2. Niggas who have mommy (mother (suck boobs for “milk”; derogatory)) kinks instead of regular mommy kinks 😭 (yes ma’am, no ma’am (whimpery; approved))

3. Bottom male character; I won’t turn away male reader smut ☝🏾 especially if it’s dom male reader (bc the lack of femdom). Not trynna be piped down even when it’s male

4. Dom jake sully(booooooriiiiiing(; it’s literally everywhere and I just caaaaant. I want something new and fresh, give me whimpering Jake sully who cries.

5. Dom Neteyam; PU LEEEEAAAAASE. He gives a nigga a side eye one good time and suddenly he deserves to be underneath the daddy kink tag? Stop. Especially if it’s hard dom Neteyam 🤭literally stop he doesn’t give that vibe

6. Dom Aizawa. Service top AT MOST. Maybe I just have a thing of bitching tall sexy masculine men. I think I’m the problem

7. Dom bakugo. Don’t pmo

8. Dom jk(Jungkook) (I was in my kpop era); I honestly don’t know why, I rarely read smut abt real life ppl anymore (I’m growing)

9. Eddie Munson male reader; it was literally everywhere 😭 I could not for the life of me find a fem reader of this man, and if I did it was always dom!eddy and it was never the vibe. (The always somehow wrote him unhygienic????)

10. Harringrove; this ship never clicked to me (bc Billy literally beat the shit out this man and y’all love forcing enemies to lovers on ppl (Neteyam and aonung for example)) and I literally don’t read ship fanfics (yes I’m a x reader only type of gal)

11. Jonathan Bryers male reader; same thing with Eddie. It was everywhere, there was like no fem reader. (Although I didn’t really mind reading it bc of lack of femdom content)

12. Steddie; I wanted to be them so bad, had to block out the negativity

13. Step bro Ethan…. Self explanatory

14. Sub reader; literally everything I stand for 😭

15. Yoonkook (or any type of kpop ship that involves romantic/ sexual relationships): self explanatory. I feel like I would feel weird knowing people write smut abt me and the person I damn near grew up with.

#twilight #avatar the way of water #twilight renaissance #dom!reader #twilight angst #edward cullen #jake sully x reader #top!reader #avatar x reader #sub!eddie munson #sub jake sully #blocking you stepcist mf #stepcist is so weird please #normalize kink shaming #stranger things x reader

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year

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Wet Dream

Eddie x fem!reader, smut 18+, 2.8k words Inspired by these lyrics from Wet Dream by Wet Leg: What makes you think you're good enough / To think about me when you're touching yourself?

CW: mutual masturbation, sub!Eddie and then not so subby Eddie(so technically switch!eddie?), praise, enemies to lovers vibes, hate sex (unprotected p in v, wrap it up kiddos)

here ya go ya filthy animals (me included bc I wrote this and am feelin a lil depraved rn)

Eddie Tags: @eddiemunsonfuxks

You and Eddie Munson have had a rivalry since he started at Hawkins Elementary in 5th grade. Neither of you are sure how it started or why but both of you were always so annoyed with each other whenever you were in the same room with each other—so much so that the Principle was on a first name basis with your parents and Eddie’s Uncle Wayne, and they were on a first name basis with each other.

You won’t deny that Eddie is hot. You even agree to it when your girlfriends all fawn over him and his hair and his voice and his waist and his hands, god his hands. But you only ever admitted to you slight attraction to Eddie in the secrecy of girl’s night—and all your gal pals know not to say a word about it to anyone.

And then, Eddie started dealing drugs once you both started High School and Reefer Rick stopped selling to you and other high schoolers since he had an inside guy now. Taking away your go to dealer gave you a new reason to dislike Eddie. Now your attraction was annoyance and while picturing his lithe body and rough hands had definitely become a part of your ‘self care’ routine, just the thought of him soured your mood.

Your friend Paul was happy to be your little deal mule once you offered to throw in an extra $20 for his ‘services’ though. But then Paul got a lil greedy and only gave you half of your order the last two times you asked him to get you weed from Eddie. You obviously gave him a lil knockabout that might’ve resulted in a black eye and a busted lip, and you having to get your weed yourself now.

So that’s why you’re here. Pounding on Eddie’s trailer door at 11pm on a Friday night after you worked up the guts to get your own weed since you smoked your last mini joint—your attempt at making your last ounce last—yesterday night. But Eddie won’t open the fucking door.

“Eddie!” you berate through the door as you knock again.

No answer.

“Stupid, fucking asshole, he probably won’t open the door because it’s me. What a dick,” you mutter under your breath. “Paul mentioned a key somewhere on the porch for in case Eddie was asleep or in the bathroom or something when he came by. But where the fuck did he say it was?”

You lift up the doormat, nothing. Check in the mailbox by the door, nothing. Raise up one plant, nothing, next plant, nothing. The only thing left is a giant stone that looks way too heavy, but as you go to lift it it comes right up.

“Styrofoam with a wood insert for weight. Clever,” you laugh as you remove the key from its spot under the fake rock.

You knock three times again before giving a warning, “Eddie I’m coming in! You’ve got 20 seconds to put away any porn magazines!”

Putting the key in the handle, you turn it until theres a click and open the door. Stepping inside, you notice that it’s surprisingly clean compared to what you thought Eddie’s place would be like. You walk further inside and drop the key on the table by the door. Shoving your hands in your jean jacket pockets you call out again.

“Eddie? I know you’re here, your van is parked outside.”

You don’t get a response but you do hear noises coming from a room down the hall. Curious, you move towards it. The giant DIO poster on the door obviously means it’s Eddie’s room, but you could also tell because the door was cracked just enough for you to see Eddie face twisted up in concentration, forehead a little slick with sweat.

Realizing what he’s probably doing, you turn around quickly and start to step away and towards the front door but you stop dead in your tracks because Eddie just moaned your name.

“Y/N, fuck me, yes.” His voice was rougher than usual, laced with lust. You squeeze your thighs together, because even though you despise him that was fucking hot as hell to hear. But then you remember that you despise him and instead of walk away you swing open his door and ask a very hard and very surprised Eddie a question.

“What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself?”

Eddie’s eyes are wide as he removes his hands from his hard dick and quickly tries to cover himself with a blanket.

“Fuck! Y/N what the fuck are you doing here?” He asks frantically.

“I came to get weed because I ran out and can’t trust Paul to give me what I pay for anymore.”

“You could’ve fucking knocked!” he yells in annoyance.

“I did! A lot! For like 10 minutes straight! It’s not my fault you were horny and too busy thinking about me to stop touching your cock and come sell me an ounce of weed!” Your chest rises up and down quickly after your outburst. “And again, Eddie. What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself, huh?”

Eddie shrinks beneath your domineering gaze, trying to curl away from you. “I–“

“Ah ah ah,” you tsk, shifting closer to the edge of his bed. “Look at me, and answer my question.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours and you can tell he’s a little subby baby, which brings a smile to your face.

“I–I’m sorry. I just, I won’t, I–“

“Why are you such a nervous lil boy, Eds? Do you think I’m mad at you?”

Eddie looks at you slightly confused, “you’re not mad?”

“Oh no baby, I’m not mad. I’m just surprised, and a little upset you didn’t ask for permission first.” His eyes go wide as you toe off your shoes and sit in front of him on his bed.

“‘m sorry,” he whimpers, bowing his head. “Can I?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you say, running a hand up his bare leg towards the blanket bundled on his lap. “Do you think you deserve to imagine me sucking you off when you rub yourself?”

His leg twitches under your soft touch and you can see his lower stomach muscles tighten at your dirty question.

“Tell me, Eddie baby, do you think of my mouth on your cock or my pussy?”

He groans and bucks his hips into the blanket slightly, muttering a silent apology.

“Answer me.”

“Both,” he gasps as your hand finds its way under the blanket, fingertips brushing his balls.

“Good boy,” you praise and Eddie whines. “I think I’ll let you finish fucking your hand.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide again, big brown eyes searching your face for a lie.

“But,” you pause. “You have to follow my directions, and look at me the whole time. Ok?”

He nods silently and eagerly.

“Words, Eddie. Gimmie your words.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now take off the blanket and let me see you.”

Eddie’s hand reaches for the blanket covering himself and removes it slowly, dick jumping as he does.

“Fuck, your cock is so pretty Eds,” you say shifting a pillow behind you so you can sit comfortably, legs criss crossed. “You wanna touch yourself?”

“Please.”

“Ok, go ahead and stroke yourself, but keep it slow. Don’t want you cumming too soon.”

He does as you say, his dominant hand coming to grip himself at the base of his dick and slowly bringing it to the tip. He repeats the motion three times, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“Good, now squeeze at the top this time.”

He does, and lets out the deepest groan you’ve heard from him yet. It grows from the center of his chest and releases as he squeezes his sensitive tip. You shift your hips at the sound, slightly grinding yourself on his bed. His eyes flick to your center as you do so and you decide in that moment to give him some fodder for his imagination. His eyes follow your hands as you reach down to rub yourself over your jean shorts, your strokes matching Eddie’s speed.

“Slow down baby,” you say as you unbutton your shorts and pull the zipper down. He doesn’t follow your directions and instead moves a little faster, so you halt your own movements. “Hey, Eddie, eyes up here.”

His eyes flick up immediately to meet yours. “Good boy. Slow down.” He nods and does as he’s told.

“Eye’s up still okay?” you half say, half ask. Once you’re certain he won’t look away, you resume your movements, placing your feet on the bed and lifting your hips to remove your shorts and panties. Settling back into the pillows with your legs butterflied to make sure Eddie can see you, you nod at him, allowing him to watch your hands as they trail down your clothed stomach to your mound.

You lightly trail your pointer and ring fingers down your lips, and run your middle finger through your slit on the upward stroke, Eddie sighing at the sight and sound of your arousal. You tease and circle your clit a few times before giving him his next instruction.

“Play with your balls while you watch me.”

Eddie’s free hand that was previously strangling the sheets to his side reaches below his dick to play with his heavy sack. The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, watching each other intently. Eddie touching and teasing and squeezing his balls while you circle and pinch your clit, working yourself into a heady haze, the coil in your belly starting to tighten.

“Ok baby. Stroke yourself to my rhythm,” you gasp shifting your fingers from your clit to your entrance. You circle yourself once, twice, before inserting a finger.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters at the sight of you fingering yourself. His hand resumes it’s place on his throbbing cock. You match each other’s pacing, Eddie fucking his hand as fast as you ride your own.

Both of you are panting as you watch each other, Eddie’s eyes glued to where your fingers disappear into your cunt, and yours glued to the rough fuck of Eddie’s hand on his dick. “I–fuck–I’m close baby. Are you almost there? Are you ready to let go?”

Eddie can’t talk, his hazy desire covers him in want, but his eyes meet yours, his mouth dropped open in a moan. “Let go, Eds.”

He does, covering his stomach in his release as the coil in your stomach snaps and you coat your hand with your own release. Your moans echo through the room, paired with the wet sounds of you finger fucking yourself through your orgasm, Eddie’s eyes still glued to your glistening cunt.

“Fuck,” you say, pulling your fingers from your pussy and wiping them on Eddie’s now very dirty comforter. A sigh falls from your lips as you smile at Eddie.

“I want to be in you so badly,” he admits in his post-nut haze.

“Is that so?” you tease, shifting your legs behind you and getting up on your knees. “Wanna feel my pretty pussy on your cock? Squeezing you so good?”

“I fucking hate you,” he laughs as his dick begins to harden again.

“Mmm but you were such a good boy just a few minutes ago. Doing as your told? Such an obedient baby.”

Eddie’s eyes flick to yours as you crawl closer to him on the bed.

“I wouldn’t mind riding your pretty cock,” you say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hover just over his dick, hands braced on his bare chest, and you can feel the heat of it on your pussy as you slowly lower yourself onto him, running your wet cunt over him. He hisses as his tip catches your hole.

“Just fucking ride me already, Y/N. Stop fucking teasing,” he says through gritted teeth.

“What happened to my nice boy that was just begging for permission to think about me while he touched himself?”

“He came. And now he wants to fuck you.”

“Ah what a real gentleman. This is why I don’t like you,” you spit out, rubbing yourself over his cock again to rile him up.

“You don’t have to like me to ride me,” he smirks up at you.

“Yeah but I don’t know if I want to give it to you now. I kind of want to make you beg—oh fuck.”

Eddie didn’t let you finish. He grabbed your hips and slammed up into you, knocking the air from your lungs in a throaty moan.

“Not so hot when you’re not in control huh?” he teases. Smiling up at you as he fucks up into you. You move your hands from his chest to his thighs behind you, and start to bounce on his hard cock.

“Fuck Eddie, you’re so fucking big,” you gasp as his mushroom tip hits your g-spot with every bounce. Eddie’s hands grip your hips tightly, sure to leave a bruise.

“Yeah? Do I feel good?”

“Shut up.”

“Awe but I wanted another compliment,” he laughs as one hand leaves your hip to find your clit. He rubs circles around the engorged bud and lets you ride him at your own pace now.

“I still despise you Munson.”

“Feeling is still mutual, Y/L/N. We’ll just fuck and go back to hating each other. No big deal.”

Your thighs begin to burn and your movements slow. Eddie notices and lifts you up and off of his cock.

“What are you–?”

He flips you on to all fours and kneels behind you, lining himself up and entering you again, slowly this time. You squeeze around him once he’s buried to the hilt, and then he’s pounding into you at a relentless pace. His body engulfs yours as he leans over you, hand pushing your upper back into the bed as he continues to bottom out with every thrust into your wet pussy.

The sounds in the room are animalistic. The squelching from his dick moving in and out of your cunt, your moans muffled in the comforter, Eddie’s hot and heavy breath coming out in puffs on your shoulder. He leans back up, wrapping one hand in your hair to bring you up with him. Untangling his hand from your hair he wraps it around your stomach to keep your back to his chest while his other hand reaches down to give attention to your clit again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant out, coil in your belly tightening again. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah,” he laughs teasingly. “I can tell, your cunt is gripping me so hard right now.”

“Shut it, Munson, and make me cum.”

“Fuck, fine, but god knows I’ll bust as soon as you do so where do you want me?”

“Inside, I’m on the pill and impatient.”

“Shit,” he mutters into your neck. Eddie puts more pressure on your clit as his thrusts become sloppier. “Cum, come on, let go.”

And you do. You both do. As soon as Eddie feels your release cover his cock, his release coats your walls. He ruts up into you a few more times before pulling out of your warm, wet cunt and leaning back on his headboard. “Never took you for a domme-type, Y/N.”

“Never took you for a hard switch. I definitely prefer you as the sweet little obedient sub from earlier though.”

“Not a word of that to anyone, okay. I’m the dom with most hookups, you just caught me in the moment.”

“You really think I’d admit to people that we fucked?” You reach for and grab your panties and shorts before sliding off the bed to slip them on. “I can’t let people know I caved,” you laugh. “So, how much for an ounce?”

Eddie laughs, “not gonna lie, I forgot that’s why you were here.”

“How much for an ounce, Munson,” you sigh slipping your shoes back on.

“Why do you want so much?”

“The fewer times I have to see you outside of school the better.”

Eddie feigns heartbreak, “ouch, Y/N, that hurts.” He pouts as he reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a bag of weed. “I’ll do it for $80. We can call it the Wet Dick Discount.”

“This is another reason why I don’t like you,” you mutter, handing him the money.

“Listen, I got off, you got off, I got money, you got your weed. I think it was a solid interaction.”

“Yeah well, don’t expect it to happen again.”

“Have $160 next time then. Or plan to see me a little more often in your free time.”

…it definitely happened again…a few times…of course the Wet Dick Discount was only ever given to you…

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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I promise you (S.H)

Warning(s): angst!,best friends to lovers trope,dramatic love confession,kissing.

Pairing(s); Steve Harrington X (Afab) Fem! Reader

Summary; you figure out why Steve’s so upset with you.

A/n dedicated to the one and only @ariesl0ves3ddiemuns0n <3 obviously this is a modern au since she has a phone!

Didn’t proofread this bc I’m busy but I hope you like it aries🥺

You walked through the school in search of Steve he was your ride and he promised to stay late so he could take you home. You had soccer practice, on your way down the hall you were suddenly jerked into a closet.

“What the fuck- Munson. What do you want??” You huffed and he flicked on the light. “I need a favor” you crossed your arms “I don’t owe you one.” He twisted his mouth up and sighed “well now I’d owe you, cmon it’s serious. Gareth is sick and he have a show Friday. Please please please please-” “Jesus! I’ll have to check my schedule I can’t promise anything but I’ll let you know tomorrow okay?” Eddie threw his arms around you “thank you thank you thank you” you shoved him off “yeah, yeah” with that the pair of you left the closet together. Just in time for Steve to see you.

“Steve! There you are. I was looking for you” “Harrington” Eddie said as he passed him. “What was that about?” Steve questioned and you rolled your eyes “he needed a favor. You ready?” Steve nodded and lead you out to his car. “So change of plans I got called into work, do you mind hanging out for a bit?“ you groaned “but I kinda wanna shower and nap” Steve slid into the car “I’ll let you watch any movies you want” “deal.” You say your bag into the back.

The next few days steve kept acting weird. After checking you didn’t have anything to do Friday you told Eddie you could cover for Gareth. You spent most of your time after school with him and his band practicing since you didn’t know any of their songs. You told Steve he didn’t need to pick you up since eddie had it covered and since then it’s been off.

Last time you saw him he did nothing but argue with you about Eddie. Saying to just spend time with them and a load of bullshit and now, Anytime you text Steve he always leave you on read or replied with a simple “I’m busy can’t talk” even though you know he’s not at work. You tried to just chalk it up to him being him but the more it happened the worse it had you feeling. You liked Steve, really really liked him. You decided to try one more time to text him.

Stevie Boy

Y: Hey, I’m gonna go get ice cream you or Robin wanna tag along?

S: it’s just you?

Y: well no, it’s me,Jeff,Eddie and bradlee

S: no nevermind we are good.

Y: uhm I’m gonna be playing the drums for them this Friday if you wanna come.

S: can’t talk I’m busy, probably won’t make it.

You sighed and Eddie saw how deflated you looked telling the other members to just go ahead. “You alright kiddo?” You huffed “kiddo? Eddie we are only 2 years apart” he smiled “still makes you a kid” you rolled your eyes “I’m 18 not 2” “you act like a 2 year old sometimes” you smiled at his teasing and he sat down on a couch inside the garage. “Cmon, talk to me what’s wrong” you sighed and walked over sitting next to him.

“You know Steve?” He nodded “right your little lover boy” you snorted “he’s not my anything” Eddie raised his brow “so you mean to tell me you two aren’t together?” You shook your head “what made you think we were?” You asked and Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “Eddie.” You said sternly “it’s just…he showed up at my place a few days back and said that I better stay away that you two were together” you shot up “HE WHAT!” You yelled. Eddie tugged you to sit back down “shhhhh! I assumed it was true. You look at him like he hung the moon and stars. I know you like him” you cross your arms and huff.

“I think he really likes you too. He’s just being stupid about the whole thing. Can you blame the guy? Last time he had a gf she called their relationship bullshit and then hooked up with the guy who literally violated her privacy” you relaxed a bit and sighed. “He’s being distant and I don’t know why.” You pulled up your phone and flicked it open showing him the texts. “You’re so clueless.” “What!” You huffed.

“You keep mentioning me. The dudes probably jealous” you looked at him “why would he be jealous of you?” Eddie looked offended “Uhm, rude. I’m very good looking” you blinked at him “Eddie.” “Yes?” “You literally have a boyfriend.” Eddie chuckles and shrugs “eh, just sayin” you rolled your eyes and punched his arm. “Just be honest with him okay? That’s all you can do.” You nodded and hugged him. “Could you take me to the video store?” He nodded “sure.”

You climbed out of Eddie’s van and stormed your way into the video store. “You.” You said pointing at Steve. “I don’t have time for your games y/n” you ignored him and walked around the counter “hey robin” she smiled “oh hey y-” robin froze when she watched as you grabbed the back of Steve’s head and kissed him.

Steve froze for a second before his eyes fluttered closed and his arm wrapped around your back holding your waist. Eddie walked in and cheer “FINALLY!” He threw his hands up and robin just stared impressed you did that. You pulled back from his lips and smiled at him “if you liked me you could’ve just said that instead of being a prick” Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again.

You welcomed his lips on yours it was soft and he tasted like mint. You were definitely getting lost in each other only pulling away to the sound of Robin clearing her throat. “Listen, As happy as I am for you dingus we have to work.” You smiled at him “my fault, I apologize” Steve kissed your cheek gently “I’ll see you tomorrow” Steve nodded and rather reluctantly let go of you.

#fem reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve stranger things

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myriadof-fandoms · 2 years

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harringrove week - day 2 - our place

prompt: pumpkin pie (and hot apple cider a little)

or: patrick and billy friendship fic bc yes

ao3

@ihni ages ago i mentioned this in some tags and you said you wanted to know when it's done. finally, it is done

Steve has kind of gotten used to people randomly showing up at his place. There's a bunch of teenagers around who know his parents are rarely home. They have a tendency to just use his pool without asking.

So do Eddie and Robin.

Billy just crawls through his window all the time.

The thing is, nobody ever really knocks.

So a knock at the front door at 8pm on a Wednesday night is kind of weird.

Steve only hears it by chance, while the noises of the upstairs shower are muted enough, up until a second ago the ventilation of the stove had drowned out every other noise.

There's an itch in his hands to grab the nail bat when he walks down the hall, a fear so internalized that not even the irrationality of imagining a demogorgon knocking can quite stop it.

When he opens the door, holding his breath against better judgement, he's greeted with the sight of a guy his age. No demogorgon ready to attack as far as the eye can see.

"Eh, hi?" Steve realizes he knows the kid. Can't quite remember his name though.

"Hi," the boy's voice is shaking. Just a little, just enough for observant ears. "Sorry, Billy said-"

He breaks off and rakes a trembling hand over his head. The movement makes the light above the front door catch on his cheek, illuminating the blood.

"Christ, what happened to your face?" Steve doesn't wait for an answer, stepping to the side to let the other in. "Billy's upstairs. He'll be down in a moment if you want to talk to him."

He's hesitant when he steps over the doorstep but the moment he does, fully letting Steve see his face, two things occur to Steve. First, the guy's name is Patrick. He's part of the basketball team but only properly joined once Steve wasn't anymore. Secondly, someone very clearly beat this kid to a pulp. One side of his face is swollen and bloody. When he walks he winces, and he's curling to one side, arm protectively wrapped around his torso. A broken rib maybe? Or maybe the arm itself is hurt?

There are no wounds on his hands that Steve can see.

"C'mon, we'll wait in the kitchen." Steve knows his voice has gone soft. He's moving slowly too, passing Patrick by where he's kicking off his shoes carefully. Steve makes sure he stays in front of him. Follows all the little steps that he has memorized for when Billy has that haunted look on his face.

He fills up a glass of water and gestures for Patrick to sit before putting it in front of him. Steve notices the wince when Patrick sits down and has to suppress a flinch in response.

"I'll go get Billy and some stuff to fix up your face, be right back."

Patrick just nods. Staring straight ahead onto the table.

Steve rushes up the stairs once he's out of sight. He only slows down when he reaches the bathroom, to not startle Billy into a panic attack.

The shower is still running, but it's not surprising. Billy will take any chance to prolong a shower that he knows he won’t get screamed at for. Steve makes a point of opening the door noisily before stepping in and quietly saying Billy's name.

"Mh what, Harrington? You already wanna go again? Thought we were having dinner first," Billy's laughing. Steve wants to stay in this moment, he doesn't want to break up Billy's good mood, not when it's such a rare occurrence. He just wants to hide him away.

Billy's pulling back the shower curtain before Steve can. His smile falls immediately when he sees Steve's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Ehm, Patrick is downstairs? He wants to see you."

"Fuck."

Billy's out of the shower and putting on clothes in seconds. Pulling on Steve's heartstrings when he hastily puts on Steve's slightly too long sweatpants and one of his old Hawkins High Swimteam hoodies. He's out the door before Steve has grabbed the first aid kit.

Steve follows him down slowly, giving him more time alone with Patrick. When he makes it to the bottom of the stairs he can hear their murmured voices, quiet and hushed despite the empty house.

When he enters the kitchen he's once again hit with the realization of how pretty Billy is. The fact tends to hit him a couple times a day. Times like these are special though, when Billy looks domestic, with his wet curls falling in his face and his hands in sweater paws, while his feet are bare. There’s something about being allowed to see him like this that makes Steve lose his breath.

"Here you go," he puts down the kit on the table and looks at Billy questioningly, "I can leave you guys alone if you want."

"Up to you,” Billy says to Patrick. “Harrington's better than me at the whole stitching up thing, and he won't talk about any of this, but I'll fix you up too, whatever you want."

Patrick looks lost. If Steve's had to guess, from what Billy's told him about his own way of thinking, he's probably afraid to say the wrong thing. Steve tries his best to look reassuring.

"Eh," now that Steve remembers him better, it's startling how quiet Patrick is right now. He's barely audible, "You can stay. Don't want Hargrove to fuck up my face."

"Yeah, screw you too," Billy laughs.

“Good decision. I’ve seen how he fixed Max’ knee once, it wasn’t pretty.”

Patrick laughs a little too at that but almost immediately his face contorts in pain and he’s hissing through his teeth. It decides Steve’s course of action at least.

He gets some painkillers first and then carefully cleans the cuts on Patrick’s face with a towel, he tries to mind his hands and avoids getting too close for too long as to not make the other uncomfortable.

When he grabs the disinfectant, he kicks Billy’s chair, “Hey hotshot, tell us a story or something.”

Billy looks at him like he’s lost his mind before he sees the bottle in Steve’s hand. They’ve been in this situation often enough thanks to Neil fucking Hargrove and Billy himself deals better with the pain from the disinfectant if Steve talks while he applies it.

Distraction is key.

Billy launches into a dissection of their last basketball training, perfectly mundane and still investing enough that Patrick doesn’t flinch as much as he probably should from the sting. Steve only listens vaguely to what Billy’s actually saying, too focused on the task in front of him, but the way Billy’s voice moves is soothing to him as well.

He knows at some point Billy switches the topic to his current favorite thing to discuss: how awful the newest Friday the 13th movie was. He’s got a very passionate agenda against the film. Patrick only hums in response sometimes, he’s being a perfect patient, never moving much under Steve’s touch.

Steve carefully applies some small bandaids over the cuts that need it but thankfully there aren’t too many of those.

“All done here, do you need any other wounds looked after?” Steve can’t forget the way Patrick walked earlier.

“Nah, just fell badly, everything else is fine.” His eyes are cast down now.

Not that Steve would have believed that but Billy’s very quick to throw in and confirm, “Bullshit. What did he use as an excuse this time?”

Patrick’s eyes move around quickly, drawing shapes over the tabletop and floor but never moving up to meet their eyes.

“Bad grade,” he mumbles after a moment.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve runs his hands through his hair and moves towards the kitchen island quickly. He should be used to it by now, the casual cruelty that some parents use on their kids, Neil Hargrove could be their prime example, but Steve can’t. He still can’t help the way his own fingers start to itch and shake when he sees someone as cast down as Patrick is right now. He’s learned it’s an easy thing to interpret as anger though, the hard way when Billy had opened up to him for only the second or third time and then hastily apologized and flinched away from Steve when he saw his barely contained rage. Because in its roots it is just that: rage. Just not directed at Billy or Patrick, but at the people who could cause that without remorse.

Behind him he hears Billy sooth Patrick with the same sort of phrases Steve has used on him countless times.

‘ It’s not your fault ’s and ‘ It’s okay ’s take over as background noise when Steve puts the simple soup he’d made for Billy and himself earlier in bowls and cuts up some bread.

Patrick looks surprised when Steve puts down a bowl in front of him but once he’s been reassured that it’s no problem he finishes it in record time. It brings up the uncomfortable thought in Steve that that too is awfully similar behavior to Billy’s when Neil has been keeping food from him.

So Patrick gets second helpings.

And two pieces of pumpkin pie, which he does finish at the same speed as his first serving to Steve’s delight. Billy had refused to eat any more of it and Steve makes sure to complain to Patrick about that too.

“We’ve had fucking pumpkin every day this week, Stevie.” Billy’s rolling his eyes too gently though, and with the way he’s curled up on his chair, both legs pulled up from the floor, he couldn’t look very annoyed even if he was actually trying.

“It’s fall! It’s almost Halloween! We have to.”

“It’s September, Halloween is next month,” Billy says before he turns back to their guest. “Be careful, if you don’t watch it he’ll put you in a costume.”

“Being excited for Halloween isn’t a crime, Billy.”

“Sure, princess.” Billy snorts and leans towards Patrick, “If he could he’d buy every single pumpkin flavored thing in all of Hawkins.”

It’s not incorrect. Steve has a thing for it now, he tries not to blame the fact that Halloween is their anniversary but he knows deep down that that’s the only reason he’s started to obsess.

When he thinks of their first kiss he happens to think of the apple cider someone had brought to Tina’s party and the pumpkin pie that he’d eaten from her fridge in a panic after he stumbled back out from the bathroom in which Billy Hargrove had just sucked his dick.

It makes him nostalgic.

Steve gets so lost in the memory of those first few weeks that he misses a bit of their conversation but he startles out of it when Patrick coughs and says, “I should go.”

“You can stay here if you want. We’ve got a guest bedroom,” Steve answers without even thinking about it. There’s no way in hell he’s kicking the kid out.

Once again Patrick’s eyes don’t meet theirs.

“C’mon, I’ll drive us to school tomorrow morning. You won’t miss anything,” Billy says. “Also pretty boy’s loaded and the beds in this house are extremely comfortable, you can’t miss out on that.”

One quick flash of dark brown eyes meet Steve’s when Patrick mutters, “If you’re sure?”

“‘course, I’ll show you where you can stay,” Billy answers instead of Steve and then he’s already leading him away.

Steve cleans up after them before he follows. When he gets upstairs the lights are on in his room and the guest bedroom but both doors are closed already.

He quickly brushes his teeth and changes before making his way towards his bedroom. Billy is already in bed, hugging his pillow with the sheets pooled around his waist exposing his chest to the cold air.

Steve turns off the main light so only the bedside lamp that he never turns off anymore illuminates the room and draws shadows over Billy’s skin.

When he slides back the covers from his side Billy turns and they rearrange themselves so they’re pressed together tightly. There’s no real routine to that part, they sleep curled up together in every which way they can find.

Steve can feel it when Billy pushes his face against his skin and inhales deeply before properly settling down in his arms.

It’s a whisper almost when Billy speaks up, “Sorry, I just told him he could come here. I should’ve told you.”

“That’s okay.”

“He knows about us.”

“I figured, he didn’t seem surprised that we share a room.”

“You okay with that?”

“You think he’s gonna tell?”

Billy moves his head a little so he can look at Steve’s face before gently moving his hand to his cheek. He starts running his thumb over his cheekbone and Steve hums in satisfaction.

“He’s got a crush on Jason Carver. I don’t think so.”

Steve actually cringes at that, “God, not that douchebag.”

“I know. Gotta work on his taste still.”

“One thing at a time.”

Billy breathes out and leans up to kiss Steve slowly, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for, sunshine.” Billy smiles against Steve’s lips like he always does when Steve calls him that.

Steve lets a moment pass, thinks about the evening and just enjoys the proximity to Billy before he breaks the comfortable silence, “Wanna know something funny?”

“Mh?” Billy hums, not moving much but putting enough emphasis in the little noise to make sure Steve knows he’s really listening.

“I fucking hate pumpkin pie.”

Billy honest to god giggles and Steve feels so fulfilled.

"You're the worst. Do you know how much pumpkin spice I've bought for you?"

“I like the soup!” Steve laughs against Billy’s cheek, “But the pie is just not good.”

“I hate you.” Billy’s still giggling.

“I love you too.” Steve never wants him to stop.

“God, you sap,” he playfully punches Steve’s shoulder before his arm sneaks around Steve’s neck, the other settling on his waist and then he moves so Steve is almost entirely covering him. Their faces are mushed together a little, and it will get too hot to sleep like this, but for the moment it works.

Billy sighs, “Fine. I love you.”

He’s told Steve a lot. After some initial difficulty to say it at all it has slowly become something Billy likes to say. Steve still can’t get enough.

“I can hear you thinking, Stevie,” Billy starts running his hand through Steve’s hair. “Go to sleep.”

Steve is pretty gone for Billy Hargrove. He does as he’s told.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringroveweek #harringrove harvest #mimi's writing #mimi makes things #patrick mckinney #I'm so fucking tired my guys #i also just found out i have to give a presentation in two weeks that's gonna be my grade for my fav module #someone create the 48h day please and thank you #two weeks. FUCK ME

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @rewritetheending thank u<3 as is customary, far more than seven sentences bc i couldn't decide where to cut and then just decided not to

“Eddie?” the patient asks, then, “Husband?”

“Patient’s awake and responsive,” Chimney says, and Hen nudges him.

“Eddie?” she asks. “Do you know this guy?”

Eddie shines his flashlight into the totalled car, and Buck watches his face move through several things in quick succession. Recognition, then concern, then—realisation.

Uncertainty.

“Eddie?” Hen asks again, and Eddie shakes his head as if to wake himself up.

“Patient is Patrick Reyes,” he says. “Uh, thirty-five years old.”

“Thirty-six, actually,” Patrick corrects. “You never called.” Then he blinks. “Wait, sorry. She said husband? I guess I know why.”

Buck watches Hen and Chimney glance at each other, eyebrows so furrowed in question they blend together.

Buck watches Eddie’s hand twitch, and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s contemplating turning on the jaws of life and drowning out this conversation.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie finally says. “It’s not—it’s a long story, but yeah. Buck is my husband.”

Buck raises his hand and wiggles his fingers in a wave, and Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Shit, dude,” Patrick says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Eddie waves him off. “It’s all good,” he says. “But you won’t be, if we don’t get you out of here. So can we just—” Eddie glances at Buck, and at Hen and Chimney. “Can we just do our jobs?”

tagging @hattalove @capseycartwright @buckactuallys @thatbuddie @sibylsleaves @eddiediazes @trippedandfell hi <3

#shush emma #emma writes #friends with (tax) benefits #we are barrelling towards my self-imposed deadline and my brain is giving me. crickets

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hotluncheddie · 2 months

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Tell me if this is too much… Steddie scenario where one of them gets a new toy that the other is like, “Uh that’s too big, it won’t fit,” which turns into the other being stuffed until relaxed and horny and lubed up enough that it *does* fit, and he’s never come harder.

not too much not too much!!! very obsessed with thisssss

i noticed you’re making me pick who gets filled, u goblin 👹

i’m gonna go with steve. just bc i think he’d get off on the challenge. and i’m in my eddie going crazy watching steve do anything era.

also dunno how this turned into 3.8k but 😛

commence steve getting filled, in more ways than one..

[ rated: E | tags: chubby steve harrington, belly kink, stuffing, button popping, coming untouched, sex toys (big ones), established relationship ]

He brings it back after a 4 day trip visiting robin in Chicago. Apparently they’d gone out to the gay bars and Steve had, maybe, still been a little drunk when they stumbled into the sex shop the next morning.

(It had been before breakfast so he hadn’t been able to soak up the alcohol with a couple of the generously filled bagels from his favourite place. Or get the donuts he’d been craving from that one store - hadn’t stopped thinking about them since the last time he visited her.)

But basically he doesn’t think, he just sees that it’s big. Maybe too big. But he thinks about the word full, and he can’t help but buy it.

It’s bigger than Eddie, Eddie’s can admit that, he’s man enough. Looking down at it on the bed, this thing is kinda huge. But Steve just looks up at him, eyes all big and pleading, mouth a little pouty and Eddie knows he’s going to give Steve everything he asks for if it’s the last thing he does.

and Steve knows it too, knows it as he whispers his idea into eddies ear, with all the filthy little details. Smiles as he trails his hand up his boyfriends thigh, feels him hard in his jeans, just from talking about it.

Steves going to get exactly what he wants, he's going to be full.

They don’t set a date necessarily, but schedules line up and time frees and the next day is there for sleeping in and it just kind of happens.

Steve has a shower beforehand and stretches himself on his fingers. Lets Eddie watch as he works their biggest plug into himself, ready to let it sit there through the meal, a good start for what’s to come.

Steve thinks about his plans for later as he sucks in to button his too small shirt and tuck it into jeans are just getting tight, just starting to bite.

Eddie watches, loosing braincells and they haven’t even started yet.

They can't really go out to dinner, not like they want, like a real date. So Steve likes to make it special at home, set the table, light a couple candles, hold eddies hand across the tablecloth. It works.

He also couldn't eat the way he wants if they were out, or dress the way he has. And where’s the fun in that?

So they stay at home. It’s perfect.

Steve made lasagne.

Eddie has his standard serving and Steve works his way through the rest of the pan, more than enough for five, maybe six people. Eddie has two or three spices of garlic bread and Steve devours the loaf. Sopping up sauce, uncaring that it drips onto his shirt, stains his mouth.

Eddie helps him finish the last couple pieces, the last mouthfuls, cleaning the plate. Looking at Steve with so much adoration. Perched on his chair, knees between Steve’s spread thighs, Eddie trails his fingers through the gaps in Steve’s shirt. Where the buttons strain against his belly, windows of pale skin, threads ready to snap.

He pushes the last piece of greasy bread past Steve’s lips, hand exploring the hard crest of his belly. ‘Getting full baby?’ Eddie asks, plucking the button at the widest part. ‘Not even close’ Steve huffs, unable to take a full breath, but aching for more.

Steve grabs the quarter that’s left from the bottle of soda, brings it to his lips and chugs. Eyes closed but Eddie’s watching, watching the bubbles hit his stomach and round his belly impossibly bigger. ‘Oh’ Eddie says, awed. Steve feels his stomach surge forward, the faint sound of a button hitting the tile. He groans around his final gulps, other hand prodding and feeling where his belly’s broken through the shirt, stretched it to breaking. He moans and pants, finishing with a wet burp. Eddie’s hands never leaving, petting and prodding and kissing over his form.

Eddie takes the empty bottle, crowding into Steve’s space, panting into his mouth and Steve feels Eddie’s hard cock straining his jeans, grinding lightly against Steve’s exposed middle. ‘Ready for part two?’ Eddie asks, kissing Steve and dipping his tongue in to taste. Steve moans, sucking on Eddie’s tongue, he’s so ready.

They manage to make it to the bedroom eventually, between making out and Steve stopping to pant around his full stomach. Eddie stopping them just to grope at Steve’s plush sides and grind filthily against the plug in his ass. They make it to the bedroom.

Eddie strips Steve of his clothes slowly, savouring each button that’s left, watching it slide out of its hole with a ping, pulled apart by Steve girth, framing his round belly so nicely. Undoing Steve’s jeans and fly, knuckles against still soft underbelly, pulling them down to expose Steve’s dimpled thighs. He’s all hard and soft, muscle and soft pale chub, fullness and overindulgence over his whole broad frame.

They prop him against the pillows, nearly laying flat but not quiet, high enough to see Eddie over the crest of his belly, enough to comfortably spoon the soft tub of ice cream into his panting mouth. Pillow under his hips and knees bent to allow Eddie access to his greedy hole thats aching to be stretched. Pink all over like Steve’s weeping cock.

Eddie has to grind the heel of his hand into his own boxer clad dick. He’s so amazed by Steve already, popping his buttons, laying there so round and pretty, starting on the gallon of ice cream he’d requested. Just what he needs to get him there, stuffed enough, dazed enough, to reach his peak.

Steve squirms, ‘Eddie.’ He whines, sucking the spoon clean, impatient to get started. Eddie chuckles, kissing Steve’s belly and pressing two fingers against the plug. ‘I got you baby.’ He says, pulling it out and pushing it back in a few times. Watching Steve’s eyes flutter shut on a moan, lips pink and sticky and strawberry red as his desert.

Taking the plug out, Eddie squirts lube on his fingers, circling Steve’s shining hole. Still wet but Eddie wants it wetter, wants him soaking.

Three fingers slip in easily. Steve shoves more ice cream in his mouth. Eddie goes for four. Steve sighs, filling his mouth again, relishing in the stretch of his stomach and hole. He cants his hips slightly, feels Eddie’s fingers go deeper, brushing that spot. His belly sloshing and his hard cock bouncing against it, he moans, feels so big, so round.

Eddie scissors his fingers, leaning over Steve to lick into his mouth. Taste his berry red lips and feel the hard soft of Steve’s stomach against his flat one. ‘You ready baby?’ Eddie asks leaning away enough to look in Steve’s eyes, pupils blown wide. ‘Ready to be full?’ And Steve whines, pulls Eddie’s head back down to crash their mouths together, all spit and tongue and heat. Steve turns away first, panting again, can’t hold his breath from all the food inside him. ‘Pl-please Eddie.’ he says, whiny, desperate, gulping for air. shoving more fatty desert in his mouth.

Eddie grabs the toy from behind him, holding it in his hands for a sec, taking in the weight and girth against his palms. He looks at Steve through his lashes, brings the tip up to his mouth and kisses it. Steve can’t pull his eyes away, spoon moving slower now from tub to waiting mouth. Eddie takes the attention in his stride, slipping the thick head past his lipe, groaning at how quickly the girth fills him up, almost makes him gag. ‘Fuck.’ Steve breaths and Eddie slips his eyes open, watching the melted ice cream fall off Steve’s spoon and onto his hairy pecs, enamoured by Eddie’s display. He pushes the toy an inch further, fucking his own mouth, making himself gag. Steve whines again.

Eddie pulls off, panting slightly. But he smirks as Steve moves a little again, humping his hips into the air couple times, making his cock bob and slap against his belly. ‘I got you baby.’ Eddie soothes, voice raspy, making them both leak.

Eddie coats the toy, some dripping onto the bed, and circles the tip around Steve’s loose rim. He pops just the head inside right as Steve shoves the spoon in his mouth again, just to watch his eyes roll back on a moan. It’s so hot. Eddie pushes a couple inches more in, Steve pants, eyes closed tight. Eddie pulls out a fraction and goes back in, adding a little more. ‘Oh my god Eddie, oh my god.’ Steve babbles, delirious. Shivering at the intrusion, the stretch at his hole and pull at his stomach.

Eddie dips forward, hand holding the toy still within Steve. He licks up the fallen ice cream from Steve’s chest hair, sucking a round pink nipple into his mouth. His pecs have gotten so thick and pretty lately, like a real set of tits, Eddie’s never been a boob man but he’s obsessed with Steve’s. ‘Fuck baby.’ Eddie moans, switching to the other pec and opening his mouth wide, trying to fit the whole thing inside, licking at the little pink stretch mark he has there.

Steve moans, fingers coming to tangle in Eddie’s curls and push his face further into his own softness. ‘Oh god Eddie, Eddie please.’ He says as Eddie pushed the toy in further, slowly filling Steve to the brim.

Eddie pulls away, eyes hooded and dark, staring at Steve’s open mouth. ‘How, how far is it?’ Steve asks, voice high, and needy.

Sitting back on his haunches Eddie looks down at the toy in his hands, ‘about half way baby, you’re doing so good Stevie, taking it so well.’ Eddie says, amazed by how Steve’s thick body is eating up the length, stretching to accommodate. ‘Just relax a little more for me yeah? Did you finish your desert?’

Steve’s hands have stopped scooping, his head resting back on the pillows. ’Ed’s, Eddie, need help.’ he whines, gesturing vaguely to his distended belly. He must be getting really full, his stretch marks shining and bellybutton jumping with each gulp and hiccup of breath.

Eddie takes the ice cream to see what’s left, mostly soupy and melted now, about half to go. He licks the spoon clean and tosses it aside, keeps the tub close by on the bed and pushes his knee against the flat hilt of the toy. He rest both hands gently against the widest curve of Steve’s stomach, packed tight with food. ‘I got you baby, just relax for yeah? Just a little more. Just need a little more room don’t you?’ He soothes, rubbing his hands over the dome, fingers dipping into the layer of pudge. Grabbing the still soft section of overhang and tracing the roll of spare tire that travels all around Steve’s scarred hips.

Steve stars to release wet little burps along with his moans, sinking further into the pillows he relaxes even more, opening up, letting the toy in.

‘So so good baby, you’re almost there, just a little more for me now.’ and Steve looks up, blinks his sleepy sugar high eyes at Eddie. Licks the lips of his sweet needy mouth as the tub gets passed back to him. ‘More.’ he begs, like a prayer, ’full.’ Like it’s sacred. Tipping the tub back and letting the thick liquid take him there, that ultimate feeling.

Steve gulps as much as he can, skin and insides stretch tight, full to the brim. He burps again, ‘m’full, m’so full Eddie.’ He manages, letting his hand roam the stretched wide ball of his belly. Grabbing onto his underbelly to squeeze and lift the whole impossibly large thing. ‘Feel so fucking big, so fucking full.’ He’s so stretched open, so packed tight.

Eddie watches, awed, as Steve manhandles himself, making his soft parts jiggle around his distended gut. He looks down at the toy, so close to being all the way in, Steve’s cock sitting heavy and red and leaking just above.

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ Eddie pleads, so amazed by Steve, by his love. Taking to toy so well, eating so much, pushing himself to the limits again.

Steve shifts like he wants to move, but flops back down quickly, panting. ‘Jus, just want to be full Eddie please.’ He begs and Eddie kissed over his stomach again, swirling his tongue into Steve’s bellybutton just to hear him moan. ‘I got you. Just a little more.’

Steve nods vaguely, bringing the tub back to his lips. Draining the rest, swallowing the cool creamy liquid as fast as he can, letting it land in any remaining cracks and crevices. And Eddie pushes the toy in the rest of the way, right to the flat base, all the way in. Filling his baby up just like he asked for.

‘Oh, oh my god Eddie.’ Steve whines, delirious. Completely and utterly stuffed. He tosses the empty tub aside and gropes at himself, toes curling and hips canting just to feel his swollen belly move.

He’s never felt so stretched, so split open and big, so round and stuffed and finally, finally, full.

Eddie pulls the toy out a fraction and fucks in back in, sticking his tongue back into Steve’s wide sensitive belly button, sucking and swirling as he moves the toy in and out of Steve’s writhing frame. Everything building and growing and stretching. Steve’s mind and body and soul ready to snap to fall over the precipice.

Eddie pushed his face further into Steve’s stomach, against the impossible fullness, licking and kissing and sucking while his hand moves the toy. Steve thinks, vaguely, that if he was still skinny you might be able to see the toy in his abdomen, see it bulge. But as he is there no hope, too much food and fat and indulgence between. He puts his hands on either side of his belly, feeling how wide it’s gotten, how big he is.

Eddie slams the toy back in, catching Steve’s prostate as he goes.

Steve wails.

Eddie feels hot wet cum hit his chin. Steve releasing untouched all over his packed belly. Eddie keeps fucking the toy, milking Steve’s cock with his hand, watching the final pearls slip out of him as he pants and stills. Cheeks red and eyes glassy.

‘So fucking pretty. God Steve, you, I can’t believe you.’ Eddie says smearing Steve’s cum on his boxers as he ruts against his stomach, leaning forward to kiss Steve all over, lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue.

‘Ed- Eddie. Fuck, fuck me, please.’ Steve whimpers, voice small and pleading. Eddie almost comes from the sound alone.

‘Yeah?’ he asks, ridiculously hard. ‘You want me cum in you baby?’ He takes off his boxers and licks a stripe up the underside of Steve cock, over the slit, wanting to taste.

Steve just moans, splayed out on the bed, spent and held under the weight of his full gut. ‘Pl-please’ he slurs, wanting Eddie, wanting to be full of Eddie now.

Eddie soothes him, petting over his thighs and pulling the toy out of Steve slowly. He groans, watching Steve’s pink hole stay stretched and open as he reaches the narrower tip. ‘Fuck Steve. You’re gonna be so loose.’ And he pushes the toy back in a little, rubbing against Steve’s prostate, watching his cock get hard again as he continues to moan, wanton and floaty from the top of the bed. Never fully coming down from his orgasm, still stuck in that amazingly full headspace.

Eddie finally takes the toy out, after fucking the whole impossible length in and out. Once Steve’s cock is hard and red in his hand again, wanting to get his baby off twice, just for being so amazing tonight, taking so much so well. He pets over Steve’s wet hole, easily slipping four fingers in. ‘M’not gonna last baby, but gonna fill you up, kay? Fill you up and put the toy back in so you feel me for days. Gonna wake you up tomorrow by filling you again, you’re gonna be loose for me baby, gonna be so easy to slip inside.’ Eddie babbles, delirious and turned on.

Steve’s mostly still he’s so spent. Just letting out a series of needy whines and whimpers, lost in the filth of Eddie’s words, the feeling of his heavy body.

Finally sliding his aching cock into Steve’s wet heat Eddie’s back arches, face to the ceiling. ‘Fuck.’ He moans.

He rocks his hips and grabs Steve’s thighs for purchase. Relentlessly fisting Steve’s cock, circling his hips and relishing in how stretched Steve is, how loose and wet and perfect he is. ‘Together, come again for me baby, with - with me.’ Eddie pants, gripping Steve’s belly with one hand, sinking his fingers in.

‘Eddie.’ Steve whines finally lifting his head back up. Eyes glossy and distant, mouth panting and so so pretty. He’s so pretty. Fucked out and loose. Hopelessly, helplessly stuffed. ‘Gonna, m’gonna.’ He manages, a tear slipping out and falling into his sweaty hair.

Eddie stares at him, looks down at his hand fisting Steve’s cock, his own cock fucking in and out of Steve’s hole. Watches how the movement makes Steve’s body wobble, belly swaying and bouncing with each of Eddie’s thrusts. ‘Fuck. Fuck.’ He says watching Steve’s eyes roll back in his head, body tensing and grabbing at his own mass again, leaking and coming all over himself for a second time tonight.

Eddie can’t hold it. His vision sparks and bursts and he releases buried deep inside. Filling Steve up, fucking it in and out of him. Squeezing and grinding and loosing himself in it.

Eventually they come back up for air. Come back down to earth.

Eddie slips out and crawls around to Steve’s side, up close so he can see his face and cradle his cheek. He wipes a tear away, kissing his jaw and slack lips, whispering praise into his hair. Until Steve is breathing more normally again, still short but not actively panting, coming back down from his high.

‘I’m gonna go get something to clean us up okay baby?’ Eddie asks, not wanting to leave Steve alone without confirmation, he drifted so far, took so much so well.

Steve blinks his big glassy eyes at Eddie slowly, smiling all dopey once he focuses on Eddie’s face. Steve looks down at Eddie’s lips and pouts his slightly for a kiss. Eddie smiles and obliges, he’s so cute. ‘Jus’ don’t be long.’ Steve says, eyelids drooping again. ‘Wanna cuddle.’ And Steve shimmies down the bed a little as best he can, sinking more comfortable into the pillows. He shivers as he feels Eddie’s cum leak out of his hole, it almost feels numb after the toy split him open the way it did.

He stops moving when his belly sloshes uncomfortably, still digesting his huge meal but he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt so content, so spent and satiated. He’d never been so full.

Eddie comes back with tissues and a towel, wiping between Steves legs gently and easing the pillows from under his hips. Steve sighs, he loves how careful and caring Eddie is after they do something like this, after Steve pushes himself. It took a little while, coaxing and tentative, but once they realised how much they both enjoy stuffing Steve’s to the brim it was like the floodgates opened and they haven’t looked back. Just another pilar in their love, another aspect of how much they adore each other. Steve feels like the luckiest guy in the world, to have Eddie.

Eddie wipes over Steve’s chest and face, ridding him of any lingering spit and stickiness. Kissing as he goes. Steve’s really fighting sleep now but he wants to lay on his side, wants Eddie to spoon him and fall asleep with Eddie’s hand on where his belly now rests on the bed.

But Steve wants to see that pretty blush on Eddie’s cheeks one more time, tease him like he did when he first showed him the toy.

Steve lets Eddie pull more pillows away from behind his head, laying down flatter and more normally, getting them ready for sleep. Steve rocks a little, huffing and attempting to roll into his side. For a second putting his full strength into it, just to see. And, dizzyingly, he’s kind of really is that full, that tired and round, that it would be an actual effort to get himself over on his own.

He doesn’t tell Eddie he could, not yet, he just lets Eddie see it’s a struggle. ‘Help baby, please.’ He whines, looking up through his lashes and seeing Eddie stopped in his tracks, hand still where it was wiping the damp towel over his own flat stomach.

Steve half pushes on his elbows again, trying to shift his weight over but flops back flat quickly enough, huffing with half fake effort and blinking up at Eddie.

‘Fuck.’ Eddie whispers. Steve thinks he sees his cock jump. And he can’t help but smile, relishing in the attention and lust he can get Eddie to give him, look at him with.

Eddie grabs Steve’s outstretched hand, other coming to the roll of his waist. counting down softly and then tugging to tip Steve over. Steve helps and then adjusting his belly slightly, letting it rest soft and round next to him, filling up more of the bed that he ever thought imaginable. He trails his finger over it, over the stretch marks and scars. dipping into his wide bellybutton and snuggling down into the pillows.

Eddie’s still staring at him. Amazed by Steve’s change. Amazed that they can have nights like this now, wrapped up in each other. Nothing to hide from that’s more than an extra bill or an annoying neighbour. No monsters, no gashes in the ceiling. They can just be together, safe and in love, exploring each others wants and desires.

And that feeling covers Steve on the outside, over his chest and hips and thighs. That rest, that relaxation and safety. All soft skin and chubby belly.

Eddie throws out the tissues and tosses the towel in the hamper. Crawling into bed next to Steve, pulling the sheets over them both and kissing all over his neck and shoulders. Nuzzling into the hair that curls around his neck, wrapping him up in his arms and sliding up as close as he can, right up against Steve’s broad scarred back. He squeezes him, holding his belly and breathing him in.

Steve sighs, sinking into Eddie’s hold, sinking into the sheets. He feels sleep curling at his eyelids and mind, letting the food and exertion take over finally.

They fall asleep, wrapped up in each other. Hands entwined over Steve’s full stomach.

hehe

ao3

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#this has so many elements of different kinks lol #for fun!#<3 #hotlunch #ask #steddie wg #chubby steve harrington #weight gain writing

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fbfh · 2 years

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steve x reader x eddie hcs

wc: 1k

warnings: one mention of harringrove being "grossly sexual", brief making out, dustin has the brain cell as always

a/n: I just watched st4 vol2 and I DON'T LIKE THIS!!!!!!! CHRISSY WAKE UP!!!!!! also I started writing this after vol1 was released and it was before steddie was accepted as the ship name which is why steveddie comes up (which is terrible) anyway yeah love these boys love their dynamic going to fight the duffer brothers on sight /j

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @Ronnasey @the-snake-pit @inqueee

Ooooh girl

You thought harringrove was competitive??

Which like

They are

But harringrove is competitive in a very grossly sexual way

Their arguing is just sexual tension yk

But steddie????

(btw are we decided on that as the ship name bc I REFUSE to call them “steveddie” 🤢🤢🤢)

(it’s giving stevonnie but rancid??? Don’t like it)

Anyway Steve and Eddie kind of actually hate each other at first??

They have VERY clashing aesthetics

Even just their music

Steve can sing along to pretty much any pop song on the radio

Eddie has all of Iron Maiden's discography memorized

And they scoff at each other’s music taste every time

They get none of each others references

Which is especially bad for Steve because every time he misses one of Eddie’s nerd references Eddie’s like “I told you this guy has NO taste why are you letting him hang around??” in a way that makes you laugh and makes Steve a little pissy

Steddie are competitive because Eddie is very dramatic and always doing the most, and Steve is like “I can do that too, okay”

Steve won’t hesitate to roast Eddie a little either

“Yeah, well, at least I have better hair”

“...low fucking blow man”

Yeah Steve is competitive and Eddie is dramatic and NEITHER of them can back down from a challenge

You are the one piece of overlap holding them together

Over time they start grow fond of each other

Which starts with calling a truce over their shared affection for you

They’re watching you do something cute

Maybe you fell asleep on both of them, maybe you just did something really cute and on brand for you, maybe you’re helping Dustin with girl problems

But they’re both just staring at you, their love obvious to anyone in the room

Including each other

They both kind of realize hey this guy likes you as much as I do

There’s a shared comfort that you have more than one person to take good care of you and love you like you deserve to be loved

They know you’ll never be lonely, you’ll always have someone there with you

So when Steve sees Eddie with his arm around you at his basketball games

Or when Eddie sees you and Steve giggling and talking a little too close while he’s setting up a dnd meeting

It now brings a sense of comfort

You’re getting everything you need, all the time

And jesus fucking christ these boys are SUCH loyal bastards

So duh they’ll do whatever they need to to make sure you’re good

To make sure you’re being kissed and cuddled and smiling

That you always have a hand to hold and someone to help you check items off the shopping list

You really are the glue that held them together

And now they’re held together by their love for you and respect for each other

You’re probably going to have to remind Steve that he’s cool too

He won’t admit it but boy’s self esteem has PLUMMETED over the past few years

Sometimes he’ll go on these not so secretly self deprecating rants about how EvErYbOdY LoVeS a BaD bOy while he tidies up, dish towel tossed over his shoulder

And of course he’s not cool, he’s the babysitter who wore a sailor suit for an entire summer

PLEASE tell him you think he’s cool AND hot

And wink at him when you tell him you have a thing for babysitters

[cue making out noises]

And EDDIE????? Dear god

He has to stand next to Steve “the hair” Harrington aka the king of Hawkins High and not feel insecure?????

Yeah right

So you sit on his lap and twirl his hair and tell him how unique and hot he is

And trace his tattoos while you talk too

[cue more making out noises]

Once they finally eventually get on the same page????

All three of you are co parenting dustin

Whenever Steve and Eddie get on his nerves you just hear him yell your name from the other room

You enter with a sigh and before you can ask what’s wrong everyone’s yelling over each other

And Dustin is like “THEY’RE BEING DICKHEADS”

You get them to calm down

Which doesn’t take much effort, you have a magnetic comforting presence and they all love being around you

And have him explain what’s going on

“...yeah guys that’s kind of dickheadish”

And later at night when you’re all cuddled up on the couch

You’re sandwiched between them watching the movies Steve brought back from family video

Your head is on Eddie’s shoulder, cheek smushed against the soft, worn denim of his vest

You’re holding Steve’s arm, fingers intertwined

You’re not asleep

Not yet, not really

But you’re drowsy

You feel them work together to tuck a blanket over you without moving you or waking you up

You hear their quiet conversation under their breath about how great you are, how much they love you

That silent agreement to always keep you safe and happy and loved strengthens their bond in moments like this

Bonding over you

You’re not asleep yet, but you know you could be

You could let yourself fall asleep like this, squished up between their warm bodies and muscles while risky business or ferris bueller's day off plays in front of you, illuminating you in the flickering light of the screen

And you would sleep so well

So deep and peacefully knowing you have your Stevie and your dungeon master there to take care of you

Just like they always have and always will

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things poly #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #steddie #steddie x reader #steddie headcanon #steve x reader x eddie #eddie x reader x steve

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year

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Steve and Robin Besties Fic Recs

stobin platonic besties supremacy ☆*: .｡.╰(*°▽°*)╯.｡.:*☆

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

i'm feeling (like i never should) by fivecenturiesverse - Rated T

Eddie accidentally comes out to Robin and Steve without even thinking about it, he doesn't get the reaction he expected.

And apparently because he’s a fucking idiot he says, “I thought being gay was going to be the worst part of my life and then bam fucking aliens.”

Robin sits up so fast she almost bangs her head on Steve’s chin, who is still straddling her lap and like, what wouldn’t Eddie give to be Robin right now and shit now his brain is catching up with his mouth and why did he say that and why won’t Robin and Steve stop staring at him like that, oh shit. “You’re gay too?” says Robin and that sort of wipes Eddie’s brain clean and white and static.

Robin and Steve's Epic Platonic Soulmate Mixtape by findafight - Rated T

In late January, 1984, Robin saw Steve Harrington stand stock still in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at a house with twinkling Christmas lights. She thought it was weird, but wasn’t going to comment and was about to walk around him when she realized his hands were shaking and repeatedly clenching and unclenching. And, because Robin could never leave well enough alone, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Or, Robin and Steve meet post season 1 and begin their friendship early, despite Robin's confusion at how exactly it happened.

(You Gotta) Cut Loose by sandypeaches - Rated G

Steve & Robin make use of their free Friday evening, watch "Footloose" & figure some stuff out.

The Love Meister by agentM40 - Rated G

Murray has some confrontations about the nature of Steve and Robin's relationship.

We've got each other by Kurahie - No Rating

Steve helping Robin through her first major post-Starcourt breakdown. They love each other in literally the most platonic way.

With a Capital P by FallingUpTheStairz - Rated G

Steve's love language is physical touch and Robin learns to work with that.

Matching Bruises by jadeluvr - Rated G

Eddie gave one last tug, and pushed them both through the gate. A rush of air filled his lungs, but Robin was still gasping for air, leaving red marks from her nails on her throat as her face was turning purple. There was faint dots of red staining the bottom of her shirt, and Eddie felt immediate concern, but Robin was holding out her hand again, pointing at Steve who was struggling on the ground of the Upside Down.

OR: in a world where soulmates feel each other’s pain, robin and steve are platonic soulmates.

alone together by Sarcastic_Metaphor - Rated M

There’s only one person in Hawkins that Steve feels safe enough going to when his family is giving him hell. There’s only one person in the world that makes Robin feel safe enough to be herself. Neither of them are quite alright, but they’d do absolutely anything for each other.

(A character study fic on Steve and Robin’s friendship + my own HC’s on their codependency bc neither of these bitches should be even remotely emotionally sound. There’s also a good helping of solo Steve angst for dessert)

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse - Rated T

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh.

“I don’t have a —”

“You do, I can feel it. Gross.”

“Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone.

“Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though.

Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?”

Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?”

#veryace recs #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #fanfic recs #steve harrington and robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates

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planetbiomes · 10 months

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okay hi!!!

(im asking from main btw! polyamorous el here!)

so, idk if u saw tags under your posts but im absoultely invented in your stranger things spiderverse au AND SO HERE COMES THE QUESTION

i love dustins backstory, but u didn't tell anything about his relationship with el so im curious how it works for him! bc we already know that mike will try to stand far from will bc we doesnt want to lose him but it will be too hard for both of them, but what about dustin? will he catch some feelings for el? and if he'll do, will he try to not pursue any romantic relationship with her bc he would be scared that what happened to suzie will happen to El as well?

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sorry kinda excited about it. anyway, love your little comic <3

OMFG HIIII SOMEONE WHO IS AS OBSESSED WITH HENDERHOP AS ME??? A DREAM COME TRUE 🥰

Also I completely forgot to add Henderhop to their backstories so my bad! ^^’ I do want to expand their backstories with more comics in the future! But for now I’ll just ramble here 😛

In Dustin’s universe, he’s really good friends with Will and El, he knows Mike through Eddie, and seeing his good friend as another Spider-Man is endearing to him so he visits Mike in his universe a lot to get away from most things-

However in his universe he and El are good friends but never get the chance to talk considering she is still with Mike, at first- he was never interested in relationships after everything that happened with Suzie, it was too hard to bare at the time. He was out of it for the most part- he drifted away from Mike, El, Will and all of his friends. However when he went into the Spiderverse with Mike and met this El- they sort of began to bond. Mike and Will had their own problems trying to avoid each other, but realized that avoiding the problem won’t fix anything, they try to make amends as best they can together. With Lucas and Max trying to fix things as well they are sort of stuck in the middle and decided to support each other, Dustin began to open up to El because she was the only one who was there to listen and genuinely understand. She told him what she went through too, they finally found someone on equal footing with each other.

It began to shift into a more complex friendship, he would visit her universe just to talk, and she would do the same.

They both agreed to keep their relationship strictly as friends, until Dustin would be up at night thinking about her, his feelings became mixed and it troubled him, he confronted El saying how scared he was to loose her as well.

He could never imagine the world without her in it and it scared him. “The world needs Spider woman. But what happens when I need her more?”

She felt his anguish, but from what they’ve seen from Will and Mike, trying to avoid anything and each other doesn’t solve anything, it hurts more to stop.

“Then why stop?”

She told him that Spider man or no, they are people too, sure they aren’t normal but who cares? They have each others backs and understand each other more than anyone else in the world. Maybe that’s worth more than something?

Yes they do get together! And they stay together! They have minor bumps in the road in their relationship but they communicate and pull through it together, they understand everyone around them more than they know, what they see around them makes their relationship stronger, and they teach each other a lot of things, El’s relationship with Hopper gets stronger because Dustin tells her to keep the people she loves the most close to her. And in return, she tells him to open up to his close ones, allowing him to build up the courage to talk to Steve.

They are just such a cute ship and I think they would be the most healthy relationship but that’s my opinion lolll

Also they would do the iconic upside down Spiderman kiss except Dustin would jump back onto the ground so they can do the kiss <3

And they hold hands the most out of everyone, the first time they talked they held hands as sort of support and understanding of each other, it became their connection to hold each other tight and never let go. :)

Hope that answers your question!! Sorry it’s long but I love to talk about their stories aaaaaaa I will make more art of them and of the others as well because I love them too much- thanks for the question :D

#stranger things #spidey el #spidey mike #spidey will #spidey dustin #henderhop #Henderhop ask #ask and you shall receive #ST au #stranger things au #el hopper #dustin henderson #Henderhop au #spiderverse au

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