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captn-james · 2 years

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The Walkman - Eddie Munson

Eddie finds one of your favorite cassettes in your Walkman and can’t help but imagine the music is dedicated to him. Eddie’s friends are determined to make sure he does something about it.

Words: 4.3k Tags: Eddie x fem!reader, jealous Eddie, meddling kids, fluff

Warnings: just explicit language

Note: Here is a shameless self-insert POV to heal the cracks in our hearts. This is an AU where everyone is SAFE and the Duffer Brothers aren’t inflicting sadistic pain on everyone. Eddie is a HUGE softie in this one but it’s what we deserve.

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Almost everyone that Eddie had ever met had expectations for him. Expectations for who he was, what he did, what he could accomplish. And, for the most part, he fit those expectations pretty well. A useless metalhead who spent more time focusing on “cultist” roleplaying games and drug dealing than trying to graduate high school. Truthfully, he did care about graduating, about making more friends, but it was always easier to play the part of the Freak than try and conform.

Sometimes, he wished he could be the guy that could pass a class without failing it first. He wished he could effortlessly make friends, even if he didn’t always get along with everyone. He wished he could walk down the hallway without being harassed by students younger than him. He wished he could admit that he wanted to pick up girls like Nancy Wheeler, or Chrissy Cunningham, not the older women who hit on him at the Hideout.

He wanted, more than anything, to be Steve Harrington. Especially right now.

You had moved across the state to Hawkins several months ago with your father, moving in just a few doors down from the Harrington residence. Your father worked at the same company as Steve’s father, and you two had grown quite close. Steve had introduced you to his friend Robin and drove you both to school most mornings. He had also made it a habit to walk you to your locker and your first class before leaving for work. Eddie’s locker was across from yours in the wide hallway, meaning he got to witness your flustered reactions to Steve’s banter almost every day for the past semester. He hated it, but it was like a bad car crash – he simply couldn’t look away. Sometimes he wondered if he purposely sought out his own misery.

You stood with your head rested against the locker next to yours, looking at Steve who spoke to you with his hand holding onto your open locker door, where you had taped up an old picture of Paul McCartney with heart stickers.

It was stupid, really. Eddie had no chance with someone like you, least of all when Harrington was making you blush and look down at your feet regularly. Of course it was Paul McCartney. And of course it was Steve Harrington.

Eddie was infatuated with you, everything about you, from the minute he laid eyes on you. The way you always found a way to wear yellow and make it look good. The way your hair curled back like Farrah Fawcett’s. The way your eyes scrunched up and your head tilted back when you laughed. Your cherry-red nails and pink-tinted lips from your strawberry chapstick. He knew your taste in music was ridiculous: Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Chicago, The Beatles. But he knew he would listen to all of it, every second, for the rest of his life if it meant spending time with you. He was fairly certain he could talk you into listening to some of his music – Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, - but thoughts like that just led to more unrealistic daydreams, and certainly daydreams he didn’t need to be thinking about during school hours.

Eddie watched as Steve leaned in and whispered something in your ear, tucking your feathered hair behind it softly. He was holding up a tape from your Walkman in his other hand, and your eyes went wide. You covered your mouth and giggled, and Eddie could have sworn that you glanced up at him for a fraction of a second. So quickly it was imperceptible. You playfully hit Steve on the arm and grabbed at the tape. He held it above your head and laughed at your feeble attempts to reach it until he eventually gave in and tossed it back to you. You quickly shoved the tape back into your Walkman and slid the headphones over your ears, flipping Steve off as he walked backwards towards the door, saying something neither you nor Eddie could fully make out, before turning and leaving. You rolled your eyes and began walking toward Eddie with a smile on your face, adjusting the headphones on top of your head. Eddie’s heart sped up and he held his breath softly until you turned and walked into a classroom. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

He could hardly focus during his first class, replaying that split second of eye contact that he wasn’t even confident was real. Was Steve making fun of him? Was Steve teasing you about him? Eddie thought of all the reasons he may have been part of that sickeningly sweet display this morning, all the ways he could have been mentioned. Most of the ones he could think of were not flattering or kind, but he had come to expect that from people like Steve.

Second period wasn’t any easier to focus. Why was your cassette important? Surely Steve wouldn’t be teasing you about your taste in music, would he? Eddie thought about what music it might be and why you snatched it from Steve’s hands so fast, looking around to make sure nobody had heard your interaction. Maybe that’s why you had looked at Eddie. Maybe it really had nothing to do with him, you were just making sure nobody was watching you and Steve. Classic Eddie, overthinking every interaction he had with you.

He would give anything to see what was in your Walkman, what you have been listening to all morning.

Today was Eddie’s lucky day.

As he walked into his third class of the day, the class from which you were just exiting, he noticed your Walkman sitting in the basket underneath the desk. It was unmistakably yours, with your name painted on the side in bright yellow letters. Normally, he would grab it and chase you down to give it to you. And he should, he really should, but his intrusive thoughts took over, and he found himself sitting in the seat, guarding the player with his life until the very end of class. He preoccupied his thoughts with what he thought would be in there, driving himself mad with thoughts of you listening to various different pop albums, dancing in your bedroom. What he wouldn’t give to see your bedroom, too.

Eddie cut off his thoughts and tried to focus on class, more for the distraction than anything. As soon as the bell rang, he slipped your Walkman into his bag before anyone could notice and made a beeline for the bathroom. He casually walked into an empty stall, locking the door behind him and dropping his bag to the floor. He took your Walkman out from the bag and pulled out the cassette, his heart racing.

Classics of the 50’s, of course. He wasn’t surprised in the least. He let out a small chuckle.

“The Teen Queens?” Eddie whispered. “This looks old as shit.” He rolled his eyes endearingly and popped the cassette back in, slipping the headphones over his ears.

The first track played, already a few seconds in.

Eddie my love, I love you so How I've waited for you you'll never know Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

Eddie couldn’t help the full-body blush that washed over him or the stupid grin than took over his face. It was ridiculous. There was absolutely no way you were listening to an old do-wop love song because it had his name in it. That wasn’t possible. You had to be listening to any number of other songs on this cassette, which he could tell you loved judging by the scratches on the front. He thought back to your quick glance this morning, and Steve’s teasing. He shook the thoughts from his head.

Either way, whether it was for him or not, he found himself pressing rewind and listening to the song roar back to life. He closed his eyes softly and imagined what your prom dress might look like a month from now, how crazy he would look next to you slow dancing to this, with your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist. What corsage he would get you. He felt himself slightly swaying, getting into the music, before his thoughts drifted to you dancing with Steve, with Jason Carver, with anyone more suited to have the honor of dancing with you. He tried to ignore the pestering thoughts when the next song kicked in, “So All Alone”.

How appropriate.

He rewound the tape and cut it off with a loud click. He heard the hallways come back to life with students headed to lunch. “Shit.” He said out loud. Now he had your cassette. Now he had to find some way to give it to you.

Eddie sat at the Hellfire table, turning a pretzel over and over between his two fingers. His head was tilted down as if he was contemplating the pretzel, but his eyes were looking up through his bangs towards where you sat next to Robin. He thought of your music still in his bag. He knew he should return it, but the longer he had it, the weirder it would be that he had kept it this long. The more people would probably think he planned on stealing it for good. He resolved to return it to you at the end of the day and mention that he had trouble finding you, that he didn’t have time, that he forgot he had it – any obvious lie to get him off the hook for listening to your tape without asking. For daydreaming while listening to your tape. In the empty bathroom. Without asking. He was a creep and there was no excuse, really, but he couldn’t help the stupid grin on his face when he thought about the song, about you listening to any song with his name associated with love. He thought about you calling him “my love”.

“Eddie? You home?” Dustin waved his hand in front of Eddie’s face, and it took Eddie a split second to break himself from his thoughts, the tips of his ears a deep red under his mop of hair. He realized he had been completely ignoring everything said to him throughout most of lunch, staring at you across the lunchroom with a dopey grin. Shit. He was definitely a creep.

Dustin followed Eddie’s line of sight over to your table and then looked back to Eddie with a furrowed brow.

“Y/N and Robin?” Dustin questioned quietly, but not quietly enough. Eddie’s eyes went comically wide and he snapped his head down to his lunch in front of him.

“Shut up you goblin.” Eddie scolded Dustin under his breath. The rest of the guys at the Hellfire table looked over, quite obviously, towards you and Robin.

“Don’t look you idiots!” Eddie turned to look at Jeff as if they were in conversation when you looked up.

“Isn’t she with Harrington?” Jeff pipes up after a moment, and Eddie’s foot finds his leg under the table, giving a swift kick.

“I just… I found her Walkman today in class and I haven’t had time to return it to her. I was just waiting for the right time.” Eddie admitted, looking at his friends, who clearly didn’t believe that was the only reason he was staring at you.

“Well, hey, if you need, I can just give it to her when Steve picks us up after school.” Dustin offered casually, but Eddie didn’t miss the glint in his eye. Eddie’s immediate reaction was to tell him absolutely not, that he wanted to give it to you. But he could tell Dustin was waiting for that response. Besides, the more he made a big deal about the cassette, the more Dustin would be curious and figure out Eddie’s internal crisis. So Eddie took a deep breath, plastered on his best indifferent face, and said “yeah okay, sure. Thanks man.” And went back to his pretzels. Dustin’s face fell slightly.

The second the last bell rang, Eddie nervously walked over to his locker. He knew Dustin would be there shortly to pick up your Walkman. Eddie didn’t want to give it up. He wanted to steal the cassette for himself and listen to it every day, pretending that you listened to it just for him. Out of all the girls he’d ever met at Hawkins High, or anywhere, really, you were the only one that had completely disrupted his life. You were the only one who could get him to buy strawberry chapstick, or consider that yellow might be his new favorite color. You were the only one who could get him to listen to anything without heavy metal guitair.

“Hey, Eddie.” Dustin called out as he approached Eddie’s locker. “Got Y/N’s Walkman?”

“Yeah, here.” Eddie said in a hushed tone. “Uh, Henderson, I’ve got a question.” Eddie continued. He hadn’t meant to say anything, but his intrusive thoughts were winning again, and he couldn’t handle not knowing the truth.

“Sure?” Dustin replied somewhat skeptically, looking up at Eddie with an eyebrow raised.

“Y/N and Harrington… Are they….” Eddie trailed off, giving a look to Dustin that read ‘you know what I mean’.

“Are they dating?” Dustin asked quietly, and Eddie could only manage a small nod. He kept his face as neutral as he could, but his heart was pounding in his chest. He could not believe he just asked that. He had much more confidence than he had any right to have.

“No.” Dustin said, and Eddie relaxed. “Not yet.” Eddie tensed again.

“You fuckin’ serious, Henderson?” Eddie whined, and Dustin laughed, taking the Walkman from Eddie. Eddie huffed and opened his locker, avoiding Dustin’s gaze. He tried to calm his breathing, hoping and praying that if he kept his cool, Dustin wouldn’t investigate further. It was an innocent question.

“I was just curious. It seemed like they were. And, well, you know Harrington.” Eddie mumbled in his defense, and Dustin rolled his eyes.

Dustin looked at Eddie unintentionally eyeing the Walkman he now held, with a look of desperation.

“You sure you just don’t want to give it to her?” Dustin asked, and Eddie furiously shook his head

“No, no. It’s better that you do it. She’ll probably think I stole it or something. Or did something weird to it.” Eddie reasoned.

“Well, did you?” Dustin asked, and Eddie blanched. He didn’t technically steal anything, and he didn’t technically do anything weird to the player. Right?

“Uh- N- No. Of course not. She just left it behind in class. She’s probably been looking for it all day.”

Dustin smiled, watching Eddie stare at nothing in his locker for a humorously long amount of time. Dustin silently popped the cassette out of the player, wondering what you had been listening to, and if this was somehow contributing to Eddie’s odd behavior. Sure, he always seemed like he had the hots for you, but today he was extra spacey and obvious.

“The Teen Queens?” Dustin asked out loud, and Eddie’s head immediately snapped over to look down at him. He grabbed for the tape but Dustin stepped out of the way.

“Eddie my love?” Dustin asked incredulously. “Holy shit! Steve was right!” Dustin laughed, and then looked up at Eddie, almost apologetically. Eddie froze completely in his desperation to snatch the tape out of Dustin’s grasp.

“Steve was right? About?” Eddie asked after a moment of silence. Dustin smiled but looked somewhat guilty, like he had said something he wasn’t supposed to.

“I’m so dead.” Dustin muttered as he tore out of the school towards Steve’s car.

“Henderson! Get your ass back here!” Eddie yelled as he ran after him, voice ringing through the hallway as their tennis shoes squeaked on the floor.

Running out to the parking lot, Eddie hot on his heels, Dustin slid the tape back into your Walkman and shoved it into Robin’s hands as he dove into Steve’s car, slamming and locking the door behind him. Eddie slowed down as he saw you approaching the car, and quickly smoothed out his hair, trying to act casual.

“Hey, look! Dustin found your Walkman.” Robin smiled, looking up at Eddie and holding your Walkman out towards you.

“Thank God! I was looking for it all day!” you sighed in relief.

“Important cassette in there. You better be careful.” Robin added, and your face turned a shade of red that Eddie had never seen before.

“You, uh, left it in class,” Eddie added, hoping to give himself some hero credit, but you just turned even redder. You sputtered out a thank you and climbed into Steve’s car, Robin following.

“Later Munson,” Steve called out as he pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Eddie standing there in disbelief. Was it true?

Eddie, my love

I love you so

Eddie was supposed to be doing something, anything productive, but instead he sat hand sewing a new patch to his vest while listening to the cassette repeatedly. It had been two days since he had found your Walkman. He spent the better part of his Friday evening searching high and low for a copy of the cassette, which he eventually found at a place a little closer to the city. The domesticity of it all was truly sickening, even Eddie could agree, but his heart was in an endless pattern of fluttering and dropping, thinking about the rare possibility you actually liked him.

Eddie was torn from his thoughts by the piercing ring of the phone. He rushed over, desperately grasping it from the wall to answer, hoping for some reason that it would be you. He heard familiar giggling on the other end, and he rolled his eyes.

“What do you want, shit for brains?” Eddie grumbled, but he was still smiling.

“Who are you and what happened to the real Eddie Munson?” the voice said on the other end. “Is everything okay?” she was joking but sounded slightly concerned.

“Yes, Max, everything is fine. Why?” Eddie questioned, and then realized he had been playing the music out loud with the windows open. Very open.

“Because it sounds like some grandma music in there,” Max replied before Eddie could try to defend himself.

“Mind your business,” Eddie muttered and clicked off the cassette. “Better?”

“Thank God. Play something more metal,” Max said, and then hung up the phone. Eddie rolled his eyes and switched the tapes to one he thought would be appropriate enough for Max.

The following Monday, Eddie couldn’t seem to keep his stomach from flipping as he stood by his locker, watching you and Steve have your morning chat. He was telling you something very adamantly, and you were shaking your head repeatedly. He saw you take your Walkman out of your backpack and his heart skipped.

You continued your light argument with Steve and eventually walked away, leaving him standing alone at your locker. To Eddie’s disappointment, it didn’t seem like a very serious argument, more friendly. He looked back quickly at his locker as if he hadn’t just been outright staring at the pair of you, but he felt guilty, immediately.

“Edward, let’s talk.” Eddie heard a voice from behind him and he jumped.

“Jesus, Robin. Don’t sneak up on people like that!”

“Ask her out. Please.” Robin said, though it sounded more like a demand than a request.

“Who?” Eddie questioned, playing dumb.

“You know exactly who I am talking about,” Robin deadpanned, and Eddie scrunched up his nose.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Robin sounded exasperated, closing her eyes.

“There’s no way she’d want me.” Eddie didn’t mean for it to sound so pathetic, but it did. And he had no idea why he was admitting anything to Robin, who was barely a friend of his at all.

“How do you know?” She asked curiously. Eddie could tell she was trying her best to be supportive, but all he wanted was for her to disappear.

“She’s so… I don’t know… Bubbly? Happy? Cute? I mean, she listens to 50′s classics–“ Eddie abruptly cut himself off.

“You DID snoop!” Robin’s mouth opened wide, and she jabbed a finger out at Eddie.

“I may have seen the tape... So?” Eddie defended.

“And then you bought the exact same one? That doesn’t sound like your style of music, Ed.” Robin added, sounding like she was an attorney questioning a witness, and Eddie stared at her. “I mean, 15 times, that’s quite a lot for one song.” She tried to keep her composure but she let out a little chuckle. It took Eddie a moment to register.

“That little shit! I’m boarding up her fucking window tomorrow!” Eddie groaned. There was no actual malice behind it, but Robin could tell he was becoming extremely embarrassed. Eddie wished he could crawl in his locker.

“Look, I’m not trying to torture you here. All I’m saying is, whatever you’re thinking about the song, you’re correct. And Steve is nowhere in the picture, at all. There are certain people at this school who don’t hate Eddie Munson, maybe even like him a little.” She shrugged and stared at Eddie, waiting for a response. She made no indication that she planned on leaving until he responded.

“Goddamnit. Okay!” Eddie said after a few uncomfortable moments of Robin’s eyes on him.

“Good,” she smiled and walked past Eddie into the classroom.

“Thanks, I guess,” Eddie muttered, though Robin didn’t hear him.

Eddie was going to wait until the end of the day, but he couldn’t stop the pounding of his heart, especially with Robin looking at him expectantly every time she saw him. He never realized how many times in a day he truly ran into Robin until now. He waited until he saw you stand up and clear your spot, exiting the lunchroom, before he made a move.

“Shit. Shit shit shit,” he muttered under his breath, standing up to follow you. When he stood up, Dustin gave him a questioning smile. Eddie sighed and nodded his head. Dustin turned to look at Mike, and Max a few tables away, who perked up and gave a thumbs up to Eddie. He needed friends his own age.

Eddie walked somewhat quickly out of the lunchroom and to the hallway, heading towards your locker. You stood there looking at something in a textbook, chewing a pencil in between your soft lips. Eddie’s breath stopped short.

“Uh, Y/N.” Eddie started, still standing several feet away from you. You turned around and gave him a warm smile.

“Yeah? What’s up?” you asked, shutting the textbook and setting it back in your locker.

“You left your Walkman yesterday in Mr. Hill’s class,” Eddie stated, walking closer.

“I’m aware,” you laughed, finding his awkwardness endearing.

“Oh, I know, uh, I was just saying that, uh, I’m sorry. I should have given it to you sooner, but I maybe took a peek inside to see what you were listening to. That wasn’t cool of me, I should have grabbed it and chased you down or something.” Eddie admitted, and your face turned white.

“You… saw my cassette?” you asked weakly, and Eddie nodded, smiling. He had a small burst of hope that Robin wasn’t completely lying to him.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s no Metallica, but it wasn’t bad,” Eddie shrugged. Your eyes went wide.

“You listened to it?” Your hands went up to cover the redness and heat of your cheeks.

“Well of course I did. I kind of like you, and I wanted to see what you listened to.” Eddie looked at something behind your head, because he knew if he looked at your flushed face and gaping mouth he would be too far gone to continue asking you out. After a brief moment of silence, he continued, feeling a surge of bravery.

“I don’t know if it’s too early or too late to ask this, I mean I’ve never really done it, I’ve never even actually gone but-“ Eddie began, then cut himself off to take a breath. “Would you want to go to Prom with me next month?”

Eddie had only meant to ask you for a dinner date, something small, but again, his thoughts won over. You sucked in a squeaky breath.

“Yes. I would love to.” A huge smile broke across your face, and Eddie almost couldn’t believe it. But, of course, he was willing to push his luck a little.

“And maybe, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, would you want to hang out sometime before then? Like this weekend?” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling hopefully.

“Hell yeah-“ you blurted out and your hand slapped over your mouth. “I mean, absolutely!” You and Eddie both laughed and you loosely wrapped an arm around him. He leaned down, his face suffocatingly close to yours, in the best kind of way.

Before either of you knew it, your lips were connected softly. Eddie’s heart raced. If only you weren’t right in the middle of the school hallway. You smiled into the kiss.

A few seconds in, the bell rang. Eddie expected you to jump away from him, to shy away from receiving physical affection from the Freak, but you kept your arms around him and placed a chaste kiss to both his cheeks as the hallway flooded with students heading back to class.

And Robin was right, there were people at this school that didn’t hate Eddie Munson, maybe even loved him.

#stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagines #i love the idea of writing neighbor!max and eddie #sorry this is so long #i havent written in such a long time I miss it so much #if I do a part 2 it will either be the events from your POV or an extension where you go to prom?#maybe #probably not

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sidekick-hero · 7 months

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on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs

(steddie | explicit | 2.8k | @kinktober2023 prompt 'titfucking' | AO3)

Summary: Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest. Okay, drop the a little.

Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest.

Okay, drop the a little.

It's just that Eddie never really had a thing for chests. He's always been an ass man, and Steve's is gorgeous, round and firm. Perfect for biting and squeezing and spanking, with the way it jiggled at the impact, showing off a delicious red imprint of Eddie's hand.

Sure, back in high school, Eddie may have ogled the swim team more than once. He definitely noticed Steve's strong back and smooth chest, imagined them between his legs more than once as he lay in bed late at night. He's only human, after all.

But the sight of it hadn't made him almost delirious with lust.

So why can't he control himself when he sees it now, in all its hairy glory?

They only started fooling around a few weeks ago, so everything they do is new and exciting to Eddie.

He still thinks that touching Steve's hairy tits will never get old. To be able to bury his face in that thick patch of hair, to rub his cheek against it. To lick at them and scrape his teeth over every tantalizing inch before focusing all his attention on Steve's dusky pink nipples until Steve is a quivering mess.

It will never get old to have Steve on his lap, humping his leg while Eddie gets him off with just his hands and his mouth on his tits.

If Steve has noticed his obsession, he hasn't said anything about it yet. But sometimes he gives Eddie this calculating look, like he's trying to solve a puzzle, and it makes him feel like he's under a microscope, his deepest, darkest desires dissected.

He wonders if Steve likes what he finds.

Because Steve has his own obsessions, and honestly, it makes Eddie feel a little better.

Steve has an oral fixation if Eddie has ever seen one. He has to have his mouth on Eddie all the time, biting, licking, sucking every inch of him that he can reach. Eddie's skin is a canvas of bruises and bite marks most of the time and it gets harder and harder to hide them. Steve also loves to have his mouth stuffed, to lie there with his head in Eddie's lap and Eddie's cock in his mouth. Just holding it, sucking on the head from time to time until Eddie can't take it anymore. Until he snaps and has to fuck Steve's throat.

Today, Steve decided to put his mouth on a new, uncharted part of Eddie's body.

During their make out session, Steve had urged Eddie to move up on his body as he lay on the bed, pulling him higher and higher. For a moment, Eddie had hoped that Steve wanted him to sit on that gorgeous chest, the thick hair tickling his balls and giving him the equivalent of a beard burn between his cheeks as he writhed on it. Maybe even with Steve sucking on his cock until Eddie was ready, until his balls were tight and he could coat Steve's face with his cum. His neck and perhaps, hopefully, his chest as well. His cum trickling down, catching in the fur covering Steve's tits and matting them as it dries.

But Steve has a different idea, because he wants Eddie to go higher, until Eddie has no choice but to get on his knees as he shuffles forward.

"On my face. I want you to sit on my face."

Eddie is very proud of himself for not coming right away.

"Are you sure?" He forces himself to ask, because as much as the thought turns his insides to molten lava, Steve's comfort is more important. He doesn't want him to do something just because he thinks Eddie wants him to.

The way Steve licks his lips with a look on his face that can only be described as ravenous tells Eddie that it's something Steve wants as well.

"Yeah, come on, I want to suck your balls so bad."

There goes his self-control. Grabbing the base of his leaking cock to keep himself in check, Eddie scrambles to his feet on the mattress. At Steve's questioning look, he tells him in a voice that's more breathless than he'd like to admit, "The other way around. I wanna touch you."

With that, Eddie turns and straddles Steve's face.

He's met with wet warmth, Steve's eager mouth open and waiting beneath him. His sack disappears into it and the heat rushing through him spreads from his groin up his chest and onto his face. Something about this position really gets to him, it seems.

He feels dirty and vulnerable, like he's exposing some secret part of himself to Steve. Like he's offering himself, hoping he's enough.

He seems to be, judging by the way Steve hungrily licks his balls, spit dribbling out and wetting the skin of his thighs, his taint, the crease of his groin. With his mouth full and his nose pressed against Eddie's taint, Eddie begins to worry about how he's even breathing. That's why he lifts himself back up onto his knees and carefully pulls out his heavy balls.

The protesting whine that comes from Steve at the loss will haunt Eddie in the best possible way.

"'m sorry, but as much as I love the enthusiasm, I was worried you were going to choke to death. And not in a sexy way. I mean, it would be in a sexy way, but it wouldn't be sexy, and I have no idea what I'm saying, so I'm going to stop talking now."

Steve huffs under him, tickling the wet skin of his balls, making his cock twitch, and why the hell did Eddie stop? If Steve wanted to choke Eddie, who was he to deny him?

Maybe he did it because he really likes having Steve in his life, breathing and nagging and teasing in a way that keeps Eddie coming back for more almost every day. Makes him want to be sweet, even when they're doing the nasty.

Maybe Eddie stopped because he was in love with Steve and wanted to be sure that Steve enjoyed himself as much as Eddie did.

"How are you even real?" Steve asks, his voice thick before Eddie hears him swallow the excessive spit in his mouth. "Did you really just stop me from sucking your balls? Because I might choke?"

He sounds so incredulous it makes Eddie's hackles rise. "I'm sorry for caring, it won't happen again," he almost snarls, trying to stand up all the way, only to be stopped by Steve's strong arms wrapping around his thighs from below.

"Would you... That's not what I meant. God, Robin's right, I had to fall for someone even more obtuse than me. I was trying to -"

"Fall for?" Eddie rudely interrupts whatever Steve is about to say. He doesn't care because his mind is stuck on those two words. Again he tries to stand up, to turn around and look at his face, but Steve's arms are like vices around his legs. Normally he loves how strong those arms are, but right now he's cursing them.

"Of course you'd focus on that," Steve sighs in defeat, and Eddie feels like they've skipped a few chapters in the book, from entering Moria straight to Gandalf the White.

"Uh, yeah, because just a few minutes ago you had my balls in your mouth, and then you were mocking me, and now you... you say that! While I'm still sitting on your fucking face. So forgive me for being confused."

Despite fighting a monster in another dimension, this may be the most surreal moment of his life.

Still hiding his face against Eddie's ass, Steve groans. "We wouldn't be in this situation if you'd just let me eat you out like I wanted to. But you had to go and be all sweet and caring and a total dork, so you can't really blame me for being in love with you, okay?"

Steve Harrington has just confessed his love to him while Eddie sits buck naked on his face, his hairy balls just inches from his gorgeous mouth.

He's not sure if this is the absolute best or worst story to be told at their wedding.

Not ready to spring his wedding plans on Steve just yet, Eddie settles for another confession. "The only thing I love more than your glorious hairy chest is you, so I guess you can't blame me for trying to be sweet, okay?"

It's not the most romantic declaration of love, nothing about it screams Hollywood romance. But it screams them, Steve and Eddie, in all their perfectly aligned asymetries.

"I knew you were obsessed with my chest, you're like that Gollum guy with his stupid ring every time I take my shirt off," Steve complains in mock indignation, the tension finally breaking and Eddie can't help but laugh, his hole body shaking with it.

"God, I love you, Steve Harrington."

Steve's dull nails dig into the flesh of his thighs at the words and something shifts in the air again. Suddenly he's being pushed from behind, still crouched on his haunches, shuffling forward until he's no longer sitting on Steve's face, but on his upper chest. Steve's collarbone digs into the flesh of his upper thigh and ass, his cock, still almost fully hard, hovers over the object of his obsession: the thick patch of hair between Steve's tits.

When Steve's voice comes from behind him, Eddie can hear the smile in it. "I figured we both deserve to get what we want. I eat you out and you can fuck my chest. What do you say?"

Eddie's cock twitches at Steve's words, at the thought of finally being able to rut against the coarse fur, of being allowed to fuck Steve's tits while having Steve's infamous mouth on him. "I say I don't deserve you. Can't believe you let me do this."

"Not exactly a hardship. Can't wait to taste you." The words are soft, almost sweet.

No more words follow, just Steve gripping his thighs for leverage as he lifts his head and places his broad, wet tongue against Eddie's hole. Eddie jerks at the sensation. It feels like a bolt of lightning running up his spine and down again to pool hotly in his groin. His cock is fully hard again, twitching at the way Steve's tongue laps over the sensitive rim, catching at the opening every now and then, teasing the tip to slip inside.

The sounds falling from his mouth are loud and he tries hard to stifle them. Not because he's ashamed, or because anyone might hear (not here in Steve's big and empty house), but because he doesn't want to miss the fucking filthy sounds Steve makes as he eats him out. Slurping and grunting like a man possessed. He had heard the legends about Steve Harrington's mouth, probably everyone at school had, but he thought the stories were greatly exaggerated.

They were not.

For a long moment, Eddie can't help but take it, sitting pliantly on Steve's chest as his soul is sucked out of his body through his asshole. It's only when Steve chuckles against the wet and sensitive skin he's all but mauled with that mouth of his that Eddie is jolted out of his horny stupor.

"My chest no longer does it for you, Munson?" Steve teases. Smug asshole, Eddie thinks, but when he looks down at his neglected cock he finds it straining at him, an angry red and so fucking wet for Steve. There's already a puddle of pre-cum in Steve's chest hair and the sight of it makes him groan. His hips buck of their own accord and he angles them down to push his cock right through the mess he has already made.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Fuck my tits, I know you want to. How long you been thinking about it, huh?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie moans, loud and reedy. His hips stutter back and forth between Steve's eager mouth and the delicious friction against his cock.

"Fucking forever. Wanted to do this on the fucking boat when you pulled your shirt off and showed us your hairy tits. Monster or no monster, all I could think about was getting you on your back and pushing your tits together so I could fuck between them."

Eddie is so turned on by everything they're doing that his mouth is running away from him, spilling all his secrets, all his dirty fantasies. Steve eats them all up, licking them out of his ass and chasing them with his cock as it humps the air. Eddie vows to put his mouth on it as soon as he comes.

"Then what the hell are you waitin' for? Go on. Take it. Want you to."

It's all the invitation Eddie needs and he leans forward to grab Steve's tits and squeeze them together like he'd dreamed. The new angle allows Steve's tongue to go even deeper and just as Eddie begins to slide his wet cock between the hard flesh, Steve adds a finger to his tongue. Eddie knows he won't be able to last long, but it doesn't matter.

Steve loves him.

Him.

He's sure they'll do this again. Many times, if he had his way.

The friction of fucking between Steve's tits is amazing. They're not big or anything, but with the coarse hair scratching the sensitive head and the hard muscles pressing against his shaft, it's just... perfect. He wonders if he could write a song about this. Thinks he should. Steve's tits deserve a song.

The movement of his hips becomes more erratic as Eddie chases his climax, spurred on by the way Steve all but devours him. He's up to two fingers now, the glide eased only by his spit, and it burns so good, the way he spears Eddie open to shove his tongue between his fingers. Keeping him open, exposed.

Eddie has never felt more vulnerable. More loved.

The hair on Steve's chest is soaked with Eddie's sweat and pre-cum, and his cock is almost scratched raw. He always knew he was a freak, and the way he delights in the pleasure-pain of it all proves him right. He doesn't care, it doesn't matter.

Because Steve loves him.

It's that thought that makes him clench hard, a telltale sign that he's about to break. It's the way Steve twists his fingers just right inside him and bites his cheek that makes the coil inside finally snap, and he’s spilling in messy spurts all over Steve's chest, his hairy belly. A few drops even land on Steve's own cock and he moans behind Eddie at the sensation.

It feels like Eddie is coming forever, until his legs shake and tremble and his moans turn to whimpers.

Even as he tries to catch his breath, he notices how Steve keeps squirming and bucking, like he's chasing his own release but can't find the friction he needs. Eddie is happy to help, even though his shuffle forward looks like a young giraffe trying to take its first steps and he lands face first and with a loud huff on Steve's belly.

There it is, right in front of him, the glistening head of the most perfect cock Eddie has ever seen. Not that he's seen many, but he's sure that none looks as beautiful, as thick and veiny as Steve's. He takes the head in his mouth and begins to suck, little kitten licks at the slit before swirling his tongue around it. Opening his mouth and flattening his tongue, he sinks down on it, taking Steve deep into his throat.

Steve might not be the only one with an oral fixation.

He would be lying if he said it did not fill him with warmth and pride that this is all it takes for Steve to spill down his throat, already so wound up from having his tongue and fingers inside Eddie while Eddie fucked his tits.

Eddie pulls away from Steve's cock as it shoots down his throat. He lets it slip free, adding Steve's cum to the puddle that's already on Eddie's stomach.

Gathering all his strength, he swings himself off Steve and onto the mattress next to him. But instead of lying down, he leans over the mess he just made and begins to lap it up. Above him, Steve moans, exhausted and turned on in equal measure, judging by the sound of it. His cock gives a valiant twitch and Eddie wishes he could get hard again so quickly.

But he can't, so he leans over to Steve and feeds him their mixed cum with his tongue, looking forward to the next time they do this.

Judging by the way Steve's big hands roam up and down his back, pulling him down onto his body as he moans into Eddie's mouth at the taste of them, it won't be long at all.

God, Eddie loves him.

#steddie #steddie smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #eddie x steve #my writing #nsft

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navnae · 1 year

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For the past few months Steve has been going on and on about a girl he’s seeing, well that’s what he told his parents. Steve didn’t really know how to tell his parents that he liked men and women while also having a metal head boyfriend as well. It seemed like a lot for him to tell them in one day but eventually he had to.

“Steve you’re making me nervous.” Eddie said while watching his boyfriend walk back and forth in his trailer. He understood for some people that their families weren’t supportive of how they live their lives and who they live it with. Eddie never had to deal with that because his uncle supported him no matter what and treated him the same way. Steve on the other hand was new to being in a steady relationship and dating a guy for the first time, Eddie had to let him deal with it all the best way could find.

“I’m sorry,” Steve stopped in front of Eddie who was sitting on the couch. He had all these images in his head about what could happen when he finally tells them. What will they think? What would his dad think? He quit basketball a few years earlier and that really pissed him off for awhile, Steve could only imagine the insults about how he wasn’t participating in sports because he became a “sissy” or he was influenced by kids at school. “I just want them to support me, support us.”

“Hey. Come here.” Eddie pulled Steve onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist giving him a tight squeeze in the process. Eddie caressed the side of Steve’s cheek, a light pink appearing on them. He something in Steve that he’s never seen before and it made his chest tighten. Fear was all over Steve’s face with tears forming in his eyes.

“Eddie, what if they hate me or tell me that I’m a mistake? I don’t think I can handle-“ Steve started to ramble and the tears just came running down his face. He started breathing heavily as his thoughts completely consumed him. Eddie pulled him closer and let him lay his head on his chest. He gently brushed Steve’s hair with his fingers trying to calm him down.

“Everything is going to be ok. They’re still going to love you Steve, look at me.” Eddie lifted Steve’s head so their eyes met. His big brown eyes were filled with tears and he struggled to keep eye contact.

“And if they don’t that’s on them. I love you and nothing or no one is going to change that.” Eddie spoke softly. Steve started to calm down a little after being reassured by Eddie’s words. Maybe he was overthinking everything and his parents would love him still. Steve admired Eddie’s delicate nature when he comforted him. He tucked a strand of loose hair behind Eddie’s ear and took in all of the beauty of his boyfriend.

“What did I do to deserve you.” Steve said softly while tracing over Eddie’s tattoos that were on his arm. Eddie took Steve’s hand and placed it near his mouth to give it small kisses.

“Being your authentic self made me fall for you and I’m not sure I’ll ever stop.” Eddie leaned in and captured Steve’s lips. They kissed each other slowly, letting their movements stay at a gentle pace. It felt like the first time when they kissed during a firework show during the Fourth of July. A spark began between them that day and they’ve been together ever since, truly young love.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too.”

Today was the day that Steve was going to tell his parents about his relationship with Eddie. He prepared himself for the worst that could happen and Eddie scolded him about doing so. They got dressed for the evening to have dinner with Steve’s parents. Eddie thought it would be a good idea to be present when Steve explained to his parents about their relationship.

Steve thought it would’ve been better if it happens gradually but Eddie said there wouldn’t be a better time then to do this now. It felt like ages when when Steve finally pulled up to his parents house and he saw the house lights on. Eddie held his hand, squeezing it tightly to reassure him again that everything will be alright.

Both of them walked towards the front door hesitating on who should knock first. Steve was the one to knock since he was going to be the one doing most of the talking. The door opened and Steve’s dad was the first person Steve had to deal with first. His dad had a confused look on his face before quickly giving a small smile to both boys.

“Long time no see son.” Steve’s dad joked but it was obvious that he was trying to understand the situation at hand. He wanted to say more to Steve, instead he silently let both of them inside the house. Steve noticed the way his dad was looking at Eddie and his stomach was already turning with fear. His mom swiftly entered the living room making the vibe kind of brighter. She hugged Steve so tight that he didn’t think that she would ever let him go.

“My baby boy, I’ve missed you so much. Oh… excuse my manners, hello.” Steve’s mom reached her hand out to shake Eddie’s hand. Eddie shook her hand and showed a charming smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eddie.” Eddie introduced himself. He didn’t show any signs of nervousness around Steve’s parents and that made Steve feel better about tonight. She kept her smile but now she was the one with a confused look on her face.

“Steve you didn’t tell us you were bringing a friend.” Steve’s mom said in a sweet tone even though those words weren’t meant to be. His dad chimed in almost immediately after looking somewhat angry.

“We said this was going to be a family night. You’re mother prepared a meal that would only be able to feed me, her, you and your girlfriend that you said you were bringing.” Steve’s dad made sure to glare at Eddie as he spoke. Steve knew it was time to step in because he refused to let his dad try to make Eddie feel bad in any type of way.

“There was a change of plans because,” Steve paused to look at his parents and Eddie. His heart was beating so fast as he prepared what he was going to say. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Steve’s parents were shocked to hear him say that. Steve hated that he lied to them for so long but he was trying to find the appropriate time to tell them. Eddie looked at Steve and gently rubbed his back, ignoring the looks that his parents were giving him.

“For awhile I was dating someone and it was never “the perfect girl” that you guys imagined, instead I met the perfect boy,” Steve held Eddie’s hand while trying to ease his nerves.

“Mom, dad, I have a boyfriend and he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Steve finally got the words out of his mouth. He felt his body get lighter after being able to express his feelings after several months of hiding them. Eddie was proud of Steve for doing something so major even though it scared him to death and he didn’t know what the outcome was going to be.

Steve’s parents are silent for awhile as they looked at their son and his boyfriend that they were just finding out about. Steve’s mom walked over to Eddie and pulled him into an embrace. She started to tear up as she held him in her arms.

“Thank you for making baby happy.” She whispered so only Eddie could hear. Eddie wasn’t an emotional guy but right now he wasn’t too far from tearing up either. She pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“You’re not mad?” Steve asked her just like he was a child. She laughed at his cuteness and shook her head. He hugged his mom tightly when she got closer. She kissed the top of his forehead once they separated. Steve was feeling good until he realized that his dad hadn’t said anything for the past few minutes. Steve’s dad walked towards him and lolled at him. Steve wasn’t in the mood to argue but if he had to he wasn’t going to back down.

“Steve,” he began to speak with a serious tone. Steve waited for the insults to come out and disrupt the peace. He clenched his fist as his dad stood in front of him.

“If that’s all can we please eat the food now I’m starving.” Steve’s dad joked and gave him a pat on the back. Eddie and Steve looked at each other being completely speechless. His dad sat at the kitchen table and started to eat. “Hey guys! The food is still warm, let’s have a nice family dinner shall we.”

“Told you.” Eddie pulled Steve in for a kiss and they went into the kitchen a joined his parents for dinner.

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starrystevie · 1 year

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steve harrington, luxury hotel heir, who wants nothing to do with the family empire. steve who remembers running away from every hotel he was dragged to as early as his memories allow, who stood in the lobbies and screamed until his throat was raw and his mother was so embarrassed she would take him outside.

he grows up knowing it’s in his cards to take everything over once he gets old enough and he despises it. the very idea of being in charge of the hotel chain has his skin crawling, electricity humming through his veins, makes the joint in his jaw constantly tense. rebelling isn’t really an option, not unless he wants to be kicked to the curb, so steve fights back in the smallest ways possible. he grows his hair a little too long, he wears his muddy reebok sneakers with his fancy suits at dinner parties, he snorts out a laugh with a roll of his eyes when his father introduces him as the future of the company.

it all gets to be too much. when steve, freshly 24 and old enough to take on more responsibility, tells his father that he won’t do it, that he won’t be a pawn in their game anymore, he gets cut off. credit cards canceled, fancy loft apartment lease forcibly broken by his father, access to the garages of bmws and mercedes taken away. he could get it all back, return to the ice of luxury he always knew, only if he could prove to his father that he could be a leader the company is proud of.

which is how steve finds himself working at the front desk at a smaller property of theirs in a place that should be named bumfuck, indiana. it’s the only hotel in town, which keeps them steadily busy with a bustling lobby bar and restaurant, as they’re the only lodging for out of town guests. he hates it, hates being confined behind the desks he’d look at with disdain as a kid in uncomfortable slacks and button downs that mirror his uniform now. he has to smile and schmooze and works off upgrade commissions and force himself to not stare off into space during the slow hours, imagining a life that could have been.

he’s been working there a little over a month when summer hours start and the lobby band comes back for the busy nights. it’s nothing exciting, a jazz band of sorts complete with a sax, but their guitarist catches his eye. he’s all long hair and smirks, leather and boots, and exactly the type of person mommy and daddy harrington would lose their minds over. he’s a way of rebelling all on his own in a gorgeously perfect package.

steve catches his eye as they’re setting up next to the bar for the night. the wink he confidently flashes causes the guitarist to stumble a bit before sending back a wave and a shy grin of his own, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. there’s a phrase rattling around in the back of his head, something about not mixing work and play, but all steve can think of is tangling their fingers and pressing a kiss to the man’s temple before running away wherever together with his father’s angry face fading away behind them.

it’s too tempting of an idea not to try, especially when the guitarist keeps looking at steve with the same look he’s sure to be giving him. especially when they’re both ducking their heads with upturned lips only to glance back up and have their eyes meet again and again. especially when he comes over to the desk after the band's first set and slides a piece of paper with a name and phone number over to steve dotted with x’s and o’s and a smiley face.

and the thing that bothers steve the most is that something amazing could come out of this whole mess and he'd owe it to his father for giving it to him. he's still going to try, though, especially because some hotel band guitarist named eddie is smiling at him like that.

#this may or may not be inspired by one of my fav rp ocs #and I could easily be convinced to turn this into a bigger fic #this also was written very fast and very haphazardly with a lot more that i'd want to expand on so sorry if it makes no sense #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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have you done 5 for eddie yet?

athena i have not! here you go :)

intertwining your fingers __

When you ask Eddie to the movies for your third date you don't think he'll say yes. You are pretty sure he liks you -- he blushes near constantly when you look at him and his eyes follow you around like a target, but...he hasn't kissed you yet. You wonder if he's decided you aren't worth the trouble, just a pretty face with no substance.

But he's been eager to see you again and suggests Aliens when you ask and despite hating horror movies and having skipped the first one, you agree. Maybe he'll let you tuck into his side during the scary bits. And here you are -- jumping what feels like every scene, your hand squeezing Eddie's knee far too hard. His arm is around you and every time you look at him you can see the pink dusting his cheeks at your closeness.

A particularly frightening jump scare sends your face into his shoulder and he pries your hand from his leg to intertwine your fingers.

"Gonna give me bruises," he whispers. "Not exactly the kind I imagined, sweetheart."

That gets a soft laugh out of you that's covered by Sigourney Weaver's screams, the pet name making your cheeks heat. Maybe he does like you the way you've hoped. You don't even bother looking at the screen, opting to take a deep breath of Eddie instead -- cigarettes, motor oil, and something lighter, softer. His palm is warm and his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"Hey," he says against the shell of your ear. "Lemme distract you." You pull away from his shoulder find him so close that your noses brush. You have a belated realization that this is why he sat you all the way in the back of the theater. But he just lingers for a second, breath hot on your lips as your eyes flutter close.

"Okay," you say, just in case he's waiting for your go-ahead. It seems to be the right move because the arm around you tightens a little and then you're kissing. Eddie kisses you through the final act of the movie, through the explosions and the screaming. He kisses you until the lights come on.

He pulls away once they do and glances around sheepishly to see if anyone caught you but no one seems to care. You're feeling a little dazed and Eddie looks a little mussed himself, adjusting his pants when he thinks you're not looking before he drags you out of your seat, all glassy eyes and messy hair.

"Hungry?" he asks. You nod, brain catching up with how happy you are, and he just winks and brings your still-entwined hands to his mouth to kiss your pulse point.

It's safe to say he likes you.

kiss prompts for eddie or steve baby blurbs

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #blurb #emma's asks #my sweet pals #athena 🌸

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oracleofapollon · 2 years

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visiting bf!steve one day and seeing him in a crop top for the first time.

he acts casually, doesn't mention his new piece of clothing at all. and steve's as sweet as always; he kisses your cheek, takes your bag, makes you your favorite drink. always asks about your day - he quietly murmurs when agreeing with you or softly chides you when you're being too harsh on yourself.

and he's truly perfect for you. no one's ever made you feel this understood, heard, or cared for.

but his soft tummy is all you can this about right now; the way it looks like when he bends, and how the light pink scars adorn his sides, and, god, his happy trail is visible. dark hair disappear into his slightly rolled down sweatpants, the beginning of his v line exposed. it's so hard not to stare, so hard not to let your imagination show you just where the coarse hair lead to.

your internal fight to keep looking into his eyes must be extremely obvious as steve doesn't stop smirking. and when during chopping some vegetables for dinner he starts stretching, top riding even higher, muscles flexing deliciously? you know he's doing it on purpose.

and you're not strong enough to survive more of his teasing.

so on your way out of the kitchen you drop a joking "slut" his way, and all you hear in response is his boyish laugh, victorious and warm, and you've never been more in love.

#might write a fic out of this #bc.... steve.........#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington fluff #stranger things steve #stranger things x you #stranger things self insert

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thorniest-rose · 1 year

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............ okay now im continuing to have thoughts about gareth and eddie

watching basketball practice or games, lurking under the bleachers, muttering to each other as steve harrington bounces around the court, all lean, slim arms and pretty thighs and bouncing hair and of course that round ass of his. imagining sneaking into the locker room after the game or practice, one of them behind him and the other in front as they corner him in the shower.

and like ,, eddie doing his tabletop speeches and declarations but he keeps slipping in reference to pretty princess steve, to the pretty golden boy, to the way he'd absolutely look so pretty on his knees. they're little lines but they confuse the fuck out of steve, who blushes and thinks about it late at night. and eddie doesn't care if the jocks all call himself a f*g when he does. gareth, less theatrical than eddie but the lyricist of the band; starts slipping steve little notes during class or into his locker. lines abojt mole-freckled skin and pink mouths and a pretty boy with a fuck-me mouth / on his knees begging let me suck you down.

oh my god??? Okay, obsessed with the idea of the two of them watching Steve as he plays basketball. Just know they'd love it, seeing Steve stripped down to his little team uniform, or at practice when he's just in his shorts and peels his t-shirt off when he gets too hot. The two of them practically drooling at the sight of his gleaming freckled chest. They probably steal the t-shirt when he's not looking, take it back to Eddie's so they can smell his sweat on the material and pass it between them to jerk off with it.

But omg I love the idea of them talking to him when they're at school too. Eddie always the more confident and daring one, getting right up into Steve's space when he's alone and calling him "pretty boy", telling him how darling he looks, how precious, laying it on so thick because it's funny and Steve blushes so sweet. From embarrassment and maybe because he likes it just a little.

Gareth, the quieter and more sensible of the two, doesn't think they should be talking to Steve at all, or drawing attention to the two of them, because one of these days they're gonna get beaten up by Steve's asshole jock friends, but Eddie can't help himself, he loves it when Steve's giving them attention even if it means he's annoyed. But Gareth also can't help staring at Steve, and like you said omg, leaving little notes for him?? Lyrics?? He never puts his name on them but watches from a distance when Steve finds them tucked between the pages of his books, and even though he frowns and goes pink, he never throws them in the trash either and Gareth loves the thought of Steve taking them home and maybe putting them on his bedside table where he can read them before he goes to sleep. Wonders if maybe Steve touches himself after reading them, all flustered from the praise and pretty words, and gets so hard thinking about it he has to go to the boys' bathroom and find an empty cubicle so he can jerk off. Something Eddie makes fun of him endlessly for doing, as if Eddie's not doing exactly the same.

#asks #steddie #steve x gareth

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imagine robin and steve still working at scoops ahoy and nancy comes in and picks the hardest ice cream to scoop and robin is Struggling but is determined to give the cute girl with pretty eyes her damn ice cream !!!!!

Robin had seen her come in. They locked eyes for one moment, and Robin saw her smile and wave a wordless hello. She saw her get in line, still smiling, all dressed up for her job. The dress she wore, white with tiny blue patterns striped down from the neckline to the skirt, a belt accentuating her waist, brought out her pearly blue eyes, like a lighthouse churned to life during the night.

She had tried to focus on doing her job, which was listening at other human beings order the ice cream they desired and simply using her iron scooper to ball it up and slick it onto cones. That was it, yet she kept fumbling through each order as though they were holding a gun to her head.

When Nancy came up to the register, it felt like she was pointing a blazing bazooka at Robin.

"Hey," she creaked, quickly clearing her throat of its nerves. "What can I get you started with today?"

"Uhm." Nancy glazed over the flavors, fingers pressed up against the glass barrier, bottom lip between her teeth and her eyelashes blocking the light of her eyes. Robin smacked her chest over her heart to scare it into silence. It didn't work.

Nancy looked pretty. She looked like a porcelain doll whose cheeks were dusted pink and her hair was puffed to frame her face to each angle. Rose perfume wafted off her like an aura. She might as well have come walking in cradling an entire bouquet of freshly-picked reds.

A princess in a sailor-themed ice cream parlor.

"How about," Nancy began, cuffing her wrist in her fist, "Rocky Road? Haven't tried that in years..." she added under her breath, flicking her focus back over to Robin.

Poor bird could have burst right then and there. With her mouth hung open, disguising her utter horror by perking the corners of her lips, she detached her eyes from Nancy's and dropped them on the untouched tub of brown, chock-full of chocolate and almond bits, freckled with marshmallows ice cream and immediately felt her gut cave in on itself.

Shit.

"Uh, totally. Let me just..." Robin fought her phalange muscles to wrap around the scooper's grip and unhooked it from its holster. Her gloved hand pointed at either a cone or a cup, Nancy gestured with her lips to the cone. Robin plucked one from the tower and warily dug the claw of the scoop into the thick Rocky Road.

Robin hated Rocky Road for only one reason: it was a damn thing to scoop. It had Rocky in the name for a reason. Bits and chunks acting as actual forks in the road. She often felt obliged to use both her arms to haul one boulder of it, but humiliating herself never did sound worth it. Especially when the prettiest girl was right in front of her, staring politely and grinning beautifully.

This is what I get for skipping gym class, she thought, jerking the scooper so the claw sunk deep inside. Right then she knew a piece of chocolate would impede the process, so she quickly hooked it deeper until the chocolate snapped and she was given way to pave the road.

When she began pulling the scooper towards herself, she was grateful for the gloves. Her palms had sweated like a glass of water left out under the sun, but the plastic of the gloves kept her grip firm on the handle. She heaved, and just as she was getting the hang of it, a piece of almond broke off the steady drive and the scoop derailed. Robin rapidly hitched the claw back and continued, cursing herself and turning a shade too red to dismiss as feeling too hot inside an ice cream parlor, successfully attaining a half-pretty ball of Rocky Road.

When she prepared to hand it over to Nancy, mentally congratulating herself for not fracturing her wrist bone, the girl stopped her.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say I wanted two scoops."

Shit.

Robin might as well have actually fractured her wrist bone. She went in for another scoop, digging the claw in beside the other chasm of missing ice cream, and began again.

This time, she trembled. She had refused to look at Nancy before, but now she could feel the girl's stare on her as her entire arm started to tremor. If she was shaking due to the strength she was exerting, the nerves biting her veins, or both, she couldn't tell.

Steve would make fun of her for this later. She was sure he was staring from the break room.

It didn't help that she let out an unwilling breath of exhaustion when she finally got the other scoop.

"Uhm, here! That's—That'll be three-fifty, please." Robin handed Nancy the cone without looking, feeling a hot wave travel up her body like a late afternoon shadow. She stuttered on the register when Nancy handed her a five dollar bill.

"Thank you, Robin," said Nancy, and this time Robin did look up. The girl was smiling a terribly bright smile that might have burned Robin's retinas if she stared too long.

"No problem, Wheeler. Enjoy your ice cream." Robin forced down whatever frog was about to make her croak. She grinned, Nancy nodded, but she didn't leave.

She opened her mouth and said: "I think I'll start taking Steve's advice more often."

Robin knitted her brows, confused. "What?"

"He'd said that I'd get a good show out of you if I came in and ordered Rocky Road," and she said this smiling again, licking the ice cream beginning to trickle down the cone.

"He told you to—"

"I think I'll come around again tomorrow," she said, cutting off a red-faced Robin. "It was cute watching you struggle." She left then, closing Robin's fist filled with change and grabbing a few extra napkins.

Robin didn't know how long she had stood there behind the register, echoing the word cute in her brain until it felt like it was the only word she had ever heard come out from anyone's mouth. When Steve came around and slung an arm over her shoulders, she had enough mental capacity to say: "Fuck you. I owe you one."

Hope this is what you had in mind! I enjoyed writing this one.

#ronance #heron's writing

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year

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Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Pairing: Steddie x plus!size reader

A/N: Okie Dokie. I'm feeling inspired. I know the last part wasn't real smutty. However, I feel like a lot of Steddie fics never really start at the beginning of the relationship. Thanks for reading and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. So without further Ado. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I also watched breaking dawn when I was writing this. So it might have come through.

Warnings: 18+ Smut, sexual implications, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male and female receiving), language, pet names like a mofo, angst, fluff, after care, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: How you ended up with not 1 but 2 boyfriends is beyond you. Why Eddie and Steve are into your thickness is strange but, they make you feel like a queen.

Part 2

Your very first date was with Steve. You were actually very nervous. You have been talking to him and Eddie on the phone for 2 weeks. But you haven't seen them since the night at the diner. Steve worked and went to the local college trying to get ahead of his school work. Eddie worked at the auto shop during the summer. And you. You spent the days with Liz and nights she would talk you into going out. You would go with her a few times a week. But you much rather talk to Eddie and Steve.

Every day that week she brought a guy home. You had moved your suitcase out of her room now making the couch your permanent bed. It was okay though. It was really comfy. You imagined this is what it would be like if you and Liz were roommates. Her parents were on vacation in Italy this summer so it was just you and her for the entire summer. Well you her and some random dude. You spent a good portion of the nights talking to Eddie. He was always up late despite him having to go to work early the next morning. He really liked the tea you gave him but if he drank it he wouldn't be able to talk to you.

You liked Eddie more than you cared to admit. He was really similar in the ways that surprised you. His kindness was a total contrast to his rough exterior. He was honestly very sweet. Since you were getting close to Eddie so fast Steve felt out of the loop. That's why they decided for you to go out with him first. So you could get to know him. And you really wanted to know Steve.

There was just a thing about him. His confidence. The way he walked. He just seemed like every girl's dream guy. But there was something deeper there. Something beyond his charm and good looks. And you couldn't wait to find out what it was.

You let Liz help choose an outfit for that Friday night. You guys went to the mall and she showed you so many sun dresses. She tried to get you to get a baby pink one but she settled for a black one with sunflowers on it. It was a strapped dress that fell just past your knees. She had picked out some cute strappy wedges to go along with the dress. To be honest you thought you looked really nice in it. That was until your arms stood out like a sore fucking thumb. Liz saw your face in the mirror and hugged you.

" Babes, common. You look so pretty. "

You blinked the tears away. "I'm sorry Lizzy. You know how I get."

" Yes I do. So stop it. You are beautiful. And Steve's gonna love you in it."

" I think I'm gonna grab a sweater."

Liz frowned but knew it was something that would make you feel better. So she went to get you a cardigan that matched the color of the flowers. When you were getting ready for the date she did your hair. She put it half up and half down and curled it a little. She tried to put on makeup on you but all you let her get away with was mascara and lipstick. She wanted you to wear red but you said it was too much. That Steve wouldn't recognize you. So she put on something a little closer to your natural lip color. You rubbed your lips together and popped them.

" Okay I'm ready."

You chewed the inside of your cheek waiting for him outside. You hoped he liked how you looked. You wanted to smoke so bad. But you didn't want the smell of it to over power your perfume. So you stood there picking at your nails when he finally came. He rushed out of the driver side carrying flowers. He stopped mid stride when he got a good look at you. He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. He was blushing.

" Wow! You look...wow!"

"Thank you." You blushed too.

" Uhh hey sweetheart." He came and hugged you

He breathed you in and his senses went haywire. You smelled so good and you looked so great and you felt so soft. You were absolutely perfect.

" I just can't believe how amazing you look." He said pulling away and handed you the flowers.

You smelled them." Thank you. But Steve you're already taking me out. No need for the compliments."

" Baby girl. I will always compliment you. So you better get used to it."

He kissed your cheek and opened the door for you. You slid in making sure not to flash him. He buckled you in and closed the door. He jogged to the drivers side and got in. He grinned at you.

" Ready sweetheart?"

" Ready." You beamed at him.

That was the most stunning smile he had ever seen. That smile and that smile alone let him know everything he needed to know about you. You were definitely the right girl for them.

Every time he would glance at you, you would feel butterflies in your stomach. And when he smiled your face felt hot. It was sheer torture being next to this man. The way he talked was just so pleasing. He was a bit quiet though. He seemed kinda shy. Not at all like how he was at the diner.

He took you to dinner at this little pizza place you suggested. You guys were having a great conversation about all things Steve. He protested a bit. But he knew this was his chance to get you to like him the way you liked Eddie. He was just about to tell you about his terrible senior year when someone walking in.

"Hi Steve."

His demnor changed as the girl approached the table.

"H-Hey Nancy."

There was obvious tension there. She was very pretty and thin. She had some of the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. She looked over to you and smiled.

" Hi. I'm Nancy Wheeler." She held out her hand to you.

You smiled and took it. " Hello. I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

"uhh how's Johnathan?" Steve asked

" He's good. He's in the car. You want to say hi?"

"Uhh no that's alright. I'm on a date." He said nodding to you.

" Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. It was really nice meeting you." She smiled in your direction.

You returned it and nodded.

"You guys take care."

Steve waved but he didn't look happy. You watched him as he watched her leave. There it was. You just knew it. That's the girl who broke his heart. He had mentioned a girl before but now you could put the face to the name. He looked upset. You didn't know what to say so you just hugged him. You felt his stiffened body relax in your arms.

" Do you want to talk about it?" You said as you pulled away and leaned back into your chair.

He held your hand. "I..."

" It's ok if you don't want to."

" No I do. I want to tell you everything."

" okay. Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears."

He chuckled. " It uhh took a long time and many girls to get over her.... I-I still love her. But, I'm not in love with her anymore. I used to picture us getting married and having kids. But she didn't see that with me."

" Oh."

Steve heard the sadness in your voice. " I...I'm sorry."

" No don't be. I understand that. Being in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way."

" It's just. I don't know. I'm different now. I still want the same things. But now...I know what I want and what Eddie wants is not the "ideal" type of thing everyone sees. But, we want to find someone who accepts us you know. Who doesn't mind the situation."

" Do you ever think of maybe having a monogamous relationship with Eddie?"

" uhh no. I mean he's my best pal. And I like him. But we need a girl. Well not just any girl. But someone who sees us and doesn't judge. Someone who sees us individually and together."

He smiled. " I know you do. That's why we are doing this. Because we want to build something with you."

" I see you." You said just above a whisper

You were looking for the right words to say. You had this burning question that was eating at you.

" But why me? You guys can have any girl you want?"

" Yeah maybe. But we don't want just any girl. There is something about you that silently spoke to us."

" But what if this isn't what I want."

He frowned. " if you don't want this. We could just be friends."

" What if I just want you?"

" You don't like Eddie?"

" I-I do. I like him a lot. But it's just a question."

" If that's what you want I'm sure Eddie would understand."

" Umm and if I want Eddie?"

He sighed. " Then I would have to be okay with that."

For some reason his answers were comforting. You did like the idea of having just one guy. But how could you choose? They were just so perfect in their own ways. You only wished they were one. How could you possibly juggle 2 guys? There was just 1 of you. How could you show them equal attention. And why would they pick you out of all people? What was so special about you?

Steve could see you lost in your mind. He didn't want you to overthink the situation. At least not so early on. He really did want to have a girlfriend and to do things that couples do. But he wanted it with Eddie there. He and Eddie changed so much this past year. And it was comforting to know Eddie had his back when it came to finding one girl. Sure it wasn't the norm to be in a 3 way relationship. But he and Eddie didn't care what others thought. They just need someone to fill the hole in their hearts. And their sights were set on you. Because well you were different. You rejected their advances when no other girl did. You spoke up for yourself when you felt uncomfortable. You were a nice innocent girl who seemed to be very protective of your heart. And he just knew that you would protect his and Eddie's with everything you had. That's why they picked you. Because you were special. And sure you were so damn gorgeous and he really wanted to fuck you. But he really wanted to see if things would work out. He didn't want to rush this.

" Steve? What if I'm not enough? I know I don't look like a girl who should be with either of you. But what if you guys suddenly see that and decide that you don't want me?"

Steve cupped your face. " Baby girl, you are more than enough. You got that. You are so beautiful that Eddie and I can barely stand it. And trust me. We want you. I want you more than you could possibly know. I know it's really early in this. But I can't help the way I feel about you. And all I want to do is make you happy."

" But what if this ends badly."

He kissed your cheek. " Who says this is gonna end at all? We are serious about this."

You kissed the palm of his hand. " just one step at a time."

After dinner he took you to a drive-in movie. You went with him to the food stand holding hands. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as he ordered popcorn and a large drink. He let you pick out a candy to share. He was surprised that you picked sour patch kids. He loved those.

Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. " yes. One step at a time."

...

" Sour patches?" Steve said holding you tighter as you guys stood off to the side waiting for the order.

" Yeah. I love how they're sour then sweet. Do you like them?"

" Yes. The lime ones are my favorite."

You scrunched your nose. "Ewww. My favorites are the orange ones."

" Gross. It's perfect. I'll eat the lime ones and you can eat all the orange ones." He said kissing your cheek over and over again.

You giggled. " And we can save the rest for Eddie." You turned around in his arms interlocking your fingers around his neck.

There was a moment. It was clear as day to anyone who saw. You wanted each other. Wanted more nights like this. More time spent in each other's arms.

He smirked. " Do you want me to kiss you?"

" Would it be against the rules if we kissed?" You asked a bit nervously.

" Yes please."

He groaned. He loved how polite you were. Even if it was against the rules. He would give you whatever you wanted. Just with one look from those pretty eyes of yours and he would be on his knees in the blink of an eye.

He gave you one tender kiss. Nothing like the first one. But just as good if not better. You liked this. Like the attention he was giving you. The way he held you like you had always been his. Being totally utterly adored.

" Will you excuse me? I have to use the ladies room."

" You keep that up sweetheart we just might break some rules tonight."

A sly smile crossed your lips as you booped his nose. " Promise?"

He just grinned and shook his head. You made it really hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He watched you walk away. The way your ass swayed in that dress made him lick his lips.

You went in the stall and lined the toilet with tissue and lifted your dress pulling down your panties. You sat down and started to go when a bunch of girls came home making a racket.

" Oh my god! Steve Harrington is here." One girl said

" Yeah I just saw him at the counter getting popcorn and pop."

"He was alone?"

" No. I saw some girl earlier."

" Really!? Awww "

" Was she pretty?"

" Yeah...for a fat chick. Can you say mooo?"

Your heart sank and someone gasped.

" Nooo! He's here with a fat girl? He must be horny."

" I don't know. The way he looks at her. It's like the way he looked at Nancy."

" Oh hell no. Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

" Did you see where she went? I want to look at the cow who has the hottest guy in Hawkins attention."

You could feel the prickle of tears coming but you blinked them away. You wiped and pulled up your undies, fixing your dress and flushed the toilet. You walked over to the sink and washed your hands. You could feel the girls staring at you and heard them whispering. You dried your hands and turned to look at the girls. Normally this is was something you would hide from or Liz would give them shit for making fun of you. Maybe she's rubbed off on you already. Either way you just felt the need to say something.

" Hi. I'm the cow on a date with Steve....yeah but my name is y/n. Next time you decide to talk about him or me. Just keep in mind that he chose the fat girl...and not you....enjoy the movie." You smirked and left.

As soon as you turned the corner you ran right into Steve's chest. Spilling soda all over his shirt.

" OH! Steve! Oh my. I-I I'm so sorry."

You went to grab napkins and tried to dry him.

" Baby girl, it's ok. It's just pop."

" No Steve. Gosh. I'm sorry." You dabbed at his shirt.

" I have an extra one in the car. Common let's go back."

You nodded. Once in the car Steve handed you the popcorn and candy. He leaned over the seat and dug for a shirt. He found it just a few seconds later. He took his soak top off revealing his hair chest. Something went off in you. Something feral. You squeezed your thighs hard and looked away. He noticed and laughed.

" What's so funny?" You said without looking at him.

" I uhh I like the way you stood up for yourself in there."

" You heard that huh?"

" Yeah. And let me tell you something." He said moving closer to you.

He took the popcorn and candy out of your hand and placed them on the dash. " You're anything but what they called you. You're not a cow but a goddess. You're not pretty, you're beautiful."

You swallowed gently and his face got closer to yours and his hand trailed up your thigh under your dress.

" And to be completely honest. I do want to fuck you. But I really want this." He said putting his hand that was on your thigh over your heart.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly. You wanted him to touch you. Or at least say that he could.

" Baby girl. Can I kiss you?"

You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it." His voice was deep and calling.

" Steve Harrington...Please kiss me."

He grinned and did. This time very much like the first. You could feel your skin raise as the kiss deepened. You adjust yourself so that you were on your back and he was between your legs. Not breaking the kiss once. He pressed his growth to your clothed cunt. He lifted your dress a little to get underneath it to your bra. When massaged your tits his mouth moved from your lips to your neck.

Your soft moans bounced off the car windows. Steve pushed harder into you causing you to gasp from his belt buckle hitting your bundle of nerves. You could feel your wetness leaking from your aching core. You moved his hand from your breast down to your tummy. You bucked your hips trying to feel his big bulge again. His mouth moved to the other side of your neck as one of your free hands went to his hair. You moved his hand lower. Once he touched your swollen clit your eyes rolled back. You let go of his hand and he started rubbing soft circles. You moaned louder and he pressed harder into your bundle of nerves making you impossible wet.

" Steve." You mewled

Then he stopped and sat up. You were instantly embarrassed.

" I'm-I'm sorry Steve. I- I didn't mean-" you tried to say while you sat up and pulled down your dress looking forward.

" No sweetheart. Don't be sorry. It's me. I...I shouldn't have let it go that far."

" No no. It was me. If-"

He shut you up by kissing you again. This time it was nice and comforting. A few seconds went by and he put his forehead on yours.

" Better?"

You nodded. " Yes."

" Good. Look baby girl. We can't do this when you're not ready."

" What if I am? What if I say I am?"

" Then you would be lying to me. And you can't do that. Not to me or Eddie. You're a good girl and you can wait."

" But-"

Steve put a finger on your lips. " No buts. We all have to go slow. Or else it will be overwhelming too fast. And I don't want that to happen to you. I know it's hard. But you gotta try. Try for me sweetheart."

You sighed. "Okay."

Steve felt bad for leaving you like that. Shit it was almost impossible to stop when he felt how wet your underwear were. All that mess from just kissing and a little bit of grinding. He knew Eddie would be pissed that he missed that. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He put on his shirt and pulled you so that you could lean against him.

Being held by him was the best thing he could have done after that mishap. You really did like him. And though your mind was clouded for just a moment. He was right to stop. It wouldn't be fair to Eddie. You had wished he was here too. So that they both could be near you. But it was Steve's time and you needed to give him your full attention. Which wasn't a problem. He really had this way about him.

You guys talked and talked. Even when his car was the last one still there. You rested your head on his shoulder and he stroked your hair. You guys sat there listening to music for a while until you fell asleep in his arms.

In the morning you woke up first. When you opened your eyes and looked up you were laying half on and half off of Steve. You smiled and laid your head back down. You fell back asleep for a little while when Steve woke you gently by stroking your back

" Morning sweetheart." His voice was raspy.

" Mmm. Morning." You said looking up into his eyes.

You smiled and he kissed your forehead. You sat up yawned and stretching. The second you were done Steve pulled you back down and hugged you.

" I like waking up with you."

You kissed his chest. "Me too."

You closed your eyes and rested your head again. You could hear his heart beat. You smiled when you heard it pick up when you held onto him tighter.

" I should probably take you back to Liz's. She and Eddie must be worried."

"Just 5 more minutes please." You pleaded in your sweetest voice.

Steve chuckled. "Okay Baby girl. 5 more minutes."

" Yay." You yawned.

You woke him with kisses. He smiled and he opened his eyes blinking sleepily. He looked at his watch.

You really meant 5 minutes but when you officially got up it was the middle of the afternoon.

Crap I was supposed to have lunch with Liz.

She was gonna be pissed. You looked at Steve and he was still knocked out.

" OH SHIT! WE GOT TO GO!"

You sat up and he got into the driver's side. You sat on the passenger side and took off your shoes. "What's wrong Steve?"

" I uhh I was supposed to meet Eddie at 11 to talk about the date. He's gonna be worried."

" Will he be mad?" You looked at him worried.

" Uhh maybe I don't know. He probably has been trying to get ahold of both of us."

Steve reached over and put your seatbelt on before he put his on and started to drive." I just don't want him to think that we did anything without him."

" Umm well hopefully he won't be too mad at us."

" He could never be mad at you. You're too perfect. It's just me he'll have a bone to pick with."

" Well I won't let him be mean to you. I'll protect you."

Steve chuckled grabbing your hand and brought it to his lips. " You're too sweet baby girl."

...

By the look of Eddie's face when you guys pulled up to Liz's driveway he was beyond pissed.

" Stay here ok sweetheart. I'll handle this."

You nodded and Steve got out. Eddie immediately started screaming at him.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD BRING HER HOME. I THOUGHT YOU GUYS GOT HURT! I CALLED THE POLICE, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND THE HOSPITAL." Eddie was counting on his fingers.

" Munson man, I'm sorry. We fell asleep." Steve held up his hands.

" WHERE? IN THE CAR?! ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?! YOU COULDN'T EVEN GET HER INTO A BED!"

"Eddie man please. She's okay. I promise."

" SHE BETTER BE! IF YOU EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN WITHOUT TELL ME I-"

"Eddie?" You whimpered.

Eddie looked behind Steve and saw you barefoot and looking scared.

" I'm sorry Eddie. It was my fault. Don't be mad at Steve. I-I asked if we could sleep for 5 more minutes. I'm really really sorry. Please don't be mad." You looked at the ground from the shame you felt for making Eddie so mad.

Eddie's anger and worry went to sadness and regret.

" Oh pretty girl. No I'm sorry. I was just worried about you and Steve. Please don't be sad."

Eddie came and hugged you. " I'm not mad Angel. I was just scared. That's all."

" Promise." You said softly looking into those beautiful brown eyes.

Eddie smiled and held up his pinky. " Promise."

You hooked yours in his and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

" Thank you pretty girl. Can you please go inside? Liz is freaking out and I need to talk to Steve."

You looked over to Steve and he nodded that it was okay. Eddie squeezed you one last time and let you go.

You looked back and they both smiled at you.

" We'll be there in just a minute ok sweetheart." Steve reassured you.

" What the hell happened? Where's the shirt you left in?"

You pressed your lips into a thin smile and went inside. The moment you closed the door Eddie pushed Steve.

" Eddie, you know I would never do anything without her permission right?"

Eddie was fuming. " What happened?!"

" Well she went to the restroom and I was waiting for her when I heard some girls talking about me. So I got closer to listen and they were making fun of her weight. But she held her own. So I umm I wanted to make her feel better."

Eddie smiled that you did that but after he threw his head back. " Please tell me you didn't. She's not ready. We're not ready."

" We didn't. It was just cuddling. And..."

" And what Harrington?"

" I touched her."

" Where?!"

" Her tits and her clit. But over her underwear."

Eddie was furious. But he had to know. "Did...did you make her cum?"

" No. I stopped way before it got to that."

" Well okay. And she was okay?" He asked

Good. Eddie thought.

He didn't want to miss it when you came again. Yeah he knew he had to share you but it was getting harder and harder to be away from you.

" Yeah she was fine. She's good. I promise."

"Good." Eddie sighed.

"Alright. Let's see what our girl is doing."

Eddie nodded and walked with him to the door. " She looked really pretty in that dress."

Steve smiled. " Beautiful."

...

" Alright pretty girl. It's your turn. Do you save Dwalin from the Clutches of Vecna or do you wish to attack?"

You looked down at the board then to the party.

"May we take a time out to talk about how we will proceed?" You said looking at Eddie who was sitting on his throne.

He was grinning that stupid beautiful grin. You hated the way it made you feel like agreeing to anything.

You and the boys got up and huddled. Eddie watched as you were saying something to Dustin. He got a little jealous seeing the kids with their arm around your waist. But when you looked at him you stuck out your tongue at him, his jealousy went away. He looked to the side and did an open mouth smile, shaking his head. You were as cute as a damn button.

Eddie nodded with the smirk of all smirks. " You may."

After your date with Steve you spent the entire weekend with him. He was really showing you what it was like to be his girlfriend. He took you for a picnic and went mini golfing. He was so sweet. He told you how beautiful you were. The way he held you, it didn't matter where you guys were. He was always hugging you. He brought you flowers and always helped with your seatbelt. He was really winning you over.

But the following Friday was Eddie's turn. And he couldn't have taken you on a better date. He brought you to the highschool and had you join his campaign. It was actually the best 5 hours you've spent in Hawkins. Well besides the time you spent with Eddie and Steve.

Tonight you got to meet all of Eddie's friends from school. They were very accepting of you when you came to play. You guess you won them over by bringing pizza and cokes. Eddie had told you about them and you really wanted them to like you. You had an instant connection with Dustin. He was such a cute kid.

He took a liking to you too. He knew all about you. Eddie told him about the angel he met at the Hideout. And Dustin was really happy that Eddie finally found a girl. He knew that Eddie was really lonely ever since his uncle got transferred to a different plant in Chicago. His uncle wanted Eddie to come but Eddie wanted to stay and graduate. Now it was his fourth time around he was having a real hard time with not graduating last year.

Dustin knew about Eddie and Steve because well, they always did treat him like he was older than he was. But they never did talk about the extra curricular activities with him. Which was fine because he didn't want to hear about it. So he knew they were different.

Dustin thought you must be very special if Eddie brought you to the Hellfire club. This was the first time he ever let a girl come besides Erica. It also really earned you brownie points for actually knowing how to play the game. But right now you guys were in a bind.

You were the only one left and you had a choice to make. Save Dustin's character or fight. But see what Eddie didn't know is that you had a special spell shown to your character from the old men of the mountain that froze time. You could save the entire party and live to fight another day. All you had to do was roll anything over an 11. The odds of you being able to generate enough power to complete the spell were slim. You had to roll twice. Once, to be able to cast the spell and the other to see if it will have an effect.

" There's no shame in running pretty girl." Eddie snickered

You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at him. He sat there grinning like a mad man.

" Okay guys. Are you sure you want me to do this?" You asked one last time.

They all said yes and headed back to the table.

" Alrighty. What's it going to be?" Eddie asked

You looked at the others and they nodded." I want to use a spell."

...

Eddie sat there defeated. He smiled as you and the others celebrated your small victory. Now Eddie had to plan the continuation of The Cult Of Vecna. He was really happy about it. And what made things better was that you would be there.

Everyone went home and Eddie was about to drop you off at Liz's when there was a random car in the driveway. You didn't know who the car belonged to but he did. Billy Hargrove. He was trouble and Eddie knew that. How could he let you go inside with that creep in there? Billy gave Steve a hard time in 85 and he had been MIA for a while. But now he was back in Hawkins. And in the place you were staying.

You went for your belt but Eddie stopped you.

" What's wrong Eddie?"

" I uhhh. I don't want you to go inside."

You were confused. " W-why?"

" There's a guy in there. Not a good one."

You looked at the car then back to Eddie. " I'm sure all the guys she brings back here nearly every night aren't as kind as you Eddie spaghetti."

Eddie had a brief moment of giddiness. He liked that. And he would have kissed you for being so darn cute. But now he had 2 things to worry about.

" She brings strangers here a lot?"

" Well yeah. It's her mission to conquer man."

" Where do you go when she does that?"

" I umm I talk to you or Steve when they're busy."

" And when they don't leave right away where do you sleep?"

" The same place I slept when you came over."

" i-im sorry. I didn't mean-" you tried to explain.

It was quiet for a second.

Oh man that didn't come out right.

You saw Eddie's hands clenched and his jaw flex.

" You've been sleeping on the couch?" He voice was cold and angry.

" umm well yeah. I can't sleep with them."

" They stay the night?!"

Eddie heard the fear in your voice and immediately changed his tune. " Oh Angel. I'm sorry. I'm not upset with you. I'm upset that you're sleeping in a house with strangers. And that you're sleeping on the couch. And to make things worse. That...guy is in there."

You jumped at his sudden loudness. " Y-yes."

Eddie looked at you and you saw this anger there. You knew it wasn't towards you because he said it wasn't. But you didn't know what to do.

" Is he really that bad?"

Eddie saw past the anger and saw the beautiful you sitting there worried for him. "Yes pretty girl. He's bad."

You bit your lip. What were you supposed to do? Where were you gonna sleep if not on the couch? Your questions were answered as soon as you thought of them.

" Stay the night with me." Eddie grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. " Please."

You wanted nothing more than to be with him. But this could be a very sticky situation.

" What about Steve? He won't think it's a good idea."

" I'll handle Steve. I just need to know that you're safe. And I can't know that if you stay here."

" Umm. Are you sure? This won't be too hard for you?"

" No. I promise. I will keep my hands to myself."

" Okay. I'll uhh I'll stay the night."

A sigh of relief left him.

" Can I go in and grab my toothbrush and some pajamas?"

" You can use my toothbrush and I have clothes."

"Eddie....I would really like to use my toothbrush. And I'm sure you nor Steve have anything that would fit me."

He looked worried.

" I will only be a minute okay."

He hesitated " Ye-yeah let's go."

" Then I'll go." He insisted.

" No Eddie. If they're asleep, we don't want to wake them. Besides it will be fast if it's one of us."

This protective part of Eddie was a turn on. But right now it was starting to annoy you.

" Eddie. You don't know where my things are. I'll be right back." You said a little harsher than you meant to.

"Angel?"

" It's okay. I'll be just a minute." You assured him.

Against his better judgement he agreed " If you need me. Just yell."

You nodded and hurried inside.

You grabbed your jammies first and then a pair of clean socks and undies. You went quietly to the bathroom and plucked your toothbrush out of the holder. You turned for the door but then thought about your deodorant. You went to the cabinet wheee you put it and pulled it out. When you turned around there was a half naked guy with long blonde hair standing in the doorway.

Seriously? How many hot guys were in this town?

His big blue eyes looked you up and down. His tongue ran over his front teeth with a click before he gave you a half smile.

" H-Hi." You stuttered.

He took a step closer and raised an eyebrow.

" Hey."

" I'm uhh Liz's friend."

" Friend....right." he smiled.

" I-I was just getting a f-few things."

" Where you running off to princess?"

" umm to my boyfriends."

Nope don't like that.

He was hot but the look in his eyes and the way he smiled made you weary and a bit scared.

"Ohhh you have a boyfriend huh? You sure about that?" He laughed and moved closer.

" Y-Yeah."

He was making you completely uncomfortable.

"Why don't you stay for a minute?" He asked, with a scary seductive smile.

" W-why?"

He smirked. " Well I made your friend finish. But I didn't get to....What do you say?...Suck me off...I won't tell your boyfriend."

What the fuck?!

" You're disgusting!"

His laugh was sinister. And his gaze was fucking awful.

" Okay. Okay. If you let me fuck your mouth. I'll eat that pussy. I like the way big girls taste."

You raised your hand to slap him but he caught it in mid swing.

" HEY!" He half shouted. "That's enough. If you want me to be rough all you have to do is ask."

You tried pulling your hand away but his grip tightened.

" Let me go you dick!"

" Oh you're feisty." He leaned closer and whispered. " I like when they're feisty."

You yanked your arm back so hard that you almost pulled it out of its socket. But he still held on. Much harder than before. This time grabbing the meat above your elbow on the other arm. Making you drop your things.

" Stop! You're hurting me!" You pleaded.

" Y/n? What's going on?"

Liz's voice came from down the hall. Billy let go of you quickly and stepped back kneeling down to pick up your stuff.

" Hey babes. I heard yelling."

" Sorry baby. I just scared your friend here. She dropped all her stuff. " Billy said.

You stood there dumbfounded. Eddie was right.

" Y/n where are you going? It's late."

"I-I" you stammered.

" Yeah y/n. It's late. You shouldn't be wondering about." Billy smirked giving you your things.

You snatched them out of his hands. " I'm spending the night with Eddie."

" And Steve?" Liz asked.

You nodded.

"Okay. Well be careful."

You walked past them stopping when you were right next to Liz. " No you be careful."

...

The drive back to Eddies was quiet. Eddie thought it was because you were worried about Steve. Which you were, but what just happened scared the shit out of you. You didn't tell Eddie about it because Eddie scared you more than that guy did. You've seen Eddie upset on 2 separate occasions. And you most definitely didn't want to see a third. Not now. You guys had such a good date. You didn't want to ruin the night.

He held your hand the entire ride. Your heart hurt every time he smiled sweetly at you. You should have let him go in.

This was the first time you've been to Eddie's trailer. The walls had so many mugs and hats. Steve was in the little kitchen making something. You saw him before he saw you. He looked so cute in his red and white plaid apron.

" I made y/n some cookies. I was thinking we can-" Steve cut off when he looked up and saw you.

" Sweetheart? Hi." He put down the tray of cookies and took off the oven mitts.

He came and before he could hug you Eddie took your things. Steve gave you a big hug smothering you with kisses on your cheeks making you giggle.

" Hi Steve... You made me cookies?

He let go and gave you his grin. " It was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to see if we could go out and feed the ducks. And the cookies were supposed to be a bribe."

" You don't need to bribe me. I would go anywhere with you two." You looked between him and Eddie.

Eddie was happy that now you were safe. But he needed to talk to Steve alone.

" Hey Harrington. Uhh I need to talk to you. It's important."

Steve looked over to Eddie and nodded.

Eddie put a hand on your shoulder. "Angel. The bathroom is just down the hall. Why don't you change?"

" Okay. Umm Steve."

" Yeah sweetheart?"

" I umm I'm okay with it."

" Okay with what?"

"Eddie will tell you." You said giving him and Eddie a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your things and leaving.

Once the door was closed Eddie turned to Steve.

" Look man, she's gonna stay here tonight." Eddie held up his finger to stop Steve from interrupting him. " Just hear me out. She's been sleeping on the couch because Liz brings guys home almost every night. And sometimes they stay there. Also, Billy Hargrove was there tonight."

Steve furrowed his brow and flexed his jaw. " Eddie you were right bringing her here. But we need to make sure she's completely ok with being here."

" You gonna stay too? I'll sleep on the floor while you take the pull out."

" Uhh are you sure?"

Eddie grinned. " Yeah sure man. I don't mind."

" Ok then. But we need to change your sheets."

" Why?"

"Munson."

" What?"

" When's the last time you washed them."

Eddie crossed his arms. " I wash them all the time!"

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. He went back into the kitchen and put the cookies up. When you came out you were in your pajamas and socks. You had grabbed the wrong shirt. And now you were stuck with a band tee with the sleeves cut off. It showed way more than you would like. But it was what you had.

You came out with the full intention to just stay quiet until it was time for bed. But as soon as you went back into the living room Steve pointed at your wrist.

" What happened there?"

Your eyes dropped to where he was pointing. Your wrist was bruising. And pretty bad. Eddie went to you and held your hand gently.

" I didn't see this earlier. When did this happen?"

" I-"

" What the fuck?! Are those finger prints?" Steve said from behind you.

" What?!" Eddie questioned looking down at your wrist.

" No not there. On the back of her arm." Steve came closer and turned you so Eddie could see what he was talking about.

You were at a loss for words. You moved away from them and turned around to face them and put your hands behind your back.

" Munson c'mon! Just ask her nicely. She will tell you."

" WHO DID THAT TO YOU Y/N!?" Eddie scream made you jump.

Eddie punched the wall and went to sit down on the couch. Steve stepped in front of you to block your view of Eddie. You hated seeing him like that. Tears filled your eyes.

" Sweetheart, you're not gonna be in trouble or anything. Eddie is not mad at you okay. But you need to tell us who did that."

Steve wiped away your tears. You closed your eyes and hung your head.

" It was Billy. He cornered me in the bathroom. And he said nasty stuff to me. I was gonna slap him but he grabbed my hand. Then I tried to pull away. But he pulled harder and grabbed my other arm. If Liz didn't come I...I don't know what might have happened."

Eddie shot up. " I FUCKING KNEW I SHOULD HAVE WENT WITH YOU! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"

Steve turned his head and started shouting at Eddie. "NO! WE WILL HANDLE THIS LATER. CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S SCARED OF YOU!"

Now Steve scared you with his yelling. Eddie stopped and looked at you. He felt the tears coming when he saw yours. He had to do something. No way in hell was Billy gonna get away with touching you.

" Harrington, take care of her. I'll be back." Eddie stormed off to his room.

Steve hugged you to get you to stop crying. But as soon as you saw Eddie coming back out with a bat you knew you had to stop him. He could get into a lot of trouble if he left right now.

Without thinking you pushed Steve away and chased Eddie outside.

" Eddie please stop!" You begged

But he wasn't listening. His mind was set on beating the shit out of Hargrove.

" Y/n. Please come back inside." Steve called after you but you ignored him.

It was Eddie who needed you right now.

" EDDIE! STOP!...I NEED YOU TO KISS ME RIGHT NOW!"

Your breath was hitched and your heart was racing. You had just broken a new rule. You agreed to stop kissing on the lips because every time you kissed either one of them it went too far. But you didn't know what else to do. When Eddie stopped dead in his tracks you said it again. This time in your normal voice.

" Eddie...please kiss me. I...I really need you to kiss me right now."

Eddie turned around and looked at Steve.

" Give the pretty lady what she wants."

Eddie nodded and dropped the bat and rushed to you. His kiss burned with the passion of a thousand suns. You had forgotten everything and everyone in that kiss. It was just you and him. Nothing else mattered.

The very moment his lips touched yours, anger no longer had a place in his mind. Instead it was replaced with a mixture of love and lust. Everything felt right when your lips were on his. Like the gods made them just for him. He had been wanting to kiss you since the night in the van. Every second with you was excruciating for him. No one could understand how he felt about you. Except for Steve.

You don't know when it happened but you were pressed up against the side of Eddie's van. Your hands were tangled in his hair. One of his hands was behind your head and the other was on the van. Your body betrayed you. You just meant a kiss. But you ached for more. You needed more.

Eddie full lips attached themselves to your neck. He sucked a little bruise making you moan.

" Eddie... Please. Can I please touch myself?"

He slowly moved to face you. "Have you been a good girl?"

His voice was low and deep. You nodded and he grinned.

" Harrington. Did you hear that?"

Steve came over and Eddie pulled you so that he could get behind you. His armswrapped around your waist as he pushed his hard-on against your ass. Your body trembled.

Steve cupped your face. " What do you want sweetheart?"

Eddie was grinding against your ass making you moan.

" I... I wanna cum"

Steve grinned pressing his body against yours. "Which one of us do you want?"

"Both...I want you both."

You heard Eddie groan when Steve pulled you back into the trailer. You sat on the edge of the bed. Steve stood in front of you pushing your knees apart with his. He gently took out your scrunchie and tossed it to Eddie. You looked over and Eddie took off his shirt and put his hair in a low bun and started taking off his rings.

" You sure you want to do this?" Steve asked

" Y-yes" you said softly not taking your eyes off of Eddie.

His body was perfect. The tattoos littering his chest made him look so damn sexy. His little happy trail that disappeared into his pants made you want to see where it ended.

Steve pulled your chin to look up at him. "If you want to stop. Just say the word."

" Okay" you said just above a whisper.

" Light on or off Angel?" Eddie asked.

"Off please."

Steve growled as he kissed you. His hands went for the waist band of your sweats and pulled them off with your panties. You immediately tried to hide your large thighs with your shirt without thinking.

" No no no pretty girl."

Steve pulled away and looked to see what you were doing. When he did, he frowned. Eddie pushed him slightly and squatted in front of you.

" Angel. You don't have to hide from us. You're so beautiful it's insane."

You looked at him. He looked so amazing. The light shining through his blinds made him look like a god. Your hands let go of your shirt and you pulled him into a gentle kiss.

" You're so pretty Eddie."

His laugh made your heart skip a beat.

" Baby girl? Do you want to be completely naked or is this fine?"

Your fingers went under the hem of your shirt and you pulled it off making your hair flip to one side. Your bare chest in full view. You didn't look at them because you were afraid to see their reaction.

Eddie stood up and they both looked down to you. You felt a little bit uncomfortable that they were gonna see all of you. But the way they looked at you eased your worry. This was it. Maybe it was too soon but you felt it. You were falling in love with them.

You felt a hand on your cheek. When you looked up Steve kissed you.

" Mmm. So beautiful sweetheart."

Their hands and mouth were everywhere but where you want them to be. After a few minutes Steve moved his mouth away from your breast.

Eddie sat down next to you and kissed your shoulder. " You are so fucking gorgeous pretty girl."

" Lay back and lift your knees."

You obeyed without question. Steve laid down next to you while Eddie got on his knees. Eddie's rough hands dug into your hips and pulled you so that you to the edge of the bed. He placed delicate kisses on each of your thighs. He slowly spread your knees to fully look at your sopping cunt.

" Fuck! So pretty." Eddie said looking at your swollen clit and puffy folds. He was in aww when he saw your pretty wet pussy clenched at nothing.

Steve took off his shirt, tossing it into the darkness. He kissed along you neck and his hand snaked down to rub circles around you bundle of nerves.

" Damn baby girl. All this mess for us?" He cooed

You watched as Steve brought his fingers into his mouth. Sucking them clean.

" Mmmm." He moaned.

" Good?" Eddie asked, kissing the sensitive skin between your pelvis and thigh.

" S'good Munson. Taste for yourself."

" Is that okay with you Angel?"

You met Eddie's big brown eyes and got lost in them. When his smiled you felt butterflies.

"Angel?"

" I-I. Yes Eddie. Please taste me."

" Such a good girl." Steve placed his lips on yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt Eddie's tongue. He made a very audible groan as he licked one slow strip.

Eddie groaned. " So fucking sweet."

Your hips bucked trying to find his tongue again. A low laugh made your whole body shudder.

"Please Eddie. Please don't stop." You begged in your sweetest voice.

" Don't tease her Munson. Make our girl cum."

Their girl? Fuck I love that.

Your breathless sighs and the sounds of slurping filled the room. While Eddie did figure eights with his tongue on your clit Steve's mouth was on yours. Hands massage your tits. Lightly twisting your nipples causing them to harden. Every inch of your body had goosebumps. Your face felt hot and you started to feel warmth building deep inside you.

Eddie flicked his tongue and sucked on your clit. You were quickly becoming a mess under him. You knew you were ruining his sheets.

Eddie never tasted a girl this damn good. He would do this for hours if you let him. He circled your entrance and slowly added a finger in. Your walls throbbed around it.

" Fuck Angel. Taking my finger so well... so tight and wet."

You rock your hips against his tongue. You were so close already you almost felt bad for it. Steve got up and kneeled next to Eddie pushing your legs further apart. Eddie moved away and kissed your thigh to let Steve have a turn.

Steve was much more brutal than Eddie. Which was surprising to say the least. He didn't give you time to adjust when he shoved 2 fingers into you. You whimpered and white knuckled the bed sheets. Then he touched something deep inside you. It sending shooting pains throughout your body. You had never felt this type of pleasure before. This causing you to climax. Your body shook as Steve continued you pump harder and harder.

" O-oh my g-g-god." You choked.

Your hips jerked uncomfortably. Steve showed your cunt no mercy. Even after you were squirming at the sensitivity. Before you knew it you were cumming again. Eddie was leaving hickeys all over your chest. Paying special attention to your overly sensitive buds.

" That's it pretty girl. Cum for Steve." Eddie stood up and went to kiss you. " That's it. You're doing so good."

When you came for the second time Steve finally pulled his hand away and left moistened kisses all over your inner thighs.

Eddie was a little jealous that Steve made you cum. But it was only fair since he got to make you cum first. As much as he wanted to fuck you, neither him nor Steve wanted to overwhelm you. Steve laid down too and kissed the side of your cheek.

Your legs were made of jelly and your body tingled. Even though you wanted them to make love to you, you were so tired. You forced yourself to sit up and turned to them.

" Thank you Steve." You kissed him on the forehead.

" Thank you Eddie." You kissed his cheek.

They both smiled at you.

" You feeling good sweetheart?"

" Very good." You replied laying in Steve's arms. Eddie snuggled behind spooning you.

You felt his length pushing against your ass. That's when you realized you had left them hanging.

You started to swirl your hips and Eddie pressed harder. Your hand went to unbutton Steve's pants.

" What are you doing sweetheart?"

You looked up to Steve. " I want you guys to cum too."

Eddie was gone. He was too busy kissing and nipping at your back grinding against your back side. You arched your back to push harder against him.

" You don't have to do that. We just wanted to make you cum." Steve said grabbing the meat of your bicep.

" Can I please touch you and make you cum?"

" if...if that's what you want."

Steve lifted his hips so you could pull his pants down. His cock smacked his stomach. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock at full attention. He was huge. So thick and long. Your mouth watered at the sight. A small bead of precum made its way to the surface. You used your index finger to scoop it up and put it in your mouth.

Steve groaned. " Fuck baby girl."

You could feel Eddie's fingers dig deeper into your hip. His grunts rang in your ears.

Steve threw his head back when you held his member firmly and started to pump him. He looked back down when you removed your hand. You had licked your palm and returned it to his throbbing cock. He was coming undone so fast. Your hand was soft and warm and you had gripped him just right. Stroking him so damn perfectly.

That's when Eddie lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip. His fingers found your clit. He pressed hard and stroked lazy circles. He only did that for a minute until he slid his finger in. You moaned and leaned back into him. Still trying to concentrate on pleasing Steve.

You smile how quickly his body tensed. Hot thick white ropes spewed from his tip, pooling onto his stomach. You came at the sight. Eddie was so careful with you after. Once you were done he didn't want to overstimulate your senses. So he slowly pulled his fingers from you and licked them clean.

" Eddie. It's your turn." You rolled over to face him.

You guys all finally relaxed you giggled. This making them laugh. Eddie and Steve hugged you.

This was definitely going to be the start of something great.

" No pretty girl. You made me cum in my pants." He kissed you and whispered in your ear. " Again."

" I'm sorry."

" Don't be. It felt really good. I actually like it."

You yawned mid smile.

" Let's get cleaned up sweetheart."

Steve got up and held out his hand. You took it and the 3 of you squeezed into the small bathroom. They cleaned you up and you helped them. When you saw Eddie fully you had wished you weren't so tired. Steve was bigger but Eddie was just perfect. You knew he could definitely make any girl happy.

When everyone was cleaned you barely had your eyes open. Eddie helped you put on your shirt. He kissed your thighs when he lifted your panties. Steve tucked you into bed after.

" Get some rest baby girl."

" Night." You yawned and was out like a light.

They both gave you a kiss and went to the living room. Eddie was quieter than usual. All he could think about was sleeping with you. He wanted to hold you. Wanted to fall asleep with you in his arm.

" I know Munson. I want to sleep with her too. But it just might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. I want her to stay. I don't think that we can find anyone better than her. She's just so..."

"Perfect." Eddie said moving the coffee table out of the way.

Steve took the cushions off and handed them over so Eddie could use them to sleep on. "Yeah. I don't know about you. But, honestly I never felt like this. Not even with Nancy."

" Are you saying what I think you are Harrington?" Eddie went to the closet and pulled out blankets for him and Steve.

" Eddie. I'm falling for her."

Eddie chuckled. " Welcome to the club man."

" You too?"

" Well yeah. It's not everyday you find a girl who likes the same shit you do and looks like her. Dude she called me Eddie spaghetti. It's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard." He plopped down on his makeshift bed pulling out your scrunchie.

Eddie looked towards the hallway that led to his room. " Do you think she will be okay in the morning?"

Eddie smiled as he slid it on his wrist. He never planned on giving it back.

Steve turned off the kitchen light and laid down. " She really is the best type of girl."

Steve looked up to the ceiling and sighed. " If she's not we will take care of her."

" What about Billy?"

Steve's brow furrowed. He forgot about him for a bit. " We tell him like it is. He ever comes around our girl again. He's dead. And if he doesn't get it. Then we beat the ever living fuck out of him."

" Could we just beat the shit out of him instead?" Eddie suggested.

" How do you think y/n would feel if we didn't try to settle this without violence? You saw her earlier. How scared she was... something happened there. I don't know what. But something did."

" You think someone hurt her?"

" I'm not sure. But the more we spend time together. I'm sure she will open up about it. "

" God I hope nothing bad happened. I don't know what I would do. I already lost my shit in front of her twice. And I can't lose her just because I'm overreacting."

" Yeah Munson. You have to think before you go berserk."

" I know man. I just get so scared. And I don't know how not to be. It's like I want to keep her hidden so nothing can hurt her."

"I-"

"Steve?...Eddie?" Your sweet sleepy voice called from down the small hall.

Eddie and Steve sat up and you were standing behind the threshold that separated the kitchen and living room.

" Can....can I sleep with you guys?"

"Yeah sweetheart. Come here." Steve pulled the blanket back.

You went to him but stopped and held out your hand for Eddie. Eddie took it and got into the bed with you and Steve. You laid your head on Eddie's chest and hugged his waist. Steve moved so that he can spoon you. The cute little noises you were making when you fell asleep made them smile. This was all they ever wanted. Something real.

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steddiesupportgroup · 2 years

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Steve with a praise kink drabble under the cut, because the hive mind has spoken.

NSFW ahead so minors please dni!

Steve of course never considered being any kind of submissive until he and Eddie got together. As a young man having sex with women, he’d always been taught that men should be more dominant and in control. He’s a sweet lover though, don’t get him wrong

He and Eddie hadn’t even gotten together yet when those thoughts started creeping in the back of his fantasies. They’d been on the phone like any other day, making plans to go bowling that evening with the group. Steve didn’t want to go that night cause he had to open in the morning, but Eddie wore him down.

“Good boy,” he murmured into the phone when Steve finally gave in, just flirting as usual. He had no idea that Steve’s heart skipped several beats and the sound dripped from his brain straight down into his pants. “C-cool,” he stammered, “See you there.” And abruptly hung up.

After that he tried to push it down and forget about it, but Eddie’s voice echoed in his mind during quiet hours. Good boy, the memory of those two stupid words surrounded him when his hand was wrapped around his cock, and he came imagining Eddie’s lips against his ear.

He’s a lost cause after that. He starts doing little favors for Eddie any chance he gets in the hopes that he’ll call him that again, offering to pay for gas, dropping off the kids and whatnot.

Eddie doesn’t notice until he says, “Very good, Stevie,” when Steve actually gets one of his nerdy references, and even though it’s no big deal to Eddie, Steve’s face positively lights up at the praise and he blushes. At first he thinks Steve could just be trying to impress him, which, as a literal monster slayer, is kind of redundant.

So he tries again to test his theory that he prays is true. He jaunts into Family Video, casual as ever, and asks Steve to show him where a certain movie is. Steve leads the way, happy to do whatever at this point, and when he hands Eddie the tape Eddie leans in and says, too low for anyone to overhear, “That’s my boy.”

The shift in Steve’s eyes is immediate and thrilling. His pupils dilate and he’s peachy pink, his lips parted. He nods quickly and stammers out, “Anything else I can do for you?”

Steve knows he’s been had and he’s a little humiliated, but the grin that spreads over Eddie’s face makes that exciting, too. He pockets the interaction for later, when he’s in the shower under the steam and can pretend it’s Eddie’s warmth.

It still takes them a while to get together officially, no matter how obvious it is that they want each other. When they do and they’ve had sex a few times, learned each other’s bodies and all the ways they like to be touched, Eddie brings up the subject of Steve’s praise kink. Steve doesn’t really know what that is, but once they’ve talked it out, he knows he wants whatever Eddie has to give him.

One of Steve’s favorite places to be is on his knees, looking up at Eddie from under his eyelashes with Eddie’s gorgeous cock in front of his face. “Be a good boy and open that pretty mouth for me,” and Steve obliges, sticking his tongue out and letting Eddie guide his length into his mouth.

“You look so good like this, baby,” Eddie says between moans and Steve’s skin is burning. “Take it all, you can do it,” and Steve wants to, loves how his eyes prick with tears when the head bumps the back of his throat.

Eddie dirty talks while he fingers him, getting him ready and listening to him keen. “Be a good boy and be patient, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you. You want it bad, huh?”

Steve nods, his hands making a mess in his hair, but Eddie likes to make him talk. “Use your words, baby. Lemme hear you.”

“I want it, Eds,” Steve pants, “Please.”

“What do you want, honey?”

Steve blushes furiously, it paints down his chest. “I want you to fuck me, Eddie,” he groans, “I want you inside me.”

“Good boy,” Eddie croons, loving it just as much. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

When he lines his dick up to Steve’s entrance, Steve positively trembling at this point, he teases him for good measure. “Who’s my good boy?”

Steve is alive, melting at the chance to be good for Eddie. It makes his mind swim to moan, “I am, I’m your good boy.”

Eddie can fuck him for ages, and he does so, Steve’s mind blissfully blank as Eddie lavishes him with praise. “You’re taking it so well, baby, so sweet for me.” His voice is gruff and deep in Steve’s ear. “Keep looking at me with those pretty eyes, tell me how much you love my cock.”

If only people knew how Steve Harrington comes after he babbles, sweaty and wrecked, “I love it Eddie, feels so fucking good, I wanna be good for you, please don’t stop,” it makes him feel so loved and wanted and safe.

Later when Eddie cleans him up with a warm rag, kissing every inch of skin he can reach, he lulls him with praise. “You’re amazing, angel, you make me feel so good. Took it so well, I’m proud of you.” And Steve won’t let go of him for hours, happy and relaxed.

#send me promos for whatever cause I have a million ideas and this is really fun #*prompts #I’m depraved for them and I’m so not sorry #steve x eddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie headcanons

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓

“stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch!”

stranger things x jennifer’s body!au

part 1, part 2, part 3 - “stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch!”

future warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation - future , complete change in behavior for reader (not yet), nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, the girls from the craft, let me know if i forgot any!

a/n: this chapter’s gonna be long, since it switches between the reactions of the rest of her friends seeing her on the news, her pov, and so forth.

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hawkins, indiana | 9:49 a.m | saturday, november 23, 1985

your pov:

you walked, and walked, and ran a little, then walked some more before you finally broke into tears. you were covered in blood from head to toe- (your hair especially ruined, which you were a little more peeved about than the blood if we’re being honest)-both over and under your clothes-there were a million rips and holes in your shirt from the fucking knife cirice used to-

“fuck! cirice! oh that goddamn cirice. stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch! ooh i’m gonna kill her ass!” you seethed, suddenly angry, before going back to despair.

“where the hell am i even going anyways.” you sobbed, dropping yourself down in front of one of the tall trees in the forest. not even wanting to acknowledge the fact that it started pouring.

now see, you weren’t oblivious to what happened last night, in fact you even remembered a few things that you’re pretty sure you weren’t even alive for.

you had killed alice, scarlett, and cora, well eaten them really.

“oh. my. gosh. am i a cannibal!?” you cried even harder at the thought before abruptly stopping. “well is it technically cannibalism if i’m not human anymore? i mean there’s no way that i can be human…oh whatever, at least i’m still alive.” you sniffed.

“why is it, i can remember all the shit that happened, except for where the hell eddie’s jacket went! ‘m practically freezing my tits off out here.” you mumbled to yourself, before falling asleep.

hawkins, indiana | buckley household | 6:58 a.m

robin wasn’t a morning person by any means necessary, but for some reason, on the weekends, she found it much easier to be awake in the earlier hours than she did during the rest of the week. and her and steve didn’t even have to work this weekend! what luck!

so there she sat on her couch, getting ready to indulge herself in a marathon of pink panther before she’d head over to your house to hang out and hear about that scary band’s performance. halfway through her humming the theme song, the program was cut off by the news.

“ohh, come on! you ruined the flow news-man.” she grumbled trying to change it before realizing that every channel was the same thing. she got up to get some more cereal, not really paying it any mind - being that she thought the news was depressing of course - until she heard your name.

the scene in front of her left her jaw unhinged, she didn’t know what to say, at all. she had always seen documentaries of people saying “i had just seen her the day before and she was perfectly fine, everything was normal.” but she had never imagined that she’d even have to imagine herself in the same situation- and she dealt with russians for goodness sake!-

before she could run to her room to get dressed- because the news said that your were missing, and not that you were dead, so of course robin was going to look for you- her doorbell rang incessantly. she ran over to it hoping it was you but instead finding steve, still in his pajamas, with the most freaked out look on his face, she had ever seen.

“oh my god robin she’s missing! she’s missing and those girls are dead, and she was with them and she’s missing!”

“well then come on steve!” she stopped him, dragging her out of her house and to his car, pajamas be damned, they were going to find their best friend.

hawkins, indiana | wheeler household | 7:15 a.m.

mike was sleeping so well. one could even say amazingly. so to have that sleep ruined by a cacaphony of noises he couldn’t put together in his hazy state, pissed him off, a lot.

between hearing nancy sobbing in her room, and a clatter of things falling around, the phone ringing off the hook, his walkie having a bunch of voices yelling over each other, his mother speaking on the phone in a teary-eyed ramble, and his father running about looking for hunting gear, mike really did think he was still sleeping.

“okay, what the hell is going on?” he began, going into nancy’s room, he stopped short when he saw her checking one of her guns before bursting passed him, and running down the stairs, apparently not even seeing him.

“what?!” he hadn’t been this confused since, well he didn’t know when but he was extremely confused.

walking back into his room, he found his walkie still going back and forth between the voices of his friends going back and forth making him grumble and decided to pick it up.

“okay, what the hell is going on!? why is everyone acting so insane?!”

“y/n’s missing!” they all said simultaneously before it just went quiet. like literally everyone stopped talking.

“huh?!” before he could say anything else, the phone started ringing again, this time he picked it up.

“hello?” he sighed.

“mike! the news said y/n’s missing!” will’s voice said through the phone. “have you guys found her yet?!” el’s voice chimed in.

“guys, i just found out and- wait, how did you guys know?” he asked incredulously, truly believing that if he closed his eyes tight enough he would wake up.

“it’s on national news! three of the girls from that band that went to hawkins were murdered last night, and y/n was with them! only her and the lead singer were reported still alive, but missing!”

“oh, god. okay, we’re looking for her, we’ll call you when we find her!” he hung up, getting dressed, before running downstairs.

he was pedaling his bike out of his garage, before he was met with the faces of his friends waiting for him at the end of the driveway.

“do you think it’s another demogorgon?” lucas asked, as they all began to bike to where max saw on the news it had happened.

“judging by the way it looked, it must’ve been a real hungry demogorgon. there was barely anything left of them!!” erica exclaimed.

“wait, you guys saw it!?” mike asked.

“yeah, they showed their bodied on the news. it was so gross. my mom was still throwing up when i left.” max said.

by the time they finally got to the woods, it had started raining- pouring really.

“not to be a downer or anything but this doesn’t remind you of anything?” lucas said cautiously, as they had now been walking through the woods, calling your name, for the past almost- three hours.

“yeah, i thought it too, but i didn’t want to say anything.” mike sighed.

“what are you guys talking about?” max asked.

“when will went missing three years ago, we came out to these exact woods looking for him, except it was night time, and it was raining, but instead of finding will, we found el.” dustin explained.

“oh.” max and erica said simultaneously.

“do you guys think whatever did it is still in these woods?” lucas asked.

“for our sakes, let’s hope not!” erica sighed, before jumping when she stepped on something only to find that it was glass.

“wait…those are glasses?” dustin asked, picking them up.

“oh god, those are y/n’s glasses!” lucas said, beginning to pace.

“okay, that doesn’t exactly mean that.” mike started. “yeah, the adrenaline probably got to her and she’s just running around without them.” dustin added, hopefully.

the kids knew better than anyone that you were clumsy as can be, and your glasses falling off wasn’t new. but they also knew that you would never just leave them around, constantly reminding them how expensive they were when you were crawling around looking and sounding like velma when searching for them.

“uh, where did max go?” lucas cut off the silence, when he looked up seeing that she was no longer with them.

“..shit. max!” dustin yelled out, as they all began to walk around looking for her.

“guys, over here, i found her!“ she yelled back.

as they ran over, to where she was, which was much farther than they thought, they saw her kneeling in front of a tree, staring in horror at something.

“is she alive?” lucas asked, as they all stood in front of you staring at you. your eyes were closed, you were covered in blood and dirt, no jacket on, and your shirt had a million rips in them.

“y/n? y/nnnn.” mike asked poking you with some stick he found.

you awoke with a sudden start, looking around frantically before realizing who was in front of you. before you could say anything however you were trampled by a bunch of kids, in a group hug.

“jesus, we thought you were a goner!” mike sighed.

“speak for yourself. but seriously, what even happened?” erica, asked.

“was it a demogorgon?” lucas asked.

“or the mind flayer?” dustin added.

“are you okay?” max asked.

“no, uhh it’s a long story, no and no, and yes i’m fine.” you answered all of their questions.

“y/n? i swear i just heard her voice?!” you heard a voice in the distance scream.

“steve?” dustin exclaimed incredulously.

“dustin?” robin’s voice was now heard.

“robin?” erica exclaimed too.

“erica?” now nancy’s voice was heard, they finally found you guys.

“nancy?!” mike yelled out.

“what the hell are you guys doing here?!” steve exclaimed, the older kids not having yet seen you, being that the younger kids were still covering you.

“we were looking for y/n! i’m assuming you guys were doing the same?” max asked.

“yeah! what do you mean were?” robin asked.

“i’m right here.” you sighed, beginning to stand up as the kids got off of you, before being knocked back down by nancy, steve, and robin.

“well i guess i’m not getting up at this point.” you tried to joke but was cut off by nancy’s crying in your shoulder.

“i’m so sorry! i should’ve just went instead! first barb, then almost you!” nancy sobbed, nearly cutting off your airways with the way she was squeezing your neck. thankfully you didn’t need them at this point.

“nancy, stop. i’m okay, and it isn’t your fault.” you started sternly, making her look at you. “nobody knew this was going to happen, and even if they did, i would’ve stilled preferred it’d be me over you, over any of you in fact, so you can all stop with the self-blame game, alright?” you said, looking over all of them, spotting their guilty faces.

“holy shit! the whole town’s looking for you two right about now! we need to get you to the front of the woods.” dustin exclaimed.

“what?”

“shit, yeah. you were on national news y/n! will and el called asking if we had found you yet.” mike added.

“oh god, what about my parents!? has anyone heard from them? my mother’s probably having an aneurysm right about now!”

“uhh, i think my mom was talking to her when i left this morning, i heard her crying through the phone.” nancy added.

“wait a second, what about eddie?” lucas asked, gathering your attention.

“what about eddie? have you seen him, today?”

“no, i mean wasn’t he with you last night?” he corrected.

“no, uh not after the performance, i went with the girls and was supposed to call him.”

“so long story short, everyone thinks your dead right now, so can we get a move on, please?” erica chimed in.

as you all trekked towards where the news and police were, at the edge of the forest, you heard someone screaming your name.

“y/n! fuck, i knew you were still alive. what the fuck happened!? why did you disappear from my house this morning!” eddie asked, after he ran and practically tackled you to the ground, in the tightest hug he’d ever given you, and he hugged you pretty tight after he found out you were at starcourt when it burned down, getting there before your parents had when it happened.

from the second eddie had yelled your name, everyone, from wayne and your parents, to the police, to the news crew’s attention was on you. eddie just so happened to get to you first. but even now with the reporters, crowding the both of you, the police trying to stop them and your parents trying to get through both the police and the news teams, to get to you, you were only focused on eddie.

he continued to ramble on and on, about how your parents were freaking out, how he had been freaking out, and how he was 110% sure that he saw some dude walk into the woods with a harpoon gun. but you were still hung up on one of the first things he said.

“you saw me this morning?” you asked, incredulously.

“duh! you were in my room acting all ominous ‘n shit! gave me back my jacket, and then you left, saying that your mom was picking you up!” he exclaimed, confused as to why you were confused.

before either of you could dwell on it any longer, your mother pushed a reporter out of the way, and lunged at you actually tackling you to the ground into a hug, rambling incoherently into your neck as your father attempted to soothe her hugging you as well.

“oh my baby, when i saw your face on the news this morning i practically died!” she sobbed.

“see hon, i told you our little girl was strong.” he soothed, holding you both close to him.

you were overwhelmed with all the attention on you. between your friends hanging around, your parents- specifically your mother crying and rambling in your ear, wayne and eddie, all the reporters and cops trying to ask you questions at once, and at least 10 news cameras pointed at you, you didn’t really know what to do. thankfully you didn’t have to do anything. all the noise around you blurred out and you couldn’t decipher any of the words being thrown at you anymore, even if you tried to.

because through the crowd around you, you spotted an ambulance, sitting there waiting to take someone to the hospital. and sitting in the back of said ambulance, was the one and only cirice taylor, staring right back at you, eyes swollen and doubled in size as she attempted to take you in.

she was the last thing you saw, before everything went black and you promptly passed out.

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a/n: the story hasn’t even heated up yet 😭 i need her to start killing more people and acting weird already 🫤.

tag list : @harrys-tittie @snoopysavv @munsonlvrr @sarcasmismyonlydefense24 @monztrous @spidermxnkey @baconlillies @spicynoddels @tsumamibaddie @miiikkeey @nopetoohighforthat @dreamtogether2000 @maxisreal @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @charleetheefictionalfucker @missdforever

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x black!reader

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 years

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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)

ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 7

day seven: sapphic senate (or: enjoy some headcanons because i had too many ideas and none of them concrete)

They have sleepovers every other Saturday. They’re always at Nancy or Vickie’s house, and never at Robin or Chrissy’s.

Chrissy stress bakes (it’s a common ED thing just trust me) and Vickie stress knits so sometimes Robin and Nancy come home to the most random things or get the strangest presents. They love them though

Chrissy and Nancy have a running joke with Eddie about them both dating him and Eddie being a massive playboy but it actually keeps them all from being outed and shit. Robin, vickie, and Steve tried to do the same thing with little luck (also vickie is like “Robin aren’t you mad Nancy is cheating on you” and Robin LAUGHS)

Genuinely may write this

Chrissy and Vickie were never told about ronance. They just kind of figured it out.

Robin and Nancy weren’t exactly slick about it either, but they just hoped Chrissy and Vickie would think they were best friends until they literally kissed on the mouth in front of them and they went “well fuck”

They all came out to each other consecutively. Someone made a comment about how hot an actress was during a movie night, and then instead of freaking out they all went “you too?” or something.

In a roommate au, they have a bitchy calico cat named something soft like Lilly or Cloud that HATES Steve. Like the cat has to be locked in Chrissy’s room because he won’t go in there. It’s also incredibly stupid and ends up stuck in the weirdest places.

Alternatively, it was originally Chrissy’s cat that she stole–I mean adopted (think like Winston and Ferguson from New Girl) but then they all started caring for it and now they all love and care for the cat. When Robin and Nancy move into their own place, they get like three cats of their own.

Chrissy, Vickie, and Nancy LOVE to go shopping or get their nails/hair/“girly stuff” together. Robin tagged along a few times, but it was definitely not her thing and she just got overwhelmed and tired about an hour in and had to have Steve pick her up

Vickie is an artist in her free time and she draws comics for the paper sometimes. She mostly just likes to hang out in the newspaper office with Nancy and Robin because it’s quiet and Nancy keeps good snacks in there.

Chrissy and Nancy kissed once at a cool kid party during a game of spin the bottle and they only admitted that it impacted them in a gay way after they came out

Future careers: Nancy - journalist (duh), Robin - interpreter (or a film professor specializing in foreign films), Vickie - music teacher, Chrissy - dietician specializing in ED recovery with adolescents

Chrissy and vickie actually kind of hate Steve. They both accept that he’s robin's best friend and Nancy’s close friend too (and Eddie’s boyfriend) but they both have an early s3 Robin idea of him being king Steve the douchebag in their heads

Robin and Vickie went on like two dates towards the end of the school year before they both realized they’re really similar and they’re better off friends. They just laugh about it now.

Top modern Spotify artists: Nancy - Taylor Swift (top album is reputation, folklore, or evermore) or MARINA. Chrissy - Taylor Swift (top album is Lover or Speak Now). Robin - Julien Baker or Phoebe Bridgers (tbh I think she would love boygenius in general). Vickie - Hozier.

They go CRAZY for Halloween. Like, the best group costumes you can imagine. They had really intricate Wizard of Oz costumes one year, then they were characters from Grease (would have been the Pink Ladies but Robin wanted to wear a T-Birds jacket), Veronica and the Heathers once Heathers is released,the list is endless. They plan and prep for months. Chrissy and Robin are the biggest Halloween fanatics.

Nancy is the true horror slasher fan of the group. Robin likes them enough, and Chrissy and Vickie despise them. They usually watch comedies and "chick flicks" as a group, and then Robin and Nancy will watch all the horror movies as dates

Chrissy and Vickie pine after each other for SO LONG before Nancy and Robin separately sit them down and go "just TALK TO HER" and it STILL takes months.

anyway, that's all the headcanons i have rattling around in my head about these girls. day 8 is coming up around the same time, and goddamn do i love it.

follow me on twitter for more dumb headcanons and thoughts or just sneak peeks and other stuff!

#ronancetober #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy x robin #sapphic senate #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #chrissy x vickie #sapphic senate stranger things #lil gay people in my laptop i love you #id die for them #melodicchaos fics

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bigdumbbambieyes · 2 years

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Imagining if Harringrove got together in S2 and Steve was stuck in the Upside Down; what song would he use to communicate with Billy?

you can also read it on AO3

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Billy hates Steve’s taste in music and it’s no secret to either of them. The pop grates on his ears, makes him grit his teeth at the bubble gum pink lyrics, and yet, Billy puts up with it because he knows how much Steve puts up with his heavy metal and hair bands. He hadn’t believed that opposites attract until now, when he begrudgingly allowed Steve to store a fucking Culture Club tape in the glovebox of his Camaro.

Things had been tense between them for a while because they had gotten off on the wrong foot, to put it lightly. Billy had wanted to be top fucking dog at Hawkins High the moment he’d stepped foot into it, and he’d got it, but after a strange night at the Byers’ where he’d found a literal monster in the fridge after being knocked out cold by his step-sister, he knew something was going on. He hadn’t asked anyone about it and tried to forget about it, until he and Steve had begun talking at school; muttering words to each other during basketball practice that slowly became less about taunting and insulting, until they found themselves casually chatting with each other in the parking lot after school while he waited for Max.

Billy could remember the first time he’d taken Steve for a ride in his Camaro, the windows down and music blasting. Speeding down the empty roads, Steve’s hand gripped the door nervously, but he cried out with excited laughter with wide, brown eyes. Looking at the pretty boy like that, Billy knew he was a goner. They hung out more and more after that, kept things casual like meeting up at parties or having lunch together, until it had escalated to every other night, every weekend, any chance they got.

They had kissed for the first time at the quarry, late at night after a party. Billy had Led Zeppelin’s Mothership album playing on a low volume as they passed a joint back and forth, Steve’s eyes lingering far too long on his lips to be anything other than a quiet request. Billy had leaned in first, his stomach in knots, expecting a shove back - but instead, he felt Steve’s soft lips against his own, curious and timid. They had made out to the entirety of ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You’ without taking a single break.

After that, they kept doing it. Making out, grinding in the back seat, quick blowjobs here and there when time allowed. Billy loved it, craved it, was obsessed with the noises he could drag out of Steve. Only they knew about it and they swore to keep it that way.

The first time he went over to Casa Harrington, it was late on a Tuesday night in the early fall - almost a month after he’d moved to Hicktown, Indiana and mere days after their first kiss. Steve had handed him a beer and semi-awkwardly sat them down in the quiet living room, clearly unsure of what to do - until Billy had spotted vinyls and what was probably the nicest stereo system he’d ever seen. He sipped on his beer and teased Steve about the record selection, flipping through them with the doe-eyed boy, who claimed that most of them were his parent’s. Billy saw through that lie like glass.

“Oh, but this one is good,” Steve said as he pulled out an ugly yellow cover, showing it to Billy with a playful smile.

“ABBA,” Billy deadpanned, his face looking just as disgusted as his voice had sounded.

Steve laughed as he pulled the record out, “Just give it a chance, man! It makes you feel good!” He argued as he placed it on the turntable and gingerly placed the needle down, the room filling with Swedish baroque pop almost instantly.

Billy had hated it, but he couldn’t help his smirk as Steve loudly sang ABBA’s ‘S.O.S.’ to him, even doing a stupid little dance, too. He’d pulled Steve into a kiss and grunted at him to shut the dumb music off, which had worked, but Steve would often playfully sing that song to him whenever there was a quiet moment between them, or even after they fought.

And the stupid song had followed them wherever they went: the drive-in, a thrift store, on the radio. It had come to the point where Steve even bought a cassette of the album and left it under Billy’s pillow as a ‘present’. Billy had wanted to throw it away, call it stupid, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he’d stuffed it deep into his dresser and forgot about it.

Eventually, Billy did ask about that night at the Byers’ after a nightmare the night before, and Steve had stiffened where he lay naked next to Billy in his bed. He had tried to say that he had no idea what Billy was talking about, but Billy knew better - knew when Steve was trying to lie to him, because he was shitty at it.

So, they talked. Steve explained as much as he could in great detail about the Upside Down and at first Billy didn’t want to believe it, wanted to call him batshit crazy, but there was no rational explanation for what he’d seen at the Byers’. They went to sleep that night holding each other tightly, intertwined in the sheets of Steve’s bed, comforted to know that they had each other.

Until Steve went missing.

It had been a normal day with them meeting at school in the morning, sharing a secret smile at the parking lot before making plans to help Steve study for his chem test after school. But, once the day was over and Steve’s Beamer was missing from the parking lot, Billy was disappointed - then irritated.

Fine, if Steve wanted to blow him off, whatever. Something had probably come up.

Billy had gone home and moped around his bedroom a little, laying on his bed with his headphones on as Ozzy screamed into his ears. Max gave him a weird look from his bedroom door when she passed, finding it odd that he was even home, so he flipped her off and she rolled her eyes before leaving him be.

Later, when he was tired and able to use that as an excuse to himself, he got up and fished the stupid ABBA tape out of his drawer and shoved it into the deck, falling asleep to it not long after.

Billy grew worried only when Steve hadn’t shown up to school the next day, feeling like something was off. The lights flickered wherever he went and he felt like he was being watched, which made his skin crawl. After dropping Max off at the arcade, he made his way towards Loch Nora in hopes of seeing that red Beamer parked out front, but Steve’s car wasn’t there, either. He grew so worried that he even picked the lock to the back door and snuck inside, finding no trace of his pretty boy anywhere.

He was on edge for the rest of the night, his knee bouncing as he sat in his bedroom, thoughts swirling around in his head. Maybe those monsters had come back? What if they had dragged Steve down into that other world? Or maybe he’d been in an accident and no one had found him yet? What if his parents had come home and found out about them and decided to take him away?

Someone knocked quietly on his door, startling him from his spiraling, and opened it to see a worried look on Max’s freckled face.

“What?” He muttered, brows drawn together. It was the middle of the night.

“I, um, got a call,” she whispered, glancing down the hall to check if either of their parents were coming, and continued when they weren’t, “It was Dustin. Steve’s…missing.”

Billy felt his blood run cold, and for the first time in his life, he pulled her into his room and shut the door. She knew that he and Steve had become friends, so to tell him was only natural, but the anger that seemed to always be simmering under his skin took hold as he frowned at her and spit, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Sometimes he wondered if they could truly be siblings one day by the way her own anger took hold, her face pinching as she hissed back, “I just found out, Billy, that’s why I didn’t tell you sooner.”

They both took a breath to calm down then, knowing that getting upset at each other wouldn’t help anything, until Billy huffed, “So, what did the Henderson brat tell you?” He knew the kid and Steve were becoming close; Steve saw him like the brother he never had and Billy assumed Dustin saw Steve the same way.

“Nobody can find him,” Max whispered, “He’s just…gone. Even Nancy doesn’t know.”

Not that his ex has any business knowing where he’ll be at all times, Billy mused to himself bitterly, but he nodded, “And?”

“Dustin’s worried, so he wants to create a search party. Tonight. Will you come with me to look?”

It was late, far too late to make a fucking search party, especially with some kids he didn’t know, but Billy found himself agreeing without hesitation, “Yeah. Let’s go.”

It was fucking freezing out by the time they arrived at Steve’s house, Dustin waving them over with his flashlight. They were going to look in the woods behind the house, because it was the best place to start, Wheeler had rationalized to them. Billy couldn’t help the way his mind turned, imagining Steve dead in the leaves, cold to the touch. He shook his head and took the flashlight offered to him, clicking it on and beginning to slowly make his way towards the woods first.

Ultimately, it was useless. There was no goddamn trace of Steve anywhere in those woods and Billy’s heart felt heavy as he hauled both he and Max back home at dawn, exhausted and dirty. His shoes were wet from the mud and dew, his bones ached from the cold, and the bitter taste of disappointment settled on his tongue.

When they’d arrived home, Neil was standing outside, his jaw set in that familiar way that made Billy’s stomach drop.

He made sure Max got to her room before facing his dad, and not a syllable was uttered before he was smacked to the ground, Neil demanding to know where they had been all night. Susan had hid away in the bathroom the entire time, and Billy grit his teeth as he suffered another blow, the bitter taste turning to blood in his mouth.

When his dad was done and sent him to his room, Billy made his way to it, shutting the door as quietly as he could. Angry, confused tears burned in his eyes and he muffled a soft cry behind his dirt-smudged hand, leaning against the door heavily before sliding down it.

He fucking hated this - he hated this house, this town, his dad, his own weakness, but most of all, he hated not knowing where Steve was.

Across the room, in the quiet of the morning, his stereo clicked on.

So when you're near me, Darling Can't you hear me, S.O.S.

Billy’s bloodshot eyes flicked over to the sound.

The love you gave me Nothing else can save me, S.O.S.

Billy couldn’t breathe - couldn’t even fucking move - as the song played, his eyes wide as he watched the tape spin and spin in the deck until it stopped, rewound, and played the chorus again.

So when you're near me, Darling Can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me Nothing else can save me, S.O.S.

“Steve,” he whispered shakily, wiping his nose before getting up and going over to the stereo, staring down at it. All at once, Billy recalled Steve telling him about Christmas lights and a desperate mother, Joyce Byers, and his jaw dropped. “Steve!” He gasped, touching the stereo just as the tape stopped.

It didn’t play again. If Steve had been there, he wasn’t anymore, and Billy felt his stomach knot.

He needed to visit the Byers.

#harringrove #steve x billy #billy x steve #steve harrington #billy hargrove #ficlet #drabble #bambiwrites

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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Second part of the snz youtube eddie fic is here! Enjoy! :D

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That next morning, Steve wakes up to a notification on his lock screen.

Catching a Cold?

Oh shit. Quickly, the barista clicks the notification and the Youtube app opens. He shoves his headphones on, not wanting Robin to hear. God, he's never going to get over that one. The screen is black as always, and the time stamp tells him the video is just over five minutes long. Swallowing, Steve closes his eyes and lays back.

"So uh, you guys know I moved," Eddie starts talking. It makes the man squirm instantly, now knowing what TheBanished looks like- better than he ever imagined.

"I thi'gk that maybe my body isn't used to such a cold windter, b-because...uhh-hh! Sohhr-hhy. snfSNF! because I've be'd here for two weeks a'hd...hh..I'm gohh'da...iIHGKshhEW! ihkGXchew! snf! weeks a'hd I'm a-hhlready...ihngKTshhuhEW! snfsnf! already sick.."

Steve breathes shakily as Eddie rubs at his nose, clearing his throat.

"A'hdyways, uh...snfSNF! fugck...ihK'eiSHHew! iiGhKSH'uhEW! h'EhGkishhuhew! snfsNF! I fou'd that tea ki'da helps my throat some, snf! There's this coffee shop nehh-hh! near me, a'hd the guy had me try some ki'd of lavender tea? Was agctually really g-good...ihKSHHh! hihGkSH! hihIKSHew!"

“Steve! We’re gonna be late come on!”

His entire body tenses and he rips his earphones out.

“Sorry! Sorry, be right out, overslept!“

They make it to the coffee shop with ten less minutes to get the place ready than they usually have, but Steve honestly wishes he could have finished listening first. The man works on getting the till out while Robin starts making the basic coffees.

During the morning rush, Steve looks for Eddie, thinking back to how he’d said the tea was good. He tries not to dwell on the fact he’s just ‘the guy’, tries to think about how Eddie had called him Stevie instead.

Time passes and Steve stands at the counter, elbows leaning on it as the rush finally dies. Robin walks up, a small smirk on her lips, like she has something she wants to say, but isn’t sure if she should.

“Can I help you?”

“Are you looking like a sad puppy because sick boy hasn’t shown?”

“First of all,” Steve huffs, glaring. “His name is Eddie. Secondly, no, I’m just tired.”

“How are you tired? You overslept.”

The retort Steve’s about to respond with dies on his lips when the door opens and Eddie walks in, looking decidedly worse than the previous day. He’s no longer in real clothes, instead he’s got black joggers and a faded Metallica sweatshirt on, his skin paler and cheeks slightly flushed.

“Go ahead and make that tea again,” Steve suggests to Robin, who rolls her eyes fondly and nods.

“Eddie, hey, how’re you f-“

“h’ihgTsh’ew! ihKkshhEW! hIHGkSHew! Guh…”

The sneezes are aimed into the inner part of his sweatshirt, the neck pulled up over his face. They sound congested and undeniably sick, scraping at his throat on the way out. Steve isn’t sure if he feels sympathy or desire. Maybe a little bit of both.

“I guess that answers that,” Steve jokes good-naturedly.

“Sorry, ki’da kicki’g my ass,” he sniffles again and rubs his face with the sleeve cuff that’s over his hand. “I’m go’dda grab a tea a’d the’d head out, do’t need you getti’g sick too.”

Steve and Robin both wince at just how congested and croaky his voice is. The overwhelming urge to bring this man he doesn’t even know into his arms floods Steve’s brain and he crosses his arms, shaking his head.

“It’s okay, really. You can’t help it.”

The long haired man rubs his face again and Steve glances to see Robin finishing up steeping the tea. Eddie grabs his wallet and the barista shakes his head, hair wobbling from the volume of it.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house today.” Steve can’t help but smile as the other man’s jaw drops a little and his brow furrows. With his nose this pink and circles under his eyes, he desperately wants to reach out and brush hair out of the mans face, maybe check for a fever.

“I ca’dt let you do that, I ca’d pay.”

“Nah man. Besides, Robin and I make free drinks for ourselves all the time. Think of it as me making myself tea but deciding I don’t want it,” Steve assures, looking into Eddie’s big brown eyes.

“….fi’de. But just this once. Tha’gk you guys.”

Robin holds out the large cup of tea across the counter, giving him a sympathetic smile. Eddie takes it and puts both hands around the cardboard, probably warming his hands. Steve wonders if he’s cold, but then reminds himself it’s autumn and he’s sick. Of course the guy is cold. Warmth pools in his stomach, a desperate feeling that he wishes he could ignore. He just wants to help.

For a moment, Steve notices as Eddie’s nose twitches and his pink nostrils flare, eyes fluttering, but then nothing happens. He scrubs at his nose and sniffles, coughing quietly into his arm.

“I’b go’dda head out, but…Tha’gk you agai’d.” He says it with a smile, even if it’s a tired one, and Steve feels butterflies in his stomach.

“I hope you feel better,” Steve finally manages, as Eddie’s walking out the door, knowing he probably hadn’t heard him.

“Damn you got it bad,” Robin snorts. “You usually never make drinks for yourself.”

“Get back to work,” the co-manager huffs, and Robin salutes him, grabbing a towel to wipe down the counter with.

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Steve Rogers – Modern Woman

AU fic where all the avengers live and work together including a rehabilited Bucky Barnes and my character Mel.

Description

Steve can’t help but be drawn to Mel but she’s a thoroughly modern woman of the age complete with tattoo’s wild hair and piercings but what would she want with an old school gentleman like himself

Warnings

Mostly just funny and fluffy with NSFW Smut towards the end

This is out of character even for my version of Steve but I liked the idea so I just rolled with it, don’t take it too seriously.

Word Count: 4978

“Wow! Your hair looks amazing Mel” Wanda enthused, walking around her in a circle to view it from all angles.

“Thanks Wanda, you don’t think it’s too bright?” Mel asked, self-consciously smoothing her hand over her Bubble gum Pink hair.

“Well you could go brighter, but they can probably already see you from space, so where’s the need” Tony Smirked, his eyes not leaving the screen of his phone, propped up against the jug of orange juice on the breakfast table.

Natasha smacked him upside the head as she left the table to fetch more coffee “Ouch” he muttered cringing away from the former assassin, gaze still trained on his phone.

She smirked down at him as he flinched “Baby”

Turning her attention back to Mel she ducked left and right, viewing her new haircut and colour from all angles “I like it, especially the shaved bit on the side, very edgy”

Bucky walked into the kitchen making a beeline for the coffee machine as usual, only pulling up short when he caught sight of the ladies clustered around it “Woah Mel that’s… er… different”

Mel laughed, rolling her eyes as he walked towards her “Yeah because normally I’m so conservative”

Bucky threw his metal arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his muscular chest, grinning from ear to ear “Can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction”

Natasha laughed “Poor Stevie, even a lip piercing is too much for him let alone…” she looked at Mel sideways “Well…” she gestured to Mel shrugging.

Mel laughed, Steve struggled to hide his horror whenever she arrived back at the tower fresh from the tattoo parlour. Her largest tattoo being a full Avengers themed sleeve on her left arm. She had that done years before she interviewed for Tony as the team techy, he’d just laughed when he saw it and hired her on the spot, so it had come in handy.

Working with the Avengers was a dream come true, she spent most days working with Tony and Bruce in the labs coming up with new gadgets to keep the team safe. More importantly, she kept them under control ensuring they didn’t attempt to build anymore superbots. Vision had turned out great in the end but Ultron went badly wrong. It had taken a long time for the team to truly feel comfortable with Bruce and Tony being back in a lab together.

Very occasionally Mel would be required for surveillance missions, usually where high levels of tech were involved, but they were minor league dangerous. Mel liked to joke that she was like the teams conscience, the little voice in their ears. Natasha on the other hand referred to her as the devil on her shoulder, as she was prone to making sarcastic comments over the comms. Which on more than one occasion had reduced Sam or Bucky to fits of giggles nearly blowing their covers.

Steve had chewed her out several times for it but she could tell he really wanted to laugh, his beautiful mouth twitching up at the sides as he shouted. She loved to watch him talk, didn’t matter what he was saying it was an excuse to watch the way his mouth moved, as she imagined him putting that mouth to better use.

At least twice Bucky had caught her staring at him during briefings, having to kick her under the table to snap her out of her stupor. It was painfully obvious to everyone she had a massive crush on the Captain. To hide it would be a near impossible task, so instead she played on it, flirting with and teasing Steve until he blushed beet red was a daily challenge for her.

Mel knew nothing was ever going to happen there, Steve didn’t think of her that way. She was way to “Modern a Dame” as he’d called her once. Whereas he was an old school gentleman, something that she found a major turn on unfortunately.

“Oh god! You didn’t get a lip piercing this time did you?..” Steve started, overhearing their conversation as he entered the kitchen. Catching sight of them grouped by the counter he came to a complete dead stop, eyes wide staring at Mel.

Bucky smirked at his best friend, releasing Mel to move to the table for breakfast.

Mel winked at Natasha, before turning to fully face the super soldier, she’d been looking forward to teasing him all morning.

“So big boy, what do you think?” Mel smiled provocatively, tipping the Captain a wink.

Steve stood rooted to the spot, mouth gaping, the only giveaway he’d even heard her was the pink tint spreading along his cheekbones.

Mel slinked towards the frozen super soldier, swaying her hips slowly, noting the way his gaze dropped fractionally as she sauntered closer. Throwing a glance over her shoulder she grinned at the sight of her best friends, shaking silently, desperately trying and failing to keep a straight face.

She turned her full attention back to the Captain, like a predator stalking its prey, doing a little twirl for him fluffing up her long, soft pink hair “So? What do you think?”

Steve gulped as she gazed seductively up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Looks… Looks lovely Mel” he stammered, completely red in the face. He quickly side stepped the tech, moving to join Bucky at the table.

Looking round Mel caught Tony staring at her, finally looking up from his phone an amused look playing across his face as he tried not to laugh “You shouldn’t wind the old man up you’ll give him a heart attack one day”

Mel shrugged “One day, he might surprise us all and give as good as he gets” grinning to the room at large she skipping gleefully from the room “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the lab” she called over her shoulder.

Tony turned back to look at Steve fixing him with an infuriatingly superior look “Cap are you ever going to do anything about the raging boner you have for that woman?”

The reaction around the table at his words was immediate. Sam and Bucky looked at each other then back to Steve bursting out laughing at his shocked expression. Wanda and Natasha leaned on the kitchen counter watching the super soldier curiously, while Bruce gaped at the billionaire shocked at how baldly he’d put it.

Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair “I’m not her type Tony, you know that”

“That’s an excuse and you know it Cap” Tony declared getting to his feet, crossing the room to drop his plate and cup in the dishwasher.

“How do you know what her type is anyway Steve?” Natasha enquired, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Well come on, she’s… she’s so modern and I’m so… so… old fashioned” Steve cried, throwing his hands up in the air.

“That’s just appearance Steve, deep down every woman wants a bit of good old fashioned loving” Wanda smirked.

Steve looked up at the women leaning on the counter, suddenly very aware they knew Mel better than anyone on the team.

“Are you guessing or do you know that for a fact in this case?” He asked carefully.

Natasha snorted “We know Steve, Jesus you’re so oblivious, Mel is held over heels for you everyone knows it, now would you please do something about it” she said, with a roll of her eyes.

“Seriously?” he asked incredulous.

Bucky’s hand landed heavily on his friends shoulder “Seriously punk, we can all see the way you look at each other”

Steve looked to Sam for confirmation, who nodded “Seriously!”

He looked to the table for a moment thinking hard, then back to Natasha and Wanda “Ok so if I’m gonna do this I’ll need your help”

Wanda whooped punching her fist in the air as Natasha grinned deviously at the super solider “Bring it on Stevie”

***

“You want to do what?” Wanda shrieked between her fingers, her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror

Natasha leaned back against the door to Steve’s room regarding the soldier with interest.

“You know she likes you just the way, you are you don’t need to go to all this trouble...” she queried an amused smile tugging at her lips.

Steve grinned “Maybe it’s time to prove that I can give as good as I get”

Wanda squeaked, dropping her hands from her face finally “Well that will do it alright… but it’s awful extreme”

Running a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it up in that sexy way that made all the girls swoon, not that he noticed, Steve sighed.

“Sometimes you have to go to extremes for love”

The two women exchanged raised eyebrows before bursting into hysterics.

“Dramatic much” Natasha smirked from the doorway.

Wanda laughed “Well I still think you’re crazy… but I’ll grab my purse, we have some shopping to do”

Wanda and Natasha left Steve’s room “See you downstairs in 5” still chuckling to themselves.

3 hours later they were back in Steve’s room his purchases spread across the bed.

Wanda, who was now finally on board once the shopping began, was gleefully bouncing around looking at their purchases and trying to decide where to begin.

“Bathroom now” Natasha ordered crooking her finger at the super solider indicating he should follow. Steve’s last thought before they got to work was “What had he gotten himself into!”

Mel wandered into the kitchen, following the gorgeous smell wafting down the hall that had enticed her, Bruce and even Tony to leave the lab.

“Oh my god! Wanda’s cooking” Mel squealed excitedly, Wanda’s cooking was second to none.

Wanda looked up from the pot smiling “It’s almost done, why don’t you set the table”

Bruce and Mel grabbed handfuls of cutlery and plates, while Tony sorted the drinks out. One by one the rest of the team appeared at the doorway having allowed the smell of Wanda’s cooking to distract them from whatever task they’d been doing at the time.

Bucky and Sam had clearly been in the gym as they arrived dressed in their sweats with wet hair, Vision drifted though the wall from the library right behind Bruce making him scream and drop a plate. They all laughed at him teasing him about turning green which just earned them a death glare from the scientist.

Mel busied herself helping Wanda dish up, handing out the plates of food to those already sat at the table. Completely preoccupied with trying not to drop 3 plates at once, she didn’t witness the new arrivals enter the kitchen behind her.

Tony who was already tucking into his food not waiting for anyone as usual froze, eyes wide his fork suspended halfway between his open mouth and the plate.

Bucky abruptly began to choke on the glass of water he was drinking, eyes watering trying to prevent it from rushing out his nose. Sam absentmindedly pounded him on the back, not one for missing an opportunity to hit the super soldier, while shooting amused glances to the doorway. Bruce like Mel had his back to the door, they looked up at the sounds of Bucky choking then at each other confused. Bruce swivelled to look over his shoulder, following Tony’s shocked gaze “What did you do?” he breathed horrified.

Mel turned to see Natasha in the doorway grinning widely at her and then turned her gaze to the man next to her, her uncomprehending eyes not recognising him for a second “Steve?” she gasped her mouth falling open in shock.

She barely recognised him and not in a good way. Gone was his beautiful blonde hair replaced with a bright vivid red, styled slightly spikey, pulled down and swept across his forehead. Admittedly she liked the style but the colour did nothing for him.

Eyes sliding down over his grinning face she realised he was uncharacteristically dressed all in black and much more casually that she was used to. His hoodie was emblazoned with the Avengers logo and his baggy combat trousers were slung low on his hips, a metal chain hanging between his back pocket and belt. As she stared, he pushed his right sleeve up his arm, a collective gasp of horror rippled around the room as he revealed a full tribal tattoo sleeve.

Mel squeaked appalled hiding her face in her hands not wanting to see, but then immediately parting her fingers to peak through unable to look away, what had he done to his beautiful body.

“Well…” began Sam “Well Steve, I never thought anyone would be able to top Mel’s flamingo pink hair, but here I am proved wrong”

“What on earth were you thinking?” Tony demanded torn between the desire to snap a picture or slap some sense into the man.

“Mel said she wanted to see me give as good as a got one day, so here I am giving it everything I got” Steve responded waving his tattooed arm towards Mel.

Mesmerised Mel watched his arm wave through the air before she registered his words “Oh no! Don’t you blame this on me, I wanted you to fight back a little as in tease me not… not… well this” She cried gesturing to all of him.

“I think he looks sexy like this don’t you agree Wanda?” Natasha called across to the witch who quickly ducked behind the counter on the pretence of having dropped something to hide her laughing face.

“Absolutely” she called from the floor.

Mel glared at the red head “You helped him do this, didn’t you? Jesus Nat, why didn’t you talk him out of it?”

“I don’t understand Doll, don’t you like my new look?” Steve affected a hurt look but couldn’t stop his lips from twitching up into a smile.

“No, I…” Mel started, realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks “You’re winding me up aren’t you?”

Steve, Wanda and Natasha burst into hysterics “You should see your faces right now! Natasha gasped, through the tears running down her face.

The entire table huffed out a deep breath, collectively releasing the breath they hadn’t realised they were holding.

“I dunno, I kinda like it” smirked Bucky “You’ve finally joined this century Stevie”

Mel spun to shout at the super soldier “He should be dressing like a grown up not like some gothic emo teenager!”

Bruce looked at Mel thoughtfully “It’s not all that different to how you dress Mel” he said quietly.

Mel snapped her gaze down to the man next to her “You what? I don’t… I mean… oh god you’re right” She stared down at her own all black outfit, thoughtfully touching her pink hair.

“Wanda” Mel shouted suddenly making everyone jump “Tomorrow we’re going shopping, Nat I’ll need you too”

“Yay more shopping” Wanda clapped her hands together gleefully.

“Finally!” Natasha breathed out triumphantly, a smirk plastered across her face.

Turning back to Steve Mel marched across the room into she was right in front of him “Right Mr you’re coming with me, I refuse to look at you like this for a second longer, we’ve got to sort this”

Steve laughed staring down at her “But what about dinner?”

“Shoulda thought about that before pulling this little stunt” she grimaced at his red hair again.

Rushing out the door, she grabbed him by the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging him with her

“Save us some food would ya” he shouted to Wanda as he was unceremoniously hauled from the room.

“Where are we going Doll?” Steve asked chuckling as she shoved him into the Elevator and hit the button for Steve’s floor with her fist.

“Your room, to get all of… well that off you” Mel shook her head “For the love of god tell me that none of it’s permanent”

Steve Chuckled “The hair dye is wash in wash out, though Nat has warned me my hair may be a little orange for a while, the tattoo… Well look…”

Mel looked down to the arm he was holding out, with his other hand he reached up under the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled the fake tattoo sleeve down, over his wrist revealing his unblemished and perfect skin.

She sighed in relief as it came off “Oh thank goodness”

“What’s the matter Doll? Didn’t you think it suited me?”

Mel rolled her eyes “Don’t get me wrong Steve, seeing you with a tattoo was actually kinda hot but I wouldn’t have wanted you to mark your gorgeous body permanently to prove a point” she threw at him before thinking it through belatedly and realising what she’d said.

Silence followed her admission the tension in the room suddenly skyrocketing “Gorgeous huh?” Steve asked softly, raising a hand to Mel’s chin and lifting, forcing her chocolate brown eyes up to his sky blue’s.

Seeking to diffuse the sudden tension Mel laughed nervously, shrugging she stepped backwards to the elevator wall “Oh come on Steve you know you are”

He continued to stare down at her thoughtfully, a slight smile on his lips, leaning over towards the panel of buttons he brought his palm down square on the emergency stop button causing the elevator to slam to a sudden stop.

Mel squeaked in surprise, flattening herself back against the wall as Steve bore down on her, placing a hand on the wall either side of her shoulders.

Once the lift had shuddered to a complete stop, Steve wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close, he swooped down to capture her lips with his own.

Tangled a hair into her hair, he kissed her with a passion that Mel didn’t know he possessed. Raising her own hands, she fisted them into his hoodie pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as she opened her mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Mel groaned as his other hand found its way to her backside, gripping her tight and pulling her flush against him, pushing a muscular thigh between hers, pinning her to the wall.

“Captain Rogers you have activated the emergency stop on the elevator do you require assistance?” FRIDAY called into the elevator.

Pulling back Steve shouted at the ceiling “No thanks FRIDAY, we’re fine” Mel grinned at him, pulling him back down to her, she tangled her hand in his vivid hair, crashing her lips back on his.

“Err Cap?” The sound of Tony’s voice filled the small space “You know there are cameras in there right?”

“Best turn them off then Tony, otherwise you’re going to get quite the show” Mel called out, tearing her lips from Steve’s momentarily, Steve grinned impishly in response to her words.

“Oh no, get out at the next floor or I will come up there and make you” Tony shouted as the elevator started moving again.

Mel sighed mumbling under her breath “Party pooper”

Steve placed a kiss on the tip of her nose and released her, stepping back till he reached the other side of the confined space, his arousal evident even through his baggy trousers.

The door pinged and slid open “Well we really should get that stuff out of your hair and you out of those clothes anyway” Mel said as they left the elevator.

“I rather thought we’d started on the latter already” Steve said laughing as he followed her down the hall.

Stopping outside his door Mel looked at him thoughtfully “Was that the point of all this?” Pulling on the chain on his trousers.

“Well yes and no” Steve confirmed unlocking his room and ushering her inside.

“No, the point wasn’t to make you want to rip my clothes off exactly… but it was supposed to… I dunno make you see me like the type of guy you would usually go for”

“You’re an idiot” Mel huffed heading for the bathroom briefly pausing at the confused look on his face.

“What makes you think I like guys dressed like this? When have you ever seen me with one? When have you ever seen me with a guy for that matter? For all you knew I was a lesbian”

“Nat never gave me any indication that I was the wrong gender” he chuckled.

Mel laughed “Oh Nat said did she, using my friends against me I see… how did that work out for you?”

Steve shrugged “You’re here aren’t you… though I confess it didn’t go as I’d expected”

Mel walked back over to him, hands settling on his hips just under the hem on his hoodie “Know why?”

Steve inhaled sharply as he felt her hands drift higher, edging under his clothes, fingertips gently skimming over his sides “No please do enlighten me”

“It’s because I don’t have a type” she said sliding her hands higher, bringing his hoodie with her hands, forcing it up over his head and flinging it into a corner.

Bringing her hands back to Steve’s chest she began to trace lazy circles on his bare skin “Well actually that’s not strictly true, I do have a type but it’s very specific”

Steve brought his hand up to cup her cheek using his other hands to gently lift her chin, so she was looking into his eyes “What is it?”

Mel smiled “You” she stated simply.

A lazy grin spread across the super soldier's face at her words, stooping to kiss her once more he was brought up short when she ducked out of his hold and stepped into his bathroom.

Straightening up the smile sliding from his face to be replaced with a confused frown, he watched Mel spin in the doorway to face him. With an exaggerated and flirtatious wink she crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the hem of her black T-shirt and pulled it over her head, depositing it on the floor next to her and placed her hands on her hips in challenge.

Steve inhaled sharply taking in the sheer Navy lace bralet that had been hidden under her plain clothes. Stepping towards her he reached out and pulled her to him, one large hand placed on her lower back the other resting on the smooth skin over the ribcage.

"I don't remember you showing me this tattoo before" Steve murmured his mouth curved into a smirk as his gaze fell to the picture of his shield peeking out from underneath the Navy lace, adorning the tender skin above her left breast.

A slow smile spread across Mel's face "Maybe I was hoping you'd find it someday"

Steve chuckled "I'm wondering what else you haven't shown me now"

Stepping back out of his arms once more Mel grinned impishly at him "Oh baby you haven't seen anything yet"

Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her skirt she pushed the garment over her hips towards the floor straightening up as the material hit the floor.

Steve surveyed the goddess in front of him, taking in the Captain America themed lacy French knickers she wore with only a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

"I didn't know they made Captain America underwear" was his response along with a disbelieving smile.

Mel shrugged "They don't" turning she reached into the shower to switch on the water leaving it to warm up "I had these made special, just for you"

"Lucky you were wearing them today then" Steve responded.

Mel nodded "Definitely my lucky day"

Reaching for his belt buckle she undid the clasp and pushed the baggy pants from his hips with a look of disgust "Never let me catch you wearing these again"

Chuckled Steve shook his head "No Mam"

"Now did you want me to help get that dye out of your hair or can you manage by yourself" Mel asked with a lilt to her voice, as she pulled one bra strap down her arm, pausing to wait for his reaction.

Eyes wide as he realised she intended to join him in the shower, Steve felt his mouth go dry "I definitely need help"

Mel dropped her gaze the evident bulge in his tight black boxers "So I see" she murmured provocatively.

Stepping back into his embrace she placed her palm to front of his boxers, squeezing him gently through the material "And what will you give me in return?" she whispered eyes boring into his.

Steve groaned at the touch of her hand, hauling her into his arms and crashing his lips to hers.

Invading her mouth with his tongue, he marvelled at the sweet taste of her, hands roaming her soft skin, pressing her ever tighter against him.

Mel responded in kind, running her hands over his muscles, cupping his face and sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Flipping open the clasp holding her bralet closed Steve pulled back briefly to allow her to remove it. Gripping her pert backside, he lifted her onto the sink the shower now forgotten, slipping between her parted thighs to drop his mouth to the exposed flesh. Mel arched into his touch her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he engulfed her nipple, fingers expertly pinching at the other.

Mewling in pleasure she hooked her legs over his hips pulling him closer to grind her overheated core against his arousal. Steve could feel how damp she was through 2 layers of material, the knowledge drove him wild.

"Careful Doll or I might just have to take you right here, right now" he hissed against her flesh.

Mel chuckled grinding against him once more with a low moan "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep Captain"

Peering up at her Steve considered briefly if she was seriously challenging him or joking. Grinning at his confusion Mel raised an eyebrow "I thought you were giving as good as you got today?"

Grinning in response Steve stepped back from her, pulled her from her perch atop the sink and spun her, trapping her between the sink and his muscular body. Eyes boring into hers through the mirror he placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder hands trailing down her sides, leaving fire in their wake "You may regret saying that Doll"

Mel pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, noting how his cock twitched against her ass with the movement "Make me" She defied with a smirk.

Hooking his thumbs into her panties Steve pulled them down her long legs, allowing her to kick them away as he dealt with his boxers the last remaining barrier between them.

Using his foot he pushed her legs further apart and backwards causing her to automatically bend over the sink, eyes wide and wild at the thought of what was about to happen.

"Don't keep me waiting Captain" she hissed out in anticipation and desperation, she'd waited for this so long.

Cock in hand Steve stroked her folds with his tip groaning loudly on finding her wet and ready for him "Hold on then Doll"

Guiding himself into her entrance he slid into her fully, both crying out in exaggerated sexual agony at the feeling.

Mel arched her back revelling in the feeling of being filled by him, it almost being enough to push her over the edge before they'd even started. Holding himself steady Steve attempted to gather his wits, but one look at the wild, wanton expression on Mel's face reflected in the mirror and he fell apart.

Pulling himself from her body he pushed himself back inside forcefully, extracting a long feral moan from somewhere deep inside Mel.

Spurred on by the noises she was making and the way she was looking at him in the mirror Steve buried himself in her over and over, harder and faster with every thrust. Surprised not only that Mel wanted it that way, but that she was encouraging him to use her so completely, actively basking in the bruising brutal pace he was inflicting on her body.

Mel could feel her body building to fever pitch quicker than she wanted, but the sexual tension had been ready to snap for some time, neither of them was going to be able to hang on much longer.

"Right there baby, that's it harder" she cooed, as he found just the right spot that made her toes curl.

Gritting his teeth Steve slammed into her so hard they both heard the sink crunch in protest, but niether could even contemplate stopping at this point.

With 3 more ferocious thrusts Mel came apart at the seams, screaming out her release her walls spasming around his cock so hard it trigged his own orgasm. Hips stuttering, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to bruise Steve emptied himself into her, shouting out her name in pure ecstasy.

Mel sagged boneless over the sink, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, breath fogging the surface as she panted, attempting to normalise her breathing.

Possessed of super soldier stamina Steve recovered quicker, pulling himself from her exhausted body she whimpered quietly at the loss her legs wobbling and threatening to give.

Reaching first into the long abandoned shower to turn off the now cold water Steve returned to scoop her up into his arms bridal style. Carrying her back to his bedroom and laying her carefully on his bed, sliding in next to her to pull her back into his arms unable to keep himself from touching her.

With a sigh Mel drapped her arm over his chest, snuggling into shoulder as his arm snaked around her back.

"Well" she huffed out finally with a tired chuckle "I'm not entirely sure you're that much of an old-fashioned gentleman after all"

Steve grinned down at her upturned smiling face "I think I could get used to being a bit more modern"

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