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steddiewithachance · 8 months

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"Likewise"

(Steve shows up to Wayne and Eddie's house with all of his belongings on his back and it makes Eddie remember when he was in the same position)

Dedicated to my lovely and wonderful AND awesome friend, Birdie

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Eddie and Wayne have always been pretty inseparable, since Eddie was 11 and made a trek across Indiana to find him. But after all the Vecna shit happened, after the manhunt and the three week hospital visit, Wayne had been especially clingy. Wayne's version of being clingy is constantly asking Eddie to do mundane things with him, it's intense love and worry and near loss disguised as casual invitations.

Eddie is endeared by it even though he'll play his part: roll his eyes and act annoyed like it's a chore.

This afternoon Wayne had knocked on Eddie's door and asked "Hey Eds wanna come out'n watch the game with me?"

And Eddie flung open the door with a huge sarcastic grin. "Me? A sports ball match TV game? You know I wouldn't miss it for the world, Uncle Wayne!" Wayne scoffed and Eddie grabbed his acoustic guitar so that he could entertain himself while he kept Wayne company in the living room.

Which is where they are now. Eddie is spread across the couch. He's aimlessly moving his fingers around the fretboard until he finds a chord that sounds nice while a sports announcer drones on in the background. Sometimes Eddie will look up to find Wayne in his old recliner watching him instead of the game. Eddie doesn't say anything, just gives him a reassuring smile.

It's raining kind of hard today, which normally would be stressful. Eddie and Wayne would be running around the house with buckets trying to catch water from all the new places the rain was leaking in. But with their shiny new government gifted place, they could sit back and enjoy the weather.

Eddie violently startles when someone knocks on the door. He sets his guitar to the side and Wayne turns the TV volume down. "Who is it?" Eddie calls out while walking towards the door.

"Steve." He hears in response.

When Eddie opens the door he's confronted with a very distraught-looking boyfriend. He looks like he's been crying, he has two dufflebags and a backpack, and he's soaking wet from the rain. Eddie immediately steps back and lets him in.

"Sweetheart, what's going on?" Eddie asks closing the door behind them even though he has a pretty good idea what the bags mean. Steve sniffles and lets his stuff fall to the floor. He startles when he realizes Wayne is in the room too. He's quiet for a few moments, maybe composing himself, Eddie thinks. Always trying to be brave and strong even when he doesn't have to, this one.

"Can I sleep over tonight?" Steve asks like it's taking a lot of effort to do so, even if he's slept over a dozen times already. "My parents... I need a place to stay and Robin's out of town and I felt kinda weird letting any of the kids see me like this" Steve wipes his nose but his sleeve is just as wet and he looks miserable, so Eddie reaches out and wipes Steve's nose with his own sleeve.

"I'm gross, sorry" Steve apologizes.

"Of course you can stay here, Stevie, is that even a question? Let's get you something dry to wear-" Eddie tells him, when he's suddenly and overwhelmingly hit with the dreamy feeling of deja vu. He looks back at Wayne wondering if he's thinking the same thing. Wayne's meets his gaze and his mouth twitches into a half smile.

Eddie grabs Steve's stuff and pulls him into his bedroom. After he sets everything down, he gently runs his hands up under Steve's shirt, until it's all bunched up right under his chin. Eddie pulls the wet fabric over his shoulders and off his arms. Eddie leans forward and plants kisses on each of Steve's perfectly freckled shoulders.

Once Steve is all changed and sat on the foot of the bed, Eddie stands over him and wraps a blanket over his head and shoulders like a little burrito. He looks adorable like this, all cozy.

"You want to talk about what happened, or not yet?" Eddie whispers, to keep the energy in the room gentle and light. Steve shakes his head without thinking and looks up at him for reassurance. Eddie leans down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "That's okay, Babylove. You know you gave me crazy deja vu walking through that door with your duffle bags in the rain?" Eddie places his hands on either side of Steve's blanketed head.

"When I came to live with Wayne it was raining too. I always thought rain was a bad omen, you know? But then in english class one year, we talked about how in literature, rain is like symbolic of change and new beginnings. And I thought, 'yeah actually that makes a lot of sense'." Eddie speaks quietly while Steve looks up at him, listening. "Do you want to hear the story of how I met Wayne?"

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1977

When Eddie steps out of the school building he sees that the cloudy sky has gotten darker since recess. That's a bad omen, he thinks to himself, but hears it in his dad's southern drawl.

He makes his way towards the front school gates, twisting his backpack strings together, a nervous habit. A swarm of children, mostly younger than him, begin to unlock their bikes from where they're chained and wheel them towards the street. Eddie pushes his way through the crowd to do the same.

He feels kind of sick grabbing the handlebars of a bike he knows full well shouldn't belong to him. He should have known that when he asked his dad for a bike it would have been stolen from some other poor kid. He feels terrible thinking about the night his dad brought it home and put a sticker over where another kid's name was carved into the paint. He shakes his head and rides over to the tree where he promised to meet his best friend, Daniel.

Daniel's already there waiting for him, talking loudly to some kid from the other sixth-grade class.

"See you Monday!" Daniel yells out as the kid hops on his bike and takes off down the street. Daniel has a smile on his face, always has been better at making friends than Eddie. He's a sweet kid, but kind of naïve.

"Hey," Eddie mutters propping his bike against the tree. Daniel turns towards him and his eyes immediately catch on Eddies forehead.

"I still can't get used to you without hair. It's weird." Daniel says petting Eddie's buzzed head. "I kinda think it looked better before."

"Yeah yeah, I already told you my dad made me." Eddie swats his hand away. "Did you ask your brother? About driving me to Hawkins?"

"Oh yeah... he said it's too far. Sorry." Daniel barely looks regretful. Eddie's heart drops.

"What?! But did you tell him I could give him money and weed?" Eddie's starting to panic. If Daniel's older brother Paul, who just got his license wouldn't drive him to Hawkins, he was gonna have to think of a new plan, and fast.

"Oh no I forgot that part, oops. Well he's picking me up in 10 minutes, just ask him yourself." Daniel complains, and Eddie doesn't blame him for not taking it seriously. Daniel doesn't understand the urgency of the situation, Eddie hasn't really told anyone why he needs to get to Hawkins so badly.

Eventually Paul pulls up in front of them, hitting the curb a little which just screams new driver and Eddie grimaces. Beggars can't be choosers, he supposes. He follows Daniel to the car. The kid gracelessly plops into the passenger seat and Eddie leans down to talk to his brother through the open door.

Paul has long blonde hair that makes Eddie miss his own hair desperately and a scar on his lip that he apparently got while skiing one winter. As always, he looks handsome, Eddie admits to himself and tries not to blush. He shakes the thought.

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"Was he more handsome than me?" Steve interrupts Eddie recounting the story. He's pouting.

"Steve," Eddie exhales exasperatedly, "Not even close. Let me finish the story though."

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"Hi Paul."

"Hey kid."

Eddie's face twists up, doesn't want Paul to think of him like a kid.

"Look Paul, I really need your help. I need to see my uncle and I would really be grateful if you could drive me." And before Paul can object Eddie adds, "I have money and weed that I can give you in exchange."

Paul clearly considers this. "How much?"

"How much weed? Uh I dunno a baggie?" Eddie puts his fingers up to demonstrate how much weed he remembers there being in the bag.

"No no, how much money?" Paul chuckles fondly. Meanwhile Daniel is ping ponging his head back and forth between his brother and Eddie.

"I have like forty bucks. I know it's not a ton, and it's a far drive, but this is really important." Eddie pleads. Paul stares out the windshield for a few moments.

"And you wanted to go tonight?" He asks Eddie who nods fervently. "When would you need a ride back?"

And Eddie looks at Daniel who seems bored by the whole ordeal, who is picking at the netting on his backpack. Eddie knows that if this plan works out, he won't be coming back at all. But Daniel's been good to him and Eddie hates disappointing people, so he does what his father taught him to do: he lies.

"I'm sure my uncle will drive me back, s'all good." And Paul nods his head.

"Okay kid. Let me drop Daniel home and I'll come pick you up from your place." And Eddie's heart skyrockets. Okay shit, he's actually doing this.

"Thank you! Thank's Paul. That's cool of you. Thank you." Eddie smiles big, shows all his teeth even though he's still missing a few. Paul nods and Daniel reaches forward to close the door when Eddie realizes this might be the last time he sees his best friend.

"Wait!" Eddie interrupts and grabs the door.

Paul and Daniel look at him worriedly. "Can- can I have a hug before you go?" Eddie asks Daniel shakily. He feels his throat tighten and his eyes go a little blurry. Fuck! He's always so emotional, despite Al's best efforts to chastise the sensitivity out of him.

"I guess." Daniel says, weirded out by Eddie's sudden change of tone. He unbuckles his seat belt and holds his arms out. Eddie fiercely tugs him in and realizes that Daniel can probably feel him shaking now. "But I'll see you Monday right?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, tries to will his voice to come out strong. He pulls back giving Daniel a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder. "Yeah man, see you. And see you tonight Paul. Thanks again." And instead of looking Daniel in the eyes again he turns away and grabs "his" bike.

Eddie's waiting outside with his bags and a map with directions that he carefully planned out a few nights ago. He's praying to any and all gods that his dad doesn't make it home before Paul get's there. Every time he sees a car turn onto the street he panics and prepares to run.

Despite the bad weather, and Eddie's paranoia, Paul pulls up first and Eddie lets out a huge sigh of relief. Eddie smiles at him and puts his bags in the back seat. The teen looks at him with soft eyes, clearly not as gullible as his kid brother. Knows what's really happening.

"Do you have everything?" Paul asks when Eddie sits in the passenger seat and hands over two twenties and a little bag of weed he stole from his dad's dresser. Eddie nods. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Eddie thinks it would be nice to have a brother like Paul. Never got to know him too well, but he seems to care.

"Yeah man, double and triple checked." Eddie looks into the rear view mirror just in time to see his dad's black pickup truck round the corner. He sinks into the seat. "Shit man, go! Drive!"

Paul startles into action and hits the gas. It doesn't seem like Al notices because he pulls into the parking garage speeding recklessly like he always does. When they're a few streets down, Eddie sits up again and opens the map.

"Am I gonna get arrested for kidnapping you?" Paul worries, wide eyed, as he makes his way towards the highway.

"My dad's afraid of cops. I really doubt he'd call em." Eddie responds before briefing Paul on the directions (ironically) to Hawkins' police station, where hopefully someone will know where his uncle Wayne lives.

It's a quiet drive. Eddie finds that he's not sure what to talk to a 16 year old about and would rather pay attention to directions. He can tell Paul wants to ask what he's running from, but refrains, which Eddie's thankful for. When they're about ten minutes out from Hawkins, it starts raining.

Eddie feels guilty that Paul will probably have to drive two hours home in the rain. He voices this concern, but Paul, the saint he is, reassures him it's no big deal.

Eventually they pull up to the police station and Eddie hauls his bags out of the back seat before coming back around to the passenger side door. He leaves the map with Paul and the set of hand written directions on how to get home that Eddie made for him.

"Thanks again for everything, Paul. Drive safely."

"Eddie do you want me to wait to make sure you get where you're going?" He asks softly and Eddie doesn't remember a time where anyone spoke to him with such care. He wants to cry for some reason. Wants to take him up on the offer, but doesn't want to inconvenience the teenager more than he already has.

"I'm okay, but thank you." As soon as Eddie slams the car door shut and turns towards the station, he starts to cry. He hears the gravel crunching as Paul pulls out of the parking lot behind him. Maybe this was all a mistake. He takes a deep breath, wipes his eyes and steps through the glass door.

"Hello, can I help you?," the woman behind the front desk asks, pushing her glasses down to get a good look at Eddie who is dripping rainwater onto the linoleum floor.

"Yeah. I'm here hoping someone knows where Wayne Munson lives? He's my uncle."

The woman holds up a finger and makes her way to a desk in the back of the station. She clears her throat and starts talking to a man.

Eddie shifts his weight as he tries to make out their muffled conversation. He looks up when a tall man sticks his head out and examines Eddie from across the room. The cop nods at the receptionist and grabs keys from his desk.

"You're looking for Wayne Munson?" The man, "Hopper" his badge reads, says while walking over.

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"That's when you first met Hopper?" Steve interrupts again with a small smile. Eddie rolls his eyes, fondly. He nods.

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"Yes sir." He responds to the officer.

Eddie wonders if Al has started looking for him yet. Wonders if Al walked into his room and saw half his belongings gone. Probably not. And even if he did, he'd have no idea where Eddie went. Too uninvolved in Eddie's life to know the names of any of his friends.

"Alright, he lives in the trailer park. Forest Hills. Let me drive you over." Hopper waves his hand and steps into the rain. He opens the passenger seat of his car and ushers Eddie inside.

The thing about this whole situation is that Eddie knows next to nothing about his uncle. Only hears cutting remarks about him from his father once in a blue moon. But it's the kind of cutting remark that might actually mean Wayne's a good person, if it's coming from Al. Eddie only knows he lives in Hawkins, because Al mentioned it once, in passing. "Lives in a little shit hole town no one's ever heard of while I'm out here making it big in the city," he had bragged. But it's not like Al talks enough about Wayne to immediately suspect that this is where Eddie might have ran off to. He's trying to convince himself he's safe now.

Eddie is accompanied to Wayne's door by the officer. Hopper knocks aggressively before Eddie can even get it straight in his head what he's gonna say to Wayne. The rain is coming down hard now. He's hugging his canvas duffle bag to his chest, trying to protect his sketchbooks inside from the downpour.

"Wayne Munson? It's Jim Hopper with Hawkins PD. Open up." Hopper announces, knocking again.

And almost immediately after he knocks, the door opens a crack. Eddie sees a man with greying dark brown hair cut close to his head and a patchy beard. Wayne's eyes drop to Eddie almost instantly.

"Can I help you?" Wayne asks. His accent is stronger than Al's, Eddie notices.

"I have a kid here who claims to be your nephew?" Hopper says gruffly, scratching his mustache. Wayne opens the door wider, looking Eddie up and down with wide eyes.

"I'm uh... Al's kid?" Eddie adds quietly. And Wayne's face goes through a variety of emotions before nodding to the officer.

"Thanks Jim, I'll take it from here." Wayne mutters. Eddie watches as the officer tips his head and offers a "stay dry folks," before getting back into his car.

"Come on in, kid," Wayne says opening his door for Eddie to walk past him. Eddie takes in his surroundings. The place is... sad looking. There's hardly any furniture, just a TV and a recliner in front of a coffee table which is covered in empty beer bottles. In the corner of the room there are a handful of boxes, one of which is filled to the brim with different colored mugs. This confuses Eddie a little, but overall Eddie's not getting a good vibe. Probably still better than living with Al though.

He turns back to see Wayne watching him carefully. Eddie clears his throat.

"I'm really sorry to come unannounced like this. I know we don't really know each other, and you don't owe me anything! But I- I didn't know where else to go and I was wondering if maybe it would be okay if I stayed here for a little? I can sleep on the recliner or the floor I don't need much. I just can't- I can't go home." Eddie is shivering now, he's not sure if it's anxiety from the situation or if he's just cold and wet.

Wayne nods his head and reaches his hand out for one of Eddie's bags. "S'alright kid. Let's get you dry." He took Eddie's bags and set them against the wall. He disappears down the hallway leaving Eddie shaking by the door, before reappearing with a towel. Eddie wraps it around himself while Wayne stands and looks around the place, likely, realizing how uninviting it seems to Eddie.

Wayne walks towards the coffee table and starts grabbing empty beer bottles.

"You don't have to clean for me, I don't mind." Eddie says meekly, but Wayne continues on anyways.

"S'alright kid. Why don't you get changed into something dry. Ya have any dry clothes in those bags of yours?" Motioning towards Eddie's belongings with a hand full of bottles. Eddie kneels and unzips one of the bags feeling around for something dry which most of it is. Eddie pulls out a new pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Bathroom?" Eddie asks quietly.

"Down the hall to your left."

When Eddie reemerges, the coffee table is clean. And Wayne looks up at him, puts on a smile which seems forced. He must be able to tell by Eddie's face that the smile isn't as reassuring as he was going for. He sighs and scratches the back of his head.

"Should I not have come here?" Eddie asks while stepping out of the hallway and towards the door. He's in desperate need of reassurance, just wants to know if he's safe here or not.

"No! You were right to. I mean Al, is he-" Wayne is searching Eddie's eyes for answers. "Is he hurtin' you?" Wayne crosses his arms but then quickly uncrosses them. Clearly uncomfortable, nervous. And it's making Eddie feel that way too.

"Yeah." Eddie admits into the quiet of the room softened only by the sound of rain pattering against the roof. Wayne exhales and rubs his face.

"Fuckin' bastard." Wayne mutters under his breath. "He's a piece of shit, I'm so sorry kid." Eddie just nods, agreeing. "It's uh... Edward right?" Wayne asks coyly. Eddie wonders when Wayne last talked to Al.

"I go by Eddie," he quickly amends.

"Eddie, alright. It's nice to finally meet you then, Eddie." Wayne roots around in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes before thinking better of it and tucking it back into his pocket.

"You can smoke around me, I'm used to it." Eddie shrugs and leans against the wall.

"Yeah well you shouldn't be." Wayne grumbles. He rubs his hands together and claps. "Okay so I only got one bed. I'm gonna wash the sheets and then you can take it tonight. I'll sleep on the recliner there until we figure out somethin' better. That sound okay by you?"

"No! I don't want to take your bed-"

"Just temporarily kid, s'alright. But first let's get you some food. You're as thin as store-bought thread." Wayne grabs a pair of keys off the kitchen counter and jingles them playfully.

"I don't have much around here, so lets go to the diner and then get some groceries on the way back, how's that?" He asks. Eddie nods in agreement.

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"He took me to go get blueberry pancakes. It kinda became a tradition. To get blueberry pancakes any time I had a real bad day." Eddie shares while petting Steve's damp hair.

"What made you leave home that Friday? Before the school year was over?" Steve asks, seemingly distracted from his own problems which is what Eddie was aiming for.

"Al's girlfriend found out I was..." Eddie gestures between the two of them, "you know. She was constantly holding it over my head. Said she was gonna tell him. I didn't want to find out what would happen when she did."

"And he never came looking for you?" Steve furrows his brow. Eddie smooths it over with his thumb.

"I dunno. Maybe he talked to Wayne. But eventually we found out he was sent off to prison for grand theft. He's such a disaster, my god." Eddie sighs and tilts Steve's face up towards him. "Do you want to go get blueberry pancakes, Angel? It's been a day, huh?"

"I'm so sorry to say this, Eds, but I hate blueberry pancakes." Steve shrugs the blanket off his shoulders. Eddie gasps in horror.

"You dare speak ill of my comfort food, Steve Harrington?" Eddie dramatically responds, pushing his forehead against Steve's. Steve smiles and pushes him back.

"I like chocolate chip though." Steve tries to amend. And Eddie nods in understanding.

"Okay princess, let's go get you some chocolate chip pancakes. Can I invite Wayne?" Eddie starts tearing off his pajamas and scrambling around the room for outside clothes.

"Yeah, of course Wayne can come." Steve sighs and lays back on the bed looking much more like himself than he did when he got here.

"'Kay one sec," Eddie pulls on his favorite Judas Priest shirt while he stumbles back out into the living room. "Hey old man?"

Wayne looks up from the TV at Eddie. "Everything alright?" He lowers the volume again, even though it wasn't all that loud to begin with. Wayne always does this, it's like he can't think while something is playing in the background. It's impossible to add commentary when they're watching TV together because he'll either not process what Eddie said or not catch what the TV did.

"Yeah. We were thinking of going to the diner for pancakes, it's been a day. You coming?" Eddie combs his fingers through his hair realizing he probably still has bed head. Wayne looks up at him with shiny eyes.

"I'm proud of you, y'know?" Wayne whispers. This catches Eddie off guard.

"What? For what?" Eddie crosses his arm. Doesn't like when Wayne gets sappy.

"Being a decent kid. Taking care of people the way you do." Wayne gets up and reaches for his keys just like he did in '77. "Real glad you found me when ya did, son."

"Likewise, Uncle Wayne"

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theemporium · 7 months

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It should have scared you that your boyfriend was a killer.

The whole town was terrified when the first victim was found. People became more paranoid and frightened with each victim after. Every single sane person in Hawkins, Indiana were having the normal, expected reaction to a serial killer being loose in their home and possibly being someone they know very well.

And in the beginning, you were just like them.

You felt on edge. You were scared to turn every corner when you didn’t know who could be on the other side. You were just as scared and frightened and confused as the rest of the Hawkins citizens.

And then, one fateful night, the killer revealed himself to you.

It should have fucking terrified you that your boyfriend was the ‘ghostface’ killer running through town, murdering and slashing and killing. It should have fucking disgusted you that the boy you loved—the sunshine, happy boy-next-door that was adored by everyone—was capable of such heinous and horrible crimes. It should have made you sick to the stomach to know the same hands that caressed you were the same hands capable of brutal and merciless murder.

It should have. If you were normal, it would have.

But maybe you were just as fucked up as Steve Harrington.

Maybe you were just as fucked up because despite knowing the truth, despite knowing what he was capable of and what he was continuing to do, you still wanted him. You fucking wanted him and you weren’t even sure why. You were still letting him go out into the world and taking more lives, and you were letting him come crawling through your bedroom window after all was said and done.

Just like tonight, when Steve had pulled himself through your window, acting far more agitated and annoyed than he usually was.

You barely got a chance to say anything before he was pulling his bloody clothes off (the ones he usually hid from you, or left in his car after he changed) and threw them onto your bedroom floor. He pushed you back on the bed, crawling over your body and not even letting you pull your nightgown off before he was sliding the dress up your hips and exposing your needy cunt to him.

“I do it to protect you, honey,” he groaned, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his hips thrusted. “The world is a dangerous place, not good for a good girl like you.”

“Steve,” you breathed out, your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails digging into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care as he continued to pound into you, his cock hitting that spot over and over and over.

“M’doin’ this for you,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, his heavy breathing fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck and you couldn’t help but mewl as his lips traced along your pulse point. “Need the world to be perfect for my girl. They don’t fucking deserve you, honey. They don’t fucking deserve to even look at you, let alone breath.”

“Oh shit,” you cried out, pushing your head back further into the pillow as your lips parted with a silent scream.

“Youyouyouyouyou,” he continued to chant as he fucked you, as his hips left bruises on your hips from his tight grip as his teeth marked up the skin on your throat. He was doing all of this for you, he was doing it so the world he envisioned with a future for you two in it was absolutely fucking perfect.

Everything he did would always be for you.

“Gonna keep you here,” Steve said between short and heavy pants, each word emphasised with a thrust of his hips. “All fucked out and pretty, just f’me. Whatcha think, honey? You wanna stay here and be my perfect, lil’ angel?”

You nodded dumbly, not a single coherent thought in your head able to string a sentence together.

“Mine forever,” he growled as he lifted his head, his lips just brushing against yours as he completely bottomed out inside you, staying there for a short comment. “Yeah? All mine, honey. M’gonna show the world you’re all mine.”

One hand rested beside your head to keep himself hovering above you, but the other started to trace down your body until the warmth of his palm stopped on your stomach.

“Gonna knock you up, honey,” Steve murmured, letting out a soft groan when he felt your walls clenching around him. “Yeah? You like that? You like the idea that I knock you up? Fill you up? Keep you as mine forever? Bet you’d look so pretty carrying my children, honey. So fucking perfect.”

“Please,” you rasped out, not even caring about anything other than your boyfriend filling you up.

“Shhh, don’t cry,” he cooed, a little mocking as he began to move again, as he held your face in his hand as he fucked you. “I’ve got you, honey. M’not going anywhere. Gonna stay right here and fuck you all night until that pretty pussy of yours is mine, you hear me?”

You nodded again.

“Good girl,” Steve murmured with a grin on his face. “Now hold your legs to your chest, honey. Gonna fuck you and make sure you keep every single drop inside you or m’gonna have to plug you up.”

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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obsessed with the idea of driving lessons with Steve or Eddie<3 in Stevie’s car orrr in Eddie’s van! reader being a terrible driver and steve or eddie being to nice to call it out :’)

Thanks for requesting!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You think you’d feel a bit better if Eddie didn’t keep squeezing his eyes shut. He’d been the one to make the call that you were ready for the highway, promising you a million times that it’d be fine despite your apprehension, but as soon as you’d gotten on the entrance ramp his confidence had seemed to flee him—which isn’t ideal, because he was the only one of you that had any to begin with.

“Eddie.” Your voice pitches, knuckles white on the steering wheel. “The car behind me is getting really close.”

“He’ll go around us,” your boyfriend says without opening his eyes. He takes a breath, cracks an eyelid. “You’ve got it, you’re good. We’re all good. Everything is fine and dandy.”

You wonder how much of this is for you.

You stay there for a while, eyes volleying between your mirrors and the speedometer, until you come upon a car in front of you that can’t be going more than forty. You take your foot off the gas, coasting down to its speed.

“Go around him,” Eddie instructs.

You glance into the next lane, just as a car whooshes past your window. “I can’t,” you say, voice going high.

“You can do it,” he says, though his hand curls around the handlebar above his window. “Just look for an opening, speed up, and change lanes.”

You take a few quick breaths before pushing down on the gas, head whipping around to check your blind spot before you signal and move over. Another car tries to switch lanes at the same time, blaring their horn at you, and you shriek and swerve back into your lane, slamming on the brakes to avoid rear-ending the slow car in front of you.

“Jesus Hendrix Christ,” Eddie hisses. Then, with more pep, “Doing great, baby!”

“I can’t do this!”

“You don’t really have a choice at this point!”

“What?”

“I mean, yeah you can!” Your boyfriend’s nearly wheezing, head on a swivel as he keeps track of the cars around you. “You’re doing awesome.”

“I almost hit someone!” you remind him, voice starting to waver as panicked tears clog your throat.

“Not your fault.” His hand wraps around your thigh, squeezing so the cool metal of his rings bites into your skin. “He didn’t see you either, he was just being a dick about it. You acted fast, which—which is the best thing you could’ve done.”

Your lip wobbles. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure as shit, baby. Take a breath, okay? Panicking makes you a bad driver.”

“Pretty sure I already am a bad driver,” you say, but do your best to fill your lungs anyway.

“Nah, you’re the best I know.” Eddie’s hand rubs your thigh soothingly, at odds with the tension in his voice. “Not including myself, obviously. But it’s fine, you’re learning.”

You want desperately to take his hand but can’t risk taking one off the wheel. You glance in your rear view mirror, watching cars go around you and the clunker barely trudging along in front of you.

You chew your lip. “Can we be done? I want to get off.”

You think you hear a relieved sigh. “Sure, if that’s what you want,” he says. “Take this next exit.”

Eddie talks you through decelerating back onto the frontage road, helping you change lanes until you start to slow down in the shoulder.

“Don’t pull over here,” he tells you. “There’s a parking lot just after this light.”

You shake your head. “Nope, I’m done. I’m pulling over.”

“But you can’t just—wait, you’ve gotta—” Eddie grimaces as the car tilts, one wheel going up onto the curb. “Okay. Okay, good job.”

“Fuck.” You heave a sigh and move the gearshift while your boyfriend bends to kiss the dashboard, murmuring apologies to his van. “I think I need to start driving in something else, Eds. This van is too hard to learn in.”

“Hey, don’t talk about her like that.” He caresses the dashboard lovingly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you were…you had a learning experience. Plus, once you can drive her, you can drive anything.”

“I don’t know.” You lift your foot from the brake, moving to hug your knee to your chest. “I think maybe—”

“Shit,” Eddie says as the van starts to roll backward. “Shit, shit, baby, the gearshift!”

You gasp, setting your foot back on the brake so Eddie can shift the van into park.

“Oh my god.” You drop your head into your hands, breathing heavily. “I can’t even park!”

“It’s—” Eddie’s voice is high, but he clears his throat. “It’s okay, that could happen to anyone. Reverse is, like, right next to park, so…it’s an easy mistake, I guess.”

“I don’t want to drive anymore,” you groan.

“Hey,” he says. “Hey, come here.”

He reaches over and starts to grab for you, but you stop him, lifting your foot from the brake hesitantly. Eddie does you the courtesy of not making fun of you, and when the van doesn’t move you clamber into his lap, setting your chin on his shoulder while his big palms rove your back.

“You’re not so bad,” he says, hair tickling your face as he tilts his head to accommodate you. “It just takes practice. Same for everybody. You want to be able to drive yourself around someday, right?”

You make a noncommittal sound. “Maybe you can just take me wherever I need to go.”

Eddie laughs, hand sliding down your back to pinch your waist. “I’m not available for a cab service at the moment, sweet thing.”

“Mean.”

“You like it when I’m mean to you,” he reminds you.

You wonder if he can feel your cheek heating against his neck. “Only sometimes.”

He huffs amusedly. Wraps a hand around either side of your rib cage, easing you back until he can see you. “You’ll get there,” he says. “We’ve just gotta keep practicing.”

You gnaw on your lip, exhaling through your nose. “Yeah, okay. But can we stay on the ground for now? I don’t think I’m ready for the highway.”

The humor saps from Eddie’s expression. “Yeah,” he agrees, “no more highways for a while.”

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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 12

Chapter Summary: The evil that you thought you had gotten rid of is still very much lurking within Hawkins. You, your boyfriend, and your friends race against time to try and find Eddie before it’s too late.

Content Warning: swearing, violence, knives and blood, jealous Steve

Word Count: 6.5k

Author’s Note: This chapter is starting to get season 4 going, so that’s pretty epic. I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you so much for reading it <3

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Your Saturday started out like any normal Saturday. Steve peppered soft kisses to your skin as you woke up from your comfortable slumber wrapped in his arms. You ate breakfast together and got ready before picking up Robin and making your way to Family Video. It had taken a significant amount of convincing to get Keith to let the three of you work together, considering there was really only enough work for two people to do, but he finally agreed to it since, in his own words, “Steve barely even counts.”

You all were reorganizing the shelves as Robin recounted her conversation with Vickie at the basketball game the night prior. “Then Vickie laughed. And it wasn’t like a cheap fake laugh either. It was like…it was a real, genuine laugh!”

“Of course she laughed, Rob. It’s my muppet joke. It’s hilarious,” Steve replied as he restocked the horror section. You rolled your eyes from your perch on the counter, glaring up at him as you stopped sorting out the returned movies.

“My point is that Vickie laughed, and everything was just like…it was perfect! But I’m having this problem where it’s like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say, but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out, and it’s like my-my brain is moving faster than my mouth or…or rather my-my mouth is moving faster than my brain, and…and it’s like I’m digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging and I’m trying to stop digging, but I can’t, and I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you are,” you responded, looking at her with a great deal of sympathy. You knew how she was feeling. You couldn’t even count the amount of times that you had rambled on and on to Steve about something so completely and utterly stupid because you didn’t know when to stop.

“Ugh, I’m hopeless,” Robin backed up against the wall, throwing her head back in exasperation.

“Robin! Don’t say that; you are not hopeless,” you scolded your best friend, “I mean, look. I was completely and utterly hopeless before Steve and I started dating…like if he hadn’t shown up and the planets hadn’t aligned, I’d be single as fuck right now, but everything that the two of us have, started with us just being friends. So, the fact that you’re talking to Vickie and she clearly at least likes you in that capacity is a really damn good sign.”

“I wouldn’t say you would be hopeless, I mean, guys are pretty much throwing themselves at you,” Steve mumbled under his breath, thinking back to how you had interacted with Eddie the night before. You had seemed so comfortable with him and he hated to admit it, but the two of you looked like you belonged together far more than you did with him. Eddie marched to the beat of his own drum. He dressed different, he acted different, he didn’t go with the crowd or hop on the bandwagon. You were exactly the same. Sometimes Steve worried that you would wake up and realize that he was way too stereotypical and boring for you and that you would leave him. He pushed the thought aside as you spoke up.

“What do you mean?” Before Steve could answer, Robin began rushing across the room.

“Oh! I think I found our morning movie!” She held up a copy of Doctor Zhivago.

“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS,” Steve groaned, shaking his head as he walked past the counter towards her. You stopped him, smacking him in the chest before he could try and take the tape away from Robin before you spoke up.

“We’d actually love to watch it Robin,” you smiled, your eyes still glaring at Steve. Robin jumped up and down a little bit before turning on the television to get it set up, but all of you paused when the news came on.

“We’re in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don’t have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not yet released the victim’s name…” the reported stated, detailing all the information that was known and released.

“Holy shit,” Steve whispered, his and Robin’s eyes transfixed on the screen. His voice sounded far away as your vision blurred with tears. You could barely breathe as you thought about the only two Hawkins High students you knew that lived there: Max and Eddie. If it was either of them, you weren’t sure what you would do. You weren’t sure how you would be able to live and move on.

You stumbled backwards, and you knocked over a pile of VHS tapes as you blindly grabbed for the edge of the counter, beginning to hyperventilate. Robin and Steve snapped out of the trance the news had put them in, as Steve’s head whipped around towards you just in time as you collapsed to the floor.

“Robin turn that off!” Steve yelled, and she grabbed for the remote, quickly silencing the news. You were in a heap on the floor sobbing, barely able to hear Steve as he quickly sat with you on the floor, rubbing big circles across your back to try and calm you down. “Shhhh, y/n. I’m right here, okay baby….I’m right here with you and I’m not going to go anywhere,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your temple as you cried.

After a while, you finally found the will to calm yourself down, and you had been the one to turn the TV back on. You wanted to know as much as you could. You wanted as much information as possible to rule out the possibility that it was either of your friends. Really the only additional information you got was that it was definitely murder and that the police hadn’t released the names of any suspects, which was a whole lot of nothing to go off of.

You were biting your nails, staring at the screen with furrowed brows, when suddenly the chime of the bell above the door rang out into the otherwise empty store. You jumped, turning around to see Dustin followed by Max Mayfield herself.

“Max!” You shouted as you hopped over the counter and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. She groaned, not expecting the sudden demonstration of how much you cared before she reciprocated.

“Hello to you too, I guess?”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay,” you breathed out, feeling a sense of relief flood your body, knowing that Max wasn’t the unnamed victim from the news. Max was struck by your words, not really even considering the fact that some of her friends may be led to believe that she had been killed based on the location of the murder.

“Are you guys seeing this?” Steve chimed in, pointing to the TV screen in the back corner of the room.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked suddenly. You looked at him with confusion plastered across your face.

“Someone was just murdered,” Steve replied, annoyed that the boy could be asking about phones at a time like this.

Dustin just slammed his hands on the counter in response, causing you to jump again in your anxious state, before he repeated himself. “How many phones do you have?”

“Two…why?” You spoke up, furrowing your brow.

“Technically three, if you count Keith’s in the back,” Robin corrected you, a similar look flashing across her face.

“Three works,” Max spoke up, looking at Dustin. Dustin paused, looking at Steve and Robin behind the counter before throwing his backpack across and hopping it. You and Max were civilized, walking around the counter to join them while Steve protested.

“My tapes! Dude! What are you doing, man?!” Steve groaned. Dustin had a special talent for making things significantly more difficult for Steve…especially at his place of work.

“Setting up base of operations,” Dustin replied, typing into the computer.

You attempted to shove him to the side, away from your computer, but he swatted your hands away. You glared at him with the might of a thousand suns before hip checking him, causing him to stumble to the side. “What the fuck do you guys need our computer for?”

“To look up Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers,” Dustin retorted as if it was obvious.

“Oh Eddie, your new best friend you think is cooler than me because he plays your nerdy game,” Steve grumbled back, but you were only half paying attention as you made eye contact with Max. Clearly the two kids knew something that you didn’t and you were worried what that meant in conjunction with the shit you were hearing on the news.

“I never said that!” Dustin looked at Steve, and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day,” Robin spoke up, reorganizing the shit that Dustin had knocked off the counter.

“Robin, I totally empathize but this cannot wait,” Dustin sighed as he started writing on a clipboard.

“What because calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?”

“Exactly!”

“Do you want me to strangle him or do you want to?” Steve asked you. The chuckle he was about to let out died in his throat when he saw the look on your face.

“I really think we should hear them out,” your voice was small when you replied. You all looked over at Max and she took a deep breath before she began talking.

“The victim…it’s Chrissy Cunningham,” she started, “I saw her body this morning when the police were leaving. The thing is, I saw her go in Eddie’s trailer and shortly after, my TV started going nuts and the lights started flickering like crazy, which isn’t really super out of the ordinary, my electricity is shit….but then I heard screaming and looked out the window and I saw Eddie leave and—and he looked scared. Like really scared.”

Steve reached for your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours before he spoke up. “So…Eddie killed Chrissy?”

“Steve! No, he fucking didn’t. That’s why we need the phones so that we can find out where he is so that we can prove that he’s innocent,” Dustin glared at your boyfriend, shoving him a bit.

“Just calm down,” you interjected, standing in between the boys. This was all a lot to unpack and you weren’t going to solve anything if they couldn’t stop bickering. When they both grumbled and crossed their arms, you moved around the counter, swiftly moving to the door and flipping the sign to indicate that the store was closed. “Just, you guys can use the phones, okay? But that’s it. We don’t do anything else until we have something solid to go off of. Do you understand?” You looked between Max and Dustin.

They both began to nod and you shook your head. “No, I need to hear you say it. I’m serious, someone was just killed and we are not putting our lives in jeopardy without some serious cause, okay?”

“Yes, we understand,” Max responded. Dustin spoke up in agreement, and you paused to look at them one more time before turning around.

“I’ll get Keith’s phone from the back. You all start making calls.”

You swiftly headed to the back, grabbing the third phone. You were turning around to leave when you about nearly jumped out of your skin, when you were met face to face with your boyfriend.

“Steve! You scared the shit out of me! Don’t fucking do that!” You put a hand on your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Y/n, I don’t have a good feeling about this. I mean, the most likely scenario is that Eddie killed that poor girl and now we’re actively trying to find him. He could be fucking dangerous, and I don’t want anything to happen to you, okay? So, let’s just stop all this bullshit before it’s too late,” he grabbed your hands, rubbing his thumbs along the backs of them as he looked you in the eyes. His brow was furrowed with worry, and you felt a pang in your chest. You knew you had to see this through, if not for Eddie, then for Dustin.

“Steve, I know Eddie. He wouldn’t do something like this. Trust me,” you told Steve, looking him in the eyes with so much conviction that he decided to let it go for now.

You brought the phone out and Hawkins’ Family Video soon became a bustling call center as you all took turns trying to get ahold of anyone who may possibly know where Eddie was. Name after name after name got crossed off your list as you found no answers, and you were beginning to feel hopeless when Max spoke up.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead,” she started, “apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“Alright, that sounds promising. So where does this Reefer Rick guy live?” Robin asked.

“See, that’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a…legend than someone that people actually know.”

“What about a last name?” You spoke up, attempting to find any additional piece of information that you could follow to find Eddie.

“I don’t know that either.”

“I bet the cops know the last name,” Steve spoke up. He hadn’t been super helpful in calling around, instead choosing to reorganize the store and do some light cleaning. He was reorganizing some tapes with his back to you all and he had said it so nonchalantly.

“What?” You questioned him, irritation settling in your tone.

“I said the cops probably know,” he shot back, “I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.”

“The cops? Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?” Dustin asked incredulously.

“I just think at this point they should be filled in on what we know; what’s going on.”

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” Dustin stepped forward, but you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to settle him. You could hear the hurt in his voice and you wished that Steve hadn’t been the one to cause it, but then again, tensions were high with everything that was going on; like the implications of Max’s account of her electricity going haywire around the time that Chrissy would have died.

“Woah, woah, woah, I believe in innocent until proven guilty and all that constitutional shit…I just, you know….I just don’t think we can rule it out,” Steve spoke up, avoiding making eye contact with any of you as he messed with a Rubik’s cube on the counter.

“Steve!” You scolded him. Why can’t he just take a leap of faith and believe you guys?

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve,” Max spoke up, glaring at the boy.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time reorganizing shit that doesn’t need reorganizing and more time trying to find Eddie,” Dustin chimed in.

“Hey, someone’s gotta make sure things are in order here. Do you see how many fucking movies we have? It can be overwhelming for the average customer,” Steve tried to defend himself.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, as you darted over to the computer, typing away into the system. “What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Maybe we don’t need a last name,” you started as you pressed enter on the keyboard. “Twelve Ricks already have accounts here…now it’s just a matter of narrowing it down.”

***

After determining the Rick most likely to be the Reefer Rick, you waited until it got dark to go scope the place out. You decided that you’d be more inconspicuous at night, not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves while you tracked down a potential murder suspect.

You were all piled in Steve’s BMW as he pulled into the driveway of one Rick Lipton. You felt nerves settle in your stomach as you tried to take a deep breath, Dustin quickly getting out of the car and ringing the doorbell. No one answered and after Dustin pressed the button repeatedly, Steve put a hand on his shoulder to pull him away from the door.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled, I guess he’s not here,” Steve spoke up. This did nothing to stop Dustin from continuing to pound on the door, yelling for the boy to answer. So much for being inconspicuous, you thought as you walked around the side of the house. Your hands trembled a bit, being a tad anxious about being out here at night, when your flashlight finally caught sight of a boathouse on the lake.

“Hey guys?” You called out. Steve was quick to join you, followed by the rest of the gang as you cautiously approached the metal lined shed. There was no real signs of life in there as you entered, and it seemed just as abandoned as Rick’s house. “Hello? Is anyone home?” You shouted into the darkness as you took a hesitant step inside.

“What a dump,” Steve muttered, taking in the sight of all of the clutter. In his mind, there was no way in hell that Eddie was here, so though he was taking all of this seriously, he wasn’t too committed to really inspecting the place with great detail.

You grabbed an oar off of the wall, walking over to the small boat docked in the center of the room as you shoved at the tarps with it, not wanting to get close just in case something was awry.

“What are you doing?!” Dustin whisper-shouted at you, perplexed by your actions.

“He might be in there,” you answered simply.

“Then take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” You whisper-shouted back at him, though when Dustin moved forward to do just that, you and Steve both yanked him back by his shoulders. You continued to poke at the tarp, and Steve placed a gentle but nervous hand on the small of your back, not wanting to stray too far from you.

Max suddenly spoke up from across the room, pointing her flashlight at some odds and ends on a small table. “Hey, guys. Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us? Got spooked and ran?” Robin suggested, joining Robin to inspect the items before her.

“Don’t worry. Y/n will get him with her oar…isn’t that right y/n?” Dustin spoke to you sarcastically. You were glad you had the self control to not swing it at the infuriating child beside you as Steve moved away from you to pull Dustin aside. He didn’t need the two of you arguing with each other. You two bickered like siblings and now wasn’t the time for a pseudo-familial spat.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson,” you started, continuing to jab at the tarps, “but considering the fact that everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight—“

Your words were cut off as a figure under the tarp sprung to life, grabbing you around the shoulders and pushing you against the wall. You heard the familiar flick of a pocket knife, feeling the sharp tip of the metal press against your throat. The boathouse erupted into a chorus of shrieks and screams, as you leaned your head back, unable to breathe as you stared wide-eyed at the boy you were tutoring for physics.

“Woah, woah, woah! Eddie! Eddie, stop!” Dustin shouted. He took a step closer and Eddie pushed you back farther into the wall, letting you all know that he wasn’t playing games. Steve felt like his whole world was crashing down around him. To Steve, Eddie’s actions confirmed that he was dangerous, that he had likely killed Chrissy, and that he was about to do the same thing to you. Steve’s mind was working double time trying to figure out how to get you away from the freak, as he started to take a huge step towards you when Robin roughly grabbed his arm, preventing him from getting any closer.

“Robin let go of me!” He shouted at her, trying to shake out of her grip.

“Steve,” she warned, and the way that she said it made him stop to reevaluate the situation, realizing the closer he got to you, the more he was putting your life in peril. A small cry escaped your lips as you tried to blink back tears, and Steve’s heart sank in his chest. He felt his hands trembling at his sides, wanting nothing more than to hold you and to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but watching as the knife threatened to break the skin of your neck, he wasn’t so sure he even believed the sentiment.

“It’s me, Dustin. This is y/n,” Dustin continued, gesturing to you, “she’s not going to hurt you, right, y/n?”

“Right, yeah,” you barely were able to whisper, the muscles in your neck all tensed as you tried to get as far away from the knife as possible. Your chest heaved as you swallowed and breathed out a shaky breath.

“Y/n, why don’t you drop the oar,” Dustin cautioned. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding it, barely even being able to feel the white knuckled grip you had on the handle. You willed your fingers to let go and as the oar crashed to the floor, the sudden sound caused Eddie to jump, leaning in farther and nicking your neck a bit in the process. You yelped in pain, and Steve started to freak out, unable to control his breathing. Robin continued to try and calm him down, but it wasn’t working super well.

“She’s cool, she’s cool!” Dustin reminded Eddie, still trying to talk him off of a cliff. Steve wished he had trusted his intuition earlier and kept you all far away from Eddie the freak Munson.

“I’m cool, man, I’m cool,” you spoke up, your voice shaky, “I’m helping you in Ms. O’Donell’s class, remember?”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, his eyes wild as he refused to let you go.

“We’re looking for you, we’re here to help,” Dustin spoke up, “Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. And obviously that’s Steve; I know you know him because you hate him, okay? Eddie, we are on your side. I swear on my mother, right guys?” He looked to the three of your friends behind him who all desperately nodded in agreement.

“Yes, yes, we swear!” Robin agree.

“Yeah, on Dustin’s mother,” you squeaked out. Eddie looked at you and you could tell he was acting out of fear. You knew this wasn’t him. That still didn’t quell the fear in your own chest as you spoke up once more to whisper, “please.”

Eddie paused, his eyes searching yours to try and determine your intention. He knew that you were a good person. Hell, you’d been helping him through fucking physics which wasn’t exactly a cake walk. Seeing the terror across your face as you whimpered, however, was what finally broke Eddie, as he finally let you go.

You let out a small cry as the tears you had been attempting to blink back finally spilled down your face while you crumpled to the floor. Steve rushed to your side, sitting on the floor with you, not unlike he had earlier in Family Video when the news came on. Your hand clutched at your neck. Even though Eddie had only just slightly nicked you, your blood had dripped enough to stain the collar of your shirt, and began to seep through your fingers as you held pressure to the cut. It stung like a bitch, but you were more scared than hurt.

“Hey, hey, hey, let me see, okay baby? Can you do that for me?” Steve asked softly, as one of his hands wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other gently tugged on your wrist. You obliged, trembling fingers dropping from your neck as you shook in Steve’s arms.

He used the sleeve of his jacket to put pressure on the cut to attempt to get it to stop bleeding. You took several deep breaths, wiping the tears away from your face as you began to finally calm down. It helped that you knew that Eddie wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. In your mind, he wasn’t a threat in the slightest, just a boy that was scared and needed some comforting.

“Eddie, we just want to talk,” you heard Dustin’s voice ring out in the empty boathouse. Eddie looked like a mess as he sat in a heap on the floor, looking equal parts defeated and terrified. Dustin tried to take the knife away from him, but Eddie tightened his grip so Dustin relented.

“We just want to know what happened,” you breathed out, your voice still shaky as you continued to calm down.

“You won’t believe me,” Eddie sniffled. You moved out of Steve’s grasp despite his protests, putting a gentle hand on Eddie’s shoulder. He tensed up but soon relaxed into your touch.

“Try us,” you replied. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the look on your face or the sincerity in your voice, but he decided in that moment that he could trust you guys.

He began by explaining that she was at his house so that he could sell to her, discussing how everything had been fine and normal…until it very much wasn’t.

“…her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh…and she just, like, hung there. And her bones…uh, she…her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man…it-it was like there was something inside her head pulling,” he whimpered with a faraway look in his eyes, “I…I-I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away…I-I left her there,” he scoffed, “you all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No, we don’t think you’re crazy,” Dustin began to assure him, but Eddie quickly cut him off.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!”

You moved in between Eddie and Dustin, pushing Dusting behind you protectively. “Hey, we’re not bullshitting you,” you started, your tone leaning on frustrated, “we believe you and we’re probably the only people who fucking will, so I would suggest you find a way to calm down and shut the fuck up because what I’m about to tell you might be difficult to take.”

“Okay,” Eddie finally said. No one was really expecting you to be that blunt about things, but it needed to be said.

“You know how people say Hawkins is…cursed?” You started, trying to find the right words. Eddie nodded. “They’re not…way off. There’s another world; a world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours,” your hand subconsciously went to the cut on your neck, the bleeding having finally trickled to a stop.

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked hesitantly.

“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max spoke up quietly, and you felt a chill creep up your spine as she said it.

“These monsters from this other world,” Dustin continued, “we thought that they were gone, but they’ve come back before and that’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again, we need to know,” you emphasized.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin questioned. You all waited with bated breath for Eddie’s answer. You were afraid of what he might say and Steve stepped forward and grabbed your hand, sensing your anxiety.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh…touch,” Eddie responded, “you know, I tried to wake her man, but she couldn’t move. It was like she was…she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell…Vecna’s curse,” Dustin whispered.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked, pulling you into his chest. He needed something to hold onto.

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answered and you shuddered thinking about it. You had thought you got rid of whatever entity was calling the shots from the Upside Down, but maybe you were wrong.

Maybe everything that had happened before was merely the beginning.

***

You all had taken turns recounting the last two years worth of events to Eddie as he sat there in silence trying to take it all in. After everything that he had seen, he really had no choice but to believe you guys, glad that you were all on his side. You promised the boy that you would be back with supplies in the morning, swiftly piling back into Steve’s car.

“Hey, you know when we had that really sweet convertible and I had you drive it up that big ass hill so we could use my radio?” Dustin suddenly spoke up.

“Yeah?” Steve responded, not quite sure where the boy was going with this.

“Well, bad news is we’re gonna need to go use it again before we all go home because I have an idea, but good news is that it’s at my house now so that’s cool.”

Steve sighed and you all silently made your way to Dustin’s house. There wasn’t much to talk about. You tiptoed through his kitchen to avoid waking his mother as you all crept up to his bedroom. He started messing with all his radio equipment as you sat on his bed. While he was searching for the right frequency, Steve darted out of the bedroom and into the hall bathroom, opening the cabinet under the sink and rifling through it. He found what he was looking for and quietly slipped back into Dustin’s bedroom.

“Here,” he said as he sat down next to you. You looked at him confused until you saw that he had a first aid kit in his hands. He took out an alcohol wipe and started cleaning up the dried blood on your neck. You hissed when the wipe touched your cut, the alcohol burning as he disinfected it. He put some antibiotic ointment on a band aid and placed it gingerly over the cut. He noticed some of the hickies he had left on your neck the night before, quickly moving your hair to make them more inconspicuous. “There. All better.”

You couldn’t help but flush with how sweet Steve was being. Even if the world was undoubtedly ending, at least you knew that he was going to be there for you. You could tell that he was on edge, probably more so given how Eddie had reacted, and you just appreciated that he wasn’t overreacting…yet.

Suddenly, Dustin’s Cerebro came to life, and you heard the distinctive sound of police chatter over the radio as you were clued into what the Hawkins police department knew of Eddie’s involvement in Chrissy’s death. Unfortunately, though not released to the public yet, Eddie was prime suspect number one.

“Shit!” Dustin exclaimed. “Fuck!”

“Woah, woah, whoa, calm down Dustin. We’re gonna figure all of this out okay? Freaking out isn’t going to make any of this shit easier, so we might as well all stay calm,” your voice was remarkably even as you said it and it was starting to freak the rest of your friends out. Of everyone here, you should by all accounts be the most freaked out.

“Look, I don’t think that we should split up, given everything that’s going on,” Steve spoke. “My parents aren’t home, so how about everyone spends the night at my house? You can all call your parents and make arrangements when we get there.”

Everyone agreed with Steve, and you all made your way out to his car, Dustin leaving a note to let his mom know he would be gone before he left. “Y/n? Are you, like, okay?” Max asked hesitantly. Your mind flashed back to what it felt like to have a knife held up to your throat.

“I’m fine, Max. I promise,” you said, but it didn’t sound very convincing. You were honestly more worried about the kids. You thought about the fact that they were deprived a normal childhood, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. You were the babysitter, you were supposed to be the one to make sure that they were okay and safe and happy.

Steve finally pulled into his driveway, leading everyone inside and showing them around. “You all can sleep wherever. There’s a guest bedroom upstairs or you could sleep in the family room. I don’t care,” he sighed, just ready to go to sleep. Everyone got comfortable, Max and Robin choosing to sleep on the couches and Dustin taking the guest bedroom. You and Steve went to his room and you collapsed onto his bed.

“This can’t be happening again,” you spoke up as exhaustion from the day’s events settled in your bones.

“Yeah, I can’t quite believe it either,” Steve said, flopping down on the bed next to you. “Y/n, you have to promise me something okay?”

“What?”

“That if this all gets to be too much again, we call it quits. We get the kids out, we get Robin out, we get the hell out.”

“Steve,” you looked at him, trying to read his expression, “I can’t make that promise.”

“Y/n, everything has been escalating. First it was just one demogorgon, then it was a fuck ton of demo-dogs, then it was Russians and a giant flesh monster…I don’t know how we can handle anything worse, I mean we barely handled everything last summer!” He exclaimed, shaking his head at you. You could tell he was getting more irate, anger seeping into his tone.

“Steve, we either do nothing and die when the whole fucking world ends, or we do something and maybe die trying, or better yet, we fix the fucking problem and never have to worry about it again,” you replied, sitting up, slightly irritated with his tone. He stood up, looking down at you with a furrowed brow as he continued.

“You’re not understanding, y/n. Look, someone died. Unexplainably, just up and died in the most gruesome fucking way. We don’t know anything about how it happened or why or if it will happen again, and I’ll be damned if it happens to one of us, okay. Just promise me.”

“Steve, I can’t, and you know I can’t.”

Steve scoffed, trying to find the right words. He felt anxiety creep up in his chest as he decided that now was as good a time as any to get really fucking real with you. “Y/n. I want a future with you. We can’t fucking have that if one of us is dead.”

“We can’t have a future if the world fucking ends either. I have a massive fucking headache and I just want to go to bed, okay?” You got up and began changing into pajamas, and you heard Steve sigh behind you. He remembered his pinky promise to you in the woods that you were in this together. If you couldn’t make a promise to him, the best he could do was uphold his.

“Fine. But I’m not gonna be able to live with myself if something happens to you,” he warned as he crawled into bed, scooting towards you to spoon you. It was odd how casually you two could have a conversation like this, about the end of the world and the possibility of losing each other at any given moment.

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you replied, turning in his arms and placing a kiss to his chest. You willed the words to be true as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

***

Dustin threw the door open to the boathouse and you rolled your eyes, knowing it would likely scare the shit out of Eddie. You seemed to be right as you heard him shout from across the room, finally making it into the shed to see him pressed up against the back wall, knife extended out in front of him.

“Delivery service,” Dustin smiled at his friend. You waved sheepishly at Eddie, hoping that he could find it in his heart to forgive you guys for nearly giving him a heart attack…twice.

You all moved to stand around the boat as Eddie sat down in it, tearing into a box of cereal and eating it as if he hadn’t had a meal in days…which to be fair he probably hadn’t.

“So we have some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” Dustin cut to the chase.

“Bad news first, always,” Eddie spoke through a mouthful of food. Your nose scrunched up in disgust as you scanned the room, noticing similar expressions painted on Robin and Max’s faces.

“We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with Dustin’s Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you,” you quickly spoke up as you gave the boy a sympathetic look.

“Also, they’re uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy,” Dustin chimed in.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced,” Max agreed. You rolled your eyes. So much for breaking the news softly.

“And the good news?”

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it’s only a matter of time before others do too, and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother will be gunning for you,” Robin spoke up.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie clarified, his eyes staring off, unfocused.

“Exactly,” Robin breathed out.

“So before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence,” Dustin outlined.

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie fumed. Sure he loved the Henderson kid, but the boy got on his damn nerves like all the time, and this was one of those moments.

“Believe it or not, we’ve been through this kind of thing before…a few times actually,” you reassured Eddie, hoping that your words would calm his nerves but that was definitely a bit of a stretch.

“You’re telling me that you, Ms. 4.0, have been off fighting monsters while maintaining a perfect GPA?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “Bullshit.”

“I know, it’s pretty impressive,” Steve spoke up, throwing an arm around you, “we usually rely on this girl with super powers but, uh, those went bye-bye.”

“So we’re kind of in more of the brainstorming phase,” Robin spoke up and you all nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you really have nothing to worry about,” Dustin reassured Eddie, but all of you knew that that was far from the truth. There was definitely a shit ton of stuff to worry about. Before Eddie could ask anymore questions, you all heard sirens wailing in the distance. He quickly covered up with the tarp as you all ran to the window, watching as several emergency vehicles passed right by Reefer Rick’s house.

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you concluded that there must be another body. You all raced to Steve’s car again, following the waling sound of sirens, afraid of what you’d find.

***

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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Tell Me You Love Me

Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Words; 3.1k

Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), fingering, unprotected sex, established relationship, fluff, angst but the kind of angst with a happy ending, ya know?

Summary; A heated argument leaves you standing alone when Steve slams the door behind him. You're not certain when he'll be back but you're determined to remind him just how much you truly love him when he does.

A/N: *slaps the roof of this fic* Ooooof, you can fit so much into this bad boy... we got angst, we got smut, and then to wrap it all up in a bow? We got tooth rotting fluff. Steve just really wants and needs love in this one, okay? And who are we to deny him?

This was requested by @harringtonforhire (thanks so much for requesting!) and this one kind of took on a mind of its own. I had plans for how I wanted it to go down but this is where we ended up sooo hope you enjoy!

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Moving in together was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be fun. Up until this point, you had been convinced that every adult ever was full of shit when they gave you that knowing look and said, “moving in together is the real test, that’s when you find out how truly compatible you are.” No, it was you and Steve against the world—that’s what the two of you had said anyway—just you and him in your ridiculously small one bedroom apartment drinking and laughing and curling up on the couch to watch movies, eating absolutely terrible food because neither of you knows how to cook, and spending each evening making love because he was yours and you were his.

So how did you end up here?

The fights hadn’t started right away. For awhile, months even, it was true, paradisiacal bliss. But maybe the one bedroom apartment was too cramped or Steve was frustrated because Family Video wasn’t paying much or you were always stressed trying to balance a job and school. Regardless of whatever contributing factors may or may not be in place, none of them prepared you for the full screaming match that occurred or the words that should have never been said or the slamming of the door as he left.

Steve had come home in a sour mood, barely speaking, and then spent the next hour sulking around the apartment. You had been in the kitchen trying to sort out dinner and as soon as the front door had opened, you could feel the tension crackling in the air. He was acting like a child, that was your first thought, as he wondered from room to room mumbling under his breath and avoiding your concerned gaze.

“Steve,” you snapped, pulling him out of his mind and back to reality. “Can you just talk to me?”

“Nothing to talk about.” He shrugs, then departs the room as if that was going to clear everything up.

You gape, watching his retreating form as he exits back into the living room. A seething anger begins building inside of you as you follow closely behind, refusing to let this be your entire evening. In retrospect, you should have just let it go; let him sulk around for a bit and sleep it off, he’d be fine in the morning. But this wasn’t the first fight of the week and you were beyond annoyed by this point.

“Steve,” you say again, crossing into the living room and staring at your boyfriend who has now deposited himself on the couch, eyes focused on the tv. “You can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” His eyes remain on the tv.

“This,” you emphasize, waving your hands around wildly. “You come home in a bad mood and you instantly push me away.”

His eyes snap over to you. “I’m not pushing you away.”

“Then what the fuck do you call it, Steve?” You inhale deeply, trying desperately to quell the anger bubbling up inside of you. “You won’t tell me what’s wrong, you won’t talk to me. I mean, is it me? Am I the problem, am I not doing enough?”

“No.” He sighs, doesn’t elaborate.

He turns his attention back to the tv and you scoff, a biting sound if you’ve ever heard one. You move further into the room and place yourself directly in front of the tv, effectively blocking his view. His jaw tenses and his eyes grow hard.

Good.

“Stop ignoring me! You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to come home and be in a shitty mood all the fucking time. You don’t get to push me away, Steve!”

“Push you away?” He scoffs, pulling himself to his feet. “I’m the one pushing you away? No, you’ve got that backwards, honey, I’ve been fighting for your attention for weeks now. I come home once, maybe twice, in a bad mood and suddenly I’m the bad guy? No, no fucking way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been distant for weeks now. You’re rarely ever home and when you are, you’re always tired, you never want to talk. I mean, let’s be realistic for a second here, when’s the last time we had sex?”

“Oh my God,” you breathe, a sardonic laugh flowing from your lips. “Is that what this is about? Because I haven’t fucked you lately? I have a job, Steve, and school!”

“But I only have a job, right? Because I couldn’t pull the grades to get into a good school, any school.”

“Don’t,” you warn, “you know that shit doesn’t matter to me.”

“So, what? You’re the only one who gets to be in a tired, shitty mood from time to time because you have a job and school?” He laughs, a bitter and unkind sound. “But me, I should be fine, right? Because I only have my simple minded, ridiculously low paying job which I hate by the way but nowhere else is hiring right now so I’m stuck taking extra shifts and working longer hours just so I can provide for you, for us.”

“No one told you that you had to do that,” you yell, “I didn’t even know you were taking extra shifts because you never told me you were going to because you don’t talk to me anymore!”

“Oh my God,” he says, rubbing his hands across his face. “This is such bullshit!”

“Yeah? Well, I think you’re bullshit, Steve.”

He flinches, hard. All the anger seems to immediately drain from his body as he downturns his gaze to the floor. You stare back, unwavering, refusing to bend. In hindsight, you’re not proud of it.

He nods once, sniffs lightly and then whispers, “Yeah.”

And then he’s snagging his keys off the coffee table and marching towards the door. You almost call out to him, but you don’t. You almost run over to catch him by the arm, beg him to stay, to talk, but you don’t. It feels as if the moment stretches on forever in slow motion, giving you more than enough time to stop him from leaving… but you don’t. Then he’s out the door and slamming it so hard, it rattles the pictures adorning the walls.

You stand stock still watching the door, waiting for him to come back inside. He doesn’t. You wait in that exact same spot for another ten minutes, waiting. He doesn’t come back. You take a shuddering breath and slowly begin turning off all of the lights as you make your way back to the bedroom. He still doesn’t show. You fight the tears threatening to spill as you curl up into a ball wishing he was right there next to you, pulling you into his space, wrapping his arms tightly around you. But he’s not.

He stays gone all night.

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Steve still isn’t home when you awake the next morning and by the time noon rolls around, you figure it’s time to finally crawl yourself out of bed. You’re sure he’s at work anyway, giving Robin an earful of everything that had happened. The thought makes your heart ache. You’ve already skipped your morning classes and while you successfully managed to pull yourself out of bed, you end up dropping back down onto the couch to sulk there instead. Fuck being productive.

By the time six o’clock rolls around, you’re pretty positive he’s not coming home again until you hear keys jingling in the lock and quicker than you can process, you’re on your feet, breath stifled in your lungs. The door opens way too slowly for your liking but then he’s there, in his normal Steve Harrington glory that still makes you weak in the knees. He looks exhausted—his hair is an absolute disaster and his eyes are red rimmed, from lack of sleep or crying, you can’t be sure. But then those eyes are trained on you and it’s as if you’ve forgotten how to function entirely.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“I, uh, I just came by to grab some things and then I’ll be out of your way so no need to worry, okay?” He brushes past you, heading for the bedroom. “I won’t be long.”

“Steve,” you begin, following closely behind, willing the sob to keep itself from bursting forth. “You don’t have to go. I don’t want you to go.”

He doesn’t respond, only keeps his back turned to you as he begins rifling through the drawers. You approach him slowly, reaching out to rest your hands against his back. He stiffens at your touch but doesn’t move away. You take that as a slight win, a go ahead and you run your hands softly up over his shoulders and then back down to wrap firmly around his waist. You press yourself flush against his back, head resting between his shoulders.

“Please don’t go,” you implore, voice catching as tears leak from your eyes. “I was upset, angry but I didn’t mean it, baby, I didn’t mean it. I love you so much, please stay with me.”

He sighs but then he’s loosening your grip so he can turn in your arms. He wraps his own tightly around you and that’s when the dam breaks and the sob you’ve been holding back breaks free. He rubs his hands soothingly over your back, soft shh’s and it’s okay, I’m here’s falling from his lips. It’s just like Steve to comfort you even though you’re the one who hurt him—you squeeze him tighter against you.

“Hey,” he says after a moment, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You unhook your grasp from around his back and let your hands trail up over his chest before you cup his face in your hands, keeping him looking at you. You couldn’t bear it if he looked away now.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I’m so so sorry and I understand if you can never forgive me—”

“—Baby, I forgave you the second I got into my car and drove out of here last night. I just, I think we both needed some space after what happened, after what was said, you know?”

You nod, your bottom lip quivering softly. He brushes his thumb softly over your lips, eyes searching your own for any hint that your apologies may not run as deeply as you claim.

“Do you—,” he stops, clears his throat, eyes blinking rapidly, “do you really think I’m bullshit?”

You shake your head vehemently. “No and I can’t believe I said that. I shouldn’t have said that, I’ve never meant anything less. You’re not bullshit, Steve, you are perfect, you are everything and I love you so goddamn much it hurts sometimes.”

“Say it again,” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face, “tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Steve, I love you so much.”

He chokes on a sob and then his lips are on yours, forceful and insistent, and it steals all the breath from your lungs. You tangle your fingers in the ends of his hair as one arm snakes around your waist and the other cups your cheek. He begins walking you backwards toward the bed, lips kissing every inch of your face.

“Again. Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Then your back is hitting the bed and he’s hovering over you. You stare at each other then, taking one another in as it feels like days have passed when in reality, it’s only been a handful of hours. His lips continue their path from your lips to your jaw down to your neck as his hand snakes up underneath your shirt, thumb running against the underside of your breast before he’s rolling a nipple between his fingers. You arch up into his touch, a gasp falling from your lips.

Your hands are roaming all over his body as his lips and fingers continue their ministrations and without waiting, you untuck his polo from his jeans and forcibly rip it up and over his head. You toss it haphazardly to some far corner of the room before you’re running your fingers up his stomach and through his chest hair. He kisses you again, harder, and you readjust your position to spread your legs, slotting him completely between them. You can feel the firm press of his cock against your thigh and you whimper softly at the friction, wanting him closer, needing him closer now.

“Steve, please,” you whisper against his lips, “I want it. I want you.”

“Tell me what you want.” His fingers cascade down your skin, pushing your panties to the side to slide two fingers through your slick folds. “Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“You, all of you, inside me.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” He pushes those same two fingers deep into your dripping pussy, pumping them in and out at a torturously slow pace.

You moan loudly at the intrusion, rolling your hips against him but you shake your head, fingers already scratching down his torso to begin unbuckling his belt.

“No?” He purrs, tongue flicking against the shell of your ear. “Well then you gotta tell me, baby. I can’t give it to you unless you tell me.”

You hastily finish unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans then you’re shoving your hand down to wrap around his hard cock. He hisses at the contact. “This,” you whisper, eyes staring deeply into his own. “This is what I want. I want your cock buried so hard and so deeply inside of me that I can feel you for days after it’s over.” His jaw drops open slightly. “Then, when the sensation starts to fade, I want you to fuck me again but harder until I can’t think straight, until I can’t remember anything but you. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, a teasing smirk adorning his face. “I love when you get hot for me.”

“I’m always hot for you, Steve Harrington, don’t you ever forget that.”

Your hands scramble alongside his own in an attempt to shove his jeans down his hips, just enough to free his cock. His eyes lock onto your own, a single breath passing between the two of you, and then he’s pushing himself fully inside. You moan loudly at the feeling of being so completely full. Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you grip the back of his neck and bring him down for another heated kiss. His hips roll gently against your own, allowing you to take him slow and steady but oh so deep.

His hands come down to the hem of your shirt, shoving it roughly up your body and then off of your head. You arch your back, pushing your heated skin against him and melding your lips with his own once again. His fingers twine together with yours tightly as he pushes your hands up above your head, holding you gently but firmly in place. The stretch feels divine and every deep thrust punches the air from your lungs.

“Steve, fuck,” you breathe.

His thrusts are slow, precise, methodical but that familiar coil begins winding tightly in your belly and you know you aren’t going to last much longer. You tighten your legs and roll your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust.

“That’s it, angel,” he grunts, lips against your ear, breath hot on your neck. He releases your hands, one of his own diving into your hair while the other hitches your leg higher on his waist. “I’ve got you, let go.”

Everything is heightened. His thrusts feel harder, his touch seems hotter, his eyes look brighter. Your fingernails rake down his shoulders before you grasp firmly onto his neck for purchase as the pressure builds and builds and he takes you higher and higher. Steve drops his forehead onto yours, eyes alight as he holds your gaze… and then you’re falling fast and hard into the waves of pure ecstasy. A cracked moan falls from your lips, your back arches, and he releases your leg to wrap his arm fully around you, holding you closer than before, working you through your high.

You come down slowly, breathing deeply and he’s thrusting harder, faster chasing his own release. You brush his damp hair out of his face, fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. A choked moan tumbles from his lips and then he’s ducking his head into the crook of your shoulder, moaning softly, thrusts becoming erratic. You press your lips against the side of his face, leaving gentle kisses anywhere that you can.

“Come on, baby,” you murmur, wrapping yourself tighter around him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Steve thrusts one, two, three more times and then a broken sob emits from him as he crushes you completely against his body, finally finding his own release. A moment passes, you both breathing deeply from this unexpected excursion, and then he’s lifting his head to meet your gaze. A soft, sweet smile plays at the corner of his lips and you bring your fingers up to wipe a fallen tear from his eye.

“Are you okay?” You ask, trepidation winding itself around your heart.

“Never better,” he muses, “sorry, I think my emotions got the best of me there.”

You breathe a laugh as he rolls off to lay next to you. You turn on your side, resting your head on his chest and twisting your fingers with his own. His arm comes up around you, pulling you flush against his side, fingers tracing patterns into the skin of your arm.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He’s staring wide eyed at the ceiling, breathing deeply. You furrow your brow in confusion and pull yourself up to be able to look down at him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

His eyes flit to yours, softening immeasurably. He cups your cheek in his hand, thumb brushing against your cheekbone. You smile, turning your head to kiss his palm.

“I know you’re probably getting tired of hearing me ask this but could you, could you tell me again?” He flushes deeply, a dusty pink blooming across his chest and up his neck. “Please tell me you love me again.”

You grin, leaning down to peck his lips with your own. “I love you, Steve Harrington. Mind, body, heart, and soul. With every single fiber of my being. I am yours.”

“And I’m yours, every part of me,” he says, “God, I love you so much. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You shush him gently, feeling the emotions building up inside of him like waves on the ocean. “Let’s not talk about it right now, okay? Let’s just be, you and me.”

“Okay,” he whispers and then softer, “again?”

You giggle. “I love you, Steve.”

He sighs, elated. “I love you.”

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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hear me out. chewing steve’s gum. not like his person pack of him, like the gum in his mouth. you swap it in a kiss and you get his mint gum and he gets your regular bubble gum flavor. it gets him going when you ask him “stevie, can i have your gum” looking at him with big doe eyes, why would he ever deny you??

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐦.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; mentions of smut at the end if you squint.

a/n; this idea bro had me giggling for the past how ever many days its been since you sent it in 😩

word count; 959

disclaimer; this is set after season four, since ferris bueller didn’t come out until months after the latest season takes place so keep that in mind because everything is fine with hawkins okay 😠

“so, don’t you think that sloane definitely had a thing for cameron? i mean, c’mon, the way she was caressing his face when he was in shock… you can’t tell me she didn’t feel something.”

she gazed up at her boyfriend from her spot on his lap, watching the way his jaw moved every time he chewed his piece of mint gum. his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns into her forearm, his other folded behind his head as he leaned against skull rock. “you’ve been on about this since we went to the theater last week,” she reminded, chuckling behind her piece of bubblegum, “you’re obsessed.”

he unfolded the arm behind his head and outstretched it, eyes widening in his sockets. “i’m just saying, she was acting all excited about ferris wanting to marry her at the end but she clearly has some type of feelings for cameron. alls i’m saying is that it’s weird,” he argued, “and i’m not obsessed, i just don’t like shit like that. if you’re gonna commit to someone, you can’t be having feelings for someone else. that’s it.”

she giggled again, the bubblegum popping in her mouth as she reached up, tickling the underside of his chin with her forefinger. “you’re cute when you’re mad, harrington,” she teased, and he glimpsed down at her. “mad? i’m not mad, i was just saying—“

“steve,” she tittered, pushing herself up in his lap, turning her body so that she faced him, her arms wrapping around his neck and drawing him in closer. her fingertips massaged his scalp as they chewed their pieces of gum, the fiery glint in his deep, brown eyes fizzling out as he leaned back into her touch. “don’t get your panties in a wad, old man, it’ll only give you more wrinkles.”

“you think i’m wrinkly?” he cocked an eyebrow. she hummed, pushing her gum flat against her teeth before blowing a small bubble, letting it pop back into her mouth. “i can’t believe you. i am not wrinkly, and i am not old,” steve pouted, smacking his gum angrily. she laughed, “you’re pushing twenty, harrington. you’re practically withering away now as we speak.”

his eyelids narrowed, “am not.”

“oh, yes you are.”

“am not!”

“yes you are.”

“you know what? i can’t believe we’re having this argument right now. you’re going to be twenty come next year anyways,” he pointed out. “so doesn’t that make you old too?”

“no,” she replied. “because i’m not wrinkly.”

steve stopped chewing his gum to instead press his lips together in a firm, thin line. “that’s it. i’m breaking up with you,” he tried to push himself away, but couldn’t help the small smile creeping upon his lips.

he wasn’t trying very hard to get her off of him, after all.

“like i’d ever let you do that,” she murmured, her lips a ghost against his. he tensed when she drew closer, and it of course didn’t go unnoticed. she rolled her hips around on his lap, playing it off as trying to get more comfortable, but his hands rested on her curves, keeping her settled into one place.

“stevie,” she purred, the tip of her nose nuzzling against his and her eyelashes fluttering. “can i have your gum?”

steve inhaled sharply and tilted his head at this, trying to look anywhere but her eyes because he knew all too well that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to resist her. “i thought you hated mint.“

she hummed as she, too, tilted her head the opposite of his, their lips fitting together perfectly now, but not quite pressed together. “i do. but it tastes like you,” her voice was but a mere whisper, “switch with me. i know you love bubblegum.”

with a finger on the underside of his chin, she lifted his face until their eyes could meet, and she knew the second he folded.

he melted.

when she looked at him with such big, glistening irises, how could he deny her? she was alluring, a siren much too strong to resist. all it took was one look, and he was practically putty in her hands.

“god, c’mere.”

he cupped the back of her neck and tugged her into him until their lips surged together, the mix of mint and bubblegum along with their saliva making them hum. she could feel the wad of mint gum sitting on his tongue, and guided it onto her own, steve doing the same with her piece of bubblegum. their lips lingered, even after the transaction, tongues doing pirouettes around one another, teasingly, lovingly. when they did eventually pull away, their foreheads rested against one another, and she hummed at the piece of gum in her mouth, steve harrington’s flavor overpowering the faded taste of mint.

“mmm, tastes just like you,” she tittered, and he pursued his lips. “i taste like faded mint?’

“steve. that’s gross.”

“i hope that means i don’t.”

“no, you actually taste good.”

“hm,” he hummed, blowing a bubble with the piece of bubblegum she had given him. “you taste amazing.”

her smile was a crescent against his lips, “that’s not the first time i’ve heard you say that,” she teased, nuzzling her nose against his. steve laughed at this, stealing her lips for a swift kiss. a small silence ensued, but they relished in the silence, in the feeling of one another’s hands on each other’s bodies, in the warmth of each other’s skin.

“you know, skull rock is like, the makeout spot. i pretty much in—“

“invented it, yeah, yeah, i know.”

he scrunched his nose at this, playfully bopping his forehead against hers, and her chest heaved when she giggled.

“but you know, it’s not only known for making out.”

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creedslove · 1 year

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DESERVE IT - PART ELEVEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Three conversations. One with Javier, one with Steve and one with Messina help you be more honest with yourself and finally make up your mind on what to do

Warnings: not many warnings, just a little bit of angst, some language, reader being impatient with everybody, but then fluff and fluff and sweetness

A/N: I am in love with his chapter. I really hope you guys like it as much as I did, I am so happy with how this story is going. I can't wait to hear your thoughts, because I am so excited!!!

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

That was the only word Javier's brain could process when he realized what was happening.

e was sharp and intelligent, a skill demanded by his job, but at that moment his thoughts slowed down and he wouldn't be able to decide what to do even if his life depended on it. He simply had no action at the fact Gabriela, his… acquaintance was standing there, inside of a cell crying for him. And not only that, that motherfucker of your ex-boyfriend came up with the perfect bait so you would watch it everything. It didn't help when the cell was open and Gabi wrapped her arms around his neck, crying for his help in a dramatic way, probably too dramatic and giving him the pout and teary eyes so he would use his cop privilege to help her.

And it definitely didn't help his case when he saw you turning your back and walking out the hallway, refusing to watch the scene.

He had expected something along the ambush lines, maybe Manu wanting to beat him up, or worse, beat you up, or some sicario from Los Pepes willing to blabber for a very low price about their deal. His cop mind ran freely through all the horrible possibilities that encounter could bring to him, and well, to you, but not in a million of years could he predict something like that would happen. If it had happened to any other agent, he would be laughing his ass off probably, but at that moment he just found out the hard way it wasn't funny. At all.

Gabi sniffed and placed her hand on his cheek, stroking it gently as she bit her lips, but Javier's bigger hand wrapped around it and gently snapped it away. He didn't want her touching him like that, it felt uncomfortable and god forbid if you walked in again and saw that, he was screwed up enough as he was.

The woman smirked and placed her hands on her waist, taking a good look at Javier and nodding "you're still looking so good mi amor, I miss you… did you find someone who does the job better?" She asked with a smirk "that girl seems kinda plain to you, I don't think she can make you feel like I do…" Gabi bit her lips and took another step closer, her hands going for his sides, planning on trapping him in a hug, but Javi immediately held her at arms length and shook his head.

"Don't talk about her, Gabi, it's none of your business, now if you want my help you'd better shut up or you'll spend the night in this cell" he saw the surprise in her eyes. For all the years she knew Javier Peña, he had never acted like that. He wasn't being rude, per se, but he wasn't being his gentle, soft self either.

She thought it was odd, Gabi had never seen him with a woman nor mention one, so what if that one was special to him somehow? She raised her eyebrow but knew it was best not to screw up her best shot to get rid of that problem.

You on the other hand, just couldn't watch that scene.

You weren't dumb, you knew about Javier's behavior but it didn't mean it didn't sting to have that reminder of his past behavior. It felt pretty uncomfortable to see a hooker get all handsy and at ease around the guy you liked, as if they had shared a dirty little secret you couldn't be a part of. You couldn't help feeling nauseous at the shredding jealousy you felt. She had touched him, way more than you did, she'd felt him inside of her so many times, she'd known his deepest, most lustful desires. His hand must have traveled her entire body, maybe he had even memorized all of her curves, her details. You hated that. And you hated her for that.

However, that ugly, poisonous jealousy wasn't enough to change your feelings for Javier. You still loved him just the same, but having to face that woman, the way she whined your boyfriend's name and…

Wait.

Was Javi your boyfriend? You widened your eyes at the thought, it hadn't occurred to you before. He kinda was, but he also wasn't, you didn't know. But it didn't matter, you hated the way she called his name, you were the one who was supposed to whine, call, scream, cry his name, not any other woman, and definitely not some lowlife skank like that. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck, for a split second you thought she would get on the tip of her toes and would kiss him, and god, if she'd done that, you would grab Javier's gun and shoot her.

Well, not really, but you would definitely feel like doing it.

So you turned your back to them and went to the reception, what you didn't expect was to see Manu right after you. He had that stupid smug smile on his face and you wanted to punch him for that. You could tell how much fun he was having with that entire situation and you weren't going to be quiet about it.

You folded your arms and stared at him, who just chuckled and raised his eyebrow.

"I can't even imagine what you must be feeling now, Y/N… your boyfriend being called by a fucking prostitute in the middle of the night to come to rescue… in front of the entire team, and someone will definitely tell Colleen who will spread the news first thing in the morning… god that is embarrassing" he laughed "I'm almost sorry for you, Y/N… but you deserve this" he shrugged and you scoffed, if you felt any guilt for betraying him at any part of your day, now it had all gone away, you felt nothing but anger. Towards Manu, Javier and mostly Gabriela.

"I'm not happy about it, I gotta give you that, but since you are into gossip, here's one you can spread through the whole office first thing in the morning, honey" you took a step closer and smirked "remember the night we spent together? Well, you couldn't make me cum because you are a pathetic lover, so all the noise I made that night was because I was picturing Javier fucking me instead" you smiled "and there's more… in the morning, when I woke up, I moaned his name, because he was the one in my wet dream" you winked at him and saw as his whole face went red with anger and the way he clenched his fist made you weary, but before any of you could say anything at all, Gabi walked out the door with Javier. She held some papers and her jacket against her body, while he looked annoyed and angry.

He immediately picked up the tension in the air and fastened his pace, meeting you in a few seconds, a protective arm around your shoulders as he looked at Manu, who was clearly at a loss of words but looking like he could burst in rage at any point.

He thought the best would be taking you out of that place, so he placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you outside, without looking back. He didn't know what had happened during that short moment between you and your ex, but whatever that was called for an exit.

Javier felt the exhaustion in his body, it was just too much confusion for one day, too many things happening all at once and to make things worse he would certainly have to face gossip at work the next day.

He walked you to his car, but the sound of heels right behind you, made you both turn around.

Gabriela was biting her lips and looking at Javier with the same dramatic and needy eyes.

"Javi? Can I get a ride back downtown?" She bit her lips, making sure to whine his name, you felt a cold shiver down your spine, at the realization she probably moaned his name like that during sex.

Your cheeks heated up and your heart accelerated with anger, you tried keeping that to yourself but quickly gave up as Gabriela took another step towards Javier.

"Next time you need my services, I won't charge you anything, Javi" she whispered and bit her lips, ready to place a peck on his cheek but you immediately stormed in blocking her and looked at her

"Oh yeah? You gonna give him that good of a discount?" You lowered your voice, staring coldly into her eyes "too bad he's not gonna take the offer, in fact, Gabi…" you whined her name just like she did when she called Javier "if there's a next time Javier touches you, you can bet your pretty ass he will do it while helping the other cops carrying your dead body out of a crime scene" you said and gave him the same glare "are we going home now or sleeping over at your desk so we won't arrive late for work, Peña?" You gritted your teeth and Javi saw you were not joking.

He'd seen you angry, frustrated and upset, but he hadn't seen you pissed off like that. It was like something took over you as you seemed so fierce, so strong and there was definitely something sexy to it, which he thought it would be better not to comment on it. He knew a great part - if not all of it - of your anger was caused by his familiarity with Gabi, and he definitely didn't want to spark any other conversations about that.

He simply looked down, avoiding the prostitute's pleading eyes and got into the car silently, not knowing what to tell you or what to say at all.

You, on the other hand, just stared out the window as the streets of Bogotá were nothing but a blur as Javier drove fast through the night. A growing headache made you sigh in defeat. Things were not supposed to be going like that at all. According to your first plan, you would be coming back from a date with Javier, he would have given you flowers, taken you out for dinner, maybe even danced a little salsa before heading home to a heated night of passion.

But then, things changed when you had your traumatic encounter with Manu, still, you and Javi managed to come up with a backup plan, better than you thought you would. You were going to fucking shower with Javi, you were going to be able to touch each other, see each other, kiss each other's skin and with a little luck he would rail you in bed after railing you in the shower, but of course things were just too good and too easy for you, so everything got ruined by that horrible woman, so yeah, you were not happy at that moment.

You could tell Javi was just as tense, he was probably tired too, from all that happened the past few days, the turmoil of feelings and everything they brought up caused the two of you, the physical pain of being beaten up, not being able to rest and all the damn problems that never seemed to go away. And he was also stepping on eggshells around you, it was obvious.

You couldn't blame him, you were actually glad he was being extra careful around you, because as bad tempered as you were at that moment, you feared you'd snap at him at any second.

Getting home then, was an awkward task, but you managed to accomplish it thanks to Javier's great driving skills. He was fast and ran one red light or another, it didn't really matter, and not too long after, you were finally home. Javi was kind enough to walk you to your apartment, he wasn't sure what to say or what to do, but didn't actually want to leave you alone. So he just stood awkwardly in the living room for a couple of minutes before following you into your room.

You were undressing, kicking off your shoes and getting rid of your sweater. He noticed you were picking from where you left off before you both had to rush to the station, but this time, he was sure he wasn't invited to your shower.

"Are we gonna talk about what happened?" He broke the silence and swallowed. It was quite hilarious Javier had arrested, fought and shot some of the most cruel men in the country without batting his eyes and yet, there he was, anxious and worried about your next move.

You sighed tiredly and looked at him.

"There's not much we have to talk about, is there? I mean, too much happened in a short span of time, right Javi? Los Pepes, you beaten up, us sleeping together, Manu finding out and now your… friend, asking you for help" you bit your lips "it feels like we lived months, years in just a few days, and it made me very tired… I promise you I am more tired than angry right now. It was embarrassing for the two of us, having Gabriela getting all cozy around you, offering you to fuck her for free… that made sick" you admitted "I never judged you for going out with hookers, but I felt a little humiliated… she knows you more than I do, she has touched you more than I did" you sighed and Javier could see there was more than just jealousy in your eyes. There was sadness in them.

You two had been on the run for so long, sometimes chasing each other like cat and mouse and sometimes you were just doing that dangerous dance, but it felt like you were stuck. As much as you witnessed and learned things about Javier no one ever had, as much as you were the one who made him want to grow as a man, who made him open up to love and admit he was indeed so in love with you, he still hadn't even taken you out on a date, he hadn't properly touched you, taken his time, given you pleasure and told you about his feelings for you. Of course he had mentioned his little happy ever after fantasy, but you could have easily interpreted it as a joke, which he was sure you had.

He realized you had assurance of absolutely nothing and you were now second guessing your relationship and he couldn't blame you for that.

"So… should I stay or do you want me to go?" He asked you unsure of your answer.

You tiredly shrugged

"It's up to you, Javi… I'll shower now"

You wanted him to have stayed, but you didn't say so, whereas he wanted to stay but thought he wasn't welcome.

And when you left the bathroom, Javier was already gone.

•••

You were finishing your coffee when someone knocked on the door, you were already all set to go to work, and you could hear the heavy rain under the roof, the weather was so inviting to stay in bed and be lazy the whole day, but you knew you had something to do, you just couldn't remember exactly what it was, but after the whole shit storm that hit you and Javier, it was natural your memory wasn't that great.

You got up and answered the door, growing surprised to find Steve there.

"Hey Y/N… Peña asked me to drive you to the embassy, he said you and him had meetings scheduled with Messina but she ended up calling him earlier this morning and asked him to go as fast as he could.."

Shit.

You had completely forgotten about your appointment with Messina. That's what was bothering you so much but you couldn't wrap your head around it. You had an idea of what she was going to talk to you but you had so much in your mind you couldn't even think of her proposal. You sighed to yourself, already feeling an anxiety creeping up your chest.

"She's probably got something far up his ass now" he chuckled and took your attention away from your own thoughts. "anyway, it's raining and traffic is crazy, so let's go"

Steve hadn't said much for about ten minutes, but the silence was awkward and you could just tell he was holding something back. He ran his tongue through his teeth, trying to find the exact words he could use in order to ask you, but they weren't very good. There was nothing better he could think of other than the blunt truth.

"So… you and Javi?" He raised his eyebrow at you and chuckled at your surprised face "you know, it doesn't take a lot of brains to figure that out, you and him have been in this will they won't they situation for quite a while and it's nice things are getting into the right place" you frowned and shook your head softly, wanting to say something but being at a loss of words, so Steve took the opportunity to continue.

"Kinda fucked up I took you for a hooker on Saturday night though, but you were loud"

"Steve?!" You said angrily as you felt mortified at his words, though yeah, he was right and yeah, you were loud. "Can we just not talk about it? I mean, I don't know what's with Javi and me, we haven't talked about anything at all, I still don't know if things will work out or if we should have done it… it's just complicated"

"Complicated?!" He raised his eyebrow and scoffed "complicated was my relationship when my wife left me!!! That was fucking complicated, Y/N… you and Javi are just two idiots in love who are too stubborn to admit it, there's nothing complicated about that, there's just you playing hard to get and Javier having no balls to actually get you"

You were shocked to say the least. Steve had never talked to you like that, or about Javi that way, out of all the people in the world, you didn't expect that coming from Steve Murphy. For once, he wasn't one to give relationship advice and you had no idea things were so obvious like that, were you and Javi that pathetic?

He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead as he parked in front of the Embassy

"Listen, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk, but you gotta stop for a moment and be true to yourself. You like Javi, and he likes you too… he isn't husband material, but what if he can't become one? Maybe he does love you and maybe he does want to do things right, what have you got to lose? Sooner or later this whole Escobar war will end and we will all go back home, and you will spend the rest of your days daydreaming about what could have happened between the two of you?" He asked "just… go with the flow, have fun. If it works you'll end up with the guy you love and if it doesn't work, at least you get to live some days of happiness with someone who makes you feel good" he said and looked outside as you opened the door and exited the car without saying a word.

Peña looked around uncomfortably as Messina kept talking. He had honestly stopped paying attention to what her boss was blabbering about for at least ten minutes. It was all about Los Pepes and how they could come up with actions to stop them, at the same time they needed to come up with actions to stop Escobar. He was just tiring of that labyrinth, because no matter how much they ran and exchanged turns, they would never find their way out.

"..and lastly, I asked you to come earlier because I got a report concerning your behavior, agent Peña…" she said opening a file and read out loud the written report about Gabriela's arrest the night before and saw how he uncomfortably shifted in his chair "... Anyway, one unidentified agent made allegations you had paid for this woman's…. Services, with money from the embassy"

Javier's face felt like it was caught on fire. He couldn't hide his embarrassment and couldn't even look Messina in the eyes. It was obvious Manuel was the rat who made those allegations, which were not necessarily false, there were times Javier did pay the girls with american resources, but only when he was pursuing info on the cartels, if the girls after providing them the information offered their services to him, then he couldn't actually deny it, but he thought he shouldn't actually tell Messina that.

"It's just that… Agent Peña, I know you have your personal life, but I thought you were dating that young lady… Y/N… and I don't think that's the correct attitude. You two seem like a lovely couple and I know our conversation is highly inappropriate, but you are one of our best agents on the field and I also know how debilitating this job can be…"

Javier thanked the heavens for the knock on the door that interrupted Messina's lecture.

Deep down, he knew she was completely right but it was so painfully embarrassing to have to hear her scolding him about that. It felt like his mother had to give him the talk all over again and he couldn't hide his shame.

Messina licked her lips and also looked down at a bunch of paper over her desk, she realized maybe she had gone too far on prying into one of her agent's personal business, but she was just so exhausted of her job's impossible and frustrating demands at the same time she had to handle small, petty feuds between agents like a school teacher would do when her students were bickering.

Finally, she took a big sip of water and cleared her throat, commanding whoever knocked to come in.

You took a step inside hesitantly, you could feel the thick tension and Javier's expression was indecipherable.

Messina nodded at him, dismissing him without using any words and you watched as Javier got up as fast as he could, wanting to get away from the woman. If you weren't so anxious about your own meeting, you would have probably laughed at his reaction, he looked like a naughty boy who was caught red handed and needed to get away before getting into trouble.

You walked towards the chair at the same time he moved towards the door, the two of you definitely not in your best shape, clearly with your minds elsewhere, especially when Javier bumped into you by accident, making you squeal softly and gripped his hands on your hips.

You locked eyes with him, as your bodies were so close and if you wanted to kiss those lips all you had to do was to move a little further and get on the tip of your toes.

And God, you did wanna kiss those lips, you could practically feel them on yours already, when Messica cleared her throat, clearly irritated at the scene she witnessed.

"Agent Peña, can you please close the door on your way out?"

Javi slowly let go of your sides, though he couldn't look away from you just yet, instead he nodded at Messina quickly and grabbed his jacket.

You swallowed and tried catching your breath, sitting down and drying the small beads on sweat that formed in your forehead.

"So, Y/N… I called you here to discuss your transfer to another country, just as you had requested over two months ago and…" Messina eyebrows furrowed

"Agent Peña, do you mind, please?" She raised her voice, not hiding the anger as Javier stood at the door, listening to the conversation. He couldn't believe you still wanted to move away from Colombia. He knew you had filled that request when you both fell out with each other, but was it possible you would want to leave now? Now that you two were so close to being together?

You turned around and you had the impression that if you had kicked a puppy on the street, the puppy's eyes would look less sad than Javier's. You swallowed and didn't say a word, as he closed the door as quietly as possible and left you and Messina alone to discuss your future.

Javi waited by the marquee as he lit another cigarette, he was impatient as he watched the raindrops falling just a few centimeters from him. He wasn't sure if you wanted him to wait for you, but he wanted to see you, to talk to you. He had been longing for it ever since the night before. He wanted to have stayed with you, held you until you were asleep but he wasn't sure if you would want the same, so he decided not to overstep things.

He could have waited inside, so he would catch you as soon as you left Messina's office, but the anxiety was too constant and he needed a smoke to relax some more. No matter how much he tried distracting himself or thinking about another thing, it all went back to you.

What if you were going to transfer… what would Javi do without you? He couldn't just quit his job and go after you, would you even want that? So many things worried him to no end at the same time his heart ached, he didn't have a good feeling about that at all.

You couldn't believe yourself when you left Messina's office. She had offered you the opportunity you had been dreaming about for so long, even before going to Colombia, all you needed to do was to say yes and hop on the first plane to Europe. You would leave that blood splash behind. Escobar, Carlos, Manu and Javier.

It would all become nothing more than a distant memory, of a turbulent phase of your life.

You could start fresh, in a new city, a new opportunity to live your life.

But you would be loveless, because you would leave your heart with Javier and you couldn't do that.

You looked around the Embassy and couldn't find a trace of him, you hadn't asked him to wait for you, but you had a feeling in your guts and a small hope in your heart he would be there. The rain had almost stopped and you thought of going outside, maybe he would be there smoking a cigarette.

You fastened your pace, your heart beating so fast as you finally found him. You could recognize him like that anywhere. His back, his hair, his tight jeans highlighting Javi's cute ass. It all made you giggle and you rushed to him, you didn't care if you looked like a crazy woman running under rain, you just stopped when you grabbed him by the arms, pulling him slightly as you hadn't quite stopped at the right time and pecked his neck.

"Morning, agent Peña" you smiled as he threw the cigarette butt away and turned to you. He was shocked to say the least. First, he hadn't expected you being so happy to see him, at all. In fact, his pessimistic tendencies had already convinced you would rush home to pack your bags and go back to the USA as soon as possible.

However, there you were, smiling, gripping his body. Shit, get it together, Javier. He told himself and immediately placed his hands on your hips, tighter than he did in Messina's office just some moments ago, pulling you closer, he watched your face, wanting to find any clues of what was your final decision.

He licked his lips and felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"So? Did she offer you the job? Outside Colombia?" He swallowed and you nodded "is it good?" He questioned, seeing you nod again.

"New York, Javi… big deal" you said and saw how his eyes lost the sparkle, you felt guilty as he just assumed you had taken the job, you decided to end that torture, but he was faster.

"W-when?" His voice broke a little and he immediately cleared his throat, ashamed of showing you some of that gutting feeling. "When are you leaving?"

You frowned at him and smiled.

"I'm a little confused Javi… I thought I was- actually, we were supposed to leave only when we moved to your dad's ranch… isn't it what we talked about?" You asked and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer "I'm only leaving Colombia when you leave it with me, then we'll go to Laredo, right? You'll take care of your pop's ranch, and I'll get a job at the courthouse or something… that until baby Peña shows up…" you smiled when you saw Javier smiling.

All the tension in his body dissolved, pulling you even tighter as he couldn't believe his ears at your words. You had actually listened to him, you had liked his plans. You weren't leaving him, you were giving him a chance and he couldn't be more thankful for it.

"But it feels kinda weird to plan this huge trip without even going on a date first, doesn't it?" You asked and grabbed his left arm, taking a look at his watch to see what time it was.

"So, you got two hours to figure out where to take me… I'm going home to get ready, and remember, Peña… no date, no happy ending in our ranch with our family" you winked and pulled him for a kiss, his big hand cupped your cheek, but you quickly said goodbye and went home.

You had a date with Javier Peña before you could start your life with him.

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A/N: I hope you guys have enjoyed this chapter, I guess we can now finally forget Manu ever existed and I am so happy about how reader treated Gabi because honestly I would have done it worse if a skank wanted to touch my Javi 🔪 and finally, reader and Javi getting together for real, I love it ❤️

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the final test

summary | after spending the night at your apartment, steve meets your overprotective roommate

pairing | college!steve rogers x fem!college!reader, roommate!bucky barnes x fem!reader (platonic)

warning | fluff, mentions of smut, bucky basically calls steve an fboy

word count | 1.0k

It was early when Steve woke up, the blinds were still open, the sun shining through the room. Coming to his senses, Steve felt an arm wrapped around his chest, opening his eyes, seeing you sleeping right next to him.

Everything started to come back to him, it was your third date with Steve and after dinner and drinks, you invited him back to your apartment letting the rest of the date fall into place.

Both your clothes were scattered all around your bedroom, and carefully lifting your arm, Steve grabbed his boxers, heading out for some coffee.

Walking out in the hallway towards the common area of the apartment, Steve had heard sounds coming from the living room, furrowing his brows because he didn’t know you had a roommate. Cursing himself slightly because he didn’t want some random girl to see him practically naked.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, seeing how he could slip behind the living room and get into the kitchen without being seen, and it seemed to work until he heard someone call him out.

“Not that slick Rogers.” That wasn’t a feminine voice and Steve thought he knew that voice. Closing his eyes, he turned around to see Bucky sitting on the couch, his body still turned towards the tv.

Steve and Bucky were barely friends. They shared a few classes together, saw each other at parties and that was it.

“Are you dating Y/n’s roommate?” He wondered.

“I’m her roommate.” Bucky corrected, finally turning around. Snorting at his lack of clothing, he turned back to the tv.

Steve didn’t know what to say, even though the two of you had been going on a few dates now and he was soon to ask you to be his girlfriend, he didn’t know Bucky was your roommate.

Bucky was waiting for this moment since he heard about your first date. You and Bucky had met your first day at university, the two of you were neighbors while living in the dorms and since then the two of you were best friends, now living together as juniors.

You loved Bucky and trusted his opinion more than anyones, always remembering how the past guys you dated were always good until they met him, their inflated egos couldn’t take that you were living with a guy.

Since you started seeing Steve, Bucky was adamant that it was going to happen again and you wanted Bucky to be wrong because you really did like Steve and you knew that wasn’t that insecure about a guy living with you.

“So uh, whatcha watching?” Steve hated the small talk and just wanted to run back to your room, locking the door behind him.

“Really?” Bucky snorted, “You want to know what I’m watching? You have sex with her last night?”

Steve choked on his breath, letting out a series of coughs, “Um.”

“Yes.” Bucky answered for him. “You're gonna ask to be her boyfriend.”

Steve listened to the way he formed his sentence, he was going to ask to be your boyfriend, not asking you to be his girlfriend. It made him think about the guys you were with in the past.

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look man,” Bucky sighed, finally getting up, making his way towards Steve. Steve had been a couple inches taller but Bucky had more muscle on him. “Y/n is my best friend and I’ve seen first hand the shit she’s been through with some guys and I remember how you were last year.”

Steve had been a part of one the frats on campus and was practically the definition of your typical frat boy.

“If you’re gonna act like you did with all those girls, you can walk out the door right now.” Bucky concluded, giving him no room to answer. Steve just nodded, muttering an understanding.

Bucky looked at him, his gaze sharp, looking over him before taking a step back.

“She likes waffles in the morning, they're in the freezer.” He called out making his way back to his room. Steve just nodded, going back into the kitchen, making you breakfast no questions asked.

Just as they popped out of the toaster, he heard you coming out of your room.

“Hey.” You smiled softly, his shirt now on you, falling past your butt, covering your panties. “You weren’t in bed.”

“Early riser.” He smiled, sliding your plate towards you. Looking down at the waffles, you let out a small smile.

“I see you met Buck.” You giggled, starting to cut up your waffle, “He try to size you up.”

“Yeah.” Steve gave you a tip lighted smile, nodding his head, “He’s protective of you.”

“Wouldn’t you know it?” You huffed, “But he’s my best friend, and wouldn’t change it for the world.”

It was now or never at this point, standing on the other side of the counter, Steve watched as you ate your breakfast, trying not to have a panic attack in your apartment.

“I know we’ve been going out for a while and I really like you and this may be forward but I was wondering if I could be your boyfriend?”

Your fork was just about to reach your mouth when you paused. You let out a small smile, setting down your food.

“I would like that a lot.” Your voice was quiet, and you could barely look him in the eye.

“I know my reputation isn’t the best but I promise you, I have changed, and if I do anything to hurt you, you can send Bucky.”

Laughing you looked over to his room, seeing him standing on the frame of his door, nodding softly at you.

Pushing up on the counter, your hands placed on the counter, leaning over towards Steve, pressing your lips onto his. Stabilizing you, Steve reciprocated the kiss, just as you were about to pull away, he pecked you once more.

“You know I got scared earlier that I was basically about to flash your roommate.” Steve laughed.

“It’s fine, Buck has seen it all.”

fin.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x girlfriend!reader #steve rogers #college!steve rogers #college!steve rogers x reader #college!steve rogers x college!reader

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hendersister · 10 months

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twilight zone (1/3)

summary: when you and steve get trapped in the upside down, you work together to survive.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: twilight zone by golden earring

word count: ~1k

a/n: while i was outling this fic, i realized it was getting pretty long so i decided to split it into 3 parts 🩷🩷🩷

part 2 ->

Everything happened so fast…

It all started when you thought that you had a lead in tracking down Vecna. You believed that gates to the Upside Down were opened at each spot Vecna kills his victims. So you and Steve decided to follow your hunch. You took Dustin’s compass and a boat out to Lover’s Lake, where Patrick died, to investigate if your theory was accurate.

You and Steve stopped rowing after the compass started acting haywire. Steve volunteered to go into the water to check it out. When he resurfaced, he told you that he found a small gate. Your theory was right! But before you had time to celebrate this little win in the big war, Steve got abruptly pulled underwater. It was horrifying to watch, like a moment in Jaws came to life.

“STEVE!” you scream frantically.

Without thinking, you dive into the water to help your boyfriend.

Steve is dragged into the Upside Down by the creature that pulled him underwater. Once Steve makes it through the gate, the creature lets go of its tight grip around his ankle.

Steve breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath after being underwater. He rises to his feet and takes a look around.

“Shit,” Steve curses to himself.

He hears the sounds of electricity sparking, thunder rumbling in the distance, and then-

“Steve!”

Your boyfriend turns to see you rushing toward him. His jaw drops when he sees you. When Steve was in trouble, you jumped in the water after him. If that’s not love, Steve doesn’t know what is.

“Y/N!”

As soon as you reach Steve, you pull him into a big hug.

“Holy shit! When you got pulled down….I thought I lost you…” you tell him breathlessly.

Steve hugs you back tightly.

“I’m alright,” he softly assures you, then looks you up and down, “Are you okay?”

You nod and then let out a deep breath, finally taking in your surroundings. Your eyes widen as you look around the Upside Down. It’s like Hawkins but it’s colder, darker, and much more sinister.

“Toto… I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Suddenly, sounds of shrieking and squawking can be heard in the distance. You and Steve both turn your heads to see a swarm of demobats flying right towards you.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp.

Steve quickly scans your surroundings and notices an Upside Down version of the little rowboat you used to get to the middle of Lover’s Lake. The boat has two paddles. Steve grabs them both and hands one off to you.

You and Steve raise your paddles like weapons, readying yourself for the oncoming threat.

WOOSH

The demobats start swarming around you and Steve. The two of you smack them away with the paddles. You try to stay as close to one another as possible but you eventually break away from each other to fight your own little battles.

You’re able to hold your own pretty well. While repeatedly hitting one of the demobats over and over again, part of your wooden paddle breaks off into a sharp edge. You take advantage and start using it like a knife. Instead of swatting the demobats away, you stab them. You pierce holes through their chest, killing them instantly.

Meanwhile, Steve is fighting off demobats left and right. One of the bats extends its tail and wraps it around Steve’s neck, choking Steve and causing him to drop his paddle. Steve grunts as he pulls the tail away from his neck. Steve keeps hold of the demobat’s tail and repeatedly smashes the creature into the ground. Then he steps on the bat’s chest and tears its body apart. A panting Steve tosses half of the demobat’s body behind him and spits out some blood as thunder booms in the background.

And then, just as quickly as they came, you and Steve watch as most of the demobats suddenly fly away. A few of the creatures stay behind and circle around the gate, effectively blocking it off.

“There’s not that many. We can take ‘em. Right?” Steve wonders aloud.

SQUAWK

In the distance, more demobats start to converge. Your heart drops. Those bats weren’t leaving the fight, they were getting more back up. You and Steeve need to get out of here immediately.

You take Steve’s hand.

“C’mon!”

You and Steve run as fast as you can into the nearby woods. You don’t stop running until you reach the Upside Down version of Skull Rock. You both need a moment to catch your breath.

After a beat, you look Steve up and down. Before he dove into the water to take a look at the gate, he took his shirt and shoes off. You can’t let him navigate the Upside Down in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. You take off your sweatshirt, which was actually one of Steve’s old sweatshirts before he gave it to you, and toss it over to him.

“As much as I enjoy watching you walk around shirtless, you look like you need this more than me.”

Steve gives you an appreciative look.

“Thanks Y/N.”

You wink cutely at Steve. He smiles to himself and puts on the sweatshirt.

Then the earth abruptly starts shaking. Steve wraps a protective arm around you and tries his best to keep hold of the rock. You both cling on to each other until the shaking stops. You can hear creatures baying and snarling in the distance.

“We need to find another gate to get out of here. There’s no way we can use Lover’s Lake,” you tell Steve.

Your boyfriend nods in agreement.

“I think the next closest gate is Eddie’s trailer, where Chrissy died,” you say.

“Yeah, but that’s like 15 miles away,” Steve shrugs.

You sigh. Ooof. That’s going to be a long walk! Unfortunately, it might be the only other way out of the Upside Down. You have to get to Eddie’s trailer. But first, you and Steve should stock up on supplies to prepare for the journey ahead.

“My house isn’t too far from here. We can go there to pick up anything we might need before heading to Eddie’s trailer,” you suggest.

“Good idea,” Steve nods.

“Let’s go.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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o hello there! so glad to hear you’re hanging in there, Erin. your fics are bringing joy to so many in these troubling times 🫠

alrighty so I’ve been turning this req over in my head all day. here’s what I’m thinking, only if you’re interested, ofc!

Pregnant reader and Steve haven’t let the crew in on the baby news yet—which is getting increasingly difficult with reader’s obvious physical changes as they near the halfway point. They’re trying to wait until as long as possible, actually, even though it’s easier said than done… because in addition to your body changing, Steve’s on level ten dad/protective/caretaking mode and can’t act like everything’s normal when it clearly isn’t! So this lovestruck baby daddy’s always staring at you, trying to make sure you eat enough, asking how you’re feeling, accidentally feeling up your belly, and telling you and the kids off for playing too rough (maybe one runs into you and Steve freaks out? I also rather like the idea of you trying to get down low on the ground or up on a precarious chair to get a toy back for the kids and he goes mental).

Anyway. Every time this happens the kids and/or older teens are like… wtf is going on here? And you guys have to make excuses/try to play it off like it’s normal behavior. (Whether reader/Steve ultimately decide to reveal the truth in the end is up to you.)

I’m so weak for exasperated/caretaking Steve. 🥵

Luv, ☄️

Hello again ☄️ anon! Thank you for the sweet words! I’m happy to comply. Here we have a stern, overprotective Steve, even in this gif.

The Secret Is Out

Steve Harrington/Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy (in case you aren’t interested)

With your belly growing bigger, your secret was sure to expose itself the longer you and Steve kept it from everyone.

You were just past five months pregnant and the bump was growing at a rapid pace.

You and he had yet to tell everyone else, almost afraid to jinx it. Steve was terrified and overprotective of you and the little bean after all that had happened in Hawkins in the past. For now, this baby was still you two’s secret.

It wasn’t just your appearance that was making it harder to keep under wraps—regardless that you’d been wearing Steve’s looser sweaters on you, thankful for the cooler weather—but Steve’s actions were raising everyone’s suspicions.

“You’ve gotta watch what you’re doing around others,” you said, “I feel like they know something’s up. Robin kept asking me why you were staring at me with stars in your eyes all yesterday.”

“I’m sorry,” he shrugged helplessly, “You just looked so pretty yesterday. All glowing and shit and you’re carrying our baby, it just makes me so happy, Y/N.”

A smile appeared on your face. It’s not like you could be mad at him for that.

“Just try to tone it down a little, okay?”

•

Even though it had cooled down lately, it was still nice enough to be in the park.

The air was crisp, the leaves were stunning hues of golden yellows, fiery oranges and rusted reds as the trees embraced the season. You, Steve and your friends all had gathered in the park. Some of the older teens sat at the picnic benches with you two sipping on spiked cider—regular apple cider for you while the rest of the group, all kids and remaining teens, played flag football.

Steve sat next to you, arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers and hand subconsciously rubbing your belly. Even you hadn’t noticed it at first as it had become a normal thing. It was only when you noticed Eddie, of all people, doing a double take, his gaze on Steve’s hand.

He may not have had much personal experience with pregnancy, but you knew good and well he wasn’t an idiot and the look on his face confirmed he suspected the truth.

“Steve, you’re being suspicious again,” you mumbled, gently moving his hand away.

“Sorry, force of habit,” he said, taking another swig of his drink.

“What is up with you two anyway?” Nancy asked, turning her attention away from the game her boyfriend Jonathan played, with the other kids.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“You’ve been weird,” she elaborated, “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Everything is fine,” you assured her.

Max and El called a time out, coming to rest on the picnic table, out of breath and sweaty, reaching for their water bottles they’d left.

The boys were tossing the football and it landed near you, so you offered to get it, hollering to them as you jumped down off the table.

“No, don’t! I got it!” Steve yelped, hopping down for the football.

You had to smother a groan. You deeply appreciated his concern, but you were still okay when it came to bending over, you hadn’t completely lost the ability to do that yet.

Dustin, who was still hollering to one of the others came running over to fetch the ball, not looking where he was going. He ran smack into you at full force. You grabbed his arms, righting him before he could fall to the ground.

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N, my bad,” he said, giving his trademark bright smile.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Henderson?!”

Steve pretty much freaked out.

“I-I’m sorry?” Dustin blinked, as surprised by Steve’s outburst as the rest of the group.

“You don’t always have to play so rough, someone could get hurt!” he lectured.

“Is it just me or is Steve more insane than normal?” you heard Max mutter behind you.

“Very subtle, Steve,” you said, rubbing the bridge of your nose, between your eyebrows.

He had all but stuck an “I’m pregnant” sign on your back at this point.

“You’re being really weird,” Dustin said.

“Way weird, dude,” Eddie said, watching the drama unfold.

“I told you he’s been weird!” Robin exclaimed, “You’ve been acting like an overprotective chihuahua and yapping every time someone even breathes on Y/N.”

“What’s going on?” Mike asked, running up with Will, Jonathan and Lucas in tow.

“We’re trying to figure out why Steve’s been acting so strange for the last few months,” Eddie filled the rest of them in.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Lucas asked, “He asked her yesterday if she had enough to eat. Has he ever done that before?”

“Never,” El replied, seriously.

“And remember when she climbed on the chair last week to help me hang a poster in the basement?” Mike said.

“He went ballistic,” Will nodded.

“You did carry her all the way upstairs after you lectured her,” Jonathan winced a bit.

Eddie was clearly enjoying the hell out of this. But you knew the smartass already knew what was up, he was just waiting for everyone else to catch on.

“You’re always asking her if she’s okay, too,” Dustin said.

“See? Overprotective chihuahua,” Robin said.

“Steve, we should just tell them,” you said, turning to him, an amused smirk on your lips, “They deserve to know anyway.”

“Tell us what?” Nancy asked.

You saw him convey silently that it was okay. You’d both kept it to yourselves long enough and you were actually excited to share the news with your friends.

“Y/N’s pregnant,” Steve said.

The entire group erupted in a mix of cheers, hollering and overlapping questions.

“What?!” Max and El.

“How long have you known?!” Dustin.

“Is that why you’ve been treating her like she’s made of glass?” Mike.

“How far along are you?” Nancy.

“I should’ve known, Steve’s practically been bounding around like a proud peacock,” Robin muttered.

Steve shot Robin a withering glare.

“We’ve known a while,” you answered the first question, “Yes, that’s why Steve’s been crazy overprotective and I’m five months pregnant.”

“The baby is due in February,” Steve smiled, pulling you into his side.

“Aww you could have a Valentine’s Day baby!” Robin exclaimed.

You laughed, filled with happiness at how thrilled the group was for you two.

This baby was already so incredibly loved.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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ahoysteviex · 2 years

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Homie I’m asking politely for headcanons about Billy, Steve, or Jonathan dating Hopper’s son (assuming he adopted the reader like he did Eleven) 👀

The Boys with an S/O Who's Been Adopted by Hopper

contents: mild/brief nsfw under steve's, billy being an ass, fluff, reader is a senior and 18, reader is GN, minors DNI

Ko-fi

DO NOT LIKE WITHOUT REBLOGGING

Billy

you already know that Billy is doing everything he can to piss Hop off

leave the door open three inches? that bitch stays closed. no going out after a certain hour? that's when Billy's picking you up.

he's sneaking in your window, dressing you in shit Hop would never approve of, getting you to drink and/or smoke... you name it

he gets a sort of satisfaction from pissing your dad off, as evidenced by the smirk on his face whenever you protest with "Billy I can't, my dad will kill me!"

if Hopper ever confronts him, Billy plays stupid. Hop sees right through it, but with you standing right there, he can't push Billy against the wall and threaten him like he wants to. and Billy knows it. that's why he's smiling like that.

you'd be lying if you said the whole bad boy act didn't turn you on, but you still feel bad for your old man. you owe him a Billy-free movie night or two

as much as El does not like Billy, she's sometimes grateful that he takes the spotlight off of herself and Mike

whenever Billy gets Hopper all worked up, Mike seems like an angel by comparison and your dad seems to take it easy on him for the time being

Steve

Steve is a lot more respectful of Hopper and the rules he puts in place. in fact, he's almost scared to piss him off

he's definitely not perfect, though. sometimes he'll notice the clock tick past 8, but your lips on his just feel so good... ten more minutes can't hurt, right?

if you notice and say something, he'll take you home without protest, but he will pout a bit. "8 is so early. can't you get him to extend curfew just by, like, an hour?"

since Steve has already proven himself trustworthy with the kids (protecting them, babysitting, being in on the whole Upside Down business, etc.) Hopper will be open to letting you stay out with him a little later

maybe, maybe you'll even be able to spend the night at his house? but absolutely not on a school night and definitely not two nights in a row! and if your homework isn't finished when you get home, you're grounded for the rest of the year. (totally not exaggerating)

it'll take awhile to get Steve to quit making out with you in order to actually get your homework done, but he'll settle down eventually. he wants to stay in Hoppers good graces. just promise to wrap those pretty lips around his cock once you're done with chemistry?

overall, Hopper doesn't give Steve too much grief

Jonathan

Hopper is pleased when he finds out you and Jonathan are dating! he knows Joyce's boy is a good kid. how could he not be? look who he has for a mom!

Jonathan is also very respectful of Hop. He's always the one the point out the time or get nervous if you shut your door all the way

he'll take you home 20 minutes early if he notices, so you better keep his attention or hide every clock in sight

sometimes it can even get a little annoying with how much your dad likes Jonathan. your boyfriend will pick you up for a date and end up having a 20 minute conversation with your father while you wait by the car

the worst part is that he doesn't even mean to! he's not kissing Hop's ass, he's just a good guy. and your dad can tell; it's why he likes him so much!

if you ask to go out with Jonathan, Hop will sometimes ask if Jonathan wants to come over to watch a movie instead, fully intending to hang out with him himself. you'll end up third wheeling as they become best friends, so be careful

going over his house instead is always nice, though. you get to see Joyce! she's always asking how your dad is doing or if he's busy. sometimes she'll send food home for him or even send it with Jonathan whenever he comes over

Hopper is forgetful, though, and you're always the one to bring the tupperware back to Joyce

#stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2 #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jim hopper #hopper byers family #my writing

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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what happens next | eddie munson

SUMMARY : after escaping from the upside down in eddie’s trailer, the rest of the gang sleeps in your house after that traumatizing experience. leaving you to ponder in fear and the anxiety regarding what just happened and what could happen next. luckily, eddie’s a good & observant boyfriend.

eddie munson x fem! reader

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REQUEST : by @kellysimagines

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : smut <3 (p in v, unprotected sex, shower sex & handjobs)

WORD COUNT : 3,813

a/n: hello !! sorry for the long wait hehe. i thought shower sex with eddie fits with ur request and i for sure made it a happy ending as promised !! i got stuck for a bit with this cuz my mind got juggled because of this shadow ban my main had on. enjoy the comfort smut hehe. <3

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“whatever you guys are doing. hurry up!”

“steve says you need to hurry!” erica blasts through as all of you were rummaging in eddie’s messy room for whatever mixtape or what cassette to help nancy. time was ticking, sweat beaded your foreheads as you rummaged in eddie’s pile with robin and max. all shouting in panic. everything in a blur as muck and dirt plastered on your sweaty forehead. the group in lover’s lake finally got out of that damn place, everything seemed fine until nancy started to act weird. which caused this frenzy in eddie’s trailer.

“yeah? no shit!” dustin shouted.

max interjected. “we’re trying and we can’t find anything!”

“what the fuck does she even listen to!?” you yelled as you held up at least five cassettes in your palms as eddie tossed whatever he could find to you and robin. all different genres, all completely useless what to pick.

“seriously, what is all this shit!?” robin shouted next, the quiver in her voice.

“i mean, what are you even looking for!?” eddie asked back, as you tried to pick whatever fucking song that’s making all your heads burst.

“madonna, blondie, bowie, beatles? music! we need music!” robin gestured making eddie grab one cassette in her hands, the intensity of the situation making it all combust.

“THIS. IS. MUSIC.”

“stop fucking yelling and find her goddamn song!” you shouted as everyone still rummaged the whole room. you muttered curses underneath your breath, if nancy was a goner you couldn’t imagine what would happen next.

“ask steve how is she!” you looked up to erica as the girl nodded and sprinted to the living room. a minute had passed, a long one, dustin was yelling at lucas, max was telling them to shut up. you and eddie argued over how many cassettes he owned and if his cassette deck was still working. robin was panicking.

“she’s awake! she’s awake!” everyone stilled as all came running down the hallway. you huffed, breath shaky as nancy was gently guided down to the mattress with steve on the ground, completely baffled of what happened. you exhaled sharply, nancy was fine, everyone was fine. the big hole up the ceiling was menacing as robin softly helped nancy up. she was still shaking, frightened at what just happened. whoever this vecna guy, you thought surely whatever that thing could do to anyone, will be much more difficult as you can imagine. you gulped, walking towards the fridge, glad to see a few water bottles in there. grabbing one, you opened the cap and immediately gave it to nancy.

“t-thanks.” she muttered, the cool water easing her nerves. a few tears welled up in her eyes, you gave her a small smile as steve went to her side. replacing you as everyone went silent. the entirety of the situation too overwhelming. a warm hand caressed your lower back, you looked to your shoulder to see eddie, with a worried look plastered on his face. the surfacing thoughts stopped as he pulled you closer to his side, understanding what was going on in your mind.

“everything will be alright.” he kissed your temple, the hot fan of his breath making you turn to hug him tight as his big arms wrapped around you. the fear still lingering. “we’ll be alright.”

•••

everyone agreed that your house was the safest and farthest from the portal to sleep in for the night. luckily, your whole family was out of town for several matters, leaving you completely free. it was silent, the whole drive to your house, your car was miraculously still in front of eddie’s trailer after you happened to investigate on your own after the cops were done with their shit. leading to now the fuckery you witnessed this very day. eddie was silent as well, still a bit traumatized. the night was quiet, street lights only illuminated the entire block, no sign of any person in the eerie neighborhood.

you now stood in your kitchen, the t.v on in the living room as you all urged them to be comfortable, knowing for tomorrow it’ll be a new day and a time to plan to what will do next. wiping your hands with the kitchen towel, you wiped your forehead as you placed the washed dishes aside. the iridescent light shined before you as you felt your whole body feel sore. everything felt sort of queasy, the feeling of something not good making you panic in the inside. you cursed at yourself, everything was fine right? you wanted to believe that but it was so hard not to suppress this down, the anxiety of what was going on. you bit your lip, looking up to see the four kids with steve and eddie laughing a long at what movie they were watching. nancy was already tucked in one of the guests room with robin, she needed the rest. you let yourself drown in the moment before deciding to silently decide to take a shower, to clear the nerves.

eddie’s head turned to see you walk off down to the hallway, he gulped, your tension leaving a trail of worry for him. he stood up, earning the attention of all as the sound of the movie’s background was replaced with dustin’s voice.

“lover’s duties?” he asked, with a toothy grin plastered on his face. he smiled at the kid, the little shrimp.

“i’m afraid so, man.” eddie ruffled the kid’s hair as he hopped off the couch. steve shouting back to keep it ‘pg’. his chest heaved, with silent steps up to your room, he noticed your bedroom’s door was ajar. oh, he noticed, always. he just wishes you’d talk to him sometimes rather than hide it. but then again, the things you’ve gone through for him. jason barging into your house because of him, almost hurting you. then escaping with him on the boat, with jason and the others following. and watching what he watched how chrissy died with patrick this time. now, diving into a lake and fought strange bats that almost killed steve and the rest of you. of course, you’d be like this. and he had to do something quick.

you rubbed your glassy eyes, your brows scrunching as you tried to wipe the threatening tears flowing down your cheeks. opening your closet, your mind runs high as all the worse possibilities came crashing down on you. it was worse than you thought, anything could happen in a moment wherein this all transpires into a big situation, one being all of you can die. the tremor on your lips forced you to clamp your eyes shut, you thought about eddie, then max and then the others. what would happen? whatever it is, you knew it didn’t feel right. nothing felt right of what was to come next. fuck. you sniffled, wiping your nose as you grabbed some of your clothes on the closet and a couple of more for the kids downstairs.

“hey.” big warm arms encircled your waist, you stiffened seeing as eddie buried his face on your neck. you sighed, rubbing his hand with a small smile on your lips.

“hi.” you whispered back, your bodies swaying out of habit. you hummed, liking the way the warmth of his body heated your back. the rhythm of his heartbeat making you feel at ease. god, you couldn’t explain how he had a huge influence on you for being such a caring boyfriend. your hand touched the curly locks of his hair, eddie groaned, the scent of you like a intoxicating drug he could not explain. a moment of silence filled the room, only bliss between the two of you. comforting bliss.

“‘ya gotta tell me what’s bugging you, baby.” he whispered softly, tightening a bit of his hold around you. your hand dropped down to place it on his arms, you turned your head to look up to him seeing his brown eyes stare at you filled with nurture. he looks beautiful.

your heart clenched. “i’m scared.” you mumbled, enough for him to hear. eddie had always has this nature of being so empathic, that it draws you into saying the problems in your head most of the time. a wonder he did that he does not notice. “i’m scared of what happens next, edds.”

“hey.” he unwrapped his arms around your waist, turning you to face him. his face centimeters to yours, the closeness he intended. “whatever comes next, we got each other? i got you, sweetheart. we’ll be alright.”

even if his words were a minor comfort, you still felt this unknowing lurking dread at the back of your neck. you couldn’t explain it but you were adamant as you blurted it out. “i don’t know, eddie. you saw what that thing did to nancy, what if it happens to either of the kids or even us? max is already being affected, and you. i’m so scared for you. the cops and jason—” you gazed upon him, the build up of tears blurring your vision.

“i can’t lose you.” you whispered, he was taken aback by it, silent at hearing your confession. yet his heart warmed up, his hands cupped your cheeks softly, thumb wiping the stray tears dripping down your face. oh, he wasn’t certain of whatever will happen. of course, all had one priority in mind was to stop vecna at all cost. the risk for evident and he understood your concern and fear for it, anything could happen. which is why the tinge of fear was nestled in him as well.

“i can’t lose you either.” his forehead rested upon yours, breaths mingled. “and i can’t have my girl being scared for me now. we’re safe here and i know it’s hard not to think of these things but let me help you feel better, baby.”

the fluttery familiar feeling arose in your chest, your cheeks glowed underneath the dim lamp light of your room as you smiled at him. “if you continue with that sweet talk i might marry ‘ya.”

eddie chuckled, hands dropping to wrap around your waist as you placed your hands on his chest. “save that thought after we graduate because i fucking will.”

he leaned in to lock your lips together, your smile grew wider as you focused on him. slow, gentle, soft caresses as it transitioned into being a bit fervor, days of not being with each other the cause of it. eddie groaned, the touch of you so intoxicating in his arms. he broke the kiss with a pop as his mouth descended down with butterfly kisses to your jaw, down to your neck. you shivered, the shave stub of his chin tickling you. you giggled as he sucked the delicate flesh before him, the heat in his pants growing just by this.

“edds, stop. i need to shower.” you mumbled, pushing his face off as he pouted. you pecked his lips again for a apology, turning to quickly grab the necessities for your long-awaited shower as eddie watched you with hidden hunger behind his eyes. you grinned cheekily at him, opening the bathroom door suggestively. “you can join me if you like.”

shockwaves were sent down eddie’s spine. shiiiiit. his eyes were wide and his cheeks turned red. he was stunned for a moment as you got in the bathroom with him in daze of the idea. his lips were dry as he mindlessly stuck his tongue out, getting cheeky now. following you into the bathroom, he watches you standing before the shower, shirtless as you were shoving your pants down to your feet, next your undergarments. you turned around to see him, you smiled at him as he shoved his leather jacket off and the rest of his dirty clothes. that you’ll probably have to shove them in the washing machine later. turning on the shower, you tested the temperature with your hand, it was warm and perfect, urging you to go in now.

you sighed in utter relaxation as the warm water hit your body. you let yourself drown in the bliss of a hot shower after such a reckless day. you closed your eyes, tilting your head up a bit, hoping to catch every water droplet. the welcoming man behind you made it even better aa you felt him wrap his arms around you again. leaning your back against his chest, you let out a breath as you turned around to see the famous cheeky grin on his face.

“no funny business.” you poked his cheek, exactly where his dimple is.

“wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.” yet. you did not believe him as you turned away from him to finally rinse off the dirt and muck on your face and head. it was warming to have him close to you, even though it was helping you clear your mind, the recurring thought was still there. eddie had just washed his frizzy hair, lingering kisses he placed on your shoulders sweetly as you were now reaching for the scrub and body soap. you could feel the hotness of eddie’s body heat despite the warm water, the tingle between your legs arose as you focused on keeping yourself clean. not dirty.

“lemme help ‘ya.” he muttered, breath fanning against your ear. you silently nodded, handing him the scrub and your signature lavender shampoo. the scent so familiar to him that always put him in a trance when he’d wake up with the sheets of his smelling like you. “i swear this stuff smells so good on you.”

you giggled. “eddie munson likes lavender, huh?” you teased yet gasped feeling his hand shamelessly rub your stomach with the soap, scrub coming in next. eddie grinned seeing you squirm in his hold. his whole mind was muddy as he pressed himself close to you as close as possible, your ass rubbing against his crotch as he tried to hold himself in for not ravishing you here and now. his lips were pressed against your cheek, kissing time to time as he continued to ‘scrub’ you clean. taking his time with your breasts now, one hand massaging the plump of flesh, massaging them so delicately with soap. the bubbles forming on the peak of your nipples making his dick scream at it.

“i said no funny business, edward.” you groaned, feeling his hard prick press against your ass. eddie ignored you as he focused on your arms, sides of your waist and now to your hips, inching down as he playfully squeezed your ass now. you slapped his wrist making him giggle. you rolled your eyes as the water’s stream covered your tiny mewls, you could see his large hand descend to your inner thigh, teasing, caressing up until you were wriggling hips to get on with it.

“i told you. let me help you relax, baby.” he kissed your temple, commanding his voice was for a bit. you pouted, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. eddie smirked so smugly, you let him devour your mouth with his own, tongue and all. so much heat in him that you had to hold on his arm, the teasing hand now cupping your mound, rubbing your clit with soft circles. you moaned against his pink lips, bucking your core against his two fingers as his cock was now rock hard. his other hand gripped your hip in place, his slow rubs getting harder, more friction added as he felt you get wetter.

“easy.” he mutters softly, you could feel yourself overheat, the heartbeat ringing in your ears as you focused on how his fingers were rubbing you the right way as always. working on his magic as the coil tightened in your stomach, the ecstasy of calloused tips driving you into a whining mess. you messily breathed out his name as eddie groaned at how your voice sounded now. all airy and slurry. his wrist sped up, thighs locking his hand tightly, catching you as you went squirming in pure euphoria until you went limp before him. you huffed, the warm water hitting your legs, making you feel tingly, the fuzzy feeling making your head dizzy.

“there we go, my girl.” he smiled, guiding his hand up to his lips to suck your sweet nectar. he moaned, actually missing the taste of you after such hectic days of him gone. oh, he missed you so much. so much he feels himself drooling at the thought of you back on his cock. but, he was merciful. he let you catch a breath for a moment, looking like you needed it. and you really needed it, turning off the shower, still a bit soapy. you turned to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him so close he was matching your ferocity as well. your back hit the cool tiled wall in no time, greedy hands caressing each other as eddie groaned between your lips as your hand stroked his bare prick, seeing it oh so red on the tip. slow and teasing, thumb rubbing the tip, catching the precum as you now pumped him.

“i missed you.” you whispered, kissing his neck, your turn to leave marks as he whimpered in your touch. “so, so, so much, eddie.”

eddie could only whine in response as you removed your hand, smirking as you turned around to steady yourself on the wall. back arching, ass presented before him as he hazily got the memo. bubbles of soap covered the cheeks of your ass as his heart thumped against his ribcage, trying to focus as the humidity surrounded the small space between the two of you. breaths hot and heavy as he guided himself to align against your wet cunt, glistening and ready for him. you so pretty before him.

“oh, fuck.” he cursed, biting his lower lip as he pushed himself in. you put a hand on your mouth, covering your whimpers of his hard cock entering slowly. his caresses on your hip had you squirming a bit, yet it ease the intrusion, making it all gentle. he bottomed out, snug deep inside of your warm walls. tip hitting against the cervix causing you to huff, steadying your breath, one hand balling into a fist, pressing against the wall. the cool tiles rubbed against your nipples, eddie’s ascending up with soft touches, hugging you against him as he started to thrust in.

“eddie.” you moaned, the stretch of him exquisite.

“oh, fuck. keep going.” you encouraged, making his hips pick up a speed as he started pounding in. you felt so small in his hold, his arms wrapped around you, your back arching, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as the sound of obscene skin slapping filled the bathroom. your quiet whimpers and his groans heard, the thought of people downstairs a hidden fear in your stomach as you hoped eddie had locked the door. it was heaven, naked skin to skin touching, only the two of you, without any thought of what’s going on now. pure ecstasy. his breath fanned against your cheek as he roughly pumped his dick in with no rest. addicted he is to how perfect you are around him. wet and warm, all his. desperate to paint them with his release.

“ ‘m so close, e-edds. p-please—“ you gasped, roughly being pressed against him tight. hands flying to his arms, gripping them as your breast bounced in his brutal pounding. your nails dig on his skin as eddie bit the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you whine at how the pain added to the pleasure. you sobbed, the loud smack of skin so loud that he felt his balls tighten, signaling he was close.

“jesus! fuck, fuck fuck—“ he gritted his teeth as you tightened around him, your moans hoarse as you shivered, squirming around him as you rolled your eyes back. eddie let out a growl as he spills himself inside you, the tightness of your gummy walls milking him dry. cum shooting in you warmly as you sighed in his arms. sweat beading both of your foreheads as eddie placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. liking how filled up you are with his cum. a small smile formed on your lips at how well he had just fucked you, the hazy aftermath of it so comforting that a warm shower would be nice again.

“you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling himself out. you nodded, feeling sticky substance run down your thigh. eddie whistled, smirking as he watched his own seed drip down your thigh. you grumbled, the stickiness a bit annoying as you turned on the shower again. turning to him to capture his lips, slow and sweet with quiet adoration hidden.

“i love you.” you breathed out, his wet bangs tickling your forehead making him smile.

“i love you too.”

•••

“you’re a fucking dumbass, edward munson!” you cried, tears staining your cheeks as you hit him repeatedly on his chest. dustin couldn’t stop sobbing, you were angry, so angry you could not help it. everything was going according to plan, you, eddie and dustin were the ones to bait the demobats. the others on their own mission. he rocked his guitar solo on top of his trailer and it worked perfectly!

“at least i didn’t run away did i?” eddie smiled cheekily, catching your fists as he pulled you into his arms. oh, he was a dumbass. he had tried to buy some time for the others, meaning, he had gone rogue and cut off the rope in the portal once you and dustin got in. you screamed at him and dustin wailed at his antics. he ignored it when he had one important mission in mind was to just stop running away. luckily, his own dumbass was saved when you bravely ran just for him. it was mental, bats swarming around him, almost killing him with their bites but you managed to help him before he was just going to be a piece of meat.

and here the three of you are. outside of the upside down. demobats dead. all crying, trying to sink in what just happened. eddie was all bruised up, little blood on his cheek and yours as well. but, you were all fine. everyone was fine, at least he hope so. your sobs echoed the trailer as he urged dustin to join in for the comfort.

“i hate you.” dustin muttered, sobbing as well as eddie ruffled his hair, pulling him in the hug. his heart warmed at how the little shrimp loves him, the tinge of guilt eating him up but it was all fine. in a mere moments he thought of what happens next that he would die. but you—

you saved him.

st4 ep. 9 doesn’t exist, people. remember! T_T

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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I Like This Girl in a Band

Rating: Teen and Up CW: None Really Apply Relationship: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Tags: Post Canon, Post Season Four, Getting Together, Robin Buckley has a Crush on Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler has a Crush on Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler is a Flute Player, Mourning, Talking about Barbara Holland, Coming Out, Robin Buckley is a Sweetheart, Nancy Wheeler is a Sweetheart, Barbara Holland is Nancy Wheeler's Bisexual Awakening, Barbara Holland is Robin Buckley's Lesbian Awakening, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington's Friendship (Background), Nancy Wheeler is a Little Shit, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Can also be read on Ao3!

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Robin never expected to be friends with Nancy Wheeler. Somebody who she viewed as being prissy, uppity, overall out of her league. She thought that Nancy didn’t have much depth to her outside of: pretty girl with a smart mouth and all the boyfriends she could ask for. But, then again, she thinks that most people thought of Nancy that way.

After trauma, though, you reconsider the people in your circle. You identify who your allies are. And you miff the ones that don’t serve you any purpose. Like, Robin became best friends with Steve—he had depth, almost surprisingly. He wasn’t a shallow douchebag. Maybe sloppy when he eats, a little bit of a snarky bitch, and gossiper to a fault. But that didn’t make him a bad person, not by any means.

So, sure, Robin reconsidered the people around her.

And Nancy Wheeler has become one of those people.

She’s intelligent and beautiful, but Robin already knew that. Her fortitude is stable and at the forefront of her being at all times. If Robin’s being honest, considering her biases, she liked to hate Nancy because it was easy—not because it was necessary or anything. Hated Nancy for taking her best friend, Barbara Holland. Hated Nancy for always being right and overshadowing her line of thinking, even her thought process was wrong. Hated Nancy for just being perfect.

Perfect Nancy Wheeler and her pretty little outfits and her small smile and her shining eyes and—Okay, maybe Robin doesn’t hate Nancy Wheeler for being perfect. She should admit that now before she gets ahead of herself. Robin doesn’t hate her at all.

She’s honest enough now to admit that she’s been falling in love with Nancy. A little at a time. With everything she does.

Sure, it was hot when Nancy cocked that shotgun and blew Vecna’s head off his body. And it was supremely attractive to see her sketch out plans and actually bring them to life. It’s wonderful to even hear Nancy talk. She’s just got this brain about her that Robin can’t possibly wrap her head around.

It’s easy to hang out with Nancy. To be sitting in her bedroom, looking at her pink and white and lacey little things. To feel her eyes on her back. To turn around and find her smiling.

“So I take it that you like my room?” Nancy asks.

“I love it in here! Are you kidding me?” Robin twirls around in the space, picking up the little music box on her shelf. “There’s a ballerina in here! Oh, Nance, please tell me you did ballet as a kid! That would be adorable.” By the way Nancy tries to act coy, Robin suspects she figured part of Nancy out. The music box is placed back down and Robin goes back to rummaging throughout her space.

That’s when, while she’s attempting to grab something from by Nancy’s closet, a little black case clatters to the floor. It catches Robin’s attention immediately, swooping it up between her hands. A black case, hard shell, little handle. She gasps knowingly.

“Nancy Wheeler, a flautist?” Robin teases. “A band kid? Who knew.”

Nancy’s shy when Robin glances at her again. She tucks some of her hair, loosely permed, behind her ear. Bites her bottom lip. “I don’t play anymore, but it was fun the first couple years of high school. In middle school, too.” Her face drops, though at the admittance. She sighs. Whispering, “Used to do it with Barb. Stopped after—Well, you know.” Her eyes are mournful, understandably. Going far and glistening. Yearning, longing for a past that would never sprout a future.

Robin hums. “I remember,” she murmurs, voice going raspy with it. “Used to be a clarinet player, right? Her section was next to yours, I’m assuming. That’s where the wind players were. I used to sit behind her in the back of the band, my trumpet too heavy for my hands.” She chuckles, a remorseful sigh escaping her. “She was good at it, wasn’t she?” She crosses the room and settles on Nancy’s bed, sitting warm next to her. The case still in her hands.

“Yeah,” Nancy sighs. A little wet. “She was pretty spectacular.”

She hates the spike of jealousy that stabs sharp through her stomach at Nancy’s praise. Barb should’ve been her best friend, she should be mourning her like flowers miss the rain in winter. But, Barb leaving their friendship wasn’t Robin’s choice to make. And Nancy, well, she didn’t know—Did she?

“She was,” Robin agrees. Her voice sounds so brittle to her own ears. “You—God, you must’ve cared a lot about her, huh?”

Stupid question, she chides. Because there’s been polaroids tucked away in drawers. Old costume pieces that Robin remembers Barb wearing during school plays. Little trinkets that Nancy had whispered, “From Barbara”, every single time Robin picked one up.

At the core of it all, they’re just two girls missing the bridge that connected them.

Nancy doesn’t answer. And Robin doesn’t prod for one. It’s always hard to admit something like that aloud, especially for somebody you miss. Even if it’s been years since they left.

“Can I trust you with something?” She abruptly asks. Nancy just hums. Robin swallows roughly. “When I was a kid and I used to hang out with Barb all the time, I used to feel super funny. Like—and I know what it is now—but a weird flip-flop fluttering in my stomach.” Her fingers trace the textured case of the flute. The rough ridges and bumps under her fingertips. “I had dreams every night about doing her hair. About painting her nails.” She clears her throat, a bubble of emotion caught. Admits, “Kissing her knuckles, her cheeks. But not—Never in the way a friend would.”

Beside her, Nancy sharply inhales. Robin tenses momentarily.

With as much courage as she can, Robin continues. “It was scary, sometimes, to be around her. Afraid of what sort of impulse I’d act upon. And I knew, too, that it wasn’t a good thing to try. So I never did,” she whispers. “I never let myself have that with her. But I cared about Barb. I cared about her so much, I think about her and it’s painful.”

“I know,” Nancy murmurs. “Makes my chest ache thinking about…God, I’m just glad you haven’t seen the way she—I’m sorry you didn’t get to mourn her like I did.”

“Nance—“

“No, Robin. I am sorry. I’m so—I understand what you mean.” Nancy’s left hand reaches out, scooping up Robin’s right. Her nimble fingers, petite on Robin’s palm, squeeze with the might of an entire army. “Continue, it’s okay.”

Robin sighs. “I didn’t realize what it meant until she was already gone. But I’m a lesbian, Nancy. I—Barb was the first girl I ever considered anything with. She was my partner in crime, my best friend, the love of my life. Even if I never understood the severity of that.” She squeezes back at Nancy’s hand. The flute gets set down on the floor. Admitting, heavier and quieter, “To be honest, Nancy, I was so jealous of you. I was so angry at you for so long. For being a normal friend to her. For letting her fit in. For taking her from me. But I—“ And Robin weeps softly. Nancy’s comfort grows, steadfast and more intense. “—Nancy, I can’t be mad at you. I don’t think I can. That’s not fair. You—“

“Birdie,” Nancy murmurs. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” She raises her free hand to wipe gently at Robin’s cheek, the other hand joining in, too. Her palms are cold on Robin’s cheeks, squishing slightly, yet holding her so soothingly. “It’s okay that you’re mad at me. I was mad at myself for a very long time.” She sighs. “Can I tell you something, too?” She questions softly.

Robin nods. “Yeah, Nance, you can tell me anything.”

“I like girls, too,” she whispers. Her own voice is hoarse and broken. “You know what’s funny about it though?” And she chuckles wryly. “Barb was what opened my eyes. Which only made the ache worse, but at least she helped me know? Does that—I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“Doesn’t have to,” Robin whispers back.

Nancy gives her a curt nod. “You remind me of Barb sometimes,” she confesses. “The whole band thing and your theater background. And you’re so spitfire about the world. A prestigious movie taste, honestly.” And she giggles again. Squishing Robin’s cheeks further between her palms. “It’s really fucked up, but I look at you and kind of—I fall in love easier. That’s probably weird. To hear yourself compared to a dead person.” She grimaces. “But I don’t know how else to explain it. You make me feel the way I did about Barbara. And if anything happens to you, I don’t think I’ll survive it.”

“Is it weird if I say the same thing?” Robin asks, laughing herself. “That you fill the hole in my soul that’s Barb shaped. I can’t be mad at you because I find myself entirely enamored. You’re so—“ She groans. “Intelligent and courageous and wonderful. You’re beautiful and quick and amazing and good and every positive word under the sun.

“You help my world glow brighter,” Robin murmurs. “I think if everybody got to talk to you just once, the entire world would be better for it.” She leans in to Nancy’s space. Her hands coming up to cover both of Nancy’s. She closes her eyes at the sensation. Their skin touching. Their breaths mingling. “You should write something about that.”

“What? Write something about me being a good person or whatever?”

“Yes, exactly. And—I could give my eye witness account. And we’ll share how Barb helped the both of us. And—“ Robin shrugs. “I don’t know where I’m going with this.”

Opening her eyes shows Nancy’s smiling face. Soft. Lovely. “Do you think Barb would be mad at us if I kiss you right now? It’s weird timing, I know, but—“

Robin silences her. Pecking her smooth lips. The sound a small smack, a barely there pop. She pulls away slowly. “Weird is okay. Have you met me?” She kisses her again, this time a little deeper. When she pulls back again, she chuckles. “Will you tell me more about her some time?”

“You’d want that?”

“If I’m falling in love with her best friend, then of course. I want to know everything about you two. And I can tell you about when Barb and I were kids, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Nancy whispers, elated. “Okay.”

Robin finds loving Nancy to be the easiest thing in the world. And it may be odd, the way Barb’s life mingles between them. But, at the end of the day, their love spread between them, the stories they have to tell, the feelings that spring loose on certain days—

All of it makes understanding one another a little better.

“Before we share stories though,” Robin starts, leaving space between them. She reaches down for the case on the floor. “Show me the flute skills, sweetheart.”

“I haven’t played in years, Robbie!”

“Who cares?! My possible girlfriend was a band kid! I’m a band kid! This is the hottest thing in the world!” She crows. “Please! Please, please, please, plea—“

“Okay Birdie! Alright! I’ll play it for you. One one condition,” Nancy hedges.

“Anything,” Robin swears.

“You play the trumpet for me. And we start a tribute band. And we prank Steve.”

“Prank Steve?”

Nancy nods. Solemnly. “Yeah,” she sighs. “He borrowed my favorite pen for when I get my stories for the newspaper. I haven’t seen it in weeks. I say that we get up at the crack of dawn, break into his house, and we play our instruments at top volume.”

“Is this flirting?” Robin asks. “Because you know the ways of my heart. Yes, absolutely we’ll fuck with Steve. You have to get your pen back.”

“Great,” Nancy murmurs, leaning back in again. She kisses Robin with fervor. “Now show me what trumpet tonguing means, baby.”

Yeah, Robin thinks loving Nancy is a lot easier than hating her.

💕—————💕 This was my first time writing just the Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler romance dynamic. I've only ever written them as background in my other fics, so this was pretty big for me. Let me know what you think.

#stranger things #ronance #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #hurt/comfort #fluff

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