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I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing, Steve Harrington

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Mutual pining, fluff

Word count: 3494

Tw: As a fellow introvert it pains me to tell you you are now going to prom. Sorry. There’s an f-bomb in here. Light cursing?? Idk have you even watched Stranger Things?

Summary: Steve was convinced he was only able to fall in love once, and that one love was Nancy Wheeler. And when all of that fell apart, he met you. He couldn’t explain how or why, but you were simply it for him. Never before had he been anxious to ask a girl out, so why were you so different? And how come Dustin knows more about flirting than he does?

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“I could stay awake just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you are sleeping. While you're far away and dreaming.”

Steve has only been in love once - Nancy Wheeler. He had told himself this over and over again. He knew what it felt like, he knew what it was like. He knew what the difference was between liking and loving. And the only one he had truly loved was Nancy Wheeler. So, when she started dating Jonathan, his heart crumbled into a million little pieces. For once, he finally understood the girls at his high school who would spend their break wallowing away in bathrooms.

After that, he wouldn’t dare even look at others in a specific way. He was convinced he could only love one person his entire life. He’d never find something real after that. It was a terrifying melodramatic thought in his head that simply refused to leave.

He was at his lowest when he met you.

“I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.”

How you had never caught his eyes, he couldn’t quite believe. For years, you had been in the same English class. Hell, you used to sit directly next to him for a handful of months. He was so blindly and foolishly in love with Nancy, he refused to see anything else for him out there. And where he had once blamed it on loyalty and fidelity, he could now only consider himself as stupid.

You were forced to work on a project together in your senior year, Steve’s final year of torment. He was too late to pair with familiar faces, and was left with the person behind him - you. A lucky coincidence.

It wasn’t anything special at first. You were simply a classmate. But when he failed to show up on agreed study times, or refused to form a normal conversation with you, you showed up at his doorstep. You barely even know him, yet you took the effort to seek him out - initially in pure anger, as this was supposed to be your grade as well, and he was screwing it up, but you afterwards considered this action to have been out of genuine caring. It wouldn’t take an expert to recognize that he had not been true to his prior years persona.

Reluctantly, he had allowed you in, trying to procrastinate as much as he could. You spent the evening properly introducing yourself. You talked about family, work, school, interests, and friends that would later appear to be somewhat mutual (Steve didn’t necessarily consider Jonathan his friend, but he at least knew him on certain terms.) Where you first appeared to be the stuck-up good grades student, he found that you were actually quite interesting to talk with. Even if your interests weren’t always related, he found himself relaxing around you.

“Don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

It took two weeks for him to shift slightly around you. He’d grown more comfortable, and had actually tried to put in some effort in your project. After the study dates, he’d treat you to a drink at a nearby snackbar on his way to your home. During classes - if they were shared -, he started seeking you out more. Sometimes, though rare, he’d sit at your table at lunch, ranting about a teacher or a test he just had.

It took two more weeks before he started changing again. To him, it came out of nothing. You had been at his place, discussing what you would be doing the final three weeks of your project, your voice passionate as you explained your plan, your hands following along with your speech enthusiastically. Then, it all clicked for him. There was no special thing you did that made it happen: no faces too nearby, no flirty laugh, no hesitant hug, no brief kiss on his cheek - it was simply you speaking about something you were excited about. And his heart skipped a beat at it. The feeling you’d get just before you go down a rollercoaster, or when your chair almost falls backwards - but then in a good way.

The last time he felt that was when Nancy winked at him from across the room. And that was last year. He knew the feeling, and it did not take him longer than a second to figure out what it was. He didn’t dare to say it, though. He might say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing and something about that made him so scared. He’d never felt anxious to walk up to someone and simply confess how he felt. It came easy to him.

Not after that one stupid rant you did.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream would never do, I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

He wouldn’t speak of it to anyone. He hadn’t even told himself out loud yet. He told himself that if he’d speak it, it might disappear, or bring him bad luck. He cursed himself afterwards and scolded his mind for suddenly picking up superstition.

He’d try so badly to behave somewhat normal around you, and not as if his heart was beating way too quickly whenever you spoke his name or nudged his shoulder with your pen. In his eyes, he was doing a great job at it. He didn’t stutter once, nor did he forget his words. He didn’t sweat, didn’t act on emotion. He was completely nailing this.

He never noticed his staring. You had.

“Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating. And I'm wondering what you're dreaming. Wondering if it's me you're seeing.”

You had noticed it only a day after Steve’s realisation. Sure, he had shown interest in you, but they never included prolonged eye contact, nor the feeling of being watched over during classes. It was uncomfortable when it first started, but when he failed to do anything about the staring in a negative sense, you figured his mind had just been too preoccupied with other things and let it slide.

But every time you’d walk the halls, you swear Steve kept his eyes on you even after you had greeted him at the lockers. During breaks, he would constantly be throwing you looks, and you had to pretend to look at something else to not be creepy as well. He started walking you to your car, helping you carry school books, and saving you lunch.

You might not have been the smartest, but you weren’t oblivious. He didn’t do this for his other friends - which he had known way longer than he had known you. He wouldn’t even walk his ‘children’ friends outside school. And you might have understood him if he had done so. But he didn’t. Not with anyone except you.

But maybe you were thinking too much of it.

“Then I kiss your eyes And thank God we're together. And I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever. Forever and ever.”

“Steve,” Dustin urged. “Earth to Steve.” The boy in question only grunted in annoyance, reluctantly tearing his eyes from you and your friend group. “Dude, this is almost becoming creepy.” Dustin continued. “Just talk to her. You’re friends, right?” “Yes, Dustin,” Steve groaned. “We’re friends.” An aloud confirmation. To himself and to Dustin. You were just friends, sure.

“Friends don’t really stare at each other the entire time.” Rolling his eyes, Steve shook his head at the boy, giving him a pointed look. “I’m not looking at her the entire time.” “Maybe not, but when you’re not looking, she is.” That made his head spin around too fast, his eyes briefly meeting yours before they cast back to your friends.

“That’s totally normal,” Dustin emphasised. “Me and Mike make love-sick eyes at each other the entire time.” “Will you shut it?” Steve hissed, his face warm as he tried to look at the wall behind you. “I would, but all of this staring is making me sick.” “No one asked you to look.” “It’s impossible not to.”

“I don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“She’s totally into you, you know that right?” Dustin prodded. “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious, man. She’s my babysitter and she talks about you all the time.” He exaggerated, a notion Steve was quick to catch onto, giving the younger boy an accusing look. “Okay, so, maybe I am the one who brings you up, but she is the one who starts laughing and talking all about how funny you are.” He defended, holding his hands up as he shrugged. And with those words, Steve was left speechless for just a short second.

“If you ask her out to prom, I can guarantee you, she’ll say yes.” Dustin hinted. “You’ll have the perfect ambiance - lights, music, clothes, and amazing company.” “Dude, you’re twelve.” Steve deadpanned, yet curiously thinking Dustin’s offer over. “I’m thirteen.” “Big difference.”

“If this is what growing up is like, I don’t want any part of it.” “No,” Steve finally agreed. “Trust me; you don’t.”

“Dude, you’re the king of Hawkins High,” Dustin tried to convince. “If you can’t ask a girl out, what are my chances?” Steve formed his lips in a thin line upon the words, shrugging aimlessly. Dustin’s hands found Steve’s biceps, clutching them tightly, taking him by surprise. “Give me hope, Steve.”

“Geez, man,” Steve muttered confused. “It’s not the end of the world.” “You’re right: it isn’t.” Dustin agreed, a sudden smile on his face. “So, talk to her.” Then, he turned the older boy around, forcing his eyes to suddenly fall on yours. Again, his face heated up at the contact, his eyes back on the wall behind you before yours could fall to the floor in a flustered mess.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

He wanted to back away, let the weird thirteen-year-old he met last year down and swallow his pride to the depth of his stomach, but one of your friends had already noticed him, sparing him a wave before taking off with the rest of the group, leaving only you there. If he couldn’t even ask you when you were alone, what dignity did he have left?

And thus, with courage he did not know he had to muster up, he walked towards you, his heart wildly beating, screaming at him to turn around and hide while he still could. Stupid. That never happened before. It was scary - he hated it. Weak for a talk.

“You didn’t mention a little brother,” You began, trying to start a conversation as your eyes fell on Dustin, who had - not so casually - started paying a lot of attention to his shoes. Chuckling awkwardly, Steve shook his head. “No, he’s not my brother.” “Cousin?” “Weird kid that started following me around last year.” A quiet ‘ah’ of understanding escaped you as you nodded hesitantly. “Must have been quite the conversation you were having.” “You really don't want to know.” You laughed at this.

Stupid. Stupid heart skipping that stupid beat at your stupid smile.

“I don't wanna miss one smile. And I don't wanna miss one kiss. And I just wanna be with you Right here with you, just like this.”

Then, the silence came. You hadn’t shared those yet. You always had a lot to say, and if not, he would. But this was an uncomfortable silence. Granted, he had known you for five weeks, but he did not like this one bit. He felt as if he had gotten to know you better in five weeks than he had his other friends in four years. He didn’t even know if Tommy had a brother or a sister - or maybe it was both. He knew your entire family, though.

Dustin was right. That wasn’t normal for friends. Or at least - not for his versions of friends. He was interested in them, but not as much as he was in you. And that wasn’t just because you were generally pleasing to look at. It was important to him, though.

“Um, pretty,” Steve mumbled, not even realising what he had said. An unconscious notion of himself as he tried to fill the silence. It even startled him, his heart sinking slightly as he tried to cover it up. “Prom.”

Yes, there was no going back now.

“And I just wanna hold you close. I feel your heart so close to mine. And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time.”

“Prom.” You nodded at him as he repeated his words. “Next month.” You reminded him, thinking he didn’t know the date. “Right, yes,” Steve agreed, grateful you hadn’t taken up his slip. “Do you plan on going?” You thought of it for a while. In truth, you had meant to be going with a friend, but she cancelled last week, claiming she’d rather take another friend who would be in town that week. You understood her - you might have done the same. But you weren’t going to show up to prom alone. Besides, staying home wouldn’t be the worst idea. Cinemas would likely be very empty that night. You might spend your evening there.

“I don’t think so.” You finally settled on. “Not?” “I was gonna go with a friend, but she cancelled.” “That’s lame, I’m sorry.” Steve tried to offer in sympathy, but you shook him off. “No, I don’t blame her. One of her long-distance friends will be in town, and she’d rather take her.” “Still,” Steve continued. “That must have sucked.” You lightly shook your head at him, a tiny grin on your face. “Yes, but it’s okay. I don’t hate her for it.”

Another silence. This time due to both of you thinking over your words. Stupid. He never had to do that before.

“Why?” You prodded playfully. “Planning to ask me yourself, Harrington?”

Yet again, his heart skipped a beat. Stupid.

“Don't wanna close my eyes. Don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“Only out of pity.” He covered up quickly, his eyes not deviating from yours once. “I’m the worst pity party.” You joked, to which he faintly found himself sparing a laugh. “I’d be happy to join it.” “Yeah, you would.” You replied sarcastically, nodding your head in humour.

A third beat of silence. Now, the pounding in his heart was begging for some action. One more silence and he might spontaneously combust. “What if I was?” He mustered out, his eyes falling back on the wall behind you. Looking behind you to see what he was looking at, you frowned lightly, forcing your eyes back to his face. “What if you were what?” “Planning to ask you to prom?” A deep falling of his heart. Stupid.

“I’d ask why you didn’t ask future prom queen Heather.” You replied after a handful of seconds, not sure how to respond to him. You’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t copying his exact movements. “Because she’s fake.” He stated easily, causing you to gasp lightly, looking around to check if others were around. “Steve,” You scolded. “I’m serious,” He disclosed honestly. “She always pretends to feel bad for others, but she’s as much of a bully as she is narcissistic.”

You could join him and rant about this girl, but in truth, you barely even knew her. Part of it made you feel guilty. Thankfully, Steve caught on quickly: “Besides, I already rejected her.”

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream would never do. I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

Mouth slacked open, you looked at him in surprise. Again, you didn’t really know the girl, but you knew her enough to be aware of her reputation. Or, more importantly, her looks. “You rejected Heather?” You asked confused, a feather light feeling entering your stomach. “Yeah, well, I’m not really one for dances, but I could make an exception.” Steve defended, trying to play it off cool. His exterior was doing a great job at it. Inside, whatsoever, it was pure rampage. His brain was scavenging for the right words or actions. He truly didn’t want to screw this up, but he had never felt this anxious around a person. If this would not be the moment, he didn’t know if it would ever come again.

Luckily, you did not notice the turmoil, and responded to his words before he could make a fool out of himself. “You’d make an exception for your study buddy?” You tested, still unsure whether he was joking or not. If he was, it was a cruel one. “You need those grades, don’t you?” “No.” He denied quickly, almost instantly. “I’d make an exception for a good friend. And all I need is just a little bit of your time.” “For what?” You asked, raising your eyebrows slightly.

Holding you, you idiot. Keeping you close, not tearing my eyes from you if I can help it. Maybe a little kiss here and there, light touches on your waist, repressing those stupid beats of my heart.

Instead, what came out was: “Dancing, duh.”

“I don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“I don’t have an outfit.” You avoided, slightly taken aback by his cool behaviour. Sure, you had learned his humour, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting him to show just a little emotion and a positive response to your slightly high hopes. Then, he said something that truly took you aback.

“Wear this. You look beautiful in this too.” It was out before he could even stop it. He hadn’t even realised his brain had been forming these words. They just stumbled out. And when you went slack at them, he wanted nothing more than to dig his head into the nearest wall. “I’m-“ He tried to salvage, desperately stumbling over his words.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was exactly what he had been avoiding all this time and now his speech was failing him.

“I’m sorry, that was-“ No words managed to follow up that trail of thought, leaving you there, still wide-eyed. “Fuck.” He silently mumbled to himself, before just running with what he had slipped out. “You look perfect just like this.”

“Thank you.” You nearly whispered, your heart surely in your throat now. This was precisely what you wanted to hear, so why did you not know how to respond to it.

“Yeah, no problem.” Steve sighed helplessly.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream would never do, I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“So, prom? With me?” He swallowed his dignity, saying his words as he had always meant them. No de-tours now. And at that, your courage began to build up again. “As friends?” You tested. “Maybe,” Steve answered. “Or, maybe, as a date.” A sigh of relief swept through you, the action not going unnoticed by Steve. He did not mention it however.

“It’ll be a hell of a first date.” You muttered, your happiness doing its best containing itself. “It doesn’t have to be.” Steve dismissed. Your hopes fell to the floor at that, afraid you had gotten ahead of yourself. Hadn’t he said it aloud? Hadn’t he proposed it had been a date?

“I heard the cinema is playing Gremlins tonight.” He interrupted your train of thought, a slight smile on his face. You copied it nearly immediately, more relief flooding your senses. And then, a sudden burst of confidence: “You know the purpose of the cinema is watching movies, right? Not me.” Hissing and nodding at your hint, his shoulders fell slightly. “Am I that creepy?” “At first, yes,” You admit honestly. “But it’s cute.”

Cute. Stupid.

“What time?” Having remembered the exact time for this perfect scenario, Steve perked up slightly. “Eight.” “Pick me up at seven-thirty,” You proposed. “You know where I live.” Then, you turned around, ready to head to your next classes. You spared him a light wave, before moving towards the halls. His eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

That stupid smile. Those stupid eyes. Your stupid voice. Your stupid humour.

You were going to be the death of him.

“Don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep, And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

#november writings 2023 #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #joe keery

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estrellami-1 · 7 months

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Keep You Company

So this happened because 1) I was babysitting and the little girl wouldn’t sleep until I laid in bed with her and my heart has NEVER been more full and 2) my dad’s an audio engineer with a home studio and my mom will just???? Sit in there with him????? He’s got a couch for when clients come over but 90% of the time if I can’t find either of my parents they’re both in there. I love my mom but I swear she’s tone deaf. Not to mention if any of you have heard someone else work on pitch correction you KNOW how annoying it can get after roughly .3 seconds. But she sits in there completely content because they just???? Want to be near each other????? After close to 30 years of marriage????? Where can I find someone who loves me the way my parents love each other. And the way Steve and Eddie love each other. Please.

Also side note if any of yall read Little Love I’m tempted to make this a future excerpt 👀 different name bc who knows if anything’s gonna come of this. and Joanie’s name comes from Joan Jett anyone who got that gets a gold star ⭐️ also Joanie is either 4 or 6. Idk which. But she’s one of those ages. Which if you know anything about kids you know there’s somehow no difference and yet every difference in the world between those two ages.

“Night, Daddy,” Joanie says, moving into Eddie’s studio to drop a kiss onto his cheek. “Love you.”

Eddie startles away from the computer screen, blinking as he realizes just how late it already is. The clock on his desk blinks 9:08 in red, incriminating flashes.

He smiles at his daughter and throws his arms around her as he stands, hugging her to himself and whirling them around the space, careful around the low coffee table. “Goodnight, my little rockstar!” He crows, peppering kisses to her cheeks and forehead, feeling laughter bubble up inside him in response to Joanie’s giggles.

“Daddy!” She shrieks, but doesn’t try to pull away. He laughs and finally puts her down, pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head as he kneels in front of her.

“Night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Sorry I’ve been stuck in here all day. I wish I could just play with you all day instead.”

He boops her nose and she giggles. “What are you doing?”

Eddie hums and picks her up, moving closer to the computer to save his project. “Well, y’know how Daddy’s in a band?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Well sometimes, Uncle Gareth gets a note wrong.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Uncle Gareth?”

“Only Uncle Gareth,” Eddie agrees in a super-serious way that they both know he doesn’t mean.

“And sometimes Daddy forgets how not to be a perfectionist,” Steve adds from the doorway with a smile.

“Also very true,” Eddie nods, putting his computer to sleep. “But I did a lot of work today, so hopefully I should be done soon. How about for now, I do bedtime clean-up routine, and Papa can read you your book?”

“M’kay,” Joanie says happily, because she’s a heathen and prefers Steve’s storytelling skills over Eddie’s. Eddie wants to bite her cheeks, she’s so cute, so he does, takes a big chomp and makes a dinosaur noise that has Joanie shrieking and laughing.

“Okay, munchkin,” he says, swinging her around onto his back and trotting through the house, purposely jostling her. “Beddy-bye time, which means it’s time for teeth brushing!”

“Can you sing the song?”

Eddie fights back a groan. Somehow, he’d forgotten this was coming. “Sure thing, Joanie. Let’s get some toothpaste on that brush, alright?”

They do, and Joanie looks at him expectantly. “Sing it, Daddy! Sing it!”

“Brush your teeth, up and down. Brush your teeth, ‘round and ‘round. Brush your teeth from left to right, brush your teeth in the morning and night.”

He goes through the entire song, helpless to the smile that grows as Joanie bops happily along to his singing. “Okay, baby bug,” he says finally, standing behind her with a brush. “How d’you want your hair tonight?”

Regardless of the rat’s nest it will be in the morning, Joanie refuses to sleep if her hair is at all in her face. Steve and Eddie started with simple braids until she discovered the magic of YouTube tutorials, which makes the bedtime routine both longer and less mundane.

“Two Elsa braids,” she says, resolutely not learning the proper name and instead using the one Eddie had jokingly said once.

“Two Elsa braids, coming up,” he says, because it’s cute and he’s not going to dissuade her.

“Can we do beads?”

“Beads are a daytime hairstyle, ‘member, munchkin?”

Joanie pouts at him in the mirror. “But they’re pretty!”

“They are pretty, but they won’t stay while you sleep. They’ll fall out, and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re laying on beads, and you’ll wake us up, and then we’ll all be cranky.” Not that that exact thing had happened.

She narrows her eyes at him, trying to find a way around it, then finally huffs and agrees. “Okay.”

“You’ll look pretty even without the beads,” Eddie promises her. “And Elsa doesn’t have beads, remember?”

“Yeah, but Daddy, Elsa’s got magic powers!”

“That she does.”

Joanie pretends to shoot Eddie with her Elsa powers, and Eddie freezes in the middle of the first braid. “I can’t move,” he says, not moving his lips. “You froze me!”

Joanie giggles. “Unfreeze, Daddy!”

He dramatically relaxes and sighs. “Oh, good! Thank you!”

He finishes doing her hair and chases her into her room, where she picks out her pajamas: a pink shirt with ballet-dancing kittens, and a neon-green pair of leggings. “Bold choice,” Eddie comments. “You wanna do it yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”

“I wanna do it,” Joanie says, just like Eddie knew she would.

A few minutes later, she huffs, frustrated. “Daddy, help,” she asks, just like Eddie knew she would.

He helps rescue her from her shirt that had somehow become sentient long enough to wrap around her head, then gets her pants on and tucks her into bed before pressing a long, loud kiss to her forehead. “Nighty-night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Joanie-bugs allowed in my bed!” She declares, and Eddie chuckles. “That’s right.”

He moves toward the door where Steve’s waiting to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Sorry I was so busy.”

“You were working,” Steve murmurs. “It’s fine. I’ll come join you when I’m done, m’kay?”

“I’m gonna be in the studio for at least another hour tonight, babe,” Eddie says apologetically.

“Then I guess I’ll come keep you company.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before shoving him out the door. “Go work, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Sir yes sir,” Eddie salutes, marching back to his studio.

The next time he surfaces, it’s to a tugging at his sleeve. He blinks, glances at the clock—10:37—and turns, ready to apologize to Steve, only to see Joanie.

A quick look reveals no Steve anywhere in the studio, so Eddie thinks he’s probably in bed. “Hey, munchkin,” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “We put you to bed an hour ago, what’s going on? Bad dream?”

Joanie shakes her head before resting it on Eddie’s shoulder. “Papa’s snoring.”

Eddie blinks. Steve does snore, but not loud enough she should be able to hear it from her room. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Did he fall asleep before finishing the story?”

Joanie nods against his shoulder, and he sighs as he cuddles her closer, once again saving his project before completely shutting the computer down for the night. “M’kay, Joanie-bug, let’s go get Papa into his own bed.”

“Daddy?” She asks on the way to her room.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why’s Papa so tired?”

Eddie sighs. “He’s a teacher, sweet pea. He does a lot all day. And he loves his job, but it is very tiring. Then he comes home and cooks, ‘cause he’s better at it than I am. And there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be done around the house.”

Joanie’s quiet for a second. “And me?” She finally asks.

Eddie’s heart stutters painfully. “No, baby,” he murmurs. “Your Papa and I love you, so much, okay?”

“Okay,” Joanie agrees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Daddy.” After a few seconds of thought, she says, “Are there cooking videos on YouTube? Like for hair?”

Eddie blinks. “To learn how to do it? Yeah, I think so.”

Joanie nods. “You should watch those. And cook for Papa.”

Eddie chuckles. “Maybe I will,” he agrees, stopping short in the doorway to smile at the sight in front of him.

The bedside lamp is on and Steve, glasses askew, is halfway on the bed, on top of the covers. The book is open in his lap, hands still holding on to the sides. He is, as Joanie had said, snoring.

Eddie kisses Joanie’s forehead and puts her into bed beside Steve before taking the book from Steve’s lax hands, shutting it and putting it on her bedside table before kissing Steve’s forehead. “Stevie, baby,” he murmurs. “Wake up.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyes flutter beneath his closed lids before he takes an extra-deep breath and his eyes open. “Eds?” He murmurs. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve gotta get up,” Eddie murmurs. “This isn’t your bed.”

He watches as Steve processes his words then looks around. He sees the confusion morph into understanding when he sees Joan. “Oh,” Steve murmurs. “Sorry, Joanie.”

“‘S okay, Papa,” Joanie answers. “You should go to bed.”

Steve chuckles tiredly and kisses her forehead. “I am, right now,” he promises. “Night, Joanie.”

“Night, Papa. Night, Daddy!”

“Night, Joanie-bug,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, half as a hug and half to help his husband stay steady.

“Sorry, Eds,” Steve murmurs. “Meant to join you.”

“It’s alright,” Eddie promises. “How about tomorrow I take Joanie out early for breakfast and let you sleep in?”

Steve frowns. “But you have work.”

“I’ve done the majority of it already,” Eddie answers. “You could take her out tomorrow afternoon if you want. Or just have a movie marathon here. I’ll finish up what I have to do. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? So I’ll finish tomorrow, then Sunday I can make waffles for all of us. How’s that sound?”

Steve hums. “Good, ‘sides the you cooking part of it.”

“Oh, you little shit,” Eddie says delightedly, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Just you wait, you’ll understand the power of YouTube tutorials.”

Steve chuckles, quiet, tired, but no less full of love. “I can’t wait.”

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #kid fic #is this what constitutes a kid fic?#or is that when the characters turn into kids #asking the important questions here #it’s 3:20am #I wrote this in like. two hours #send help #just an excuse to write fluff honestly #starambles

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Hi, I am literally awful at making requests and I really hope you’re currently taking requests but I read your fic about Chubby!Bucky and was wondering if you could reverse it, like a short plus size reader and normal movie like Bucky , but not one where he just accepts her body because looks aren’t important but one where he worships her body, he doesn’t just think curves are okay for a woman he loves curves on a woman, you can make it an established relationship or a not, I prefer it not to be an established relationship but just write whatever flows. A smut story would be what I am asking for, some light dom!bucky sub!reader. If it’s not too much to ask can you throw in a kissing/spit kink, not too much focus on spitting but about slobbery messy kisses. Sorry if this is a rambling mess but I hope you can work with it, thank you, love your writing. 💜

YES I GOTCHU!! Always taking requests. Also I got what you meant don’t put yourself down DAMMIT *angry pointing*!! Sorry for the wait had a writers block moment this week but hope you enjoy :)

Big softie buck luvs his chubby gf

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,830

Tags: V!fingering, rough sex, pnv!sex, sloppy kissing, dirty talk, fluff and smut, Bucky is Babie, plus size!reader

A/N: Idk where the breeding kink hopped in but y’know how it be folks.

Bucky had a skip in his step going down the street. He was done with all of the bullshit paperwork in the Flagsmashers aftermath. Sam was taking over mantle of Steve amazingly, Walker was ousted and shamed, and they even got Sharon back into the states. Although he wasn’t completely sure about her.

Regardless he could breathe and go see his sweetie. Perfect, patient, lovely, and owner of the most wondrous curves. Bucky had to keep his dick in his pants for now. He carried a bouquet of roses and some chocolates, hustling down the row of brownstones. His girlfriend was very talented in her career and managed to buy one for herself.

He fought back his giddy grin when rapping on the red wooden door. It slowly opened to reveal her pretty face, mussed hair, and adorable huge t-shirt. The man had to shove down his intense desire knowing that was his shirt. She yelped in surprise, practically launching on the super-soldier.

Bucky laughed and grabbed her under the ass to keep the crying thing from falling. He chuckled, “Hey, hey, you’ll mess up the chocolates hold on.” She grabbed the package blindly and tossed them on a side table. She nuzzled into his scruff, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

She sniffled, “Don’t need em- I got you.” The super soldier shook his head with a toothy smile, placing the flowers on another surface while leading the pair to the living room. He stroked her back in an attempt to quiet her crying. Bucky did not need to have the usual happy-go-lucky woman crying over the likes of him.

Sitting back onto the plush couch he murmured, “I’m back now, done, you’ll want to kick me out before the end of it.” His flesh hand thumbed away a tear and tipped her chin up. The girl wiped at her eyes and half-giggled and sobbed, “I know, I was so worried during it all. The news aren’t good for my nerves.”

Bucky wanted to sappily get lost in her watery eyes, framed by long clumped lashes. He murmured while stroking along her lush sides, “I can give you first hand doll,” he absently waved, “Tell me about you.” She rolled her eyes and replied, “Work, worrying, watching Alpine, I started a new project.”

As soon as the white cat was mentioned she appeared, purring and snuggling up to the pair. Bucky felt his eyes slightly water as he croaked, “There’s my sweet girl.” The cat let out a little ‘mrow?’ and promptly bit his hand. The couple busted into guffaws, Bucky snarking, “I guess that’s what I deserve.”

He leaned back, pulling his girl onto his chest.

“So tell me about that project, baby.”

He was listening to her talk about work and the project, really, but other things were starting to rear their head. She was so soft against him, lovely curves and pillowy breasts. The woman seemed sleepy recounting the latest news, words slightly stumbling. Bucky figured it was time for a wakeup call. So he grabbed a handful of ass, smirking lecherously.

She squeaked and bolted upright, gaping at Bucky. He snickered, “What?” She narrowed her eyes and groped his half-hard dick in return, the brunette’s eyes rolling with a breathy laugh. Bucky rumbled, “Sorry sweetheart, y’feel so good I lost control.” He squeezed again and nosed along her jaw— drawing out a gasp.

“Imagine how I’ve felt, toys don’t do the trick when I have a sexy super hero saving the world.”

Bucky grew jealous. He didn’t care if they were inanimate— only Bucky gets to watch his sweet girl lose herself in pleasure. He growled, “Oh yeah? What did you try?” She bit on her lower lip, eyes darting to the side, face flushing with embarrassment. Bucky ground his heavy cock against her thin underwear to goad her along.

She mumbled, “The vibrator, mm, then the shower one, y’know with the suction.”

He could’ve taken her right there imagining his girlfriend whining frustratedly on the dildo in the shower— curves slick, soapy, and bouncing with her movements. Bucky nipped her bottom lip sharply, relishing in her whimper. He cooed, “Didn’t do ya’ a lick of good either huh baby? Needed this to treat you right.” He rutted again for good measure, cock throbbing insistently. She shivered on his thighs, eyes growing glossy in desire.

She whimpered, “B-Buck, please.”

He growled, “Open.”

The girl did so obediently, widening lax lips. Bucky tilted her head back and dropped some of his spit onto her tongue. He commanded, “Swallow.” She whined thinly, throat bobbing as she did so. Her plush thighs were practically vibrating on his toned ones.

“Please, fuck, fuck,” she cried, tears pricking.

Bucky grabbed a soft cheek forcefully and claimed her lips. She pressed forward clumsily, heavy tits on his chest and little hands wrenching his jacket. Bucky dominated the kiss, his baby too overcome to do much except weak kisses and drooling. He laughed while sucking on her tongue, plundering the cute thing’s mouth.

It was sloppy. Bucky was in heaven. He liked knowing he could reduce her to tears and careless kisses without even getting in her pants. She mouthed against his lips, practically rutting to get closer. Which on that note, he snuck a hand down her plush tummy to get at her pussy. She cried out again, gasping hotly into the super soldier’s mouth.

Bucky slid two flesh fingers across her weeping slit and groaned, “Fuck- sweetheart you’re so wet.” She warbled, “Missed you, please.” In a fitful movement, Bucky flipped her around on his lap. Full ass thickly against his cock and now all of her soft parts for him to grab freely. She seemed too dazed to register, whimpering at the manhandling.

Nibbling on her neck Bucky hummed, “Can you take my shirt off for me baby? Hm?”

She flushed and nodded shyly. He hated when she got shy, thinking her extra padding wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d laid eyes on. Bucky was a man, he wanted something to grab on when he fucked a girl stupid. She shucked off the shirt, almost curling in on herself.

“No- no- you better stop it. Still like ya’ curves doll,” he tutted.

An annoyed whine was his response.

So Bucky ripped off her underwear with his vibranium arm, donning a shit eating grin. The woman yelping and jolting on his cock. Bucky snickered, “That’s what ya’ get, now I get to see it all.” Her face flushed even prettier, swollen lips lax and wet. He grabbed handfuls of her soft tits and groaned deeply, massaging and tweaking the tender flesh.

Her head fell back again the brunette’s shoulder, brokenly whimpering his name. Bucky murmured, “So sweet, missed my baby.” He thumbed at a peaked nipple and circled around it, sending her ass rocking back against his throbbing cock. Regretfully leaving her breast, he slid his other hand to grope at plush hips and belly before drawing fingers against her slick cunt.

She urged breathlessly, “Oh, c’mon touch me bear, oh!”

He sucked a dark mark behind her ear while delving two vibranium fingers into her slick channel— hot, pulsing, and oh-so-soaked. He grunted in arousal, thrusting and curling his fingers. Bucky growled, “Be a good girl and ride my hand.” She nodded vigorously, mewling and canting her hips against the heel of his palm.

Bucky gritted his teeth to hold back from her ass rubbing perfectly along his strained dick. He had to compartmentalize. Objective one, make his Angel cum. Then he can have a go. She squealed on a perfectly timed curl of fingers on the g-spot and his smooth palm against her clit.

The man used his other hand to grab and pull at her bouncing breasts, mouth leaving a mess of marks all over her neck. She began to tremble, hands twitching to find purchase. His sweetie wailed, “Buck, oh goddd, m’so close baby!” The former assassin paused his bite to growl, “Let go, I know it feels s’good. Then I’ll fuck ya’ raw.”

That did the trick. She loved fucking raw. Bucky had an inkling his girl had been wanting him to knock her up. He wouldn’t mind, more tits, more curves, and a Junior. But Bucky was selfish and wanted her to himself for now— no sharing. Her gushing all over his hand brought Bucky out of his fantasies.

She sucked in deep breaths, exhaling with moans, body wracked with pleasure. Bucky cooed and eased her down, drawing his hand out of her. He could bust right now at the slick coating his pants. She turned and begged for a kiss silently, eyelashes fluttering.

They kissed again, softer this time, softly intertwining their tongues. She whispered into Bucky’s mouth, “Your turn, old man.” Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes dramatically, nipping her upper lip teasingly. She reached behind blindly to help him unbutton, lips sealing together with wet smacks.

Bucky moaned when his achy cock hit the air, her slick center so close to where he needed it buried. She mewled, “Take me, use me baby, get it out.” Later, the man would deny the absolutely pathetic noise he made. Bucky aligned the ruddy tip of his cock to her and gritted his jaw at being sheathed. Her back arched at the intrusion, mouthing at Bucky’s scruff.

He gripped onto her wide hips and lifted her up and down on his cock. Basically a cocksleeve at this point with the way Bucky was slamming his angry cock in. She cried and babbled at the rough treatment, incoherent slurs. Bucky choppily grunted and moaned, veins pulsing with sheer need. She felt so fucking good.

Bucky hissed, “That’s my- hah- best girl, bein’a good little fucktoy.”

She nodded deliriously, drool running down a corner or her gaping mouth, tits bouncing wildly as she held onto Bucky’s hands for dear life. The brunette was going to blow quick at this rate— his girl was sucking him in too good. She seized up and squeezed his dick like a vice.

She had cum again, only a shrill yelp and Bucky’s cock being throughly milked as the indicator. His baby fell limp against him, nuzzling into his sweaty cheek. His balls were full up and pulsing, ready to release. Another one, two, three pumps Bucky came with a loud cry of her name.

He slumped into the couch, still seating inside of his girlfriend while riding out the aftershocks. He could vaguely hear her whimpering about being full under the blood rushing in Bucky’s ears. He wrapped his arms around her soft midsection, suddenly very tired. She hissed, “Not there.”

Yawning, Bucky snorted, “No way in hell baby. Can’t a man hug the woman he loves who just made him see stars?”

She narrowed her eyes for a pause then pecked his lips. The woman murmured, “Fine. Since you’re the man I love who made me see stars two times.”

“Well I could count two since you’re in my lap.”

“Hush.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #plus size!reader #fluff and smut

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Idk why this popped into my brain but it occurred to me that Eddie was probably on those celebrity editions of game shows. Celebrity Jeopardy, Celebrity Who Wants to be a Millionaire, etc…

And it just made me laugh so hard. The idea of Eddie Munson with Regis. Of calling Steve as a phone a friend for a basketball question and Steve being like Eddie I don’t know everything about basketball. But the answer is Larry Bird.

Just TikTok finding clips of Eddie yelling “suck it, Dan Cortese!” after obliterating them all at final jeopardy.

This fills me with so much joy! I love it so much.

Eddie does not go on Celebrity Who Wants to be a Millionaire by choice. He pissed off the band’s manager just enough that they signed him up for it without his knowledge, and he’s not doing it. He got the letter in the mail and it’s not happening.

Eddie ‘Six Years of High School’ Munson is not going on national television and making himself look like an idiot when he doesn’t even get to be in on the joke. No way.

“Dick move, man,” Gareth shrugs after Eddie put his foot down. “Even if you fuck the first question, they’re still gonna donate to your charity of choice. And like, maybe this is just the amount of money needed to cure cancer. Or epilepsy.”

“…You fucking suck, Gareth.”

“Yeah, I do!”

Eddie begrudgingly shows up and goes through the whole rigmarole to get mic’ed up, just ready to make a fool out of himself and call it a day. It turns out that he knows a lot more than he thought he did because he breezes through the first round of questions.

He knows enough about history, music, and the arts just from planning his D&D campaigns and reading about things he likes. He’s surprised by how much surface knowledge he’s gained from listening to the kids logic their way through their science and math homework, but sports are a bust.

He gets lucky on a few questions, but ends up using his Phone a Friend to call his partner, Steve. Steve and Eddie spend the first fifteen seconds arguing about how Eddie shouldn’t have wasted his phone a friend on Steve because he doesn’t know anything. And then once he hears the question, he’s like, “Larry Bird” and hangs up.

Eddie doesn’t win a millionaire dollars for his charity, but he wins quite a bit.

Afterwards when he’s still so hyped up about not being dumb, Steve’s just like ???? “Ed, you were never dumb. You just had trouble taking tests and none of your teachers accommodated your very obvious ADHD. You’ve always been brilliant.”

“Now everybody knows it.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Yeah, they do.”

Eddie signs up for Celebrity Jeopardy himself.

One of the first things that Steve and Wayne bonded over was a love for Jeopardy. Wayne has watched Jeopardy before he left for work for as long as Eddie has known him, and Steve was more than happy to sit with him when it was on. They both continued to watched even after Steve and Eddie moved to Chicago and sometimes they’d call each other if Final Jeopardy was “crazy.”

The band wasn’t touring as much as they used too and they’re all pretty much working on their own projects at this point. Steve’s finishing up his master’s degree while teaching full time and doesn’t really have a lot of time for him. Eddie is in between projects and creatively tapped out, and worst of all, he’s bored.

So when his manager passively mentions Celebrity Jeopardy, Eddie tells him to sign him up for it. When they accept his application, the only people he tells about it are Dustin and Nancy.

He only tells them because he wants their help studying for it because he wants to win this time. So, they study and it sucks. If Eddie ever sees another world famous Nancy Wheeler flashcard again, he’ll tear off his arm. He hates every second of their study sessions.

Eddie makes it through the quarterfinals and then he makes it to the semi-finals (knocking out Dan Cortese). He doesn’t win the tournament because he bets big on a Daily Double and gets it wrong, but he’s fairly close to the lead after Final Jeopardy.

It’s not bad for a guy that failed his senior year three times.

The fun part comes when it airs. He painstakingly sets up their camcorder so Steve won’t notice it before the show starts. The video he gets has a good five minutes of Steve fussing with a blanket up until they say ‘Eddie Munson.’

Steve looks up and then looks at Eddie, and then back at the tv, “Wha- what? Is that – that’s you! You’re on Jeopardy! Eddie, you’re on – oh my god, we’ve got to call Wayne.”

Before Steve can even do that, their phone is ringing and Steve answers it like, “HE DIDN’T TELL ME EITHER!” while Eddie is laughing his ass off.

When Eddie posts a TikTok about it like, ‘LOL remember when I was on Jeopardy?’ it includes this moment. It also includes footage from the semi-finales where Steve is just pacing the living room and repeatedly telling Eddie to just tell him if he won or not. Steve cheers like he’s at a football game when Eddie wins.

It’s just as tense when the video cuts to Steve watching the finale. Steve knows the answer to the daily double that Eddie gets wrong and is like, ‘This is why they should do Jeopardy Couples, we’d win so hard.’ Steve’s not even disappointed that Eddie lost, keeping the same enthusiasm through the show and then is like, “I’m married to a Jeopardy contestant. I’m so telling Janet about this at the staff meeting tomorrow.”

#Eddie is this universe’s version of ‘What ARE frogs *x-files music*#He’d constantly baffle Alex Trebek with stories that are just weird enough not to shatter his NDA into pieces on national television #also all his final jeopardy answers are What Is (Right Answer) Love U baby!#eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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cosmicswan · 5 months

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𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐫

listen to this while reading | back to masterlist

code name: Noir

government name: Aisha Leblanc

personality type: INTJ

nationality: USA

origin: unknown

IQ: 187

shifting to: the first avengers movie

me core

occupation before shield recruitment: professional contemporary dancer, CEO

background info & family:

i was in an orphanage when nick fury was alerted of a super powered kid (me) so he adopted me & trained me in combat & also trained me how to use my powers. my real family is unknown (though my powers look similar to the eternals) but i might script that im not an eternal and see where that goes (my mom was a being that can control reality)

ik,,, almost every super powered dr is me with powers concerning the multiverse and THATS BCS I WANNA BE OP (stfu) and i am literally traveling the multiverse to get there so it isn’t that much of a strech

identity

here’s the fun part, no one knows that i am nick fury’s daughter (i scripted that he didn’t change my last name to his for safety purposes) and my name in the orphanage was my cr last name. but he did change my last name after the adoption to leblanc (for further safety precautions.) so far no one knows about my real identity & powers before joining the avengers

fury is actually a good dad and he let me do the things i want to do growing up (gymnastics, contemporary dance, & modelling) before i decide to join shield and became a spy

avengers

since i don’t want no trauma, i scripted out major worldly (and outerworldly threats) so no doomsday n shit. so this dr is more like a spy dr than anything. i also scripted out any apocalyptic events. zombies icks me out

but nick still make the avengers a team. to wipe out earth’s and other realms major evil organizations, evil politicians yk all that jazz.

and most of the avengers live in the tower. (i want to live that avengers found family domestic trope stfu)

the avengers consist of: bruce, nat, wanda, pietro (scripted out his death), thor, occasionally loki, tony, me, clint, vision, peter (he doesn’t live in the tower), yelena after we demolish the red room, steve, bucky after we save him (scripted him to not kill tony’s dad) i want the full domestic life experience with no beef alright.

i also scripted that matt murdock is the avengers official lawyer. i also scripted a shit ton of safety precautions to not get my ass traumatized so imma just skip that part

and i forgot to mention that my CEO, model, performer persona is totally different than my hero persona (batman bruce moment yurrr) and i shapeshift so my hero and citizen face is literally different.

my powers

my powers are a mix of phoenix force & chaos magic but all in all i am essentially the goddess of the multiverse. higher above kang the conqueror & basically omnipotent (don’t start on the you can’t be op bs)

my abilities include; multiverse travel, reality destruction & creation, time travel, healing, shapeshifting, power fields, impenetrable shields & weapons creation, mind control, elemental powers, reality wrapping, illusions, astral projection etc. (i develop these powers gradually)

human background

i aged down tony stark to be the same age as me! (26 at 2012)

i attended MIT and rivaled tony in all his computer science & engineering classes. i graduated with a double masters degree in computer science & performing arts

i scripted that before i joined shield i was the founder of my AI & vehicle company making me the youngest self made billionaire (unlike tony’s generational wealth) and i pursued contemporary dancing as a hobby but later become a professional performer. and i sometimes model for brands too after resigning as the ceo and handing it over to one of my cr friends that i scripted (im not all in for the hustle life i want to be bougee and not work)

significant others

i might end up with tony with an academic rivals arc but im also interested in natasha 🤭 so idk yet im going with the flow again in the romance field

about me

my personality is pretty much the same as other drs, im probably a philanthropist and a hardcore activist there too, i featured a lot in the covers of the times magazine or ford 30 under 30 (my literal dream) then alot of fashion brands notice my interest in fashion and offered from modeling positions to ambassador positions, im probably going to model for ysl, graff, vivienne westwood etc. im also thinking of making a collaboration with cartier to make timeless classic style smart watches (i hate the style of apple watches)

likes, hobbies & random facts in my dr

what i like in this dr is pretty much the same in my cr with only little differences

i like adrenaline seeking activities, flying planes, f1 racing, probably a street racer at one point, i invented nano tech for tony’s suit, invented nano tech to cure cancer (probably almost got assasinated in the process) i also invented electric cars with solar power (fuck elon) overall my company creates technology like devices, AI, AI websites, solar powered cars, & motorcycles.

i have a charity school of performing arts with students all over the world to learn dance, professional instruments, etc.

i like mansions, luxury staycations, hot milk tea, convenient technology, fashion, dance, parties, chess, and being theatrical & dramatic. once i dreamed about this dr i was on a mission crushing this one dude in a fight while listening to an der schönen blauen donau - walzer, op. 314. it was comical

that’s all for now! pls ask me any questions in my inbox or comments if u have any <33

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community #reality shift #shifting realities #shiftinconsciousness #shifttok #desired reality #mcu dr #mcu #avengers dr

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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We're A Family Part 10 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I had many feels with this one. From this point forward I may start aging everyone up a bit just because I have some ideas with Steddie being girl dads and then Dylan needing them for advice all growing boys need. Im also drooling to get to teacher Steve... We also may throw another kid in there. Idk. Definitely not 6 @sidthedollface2 !!!

Warnings: ANGST and SMUT with a dash of fluff. Reader interacts with her mother which is always fun (I may also be dealing with things personal in this regard that flowed into my writing...), Reader and boys fight! I know! Its a small one though. She mentions feelings from her previous marriage and feeling like she isn't enough. Um...I think that it.

Word count: 4085

“Dada…da…da…”

“I know, sweetheart. I miss them to.”

You and Aurora were sitting on the floor of your bedroom while Dylan laid a few feet away patting the floor.

“Come on, Ro. You can do it.” She giggled at her brother as she tried to take a step forward before falling back on her butt.

This was the fourth day in a row that the guys hadn’t been home in time for dinner. Eddie had been working late at the shop while Steve had stayed behind at school to work on a project he had due. You missed them terribly but you would never bring it up. They were both working so hard to take care of you and the kids but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t a few times you had some flashbacks to your previous marriage.

You reminded yourself constantly that this was different. Charlie had always been out on the town with his friends or fucking other women behind your back. Eddie and Steve were both at work. You weren’t allowed to be angry…right? It’s ok though. The guys said tomorrow everything would go back to normal…right?

The sound of your phone ringing startled you back to reality.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Is my son there?”

“Lynette? No, he isn’t and if he was I wouldn’t let you talk to him.”

She aggressively sighs. “Just like Wayne. So fucking self-righteous. I need to know if he’s going to the hearing.”

“Oh, well, I can answer that. No. Now leave him alone.”

Dylan laughed as you hung up the phone. “You’re so spicy, mom.”

“Yeah, it comes with old age.” He laughs harder as you laugh with him. “You want to watch a movie, weirdo?”

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

Steve sighed as he quietly opened the front door to a relatively dark house. Like you had been doing all week, the kitchen light remained on illuminating the entryway enough for him so he could see.

“Hey, Munson.”

“Harrington. You’re just walking in to I see?”

He nodded as he reached for the fridge door, softly smiling at the food you left behind for them.

“We don’t deserve her.” As he turns back around, he notices Eddie reading the note you left behind. Even though you could text them, you always left a note on the counter giving them a play by play of the evening. The metalhead hands it to Steve as he retrieves a beer and leans against the counter.

“Eddie and Steve,

Dylan insisted on Chinese food so I ordered you both something and left it in the fridge. He had a good day and even told me about a new girl in his class :P. I think he likes her.

Ro still hasn’t got walking down. Our son keeps calling to her like she’s a dog and all she does is laugh lol She has definitely mastered crawling for sure. I saved the lives of one of your guitars, Ed!

She asks for you guys a lot. At night while we’re watching tv, she’ll point or look around and call out for ‘dada’. She misses you two…we all do…

Eddie, baby, your mom called my phone tonight looking for you asking about the hearing. I told her you didn’t want to go. I wanted to give you a heads up just in case she tries calling you to.

I love you both so much,

Y/N <3 “

“Steve, one of us should at least be here.”

“I know… I don’t know what to fucking do, Eddie. This is a big project for the semester and then I have to still go to work and make money. What about you?”

“I’m working to, man. I have more responsibility now and not just here. I…”, he exhales as he heads for the stairs. “I’m too fucking tired.”

Their hearts break when they enter the bedroom, finding all three of you asleep on the bed. Steve carefully picks up Aurora from your chest as Eddie pries Dylan from your hip, carrying them to their respective areas.

Without even changing, they threw themselves into bed next to you, pulling you into their embrace as they fell asleep.

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

When you woke up, they were both already gone for work. The only reason you knew they even came home was because you could still smell their scent lingering in the sheets.

For the rest of the Saturday, you busied yourself around the house to make the time go by faster. Eddie and Steve were supposed to come home by 6 but the anger didn’t start to rise until 7 when neither of them had come back yet. Stomping to your phone you noticed a few texts you had missed. Steve said that the group he was working with in his class had some free time so he was going to run to one of their houses to finish up their project and Eddie said he had to work late again but promised he’d be home by 8 at the latest.

You fumed as you paced in the kitchen. They promised today everything would go back to normal. They told you things were going to go back to how they were so they could at least see the kids before they went to bed. Without thinking it through you grabbed your phone and texted them a response.

“Fuck you both.”

Thirty minutes later, both boys angrily barreled into the house, shocked to find not you but Kierra in the living room.

“I don’t know what you two did but my sister is pissed.”

“Where is she?”

“She said she needed to let off some steam.”

“Kierra, come on, we know you know where she is.”

Your sister glared in their direction, rising to her feet with Aurora on her hip.

“Dada. Dada.”, she clapped reaching for Steve.

“I’m taking them to my house to spend the night. Talk to her, gentlemen. Y/N can handle a lot but she won’t put up with another Charlie.” It was their turn to glare, hating being compared to your douchebag ex. “She’s at The Hideout. Bring your shield and swords. My sister isn’t exactly a happy drunk.”

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I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not—”

You chugged back the liquid in your glass as you lit another one of Eddie’s cigarettes. You imagined you looked pretty pathetic in a dark bar, smoking a cigarette in a shirt and jacket that were two sizes too big but you needed them close to you. Eddie’s jacket and one of Steve’s button up shirts were blanketed in their smells that had you hugging yourself as you tried to push back the tears that tried to run down your face.

“Man trouble?” Your eyes shoot up to meet your moms as she sits diagonal from you at the bar, ordering a drink of her own as she lights up the cigarette in her mouth. “I swear me being here is a coincidence. It seems Mrs. Harrington and I don’t have a lot to talk about these days. Plus, she spends less time at that country club now that she’s at your house more.”

“Can I just drink alone, please?”, you whine.

Your mother nods as she takes a sip of the martini that was handed to her. “How’s, um, how’s Dylan?”

“You would know if you bothered to come by or even call.” She looks down as you snap at her, immediately feeling guilty. “He’s doing ok. He plays baseball now and is dead set on teaching Aurora how to walk.”

“Is that the baby’s name?”

“My daughter, your granddaughter? Yes, it is.”

Your mother sighs as she turns to fully face you. “I don’t have a problem with her. I hope you know that. Janet showed me some pictures of her. She’s really beautiful.”

“No, you just have a problem with her mother being together with her fathers.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Y/N! She has ONE father. ONE parent. How are you going to explain that to her when she gets older. Hell, how are you going to explain it to her now?! I imagine for a toddler that will be extremely confusing. And have you even considered what school will be like for her?! You’re so selfish, Y/N.”

You chugged down the rest of the liquor in your glass as you began to subtly cry. You already felt selfish for being angry with the boys…this is the last thing you needed.

“Y/N, let me call Eddie to pick you up!”

“I’m not driving, Nick!”, you shouted as you exited the bar.

As you began your trek into the parking lot, your mother’s voice floated from behind you.

“Y/N, come on. Let me drive you home.”

“Don’t!”, you snap as you turn on her. “Don’t pretend like you fucking care about me now. Don’t patronize me and pretend like you give a fuck about me or my kids! You told Charlie all about my life and things he didn’t need to fucking know which kick started a brand-new custody filing which fucking back fired because even a court so far seems to think my home is better than his! He felt so cornered he took him from school without telling me and got arrested. Did you know that?”

“Did you know that no one makes fun of Dylan at school and most of his friends think it’s ‘cool’ he has three parents? Of course, my son doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is the fact that he finally has men in his life who are there and actually make him feel wanted!”

This was a long time coming. Everything you been holding in was finally spilling out of you and you couldn’t reel it back in. A hand suddenly touched your arm but you didn’t bother turning around. At that moment, it didn’t matter.

“Y/N, baby, come on.”, Steve murmured before you yanked out of his grasp.

“Aurora may only be one but believe it or not she understands that these two are her father. Biologically, yes, one helped make her but it takes more than that to be a parent but you wouldn’t understand anything about that, would you? I haven’t seen you in almost 2 years and why?! Because I found two good people I love and love me back? Jesus, you’re right. I am fucking selfish! I’m not perfect!”

As you spoke, Eddie and Steve tried to pull you towards the car but you kept fighting to get out of their grasp.

“Why am I not enough for you?”

Eddie finally stepped in front of you, blocking your mom from your view as he grabbed your biceps forcing you to look at him.

“Stop! Stop... Get in the car, sweetheart.”

Steve opened the back door, guiding you in before facing your mom. “You know, for someone who cares about how people perceive her, you give off a really shitty image. Maybe it’s time to consider if you’re trying to impress the right people.”

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You barge into the house and head straight for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.

“Fucking child proof...garbage…ugh!”, you whine as you aggressively pull on the child lock attached to the door.

“You don’t need anymore alcohol, Y/N.” Both men were leaning against opposite counters watching you.

“I’m sorry, Steven, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m an adult—”

“Whose acting like a child.”, Eddie cut you off.

“Said the man who acts like a kid 24/7.” You glare at them as you exhale. “Fuck this. I’m going to bed.” As you tried to head towards the stairs, they both cut you off. “Move.”

“Or what?”, Steve challenged.

It had been awhile since you saw this version them; the angry version that didn’t mind playing into your attitude with a fury of their own.

Turning on your heels, you planned to go around the counter through the living room but Eddie cut you off.

“What was that text about? ‘Fuck you both.’”

“You BOTH promised me you would be home today?!”

“Sorry, honey. Shit came up. It’s not like we’re out on the town or having any fucking fun! Eddie and I are working our asses off!”

“So do I! I work an 8hr shift AND come home to take care of TWO kids alone!”

“We talked about this, Y/N. You knew when Steve started school and I took that promotion our schedules would be tight. You said you were fine with it.”

“Well maybe I’m not! And tight is completely different that not seeing you at all.”

“What do we do then, huh? You want me to quit my job so we can scrape by for the next year and a half? Maybe, Ed can go back to his old position that he hated. At least everyone would be fucking happy!”

You marched outside, slamming the backdoor as you lit a fresh cigarette.

“Hey! Don’t walk away! We aren’t done.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”, you screamed. Your hands beginning to shake as the tears started to flow again. “I don’t know, Eddie. I-I know I’m not allowed to be angry and I know that you guys aren’t doing anything wrong or anything like that. But I hear Dylan talk and see Aurora search for you…then I go to bed alone and I just…I feel like I did when I was married to Charlie.”

“That’s…”, Steve aggressively sighs as he tries to control his temper. “That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“I know but, fuck. Maybe I am selfish.”

“If there’s one thing you’re not, sweetheart, it’s selfish. Don’t bring your mom’s ignorance into this because what she thinks about you and us doesn’t matter. What I do want to focus on is you’re the second person today to compare us to your ex and I don’t fucking like it.”

“Me either.”, Steve chimed in.

“Y/N, we know you went through a lot with him and still are but we aren’t him. How would you feel if we said something you did reminded us of Emily.” You cringed at the thought. “Exactly. We would never fucking hurt you the way Charlie did and we would never fucking give up on you either.” You made a funny face in his direction so Eddie continued.

“Baby, he stopped fighting for you the moment he cheated on you. Fucking asshole was so petty he wouldn’t even let the mother of his child and son stay in their home.”

“If he hadn’t done that though, I never would have met you two.” You flashed them a slanted smile as you wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I sent that text earlier. You know me, I saw red and… I was just so excited you guys were going to be home.”

Your gaze shifted between theirs as something quickly passed through their eyes, something you hadn’t seen directed towards you since living across from them...

“I’m going to go get ready for bed.” You grin again, tossing the cigarette into the ashtray before swishing past them into the house.

A hand abruptly grabs your shoulder, spinning you around as lips crash to yours. The many rings on his fingers tells you its Eddie as he pushes you against the living room wall. There’s a neediness to both your energies as he hastily unbuttons your pants and slides his hand under the waistband of your panties, making you moan as he roughly inserts two of his fingers into your cunt.

You cling to his neck as he sucks on yours, thrusting into you at an aggressive pace.

“E-Eddie… slow…oh my god…slow down.”

Without a word, he does as you ask, choosing to curl his fingers deep inside of you. Your legs began to shake as you reached down to grip his wrist. You tried to pull at his hair to look at his face but his lips remained attached to your neck. Instead, you searched for Steve, finding him leaning beside you both, his eyes overshadowed with that determination you saw before.

Tonight, it was just you three and it had been so long since you had been together not just sexually but intimately. You were hurting and so were they. They missed you as much as you missed them and tonight they were going to show you how much. Tonight, the house belonged to you guys and they were going to make you scream their names so all of Hawkins understood you were theirs, no matter what.

You moan his name repeatedly as you cum, yanking Steve’s shirt to bring his lips to yours. As soon as Eddie removed his hand, the other man lifted you into his arms, bringing you into the kitchen and placing you on the island in the middle. The metalhead came around to grip your waist as Steve aggressively tugged off your jeans and panties.

After pulling you closer to the edge, he threw off his shirt before kneeling, opening your legs wider, and wrapping his mouth around your clit. His motions were just as fast as Eddie, not allowing you much time to catch your breath. Lips and teeth warmed your breast as Eddie switched between the two.

“I…guys…please…fuck…” You were struggling to form words as they both overwhelmed your senses. The sharp, cold temperature of the granite hit your back as you laid flat against it, thrusting your hips against the man’s face till you felt the coil snap and you came again. Eddie lifted you, placing you on your feet, and turning you so your back was to his chest.

He fumbled with his belt as he walked you towards the stairs, kicking them and his boxers to the side as you fall forward onto the steps. The man licks his hand, pumping himself a few times before pushing into you as you moan. His fingers clung to your hips as he thrust into you, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin filling the area.

Footsteps echoed beside you as Steve pushed off his own attire tossing it to the ground. After sliding himself in front of you, your hands grip his thighs for support as you encase his cock with your lips.

He grunts at the feeling as you moan and bob your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail so he can watch you take him. Eddie falls forward, grinding into your pussy hard as his hands roam your now sweaty body.

You lift your head, continuing to jerk him as fast as you can, shouting Eddie’s name as you hurtle quickly over that ledge again. He groans as you flutter around him, pulling out before taking you in his arms as he heads for the bedroom.

Throwing you onto your back on the mattress, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and breaches your entrance again as he chases his high. Steve climbs up beside you, licking his fingers and reaching between you to rub your swollen clit.

“Please…I can’t…again…too much…” They both silently continue what they were doing, lost in you and the moment. Eddie grunts as he cums, thrusting his hips till he empties inside of you.

Steve takes over as the other boy pulls out and backs away, sliding himself into you before pushing your legs together and turning you on your side. This position had him deeper inside of you then you had ever felt as you gripped the sheets for support, needing to hold on to something as he smacked his hips against yours.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand reaching for yours, quickly reaching over to take it as he gripped you tightly. The sound of your whimpers and moans escalated until you couldn’t hold back anymore, crying and shouting Steve’s name into the darkness. His body folded over your own slightly as his rhythm sputtered and he came, rope after rope filling you up.

The room feel quiet except for your sniffles into the blankets. Someone gently lifted you into their arms and carried you to the bathroom before placing you on your feet by the tub. Looking up, you met Eddie’s soft brown eyes as he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. A loud grunt left him as you practically tackled him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cried into his chest. Steve came up behind you, hugging you as he rested his cheek on your head.

They waited for the bathtub to fill before releasing you, holding your hand as you stepped inside and immediately tugged your knees under your chin as they joined you. After Steve delicately pulled up your hair, he tenderly ran his palms along your shoulders and down your arms as Eddie cleaned your body.

“I don’t like this…the silence…” The only reason you knew they heard you was because their movements paused for a moment before they continued. “Please say something.”

“You’re more than enough.” Your eyes met Eddie’s in total confusion. “You asked your mom why you weren’t enough and I know part of the reason you feel the way you’ve been feeling is because Charlie made you believe that to. You’re MORE than enough. You are everything.”

“You’re not selfish for feeling the way you’ve been feeling, Y/N.”, Steve continued after. “We miss you to and the kids. When you said Dylan has been trying to show Ro how to walk more, I panicked like what if we weren’t here when she finally did?”

You sighed as you leaned against his chest.

“We finished our project so I’m done there and, of course, the semester ends next week so I’ll be home more. Maybe next semester, I can cut back on some of my hours at work. Things might be a bit tight but…”

“Maybe not.”

“What do you mean, Ed?”

“The owner of the shop, Scott? He’s retiring after the new year. Part of the reason I’ve been staying late is because… he’s been talking about giving the garage to me.”

“Eddie, oh my god. That’s amazing!” You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up including my own if he decided against it. But, baby, this would mean I could be home more and we would have more money. Steve could even solely focus on school but knowing him he would insist on continuing to work.”

“You’re not wrong.”, Steve chuckles.

“But what about music? Corroded Coffin?”

“I can practice more with them to. Sweetheart, I’m not going to become a rockstar in the next year.”, he laughs.

“You’re already a rockstar to me.”, you smile as you kiss his lips.

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“Oh hey, look. The entire Munson-Harrington clan came to get you guys AND they seem happy.”, Kierra grins as she opens her door wider to allow you three into her home. “Did you fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“Eh something like that.”, Eddie laughs.

“Your mother was at the bar to last night. I’m not sure if she told you that.”

Your sister sighed at Steve’s comment. “I swear to God, that woman can be so…ugh! What did she say, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer, she turned to face you, noticing your eyes focusing on the kids.

Dylan was holding Aurora’s hand allow her to balance before letting her go. She took one wobbly step forward before falling on her butt and smiling up at him. You sunk to your knees placing yourself a small distance away from her. Your son lifted her up again, holding her hand as he guided her towards you before letting her go. She stood still just for a moment as she looked your way.

“Come here, baby. I missed you. Give mama a hug?”

You reached out your arms as she giggled before slowly taking two steps forward. She almost fell catching herself on her hands before pushing back to a standing position.

“Ma…mama!”

She took two more determined steps by herself before falling into your lap.

“Oh, Wayne’s going to hate that.”, Eddie grinned.

“God job, Ro.” Steve kissed her forehead as she keened into your neck.

“Get ready, boys. Here comes the fun part. Running after a toddler around a two story house with sticky fingers.”, Kierra laughed as she wrapped her arms around you leaning her head on the Aurora’s back.

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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 1K!!!!! AHHHH YOU DESERVE IT

What about a reader who's basically a female version of steve (used to be popular, is trying to be better, still a bit judgy...) and dustin is trying to set them up and neither of them like the idea until they have the opportunity to really know eachother and then are like "umm maybe i do like you"

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idk this doesn't feel like my best work - i want to try again.

warnings: manipulation from ex mentioned,

eddie should've known that dustin had a plan. he's been trying to get you and eddie to hangout for weeks but eddie is stubborn as fuck.

but he believed you really did need a hand, so he trotted down the hallway to the closet in dustin's house, only to see you trying to climb the shelves to reach the box dustin had sent you to get. he contemplated not helping you, until it looked like you were going to slip. and the last thing he needed was you somehow blaming it on him.

"here," he says lowly, gruff, unfriendly. how he always talks to you.

you say nothing, but you climb down anyway. once he steps beside you in the small walk-in, the door slams shut, and eddie isn't fast enough, grabbing the handle after dustin turned the key. the knob doesn't budge.

"fuck," eddie says, frustrated. he didn't want to come tonight. not when robin and steve's new best friend, you, were going to be here. he just can't stand you. he's projecting his problem, and he even knows that.

you say nothing, just stand quietly near him. you don't move, afraid you'll somehow make him more mad. you'd tried. you tried everything you could think of to get eddie to see you for more than who you were a few years ago. but nothing seemed to work. dustin encouraged you to keep trying, but the constant rejection was starting to add up.

"what?"

he caught you staring, and you turn away. happy for the confines of darkness to hide the embarrassed blush across your cheeks.

"nothing, sorry." your tone is sharp. probably what makes eddie so on edge around you. he thinks you don't like him, and you think he doesn't like you. and you two just ended up as rivals. it was like you were back in highschool.

but you'd never even really spoken to eddie in school - so you just don't know why he hates you so much.

you laughed. and eddie looked at you confused. you shook your head, "it's pretty ridiculous," you said, laughing again. "like, the old lock 'em in the closet gag. how long did it take him to figure that one out?"

"don't make fun of him," eddie snaps.

you look taken back. "i'm not."

"you are, you always are."

"if i'm so mean then why am i always invited over. why does dustin call me begging for me to show up?"

"you make him beg?"

"i don't make anyone do anything," you say, the conversation turning hostile as it usually did. eddie twisting your words to make something silly into something ugly. "he just wants me to join."

"but why does he beg? better places to be than with the freaks?"

"i literally have nowhere else to be, it's just getting old getting fucking berated everytime i go out with my friends."

"who berates you?"

you looked around confused, was he serious? he looked shocked, as if he was figuring out that, uh yeah, you were talking about him.

"i can't walk into the room without you making some snide little remark under your breath. don't think i don't hear you constantly mocking me while we're in the group. and by the way you're the only one of us to ever refer to them as freaks."

you bang on the door a couple of time, "let me out!"

"not until you guys figure out how to be civil," dustin mumbled through the door.

"let us out, henderson," eddie said, hitting the door once with his fist.

"hey eddie," steve shouts through the door. "remember what we talked about? why don't you see for yourself?"

you two kept shouting to be let out, but after a few minutes it was clear that they'd left. a minute later you hear loud music turn on in the other room.

"well," you said, sliding down the wall of the closet. eddie did the same across from you. "can we just be civil and be done with it?"

"look," he says, "i just can't, okay?"

"why?"

"you know why."

"i don't."

"stop playing dumb, i'm starting to get angry again."

"i'm really, really not playing dumb."

"you and your friends in high school? all those times that your boyfriend would be bullying kids and you did nothing, you did nothing, but stand nearby and follow him around, it was sick."

"yeah, i know."

"and you were always defending him. like it was us who didn't understand. and you... you know?"

"he was mean to me too, i was scared of him."

eddie doesn't say anything.

"he always said he would like, hurt himself, if i left and like, just insane shit. i'm not proud of who i was."

eddie still doesn't say anything, just watches you. you shrink under the pressure.

"and you know what? how come everyone gets a second chance but me? nancy and steve were part of the cool kids too and you gave them a second chance. you haven't even given me one."

"i thought that..."

"what, eddie? just lay the cards on the table and let's talk about it."

"i thought you hated me," eddie says.

"i'm sorry eddie. i don't hate you, you just make me anxious."

and then eddie feels like shit. because he's thinking about it and you're right. you'd never, ever struck first in any of the verbal fights with him. and you were always tense around him - he thoguht it was hate but you were scared, you thought he was going to be mean to you. and he realizes he's been blinded by some petty grudge that he hasn't given you a chance to be yourself.

"i'm sorry," edide says, his voice breaks and he feels like his core values have been ignored. he was the one in the wrong. "maybe we can... maybe we can like talk?"

you shuffled to the other side of the closet, scooped eddies hand in yours to comfort him, and smiled at him. you could see his glossy eyes even without the light. "i'd like that."

eddie smiled, not knowing where to start but excited to try.

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theemporium · 1 year

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Can you write something where reader is overworked and Steve finds her asleep among the books? Idk just seemed cute...

this is the most self-projecting thing i have ever written bwdjkdjbewkb ANYWAYS

It was a lot.

You always knew it would be a lot but this was just beyond anything you had ever expected, or maybe you just weren’t prepared for it. Maybe you weren’t cut out for college and all the assignments and classes and work. Maybe you were in over your head.

You knew pretty early on you wanted to go to college. You wanted to be the first person in your family to go into further education. You wanted a degree with your name and achievements on it. It was all you had ever really expected from yourself.

You set the standard and now you were struggling to meet it.

The jump from high school to college was no joke but you thought you were coping. And for a while, you were. You were staying on top of assignments, you had a planner to help you remember classes and deadlines, and you were balancing a social life pretty damn well.

But then you missed a class.

And then you missed two.

And the next thing you knew, you were drowning in essays and presentations and modules and you couldn’t take it. You could barely handle the limited social interactions that attending class required alone, let alone everything else on top.

But you were stubborn and you didn’t want to burden anyone, and you kept it all in. You put a smile on your face, gave your cookie-cutter answers when someone asked how college was going and only allowed yourself to break down behind closed doors.

Steve knew you better than you knew yourself, and he knew just how much pressure you put on yourself.

He could see it on your face as the weeks went by, the way you would dissociate in large groups of people or the way you would always be picking at your nail beds when you were away from your books too long, like it was killing you inside to be wasting time anywhere but your desk.

But he was a patient man, and he cared about you a lot so he waited. He waited for you to say something. He waited for you to open up to him.

You never did, though. And he had a pretty good idea why.

It broke his heart to see the girl he loved slowly kill herself with stress and anxiety, and it killed him to know he couldn’t do anything beyond reminding you to eat three meals a day and stay hydrated.

He hated that you couldn’t see the girl he saw. When you saw flaws and mistakes, he just saw you.

You, as a whole. You, as one of the most determined people he has ever met. You, as the girl who was worth so much more than she assumed.

It was how he found himself at your doorstep, fist raised to knock on the door as he waited for you to answer. Thursdays had always been your date night—both because it was the one day you didn’t have any classes and Steve’s guaranteed day off from Family Video after cutting a deal with Robin.

When you didn’t answer after a minute, Steve was worried.

When you didn’t answer after five minutes, Steve was really concerned.

It barely broke into the sixth minute before he was using his spare key and letting himself in.

But the thumping of his racing heart quickly calmed down when he burst through the door as saw your head laid on the desk, a variety of open books scattered across the surface and a pen laying next to your now limp hand.

He paused, a soft smile on his face as he took in the sight of how peaceful you looked. No worry lines or furrowed brows, no biting your lips or chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Just you finally catching a break.

And then his heart twinged with guilt and concern when he realised this was probably the first break you gave yourself, and it wasn’t willingly. You had probably exhausted yourself—Steve knew how unreliable your sleep schedule was when you were stressed—and he hated that it reached the point of you passing out on your books to get you to take a break.

As softly as he could, he shrugged off his jacket and shoes before he made his way over to you, knowing he hated that he had to wake you up but hated even more the idea of you sleeping in such an awkward position and hurting your back.

“Sweetheart,” he called out softly, his thumb gently pushing some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “C’mon, baby.”

You let out a small whine, your nose scrunching up.

“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed softly as his thumb skimmed across your cheek in slow strokes.

“Steve?” you murmured, still half-asleep and almost convinced you had conjured an image of your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, pretty girl,” he spoke just above a whisper, his eyes taking in the sight of the bags under your eyes and his guilt grew tenfold. “Oh baby, when was the last time you slept?”

Your head still felt a little fuzzy as you sat up in your chair, eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to grasp the reality of the world around you. “Uh, Sunday?”

Steve frowned. “Baby, what day do you think it is?”

“Monday?”

Steve’s face softened immediately and the boy wasted no time in taking your face in his hands, a soft kiss pressed on your forehead that made you close your eyes to enjoy the embrace.

“C’mon, we are getting you to bed,” he whispered against your skin, and almost instantly he felt your body tense. He knew exactly where this was going, the words that were about to leave your lips and he refused to let you push yourself any further than you already had.

“Steve–”

“Nope, come on now,” he said as he pulled you up from your seat, his hands wrapping around your body and holding you close to him before you could wiggle out of his grasp. “It’s my week to choose a date and I am choosing a nap.”

Your face fell and he could see the guilt in your eyes. “It’s Thursday?”

“Yeah, baby,” he murmured softly, one hand catching your face before you could turn away. “Hey, listen, it’s okay. We all forget sometimes.”

“I just—” you let out a staggered breath. “I was working on my assignment for that stupid history class and then I forgot I had a presentation in my Spanish class and I swore it was only Tuesday, at least and—”

“Hey, baby, breathe f’me,” he murmured as he held your face in his hands. “It’s okay, I get it. I do. But baby, you gotta give yourself a break or you’re gonna kill yourself.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “Steve, I can’t—”

“You can and you will,” Steve stated and gave you a firm look. “This isn't doing you any good. You need to rest that big brain of yours.”

Your lips twitched upwards. “I just don’t know how to handle it all.”

“We’ll work it out together, okay? After a nap though,” he murmured and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “I miss sleeping with my pretty girl in my arms.”

He was thoroughly amused to see the way your cheeks burned up at his words.

“Yeah, I guess I missed your hugs too.”

“Damn right you did,” Steve grinned proudly. “I’m your best pillow.”

You let out a small snort, the sound soothing something in his chest that didn’t make him feel like a fist was clenching his heart.

“We can even order from that Mexican place in town when we wake up.”

“Really?”

“Really, now get that cute ass on the bed now, baby.”

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squivulous · 7 months

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My Podcast Masterlist

I have a long commute, giving me two hours a day to listen to podcasts. Here is my documentation of all the audio dramas I’ve consumed plus a little blurb. I just wanted to organize them in a list and also (selfishly) get recommendations if anyone would be so kind. Or maybe you’ll see something that’ll interest you. Enjoy!

Podcasts I’m Caught Up With

The Penumbra Podcast: I’ve made an animatic for this one. I’m down bad. This is the one that sucked me into this podcast world.

Malevolent: Arthur dating sim when??? Everyone wants him. Also it took me way too long to find out it was an actual play podcast.

Red Valley: Gordon fan all the way. Normally I do like the Sad Boy but Gordon is that type of dorky that makes me want to protect him.

Caravan: Interesting world and love a main character that makes questionable decisions. Everything is going to be fine :)

WOE.BEGONE: I’m obsessed. It happened slowly but now I think about it every day… And the music is so good! Mike Walters is cringefail, bbygurl, easy to manipulate, and saws his left arm off at the shoulder.

The Cellar Letters: Legit gets me spooked at times. Steve and Nate are good vibes. I’m sure glad nothing ever happens to them.

Harbor: Love that Sam being a malewife ruined his life.

Rifted: Aurora, another Sad Boy to add to my collection. Daniel should give him a kiss to make him feel better.

Heroics: Pls come back some day… I need more Josh. He’s in his slay era.

Second Fiddles: Max is owning being a bbygurl. Also there are a lot of poop jokes which is weird but I’ll look past it.

Hand in Glove: idk anything about baseball but these baseball players are smoochinggg.

Find Us Alive: Lancaster in booty jorts. It's canon. Don't look it up. I'm right. ALSO HE NEEDS TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM PLS.

The Kingmaker Histories: The kiss is still the subject of much historical debate. Eisen <3

The Viridian Wild: It hasn’t been updated since 2021 but I still have hope.

Dos: After You: Ghosting GONE WRONG

Brimstone Valley Mall: SEASON TWO IS COMING. 90’s mall setting is really fun and I’m here for the thing Asmoraius and Trent have going on.

Levian: It starts off with a bang! Well not quite since his sister walks in oops. Excited to see where this pirate tale takes us.

Midnight Burger: Each episode is a delight and as someone who is bad at science, I appreciate Gloria and Caspar. Caspar pls stay forever and also Brodie <3

Return Home: I’m really listening to it for Buddy and DW.

Raythe Reign: Sometimes you need a yaoi.

The White Vault: At this point, I know what I’m getting into and yet still decide to get attached to these characters

The Amelia Project: Please don’t hurt the Interviewer! He’s too goofy for all this drama. I’m scared!

Fawx & Stallion: James Stallion being canonically hot in any situation is such a win

Victoriocity: Inspector Fleet has had a long week and needs some days off

Yokai Detective Agency: I’m always a sucker for detective stories and I’m looking forward to where this one is going

Desert Skies: Charming characters and love that the plot has a nice pace, not dragging things out

The Grotto: the music is so good but also please help. The emotional turmoil is torrential.

Camlann: Yo…. Dai, for real???

Podcasts I’ve Completed

Dash: This might not be completed? This is actually the first audio drama I finished. Classic noir but supernatural and boys are smooching!

The Two Princes: This was wholesome and had good vibes. I prefer the first season but it was still a fun time.

The Magnus Archives: Arrived late to the party on this one, but I love all the fanart. Awakened my interest in pathetic men.

EOS 10: I also am not 100% sure this is done but I enjoyed the shenanigans!

Wolf 359: Eiffel, my beloved. I liked the silly and dramatic parts of this story. It hurt my soul but it was worth it :)

Time:Bombs: noahdeaart's fanart made me think this was going in a different direction... Still a fun one!

Valence: Love this one WAAAAHHH! Pls listen. I love Nico. Sad Boy but hides it under their chaos energy.

The Bright Sessions: I would 1005% listen to a spin-off just about Mark. This Sad Boy keeps collecting trauma and I need to see him and Oliver maybe go on adventures or something. ANYTHING.

Roommates: I, too, had a pandemic college experience. It's kinda bizarre that there's already a story about that and I love it!

Look Up: Wholesome. Briggon Snow kept me fed.

Moonface: Appreciate having an audio drama from an Asian American perspective. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.

Murray Mysteries: Must protect Jonathan.

Kaleidotrope: More wholesome content. I got more into it by the second half. The hosts have a fun dynamic!

Re: Dracula: Still thinking about Inside You.

Wooden Overcoats: Rudyard is my fav. Chapman deserves the hate.

The Vanishing Act: this Rudyard wasn’t my fav. I was happy to listen to him suffer but also happy when he fell in love. A win for Griffson!

Greater Boston: Michael Tate <3

Ars Paradoxica: Nikhil Sharma <3

Podcasts I’m Catching Up On

Life with Althaar: I knew that plant lady was sus

The Night Post: Ashley……

Love and Luck: I’m on ep 87 now some magical things are going down

Going Lowbrow: I wasn’t expecting a musical but I’m not complaining.

SAYER: There are no bees on Typhon :)

WTNV: I got behind during high school and now I’m too scared to get caught up… one day. It's been so long at this point I think I'd need to start over.

BRASS: I fell behind on episodes :(

Not Quite Dead: If there are vampires, I'm automatically interested. Only a few eps in.

Hi Nay: I’m listening to Murphy respectfully.

Podcasts I’ve Dropped

Moonbase Theta Out

Dreamboy

Archive 81

The Sheridan Tapes

Jar of Rebuke

I’ll keep this updated every so often. Most of these I’ve found either from scouring rec lists or seeing nice fanart.

Please let me know of any recommendations you may have! Thanks for reading if you got this far. Mad respect.

Last updated: 04/14/24

#podcasts #podcast recs #audio drama #squiv speaks #I didn't know I listened to this many

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kinz-aeh · 2 years

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Summer 85 - Eddie Munson

Part 1 (1/?)

Summary: You’re working at Scoops Ahoy and find yourself in front of your crush serving him ice cream.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: Might have some swearing, it’s mostly fluff, might have some suggestive idea but not much details. Tell me if I need to put more warnings

Authors note: Hey there ! (oh dear I’m scared) First time posting here. I apologize, English is not my first language, I hope at least I did okay for that first part, let me know if you’d like more ! Have a good day !

**Idk how to tag people in here im new to tumblr, best I can do is leaving the link to part 2 here. Again im sorry, I’m just very confused.

Part 2 ________

It was summer time, but, as expected, your parent’s didn’t want you to sit in your bedroom all day, all summer and do nothing but listen to music and read magazines. At first, you said to yourself that you would go out from time to time with some friends. But all of them had family activities or went away on vacation. Things that would only leave you and yourself all alone for the rest of the summer. So you just decided to earn money by applying to Scoops Ahoy, in order to buy yourself more music cassettes.

You loved music. All kinds, pop, rock, punk, classical, even metal. You had an insane music collection back at home, a mix of cassettes you’ve bought yourself or received as presents. One thing was for sure, you always wanted to be a radio host. You loved sharing music, and talk about all those artists that just debuted and broke into the music industry. It was a passion. But, aside your best friends, not many people knew about that.

There was also Edward Munson who knew that, even if he might have forgotten by now. At school, you two were in the same english class. Back then, the teacher gave a project to do in groups of two. Since none of your friends were in the same class, you were left all alone, and so was Eddie. So, of course the teacher decided to put the two of you together. When he first spoke to you, you felt strange. His eyes, his smile, the way he would play with his hair, all of this would make you feel… Some type of way. He was kind to you, but he didn’t seem interested in the project, neither did he seem interested in you, even when you told him a bit about yourself. You never told your friends about this little crush you developed for him. And, secretly, you found yourself looking at him across the cafeteria during lunch time, always sitting with his friend at his table and you with yours.

You never had the courage to go talk to him, and neither did he ever went to talk to you again. Summer came and you didn’t get to see him. You were working at the ice cream parlor, with Steve ‘’The Hair’’ Harrington and Robin, nothing else. You didn’t go out as much, since working got you a bit tired and there wasn’t much to do after closed hours. You worked for long hours, scooping ice cream for kids and dealing with bad customers. And how could you forget Miss Sinclair, always ringing that bell to try every flavors of ice cream, twice, almost everyday. You at least became good friends with Steve and Robin. They were kind to you and when you had time at the shop you guys would joke around a little bit. It made your days a little bit better.

And today came. A very long day at Starcourt Mall. You had to close the store, and deal with customers again. When you arrived at the ice cream parlor, Robin and Steve were already there, dealing with various customers. You had your famous uniform on, and had to put the hat too. You went in the back store to get yourself prepared and then proceeded to start your work. As Steve and Robin were handling the clients, you started to do a store check up, and the usual cleaning stuff you had to do.

‘’Oh hey Y/N, didn’t see you come in ! How are you ?’’ Asked Robin as she turned to you when she finished with her clients. She smiled at you, but you could see how tired she already was. At first it seamed to be her makeup, but then you saw that her eyes were puffier than usual.

‘’Hey, I’m doing fine, but you seem tired, are you ok ?’’ You asked and Steve turned to the two of you.

‘’Hi Y/N’’ He said simply, letting Robin respond to your question.

‘’Yeah, well tired as usual, didn’t get to sleep much.’’ She said in a sigh. You nodded and turned to Steve.

‘’Hi Steve, hope you’re doing fine’’ You said with a shy smile and he only nodded back to you. Robin laughed a little, pointing at you the white board she left on the side.

‘’Dingus still tried to flirt with some girl. Wanna guess what happened ?’’ Robin asked to you in a little laugh. You shrugged and looked at Steve, who was clearly embarrassed but tried to hide it the best he could.

‘’Please Robin, stop with that. You clearly know its the hat !’’ He said, and there it goes, both of them were talking and arguing.

You laughed a little a them, but then your gaze turned to the outside of the parlor, where you could see a part of the mall. People were walking from everywhere, gathering, talking to one another. They all seemed happy to just spend some time around here. But, to your surprise, not far away, you could see a head you just knew so well. His hair was tied in a low bun, and replacing his usual Hellfire Club shirt, he was now wearing a metal group T-shirt, with his usual jeans and handkerchief in his back pocket. Your eyes stoped for a sec at his butt, the jeans fitted Eddie so well. You realized he was laughing, talking to his group friend, and walking away from the parlor. Your eyes followed him. You found yourself biting your lower lip as you dreamed a bit. How would it feel to just come up to him, hug him, smile at him, talk to him. You felt your heart flutter for a sec. Just the fact that he was in the same mall as you made you feel sick, love sick. And your expression on your face, your stillness, got the attention of both Steve and Robin.

‘’Y/N, you ok there ?’’ Asked Steve, resting his hand on your shoulder. You woke up from your slight daydreaming and turned to your coworkers. ‘’Oh ! Yeah absolutely ! Why ?’’ But Robin didn’t believe a single thing of what you said. You cheeks felt hot, and your voice felt softer than usual.

‘’Steve, I think we have a case here.’’ Robin said, suddenly smiling. She cracked you. She just knew. And Steve ‘’Fucking Hair’’ Harrington was smiling from ear to ear as he knew too. ‘’So ! Tell us Y/N, who is the lucky number ?’’ Asked Steve, winking at you, teasing you obviously.

You immediately hid your face in your hands, sighing and letting out a little sound of despair. Nobody have to know, they don’t have to know ! It’s personal ! You didn’t have to say it ! But, this feeling in your chest, of keeping it for yourself, you needed it out ! It was suddenly tempting ! To just say his name. But Eddie Munson had a reputation, what would they think ? You’re some kind of girl who crushed on bad boys during her rebel phase ? No, you didn’t have a phase, you didn’t have a crush on a bad boy, you have a crush on Edward Munson. ‘’If I say so, you guys are going to laugh at me’’ You said, a little ashamed of yourself. Robin smiled at you and gave you a comforting hug. ‘’You don’t have to be ashamed Y/N. At least if it’s not Keith from the video store… Please don’t tell me its Keith.’’ Mumbled Steve.

‘’No ! It’s not Keith at all… It’s…’’ But you stopped. You were scared to say his name, and be laughed at for your dumb, young love sick feelings. Even if Robin was comforting you. And Steve really seemed to root for you and your crush. ‘’I mean, everyone thinks he’s…’’ You stopped again and looked around making sure that Eddie wasn’t near from you. ‘’Everyone thinks he’s a freak… But he’s kind and, nice looking ! I mean. He’s hot no doubt… But, you guys will probably think I’m stupid to have the hots for him.’’

‘’If you say Billy…’’ Steve started but you cut him off.

‘’No ! Not Billy, he’s a duche. I mean… Not to be mean and all… Is just… It’s…’’ You looked again, making sure nobody else would hear you. ‘’I like Eddie Munson.’’

The look on their face made you immediately feel bad. Well, until Robin came to give you a big hug. They were both surprised since they never actually saw you talk to him. And also surprised to now know he was the type you liked. You hid again your face as you felt your cheeks get even hotter. You held this urge to just run into the freezer and barricade yourself in it.

‘’Really ?’’ Asked Steve, tilting his head on the side. But Robin punched him in the shoulder to shut him off. ‘’Ow ! What that for !’’

‘’It’s ok Y/N ! You don’t have to be ashamed, you have the right to love whoever you want ! Steve and me, we are just a little bit confused, and surprised. I mean, where does that come from ?’’ She asked you. But as you were about to respond, you heard the famous Scoops Ahoy bell ring.

‘’Talking gossip while at work, I see.’’ This voice was too familiar. You didn’t want to turn, and yet, you found yourself looking right at Eddie. He was there, his arms crossed on the counter, leaning forward and looking at you with a big smile on. Jesus H, he was hot just standing like that. His tied hair, with some strands falling on the sides of his face. You heart just couldn’t stop beating and for quite a while you thought everyone was hearing it. Robin silently pushed you toward the cash register and pulled Steve to the back store. ‘’Oh ! Hey Eddie, long time no see !’’ You said, with a shaky voice. You approached him slowly at the cash register, pulling your most beautiful… Working smile. ‘’What can I serve you today ?’’

Eddie looked at you for a moment, then glanced behind him. His friends were all sitting at a table, talking, like usual. He then looked back at you, slightly tilting his head on the side.

‘’Yeah, long time no see. Hum…’’ He paused for a second and looked at his hands, playing a little with his silver rings. His tongue was slightly out, as if he was thinking before talking. It made you feel weak to the knees. ‘’Tell me, what’s your favorite flavor ?’’ He asked you, and you just took a moment to finally respond to him, in a little shaky voice you were trying to hold so much.

‘’I’d say strawberry. It’s so good.’’ You said, forcing yourself to look at him in the eyes.

‘’Can I try some ?’’ He asked kindly, still leaned forward. You nodded and took a small spoon, scooping a small amount of your favorite flavored ice cream. You tried your best not to shake. You handed him the small spoon, but instead of taking it in his hand, he slowly leaned a bit more toward you and straight up put the small spoon in his mouth. And he was looking right at you. After a moment, you just let go of the spoon nervously, looking away from his gaze. You felt as if he was trying something on you. He laughed a little and turned to look at his friends. ’’I don’t actually know what these guys want. So hum… Maybe something we could all share together. I don’t know… Surprise me Y/N.’’

He remembered your name, that made you smile a little more, shyly. You hid a little your hands, feeling the tip of your fingers shake a little after this event. Your heart just couldn’t stop pounding in your chest. And you were trying your best to breath normally.

‘’Banana boats are great to share with friends.’’ You said, trying to hold your shaking voice even more.

He smiled at you and turned to his friend. ‘’Guys, banana boat, sounds good ?’’ He asked and they all agreed.

You nodded and turned to start the Banana boat, but right there, at the window, your two friendly coworkers were smiling from ear to ear, spying on you. Steve was eating a banana, as if he would eat popcorn at a movie theater, his eyes wide open on the two of you ready to see what the next step it’s gonna be. You loosed your smile a second, pretended they didn’t exist, then started your boat. You then remembered your uniform. You thought you must be the ugliest right now, working in front of your crush in a blue sailor uniform. You felt ashamed. As you scooped the ice cream, you felt Eddie’s eyes looking right at you. It wasn’t the most perfect banana boat, maybe the ugliest you made, but still delicious. You were so nervous in front of him. Then you came to give it to him. ‘’I’m sorry, maybe I should make another one instead, I messed it up a little.’’ You said to Eddie, showing the young metalhead the boat you just made.

‘’It’s fine Y/N. It’s still going to taste great. How much ?’’ He asked.

‘’2.90$… Huh, you sure you don’t want me to make another ?’’ You asked as he paid.

‘’How caring. Thank you, sweetheart, you deserve a tip.’’ At this you just completely froze, looking at him and feeling your face hotter by the time. ‘’You… You really don’t have to Eddie !’’ But he only winked at you while giving yo some crumpled cash in your hand. Then he turned, going to his table.

You awkwardly stood there, with the money in your hands. You then decided to move, and put the money at its righteous place, the tip jar. You then turned at the window who was now closed, and decided to go hide in the back store. When the door closed behind you, you almost let yourself drift away, you almost screamed and started to cry, but you hold everything up. You were ashamed, you could’ve done something better ! And your uniform ! It was so ugly !

‘’He called you sweetheart !’’ Murmured Robin, super excited by this encounter. But you just sat at the table in silence. Both your friends started to worry.

‘’He probably just said that because he thinks it’s funny, or something like that.’’ You said, slumping on the table, hiding your face in your arms. ‘’With the look on his face, Oh my Jesus I swear he’s in love Y/N.’’ Said Robin, in a small chuckle. Your eyes slowly looked up at her.

‘’Wait, really ?’’ And she nodded, eyes wide open, huge smile on her face. Steve, next to her, still eating that banana, was nodding too.

‘’Can I just say that Eddie is better at flirting than Steve.’’ She said in a laugh, and Steve’s head turned to Robin, yet again disappointed in her comments. ‘’I mean he literally ate ice cream out of the spoon YOU, my dear, were holding ! That’s hot !’’ The bell rang again and Steve decided to go instead of you. He knew that you weren’t in a stable emotional situation to deal with clients right now, and he was tired to hear Robin make comments about his flirting skills. ‘’When you were making that boat, he was playing with his hair, and he was biting his lips while looking at you. Clearly, that’s a sign that the feeling is mutual.’’ Robin said.

‘’I don’t believe you, have you seen our uniform ? It’s ugly ! Who would be drooling over that kinda crap !’’ You shook your head, not believing a single thing of what just happened. You got up ready to go back and face the world again.

‘’Let’s talk about it another day, it’s almost giving me a headache.’’ You said, as you pushed the door for the front store. You then met Erica and her besties, all there to ’try out’’ the ice cream again. Steve was standing there, waiting for that awful time to pass. You looked passed the counter to see that Eddie’s table was now left with a banana split emptied bowl. Yet again, you felt disappointed.

— 🍦A H O Y 🍦—

It was finally closing hours, you guys were exhausted by that long day. The smell of ice cream started to make you feel a bit nauseous, and you just wanted to finally get away from this hell of a parlor faster than you came in. Robin was counting the cash and Steve was cleaning the floor with the mop. You were cleaning the rest of the store. Then ready to go, you guys counted the tip jar, looking at all the cash you made for yourselves. Steve looked at one of the tips and chuckled a little.

‘’Funny, someone wrote something on this’’ He said showing it to the both of you. Robin gasped a second, and then in your turn, you gasped as you read on the crumpled dollar:

I’ll wait for you in the parking lot. - EM

‘’That’s actually creepy’’ said Robin in a laugh. ‘’What ?’’ Asked Steve, not understanding. Then he read it again. And he gasped too, making a surprised expression. ‘’Y/N ! I think you have a date !’’

‘’No way…’’

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fluff #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things fanfic

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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eddie’s friends (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: you get to meet a few of eddie's best friends after a basketball game

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (also including robin, steve and nancy but it’s all platonic)

word count: 1,859

warnings/what to expect: non-canon complaint (everyone already know eddie and are friends with him), popular/loser trope, literally y'all being one big happy family, romantic and platonic fluff, everyone is happy (as they should be)

a/n: idk where i was going with this. i wrote this after vol. 2 just to feel something and i've finally decided to post it. it’s just my own little therapy now that we’re not getting more content of the fruity four so i hope y’all enjoy this <3

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated

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"Dude, no way," Steve says in complete disbelief. "There's no way that is your girlfriend."

"Don't sound so surprised," Eddie replies sarcastically, giving his friend a look.

"I don't think Steve meant it like that," Nancy joined the conversation in an attempt to make things better after Steve's comment. "It's just...it's hard to believe since you two look so different."

That was very much true. He was the typical metal head who looks mean and intimidating, while you always seemed to have a smile of your face and seemed to be one of the nicest people to have ever existed. And you are head cheerleader, which means he's really not the type of person you hang around with.

But things changed that one day when a teacher decided you two should do a work project together. You weren't fond of the idea of having to spend time with Eddie Munson at first, and he was definitely not excited to spend his time with one of the popular kids.

Much to yours and Eddie's surprise, you two had so much chemistry and connected almost instantly. He would say the most random thing that wouldn't fail to make you laugh, and you were so adorable it made his heart melt.

You remember he first asked you out on a date the last time you two hang out in the library to finish the project, and you obviously accepted. More dates came after that before he asked you to be officially his girlfriend. You two have been together even since.

"Yeah, well...opposites do attract I guess," was his response, failing to hide the smile appearing on his face. "I honestly still have no idea how we even end up together."

"You and me both," Steve muttered, still very much in disbelief. Nancy subtly nudged him and gave him a warning look. "But– but I'm so happy for you, man! Really, great news."

"Thank you, Wheeler," Eddie leaned across Steve as he thanked her, evidently noticing her latest gesture. "Look, Steve, not my fault you still can't manage to date a girl longer than a weekend. Some of us do get girlfriends."

Nancy laughed at Eddie's comment, covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile as she looked ahead at the group of cheerleaders getting ready for their routine. Steve didn't argue back, knowing his friend was only telling the truth. Besides, he was an asshole just now so he totally deserved it.

The group noticed you finished talking with your friends and immediately scanned the crowd in hopes to spot Eddie. As soon as you did, your eyes light up as you wave at him, a gesture he immediately replied. You knew he hated basketball games, but he made the effort just to see you and be there with you.

The game was about to start, so you and the rest of the cheerleaders begin your routine to hype everyone up before the players joined everyone at the gym. Nancy looked at Eddie just in time to see him beginning to clap and cheer you on, and she immediately smiled to herself. She has never seen her friend this happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not just pretending to always be on a good mood ready to throw a fun little comment here and there, but actually feeling like life was good because he had you by his side.

Robin, who was standing with the band just a few rows below them, turned back to look at them and pointed at you excitedly, almost as if she saw a celebrity, already being able to identify you as Eddie's new girlfriend. She gave Eddie a thumbs up in sign of approval before turning back and wait for their moment to join in with the music.

After the game, you tried to be as quick as possible to get all your stuff ready to walk outside the school to meet Eddie. He said he would be waiting for you by the parking lot, already giving you the heads up that he wanted you to finally meet his friends.

It was weird to you at first that his group of best friends, aside from all the people that conform the Hellfire Club, were none other that Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. This quartet has to be the most random combination of people you could ever create, and yet they were important enough for Eddie to want you to meet them and introduce you as his girlfriend.

You can't deny you were a little bit nervous, because you've never spoken to any of them. You kinda knew Robin because she's in school with you, but you've never interacted with Nancy and Steve. Like, at all. And since they are your boyfriend's best friends, you really wanted them to like you.

"Hi, sorry it took me so long, guys!" you quickly excused yourself, flashing a smile to the entire group in front of you. "It's nice to finally meet you all!" you added excitedly, leaning into Eddie when he wrapped an arm around you.

"Hi! I don't know if you've seen me around school...probably not– uh, you probably had absolutely no idea I existed until today," Robin was the first one to talk, obviously her own brain failing her as she once again found herself talking way too fast.

"No, no. Of course I know who you are," you replied. "I've seen you when you guys practice at the gym before the games," you replied. "And I think we have almost every class together."

"Holy shit, really? You actually know who I am?"

"Robin," Eddie warned. Robin quickly figured out that was her queue to stop talking.

You chuckled at what just happened, "You guys were great today, by the way."

"Whoa, I...uh, thanks!" she replied, genuinely surprised by how nice you actually are, which immediately made the group understand a little better why you're dating Eddie. "And the cheers were awesome, as always. You guys are just...fantastic, really."

"Thanks. I did today's routine so it's really nice to know you liked it."

"That's amazing, it was really good!" Nancy said this time, extending out her hand for you. "I'm Nancy."

"Oh, I already know all of your names," you confessed a bit shyly, shaking her hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Eddie talks a lot about you," she added.

"He does?" you asked, looking up at Eddie with a grin while he avoided to look at you to spare himself from getting teased by you.

"I'm not sure about the a lot part..."

"You won't shut up about her, dude," Steve cuts him off. "Guy's nuts about you."

"Really? Because he said he just told you that we were dating."

"Well, then he was clearly lying because it was the three of us that helped him build the courage to ask you on a date."

"Can we talk about something else?" Eddie intervened, clearly embarrassed.

"You and me have to continue this conversation some other day," you said to Steve.

"Sure, I'm always available to piss him off."

"Are you her friend or mine?"

Steve gave him a look, grinning before replying, "Honesty I like her better already." Eddie and Steve laughed at their little exchange, but before any of you could say anything else another cheer walked outside the school.

"Ah, there you are!" she said directly at you. "We're at the gym about to take a photo with the basketball team for the yearbook!"

"Okay, I'll be right there," you quickly told her before she politely smiled to the group you were with before walking back inside. You turned to look at Eddie immediately, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, go," he quickly reassured you. "Your duties as head cheerleader call," he added sarcastically, making you chuckle.

"Stop doing that!" you replied. He always made fun of you for your status at school, which you found hilarious because the two of you disliked the whole idea that being popular suddenly made you better than other people. As if high school means anything after you graduate. "I'm really sorry, guys."

"Don't worry, we should go find the kids to take them home anyway," Steve said, looking around him in hope to find at least one of those little devils.

"I don't think we're all gonna fit in your car, though," Nancy commented.

"Yeah, but Eddie can drop some of them off, right?" Steve asked, to which Eddie replied with a nod. "Great. In that case Robin, Nance, Mike and Lucas go with me. Dustin and Max go with you."

"Got it," Eddie nodded after his instruction.

"I'll be back soon," you said to him, since he was also giving you a ride home and you didn't want him and those two kids waiting for you for too long. "And again, it's been great meeting you guys. We should hang out sometime."

"Totally!" Robin agreed. "I think we're all free this Friday."

"Yeah, Friday sounds great," Nancy also agreed.

"I'll see you on Friday, then," you smiled at the three of them, giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back to the school's doors. "I'll be back as soon as possible!"

With that said, you rushed back inside the school to head to the gym for the photo. When you were gone, Eddie looked at his friends to see what they thought. "So?"

"She's great, man," Steve was the first one to answer. "Totally not what I was expecting. She's nicer than I thought."

"Yeah, me too," agreed Robin shortly after. "I have to admit I was terrified of her at first, but she's very nice! If you ever break up with her I'm going to hate you forever."

"Believe me, I don't plan to do that."

"I'm happy you found someone, Eddie," Nancy said this time. "You look genuinely happy around her and you truly deserve to have someone that cares so much about you."

"Aw, don't get all soppy on me, Wheeler," he teased, thought appreciated his friend's words, pulling her in for a hug.

"A thank you would've been better," she commented with a smile, returning the hug.

"Oh, oh!" Robin exclaimed. "This never happen between us! We never hug. Does this mean we can hug?"

"Nope. Just us," Eddie quickly clarified, pulling away from Nancy shortly after.

"Ah, don't be like that, Munson!" Steve said, immediately wrapping his arms around his friend so he wouldn't escape. Eddie tried to push him back, but there was nothing he can do when Robin joined the hug too, making it impossible for him to set himself free.

"Yay, we're hugging!" Robin says with obvious excitement. "Join us, Nance!"

Nancy rolled her eyes, but joined them anyway, sharing a group hug that only lasted a few seconds. As soon as they were backing down, Eddie took a step away from them, as if he didn't enjoy hugging his three best friends (truth is, he did).

"Hey, weirdos!" they heard Dustin calling out for them, all of the kids standing outside of Steve's car. "Can we go now?"

Steve, Nancy and Robin walked towards them. Lucas was there with them, which meant all of you were done with the yearbook photo. Just as that thought was crossing Eddie's mind, he noticed you walked out of the school again, walking over him to grab his hand.

"Henderson, Red!" he called, both Dustin and Max turning around to look at him. "I'm driving you home, let's go!"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fruity four x reader #fruity four #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic

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mr-something-0r-another · 6 days

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I tend to do mostly one shots, I say as more than half of the fics I have up currently have more than one chapter, but I'm wanting to do something bigger. Just not sure which to start with. And yes, I have most of these planned out, as well as begun writing them. I'm just not sure what I should focus on currently. And no, these aren't the official names. (I struggle with titles)

BirdFlash Slowburn HS/College AU:

BirdFlash w/ powers and superhero stuffs, and they also go to the same highschool. Current plan is to only have Dick and Wally attend the same highschool, but we've got some other supers of their generation in the hero side. Super slow, and long. Identity shenanigans, Dick is a theatre kid, they won't confess until in or after college (but don't worry it, opens on senior year), they will be Robin and Kid Flash at the beginning but will morph into Nightwing and Flash just cause I want to play with a little bit of cannon. probably gonna be super long, and will take me a year or more to complete.

Captain Marvel Lawsuit:

Both carol and billy (in their respective universes) facing lawsuits and media backlash, because they copied off of a fictional superhero. So, we've got the Avengers helping Carol, and Jon and Damian and some Justice League helping Billy. In Carol's (the Marvel universe) DC is the main comics company. And In Billy's (the DC universe) Marvel is the main comics company. Idk, just thought it'd be funny cause it's a real lawsuit between DC and Marvel. And I don't really like them calling Billy 'Shazam', because that's his power activation thing and it just seems weird, he can't even introduce himself as a hero.

Avengers Vacay Shenanigans:

Basically a crackfic of shenanigans. Like, they're staying at a rented cabin for a week or so. And what place would have enough rooms? So roommates, I think they might almost die for the sake of breakfast, and there may be the slightest bit of angst (which will just be me projecting about my own angsty mac and cheese experience onto Clint), other than that relatively fluffy shenanigans that would ensue on one of their vacations. I'm definitely pushing both friendships and relationships in this one. Current plan includes WinterFalcon, estabed Scott/Hope, Clint/Loki, platonic Science Bros, platonic Steve + Bucky + Sam, platonic Clint + Sam (honestly, geeks), platonic Bucky + Loki (admiring their geeks), platonic Natasha + Thor (competitive besties?), ect.

HalBarry Domestic Dreams:

Similar to a Superbat idea from frownyalfred,(https://www.tumblr.com/frownyalfred/738620242981470208/fic-idea-a-world-where-clark-and-bruce-both-get?source=share), like I think that's where this idea originated from. Simply thought it months later, and had to hunt down the og for this post. ANYWAYS, Barry and Hal have been having the same dreams, a continuous plot of a domestic life between the two. But it's kinda weird to mention to your coworker that you've been having ultra realistic dreams about being in a relationship with him. right? So they both stay silent. However, they know things that they wouldn't know if it weren't for the dreams, random phrases, or actions, all that fun stuff. So, cue awkwardness. Might be a bit of a slowburn but not as much as the BirdFlash one.

BatArrow bonding over billionaires, kids, vigilantes, and the fucking media:

the media basically forces Bruce and Ollie into a relationship, after seeing them having lunch together once and that was a business meeting. They end up fake dating, for the media, then they start to see the benefit of having another single father billionaire around. So they bond over that, and start to become official. Eventually they have the inevitable superhero secret identity reveal, and turns out their dating the coworker that they only tolerate. But they learned to love each other in the hero side too. They just deserve some love. Where else to get it from other than your childhood friend/repeated hookup/coworker?

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #dc comics #avengers #dcu #marvel #birdflash #halbarry #captain marvel #fanfic poll #fanfic planning #batarrow #marvel polls #dc poll

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hi!! idk if you’ve answered an ask about this (or if you have any interest in continuing this verse, which is totally ok if you don’t!) but I always wondered what you had planned for those 2-3 extra parts you mentioned in the blood in my veins. it’s one of my favorite stucky fics so anything and everything you’re willing to share about it would make my day 🫶🏽

ah, my first foray into stucky <3 I really loved that 'verse, I can't believe I never finished it

The TL;DR version is that Part Two was going to be them during the war and Part Three was going to be modern day where they reunite once and for all. I had 2500 words written for the modern day part, and I can share it if you're interested, but here is an interlude that I wrote about them from the Commandos' point of view but never finished yes this has been sitting in my WIP folder for almost a decade

(There was supposed to be more between everything else and those last two lines. I always knew those lines would end this part.)

~~~

Here’s what the Commandos know about Rogers and Barnes:

Don’t try to come between them and you’ll be alright.

---

The facts are this:

The war tried to come between them when it drafted Barnes, so Rogers decided he was going to enlist. The Army tried next when they wouldn’t let him, so he signed up for Project Rebirth.

Colonel Phillips tried when he wouldn’t send Rogers to the front lines and then he tried again when Barnes was captured and the Colonel didn’t plan on sending a rescue team.

It’s around that time that people start getting wise to the idea that trying to keep them apart is pretty embarrassing for everyone involved. The crazy bastards are going to stay together no matter what. They’re gonna follow each other anywhere - everywhere - and it’s just easier if you let ‘em.

So, Rogers rescues Barnes and then the Army gives them their own team. Officially, it’s Captain America’s team but none of the Commandos are stupid. They know exactly how the hierarchy in the team works and rank has exactly fuck all to do with it.

---

Dugan saw Barnes’ tattoo pretty early on. The damn thing was like his good luck charm. He wasn’t shy about staring at it or running his fingers over it. Hell, he even kissed it before one fight. Dugan ribbed Barnes good about it, but he only received a sharp grin in response. Barnes never rose to the bait and Dugan was never trusted with the name of the dame to which the initials SR belonged.

After Azzano, he doesn’t really think to connect the dots. Not until Rogers catches a knife to the shoulder in their second mission.

Now that’s a story all its own but the long and short of it is this: they capture an enemy combatant. The plan is to take him back to base for interrogation but the sonuvabitch gets loose, manages to get some sort of shiv in the good Captain before he’s subdued.

Rogers, blood soaking his uniform, just looks at the poor bastard and says, calm as anything, “you shouldn’t have done that.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth, there’s a bullet in the prisoner’s skull. Rogers is the only one that doesn’t jump, the only one that isn’t goddamn floored by it. Barnes appears out of thin air, holstering his side-arm calmly. His face isn’t calm, though. It’s a dark thing, that look in his eyes. Near black with rage.

He strides purposefully toward Steve, settling proprietary hands on him as soon as he’s close enough. He pats Steve down for any other injuries as the others look on in frozen shock.

No one had even known Barnes was there.

“You okay?” Barnes asks, and Rogers nods, a funny little smile twisting his mouth.

He looks at Barnes like he hung the fuckin’ moon and Barnes is looking back like he’ll burn the world down around them if he thinks it’ll heal Rogers any faster.

It’s Dugan, Morita, and Falsworth that see the whole thing go down. It’s the three of them that find themselves on the receiving end of Barnes’ glare when he says, “Get Jones, now.”

Morita’s the first to move but he does it slowly, like any wrong move will get him a bullet, too. Dugan and Falsworth follow, helpless, when Barnes starts herding their Captain towards shelter. There’s a kind of morbid fascination to see how this turns out.

“Get to the tent,” Barnes says. “We need to get this off’a you.”

Rogers moves but reluctantly, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Buck --”

“Shut up, Rogers, don’t give me any of that super soldier bullshit. Get in the fucking tent.”

Rogers does and then Barnes starts undressing him. He touches the Captain like he owns him, not bothering to ask about this or that before he just does it and Rogers, well. Rogers lets him. It’s completely at odds with what they know about the man.

“You shouldn’t have shot him in the head,” Rogers says but he doesn’t sound angry. He sounds almost amused.

Barnes pauses to give him an incredulous look. “He fuckin’ stabbed you, Steve. What did you want me to do?”

“Try a kneecap next time.”

Next time.

Jesus, Dugan thinks. Rogers expects this to happen again.

Barnes grunts, assenting, as he carefully peels the uniform off the Captain’s injured shoulder and then shoves it down around his waist. Blood trickles down Rogers’ bare chest and Barnes uses the cleanest rag they currently have to wipe it away. He doesn’t leave Rogers alone until the rest of the team arrives–Morita dragging Jones, Dernier taking up the rear–and then he moves to stand behind Rogers, a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“He got stabbed,” Barnes says, short and angry. “Shoulder. Fix it.”

Jones blinks, surprised by the venomous tone, but nods and goes to work. There is a careful wariness in his movements as he goes to touch Steve, the barest of glances toward Bucky that ask for permission to touch and Barnes knows it because he nods his approval. Morita must have given them the quick and dirty of what happened.

As the wound is tended, Barnes’ fingers dig into Steve’s flesh and Steve reaches a hand up to soothe him.

That’s when they see it. It’s there and gone in a flash, a blink and you miss it twist of Steve’s wrist that gives them the show, but none of them actually miss it.

They glance at each other to make sure–Jones tilts his head to Dernier for just a second, Dernier to Morita and Morita to Dugan, Dugan to Falsworth–and then just as quickly, they all glance away.

JB, the tattoo on his wrists says--a mirror to Barnes’ own.

Well. At least Dugan knows who SR is now.

---

They bury the body in an unmarked grave and when they get back to camp, no one mentions the soldier they captured. It’s as if there never was one.

Barnes never does it again but he comes close enough that Dugan knows if it hadn’t been for Steve’s words, there’d be a lot more dead bodies left in their wake.

---

There’s a shadow over Barnes and there always has been. Dugan saw it the first time they met; past the pretty boy face and the charming smiles, darkness lurks. It didn’t matter much back in the beginning and it doesn’t matter much now.

Shadow or not, Barnes is a likable guy. He’s a good shot and a good soldier, tells good stories by the campfires, and he’s loyal to boot. Not just to Captain Rogers, either. He’s been loyal to his men since day one and he’ll do anything he can to see them through to the other side of whatever shit the Army puts them in.

That doesn’t change when Rogers comes along but there is a noticeable shift in priority. Barnes will always protect Rogers first and nothing anyone says is gonna change that. Dugan thanks his lucky stars every goddamn day that Rogers is a man who can take care of himself, otherwise the rest of ‘em might be fucked all to hell.

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Nobody is surprised when Steve crashes the plane. They’re just surprised he lasted as long as he did.

#moodymelanist #greenberg replies #the blood in my veins #my fic #wips that i never finished

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