#and steve holds it against them for the rest of their fucking lives like “hey remember that time you convinced me eddie hated my guts :) ”
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A combo of 18 and 10? At some point Steve is told by Eddie's band mates that Eddie told them he doesn't actually like Steve. It's been a while but Steve still loves Eddie and wants to pretend for a night that it isn't true.
Okay, so I know you probably meant for this to be more angsty but I'm a fucking marshmallow and had to slip in the happy ending hfdjsk
Either way, I hope there's still enough angst for you!
Also, for reference, I usually call the unnamed freak Asher, so don't be surprised by the name lol
Prompts 18 and 10 from this prompt list:
10. “Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”
18. “Is hating me your only personality trait?”
You'll want to read the tags btw, I promise lol
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"You know, Eddie doesn't actually like you."
Steve blinks, his pen dragging across the page and striking ink through Will's carefully written campaign story that he'd asked Steve to review. According to him, Steve was neutral, and his lack of D&D knowledge meant he'd be able to tell Will if the story made sense even to a new player.
Unfortunately, any thoughts of Will's campaign are disintegrated by Gareth's seven words. "What?" he asks, trying to blink away the daze as he looks at the rest of Corroded Coffin across the garage. He doesn't usually step foot into their practice space, but he and Eddie had plans to hang out after practice and Jonathan had helpfully dropped him off. Now he was just waiting for Eddie to get back from the bathroom.
"Eddie," Jeff says, "he doesn't like you. He told us."
"He won't fucking shut up about it, actually," Asher says, a grin tugging at his lips, and Steve thinks it looks particularly cruel.
In fact, their words so far have held an undertone of anticipation, like they were waiting for Steve's reaction. As cliche as it sounds, their grins feel like knives stabbing into him. It's not just his heart, it's Steve's entire body, like every inch of his being had only existed on the premise that Eddie Munson liked him at least a little bit. Not even romantically (Steve isn't that deluded), but as a friend.
"He...," Steve swallows around the lump in his throat, trying to keep his voice from breaking. Apparently, he doesn't do well, since Jeff's grin widens and Gareth's eyes light up, and Asher opens his mouth like he's ready to hammer the final nail in Steve's coffin.
Whatever they plan to say next is interrupted by Eddie finally returning and grinning at Steve. "Ready to go, Stevie?" he asks.
Suddenly the grin is mean, the nickname cruelly teasing, and Steve wonders how he went so long deluding himself that Eddie liked him. It hurts even more with his bandmates' words still playing in his head and their grins hidden behind Eddie's back like they're proud of breaking Steve's delusion.
"Uh, yeah, ready," Steve says, forcing his voice to sound normal as he closes Will's campaign notebook and follows Eddie to his van.
By the time they end the night at the Munson trailer, Steve feels frayed at the edges and three seconds from tearing in two. The entire evening, all he could think about was how much Eddie seemed to be covering his own dislike and how it bled through anyway. Every smile was sharp, every casual touch seemed hesitant and quick to end like Eddie couldn't pull away fast enough, and every glance seemed to pierce Steve with dislike and reinforce the shattering of his delusion.
At least the weed Eddie gave him when they got to his room is helping a little. It's filling his lungs with something other than hurt, clouding his mind with something other than doubt. It even stops the questions and stops him from wondering what he could have possibly done to make Eddie play some kind of long-con instead of just saying he didn't like Steve.
"Heeelloooo," Eddie says, waving his hand in front of Steve's face. "Anything going on in there, big boy?"
Steve blinks, his chest tightening as he looks up at Eddie. They're on the bed, with Eddie sitting next to him while Steve reclines against the pillows, his usual position that lets him stare at the ceiling. That mean grin is back, and Steve once again wonders how he ever mistook it for anything else. The words, too. How did he ever mistake those words for playful teasing?
And maybe it's the weed, but Steve can't stop himself from sitting up and asking, "Is hating me your only personality trait when we're together?" It's not even relevant. Steve knows that. He knows that Eddie hasn't done anything overtly hateful, but he can't help asking.
Eddie's grin falters. "Woah, woah, what are you talking about?"
"Why do you even hang out with me if you hate me so much?" Steve asks, steamrolling over whatever Eddie wanted to say by grabbing him by the shoulders. "Why don't you just tell me to fuck off? Why do you hang out with someone you don't even like? Is it funny to you? Do you enjoy tricking me?"
His voice is cracking by the end, and Eddie's eyes are wide, undoubtedly surprised that he's been caught in the act. And this time it's definitely the weed clouding Steve's mind and making him act on impulse because he can't be bothered to think as he grabs the collar of Eddie's jacket and pulls him closer. "You can punch me later, or run me over with your van if you hate me that much. But...but right now, just let me pretend I can call you mine, just for tonight."
Before Eddie can respond, before he can tell Steve to fuck off and kick him out of the trailer, Steve kisses him. Their teeth clack together painfully, and Steve is sure his lip has started bleeding, but he doesn't care. He's more focused on keeping his eyes squeezed shut, forcing his brain to delude him into thinking this is a happier kiss, that his eyes aren't stinging and two seconds from making the kiss salty.
They stay in an admittedly uncomfortable position for a few seconds before Eddie grabs Steve's waist and pushes him down against the pillows. Steve's surprised grunt is muffled by Eddie pushing his tongue past his lips, and he only has a brief moment to be relieved that Eddie is playing along when he suddenly pinches Steve's side and breaks the kiss.
Steve winces and opens his eyes, his body tensing when he sees Eddie staring down at him. The only thing he can hear is his own panting and the sirens screaming in his brain that he's truly, irrevocably fucked everything up.
"So," Eddie says, his voice surprisingly soft for someone about to rip Steve's heart out, "where'd you get the idea that I hate you?"
Steve shuts his mouth, biting his tongue as he looks away. That doesn't help much, though, since Eddie's hair has fallen around him in a wavy curtain that obscures his view of anything else. A few moments pass before Steve shifts uncomfortably and replies, "Your friends told me."
Eddie hums softly, holding himself steady with one arm on the pillow by Steve's head while the other tugs on a lock of Steve's hair. And it's only now that Steve realizes he's fucking surrounded, pressed into Eddie's mattress by Eddie's body with Eddie's hair cutting him off from the rest of the room. "And what, exactly, did they say, Stevie?" Eddie asks, his tone sharp and dancing like this entire situation is funny to him.
It's enough to distract Steve, leading his brain to lag behind as he tries desperately to remember what Gareth, Jeff, and Asher said. "You don't actually like me. You told them yourself. You won't shut up about not liking me," Steve finally says.
Something like recognition really sparks in Eddie's eyes, and his grin falls slightly. He looks ready to speak, but then he thinks better of it. His smile comes back, nearly full force, and he says, "They're right. I don't like you."
Oh. Steve acutely feels the breath get stolen out of his lungs, the way they ache as his heart sears with the pain of being ripped from his chest. His eyes are stinging even worse, and his nose feels astringent like he just walked into a bathroom with bleach spilled across the floor.
"I love you."
Steve blinks. "What?"
"I love you."
Yeah, it still doesn't make sense. "...are you sure?"
Eddie bursts out laughing, finally letting all his weight fall onto Steve so he can bury his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve is still blindsided, trying to get his brain and heart to get on the same page.
"Yes, I'm serious," Eddie says, raising his head to look at Steve. "I can guarantee they were fucking with you. If I hadn't come back, those fuckers would've revealed my massive crush on you."
"Massive," Steve mumbles, cursing the weed for inhibiting his ability to think properly.
Eddie's grin gets even wider, his eyes lighting up in a way that tells Steve he's about to roll his eyes at a dumb joke. "Yeah, almost as massive as I am," Eddie says, playfully grinding his hips down on Steve like their jeans aren't in the way.
Steve was right. He does roll his eyes. And it helps him shake some of the daze, allows him to pull himself out of the fog of doubt and spiraling thoughts. "Fuck off," he says, placing a hand on Eddie's face and pushing him away.
"Well, if you insist," Eddie says playfully, exaggerating movements of getting up only for Steve to grab his arm and pull him back. "You're really giving me mixed signals here, sweetheart."
"You really love me?" Steve asks, ignoring Eddie's joke.
"Of course, Stevie. What's not to love?"
And there's such genuine emotion in Eddie's voice that Steve represses the urge to ask if he wants the list in chronological or alphabetical order. "Okay, then you can't be angry when I fucking murder your friends."
Eddie laughs and pushes his head into Steve's neck like a cat, playfully biting his throat. "I'll help you."
"Are we moving too fast by plotting murder for our first date?"
"We went through an Eldritch nightmare together, sweetheart."
Steve concedes to that point, reaching up and idly running his fingers through Eddie's hair. They occasionally snag on a few tangles, and Steve resists the urge to get a hairbrush. "Right," he says, a smile tugging at his lips, "then we should plan a romantic murder date."
And Steve feels Eddie's smile on his skin, tries to commit the sensation to memory, and feels immeasurable relief at the fact that it won't be the last time Eddie smiles against him like this.
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie angst#steddie fluff#steve harrington#eddie munson#corroded coffim#listen they try their best and they do not fucking succeed#it was meant to be a joke that got steddie together but eddie ruined it by coming back to soon according to them#they don't get murdered by eddie gets revenge by being even more annoying about steve#and steve holds it against them for the rest of their fucking lives like “hey remember that time you convinced me eddie hated my guts :) ”#my writing#prompt list
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18+ stoned!reader x stoned!eddie, some semi smut
found this in my drafts from a couple days ago that i wrote when i was...also stoned. utter nonesense, most of it.
“Shh—hehe-shh, no, no, we have to be — hahaha — sh, sh, quiet,” he whisper yells, stumbling over himself while he nearly knocks a lamp off of a side table in Steve Harrington’s living room. The rest of the gang filled the guest bedrooms, leaving you both on the pull out couch.
His sweaty hand clasps yours as you finally make it to the kitchen, squinting in the light against the white tiles.
“Ugh, put the dimmer on,” you whine into another peal of ‘quiet’ giggles.
“Okay, okay,” he nods, leaning against the wall while he twists the light switch knob, the lights going to a low yellow.
“That’s better — shit,” he huffs, grinning.
“What?” you grin back,
“M’stoned as shit, babe,” he laughs, rubbing his swollen red eyes.
“Me—haha, me too,” you laugh back. You both make your way to the abandoned s’mores ingredients on the counter, the reason for the adventure to the kitchen.
“I don’t really get marshmallows,” he says, popping one into his mouth, “Li’ I get them, buh I don’ really get them.”
“True, true,” you nod, breaking a graham cracker in half, staring at the crumbs on the marble, “They’re like — oh my god — holy shit, they’re a fake food.”
“Babe, fuck — you’re so right,” he nods, “Like what’re they even made of?”
“Like…plastic, babe. I think they’re plastic,” you nod back, eyes as wide as they can go — and it’s not wide at all, “Like from space. They’re space plastic.”
“They’re totally space plastic,” he agrees, putting another one in his mouth, “Tasthy, shug-ry, spacthe, plasdic.”
“M’so thirsty,” you complain, turning the sink on with little grace, leaning forward to drink from the faucet.
“Aw, shit, me too — move,” Eddie grumbles, holding his hair back and hip bumping you out of the way.
“Hey!” you whine, hip bumping him back, knocking your forehead against his to get back to the water.
“You hey!” he laughs back, face half reproachful and half mischievous, “I’ll count to five and then hahaha, then it’s my turn.”
You drink quick while he counts down, taking turns in intervals of five until you both think you’ve been drinking water for hours.
“3, 4…”
“Okay enough, you’re waterboarding me,” you gasp after a gulp, turning the sink off.
“You don’t even know what that means.”
“No Ed, you don’t even know what that means.”
“No you,” he tuts, leaning in for a kiss.
“No you,” you tut back, letting him kiss you softly. Unsurprisingly, you both let out simultaneous groans, knowing you’re both on shaky ground if you keep at it. It takes little effort for him to convince you to sit up on the island counter so his hips can line up against yours, ringed and tattooed hands gripping your thighs without thought or care behind it, just need. Just bare need from the roots. He pushes forward, the hard on tenting his boxers pressing up flat against you. Two more breathy groans coming from between your kisses while he rocks against your panties.
“I don’t have a condom with me,” he whispers against your lips.
“Sss…hmmm, it’s okay,” you mumble out, swollen eyes now shut while your body tingles through with pleasure, “S’feelin’reallygood babe.”
“You all extra sensitive?” he asks, the giggles gone, just eyes that want you — brain focused now on chasing the pleasure in his groin.
“Yeah,” you whimper, his chest pressing up against yours when he brings his mouth to your neck. To your spot. The whine you let out is a little too loud and you both know it — enough that he covers your mouth while he keeps going, hips still grinding in a steady rhythm against you. He tugs you down back to the floor by your hips, turning you around without a second thought, oversized t-shirt rucked up to your waist.
“You want me?” he asks, pulling your panties to the side. You nod hurriedly.
“Please,” you whisper, hips wiggling — which makes him laugh, which makes you laugh, and then you look at the marshmallows on the counter and it’s space plastic all over again. Giggles and kisses while he gets ready to ease into you and put you both to bed exhausted.
“I hope the aliens don’t come,” you murmur between sloppy pecks, “For the space plastic.”
The light in the kitchen gets bright, bright, bright, “We’re getting abducted babe.”
“What’re you talking about?” Steve’s annoyed voice echos from the other end of the room, “You guys are being so loud.”
You and Eddie separate like embarrassed high schoolers who got caught kissing behind the bleachers. Like dad walked in on something he shouldn’t have.
“Sorry, Harrington,” Eddie smirks, “We were just—”
“Getting water!” you interrupt.
“Yeah I see that,” Steve huffs, crossing his arms, “It’s all over the floor.”
He’s not wrong, it is, the two of you looking at the tile like kids who are definitely in trouble.
“We’ll clean it up Steve, sorry,” Eddie assures, much more apologetic now.
“Just — go to bed guys,” he sighs, “Or I’m making you sleep in separate rooms next time.”
When he leaves you both toss each other a look, mocking Steve’s exasperated face with another silent outbreak of breathy giggles. After wiping up the water, you put away the snacks together and click the light off, settling back down in the pull out couch under the covers. The high now holding you down in a cozy grip, making your eyes lull and your breaths slow.
“M’sleepy,” you whisper under the crisp sheets.
“Me too,” he nods, intertwining his limbs with yours like he does every night. Curly hair creeping onto your face while he settles his head in the crook of your neck, “But babe?”
“Yeah?” you ask into the quiet of the room, eyes closed, sleep pulling you further and further away.
“M’gonna rail you when we get home tomorrow,” he mutters, half asleep.
“M’kay,” you nod, “Thass—that sounds good. I like that. I’ll get us a ticket.”
“Hm?”
“For the rail…for the railroad.”
“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road,” he sings quietly.
“All the live long day…” you both harmonize, more giggles, sleepy giggles.
“I’ve been workin’ on the rail road, just to pass the time away…”
“Guys,” Steve’s sharp whisper calls from the stairs, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Steve,” you mumble in unison, singing the song in quiet whispers — falling asleep before you even make it to the end.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson fanfiction
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a steddie "they reconnect after years apart" journey except they never got all that close post-Vecna to begin with. Like they spend a week in hell together, develop the sort of respect you have for someone when you have to work together to save the world, but it doesn't ever get much bigger than that.
They're just two guys who stumbled into each other's lives on circumstance alone and then spend the next decade seeing each other precisely once a year at the single shared holiday they both spend with the party.
New Years.
Eddie always spends Thanksgiving with Wayne and Steve is with Robin every 4th of July (running off and doing their own thing in a tradition everyone knows not to ask about) so the only time both of them end up at the Hopper-Byers residence every year is in that final countdown towards something new.
and they're not enemies and they're not-not friends either, but it's like that friend of your cousin who shows up to the party and you'll chat and make polite conversation and roll your eyes when they say something a bit out of bounds for two people who don't know each other all that well except.
Well, except, when you do that every year it becomes routine. When you do it every year it becomes, I know I'm not gonna have to continue this conversation in the morning so fuck it I'll be honest with you. When you do it every year, on the tipsiest night of the year, surrounded by people you trust in an environment that feels intrinsically safe it becomes--
"Did you quit your shitty job yet or are you still being a pussy about it?"
and it becomes--
"you're not still dating that same jerk as last year, right?"
and it becomes--
"wait, you hate playing Christmas music, why would you let someone talk you into that? Next time call me and I'll knock some sense into your dense skull"
and it becomes--
"I mean obviously a friends with benefits thing wouldn't work out, Steve, you're a serial monogamist"
and it becomes--
"Hey, it's good to see you again, man"
and it becomes--
"I missed your stupid hair."
and it becomes--
"I missed your drunk fucking rants."
and it becomes--
"I missed you."
Years pass, turning one into the next and it becomes I missed you I missed you I miss you.
Because they've been doing this long enough that they know each other, one night a year holding up the kitchen-counter-turned-bar and having their own little isolated conversation in the yellow glow of the only well-lit room in the house, and somewhere along the line they started knowing each other. Seeing each other. Understanding.
At some point it starts to ache, leaving that behind in the early hours of the morning and starting a new year all over again, counting down towards that final countdown when it all feels like it clicks into place. And later, at another point, they start to notice the ache.
They start to notice that they really are leaving something behind in the magic of that moment and it becomes a question of can this survive in the light of day?
It's 1995, about to tip over into 1996 when Eddie looks at Steve and doesn't see the guy pressed up against the wall of a boat shed, or the guy diving headfirst into a frigid lake so the rest of them wouldn't have to, or the guy walking away towards battle with something like uncertainty and something like hope both scrambling for purchase in his eyes.
It's 1995, about to be 1996 when Eddie looks at this guy from his past and realizes that just because he never knew him then doesn't mean he doesn't now, doesn't mean he's not allowed to get to know him now.
Eddie's not the guy who held that bottle to his throat anymore after all, not the guy who dove into that lake after him, who broke a promise and tried to be a hero. Ten years does a lot to a person and so when the Eddie of today looks at the Steve of today and says--
"I'm gonna kiss you at midnight this time, for the record."
--it doesn't feel like the ground is quaking, like anything has to shift to make space for the change that is Steve's slow smile around the lip of his glass in response.
They've been making space for ten years. They've been moving closer to each other a centimeter at a time in this well-lit kitchen, up against the counter-turned-bar.
"Well, if we're going on the record," Steve shrugs as a noise maker cuts through the warmth of their family's chattering throughout the house, "I know that already."
"Yeah?" Eddie's eyebrows shoot up, delight filling up his chest like the mystical hope of starting over. "How?"
"You get this look in your eye," Steve shrugs, "every time you plan on escalating."
Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek to keep from beaming too broadly, sets his glass on the sideboard and gives Steve a curious once-over.
"Yeah, that's the one," Steve laughs, this bright and full sound that it took probably three of those first New Years Eves for Eddie to earn, and it spurs him on.
It has always been becoming, the space between them, and it has always been becoming this, Eddie holding Steve's cheek assuredly with one confident hand and pressing their lips together in a simple, all-consuming, closed-mouth shout of a kiss.
"You didn't wait until midnight," Steve breathes when they pull away, and fuck Eddie has missed him, has found so much to miss in knowing him.
"Don't worry Cinderella," Eddie lets their foreheads touch, lets all that space officially close shut, "I ain't going anywhere when the clock chimes."
#dot fic#dot post#is this anything I just think that new years and slow burns ya know#steddie#steddie fic#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fic
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Mafia AU prequels - Bucky's break-up
✦ Pairing: Stucky/Fem!Reader
✦ Word count: ~1.7k
✦ Rating: Mature
✦ Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, mild swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol consumption, lots of fluff and feels, platonic cuddling, sharing a bed, Bucky is a dramatic drunk, unrequited love/crush, mention of loki/reader.
✦ Summary: The thing with roommates is that you will hear them during sex occasionally, it can’t be avoided with thin walls in an old building. But since that Wednesday Bucky never once slept alone and the rest of the time he was hardly in the apartment.
✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)
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Bucky and Dot broke up on a Wednesday around lunch. On Wednesday night Bucky had a new girl in his bed and you and Steve shrugged, put on your headphones, and waited for it to blow over.
The thing with roommates is that you will hear them during sex occasionally, it can’t be avoided with thin walls in an old building. But since that Wednesday Bucky never once slept alone and the rest of the time he was hardly in the apartment.
With your room right in between Steve and Bucky’s, you took the brunt of the sounds and on Friday morning you decided to take shelter in Steve’s room because the girl was a screamer and you had barely slept for two days.
Now it’s Tuesday, around one am and both Steve and you are awake, listening to the moans and sounds making their way through your room and into Steve’s.
"How does he even do it?" Steve sounds a little amazed as you both lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
"Drugs?" you ask.
"Honestly, it has to be, how else is he going at it all the time like that?"
"Maybe they're all faking it?" you suggest.
"I've never heard anyone complain about him," Steve shrugs. "But I mean statistically he can’t get it right for everyone every time."
"If he does, he is one of a kind," you decide.
"Tempted to go for a ride?"
You hear the smile in Steve's voice without even looking.
"No, not really," you grimace. "We should do something, I’m not sure it’s healthy anymore."
"Yeah I know, Sweets, but if I try and grab him like he did with me when I was sad about Peggy he is probably going to punch me," Steve sounds concerned too.
Sweets, that dorky nickname they both have decided to call you because you happen to like all things sweet. Somehow it had stuck, even though you protested.
"I can try and talk to him," you pause before continuing. "If he is ever alone again."
Suddenly the front door slams and you realize that the sounds have stopped. Sharing a look both of you rush out of bed, finding Bucky in the kitchen, downing a gallon of juice.
"Want some?" He holds it out when he sees you. The smell of alcohol on his breath is strong, even when you’re a few feet away, pulling out a chair to sit down across from where he’s standing.
"No thank you," you answer while Steve leans against the fridge.
"So, who was that?" you ask.
Bucky shrugs.
"Don't know, met her at a bar."
"Are you using protection?" Steve asks with a raised eyebrow. Bucky straightens up, putting the open juice jug down hard on the counter, making liquid slosh out, looking at Steve with black eyes that you’ve never seen before.
"Of course I am, do you think I'm fucking dumb or somethin'," he snarls.
Bucky tends to be a little dramatic when he's drunk. In an effort to calm him down you reach out to him.
"Hey, Bucky, it's okay, he wasn't-" The moment your fingers touch his arm, he turns and moves his hand.
"Don't fucking touch me," he says and the palm of his hand connects with your underarm.
Out of surprise and not because it hurts, you yelp and look up at Bucky, a little confused because he’s never reacted like that before. He stares back at you with horrified eyes, realization dawning on him. Slowly, without another word, he backs away and hurries over to his room, slamming the door behind him like a teenager in a fit.
Steve moves forward and grabs your arm, turning it over to see if you’re hurt.
"What the fuck is wrong with him," he murmurs.
"It's nothing, I was just surprised," you shrug. "I've hurt myself worse by bumping into tables."
"That is no fucking excuse."
Steve lets go and starts towards Bucky's door. Before he can knock, Bucky opens it with a bag over his shoulder. He's changed into new clothes and his cap is pulled down low over his eyes.
Steve blocks the doorway and crosses his arms, asking "Where the fuck are you going?"
"Heading out, move," Bucky mumbles and tries to duck past Steve but the other won't let him.
"The fuck your not, you're gonna stay here and face whatever it is that you’re feeling," Steve's voice is laced with restrained anger.
"And you're gonna apologize to Sweets."
You’re about to protest that you're not really hurt, but Steve shoots a look over his shoulder and you clamp your mouth shut.
"We understand that you're sad about Dot," Steve is softer now and he leans on the doorframe, giving Bucky a way out but he doesn't take it, he just stands there, looking at the ground.
"You don't understand shit, Steve," Bucky mutter.
"Have you even cried?" Steve asks and that makes Bucky’s head snap up, his mouth a thin line.
"Real men don't fucking cry," he hisses. They stare at each other for a long while, then Steve points to you.
"Can real men apologize when they're being a fucking ass?" Steve asks with poorly hidden disdain.
This is a sore spot for both of them and has been the grounds for arguments before. Bucky has some views on what it means to be a man that neither Steve nor you share. It has gotten better over the years according to Steve but you have not seen Bucky cry once, not to sad movies or when he’s been injured, or even had his heart broken. It's concerning, but maybe you and Steve can help him with that one day.
The bag lands on the floor with a thump and he walks past Steve to where you're sitting on the chair. Without a word he gets down on his knees in front of you and gently grabs your arm, pressing his lips against your skin murmuring "I'm sorry," repeatedly.
Steve has turned to look at you and you meet his eyes that are still hard and annoyed.
You use your free hand to remove the cap and run your fingers through Bucky's hair, whispering, "It's okay."
When you do, Bucky stiffens and stops moving for a moment, then he lets go of your arm and buries his face in your pajama-clad lap, his voice trembling when he says, "I'll move out, I swear. I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Sweets! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I love you so much."
Steve softens immediately and pushes off the door to settle on the floor beside him, rubbing his back.
“No need for that Buck,” he says softly and you echo him.
“I don’t want you to leave Bucky,” you grab one of his hands and gently press a kiss to the top of it before placing it back again.
After several minutes of silence, Bucky asks angrily into your legs, "Why the fuck does it have to hurt this much.”
"I don't know," you answer truthfully.
"I wish I never met her, never fucked her, never fucking loved her,” Bucky continues.
"No, you don't," Steve argues. "I know it might feel like you will never be happy again but it will get better."
Bucky lifts his head and Steve cups his face and brushes his cheeks, even though there are no tears there.
"We love you, and we will help you with anything you need," you promise.
Bucky nods and lays his head down against your legs again with Steve's hand still on his cheek.
Eventually, Steve stands up and Bucky looks at him a little worried.
"Not leaving, just gonna get another blanket for the bed," he reassures him. While Steve is gone Bucky says, "I'm sorry I hurt you, I love you, Sweets, more than you could ever know." And you smile because even though you know he’s exaggerating, it’s still nice to hear him say it.
"I know Bucky, I know," you whisper.
When Steve comes back he pulls Bucky to his feet and guides him into the bedroom.
You check the front door before turning all the lights out, then padding over to Steve's room too. They're cuddled together, Bucky's head pressed into Steve's shoulder and you move to slide in behind Bucky, but he grabs you around the waist and pulls you down between them. It makes you giggle and there is a weak smile answering on Bucky's face before you all settle in.
There is not even a light bruise left behind on your arm the next day, but you've never seen Bucky so remorseful. In the following weeks, he accompanies you around to classes, carries your stuff, and has sworn off drinking. Both you and Steve are skeptical because Bucky is famous for his partying but in the months that follow he often goes out but always comes home sober.
One day when you're having lunch at home together on the couch, you ask him about it.
First, he puts his food down before taking hold of your utensils and placing them on the table. Then he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, hugging you so tightly you can hardly breathe.
"I never want to put you in that situation again," he explains. "What if I get angry and do something worse, to you, or Steve, or anyone else."
Hugging him back as best you can you say "Maybe you should talk to a professional about it?"
"I'm on a waiting list," he replies.
You cuddle into him, really trying to show him that you mean it when you say, "Bucky I'm not afraid of you, I know you didn't mean to hurt me."
"Don't make excuses for me," he says and picks up a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.
The moment is cut off by your phone chiming and you wiggle out of his hold. When you pull it out a smile splits your face.
"Have to go," you grab another spoonful of fried rice then get up.
"Who was that?" Bucky asks.
Since you’re halfway to the door you don't pick up on his tone.
"Just someone I've been seeing,"
"What's his name?"
"Loki, he's from Europe!"
You turn around with a smile and throw him a kiss before you're out the door.
Bucky feels his heart break, again, only this time he has no excuse to be sad about it because you aren't his.
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Holiday in... Handcuffs? Pt. 3
Pt 2
Steve woke up on the 24th to Eddie scrubbing the sleep from his eyes before blinking owlishly at him. They were both bundled under a heavy quilt and a few blankets scattered over them, a quick flex of his fingers shows that his hand is still tangled up with Eddie’s.
“Morning,” Eddie offered softly after stretching out like a cat with a yawn, fingers curling in Steve’s because he still refuses to let go.
“Morning sleepyhead.” Steve reaches out to tuck some the wild, sleep ruffle curls behind Eddie’s ear. Eddie places his hand over Steve’s and nuzzles into the touch, kissing his palm tenderly and looking at him with hooded eyes.
“I wish Hector had better timing for breaking up with me, then I could have woken you up in the way I really fucking want to.” He nips at Steve’s fingers, soothing the small nips with openmouthed kisses that make Steve want to whimper and pull Eddie over him.
But he’s a glutton for punishment so instead he asks, “I get it’s easy to say stuff like that now that you know he’s an ass but you were going to bring him here to meet your family, I’m guessing that means you felt pretty seriously about him.”
Eddie sighs and shifts to sit up in the bed, plucking at Steve’s fingers because he still refuses to release his hold on the other man. “I definitely felt more serious about it than he did. I wanted commitment and he apparently wanted an easy lay. I was the one talking about leaving things at each other’s places, wanting to do double dates with our friends and he’d always skirt around it or change the subject or kiss me. I’d hoped that this trip would make him realize how serious I was about us. And instead I found out how serious he wasn’t.”
He scrubs his hand through his hair before folding his arms over his knees and laying his head on them. “So I guess the short answer to your question is sort of. I was more serious about wanting a real relationship than I was about wanting him I think. Because I’m feeling really hard pressed to find anything even remotely warm and fuzzy feeling about him anymore.”
“That makes sense, I went through the same thing a while ago. And it was hard getting partners to understand why I wake up so early to start at the bakery or thinking I’m a workaholic because I live above my job. It’s been about two years since my last relationship because of that.”
Eddie props his chin up on his arms, looking over at Steve, “Is that why you volunteered to come? You’ve only really known me for a few hours as someone besides another customer at your shop. Then I offer you my big sob story and you saw …a kindred spirit? Was it just to not be alone on Christmas? You just got into a stranger's truck and let me drive you two hours out of the city to meet my family who you know nothing about and now we’re sharing a bed. How did you end up here?”
Steve folds his hands behind his head and stares up at the ceiling with a sigh, chewing on his lip. “Besides the fact that I know I could take you in a fight easily? Well, I feel the same way around you that I did when I met Robin. I feel like even if we don’t work out romantically, I just know that you’re supposed to be part of the rest of my life.”
“Hey now I’m scrappy!” Eddie protests petulantly before his expression melts into something contemplative, “But on the same level as your platonic soulmate huh? I think I can live with that.”
Steve’s hand wraps around his ankle and tugs him back down to the bed, bullying him into his arms until Eddie is tucked under Steve’s chin. “You were saying? I haul bags of flour darling, you’re like air to me.”
“Oh am I, you sure about that?” Eddie strains against Steve’s hold, wiggling around until he manages to get one arm free. Which Steve just grabs and uses to flip Eddie onto his back, straddling him and pinning his arms above his head.
“What now pretty boy?” Steve coos meanly. Eddie whines in response, legs trying to buck Steve off but only turning himself on more. Steve leans down to nibble along his jaw, up to his ear. “Come make cinnamon rolls with me and maybe I’ll give you a little extra sugar after.” And then he slides from the bed, dragging Eddie to the edge of the bed with him.
“You’re taking advantage of meeee.” Eddie groans as he’s manhandled about so easily.
“It only counts as taking advantage if I can’t tell how much you like it.” Steve says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “We can cuddle on the couch while the dough proofs, come on.”
~O~
Hopper went by the bodega first thing in the morning to ask about their footage. They only had a camera towards the parking lot so he still couldn’t see the kidnappers face clearly, but it was enough to get a plate from the guy's car.
Dustin had texted him updates whenever he could from Steve’s phone, it looks like the kidnappers had stopped for the night near a couple of very isolated cabins. It was the start of a location though, hopefully the plate would be able to lead him to a specific one before anything could happen to Steve.
Hopper pours himself a cup of black coffee and immediately updates the tracking board before starting to run a check on the plates. The waiting is harder than ever, knowing it’s his kid he’s trying to find. What if they’re too late? What if Steve is gone without ever knowing how much he means to the party? What if Hopper never gets to tell Steve that he thinks of him as his son?
The results come in a few hours later which is both great and terrible. Great because he’s one step closer to finding Steve, terrible because it means the kidnapper already has a record. Hopper clicks to open the file and now he has a name. Edward Munson.
His rap sheet is mostly petty stuff from a few years ago, possession of marijuana, loitering, a parking ticket he’d paid off. Nothing here even remotely hints at a jump to kidnapping but the curly haired figure scowling from the booking mugshot looks similar enough to the guy he saw tackling Steve that he feels comfortable with his conclusion. He prints out the mugshot and tacks it up to the board as well, resisting the urge to shoot the image and pretend it’s the man responsible. Before he can get too lost in the emotions threatening to bubble up inside him his phone rings, it’s Dustin.
“Hey Dust-”
“He’s moved again.” Dustin cuts him off abruptly. Hopper feels a chill run down his spine.
“Where?”
Dustin sends him another screenshot that shows the blip of Steve’s phone deep in the woods. Hopper swears violently when he realizes there’s an abandoned quarry nearby.
“Do you think he’s still…”
“We can only keep hoping Dustin. I just got a bead on who the kidnapper might be. Has Steve ever mentioned an Edward Munson?” On a whim Hopper types the man’s name into their database search bar.
“Umm, there’s an Eddie who comes by the bakery occasionally. Do you think he was stalking Steve, he’d seemed nice according to him.”
A handful of results pop up and Hopper finds himself absently saying goodbye to Dustin as he starts reading. Edward Munson’s mother died in a fire when he was six, his father Al Munson was currently serving 15 years for vehicular manslaughter and child endangerment. Eleven year old Eddie had been in the car when his drunk father crashed and killed two other people. Custody of the kid fell to his uncle Wayne Munson, Al’s brother. Forget kidnapping, this guy had budding serial killer written all over him. And now he was heading into the woods with Steve.
Hopper files a request for housing records for the Munson family and a search warrant for the apartment on Munson’s license.
~O~
Wayne loved the bourbon pecan cinnamon rolls that Steve made. Loved seeing Steve curled up on his nephew’s chest, Eddie reading softly to him, even more. The record player in the corner had some classic Christmas songs playing while a fire crackled in the hearth. Wanting to preserve this sweet moment, Wayne couldn’t resist pulling his phone out and taking a picture of them. The shutter sound caused both of their heads to snap up as they realized they weren’t alone.
“You taking pictures of us old man? You perv.” Eddie teases and Wayne flips him off before going to get another cup of coffee.
“Maybe Steve needs to take you outside and let you run around, burn off some of that attitude of yours.” He calls back out to them, Steve flushes as Eddie shouts back, eyebrows bouncing salaciously.
“He doesn’t need to take me outside for that.”
Wayne rolls his eyes before settling into his armchair and taking a deep drink of his coffee. “Okay, it’s time for you to go wear yourself out. Go take your boy and find us a Christmas tree. And if you’re lucky I won’t lock you outside after you animal.”
Eddie cackles but does encourage them to get up with a soft kiss to Steve’s hair. Steve nuzzles their cheeks together before complying, helping Eddie up off the couch. The two of them are disgustingly cute as they help each other into their jackets, using scarfs and hats as excuses to casually touch each other and pull the other close. Wayne just hopes they can keep it down tonight, an old man needs his beauty sleep.
They gather up an axe, a tarp, and rope from the shed before tromping out into the forest. It only takes about an hour of wandering before they find a suitable tree, Eddie teaching Steve how to make the proper cuts so that the tree falls over safely.
“How did you learn to do that?” Steve asks as they get the tree loaded up on the tarp.
“Wayne, he taught me a lot of this stuff to help me find better outlets for my emotions after my father got put away. Best thing he ever did though was teach me to play guitar.” Eddie threads the ropes through so they don’t rip the branches off the tree before handing one hand off to Steve and keeping the other. Their free hands thread together sticky and smelling heavily of pine but neither seem to mind the idea of being stuck together.
“Will you play for me sometime?”
“Of course sweetheart,” He presses their sides together and squeezes their fingers, “I’d love to.”
Wayne has already started unpacking the bins when they get back, the tree stand ready to go as the excess needles are shaken off and any broken branches are trimmed. Wayne directs Steve on which way to tilt the tree while Eddie grabs water for the base and then tightens the holding screws.
“She’s a fine tree boys, now let's get her dressed up.”
They decide on the lights and Eddie pulls out a lot of garland that he starts winding around banisters and the fireplace and even around Steve to peck him on the nose. Wayne huffs at them and swats Eddie away to stop distracting Steve unless he plans on actually doing anything about it.
Steve laughs and blushes, he’s never seen a parent be so blase about relationships with their child but considering what Eddie’s mentioned about his childhood he gets the feeling that Eddie and Wayne are a very unique case. They all hang the ornaments on the tree together, weaving in and out of each other’s spaces as they find the perfect spot on the tree.
Once the tree is decorated Eddie hauls the last two bins outside and get Steve to bring out the ladder as he starts untangling.
“We have clips drilled in along the frame of the house to make this easier so hopefully this won’t take too long. It’s gonna be getting dark in a few hours.” Untangling the lights probably takes longer than putting them up, true to Eddie’s word the clips do make things easier. And getting to watch Eddie’s thighs work as he moves up and down the ladder while Steve holds it steady really is the gift that keeps on giving.
Eddie feels worn out by the time all the lights are in place, he does not go to the gym often for a reason. Seeing the shine in Steve’s eyes though as he takes in the beautiful colors and warm glow of the tree through the window tells him it was worth it though.
“Merry Christmas Steve.” Eddie whispers, hugging the other man from behind as the brunette snaps a picture of all their hard work, and after a few tries, gets it sent off to Dustin.
“Thank you for bringing me with you Eddie, and Merry Christmas.” They stand there together, admiring their hard work until Wayne calls them in for dinner.
~O~
The warrant falls through. The judge refuses to sign due to a lack of evidence, he’s also frankly pissed that Hopper yanked him away on Christmas Eve to try and harass a guy whose record has been clean for years. And the request for residence records is still processing.
Before Hopper can start shouting or seeing if there’s any other judge who owes him a favor he can call in Dustin calls again.
“Steve sent me a picture. I think it’s where he’s been taken; there’s no caption, no call, nothing.” The boy has been beside himself with panic and grief but this, this is proof that Steve is alive. At least for now. It’s a breath of air for the party, knowing that all is not lost yet.
“Send it to me now.”
He rushes back to the station and pulls up the cabins on the map, trying to use the picture to figure out which one it is. He thinks he’s got it nailed down to two and one the second search he hits paydirt. A cabin owned by one Wayne Munson. He scribbles down the address and texts Dustin to have everyone meet at the Hopper-Byers place tonight. They’re going to get Steve back.
Pt 4
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it's cold outside (natasha romanoff)
for @wokeupinawalnut - for the fic giveaway organised by @startrekkingaroundasgard. i apologise for how late this is, but i hope you enjoy & happy holidays🥰
summary: coming home to you is always natasha's favourite thing
Natasha Romanoff hadn't expected your shared apartment to be so fucking arctic when she came home.
New York was cold at the best of times but it seemed bitingly so when the Quintjet came in to land early that morning. It was too cold even for snow and that just felt like insult to injury. Still though, it was hard for Natasha to feel sad about the weather, knowing that this mission was going to be the team's last before their Christmas break. The idea of getting home, switching off her phone and existing just in the plains of your apartment had been the only thing getting her through. So, after exchanging goodbyes with the rest of the Avengers, Nat hung up her uniform and got into a taxi.
Naturally, every would reunite on the day of Christmas at Tony Stark's insistence, but until then, they'd be off to their own homes. Steve and Bucky back to Brooklyn, Clint back to the farm, Thor back to New Asgard and Tony back to wherever it was that Morgan demanded. The journey for Nat wasn't very long - just over the bridge to your loft in Williamsburg. She'd lived there for the better part of three years now, when she'd come to stay the night a few weeks into your relationship and just never left.
The cold air hit her like a knife (and it was safe to say that Natasha might be the only person here who would know that feeling with accuracy). Even though it was early in the morning - just gone 7AM - you were passed out on the couch, a duvet bundled around you and several blankets. The TV was still on Netflix, the classic are you still watching? messaged displayed on the screen. With that, Nat could easily deduce that you'd probably fallen asleep watching it last night.
"Hey," she leant down beside you, gently brushing a hand over your face. A nice, warm hand against your freezing skin. "Hey. I'm back."
You peeled open one eye, a grin spreading across your tired face. "Nat, hey."
"Why's it so cold in here?" she asked.
"The heating broke," you grumbled. "I called the landlord last night but he's gone back to Arizona for Christmas. We still have hot water so that's...something."
"That explains it," she rolled her eyes. "You're freezing-"
"- Nat," you sat up, duvet falling off your shoulders. "You can turn off mum mode, okay? I know you've just spent a week straight with the guys but I am not stupid like them."
Natasha gave you a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're right. Sorry."
"How was the mission?"
"Boring," she took a seat on the sofa beside you, laying her legs over yours. "We went in, got the intel we needed, came home. Textbook, really."
"But did you look good doing it?"
"Of course I did," she grinned. Natasha gave your leg a squeeze before standing up and sticking out her hand, head nodding towards the bathroom. "C'mon, a warm shower will help."
Begrudgingly rolling out of your blanket palace, you followed your girlfriend through the apartment and to the bathroom. If you hadn't missed her so much, you wouldn't have moved come hell or high water. Still though, a warm shower didn't seem like the worst idea. Natasha certainly wanted one after days of trekking through Siberia and honestly, she just wanted to hold you close. Seven days apart wasn't even the longest she'd gone without seeing you.
You stood there like a lemon with ease as she did most the work - just bubbles and soft kisses from Natasha.
The run from the shower to the bedroom was jarring. Clothes flew everywhere as you both ripped apart the wardrobe in an attempt to find the warmest clothes - you were more successful in your attempt, finding some thermal bottoms and a thick hoodie. Six pairs of fluffy socks later, you were content.
"Those are mine," Natasha scowled. "I was looking for those-"
"- they were in my side of the wardrobe," you replied, holding up your hands in defence. "Finders, losers, Nat."
"That's not fair! Those are my special warm socks!"
"Now they're my special warm socks."
Before you could even finish your sentence, Natasha had crossed the room and thrown you onto the bed. She pinned your arms above your head, hands wrapped around your wrists and hair dripping little cold drops of water onto you. You let out a shriek as she did, trying to wriggle free.
"Say your sorry!" she demanded. There was no point in arguing, or trying to wriggle your way out of the grip of a highly trained assassin. She was freakishly strong.
"No!"
"Say. Your. Sorry!"
You tried to fight back a laugh, gaze avoiding Natasha's. "No."
"You're so mean," she pouted. Still, she leant down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against you.
Natasha rolled off the bed, once again signalling for you to follow after her. She made her way over to the kitchen, hands moving in autopilot to turn on the kettle and pull things out the cabinets.
"Shouldn't I be the one making you breakfast?" you asked. "You just came from a week long mission-"
"- shuddup and sit down," she said. "You're colder than me. Wrap up and I'll be there in two minutes."
Smiling to yourself, you returned to the sofa. It was perfectly indented from where you'd spent the last two days sat there, but you moved some cushions aside to make room for Natasha. As promised, two minutes later she returned with two mugs of coffee and a bagel for you. She'd known since the day you met how you took your coffee; she was trained to be observant but in some way, knowing the intricate details of your life was her love language. There were very few things she didn't know.
Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling the duvet over herself as she snuggled up next to you. She was perpetually warm - a curse in the summer but a blessing during times like this. You shuffled closer, leaning your head on her shoulder.
"You good there?" she asked.
"Yeah," you smiled. "Just glad you're home."
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Hey, I love your writing so much! If you’re taking requests I’d like a short fic about reader mourning the loss of their dog? I just lost my girl Sasha and would like a comfort fic , Eddie or Steve, either is cool with me- phantom
Hi, love 💚 I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, and I hope this fic helps you through the grieving process. I went with Eddie for this one.
TW: death, loss of a pet, grief
CW: 690
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It feels like it should be raining.
The sun hangs high in the sky, a gentle breeze blowing every so often. The weather gives no indication of any impending storm, not even a hint of gray in the white clouds. But to you, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t repair.
There will be no more wagging tail and excited barking to greet you when you come home. The realization cleaves your heart clean in half.
Tears burn at your eyes and you let them fall, sliding down your cheeks and plopping unceremoniously onto the concrete stoop beneath you.
“Hey.”
You look up and see Eddie standing in front of you, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet of daisies in his grasp.
“Hi.”
The wrapping crinkles under his fingers as he sits beside you. He scoots close enough so you can rest your head on his shoulder. An ugly sob escapes you in a dramatic heave, but he refrains from commenting. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all.
You bask in the comforting silence, no expectations to talk or bare your feelings. Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead and sighs.
“Can I say something?” He asks, and for the first time, you notice that he’s been crying, too. When you nod, he softly says, “She was a really good dog. The best, actually.”
“Mhm.” You don’t dare open your mouth for fear of starting up the waterworks again.
“I keep thinking about the time I brought over burgers from Benny’s,” he continues, “and I left them on the counter for two seconds, and she tore into them.”
You scoff lightly. “It was more than two seconds.”
“Okay, well, I didn’t time it or anything. But it was fast. Like, lightning speed.” He taps his toe, knee brushing against the flower stems. “These are for you, by the way.”
Taking the daisies from him, you hold them to your nose and inhale. Fresh, new, alive. The juxtaposition has your chin wobbling embarrassingly. “Th-Thanks, Eds.”
Another pause, then: “Y’know, I lost a pet once, too.”
You swivel around, eyebrows pinched together. “I didn’t know Wayne let you have a pet.”
“He didn’t. I had to keep it a secret.”
“How did you manage to keep a dog a secret?” It’s not as though he and his uncle lived in a mansion; the tiniest Chihuahua could be easily spotted in their trailer.
Eddie grins. “Who said anything about a dog?”
“A cat?”
He shook his head, giving the same response for your guesses of rabbit, lizard, and bird.
“Do I even wanna know?”
He presses a hand to his heart in feigned offense. “I can’t believe you don’t remember Ant-chovy.”
You burst out laughing despite the weighty grief bogging you down. “Are you seriously comparing the death of my dog to the death of an ant?”
“He was my friend!” Eddie retorts. “And he was murdered right before my very eyes!”
You knock your shoulder into his with a playful shove. “Weren’t you the one who stepped on him?”
He scowls and plucks the bouquet from your hands. “I bring you flowers in your time of need, and you mock me?”
A smile tugs at your lips. “My deepest apologies. And my condolences for the loss of your dear friend, Ant-chovy. Who certainly was not an ant and who you definitely knew for more than five minutes.”
“Thank you.” Eddie gives you back the daisies; this time, he leans his head on your shoulder. “You’re gonna get through this.”
“Feels like I’ll be sad forever.”
He nods. “I know. But you won’t be. And I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to fuck off.”
You take a deep breath. “Is it okay if we talk a little bit about her? Like, share memories of her? Just for a little bit?”
“Course it’s okay.” Eddie smiles, coaxing the emotions from you without even trying. “You wanna go first?”
You do. With each word, the sunshine doesn’t sting quite as harshly; the blue sky seems less out of place. And should the rain start to fall, you will always find shelter in Eddie.
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Fever (B.B)
Warning(s); tooth rotting fluff.
Pairing(s); Bucky Barnes x (Afab) girlfriend!reader.
Summary; Bucky sees you interact with baby Morgan and gets baby fever.
“Awh, I know baby” you cooed at Morgan flattening strands of her baby hairs down, rubbing your thumb over her cheek as you shifted her to a more comfortable position. You swayed back and forth as you hummed softly trying to get her down for her nap. Bucky and Steve came back from whatever they were doing and you quickly shushed them but it was too late. Morgan began crying again and you bounced her “it’s okay baby. I’ve got you. They’re just so loud mhm” you managed to get her calmed back down.
You moved to sit on the couch propping your feet on the coffee table so your knees were angled. You laid her out on your closed thighs and began playing peak-a-boo he giggling all the while. The tears coming to a complete stop. “Steve can you hand me her bottle?” Steve nodded and handed you the half full formula filled bottle. You shook it up a bit before pulling the cap off and feeding the silicone nipple Your hand gingerly rubbing over her tummy as she gulped it down.
Bucky stood watching you take care of her in complete awe, he didn’t think something as simple as you just babysitting could make him hard. Seeing you ‘mothering’ Morgan made him realize how good of a mom you’d really be. You both said you didn’t want kids yet but now he really wanted to give you one.
Later that day you gave Morgan back to Tony and pepper who returned from there much deserved date. You walked into your shared room with Bucky to see him messing around in his sweats and a tank top.
“Hey baby” you called letting him know you were in the room. “Perfect! You’re back” you looked at him and he grabbed your arms. “I want a baby” your eyes widened “what! Are you insane? No way” he grumbled “but you’d make a good mommy!” You sighed “Bucky that has nothing to do with actually having a child.” He pouted.
“You do realize you wouldn’t be able to touch me for almost 2 years right? No sex for you. At all” he rolled his eyes “I don’t care” “I’ll be all moody and mean and I’ll wake you up at night” “doesn’t matter” he defended and you sighed. “Bucky no not right now. We still live in the towers, we are still avengers, we aren’t even married! Doesn’t that go against all your little beliefs” Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms “no…” “mhm.” You replied.
“Then I’ll marry you! We can look for a house outside of the city, we could raise them-” “Bucky! I said no” you interrupted getting overly fed up with your boyfriend. He eyed you and licked over his lips “it normally doesn’t even take the first try! Can’t we just try.” He whined and you shook your head “no because if it does take me and you will be in trouble.” He grumbled again.
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A few days pass and you seem to have gotten Bucky to shut up about having a baby. He still grumbles every once in awhile but he doesn’t make a scene.
You went out to visit some of your friends and just when you were about to walk into your room you heard pepper and Bucky talking. “Yeah, there and you hold her head. Just like that! Good job” you peaked into the open room and your heart swelled. Bucky was sat in your arm chair holding Morgan to his chest. He stared at her with nothing short of adoration and true love. You felt your heart beat faster and a pang of want send through your body.
Fuck hormones.
You pushed the door open and Bucky waved at you “Shh” he whispered and you saw her sleeping, legs thrown over buckys metal arm and head resting in the crook of his flesh one. You felt the pang shoot through you again and you now understood what he felt a few days prior. You wanted a baby just as bad as he did now.
Soon pepper took Morgan to put her in the crib and you closed your bedroom door. “What?” He questioned and you walk over sliding into his lap. He smiled and hooked his arms around you holding you “okay. Fine” you said and Bucky looked at you “I guess maybe…trying can’t be all that bad.” Bucky grinned “really? You wanna have kids with me?” You nodded. “It wasn’t that I ever didn’t but it’s just….I don’t know.” Bucky kissed your temple “it’s scary love I know. Especially for you, you’re gonna go through the worst of it” you nodded.
You sat there in silence for a moment “I looked at a house the other day” you hummed “when you went out with Steve?” he nodded “it’s right outside the city, it has beautiful white shutters and a wrap around porch.” You smiled “it does sound pretty” “yeah? We should go see it tomorrow” you nodded in agreement and laid your head on his chest. “I love you peach” “I love you too Buck” you replied and he reached to cover the pair of you in a blanket.
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Can I request a Steve fic 🫣? Something along the lines of reader is struggling with anxiety and only needs Steve to reassure her…. It can be smutty or fluffy…. Or both… I’ll leave that up to you
I love your writing! Steve is so so cute 🥰 keep up the good work 🤗🤗
Thank you, it means to much to know people like my writing. I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking and I'm sorry it took me so long to get done.
Word Count: 3192
A/n: This does contain smut so if you're just here for the fluff don't worry it can be read with or without the smut so I've put a cut in just before it starts so you know where to stop.
She was studying or that's what she'd told herself anyway. The truth was her textbooks and notes from class were spread out around her on top of the duvet but she hadn't touched a single one of them since she'd laid them down. It had been her intention to study, with finals coming up she wanted to be prepared but within ten minutes or so she'd already zoned out and had been for the past, well she wasn't sure how long it had been as she didn't even know what time it was now. All she knew was that her vision was hazy, her eyes had long since glazed over with unshed tears and her legs ached from however long she'd been sat crossed legged on the bed.
It wasn't until Steve's greeting that she'd realised what she was doing but then it was too late to hide it because Steve had already seen and the look of concern he was sporting was enough to make her feel worse than she already was. "Angel what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft as he spoke and not even his childhood nickname for her cheered her up.
When she didn't answer, he carefully shifted her papers and books and moved them over to her desk out of the way so that they didn't get messed up as he knew she still needed them. Then he climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of her in the same crossed legged position as his hands reached out to gently brush against her legs. “You know you can tell me anything, right? We’re best friends it’s what I’m here for” he reassured and then in one last ditch attempt to make her smile he added, “I’m sure it can’t be any worse than that ridiculous crush you had on Billy Hargrove”
A small watery laugh left her lips at the thought, although he couldn’t have been further from the truth as it was never Billy she’d had a crush on, she’d just told him that so he’d stop asking her. It was short lived, the laughter as she lifted her head to finally meet his eyes, those soft brown eyes looking at her with nothing but softness, drawing her in and almost making her forget why she was upset.
“Am I really so unlovable?” she blurts out, unable to keep it to herself any longer.
“Of course you’re not, where is this coming from” he asks, brow furrowed in confusion as his head tilts a little to the right as he waits for her to continue.
“Is it not obvious, I mean all the boys I try to get to know only want one thing from me and then they leave as soon as they get it. And the only one I have ever truly had real feelings for doesn’t even like me that way, instead he’s stuck on someone who’s smarter, prettier and all round better than me in every way” she rambles, a stray tear falling from her eyes which he’s quick to wipe away with a gentle swipe of the pad of his thumb against her cheek.
“Hey don’t say that, you’re smart and pretty and there is no one that compares to you, alright Angel?” he questions as his hand moves from her cheek to rest under her chin as he lifts her head from where she’s dropped it so that she can see in his eyes that he means every word.
“Don’t-Don’t do that” she shakes her head as he asks her what she means, “Say stuff like that, give me hope that you actually mean it and like me the way I like you because it’s just cruel Steve. I’m barely holding on right now and you lying to me might just push me over the fucking edge so please just don’t” she manages to get out, pushing his hands away from her and furiously wiping at her eyes in a feeble attempt to hide the tears that are now falling freely.
Her confession seems to have rendered Steve speechless as the pieces fall into place and she half expects him to just get up and walk out because clearly she just ruined their friendship, dropping that on him like that when he doesn’t like her back. Only he doesn’t move, not away from her anyway but she does feel the bed shift seconds before she feels his hands on her face again, holding her so that she can’t look away from him.
“So you’re telling me that you love me?” he questions, his voice and his face giving no indication to what he’s thinking and figuring she can’t ruin this any more than she already has, she doesn’t lie to him as she nods in answer. “And the girl that I’m supposedly stuck on, who you think is in your words ‘smarter, prettier and all round better than you’ is Nance?” he asks just for clarification to make sure he’s understanding her, even though he already knows the answer before she nods.’
Sighing in response, he can’t help but shake his head as he takes his hands from her face to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to work out just how she can be so oblivious to his feelings for her, “Angel, I’m going to let you in on a little secret and you’re probably not going to believe me but know that I would never lie to you” he tries to reason with her, his voice wavering slightly as he speaks, “but it’s not Nancy that I’m stuck on”
She gives him a pointed look, crossing her arms over her chest as she worries the plush of her bottom lip between her teeth. Steve, not stuck on Nancy, that had to be the biggest lie he’d ever told her even if he said he wasn’t lying. From what he’d told her it was a messy break up and she was the one to end it, even going so far as to call their whole relationship ‘bullshit’, but Steve didn’t give up, taking it upon himself to go to her house with flowers and practically beg her to get back together with him. Unfortunately for him that never happened.
“Nancy is great and I know I tried hard to make it work with her even after well everything but I didn’t tell you the whole reason as to why we broke up” he sighed like this was hard for him to admit to and maybe it was because she’d didn’t have a clue where Steve was headed with this right now but she waited patiently for him to speak, it was only fair as she’d said what she wanted to now it was his turn. “When she said our whole relationship was bullshit, she wasn’t exactly lying” he says slowly, pausing to take a deep breath as his hand runs down his face. “I like Nancy, I do but not in the same way I knew she felt for me, well in the beginning anyway, you see I think I’ve always been in love with you and I didn’t think that you would ever feel the same so I thought that I could move on and Nancy would fill that gap but I know now that was cruel of me to use her like that” he reveals, a sad smile on his face and she notices how his hands fidget with the duvet cover as he speaks.
It takes her a few seconds to process what he’d just said and even longer to believe it. He loves her, not Nancy, her. The smile lights up her face but he doesn’t see it as now he’s the one to drop his head as his eyes focus on the duvet cover that he’s twisting in his hands. Without a second thought she leans closer to him, this time it’s her hands guiding his face up and towards her own but he still can’t quite meet her eyes not that that means anything as her eyes are already fluttering closed just as she softly brushes her lips against his. She pauses for a second to give him chance to pull away if this isn’t what he wants but he doesn’t, instead he’s closing the miniscule gap between them and presses his lips more firmly into hers as he kisses her fiercely as if her kisses are the only thing keeping him alive.
She doesn’t complain because she’s been wanting this for just as long, if not longer than Steve has and she tries to pour all that into the kiss as if the one kiss is supposed to make up for all the time they’ve lost that they could’ve been doing this for. By the time they pull away, her lips are tingling and her chest is heaving from lack of oxygen but her eyes are shining brightly as she looks up at him and finds his expression mirroring her own.
“So does that mean I get to call you mine now?” he asks, his tone teasing but there's a lilt of nerves creeping in.
“I’ve always been yours Steve but I guess this makes it official” she giggles, sealing it with a chaste kiss to his lips which is followed by more giggles as he tries to follow her lips for more kisses and whines when she pulls out of his reach.
“Yeah? I like the sound of that” he hums, deciding he doesn’t like the space between them as he pulls her closer until she’s sitting atop his still crossed legs, “Now we just have to let people know” he smiles mischievously up at her seeing as she’s now slightly taller than him from where she’s sat on his lap.
“Oh yeah and what did you have in mind Ste-ah” she gasps as she feels his lips wetly pressing against the side of her neck as he mouths at her skin, soft sucking and nibbling that has shivers running down her spine and her eyes rolling back at the sensations. She finds herself holding onto his shoulders for support as she rolls her head further to the side to give him more room to kiss until he’s happy with the marks he’s left and he’s pulling away to admire them and the girl in his lap.
Smiling to himself as he takes in her flustered form, his eyes trailing up from her heaving chest to her kiss bitten lips and then up to her eyes which are still closed. “You still with me, Angel?” he chuckles, swiping his thumb across the plush of her bottom lip and watching as her eyes flutter open revealing her lust blown pupils staring back at him which takes him by surprise that she got that worked up after a little bit of neck kissing. Although it doesn’t quite prepare him for her to slip his thumb into her mouth on a second pass of it over her lips, all his blood rushes south as she begins sucking and swirling her tongue around it as if it was his cock instead as her eyes stay locked on his. “You’re killing me here Angel, I’m not going to be able to stop if you keep this up” he groans as she hums around his thumb in acknowledgement, the vibrations of it going straight down to his cock as he can feel his pants growing tighter.
“I don’t want you to stop, Stevie” she pleads, pulling her mouth of him with a popping sound as the digit slips free from her lips. “Please I need you to show me I’m yours” she begs all high pitched and whiny as she takes his hand and guides it down from where it rests on her hip until he’s cupping her through her leggings where he can feel her wetness soaking through the material.
He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels how wet she is, trying to control himself so he doesn’t cum in his pants before they’ve even begun. The thought leaves him feeling ridiculous like he’s some fresh faced virgin who’s never had sex before but that’s what she does to him, every touch from her leaving him giddy with excitement for what’s about to happen.
Unable to keep things slow any longer, he’s pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it to the side without sparing a second thought for where it lands before he’s moving onto her shirt and doing the same with it. His breath catches in his throat when he turns back to find that she’s already undone the clasp of the bra and is sliding it down her arms to reveal her boobs to him, the sight of them makes his mouth water and he wants nothing more that to kiss them but he knows they’re far to worked up for that just now. He settles for a few quick pecks as he guides her to lay back on the bed so that he can work on getting their pants off and getting them one step closer to what they’re both desperate for.
“God damn you’re beautiful” he breathes, almost awestruck as he takes in the sight of her bare body before him, “I swear I’m so damn lucky to have you all to myself” he mumbles against her lips, unable to resist kissing her again now that he had permission to do so.
“Steve please, no more teasing, need you” she pleads as she pulls away from yet another kiss. She was more than happy that he wanted to appreciate her body but right now there was a fire burning within her and only Steve could clench it.
“You got it Angel” he salutes, making her laugh as he begins unbuckling his belt, followed by his jeans and then he’s pushing them and his boxers down his legs all at once. Once they’re off, he quickly reaches into his pocket for his wallet where he finds the small square foil that he pulls out before wasting no time in crawling back onto the bed where she’s waiting for him. In his absence he notices she’s taken things into her own hands, quite literally as he swats at her hands where they’re nestled between her thighs, fingers running through her pussy and over her clit. “As hot as it is to watch you play with yourself, it’s my turn to make you feel good” he smirks as she nods eagerly, reclining her body so that she’s propped up on her elbows to watch him.
He begins the task of rolling on the condom, bringing the square packet up to his mouth and ripping it open with his teeth but playing it up in an attempt to make it look sexy which only has her giggling again. “Can I?” she asks once the giggles have subsided, holding out her hand and waiting for him to hand it to her, smirking up at him once it’s in her grasp.
“No playing Angel, I need to be inside you when I cum” he warns, noticing the look on her face as she begins to roll the plastic over his length, squeezing as she does so despite his warnings and revelling in his gasps and moans. “God I need to be inside you right now” he curses as she comes to a stop at the base of his cock and giving one final squeeze she lines him up with her hole, letting him take control again as he starts to push into her.
She moans at the feeling of his cock stretching her out, her hands blindly grabbing for him and pulling him down so that they’re chest to chest and he has to support himself on his elbows by the sides of her head. “M’so full Steve” she babbles as he bottoms out inside of her, pausing to let her adjust to his size until she gives him the go ahead to move and then he’s pulling out and slowly pushing back in again, letting her feel every bump and ridge of his cock sliding inside her.
Their movements are slow and controlled despite their need for each other but tonight is about exploring the others body, getting a feel for the other for the first time besides they’ll have plenty of time to fuck like animals in the future.
“You feel so good, I’m so close, please tell me you’re close too” he rambles, mixed with moans and grunts as his hips speed up, snapping into her to meet her hips.
She nods into his neck as her breath comes out in pants and moans, unable to speak because of how good the pleasure feels coursing through her and it only intensifies when he pulls her legs up to wrap around his hips. The change in angle has them both moaning loudly as he finds that spot inside her which has her seeing stars and as her body begins to tense they both know she’s teetering on the edge of cumming. Only seconds later she’s clenching around him as she cums, wave after wave of pleasure and the tight, wet heat of her body as it happens is enough to tip Steve over the edge as well and he cums in the condom with his face buried in her neck which muffles the sounds of his groans.
They are quiet while they catch their breaths, more than content in basking the the feel of each other post bliss that is until the uncontrollable urge to laugh fills her body and then her body’s shaking with laughter rather than pleasure but the whole thing leaves Steve confused. “I wasn’t that bad was I?” he pouts as he pulls his face away from her neck and stares down at her with wide eyes.
She shakes her head in response, trying to find the words to tell him how she feels. “I just never thought we’d get this and now to be here after some pretty great sex I guess it just feels like a crazy dream” she smiles, following her words with a more than content sigh.
“Oh so you dream about me?” He teases with a smirk and she pushes at his chest as she turns her head to hide the way the heat is growing on her face but she can’t hide the smile that seems to be a permanent fixture. “I promise you it’s not a dream” he reassures in a soft voice, gently turning her head back so that she’s facing him as he softly brushes his nose against hers before he leans further down to follow it with a soft kiss that makes her melt until he pulls back with the smirk returning to his face. “Give me five minutes and I can prove that this is no dream” he means it as a statement though it comes out sounding like a question, one that she eagerly nodding to in reply as she pulls him down for another kiss, letting him reignite that fire inside her.
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Eddie hesitates a little bit in following them into Mordor while they were at Skull Rock. Steve was behind the rest and turned to find a scared looking Eddie.
"You okay, Eddie?" Steve asked.
"I'm fucking scared man," Eddie said.
"Yeah, hey, I get it. I know it probably doesn't seem like it, but we're scared, too. Terrified, but we try to focus on what we need to get done, like finding the bastard who did this to Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. Max is cursed, and we need to save her," Steve said.
"I just wish - nah, it's stupid," Eddie said.
"If it will help you, then it's not stupid," Steve said.
"When I was little, I was scared of thunderstorms. My uncle used to hold my hand whenever they happened. I used to think it was just for me, but it was later on that I learned he was also scared. I know I'm too old, but. . .," Eddie trailed off when Steve suddenly took his hand.
"Come on," Steve said.
Eddie quickly took his things and let himself be pulled by Steve. His hand was large and soft. It felt like Steve’s hand was hugging his. A warmth of affection bloomed inside of Eddie, and he felt his cheeks warm when Steve laced their fingers together. They didn't stop holding hands, not even when all was said and done.
"You know, I'm not afraid anymore, Steve," Eddie said as they sat in Steve’s living room watching a movie, their fingers entertwined.
"I am, totally afraid," Steve said. "I think my lips need to be held."
Fuck. That was smooth. Eddie got the message. He leaned over and kissed him. Steve let go of his hand and tugged him into his lap. Steve broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his.
"Never letting you go," he whispered.
"Neither am I."
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Steve is staring at the letter in his hand, the words blurry and trembling, but he knows them by heart. They’ve burnt themselves into his eyelids and wandered into his brain, leaving behind traces like bark beetles, eating into him until he’s forever marked.
August 23rd 1987
To: Mr. Steven Harrington
Bearing in mind that there is a promise to never reach out to any of you again, I cannot bear the thought of keeping this from you. There is a way for you to forget. To start over. A new identity we could help you create, a new chance at a life without nightmares and memories of the “Upside Down”.
An offer, if you will. A final peace offering, a showing of gratitude and the least we can do. There have been tests run for over two years. No damages to the rest of the brain, no future memory impairments; a selective memory loss, as we call it.
If you want to forget, you know where to find me.
Dr. Samuel Owens
Steve takes a look around, his hands still trembling around the letter, and he finds only good things. Pictures of himself and Eddie, of Wayne, of Robin and the kids. Sticky notes they left for each other and decided to keep as decoration in the kitchen, Eddie’s van out on the driveway he can see through the window.
Only good things. His. His life.
So why is he crying? Why has he been obsessing over this for two weeks when everyone else just dismissed their letter? Nancy considered it, he knows. But she told him that she refuses to forget about Barb, that she can’t lose her like this, too, and Steve gets it. Eddie sat down hard and frowned at the letter before loudly declaring bullshit. He has this thing about identity that’s linked too closely to memories, and Steve saw that coming, too.
But he can’t. He can’t just drop it, he can’t…
He can’t keep living like this.
Which is why he’s been talking with Dr. Owens. Which is why is hands are shaking so bad. Which is why, when he hears the front door falling shut, the sob finally breaks free from his chest. He’s nauseous, he’s scared, he’s so fucking terrified.
“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie is by his side in a second, crouching beside the chair and taking a hold of his wrists in a comforting manner. Eddie’s hands are always warm. Steve wonders if they will stay that way when he’s…
Eddie freezes, and Steve squeezes his eyes shut. The silence is never ending, and Steve’s going to throw up any second now.
But then Eddie speaks again, and his voice is so small, so kind, so gentle, it makes Steve want to tear himself out of this universe and far away from everyone who dares to love him. He doesn’t deserve it, not when he’s made his decision.
“You’ve made your decision, haven’t you?” Underneath all that kind understanding, Eddie sounds as terrified as Steve feels, and they’re both shaking now, both trembling, both fighting their tears.
Both, when soon it’s gonna be each.
Because Steve won’t remember there’s ever been a both. A they.
He won’t remember and it’s making him nauseous — but not as nauseous as his nightmares, not as nauseous as the guilt, the memories, the constant fear and obsession.
“Yeah,” he whispers, falling from his chair as Eddie pulls him into his arms, rocking him back and forth. “I’m so sorry, Eds, I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, shh, it’s fine, Stevie. You’ve… You’ve been there from the start. You’ve been there longer than me, I won’t understand the shit you’ve been through. You deserve to— to start over. To live your life, Stevie, because you deserve the best one, okay?”
Steve’s shaking his head against Eddie’s neck, holding on, breathing him in, and he doesn’t want to do this anymore. He wants to stay here for the rest of his life and make it count, make it be worth something even though he isn’t.
“How long do we have left?” Eddie asks then, hoarse, and Steve hates himself for stealing Eddie’s voice like that.
“One month, I think.”
God, he feels so hollow. Hollow is all he ever feels anymore when there’s not guilt or fear eating away at him. Eddie knows. Maybe he’s known all along.
“Let’s make it count, then, hm?”
And they do. But all of time runs out eventually.
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That '90s Fic
Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
Summary: Eight years after defeating Vecna, the Hawkins crew has done their best to forget their past (and the ones they lost along the way). You can only imagine Steve's surprise when he runs into a very-alive Eddie at a coffee shop. (Ao3 link here)
Word Count: 5.5K
Warnings: Fluffy shit as always, canon universe, first kiss, Steddie reunites and eventually gets together, it takes way too damn long because they're idiots, angst, implied sex, also mentions of the rest of the characters!
A/N: This fic is for @detachedfacade and I wrote it for the Steddie Valentine's fic exchange!! Enjoyyyy
The year was 1993. Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley had remained best friends and followed each other from shitty apartment to shitty apartment. They’d skipped town pretty much the moment she’d graduated, once they knew the rest of their loved ones were safe from the absolute hell they once called their home - Hawkins, Indiana.
After that final battle, everyone pretty much scattered, and while they would always feel connected from the experiences they’d shared in the upside down, they didn’t keep in touch nearly as much as they’d used to. It was one of those things where, if any of them were to call another, they would be there. But everybody had moved on from their lives. They didn’t want to be a slave to their trauma anymore.
It had been eight years since they’d defeated Vecna. Once they’d gotten through the 80’s, they started to settle back into normalcy. Robin and Steve stuck together, but they rarely talked about their past - it was no longer relevant.
The two of them were out of town for a week, taking a trip to a big city and draining their bank account to have a little fun for once. It was, more or less, a yearly tradition. This year, they’d chosen Philadelphia, mostly because there was a concert there that they wanted to go to.
Their first full day, they didn’t have much planned other than to scope out fun things to do that were near their motel. Robin slept in, as always, but Steve was up, so he decided to go for a walk (he left a note for Robin so she knew he was okay). He found this cute cafe a block away from where they were staying, and decided he could use a bit of a caffeine boost, so he went in.
It’s funny how such a mundane morning can turn into something extraordinary.
“Thanks, doll. Have a good one,” a voice said from beside him in line. Steve looked up to see a person he hadn’t thought about in years, not since -
No. That would be crazy. There’s absolutely no way Steve was seeing this right. The man in front of him just looked so incredibly familiar, like an old friend, but that’s all. A doppelganger.
He was wearing black jeans with a black t-shirt tucked into it, a belt holding the ensemble together. His long hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of his neck, a guitar pick necklace hanging against his chest.
He was the spitting image of Eddie Munson. It was freaky.
Steve ordered his coffee and tried his best to shake off the fact that he’d basically just seen a ghost. He averted his gaze and tried to convince himself that he was somehow still high from the night before. That was a thing that could happen sometimes, right?
As they waited for their coffees side by side, Steve decided he had to ask.
“Hey, you look really familiar,” he began. “Do we know each other?” The man chuckled, amused, then put the back of his hand to his forehead and dramatically stumbled backwards, as if he was fainting. Steve reached out to catch him (as if that wouldn’t have taken them both down), but then Eddie stood up straight again, completely unharmed.
“Steeeve Harrington, how you break my heart.” No fucking way. “You don’t remember me?”
“Oh, I remember you,” Steve replied. “But you - I mean we - and then -”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I know.”
“How?!”
“Magic,” Eddie said, wiggling his fingers around his face. “Just kidding, nothing too exciting. Some government people found me, had a quick coma, blah blah blah, started a new life in a new town because I would have been sent to the electric chair if I stayed in Hawkins, by the time they found out I was innocent I’d already settled into my new life, and uh, yeah. That’s about it.”
Steve stared at Eddie, wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. I’m dreaming. I’m high. I’m high AND I’m dreaming.
“Black coffee for Ron,” the barista said. To Steve’s surprise, Eddie reached over to pick up the cup.
“I’m sorry, Ron?!” Eddie laughed, then lowered his voice.
“They told me to pick a new name,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to Steve’s ear. “I was twenty, and obsessed with Dio. Thought it would be cute to choose Ronnie and pay tribute to the lead singer. I hate it, but I’m too damn lazy to go through the trouble of changing it again.”
“Oat milk latte for Steve,” the barista called again. Steve grabbed his coffee, then turned back to Eddie.
“Okay, so this is obviously all insane, but Ron? Really? There’s no way you could pass for a guy named Ron,” he teased.
“Oh, but Steve, I’ve been doing it for years now,” he replied playfully. “So, are we gonna catch up over coffee or what?”
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Eight years since Steve had left Eddie in the upside down. He was dead. He was absolutely, 100% no longer living, his injuries far too serious to fix with the limited first aid they had access to - aka pieces of fabric torn from their own backs. Things had been so complicated then - the extent of Eddie’s interactions with Steve were done while they were highly stressed, traumatized, and managing the upcoming apocalypse. Even so, their friendship (if you could call it that), was cut short, and Steve refused to think about those few days together since then. He’d successfully managed to shove it down deep inside. It barely hurt anymore.
Now, it was brought to the forefront of his attention again. Eddie looked happy and healthy, which was great, but still - how the fuck had he been alive this whole time and nobody knew? Steve thought about asking, but it wasn’t his business, not really. Plus, he had to get a new name and everything, so he likely wasn’t able to reach out. And they weren’t even that close in the first place. And, Steve had tried to forget about it all, so he couldn’t judge Eddie for doing the same. Jesus.
“Steve, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, man.” Eddie smirked as he sipped his coffee. “Relax.”
“Relax?” Steve raised his eyebrows. “You’re not the one who just found out their friend who they’ve been grieving for years never actually died.”
“Friend?” Eddie cocked his eyebrow and grinned devilishly, as if he was mocking Steve’s words.
“I don’t know what else we’d call it.”
“I usually go with ‘unlikely companion against the forces of evil,’ personally,” Eddie replied.
“Usually, huh? So you talk about me a lot then?” Steve drank his latte and tried to focus on the sweet taste to combat his angst. It all felt like a dream, but somehow a stupid oat milk latte grounded him back to reality.
“I mean, not a lot,” Eddie clarified. “I can’t really disclose the full story or anything, but I do talk about the popular jock from my hometown who ended up being a lot cooler than he had any right to be. And Wheeler? Who the hell knew, am I right? And - oh, Robin!” Eddie waved towards the door, where Robin burst in. Steve had called her about ten minutes prior telling her the news. Her hair was a mess, and she was still in her pajamas.
“Holy shit,” she said as she ran frantically towards the table. “You’re real.” She pinched Eddie’s arm to make sure, causing him to laugh.
“In theory,” he responded. Steve pulled up a chair next to him and gestured for Robin to sit. She did so, moving on autopilot, her eyes still fixed to Eddie.
“You didn’t have to rush, Robbie,” Steve said, using his thumb to clean a bit of toothpaste off the corner of her mouth. She was unfazed by his touch.
“Of course I did, Steve. What the hell?”
“I didn’t know you guys were still -” Eddie hesitated. “- Still in touch. Friends. Or are you guys, like…?” Robin cackled.
“Noooo, no, no, no,” she said.
“Okay, let’s not be mean about it,” Steve huffed.
“Sorry Stevie, you know I love you.” She turned back to Eddie. “I’m a lesbian. Steve was actually the only one I was out to in high school.”
“No shit,” Eddie said, leaning until his elbows were on the table. “Ohhhh, that explains so much.”
“Does it?” she asked, confused.
“Well, just because you guys obviously were close, but insisted upon being just friends, which usually means you’re not just friends,” Eddie explained. “I don’t know, I was kind of thrust into a lot of shit back then without any context. Mostly I was just trying not to die, and then, well - I mean, you get it.”
“Oof,” Robin winced.
“You guys, it’s fine.” Eddie laughed again, then leaned back in his chair. “Water under the upside down bridge, am I right?” Robin and Steve grimaced. “What?”
“We don’t really talk about that time of our lives anymore,” Robin shrugged. “All of us just tried to leave it all behind.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “It’s great to see you again, I think, and I’m glad you’re okay and all, it’s just -”
“Weird,” Robin finished his sentence. “Not in a bad way, just in a way where we might need a moment to act semi-normal.”
“Ugh, normal?” Eddie groaned. “I didn’t like you guys so much because you were normal. I liked you because you were batshit crazy.” He chuckled at the double meaning of his words. “Ha ha, bat-shit. Those things were nasty. I can’t believe you took a straight-up bite out of one, dude.”
“Jesus Christ, I forgot about that.” Steve put his head in his hands before running them through his hair. “This is crazy. So crazy.”
“Sorry,” Eddie said with a shrug. “You know, you’re the first people I’ve been able to talk about this with. I didn’t think I’d ever seen any of you again, but here we are.”
“Are you even supposed to be talking about it?” Steve asked.
“I dunno, maybe not. But it’s been long enough. No trouble in Hawkins since, right?”
“Nope,” Robin confirmed.
“Not that we’ve been back,” Steve added.
“No? What about the others? Dustin?” Steve smiled, remembering that Eddie and Dustin had their own brotherly thing going on.
“He’s good. Everyone’s okay,” Steve smiled. “Dustin and I still talk sometimes. I’m sure he’d love to hear from you actually, if you wanted. I mean, he was really shaken up over your ‘death’ and all.” Steve used quotations when he talked about Eddie’s death now. Insanity.
“Yeah, for sure,” Eddie agreed. “Steve, man. It’s genuinely so good to see you. I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to the King of Hawkins High.”
“Really? I guess I didn’t realize I left such an impression,” Steve said with surprise. It had been a while since he’d been reminded of his King Steve days. Eddie chuckled again, rolling up his sleeves absentmindedly as he continued talking.
“Oh my god, Harrington, I wanted you so bad back then. I didn’t realize it until shit went down, but yeah. I thought I was making it really obvious.” Steve’s eyes widened.
“Oh,” he said. “Well, um, I mean -”
“You were,” Robin interjected. “And you were totally jealous of him and Nancy, which is hilarious because -”
“Robin!” Steve groaned. “Anyway, yeah. There was that, and the whole ‘big boy’ thing.”
“Really? Eight years later and that’s still fresh in your mind, huh?”
“He used to talk about it every time he got drunk,” Robin laughed.
“I will kill you,” Steve threatened. “Fine, yeah, whatever. You helped me realize I like guys. I owe it all to you - the big man himself - Ron.” Eddie practically snorted at the way Steve said his fake name.
“God, it’s so bad,” he agreed. “But Ron has been good to me. Things are good.” They all smiled, realizing things had somehow all turned out okay. Normal, in their own messed up way. “So! How long are you guys in town?”
-
The three of them hung out in Philadelphia a few more times that week, catching up and getting friendlier with every passing moment. Steve started to relax around Eddie, something he never had the chance to do before. Eddie was touchy, and called Steve things like babe and sweetie and once, Big Boy for old time’s sake.
But the week was coming to an end, and the Dynamic Duo was scheduled to return home the following morning. They decided to go out one last time, and made sure to exchange numbers to stay in contact. Steve promised he’d reach out to Dustin and break the news, but he wasn’t sure when he’d see Dustin again.
Robin went home first, insisting that she get her beauty sleep before their flight. This left Eddie and Steve alone at the bar, where they continued to chat until eventually, Steve decided he needed to get home, too.
He didn’t really want to go, at all. He didn’t want to say goodbye to Eddie. Reconnecting with him had genuinely been great, weird as it was. Plus, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Eddie had told him in that cafe. Harrington, I wanted you so bad back then. Enough time had passed where Steve wasn’t sure that statement still applied, or if he even wanted it to. The whole week had been a whirlwind of the past becoming present, the lost being found, the gone returning.
Eddie walked Steve home, and it was too short. Eight years ago, when their budding friendship(?) was cut short, Steve didn’t know the extent of his sexuality, or understand the feelings he was having. But he knew then, with Eddie at his door, and he decided to be bold.
“Ya know,” Eddie said, “usually when I walk a guy home like this, I kiss him goodnight.” He had said it so casually, in the same joking manner he’d done everything else. He said it in a way where, if Steve hadn’t been into it, he could just as easily say he was kidding and move on. Steve knew it well, and he wasn’t going to take it this time.
“Okay, so kiss me then.”
“What?” His eyes went wide in shock. Steve smirked at the way he was finally able to catch Eddie off guard.
“You heard me. Come on, I dareeee youuuu.” Steve had quite a few drinks at the bar, a deadly combination for a guy who was already pretty confident in the flirting department.
“Where the hell is this coming from?” Eddie asked, still unsure. He couldn’t believe what Steve was saying. Even though Steve had said Eddie was his bisexual awakening, that had been ages ago. Eddie never in a million years thought he had a shot with Steve in actuality.
“I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t do it.” Steve gently pushed against Eddie’s chest, then leaned against his door. “All those flirty glances and the pet names and talking about how you used to have a crush on me when-“
And then Eddie was kissing him.
It was awkward for a split second, as Eddie had all but smashed his lips against Steve’s, but they quickly melted into each other, reaching an unspoken groove.
It was nice. So incredibly nice. Eddie was warm and inviting and sensual, his hands explorative and firm around Steve’s body.
As they broke away from each other, Steve pouted at the thought of never finding out what kissing Eddie while sober would be like - it’s just that they were about to be separated by a few hundred miles, so the possibility seemed unlikely.
“Just as good as I thought it would be,” Eddie grinned as he let go of Steve’s waist. “Now you have a new thing to talk about when you get drunk, Harrrington.”
That he would, Eddie. That he would.
-
So, Steve and Robin returned home, still somewhat unconvinced they hadn’t had some sort of mutual acid trip and hallucinated the whole thing. He told her about the kiss, which she was entirely unsurprised by, and asked if he’d call once they got home.
Steve wasn’t sure. After all, he’d left that whole life behind, and he wasn’t interested in anything long distance. It felt weird to return to a life he so deliberately ran away from. He’d spent so long shoving away those memories, but they were back, and they were back with a vengeance.
And now, there were new memories too - the ones of them in Philadelphia, catching up under new circumstances, haunted by the old ones.
He didn’t end up calling Eddie, in fear of it getting even more complicated, and eventually the events of their week in Philly became a dream-like visit to the land of what-ifs.
-
In 1994, Dustin came to visit. It had been the longest Steve and Robin had ever stayed in the same apartment. In fact, not much had changed at all in the last year - Except that Robin started going to grad school, and Steve was promoted at work, which worked out well considering Robin’s income dropped when switching to part-time.
Robin was engaged - she’d been dating the same person for years now, and it had been long overdue. They were happy together, but waiting to get married until Robin finished school. Well, they wouldn’t be legally married, thanks to the government being homophobic, but they wanted to celebrate with their friends and family nonetheless.
Steve had also begun dating a woman from Robin’s class. She was kind and quiet, and it had been going well for a month or two already.
Catching up with Dustin was always a whirlwind, because they didn’t do it nearly enough. He spoke quickly and without abandoning, covering so many topics in such a short amount of time that Steve could hardly keep up. Robin, on the other hand, followed beautifully, and filled in Steve whenever he got confused.
“So I was telling the head of DETRA,” Dustin said. Steve turned to Robin.
“His company,” she muttered. Steve nodded.
“And he basically said that Justin was going to get the promotion, even though I was the one who came up with, developed, and perfected the prototype for G-TER.”
“The robot,” Robin clarified, quiet enough only for Steve to hear.
“Oh, right,” Steve said in recognition. “The thing you’ve been working on for like a year now?”
“That’s the one,” Dustin confirmed.
It went on like this as he continued to talk about engineering and robotics, things that went way over Steve’s head, but he listened the best he could anyway. Once he was done updating them on his first official post-college job, he asked them what they’d been up to.
“School,” Robin answered.
“Work,” Steve added. “And Diana, who I’ve told you about.”
“Still going good?” Dustin asked. Steve nodded. “Sweet. How’d the trip to Philly go?”
Steve and Robin froze, glancing at each other nervously. Once again, it was something they had pushed deep down into oblivion, in fear of opening the can of worms yet again. They hadn’t talked about it since the plane ride home.
“So fun,” Robin responded at last.
“Concert was great,” Steve added.
“You guys are so comically bad at lying,” Dustin said with a roll of his eyes. “What happened?” They paused, knowing the upcoming conversation was a big bomb to drop.
“It’s…serious,” Steve began. “Has to do with Hawkins stuff.” Dustin’s face dropped into sincerity, understanding the weight of the situation.
“Is everything okay? Do we have to go back?”
“Everyone is fine,” Robin blurted out. “Everyone.” She stressed the word as if that would be enough to break the news. When Dustin was still confused, Steve decided to just go for it.
“Eddie Munson is alive, Dustin.”
“What?!”
“It’s true,” Robin said. “He lives in Philadelphia under a different name now.”
“But how??”
They continued to explain the situation, going over the story that Eddie had told them, and the time they’d spent together. They left out the kiss, of course, but that wasn’t relevant.
Dustin processed the news slowly, before running to his computer and urgently looking something up.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked.
“I’m gonna go to Philadelphia,” he answered. As Steve peered over, he noticed Dustin looking at flights.
“Woah, seriously?” Steve asked, shocked. “Don’t you want to call him first?”
“Well, yeah, duh,” Dustin said. “We call him, then we go. Or, I go. I mean, if you can’t.” He sighed, putting his phone down. “You knew about this for a year and didn’t tell me?”
Robin and Steve felt the weight of their secret. They’d been protecting themselves, or so they thought.
“I’m sorry, man,” Steve apologized. “We didn’t wanna -”
“It’s whatever. Just call him.”
-
Even though Robin and Steve hadn’t planned their annual getaway yet, it was far too short-notice to go with Dustin. It did, however, mean that his visit with them was cut off after only a day, and that kinda sucked. They really tried to make it work, but between Steve’s job and Robin’s classes, there was no way they could join in on the action.
So, Steve called Eddie
“Steve Harrington,” he greeted as always.
“Edd- I mean, Ron,” Steve replied. Eddie chuckled.
“I didn’t think you’d ever call me. It’s been what, a year?” Steve grimaced at the realization.
“I’m sorry, I just -”
“It’s cool. What’s up, man?”
And so, Steve told him what was up. Eddie was thrilled at the prospect of seeing Dustin again, and together they arranged a place to meet up. Eddie also gave Steve his address to give to Dustin, although Steve couldn’t help but wonder if he had ulterior motives.
No, Steve. Don’t do that, he thought to himself. You closed that book, and you’re with Diana now.
It was probably for the best Steve couldn’t go, honestly. Because the moment he heard Eddie’s voice, he realized he was an idiot for not calling the moment he got home.
-
By 1995, Robin had moved out to live with her fiance. They’d even set a wedding date for the following year. Steve was still dating Diana, and things were good there, but he had no plans for proposing just yet. He felt as though he needed to live with her first to see for sure how compatible they’d be, so she joined his lease once hers ended - her name replacing Robin’s.
Steve had a business trip in Philadelphia. He considered visiting Eddie, but thought better of it.
They ran into each other anyway at the grocery store.
“Well, if it isn’t the heartbreaker himself?” Eddie teased. Steve froze, feeling immediate guilt and panic.
“E - I mean, Ron!” Steve said, as he always did.
“You know, I finally legally changed my name back, so you can stop doing that.”
“Oh,” Steve said. “Okay.”
“I’m not mad at you, Steve,” Eddie assured him.
“Why would you be?” Steve asked, as casually as possible. Eddie opened his mouth, but before he could explain the very valid reason he’d be upset, Steve continued. “Don’t answer that. I’m sorry. I’m still sorry.”
“It is what it is,” Eddie said nonchalantly. He genuinely seemed unbothered. “So, what brings you back?”
“Work,” Steve answered. “I’m only here for the weekend this time.”
“Would you want to grab a drink, then?” Eddie asked. Steve swallowed.
“I - I shouldn’t.” Eddie seemed confused for a moment, then lit up in understanding.
“Ah, I see,” he said with a smirk. “You’re still with the lady.”
“You know about her?”
“‘Course. Dustin told me about it when he was here.”
“Oh,” Steve said, unsure how he felt about that. “How’d that go for you guys, by the way?”
“It was great,” Eddie answered. “You don’t even want to go out in a completely platonic, friend way?”
Admitting that being just friends with Eddie seemed impossible felt worse than it did to go and inevitably act weird and closed off. In any case, Steve agreed to one drink.
-
Three drinks later, he felt relaxed again, and almost forgot why he was so nervous about this in the first place. Like, he and Eddie didn’t know each other that well, and they lived in different states, and they’d kissed one time. That was it. It was practically nothing other than them both being queer, flirtatious, and enjoying each other’s company.
“I’d really like to be friends,” Eddie had said at the end of the night.
“I think I’d like that, too,” Steve agreed.
He went back home, relieved that the guilt he felt was no longer relevant.
-
Eddie and Steve were friends in the sense that they occasionally called each other to talk about new movies, or to rave about the amazing things Dustin was doing, and eventually, they talked about Robin’s wedding.
Robin had decided to invite Eddie after he and Steve became friendly in a genuine way. She tended to have a sense for these things, and they really did just seem like good friends.
She was wrong.
Diana worked overnights, and Steve would end up on the phone until well past midnight talking to Eddie. It was a gradual change from the conversations they’d had before, but an important one. Eddie was giddy at the thought of being reunited with the Hawkins gang - they joked that Steve shouldn’t tell anyone so Eddie could surprise them, but ultimately decided they could never stir up that much drama on Robin’s wedding day.
“Maybe during the rehearsal dinner,” Eddie suggested.
“Yeah, maybe,” Steve replied.
Steve broke up with Diana a few months before the wedding, where she was supposed to be his plus one. It was a clean break, or as clean as it could have possibly been. Steve just knew that if they went to the wedding together, she’d think about the possibility of marrying him, and he knew she wasn’t the one he wanted to spend his life with.
He had an inkling he knew someone he would marry. Well, if marriage between them had been legal, anyway.
He didn’t tell Eddie about his change in relationship status, though. Even when they still talked late into the night, when Steve had to wake up early the next morning. He didn’t tell him, because he still lived so far away, and he didn’t want to ruin something so perfect.
-
Robin’s wedding was in the Spring of 1996. Steve was going stag, as he’d decided when Robin asked whether she should eliminate a place setting or invite someone else. He could have found another date to replace Diana, but he didn’t want to.
It was the first time he was going to see Eddie since they’d gotten a drink a year prior, which would have been exciting enough - it was just that Steve was single now. And if Eddie was too, and if he was still interested, there was no way Steve was going to miss out yet again.
It didn’t matter that they lived far away from each other, or that they’d spent very little time together in the same physical space - Steve knew there was something there. He knew it.
Steve was, of course, in the bridal party. In fact, he was technically Maid of Honor, although the role wasn’t really defined that clearly because Robin didn’t want to follow any of the normal traditions. She really just wanted Steve as her best friend and right-hand man. His tasks mainly included making sure she didn’t fall over, and handing her various fidget toys when she got antsy.
The rehearsal dinner was the night before the ceremony, and was mainly just close family and friends. It was the first time the entire Hawkins gang reunited in ten years.
Hopper and Joyce were happily married. The kids were now 24 and figuring their lives out. Dustin was already rich, and everyone else was financially okay as well due to El having rigged a lottery one time to split the reward (Mike’s idea - but it worked out pretty well).
It was so nice to see everyone again under non-apocalypse circumstances. Everybody seemed happy in their respective lives, and catching up seemed entirely normal.
Eddie showed up late - he had told everyone in advance he would, so it wasn’t rude or anything, but it did mean that they were already sitting down and deep into conversation when he snuck in and sat down beside Steve - the last empty seat.
(Which was pretty much exactly what Steve hoped would happen)
They waved to each other and smiled, and then the conversation resumed as normal. They ate, they drank, they laughed, and then the group split - half of them going home, the other half going out.
-
“Where’s Diana?” Eddie asked at the bar while sipping his beer. “Is she sick or something?” Steve froze, realizing the time had come to break the news.
“Uh, no, she’s not sick.” Eddie looked at him curiously, having no idea where this was going. “We broke up a few months ago.”
“What?!” Eddie asked, a thousand emotions in his voice. He was confused, concerned, and a little upset. “Why didn’t you tell me? I talk to you all the time!”
“I don’t know!” Steve responded, shrugging. “I don’t know why I didn’t, I just -”
“Wait, before we go there. Are you okay?”
Steve was taken aback by the question. He was okay, but a few months ago? Shit was tough.
“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s what I needed to do,” Steve answered.
“Why?” Eddie’s voice dropped in volume ever so slightly. “I mean, what happened?”
“She just wasn’t -” Steve averted his gaze, as though eye contact was too intimate in the moment. “She wasn’t the one.”
Their conversation was interrupted when Dustin insisted they all play a game. And that was that - at least, that’s what Steve thought.
-
He was getting ready for bed after everyone else had split off to their own hotel rooms. He showered and brushed his teeth, then climbed into bed to watch TV. He wasn’t tired yet, but he hoped the sounds of Friends would lull him to sleep eventually.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
It was late, and as Steve jumped out of bed and walked towards the noise, he worried it was Robin or that something terrible had happened.
Instead, it was Eddie.
“Hey,” Steve greeted him.
“Hey,” Eddie echoed. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”
Eddie knew it was a bold move, showing up like this, assuming that their friendship had transcended into something more. Or, perhaps they were never really just friends.
“Okay,” Steve responded.
And then, Eddie was kissing him again.
Steve shut the door as soon as they’d crossed the threshold into his hotel room. They were alone, single, and clearly into each other. Clothes came off before Steve even had a chance to catch his breath.
Eddie started giggling when they fell to the bed.
“I’ve always wanted to hook up with a Bridesmaid,” he joked. Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing, too.
“Can we turn the show off?” he asked, distracted by the antics on screen.
“What, Rachel doesn’t do it for you?” Eddie teased. Steve reached over to find the remote, then pressed the off button - leaving them in silence.
“I’m more of a Chandler guy, myself,” Steve replied with a smirk.
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
-
Robin’s wedding was beautiful. Eddie and Steve snuck knowing glances at each other throughout, but made sure not to make it obvious they’d hooked up to avoid stealing any thunder.
Everyone knew pretty much immediately, anyway.
-
It was New Year's Eve, 1999. Eddie and Steve had gotten their own apartment after the wedding, and had been together ever since. Steve insisted they stay in the same town as Robin, and Eddie obliged - there wasn’t much tying him to Philly except that it was where he’d been for a decade, and a little location change seemed like the perfect way to enter the next phase of his life.
“I can’t believe the world is going to end in five minutes,” Steve said sarcastically. Eddie rolled his eyes.
“You don’t really believe that shit, right?”
“Well, the world wouldn’t end,” Robin interjected, “just all the computers in the world might crash, which would be just as not fun.”
“Exactly,” Steve agreed. Robin smiled, then was whisked away by her wife. Steve turned back to Eddie. “You’re not nervous at all?” Eddie shook his head.
“No, not really. We’ve already been through an apocalypse together, you know? And we got through that.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Steve realized. “So what’s one more?”
“What’s one more?” Eddie agreed, kissing Steve into the new millennium.
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“Seriously, get some help..”
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader
Pt.1 of 3
cw: Homophobic Language/Slurs, Bullying, steve x nancy
“So then I tried explaining how, you know, I’m just going to be stuck working some dead end job anyway and she just gave this look Y/N- like I was stupid or something..” Steve relayed his conversation he’d had with Nancy on the drive to school that morning. Y/N had seen the aftermath of her quickly exiting his car and heading on inside as he dejectedly waited around until he’d joined him. Getting a cigarette in before class inevitably started.
“Well what do you expect Steve, girls dream of their high school loves going to college with them, beating the men off them for the rest of their lives.”
“Yeah, ‘beating the guys off her’ is the whole reason I need to wait..plus there’s no way I could get into a college on her level, I’d just be holding her back..” Steve leaned against the side of his car, running a hand back through his hair as Y/N puffed away a few feet out, always keeping his distance as to not receive a complaint about the smell from his friend.
“Just stop stressing Steve! You get stressed, she’ll get stressed. Clearly she already is..” Y/N’s ears pricked up at the sound of quickly approaching music mixed with the revving of a loud engine. Down the street appeared a blue Camaro that screeched to a stop just before it passed up the entrance to the student parking area and as soon as it turned in it sped back up. Y/N stood in place and squinted, trying to make out who the hell was driving this car he’d never seen. And before he knew it Steve had grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him out of the way moments before the car would have possibly hit him.
“Y/N Jesus! Wake up!” Steve let go of him and looked his face over, which admittedly was always difficult to read. He looked at him and then back at the car as it pulled into the middle of two spaces, double parking. One could hear the sound of brief bickering as the car was shut off and Y/N could see the California license plate and then a small red headed girl with an even redder zip up jacket quickly gathered herself and a skateboard out of the passengers seat, slamming the door and then tossing the board down and making her way off in the direction of the middle school with her middle finger held up.
“Hey!” Steve walked past you in the direction of the car and you hardly had time to react as he hurried over, you rushed to follow behind him. “You had a kid in there with you, don’t you think you should..slow down…” Steve’s angry speech trailed off as the driver stepped out of the car. Dirty blonde curls spilled off the back of his head and bounced as he stood and shut the door, an unamused look on his face as he sized Steve up. Although he had stopped a solid five feet away the teen advanced on the two of you, giving you a quick look before responding.
“Maybe you should worry more about your mouth and your boyfriend getting you in trouble, stranger. ” He reached up, snatching the almost finished cigarette out of your mouth and holding it up to his, lighting it off the cherry before tossing it behind the two of you. You licked your bottom lip where the skin had been pulled off from him taking it out of your mouth and also from you holding it there for too long and watched as he made his way away from Steve and you towards the school.
“Fuck..who the hell was that guy?” Steve let the gay comment roll off him like water off a ducks back, he had a reputation that some new tanned up guy from California wasn’t going to make an effect on. But it still did get under his skin, their body language and tone, he seemed dangerous.
“I think we’re going to find out.” Y/N reached up to press his finger against the small bubble of blood coming from his lip before wiping it off on his shirt and heading off towards the school as well. Steve stood back for a moment, still taken a back from the entire morning really. ‘Can’t ever catch a break..’ he thought to himself as he went on to catch up.
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“So don’t forget, Barbs’ Parents, dinner, tonight. Got it?”
“Yes Nance, of course I’ve got it. I’m not going to forget okay?”
Jonathan closed his eyes just for a second, hoping to drown them out somehow as he retreated down the hall away from them, but as he did he found himself running into someone. “S-sorry—“ Y/N shook his head and managed a half smile at the oldest Byers before peering off to the side of him at the two love birds chatting away at Nancys’ locker.
“Don’t be. Trust me, I get fed up with it too.” Jonathan sighed and nodded as they moved out of the way slightly to make it easier for others to walk through the hallway freely. He looked down at the orange flier in his hand, flipping it over before thrusting it forward to you.
“What’s this?”
“Something I wouldn’t be caught dead at.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow as he briefly read the sheet of paper before laughing to himself on the inside, the humor coming across when he spoke. “And you think I would be? Maybe if we dared each other..”
“Good point.” Jonathan grinned at him, it did seem like something the both of them would do. They had been friends before Y/N got friendly with Steve and Nancy. As friendly as the teen could. He was often just a third wheel, a shadow, him and barb would sit around and entertain themselves while the couple went at it. But ever since barb ‘disappeared’ Y/N stopped smiling, he stopping putting in as much effort as he had to appear happy for the others sakes and even with Jonathan he wouldn’t open up or talk about anything so Jonathan did the same.
The long bell rang and it echoed through the halls signaling everyone to get to their next class. Y/N quickly departed off towards Steve who had athletics with him next and Jonathan waited for a moment before continuing down the way he had been, trying to not let the feeling of comfort in each other, what was once all too familiar for them, affect him too much.
“You ready to get schooled Y/N?”
“Not if we’re on the same team dipshit.” Steve slung an arm around the dispirited teen as they walked down the hall towards the gymnasium.
These uniforms were the bane of his existence. This whole class actually. The fabric of the shorts did nothing but hold sweat and when and if someone fell or was pushed while guarding you were sure to rub your skin open on impact with the waxed hard wood floors. The grey shirt was ill fitting and slightly baggy on you while it seemed to cling to Steve as the two of you walked out of the locker room together.
“Dude, you really need to even out that ‘farmers tan’. It’s just getting worse.”
Y/N rubbed his hand up his arm and looked at the stark line where the tan began and your normal skin tone began before staring back at Steve with an unamused expression. “Because Nancy loves those pasty chicken legs of yours so much right?”
“Pasty?! Chicken legs?! Oooh you’re so lucky we’re both shirts today..” Steve jumped up and down, hyping himself up for the game as he thought about what you said, debating staying late after school and using the weight room one of these days.
“Okay, ladies! Enough talking. Get in position.” The PE teacher and Basketball coach stood at the sidelines with a perfectly aired ball in his hand and a whistle in his other other. “Four on four game. I want it clean, or you’ll be doing laps until you throw up after school. All of you.”
Steve took the center and caught the ball as the coach tossed it out, Y/N taking his place next to him. He didn’t like athletics by any means but he wasn’t really given the option to choose his own electives so he decided to make the best of things and try to stay close to Harrington early on. “I’m watching you Harrington.” The coach pointed at him and they locked eyes.
“You need to keep your performance up before the season starts, you hear me?”
“Yes coach!” Steve replied. His face determined in spite of the shirtless blonde from this morning slyly grinning as he stood in as center for the opposing team. ‘He’s going to guard me, I just know it..’ He thought to himself as Y/N shook out his hands beside him, grabbing his attention. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“Be my distraction okay? Ghost blondie when he comes for me..”
Y/N didn’t visibly react to what he’d said but on the inside he was groaning in annoyance. Steve might be the king of something, the king of starting shit. The blonde looked like his hobbies consisted of lifting weights and winning fist fights and he wanted him to go after him? Fuck.
When the whistle blew Steve immediately went into action and the building echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. Two shirts were held guarded in place as Steve faked out the teen and made a shot from the three point line, watching as it went in and one of the skins made a break for it.
“That won’t happen again.”
“Hargrove! Quit making eyes at him and get on the ball!” The coach yelled across the court as his team mate was at an impasse, standing at half court with one of Steve’s team mates behind him and Y/N steadfast in front of him. Eyes locked onto his. “Somebody get this freak off of me!”
“Pass!” As the teen went to make a pass to Tommy Y/N leapt and smacked the ball mid-air across the court, like a volleyball. The two skins quickly shove past him to help Billy obtain the ball before Steve can land another basket and Y/N makes his way behind the blonde. Steve and him make eye contact as he dribbles in place, billy aggressively bouncing himself against his back with full intentions on keeping this asshole from making his shot.
“So I heard they used to call you the king around here huh?” Steve tried to keep his eyes on the man’s hands as he was sure he would go to pick the ball away from him. “I saw that girl with you earlier, do you and the pretty boy share her? Or does she not know about you and him?”
“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and play!”
The moment that Steve let himself get distracted enough to respond Billy wedged his leg between his and swept his feet out to the side, out from under him. Y/N had closed in during their ‘intimidate moment’ and did just as Steve asked. While everyone was distracted by Billy’s foul play he’d secured the ball and had a decent shot lined up. The blonde was between him and the other players and that cheeky smirk he had when their eyes met did something to him. It made his skin itch. A crawling sensation.
“Why don’t you just give me that?” He asked, knees bent in preparation for Y/N to skitter away to somehow get Steve the ball.
“Come get it.” The side of Y/N’s lips curled slightly at the change in Billy’s expression. Eyebrows furrowed as he made a quick step forward just as Y/N jumped to make the shot from here. Either he’d make it or Steve could go in for the save and do a layup. Neither Billy or Y/N was able to watch because the muscular blonde had taken him to the floor. The coach blew his whistle just before the ball went in. He might have let him tripping Steve slide but that was a full contact tackle.
“Now what the hell did I say?! Clean. Game! Do you not know what ‘charging’ is Hargrove?” Billy glared down at the man underneath him who had his eyes clenched shut. He was scared. The pain in the back of his head from it hitting the wood floor coupled with the blow of the whistle had his ears ringing. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, coach. It won’t happen again.” He muttered as he raised up off the floor, reaching his arm down as Y/N opened his eyes. “Get the hell up then.” He took the hand and gathered himself off the floor with his help, rubbing the back of his sweaty head with his free hand before Billy pulled him in close, face inches from his.
“You. Are. Dead.” Something seemed to flash in those blue eyes. They were dilated and moving rapidly as if he was trying to read Y/N’s aloof expression before he shoved him away and retreated to wait for Y/N to get his free throw in. As pretty as they had been, they looked..predatory.
Y/N managed to weasel not just a nurse note for himself but after complaining that he was dizzy and lightheaded the coach wrote Steve one too. As they showered Y/N told Harrington what billy had said and explained that it was why he wanted to avoid the inevitable conflict for as long as possible.
“So what? You bruised the guy’s obviously huge ego. He isn’t going to actually kill you.” Steve commented as he shampooed his mass of sweaty hair.
“You didn’t see his eyes Steve..”
“Y/N. If I let every little death stare effect me do you think I would hang out with you? You look scary as hell all the time.” We don’t hang out..not anymore.
“Whatever. You got me into this so take some accountability.” Y/N rinsed the soap off of himself before cutting the faucet off and walking to the wall that the white towels hung lined up on hooks, drying himself off as quick as possible.
“I said ghost him! Not tussle with him on the floor!” Steve hollered, eyes closed to keep the soap from running into them being unaware of where Y/N was in the room. Either way it echoed loudly in the tile covered room and Y/N held his damp head, debating on actually going to the nurse to get a couple Tylenol or get the cigarette he was craving in while the majority of students and staff were busying themselves in the lunch room.
“Just..hurry up…”
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Slinging his books into his locker next to Nancy’s as Steve filled her in on why he was limping slightly when she caught them in the hallway. Why he wasn’t at lunch, she chastised him for not forcing you to both the nurses and the front office.
“You’ve got to be kidding me Steve!” She lowered her voice a bit before continuing. “Death threats aren’t a joke..”
Steve held up his hands in a shrug. “You try to make him do something, it happened to him after all.”
“Yeah, because of you.” Y/N mumbled as they started to walk through the hall together towards their destination of the student parking lot, as soon as they cleared the doors Y/N dug his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one causing Steve to hold his nose and wave his hand through the billowing smoke.
“Say something Harrington. I dare you.”
Steve just sped up a head of you and Nancy and pointed at him, “See, scary!”
Y/N looked from Steve’s red car over towards the blue Camaro still parked where it had been and he felt his heart race quicken as Steve reached the car way before them, opening the passengers door in advance for Nancy as a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile sweetly. Steve was an idiot, maybe. But he was her idiot.
Just as Nancy reached the open door and readied herself to get in Y/N yelped, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto his collarbone and tumbling down after leaving its mark as Hargrove had a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back as he pressed against the back of him. “You two hiding from me? Where’d that energy from the game go?” He smiled as he peered down at Y/N and then at Steve and Nancy.
“Let him go!”
“Or what?” Billy replied to Nancy as she took a step forward. “So I was right huh? Y’all are all a ‘thing’?” Nancy scrunched up her face in confusion and went to take another step forward but Steve’s outstretched arm prevented her.
“Look man, I’m sorry for earlier. It wa—“
“H-ha..Steve just shut up and go, okay?” Y/N couldn’t look at them with Billy roughing yanking his back every time he tried to straighten back up but he could imagine the dumbfounded look Steve had on his face.
“Um, no?”
“Listen to your boy toy Harrington, the lady isn’t going to want to see this.” He rested his head against yours as he spoke and you could smell his cologne wafting off his denim jacket. A few students had stopped on their way to their cars to spectate and Steve looked around at them nervously. He couldn’t fight him, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Nancy. He couldn’t lose in front of her.
“My dad is a fucking cop and I’d you don’t think I’ll have him at your house so quick you’re dead wrong!” Nancy shouted at him, shoving Steve’s arm out of her way. Glaring him down as she threw her bluff his way.
Billy swayed slightly as if thinking what she said over before sliding his arm around the front of the man he was holding to loop his arm around his neck, planning to choke him out.
“I’m not..scared of you…”
Billy loosened his grip slightly and looked down at Y/N who had his eyes closed, he hadn’t even raised his hands up to try and get Billy off of him. “What’d you say?”
“I said—I’m not scared of you Billy..” Y/N tried to speak but occasionally the man would tense up around his throat and he’d have to croak the words out, that was until Billy scoffed and released him before using both hands to shove him as hard as he could into Steve’s car causing a tiny dent in the side of it.
“You should be.”
Y/N stayed down on the ground after lifting himself up slightly, holding sore his neck. “Well I’m not!”
Billy turned to walk away, intent on leaving Maxine there if he didn’t show in the next minute or so. “I feel bad for you!” That stopped him. His breathing quickened as he spun back around and looked on enraged as Nancy helped Y/N off of the ground.
“I feel really, really bad for you Billy. Seriously, get help…” Before they gave Billy enough time to decide to charge back over Y/N climbed in the backseat and Nancy took her spot in the passengers side as Steve scrambled to get in the car and drive away, truly the most shaken up out of the three of them.
“That guy is fucking crazy..And you!” He looked over at Nancy as he pulled out of the parking lot before getting his eyes back on the road. “Your dad isn’t a cop!”
Nancy simply shrugged and looked out the window at the denim clad, blonde man still standing in the lot where they left him.
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Consider an angsty Harringroveson post-s4 au where everybody lived.
Steve, Eddie and Billy got together after the whole Vecna/Upside Down mess is solved. They’re quite happy with the three of them, supportive of each other and their unique traumas, although Billy struggles a just little bit more (i.e. literally being possessed, the much heavier scarring, tw: Neil). They take interest in each other’s passion, they do cute things together, have an amazing sex life, all the good stuff.
When the Party and everyone is hanging out though, Billy still feels like he doesn’t really fit with them. Always hovering on the outside, not really knowing what to say in conversation, no one really engaging with him. Most are still a little bit wary of him, don’t really know how to talk to him after everything that happened. Once the throuple is revealed to everyone, Billy immediately gets the sense that everyone (with the exception of Max and El probably) doesn’t really like him with them. Something to the effect of - “I get Steve and Eddie, but why him.”
Maybe almost everyone shovel talks Billy about hurting Steve and Eddie, making him extremely anxious about fucking up the relationship. Everyone else seems to think that he will. Steve and Eddie only get shovel talked by Max. Maybe there are occasions where Steve and Eddie are invited to things together, and Billy who knows when he’s not wanted doesn’t insert himself. He finds himself alone more and more. Maybe sometimes people outright forget that he is part of the relationship too. And Steve and Eddie, bless them, all this goes over their heads because they are blinded by the love of their throuple (cheesy I know), and just think that Billy needs alone time or just doesn’t want to be around people.
All of this makes Billy feel really sad and anxious, constantly asking himself when Eddie and Steve are going to drop him. Makes him insecure about his scars and all his baggage. And because it’s Billy he doesn’t know how to express how he feels or even begin to talk about it.
One night, the whole gang is at Steve’s house, having a get together. After half an hour of no one speaking to Billy and him not knowing how to start a conversation with any of them, just quietly ups and leaves to Steve’s bedroom. All of his bottled up feelings come flooding out and he starts to cry and break down. He collapses against the bed and sits on the floor. He tries to be silent, because for all his sadness he doesn’t want to mess up the evening for everyone.
Downstairs, a little bit later, Max notices they’re one head short and that Billy isn’t there. She’d picked up on the tension that the gang had when Billy was around and she’d tried to make him feel better in her own way when she could. They hugged a lot more now. She discreetly goes to where Eddie and Steve are sitting, dipping her head between them from behind. “Billy isn’t here.” She whispers and the two boys perk up immediately, looking slightly wide eyed around the room and sure enough they can’t find a curly blonde head. The rest are distracted enough that Steve and Eddie slip out and run upstairs, where Max said she thought she heard a noise.
They find Billy still in the middle of his break down. They immediately scoop him up into a hug on either side of him and hold him as he cries. Steve and Eddie sort of look at each other wondering about what’s happened. When the tears have dried up sometime later, they ask him.
“What happened Bills?”
“It’s nothing, I’m sorry.”
“Hey no, you don’t have to be sorry and it’s clearly not nothing.”
“You can tell us, it’s okay.”
And so he does.
Not sure how to end this but in my mind they figure it out and work on it together with the three of them :)
[also disclaimer: I don’t think the kids and teens would do this intentionally or maliciously. Also this is fiction, if you like certain characters and don’t like others that’s fine! I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t like]
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Steve the voyeur gets his hands on some footage (Part 9) NSFW
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"I've been thinking..." Steve murmured, twisting his fingers in Eddie's hair, as his head rested so perfectly in his lap.
"Uh oh..." Eddie trilled.
"Fuck off asshole" Steve bit back, lip jutting out in a pout.
Eddie twisted around to plant a kiss on his lips. "You're so fucking hot when you're angry"
Steve give Eddie's curls a little yank. "Want to hear it or not?"
"I'm enjoying Fiesty Stevie tonight" Eddie grinned. "But yes...always keen to hear what's going on in that slutty little brain of yours"
"Hey, how do you know what I was going to say was slutty?"
Eddie cocked an eyebrow. "You're telling me I'm wrong?"
"Well, no...." Steve laughed, hiding his face in his hands. "Guess you've got me nailed"
"That I have...."
"Just...urgh...fuck off"
"Soooooooooo....you were thinking?" Eddie flipped around on the bed so that he was looking up expectantly at Steve, chest pressed across his lap.
"Yeah. I was thinking about....ummm...you know before when you talked about your toys. Could you, um, maybe...I'd like to...um...maybe know a bit more about that?" Just spit it out, idiot.
"Stevie, you're blushing and..."
Steve pressed his hands over Eddie's mouth. "Shurrup"
Eddie gripped his wrists hard, and pulled them away. "...and it's really, really fucking hot. You're getting all tongue tied talking about my toys. Have you been thinking about it? How I get myself off? Have you been touching yourself thinking about me?"
Steve's breathing hitched. "Haven't needed to. You've been fucking me so good" Eddie grinned broadly, all teeth. Smug fucking bastard but, fair play. Deserved. "But I'm just, ya know, curious. What you do? What it feels like? I didn't even know that was a thing until I met you..."
"Sweet, innocent little Stevie" Eddie cooed into his ear. "Happily jerking off over and over and over again. Clueless. Pretty. Little. Thing" . He pressed a kiss against Steve's cheek. "Luckily for you, I'm a fucking deviant. So happy to provide you with Sex Toys 101". With that, he disappeared into his room, and came back to Steve's room holding a black holdall. "Take your pick. A veritable treasure trove of fake dicks"
Steve burst out laughing. "You're really something, Munson"
Steve peered nervously in the box. Fuck. Me. Silcone dicks, bullet vibrators, huge fucking dicks with suction cups, weird bumpy sticks like fucking wands, handcuffs, metal, glass....
"Quite the collection". What the actual fuck?
Eddie shrugged. "You try living with a super hot straight guy... who is super fucking casual about nudity by the way... for a year. I needed a fucking outlet".
Steve picked up one of the more obscure looking toys, a large, curved metal bar, turning it over in his hands. "Does that mean that you used these thinking of me?"
"Are you joking, Stevie? I only have these because of you. Because of your stupid little gym shorts and your hairy fucking chest and your tight little ass and your mouth that I swear was just made purely to be fucked..."
Steve was positively glowing. Because of HIM. He drove Eddie wild. So wild he'd bought a bag full of sex toys to scratch that itch...
"Can you maybe show me one of them?"
"I can do better than that, sweetheart". Fuuuuuuuck. Sweetheart. That was a new one and Steve liked it. A lot.
Eddie grabbed his phone. "Turns out I might be something of the exhibitionist"
"Never!" Steve mock gasped.
"Who knew!?" Eddie grinned, flicking his tongue out at Steve.
He tossed Steve his phone.
"So... I sometimes like to film myself"
Steve almost fucking stopped breathing, eyes wide, jaw wide. "Uh huh?" he urged. I'm literally living a fucking dream come true.
"I like to film myself playing around, watch it back. See how I look getting fucked". Oh. Getting fucked. Imagine how he'd look getting fucked by me. Oh shit...
"I think I'd like to see that" Steve managed to whisper. Please, please, please. I want to burn it onto the inside of my eyelids.
"Of course you would, you little fucking pervert" he sneered and hit play. Steve was catapulted to Heaven. No Hell. Fuck. Eddie
Eddie watched Steve as Steve's eyes fixed on the screen. Eddie had his knees bent towards his chest, asshole centre stage, loose, ready, as he slid a dildo in. He took it so fucking well. Steve's mouth watered when he heard Eddie. His moans, breaths, squeals, a mainline to Steve's cock. Minutes passed, Eddie got more frantic, pushing the dildo deeper, faster, lifting his ass up, reaching, desperate for more. Steve could see a glimpse of Eddie's hard length bouncing in time but his attention was on his ass, practically sucking in the dildo with every thrust. Eddie was writing, groaning, growling. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, you're fucking me so good". Steve was fixated on the slick, wet sounds as he fucked himself faster and faster, one hand pushing the toy as far as he could and the other stroking his cock, which was quite frankly obscenely hard. "Fucking Jesus Christ, Steve..."
Oh. Oh!
Eddie didn't flinch. Steve kept his eyes on the screen, palms sweating, hard dick a fucking giveaway.
"Oh Stevie, you've fucked me so good. I'm gonna come". Eddie's telltale roar, cum splattering onto his chest, dildo slipping slowly out of his ass, slick. Panting, low moans. Wow.
"That was seriously fucking hot, Eds. Um, when was that?"
Eddie laughed. "Keen to find out how long I've been geting myself off thinking of you?"
Steve grinned, a playful smirk.
"Three or four months ago maybe? It was that night we'd been at the bar downtown. The rock one? Don't know if you remember. It was driving me wild seeing you flirting. You're a literal fucking magnet, Stevie. Everyone was throwing themselves at you. They always fucking want you. Of course, they do...just fucking look at you" He shrugged a little and Steve felt sad that Eddie had felt this way and he'd had no idea." "Anyways, I was drunk and fucking horny and you didn't come home. So....I fucked myself silly and thought of you". He chuckled.
"I wasn't flirting. Just being nice"
"I can't imagine how many guys and girls end their night frigging themselves over Steve Harrington because he was 'just being nice'".
A swift punch to the arm. "I am! I don't mean to..."
"Stevie. It's a fucking gift. Embrace it. I'm well and truly embracing the fact that your slutty ass now belongs to me".
"In which case, please can you send me that video?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Need to, erm, deepen my research a little further"
"Please don't use the word deepen right now..." A sneer, a quirk of his full lips.
"Are there, um, any more videos?"
"Is the Pope fucking Catholic, Stevie? You want more videos of me fucking myself? What do you fancy? Me working myself open with my fingers? Bouncing up and down on a dildo? Edging myself with a vibe?"
Fuck. What? All of it. Everything.
"Anything you're happy to share"
"And tell me Stevie. If I send you these videos, what then?"
"Well, I'm fucking broken for a start" Steve laughed. "But I think, maybe, I'll like to try some of the toys out"
"I'll make you a deal"
"Anything..."
"I'll send you my videos. All of them. Watch them, decide what you want to try out, then you can have your pick. But....."
Steve flushed, he knew what was coming. "I want to film you. I want to watch you play and film it so I can watch you desperately fucking yourself over and over. I won't use the toys on you, not yet. I want to watch you discover them for yourself"
"I, yeah, I like the sound of that deal"
"I can tell" Eddie pushed his hand against Steve's cock, now fighting its way out of his sweatpants. Steve groaned. Every touch from Eddie drove him insane. More. More. More. The burning pit of desire in his stomach never went out, constantly crackling, until Eddie touched him and a sudden burst of heat would shoot through his body, fingertips, toes, cock.
Steve swung his leg over Eddie, his cock grinding down on his boyfriend's. Eddie indulged him for a moment, a deep, messy kiss, sucking his tongue before pulling back and planting a kiss on his cheek
"I think". Another little kiss. "This is going to be a lot more fun if you're frustrated"
"No no no... " Steve pleaded, circling his hips, driving down against Eddie's growing cock. "That wasn't. I didn't agree to...please"
"You know I love it when you're needy" You love me when I'm needy. Say it. Say it. "I cannot wait to watch you fucking yourself stupid and hear you pleading, begging. 'Please Eddie. More Eddie. Fuck me deeper, Eddie' "
Steve let out a high pitched whine. "I fucking hate you"
"You won't when you learn how to pound your own prostate, Steve". Wide eyes. A gulp. "In fact, I might be doing myself out of a job here"
"That good, huh?"
"Can be.... with patience and practice. And some really fucking hot source material"
"Eds, when I watch, can I touch myself?"
"Absolutely fucking not. As much as much as I love the idea of you jerking off to me jerking off"
Another pitiful whine.
"Best send me all the videos then. Let the torture begin"
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