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WHERE YOU ARE. luke castellan

description. almost a year after you and luke breakup, you find yourself in his embrace once more to scratch an itch you can't reach yourself.

includes. SMUT 18+, exes hooking up, fem!coded reader, unprotected p n v, outdoor sex, both r and luke have major attitudes, r is claimed but not specified, a little angsty (they're exes cmon what did u expect), takes place during tlt but no major plot points mentioned; title and inspiration from sunshine by steve lacy

wc: 4.2k+

a/n: as mr steve lacy said, "still will give you dick anytime you need!". ao3 link

There is an itch you can’t scratch.

It’s been there for almost exactly a year, persistent and reminding you of what you’ve been lacking since last summer. You’ve attended to it time and time again, digging into it with all of your might, only to be left semi-satisfied. Never left with lazy eyes, relaxed limbs, and a far away want to do it all over again once you recovered.

The blame for your lack of satisfaction is placed on your chosen partners.

Humans, all either far too eager to please or not eager enough. Either too cocky and overconfident, or lacking any and all confidence at all.

They got between your legs, did the job, but never well enough. They never did it like he did.

And for the past year, specifically the past few months, you’ve been trying to ignore it. Day by day, when you were forced to coexist with your ex, you attempted to push the feeling to the side. You instead focused on the heat on your skin and the gravity pushing large droplets of uncomfortable sticky sweat down your body, ignoring the way sweat made his skin shine. You buried yourself in work, taking up chores offhandedly mentioned by Mr. D, especially if they would get you away from group settings.

But then, in the solitude of mindless duties, you had nothing to do except think about Luke Castellan.

His dark curly hair. His even darker eyes. The way his rounded face had become more chiseled since last summer. The sound of his laughter and the smell of his shampoo. The feeling of his hands on your hips and your waist and your ass and especially between your thighs.

At the end of the night, you would always fall back and spend a little extra time in the showers, bringing yourself to orgasm after orgasm with hopes that eventually one would give even half of the amount of satisfaction a single orgasm from Luke would.

Clearly, with the way you’re watching him from across the dining hall with wide eyes, it hasn’t been working.

“You’re staring.” The pointed voice of your sister next to you breaks you out of your stupor.

You’re quick to avert your eyes to your plate instead, finding that your food had been picked over, conformed from its original shape and placed in a few different spots so your plate appears as if it’s overflowing instead of losing its contents.

You don’t bother saying anything in response, instead shoveling a fork full of brisket into your mouth.

“Just two more days. You can last until then,” she reassures you.

You’re not sure if you could.

ㅤ

Only a few minutes later were you sliding almost all of your food into the fire, completely ignoring the rumbling in your stomach.

Please.

The rest of your brisket glides into the fire.

Just give me one more time.

Your cheese and bread join it.

That’s all I ask for.

In goes the fruit and then your plate is empty.

Someone steps up beside you and you’re about to leave anyway, so you pay them no mind. Not until they speak to you.

“Hey.”

Gods, it’s almost pathetic how the simple greeting makes you feel.

Suddenly, the waving flames of the fire in front of you is the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“Hey.”

“What’d you give up?”

Has his voice always sounded like that? Suddenly it’s … deeper. Granted, the last time you spoke to him alone was a year ago. Both of you have matured since then, but in some ways you’re still stuck in your old nature.

“Fruit. Bread. Brisket. The usual.”

Even though the conversation is extremely lackluster, you find yourself wanting it to continue. You want to speak to him more.

Luke hums and it’s only then that you look at him.

He’s turned to face you now, holding an empty plate in his hand and you wonder: when had he given his offering up? Surely you should have seen it since the fire was all you could focus on during the last minute. Really, you just weren’t taking in any information at all save for the addicting sound of Luke’s voice.

“And what did you ask for?” His eyebrows lift, his tongue darts out to glide over his lips for a split second. A brief memory of how nice it’d been to kiss him comes back before you can prevent it.

“You know I can’t tell you that.” You take a step closer to him as you easily fall into this old routine. Tease and tease and throw in a flirtatious tone to beat around the large bush that held a ‘please fuck me’ sign.

“Telling you my prayer is like telling you my birthday wish.”

Luke tilts his head, letting his eyes wander to the side for a second before finding you again. The fire reflects in them, adding a warmth to his eyes you haven’t seen all summer.

He’d been off the past few months, holding a tension in his shoulders and having a clipped-ness to his voice at times. You might be imagining things when you feel as if he’s different—good different—with you.

“Which you used to do all the time.”

You shrug. “It was always things you could do for me. I just wanted my wishes to come true.”

“Oh yeah, like do your chores. All that time I spent scrubbing the bathroom floors for you.”

A grin finds your lips. “It was a good lesson in responsibility. Right, Luke?”

When he rolls his eyes, you notice how there’s no malice behind the action. It’s almost too easy for both of you to fall back into your old pattern.

“Yeah. Sure.” He takes a small step closer to you and if you weren’t so in tune with every detail about him, you wouldn’t have noticed it. “So you gonna tell me what you asked for or not?”

There’s no point in him knowing, other than to intrude on your life. Unfortunately, you don’t mind the intrusion.

You stare at him a little while longer, your eyes flickering back and forth between his. Every so often, you let your gaze fall to his lips, only to bring it back up to his eyes like nothing ever happened.

For a second, you pretend to think about it, falsely balancing his proposal before deciding.

“I’m good. See you around, Luke.”

When you return to your table and sit next to your sister, she has the kindness to not say anything about your prolonged absence for only a few moments.

Then, “Am I covering for you?”

You delude yourself into believing she won’t have to for a few seconds. And then you catch Luke’s eye from across the dining hall and you sigh.

“Yeah.”

ㅤ

“Knew you weren’t over me.”

You stop walking at his words, shoes thudding against the grass. The thunderous roar of the waterfall covers any other possible sound you could’ve created, but Luke never needed to hear you to know when you were approaching. It was a weird intuition thing you never understood.

“Hello to you too, Luke.”

He turns around to face you, and as expected, he’s wearing a smirk. His arms are crossed over his chest, he’s no longer sporting his camp tee, having replaced the bright orange material with a deep blue hoodie instead. Practically everything about him screams relaxed, his gray sweatpants adding to the ambience that his aura creates—one that says he knew you were going to meet him tonight.

“We’re way past formal greetings at this point, don’t you think?” He turns back to face the waterfall in front of him when you join his side. “You never used to greet me before.”

“Things change.”

“Yet you’re still out here. That could only be for one reason.”

You shrug, folding your own arms over your chest. You have nothing to do with your hands yet, and you’ve been flexing them impatiently with anticipation.

“Maybe I wanted to stargaze. Who knows.”

Luke doesn’t say anything.

In your peripheral vision, you can see him staring up at the sky, presumably stargazing like you falsely claimed you were doing. You try to do the same, picking out a few easily recognizable constellations you knew. But it’s only a minute later that you’re caving.

“Okay.”

You turn to face Luke.

He does the same.

He’s brought a lantern out here and it sits on the ground in front of you both, bright enough to illuminate the side of his face with an orange-yellow glow.

“Okay?” he asks for clarification.

Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip for a second as you mull over your words. After tonight, there’s only one more night of camp left, and then you won’t be seeing Luke for another year. There’s almost no repercussions for laying it all out now, dropping your poorly built guard to get what you’ve been craving for a year now.

“I’m not out here to fucking stargaze.” You sound exasperated as you admit it.

Luke paints a picture of faux shock on his face. He gasps, splaying a hand out over his chest as his eyes widen. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.”

Really, his attitude is starting to get on your nerves.

Your temper flares and you suddenly understand the rage and frustration Clarisse always inhabits.

“Don’t be a dick.” You try to manifest the negative feelings taking over your mind when you speak, but your tone betrays you. The command comes out too soft to change anything. Too gentle to be real.

“Thought you liked it when I was a dick?”

Something you’d told him in confidence last year. Confidence and drunken delusion. The shameless way you were grabbing at his clothes at the time clearly showed your inebriation.

“Gods, Luke, would you just stop talking and kiss me already?” You take the step closer to him, finally entering his space to get what you want. What you’ve literally been dreaming about for the past year.

He stops for a second, his eyes flitting to your lips once, twice, and just when you think he’s about to kiss you, his lips part for a different reason.

“You also liked it when I ta–”

You do it yourself.

You expect him to hesitate before giving in, but his response is quick.

Hands at your hips pulling you closer to him. His head tilting to the side so he can deepen the kiss just enough. His tongue wastes no time entering your mouth, pressing against your own tongue which allows you to taste the slightly off flavor of the root beer he’d had earlier in the night.

Just like everything else had gone tonight, you two found the rhythm easily.

You let Luke lead, pressing your chest into his, arching your back when his palm rests right above your ass.

He kisses you like he wants more, a little over eager as the tip of his nose presses into your cheek with a little too much pressure. And he could take more, you’re offering it to him with the way your hands slide under his sweatshirt and press against his bare abdomen, fingers tracing his abdominal muscles. Luke just refuses to take it. He refuses to go the extra step.

You huff against his lips, eyebrows furrowing in vexation.

Luke pulls back from you first. He stares down at you, unmoving, not saying anything and when your brain is clouded like this, you don’t have it in you to try and decipher the storm in his dark eyes.

When your brain is clouded like this, all you can think to do is speak.

“And for what it’s worth, I’m over you. I’m just not over…” you trail off, not really feeling like a conclusion is necessary to communicate exactly what you’re missing.

Luke’s laugh is more like a sharp inhale. He cups your cheek with one hand. “And that’s a part of me, angel.” The pet name sounds almost villainous coming from his lips now. It’s too heavily dipped in confidence, dripping with sour arrogance.

If you weren’t so horny, you would be turned off at the sound of it. At least, that’s what you convince yourself. But there’s very little that Luke could do to turn you off.

Instead of dwelling on it, you lean back up and press your lips to Luke’s again.

This time, Luke kisses you how you expected.

He’s rough, lacking politeness and a little bit of coordination. His hands grip at your ass, pinching the fabric of your pajama bottoms and the fabric of your panties between them. There’s lots of tongue and even more spit, a few moments where your teeth knock into each other’s.

Now that he’s participating how you want him to, there’s not much anticipation.

Your long sleeve tee is thrown over your head and placed at your feet, the same treatment goes for Luke’s sweatshirt. Your hands glide along each other’s bodies yearningly. You can’t help but start to feel satisfied with what you’re getting, even though it’s close to nothing.

You’d been wanting to even be in Luke’s vicinity with intentions other than solely platonic—almost professionally—for so long now, so just feeling the weighted heat of his hands on your bare skin is enough to make you sigh.

It doesn’t take long for both of you to end up on the ground, and after a small dispute about who gets to be on top, you end up on your hands and knees, hips wiggling impatiently as you wait for Luke to make the final move. The one to start the end of the beginning.

There’s a few prolonged moments where nothing happens. You’re trying to be patient, busying yourself with chewing on your bottom lip and listening to the soothing sounds of water falling, but you’ve been so empty for so long and you really don’t think you can last any longer.

You look over your shoulder to see Luke sitting on his haunches behind you. Just staring.

He seems to be stuck in a trance, and just when you start to get a little insecure, Luke spits into his hand and runs his fingers down your cunt, reaching back up to probe two fingers into your entrance to the first knuckle.

It’s slightly too much of a stretch all at once, and you wince a little, fingers gripping the strands of grass beneath you.

You think you hear a small apology from him but you can’t tell. Either way, he corrects himself and slowly sinks one finger into your cunt. Already, you’re letting out a drawn out sigh. It comes out more guttural than intended, as if Luke pulled it directly from deep within you as he draws his finger back out, only to plunge it back in.

His fingers scratch along places you haven’t been able to reach on your own. The tip of his digit strokes along a spot you’d been searching for for months, only having found twice on your own. (Both occurrences can be attributed to pure luck … and sheer desperation)

You don’t have to ask for more. Luke pulls the singular digit out and when he pushes back in, you feel the same stretch from before. This time, it’s more expected.

You know to let yourself relax to allow him to continue.

He enters you easily, and he starts to set a pace that hints at his intentions. He isn’t fingering you to prep you anymore, at least that’s not what it feels like he’s doing. His fingers are caressing parts that he only reaches when he wants you to cum. His pace isn’t one of careful leisure. Instead it’s goal searching.

“Luke,” you start without even knowing if there’s a finish intended.

He hums distractedly.

“Fuck me. Please.”

You aren’t above begging at this point. It’s all a means to an end for you.

But you don’t know if it’s the same for Luke.

His free hand comes to your ass and he caresses the flesh in a surprisingly tender way. You watch him lean up, and you watch him pepper kisses along your lower back.

“I’ll get there, angel, promise.”

And it suddenly occurs to you that Luke is taking his time with you. He’s savoring it all.

For a second, the carnal desire melts away to reveal something more raw. The urge you used to feel to just talk to him first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The way your insides would flutter when he smiled, or the way everything seemed a little darker when he was down.

Every emotion you’ve been working to get over for the past few months comes back tenfold in this small moment.

And then Luke hooks his fingers and you’re brought back to the more debauched side of your circumstances.

His pace speeds up a little. He introduces his other hand along your clit, singling out two fingers and rubbing wide and slow circles around the bud.

During your nostalgia filled moment, your body had gotten closer to orgasm. Luke only has to pump his digits a few more times and tighten the circles just enough and you’re digging your hands into the dirt, pushing your hips back into his touch, and arching your back as your muscles tense up and you announce your orgasm, only to let go a few moments later.

It’s a little more than pathetic how hard you cum. But you haven’t felt the touch from someone other than yourself in a long time. And you haven’t felt the touch of someone adequate enough to satisfyingly please you in an even longer time.

Your hips twitch back and forth, the muscles in your thighs tense until you ache to relax them, only to repeat the action as waves cascade through your body. Luke is there through it all, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you as he coos gentle words from behind you.

Your head hands low between your shoulders, but you still hear him coaxing you through it.

“That’s it … just let it happen. ‘S it’s a big one. You really did miss me, hm?”

He still sounds smug, but it comes off more affectionately this time. At least, a little less annoyingly.

You’ve barely let yourself calm down from your orgasm before you’re reaching between your thighs blindly, swatting Luke’s hands away and searching for something else entirely.

He chuckles, mumbles something under his breath that is definitely snarky, and you’re immediately swearing.

“Luke, I swear to the fucking Gods, if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll..”

It’s embarrassing how the meeting of his head and your entrance instantly shuts you up. It’s like a pacifier nestling between your lips, not fully settling into your cavern without a few teasing strokes up and down the plane of your cunt first.

But the teasing makes it all so much more worth it. Just the first inch makes your eyes roll back.

It’s so familiar, but in a slightly foreign way. You haven’t had it in so long, but you remember everything you loved about it.

The way his head stretches you out first, and then comes the rest of him, only a few moments of reprieve before you get to the thickest part of him. The way his fingers press into your skin as he sinks in, exercising as much restraint as he could. The way his tip parts you open, scratching parts of you that have been itching for a while now.

He’s bare within you, and if you hone in your senses enough you can feel everything. Every ridge and mountain plane and every vein. The way he’s warm and heavy within you, filling you so well you don’t know how you’ve been empty this long.

It’s like an insatiable hunger has finally been filled.

You don’t know how you’ll ever go back to being without this. Without Luke.

By the time Luke has bottomed out, you’re already attempting to fuck yourself back on him. Luke takes over quick enough, digging his hands into the fat at your hips as he drives into you.

You can feel your ass rippling with each thrust, and you think there’s clapping, too.

Luke is harsh with it, any tender moments you two had during the night are gone, replaced with fierce thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of you with an intensity that tells you he wants to cum as badly as you do.

You have the sudden urge to see his face, to watch his eyebrows pinch together as he cums. You look over your shoulder once more, and sure enough his thick eyebrows are pushed together. His lips glisten in the ambient lighting, pink and plump and parted as he focuses. His eyes don’t leave your ass, trained on where the two of you connect.

Only a few moments later does he notice you’re watching him, and he casts a look up to meet your eyes. His expression doesn’t change, still as concentrated as it was before.

Then he tells you, “turn over”.

You’re quick to comply, barely even having to mourn the brief emptiness before you’re on your back (on the ground but it doesn’t matter at this point) with your legs spread, Luke quickly entering you and resuming his pace.

He leans down, holding your thigh for leverage with one hand and holding himself up beside your head with the other. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close and yours do too.

“‘M close,” he tells you.

Your hand slinks up to dig into his curls, and like this, you’re allowed to reminisce once more.

Not one specific memory finds you, but the position is so well known. It’s so intimate, only becoming more so whenever Luke presses his lips to yours.

It doesn’t cross your mind to tell Luke to pull out. But you don’t want him to.

You need to feel him, all of him, just one more time.

So when Luke spills warm cum inside of you, it’s the highest form of pleasure.

He fucks it into you a little more, a few punctuated thrusts ensuring none of him leaks out, and then the hand on your hip comes between your thighs again. He pulls out, waits, and when you feel something trickle out of you he catches it with two fingers and drags it up to your bud.

“Can you cum for me one more time?” he asks, voice sweet and gentle.

Even if you couldn’t, if you were physically unable to, you would still give it a try if he talked to you like that.

You nod, keeping your eyes pinched shut and licking over your now unoccupied lips.

“Look at me,” Luke commands. “I wanna see you.”

Your eyes peel open. You stare up at Luke. And with two more flicks, you cum.

“Heard you’ve been calling me your ex.”

You shrug as you pull your bottoms over your hips. Your shirt is already on, but you shake it out a little, trying to get rid of dirt remains that somehow found their way into it.

“Yeah. That’s what you are.”

Luke pulls his sweatshirt back over his head before responding. “We both know I’m more than that.”

“You were more than that. Things change, Luke.”

When he meets your eyes, there’s something in his gaze. Maybe remorse?

He licks his lips, shrugs. “They don’t have to. We could go back to how things were before.”

It’s such a tempting proposition, one you laid with for weeks. Watching the sun set and then watching it rise all in one wake, wondering where things went wrong, trying to fix them in your head so you could get it all back. You treated your breakup with Luke like a mission gone wrong, and that’s where you went wrong.

You shake your head a little and start to walk away.

“Goodnight, Luke.”

His hand catches you around the wrist. He stares down at you, gaze hard and serious.

“Hey, anytime you need that. Anytime you need me to give you that, you come find me. Okay?”

Satisfaction flares in your chest as you nod.

ㅤ

By the time the sun has made itself comfortable in the sky, you’re the last one out of bed.

You shower quickly, paying extra attention to your knees to scrub the remnants of dirt off of them, and then you’re at the dining hall for breakfast, sliding up next to your sister with striking bags under your eyes and an alluring glow added to your aura.

She doesn’t say anything for a while and neither do you. Both of you tend to your hunger, slowly setting food into your mouth and savoring the sweetness of the strawberry pancakes.

Only when nothing is left on your plates but your offerings does she speak.

“Covering for you tonight again?”

You don’t hesitate at all when you say, “Yep.”

“You owe me.” She’s trying to come off a little demanding, maybe a little mean. But she looks a little amused. Maybe even happy for you.

Your eyes leave hers to look across the dining hall, finding Luke already looking at you.

When you grin in response, sickly sweet and triumphant, you don’t know if it’s towards her or Luke.

Either way, your reply is the same.

“I love you.”

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Knees Buckle (The Boys)

Warning(s); sloppy kissing, sensitive mouth,lowkey mean boys,cumming without being touched,crying/crying kink.

Pairing(s); The Boys X (Afab) Fem! Reader.

Summary; you regret telling your friends that your mouth is sensitive.

A/n; …..this is for @toomanybandstocare 🫡

“It was embarrassing! Stop laughing!” You pouted crossing your arms as you leaned against Eddie’s trailer wall. Eddie chuckled sipping his beer bottle “I’m sorry sweetheart!” Billy nodded “Cmon it’s a little funny” he added. “You guys are just fucking assholes” you sat your bottle down on his coffee table.

“Did your knees really give out? Just from a kiss?” Steve asked and you nodded “it’s normal!! I have a overly sensitive mouth anyway!” You defended and the three men looked at each other. “How sensitive?” Billy asked and you shrugged “I don’t know how to answer that Billy” you leaned back against the wall. “I’m sorry you had a bad date” you rolled your eyes “sure you are billy” “I am!” He defended hiding his smirk with his bottle of beer.

“You’ve always been sensitive” you furrowed your brows at Steve “what’s that supposed to mean!” “Even in school! If a guy just brushed your arm you’d be unable to speak” you rolled your eyes “not true…” “so true! When you first met billy you could barely form the word hi” “I’m anti social! Shut up Harrington!” He rolled his eyes.

“You aren’t sensitive when I touch you” Eddie pointed out “well yeah because I’m used to it. You’ve known me since we were 4” you sighed “I’m never gonna find a boyfriend” “sure you will!” Billy said and you continued to pout. “Dolly, stop pouting” Billy stood up sitting his bottle down and stalking over to you. “Cmon smile for me” he cupped your cheeks and your face flushed from his close proximity.

“What’s gonna make you smile hmm?” He tucked hair behind your ear and you felt like your brain was mushed. Billy chuckled “will a kiss make it better?” He offers and you nod “mhm” you mumble expecting him to kiss your cheek like normal. He smiled and dipped his head down pressing his lips to yours, you let out a gasp and he pressed his tongue into your mouth. His hand cupped the back of your neck keeping you pressed to him.

Your hands fisted his red button up your knees feeling week and like they were about to give out until he pulled away. You gasped leaning down into his chest as he smirked “did your knees wanna give out pretty girl? Hmm?” You didn’t say anything just focused on trying to fix your breathing and Steady your jelly legs.

You didn’t even get a chance because Steve was pushing Billy out of the way and capturing your lips in his and you whined your thighs trembling. Steve gripped your chin keeping you held to his mouth as he kissed you pleasure shooting though you from your mouth. Steve pulls away leaving your lips wet and sloppy and you’re clinging to him.

Your release is once again short lived as Eddie grabs you and tugs you to him kissing you just as roughly as the other two. He wrapped a arm around your waist helping you to stand as he kissed you roughly. Pleasured pangs shot through your body and when Eddie pulled away your legs gave out and you fell down to his carpet you body shivering. Tears pricked your eyes and your face was flushed as your thighs twitched.

“Dolly, did you just cum?” Billy asked and you shook your head “n-no” you stuttered and Steve chuckled “oh you so did. What a naughty little girl” Steve chides and you were limply clinging to Eddie’s jeans, hand fisted into his jeans. “You guys are so….so mean” you sniffled and Eddie bent down lifting you up “Awh, don’t cry sweetheart we are sorry. Just wanted a little fun didn’t mean for that to happen” you hiccuped tears streaming down your face from embarrassment.

“Liar!” You whined and the three men chuckled Eddie sat down with you in his lap, Billy coming over and tilting your head back against his chest “maybe we just wanted to see those pretty little tears of yours Dolly” you sniffled “such a pretty little thing” he pecked your lips again and you squirmed. “sorry baby we’ll fix it, make it right Cmon” Steve pulled your face over to him and pecked your lips. “Yeah, we are gonna make it feel so much better good girl.” Eddie promised and pecked your lips.

#tori writes #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove smut

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loggiepj · 1 year

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YOU'RE NOT MY TYPE

Summary: Wanda mistakenly rejects you when you try to ask her out.

And now she regrets it because you're definitely, undeniably her type.

Seeing your ex-girlfriend kiss someone else in your workplace felt like hell.

It was as if love broke you. The ability to function hindered only by one organ in your body. And even if it was so tiny, once it was hurt, it would hurt you like a ton.

Through the first weeks, the breakup affected your work. Finding yourself stuttering through discussions or staring blankly in space during meetings, it was as if your life stopped and you began to question on your existence.

What is the meaning of life if not to love?

Your boss even requested for you to take a leave because he said you deserved it. And you wondered which thing you did deserve, the leave or the breakup.

Maybe both.

When your friends started to notice you being all depressed and mopey on your table while your ex from another department was smiling like crazy as she prepared herself for a date with the new guy, they immediately felt the need to console you with food, drinks and company.

That was why on your 7th week after the said awful breakup, your friends managed to pull you on your feet and dragged you with them into a bar owned by the sister of one of your friends.

After gulping down your second shot of whatever drink your friends offered to you, you finally stood up and declared.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today-"

But Natasha, your somewhat close to bestfriend, stopped you. "Cmon Y/n, we barely even started."

"Yeah, Y/n," Steve, Nat's boyfriend, added as he made you sit back on your stool. "Plus, the reason why we're here is so you can find yourself a gal and move on from that stupid ex of yours."

"She's not stupid," you immediately argued, making Steve raise his hands in surrender. You didn't even know why you were still trying to defend her. She hurt you. "Sorry... She's just, complicated. That's all."

"Enough about your past," Pietro butted in. "Steve's kinda right, you know? You have to realize that there's still plenty of fish in the water and your ex was just a tiny plankton."

"That's not even a fish-"

He stopped you midsentence. "What I'm trying to say is that there's someone out there waiting for you to ask her out. And all you need is a one big push. Maybe you'll even thank your ex someday."

You only shook your head as he offered you another shot.

"Unless... you're scared," Pietro added.

"Oh... This is good," Tony meddled in. "Did you just call Y/n a scaredy cat?"

"I am not scared to flirt, okay?" You defended yourself, straightening the collar of your shirt. "I just... Well, I'm just not in the mood."

"Fine, if you're not scared as you say you are... I dare you... To ask that bartender out," Pietro suggested, pointing at the woman mixing and serving drinks at the bar. When you turned your head to glance towards her, as if on cue, Stand By Me by Ben E. King blared from the speakers in the background. The woman had brownish blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her emerald eyes glinting as she smiled at her customers. You could tell right away she wasn't the kind of bartender who'd sport a fake smile, she was a genuine one, like a beautiful flower in an open field of buckwheat.

You thought Pietro had good taste because the woman was so breathtakingly attractive. But you knew there was no way she'd say yes being asked out in a place like this. She had probably received a lot of offers, too. Looking like that, most people would just objectify her. While you would worship her.

You couldn't blame her if she'd say no though.

So you agreed to Pietro's dumb dare. "On one condition. If she'll say no, I am going home."

"That makes no sense. We're here to party for you.... And what makes you think she'd say no? I mean, you're beautiful, I'm not blind, Y/n, and she looks like an angel in hell," Pietro said, his arms flailing before you to explain.

"I just know she wouldn't, okay? She deserves to be asked out, but not in a place like this," you reasoned out.

"Deal, then!" He agreed after a moment of silence. "But please put a little effort, too."

"I'll try," you mustered up a bit of courage, as you stood and made your way to the bar. Her last customers just left with drinks in hand as you slowly approached, hands in your pocket.

"Hi!" You must have greeted her enthusiastically because it made her jump on her spot. You couldn't deny that she was more beautiful up close and it made you forget why you were there in the first place.

"Hey, what can I get you?" she asked, her voice so sweet and lovely.

"Just a can of coke, please," you replied, smiling.

She only giggled, not expecting you to order something nonalcoholic.

Once she placed a can, a glass full of ice and a napkin before you, you immediately added, "Oh, you forgot something."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, wondering if she served the wrong can.

Then you handed out a napkin to her and said, cringing internally, "Your number."

After five seconds of painful silence, she broke out into a loud laughter. And you smiled because she had a beautiful laugh.

"Sorry," she managed to say after trying not to laugh for a second, covering her mouth. "But you're not my type."

"So you're straight?"

"No, I'm bi..," she hesitantly admitted. "But just because I'm half gay doesn't mean you're my type."

And you released a soft chuckle, nodding back at her with understanding, because you were right all along. Internally, you were rejoicing because you won Pietro's dare and a soft warm bed awaited you at home.

"And you find rejection amusing too, first time," she went on, now with an awkward laugh.

You licked your lips as you said. "Sorry, turning serious now.. Okay, I'm hurt." You placed your hand dramatically on your chest. "Both physically and emotionally... What's your type then?"

She was now wiping a clean glass dry as she replied. "Someone who doesn't give corny pick up lines in a dingy bar like this."

You let out a laugh because your thoughts about her just matched and it intrigued you even more.

"Actually... I don't pick up girls from bars like this. I was just dared to by my friends," you explained.

"Ohh, and you know why I know you're not my type?" she asked with a smirk.

"Enlighten me, please."

"Because I knew you'd say that. Exactly those phrases. What are we? Highschoolers playing truth or dare?"

You only smiled, giving her credit for that. If you were in her shoes, you'd probably do the same thing too.

"My name's Y/n..," you introduced yourself. When she wasn't responding, you added. "And yours?"

She only chuckled at you. "And... I'm working."

"Hi, Working! That's a pretty cute name. For sure you hate your parents for that though."

Giving you one last laugh and a shake of head, the woman tended to another group of new customers and you decided to leave her in peace.

When you came back to your table, your friends laughing and awaiting for your return, you only punched your hand in the air in victory.

"I told you she'd say no," you said, as you grabbed your bag from your seat, slinging it on your shoulder.

"What?!" Pietro exclaimed.

"And because I won, I can go home now," you added, leaving a couple of tens on the table. "Thank you so much for the company guys."

Little did you notice that the bartender was staring at you, wondering why you were suddenly walking out the door with no one in hand even though you were undeniably attractive and literally could have anyone. Did you really just flirt with her and only her?

"Hey, Wanda! My lovely sis!"

When she saw her brother, Pietro, leaning in front of the counter, Wanda immediately shrugged him off, telling him he already had too much alcohol.

"Why did you say no to my friend, Y/n?" Pietro groaned like a kid as he took a seat.

And Wanda's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, so you are the one who tried to set me up with your friend," she complained. "Sorry, Piet. She's just not my type, okay?"

And Pietro glared at her as if she had said the most offending thing ever.

"What? Y/n is definitely your type."

"You're unbelievable, you know that? I have standards and her asking me out like that in a bar like this is just a no-no for me."

Pietro sighed as he leaned, resting his head on his folded arms. "Look... She's just not trying hard to ask you because I dared her to. And she didn't want to ask you really. Actually, she was opposed to the idea. She made a deal about it that if you'd reject her, she'd leave and go home, which made her happy to be honest."

Wanda grew confused as she placed the cleaned glasses back on the shelf.

"So you forced her to ask me out, even when she doesn't even want to?"

Pietro smiled apologetically. "Sort of... But I am telling you, sis, Y/n is your soulmate... She's just going through some stuff right now. And you rejecting her would definitely not boost her confidence."

Wanda only laughed. "Oh, from what I witnessed earlier, she didn't need that much help."

When Tony walked into the conversation just to order refills, Pietro immediately included him. Him and Pietro were childhood buddies and knew Wanda since little.

"Hey Tony, what about you? Do you think Y/n is Wanda's type?"

Then Tony's eyes widened in realization. "Oh my God, you are right! I've never thought of it before. I think they're soulmates."

Wanda only scoffed, ignoring the sudden churn she felt in her stomach. Did she make a mistake?

"See?" Pietro exclaimed, then she pulled Natasha when she happened to pass by along the bar. "Nat, you know my sister, Wanda, right?"

And both of the girls smiled and acknowledged each other.

"Wanda said that Y/n is not her type," Pietro went on.

Natasha only raised her eyebrows. Then she looked at Wanda in shock. "What? But Y/n is a hopeless romantic, Wanda. And a complete nerd if you ask me. She's definitely your type."

"She goes to musicals," Steve suddenly butted in, as if their table just teleported to the bar.

"Oh, and she likes to watch-"

"Interstellar!" Both Natasha and Tony screamed as they giggled.

"She must have watched that movie for the thousandth time," Pietro added. "More than Wanda had seen it... There were times I couldn't get the movie soundtrack to leave my head for weeks-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Wanda interrupted. "Y/n and I have common interests. But I just don't like to be asked out in a bar... and besides, if she's really that amazing as you tell, how come you just talk about her around me now?"

"Because she just got out of a 5-year relationship," Pietro slowly answered as they all grew silent. "And she's still hurting."

Upon the revelation, Wanda's heart ached for you. You were hurting and she was rude to you, she didn't even give you her name.

When the topics have changed, Wanda couldn't stop wondering what if she did say yes. Would you take her seriously?

She had previous relationships that she didn't even want to remember because of too much trauma and red flags. And she didn't want to relive those moments.

Pietro knew she had been single for almost a year now, not being able to find time to date, and when she did have time, it was either a no show up date or a bad first impression date. She wondered if you were her first mistake, the one who got away.

Even after her shift, Wanda's mind always drifted back to you. To the point when she saw Pietro help her arrange the tables after the bar closed, she relented.

"Do you have her number?" Wanda sheepishly asked.

And Pietro only smiled at her as he pulled out his phone.

But Wanda hadn't found the courage to text you until a week after. She was about to send out her drafted message, probably the 11th version, to you when you accidentally bumped into her on the streets.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there," you immediately apologized. Then upon recognizing her, you greeted. "Hi, Working! I haven't seen you in like what was it, a week now?"

Wanda bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh as she replied, her insides squirming. "Careful there, one might think you're counting."

You only chuckled back then you noticed the groceries she was carrying. "You need help with that?"

But without waiting for her reply, you grabbed the bags from her. "So where to?

Wanda must have blushed but she tried to hide her face by looking down the pavement. "Nice try, showoff... To the dingy bar, please..."

But you only smiled as you two walked along the streets, knowing the bar she was referring to was just two blocks away.

"What are you doing in the food market on a Sunday, anyway?" Wanda curiously asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, I went there for the food," you answered honestly, smirking at her.

"Yeah, very smart, smartass," Wanda smirked back.

You continued. "There's actually this store that sells a variety of nuts-"

"-which you can choose the quantity of each type at the same rate!" Wanda finished, then she realized what she did, nerding out on nuts.

"You like nuts that much, huh?" You joked. You found her cute, though.

"Ha ha... very funny."

"Hey, I meant the food," you quickly explained.

Wanda couldn't stop the smile from widening on her face.

When you finally arrived at the bar Wanda was working at, you noticed how she pulled a big keychain from her bag, numerous keys dangling around.

"You own this bar?" You asked, slightly intending the question as a joke but curiosity killed you.

Wanda hesitantly nodded. She didn't see now why she needed to hide.

"Wait," you muttered, connecting the dots. "So your brother must be Pietro Maximoff, then. I'm one of his dear friends."

"Yeah, he's my twin brother, actually."

After entering the bar, you followed her to the kitchen where you placed the groceries on top of the table.

Wanda suddenly grew nervous, now that you're both alone in a small room. "Do you like something to drink, a refreshment of the sort maybe? As a thank you," Wanda asked, nerves started to kick in.

"Oh, no it's okay," you instantly replied, shaking your head. "I have to go home anyway and feed my cat."

You thought she looked disappointed at the moment but you could just be imagining it.

But Wanda was indeed disappointed.

Before you turned to leave, you added. "Sorry about that night, though... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable like that. If it was anyone to blame, you should blame Pietro. He was the one who dared me to ask you out."

Wanda only chuckled softly, her heartbeat racing.

"No, it's fine. That's just my brother. He's just silly and all."

You nodded and smiled. "Okay... I won't keep you long... Have a great day, then, Miss Working Maximoff."

It took Wanda to get the joke and when she laughed out loud, you were already gone. And she regretted not giving you her number. Because she still didn't have the courage to text you first.

The next time you saw each other was at a common friend's wedding two weeks after that short interaction. You didn't want to come but Tony would kill you if you didn't.

And then you saw Pietro's sister looking like an angel, a beautiful flower in a sea of grass.

She was dressed in a pretty white dress and her eyes never looked so greener than before. To be honest, you thought she looked more beautiful than the bride herself, no offense to Pepper, Tony's bride-to-be.

"Hi, Working!" You greeted behind her.

Wanda should be angry at being teased at but when she recognized the voice and the joke, she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach.

"Hey, Y/n," she greeted back. Then she leaned forward to kiss your cheek in greeting, which made you jump and melt at the feeling of her lips on your skin. Wanda couldn't help but feel entranced by the way you look that day, she didn't even notice her brother was talking.

"Why is she calling you Working?" Pietro asked.

But the ceremony just started and he was immediately shushed out.

At the reception, you found yourself dancing to your favorite song when it came up. It was Wanda's favorite too.

When she saw you dancing, Wanda immediately went to ask her friends to the dance floor, needing an excuse to bump into you. But it was to no avail. Her friends were still full from the meal they had eaten.

Someone coughed behind her, making her abruptly turn. Then her lips curved into a smile as you looked at her, your hand held in front of you. "I heard you have troubles finding yourself a dance partner."

Wanda sheepishly took your hand, as she answered. "Well, now I don't."

And you both had the time of your lives as you and Wanda danced to the lively song followed by another pop one, then a rock song. When Lunar One by Seventeen Evergreen played on the speakers, you both tried to catch your breath as her arms slowly snaked around your shoulders while yours wrapped around her waist.

"I have a question," you began as you swayed to the song, smiling at her.

"Yeah?"

"If you've finished working, does your name change into its past tense Worked?"

Wanda didn't even know why she was laughing at such a corny joke but she was, tears warning to get out from her eyes.

"What if you're in England," you added. "And someone calls you Job, would you acknowledge that person or correct him and say that's not your name?"

Chuckling so hard, she punched you lightly on your shoulder as she said, "Stop it. I believe now you know my real name."

"I... may have stalked your brother's social media."

"And what have you seen?"

"That you have a beautiful and a very unique name.... but not as unique as Working though."

Wanda shook her head in laughter, her eyes suddenly drifted to your lips, wondering what it felt like against hers. But the moment ended when Wanda was suddenly asked out to a dance by one of the guests. You happily, but deep inside disappointed, let her go.

What you didn't know was Wanda's eyes follow you after that.

When the night ended and everyone eventually started leaving, Wanda expected you to see her afterwards, knowing you both had a moment.

She knew you were feeling it too. And then she would just ask you out right there because you didn't seem to have the courage to.

But Pietro said you already left because you were catching a ride with your friends. And Wanda's wonder and insecurities started to rise.

It was almost winter when you got invited to Tony's manor for a very early Halloween party. Pre-party as what Tony would call them. He wanted to do it early because Pepper wanted a month-long honeymoon before the holidays.

You were not fond of parties but it was a great opportunity to lay out your small telescope and rusty camera in their wide backyard. The manor was near the countryside, away from the light pollution of the city.

You arrived at 1am, set up your devices for half an hour and you were preoccupied. Around 3am in the morning, you finally had a full glimpse of the Milky Way galaxy's core.

When Wanda found out you came, she immediately went looking for you. She was about to give up until she found you in the backyard, the last place she thought you were at.

"What are you doing out here?" Wanda called out to you, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her body as she approached you. "It's literally negative degrees."

And Wanda might have fallen in love when she saw you smile so wide from ear to ear as you saw her.

You then said, "Look above you."

Wanda craned her neck to see what you were talking about. And she didn't even realize how vast the night sky looked right now above them with thousands of twinkling specks of light.

"Wow! That's a lot of stars," Wanda said, her voice full of amazement, as she stood next to you.

When you gently grabbed her hand, her heart stopped beating and she did try her best to focus on your voice instead because she was sure she'd faint on the spot if she didn't.

You pointed her hand at the direction of the sky.

"Do you see that?" You traced the outline with her hand in yours. "That is the core of the Milky Way galaxy."

And when Wanda finally gathered her bearings, she saw what you were trying to say.

"Oh my! I thought I'd never see it in real life. Only in pictures," she blurted out, the skin around her eyes creasing as she smiled.

"I know, right?"

Then you looked at her and you thought about how beautiful she looked up close. And it felt like a moment, but you were sure the earth slowed down around you.

Shaking your head away from the thought, you decided to look back at the sky. You were not her type. Why do you keep forgetting that?

When you noticed her body tremble slightly, you worried.

"Are you cold?"

"I-"

But without waiting for a reply, you wrapped your extra jacket around her.

"Better?"

Wanda nodded as she breathe in your perfume, loving it and wishing that she could have you more than just your scent. She wanted everything about you.

You and Wanda must have talked about the stars, nebulae, galaxies and the new space telescope from NASA for too long, you didn't even notice that almost an hour has passed.

When Wanda was about to confess her feelings to you, someone called out from the house and disrupted the moment.

"What the hell are you doing out there?!" Tony shouted. "It's freezing cold!"

And Wanda didn't get a chance to.

The next time Wanda saw you, you were crying in the balcony of Pietro's house. He was hosting a small party to celebrate his promotion at work.

Knowing that you weren't alone, you immediately wiped the tears from your eyes. Turning, you saw Wanda and greeted, "Hi there!"

"Hey," Wanda cooed softly as she stood beside you, rubbing your back. "What's wrong?"

She couldn't help but feel protective around you. If someone made you cry, they would have to deal with her after.

"Nothing, just...," you answered in a small voice. "Something went into my eye, you know."

And Wanda softly chuckled as she continued to rub your back, soothing you calm. And you were because she was there with you.

"You're a terrible liar too, do you know that?"

"Oh I wouldn't know. I've only tried them on your brother."

"Well, you know he's an exception right? He literally believes everything. He is that gullible."

You laughed.

After a moment, you grew silent, just staring out at the horizon before you. You knew she was waiting for you to speak up, but not rushing you.

Then you suddenly muttered. "I wasn't crying because I was sad, you know."

"Why are you then?"

"I met up with my ex-girlfriend earlier... S-she said that she messed it up and she wa-wanted to get back with me."

Wanda wished so bad she couldn't hear you right now if she'd only hurt herself.

"Did you?" But Wanda still wanted to know.

You only shook your head. "No, that would be crazy... That's why I'm crying because I thought I'd never make it through the heartbreak. I was totally broken months ago. And now I can look at her and feel nothing. Absolutely nothing, Wanda... It's just amazing how time can heal you."

Releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding, Wanda smiled.

"And those were just happy tears?"

You smiled at her. "Yeah, those were happy tears."

Wanda then hugged you, her arms slipping around your body, as she buried her face into your neck. You hugged her back, placing your head on top of hers.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

You whispered yes as you let her hug you like that and treasured the moment. As long as she was there, even just as a friend, it would be okay. You would be okay.

Trying to distract you, Wanda started when she pulled away. "Tell me about your favorite galaxy."

Then you began to tell her about Andromeda and how it was so near, it was always visible to the naked eye.

As Wanda listened to you, she realized you still needed a little time before getting overwhelmed by confessing her feelings. So Wanda gave you more time.

Three nights passed and Wanda still felt the same.

Wanda wasn't working that night at the bar when you and your friends decided to drop by. The night wasn't busy because it was a weekday and some stocks just needed some replenishing.

Going away for a small event the next day, Wanda could only sign the purchase orders provided by her staff on that night. That night you specifically dropped by.

Wanda thought that the feelings were mutual and that she was finally getting through to you but when you introduced your new officemate to her, eventually realizing you were setting her up with your officemate because said officemate was asking for her number, her heart broke into pieces. And you didn't even mean to. It wasn't your fault that you thought she wasn't interested in you.

You were in the comfort room that time washing off the ketchup that smudged your shirt when Wanda came bursting through the door.

"What the fucking hell is wrong with you?!" Wanda exclaimed.

You had never seen her look so terrifying before.

"Wanda-"

"What was that about, huh? You just set me up with someone!"

"I-I just thought I'd introduce you two because you're both single and-"

Wanda only sighed, stopping you. "God, how can you be so oblivious?"

"Wan-"

Her mouth crashed against yours, as she pinned you against the cold tiled wall. And as quickly as it happened, she immediately pulled away and cursed, leaving you dumbfounded.

"Shit I-I am sorry, I just thought you like me back-" Wanda stopped herself as she stepped away from you and exited the room.

You ran after her, surprising your friends, until you were outside the bar. The streets were now deserted as it was almost midnight. Wanda was already a step away to her car, having trouble in finding her keys.

"Wanda!" You called out to her.

Wanda looked at you as her body wracked up in sobs. You immediately wrapped your arms around her in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry... I know I ruined it, I ruined our friendship-"

"Stop, Wanda," you butted in, pulling away to rub each of her shoulders as you tried to calm her down. "You didn't, okay? Because I like you too. So much, Wanda. Even way before knowing I wasn't your type."

Softly chuckling, Wanda wiped her eyes as she softly said. "I regretted every single day why I said that... I really did. Because you are my type, Y/n. You are amazing and sweet and so beautiful and you make me laugh and giddy... I-"

She swallowed back a sob as you hugged her again, burying your face into her hair.

"You make me happy, too," you confessed. "I've never been happier before I met you, Wanda."

After a moment, she pulled away as you both looked into each other's eyes, yours sometimes drifting towards her lips. "And I don't think I can manage another day without knowing what your mouth feels like against mine."

Wanda's eyes smiled at you as she softly laughed.

"Why don't you find out?"

And you almost just did as you began to cup her face and leaned forward.

"I don't know... maybe if she'd agree to go out with me on a date tomorrow, I would," you quipped, making her chuckle.

Wanda sniffled as she licked her lips, leaning towards you as well. Her arms were now wrapped around your neck as yours around her waist. "Maybe I can fit her into my schedule."

Both of your noses were now merely touching, feeling each other's breath on your faces, her fingers caressing the baby hair at the back of your neck.

Nobody knew who closed the gap between the two of you, but you knew you didn't want to stop kissing her.

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italiansteebie · 10 months

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steve was expecting a nice vacation.

a nice vacation, with rob and nance, and the kids tagged along too.

but three am rolls around and someone is in his house, singing, and wailing and generally acting a fool. and what a wonder that anyone would do this since they know super girl is way crabby when she's woken up. especially at three am.

so he hauls himself out of bed and trudges to the kitchen where the ruckus has traveled.

"dude."

there's a man stumbling around his kitchen, eating his left over pizza, and drinking his fucking coors light.

if he wasn't so pissed at this guy making himself at home, he'd think he was kinda cute. he had long hair, and chains and leather. and forget 'kinda' this guy is downright delicious, but the bottom line is, he broke into steve's house.

"get the fuck out of my house."

the guy drops the pizza and whirls around, "what?" the guy sounds properly devastated. "get out of my house, dude!" steve yells.

"wh- why? i- im here with the- the band?" the guy is stumbling around, slurring his words and looks like he's seconds from dropping. steve sighs, "alright man. just- cmon. lay down on the couch, i'll get you a blanket." steve leads him to the couch, turning him on his side, making sure he doesn't choke on his vomit.

he scrubs a hand over his face, just his luck that some drunk guy wanders his way into the house, has no idea where he is, eats his pizza, and he's gonna let the guy pass out on his couch. whatever.

he'll deal with it in the morning.

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when eddie wakes, he's got a major headache, and he thanks his lucky stars that one of the guys put a trash can in front of his because he would NOT have made it to the bathroom.

once he's right side up, he takes in his surroundings.

shit.

this is not the labels beach house they put them up in.

"good to see you in the land of the living."

his head turns to meet the voice, and shit. he's gone and broke into hercules' house.

"uh- what?" he says, ever so eloquently.

the guy sits down next to him. "you broke into my house last night. well- not exactly, someone left the door unlocked but. you walked in and ate my pizza. and i didn't feel comfortable sending you back out because you had no idea where you were. you slept on my couch."

eddie nodded dumbly, "s-sorry. i- im here with my band, right down the road. uh- i'm. i think im still drunk and you're very pretty."

the guy laughed, and damn, if eddie wasn't already in love, he was now.

"im steve, i can walk you back to your place when you're ready. there's some sandwiches on the counter over there if you're hungry." the guy- steve, says, before standing.

"sandwiches for breakfast?"

"it's 2pm, dude."

o h.

"do you wanna... i mean. you wanna have like, lunch or something?"

"are you hitting on me?"

"if i say yes, do i still get a sandwich?"

steve laughs again, "yeah," eddie raises his eyebrows at this. "yes to the sandwich or yes to the date?" he asks, smiling cheekily.

"hmm. what kind of food are we gonna have?" steve inquires, leaning closer to eddie. eddie smiles again, "what's your favorite?" steve pretends to think, making a whole show of it.

he's just about to respond when.

"steve! are you really flirting with the criminal?"

"robin!" steve groans, waving his hands at said person. eddie turns, "you think im a criminal?"

"well, technically...." robin trails.

"rob get outta here. i was about to land a date." steve whines, shooing her out. she saunters out with a grin on her face, "he like italian food" she singsongs before walking out the door.

"so. the pizza place? tomorrow at 1?" eddie asks, eyes flicking down to steve's lips, "sounds good," he breathes. it's only a matter of time before their lips meet in a feverish kiss, eddie's hands tangled in steve's hair.

they pull away, "we should- we should get you back so your friends don't freak out." steve says, breathing deeply. eddie nods, chest heaving, "cant say i'm not disappointed, though." steve sighs, raising a hand to cup eddie's face. "there's always tomorrow."

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when eddie finally gets back to the right house, gareth is all over him. "where the hell have you been, man?!"

"oh, okay. so. i broke into someone's house accidentally, and then scored a date. now i'm here." he shrugs, before plopping down on the couch.

gareth sighs, "only you, ed."

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neonghostlights · 9 months

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Listen- listen carefully- okay?

okay so

Eddie, right? Eddie, with a tattoo artist crush??!! like cmon. The possibilities are endless!

how does he confess? What are their dates like? How do they spend quality time together? So many questions, not many answers. (Fem reader pls-) 🍋-

BESTIE. I AM HEARING YOU LOUD AND CLEAR. This is great. I love it. Readers a badass. Eddie’s in love. This is amazing. This is gonna end up being a two parter with the next chapter being their relationship once the relationship is established. Thank you! also, sorry it took me so long to write this ):

Warnings: Love at first sight, Tattooing, Pain, Blood, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rose

The bell attached to the shop door dinged when Eddie walked in. The floors were clean, polished. That was something he always checked when he walked into tattoo shops. Back in highschool he didn’t particularly care about the cleanliness of tattoos, just getting whatever he wanted etched into his skin in his buddies trailer. After seeing the outcome of a particularly nasty skin infection Gareth got one time that left his tattoo looking like a jumbled mess, Eddie cared a little more now.

Robin had begged him to stop by and check out her new job as a part time receptionist at the best (only) tattoo shop in Hawkins, Indiana. Eddie was a little surprised to see you here since he had seen your work done in one or two magazines before. You were somewhat of a celebrity in the tattooing world, having won quite a few awards for your art.

Steve had told him that Robin had been terrified to start here, since your reputation was well known. But after the first day she came home gushing about how great you were and insisted that Eddie swing by to meet you as soon as possible.

Low rock music played from a speaker in the corner of the room. Black leather couches and chairs surrounded a coffee table full of binders and magazines. Artwork, presumably yours, covered the walls top to bottom. Eddie usually drew up his own designs when getting work done but yours were so good that he wouldn’t mind having one of your pre-drawn designs placed on his body. He could smell the fresh paint still lingering in the air, telling just how recent the shop had been opened.

“Hey!” Robin greeted him from behind the clear glass counter. “Welcome!”

“Nice looking place,” Eddie said with a low whistle.

“Right,” she said with a fake whisper. “You think you want to get something done?”

“Nah, not today. I didn’t draw anything up.”

Robin rolled her eyes, knowing Eddie was picky about what he wanted done. She couldn’t blame him. She had an orange tattooed on her foot after a drunk spring break dare from Steve that looked more like a basketball.

“Hey, Rob?” Your voice broke out, muffled by the rock still playing on the radio. Eddie heard the sound of wheels rolling across the floor as you scooted your rolling chair out of the room you were working in and backing out into the hallway. “You wanna order some lunch?” You asked once you were fully in the hallway.

Eddie had seen a lot of attractive people before but none of them had made his heart stop quite the way you did.

“Oh, hi,” you said, startled to see Eddie standing there. “Were you looking to get something done?” You asked, standing from your chair and approaching him.

Eddie froze. All thoughts escaped his brain as you walked towards him. He could see the skin of your legs through your ripped jeans and Eddie had never thought a kneecap was so sexy before.

“This is my friend Eddie. He just came by to check out the shop. Right, Eddie?” Robin plucked his cheek to try to reboot him.

The magazines had never included your picture, but he wished they had so he wouldn’t be standing here like an idiot. He had a feeling that your picture printed on glossy paper wouldn’t do you any justice.

Eddie winced at the sharp sting of his cheek, rubbing at the stubble there.

“Hi,” was all he was able to croak out, sticking his hand out to you.

You smirked a knowing smirk at him that made him feel embarrassed from how obvious he was being. He was usually the one that was smirking to make people melt, not the other way around and it made his head spin.

You gripped his hand, firmly giving it a little shake. Eddie didn’t want to let go, but finally did, realizing how sweaty his palm had gotten. He tried to discreetly wipe it against his jeans. If you felt it, you didn’t say anything.

“So, Eddie, did you want to get a tattoo today?” You asked, head tilted as you looked him up and down.

“He said no-”

“Yes. Yes I do,” he said, cutting Robin off.

Robin looked like she was about to die of laughter. Eddie knew she would be itching to grab the phone and call Steve to tell him all about the way Eddie was acting. He knew there would surely be some jokes cracked at his expense during the next family dinner. But he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much.

You tilted your head, like you were studying him, picking him apart to make sure he was actually worthy of having your art on his skin forever. Eddie would let you draw on his bones if you were able to. Shit, he’d hand you the pick and chisel.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “Have any idea of what you want to get?”

“Uh…” Eddie trailed, eyes darting to the artwork around the shop. “You choose.”

You frowned. “You want me to choose your tattoo for you?”

Eddie nodded, already too far in to back out now.

“And you’re sure? Completely?” You checked as Robin started pulling out paperwork for Eddie to sign.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure.”

Three months later and the bell dinged over the shop door. You could hear it from your office where you had low music playing as you sketched away at an idea you had. It was getting closer to the holidays and the shop was less busy. People usually liked to spend their money on presents and food this time of year instead of tattoos. You knew January was going to pick back up again so you weren’t worried.

You could hear Robin laughing at something up front, probably at whoever just came through the door. You heard the familiar sound of boots come your way and it brought a smile to your lips.

His knuckles rapped against the door a few times. This had become a routine since Eddie let you tattoo him a few months ago. He had gotten a couple more done by you, each more intricate than the last. But some days he would stop by just to say hi to you, like he probably was today. You never let other customers come to your office like this. Eddie was special.

“Hey,” you greeted him, turning in your chair. You dropped the pencil you were using to your desk, ready to give your hand a break for a bit.

Eddie smiled as he leaned against the door frame. “What are you working on?”

You held up the sketch pad. It was a drawing of a dragon taking flight. It was small, simple with just enough detail to not overpower it. If someone ever wanted this you could of course add anything to it.

“That’s sick,” Eddie said as he came closer, humming as he assessed the drawing.

“It’s not done yet. I need a little more time with it,” you explained, feeling a little self conscious about your art, something you hadn’t experienced until you realized shortly after meeting Eddie that you always wanted to impress him.

“Is it for a customer?” He asked.

“No. Just an idea I had,” you said as you set it back down on your desk.

“Can I get it?”

You tilted your head as you looked up at Eddie. His hair framed his face where he was still looking down at the drawing with intensity, avoiding your eye contact now for some reason. You could see the rose tattoo on his arm, the first one you gave him on the day you met. You didn’t tell Eddie what you were tattooing until you were done. You knew it was a risk, not many men wanted a flower tattooed on them. But this one seemed like it fitted him.

After you had tattooed the rose he stared at it with teary eyes. You thought you had really messed up until he told you that Rose was his late mothers middle name. After that, the dynamic seemed to change, bringing you even closer even though you two had just met.

“I mean if you want but it’s really not done and I-”

“I think it’s perfect,” Eddie interrupted, finally looking up at you with a small smile.

You took a deep breath at the intensity of his stare before leading him back to the room to be tattooed.

You had Eddie lay back in the reclining chair. It was laid back to be as flat as a table so you had better access to his ribs.

You explained to him that the ribs were going to hurt pretty bad even though he was no stranger to tattoo pain. He just laughed it off and asked if you could hold his hand when he starts to cry.

You rolled your eyes, pushing away the butterflies at the thought of holding his hand in yours. You didn’t really like emotions. You’d prefer to spend your time alone, drawing with nothing to complicate your life. It had been a battle the past three months of knowing Eddie. You were constantly denying the way you felt and it was getting harder and harder each time you saw him.

Eddie closed his eyes and laid mostly still except for the occasional twitch and tapping he would do. He was uncharacteristically quiet today and you found yourself going through most of his tattoo without him even saying a word. That wasn’t normal.

“Are you doing okay?” You asked as you gathered more ink. “If it’s too much we can stop for today.”

“No,” he said loudly, practically jumping off the table at your offer. He cleared his throat looking embarrassed before he slowly laid back down.

“Are you sure?” You checked again, giving him the opportunity to quit if he wanted to.

“Yeah. I’m sure,” he said with a nod as he closed his eyes again.

You went back to tattooing, trying to figure out why he was acting this way. He seemed nervous to be around you today and you weren’t sure why. It didn’t make sense. He was usually a blushing, stumbling mess around you and now suddenly he was acting like this tattoo was the most serious thing he had ever done.

“You need me to hold your hand?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Eddie giggled nervously with his eyes still closed. You watched him wipe his palm discreetly against his jeans.

You had a feeling you knew what was going on here. It was a feeling you had from the first day you met him and he not so subtly asked you out. When you tattooed him that first day, he seemed to cover up his nerves well by joking with you and asking you questions about yourself. You could ask him, see what he says. The worst he could say is no. You usually had a good eye for things like this and Eddie had all the signs.

“You know next time you can just ask me out on a date instead of having me tattoo you,” you said as you cleaned the fresh ink off the now finished tattoo.

Eddie’s eyes shot open in a flash. He sat up, wincing at the tender skin on his ribs.

“Wait!” You yelled as you grabbed a cloth and cleanser. “I need to clean it before you get up.”

Eddie ignored your demands. “Did Robin tell you?” He asked, looking defeated.

“No,” you said as you wiped at the skin from the new position he sat in. “You were just acting kind of weird so I figured that might have been what was going on.”

Eddie sighed deeply.

“If I read that wrong and totally made this awkward just tell me,” you said quickly.

“No,” Eddie rushed out. “No. You were right. I didn’t realize I was that obvious.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You were just a little obvious.”

You motioned for Eddie to stand up and take a look in the mirror. He whistled as he looked at the fresh ink on his now angry skin.

“You like it?” You asked.

“I love it. It’s incredible. Thank you,” he said, still in awe of your artwork on his body.

You nodded your head awkwardly as you started to wrap it to keep it clean and uninfected. You met Eddie’s eyes in the mirror when you were finished. You froze, unsure what to do now and afraid that you had ruined everything by speaking up. You really enjoyed Eddie’s company and the thought of becoming something more made your heart race.

Eddie grabbed his things, about to head to the front to pay.

“So…was that a no?” He asked as he slipped his shirt over his head.

You laughed. “Eddie, you didn’t even ask me.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. I’m still nervous. Do you want to go out on a date sometime?”

“I’d love to.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x tattooartist!reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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Shy my ass | steve harrington x f!reader

wow, staring at him now I never noticed before just how perfect it is. I mean sure yeah eveything about him is perfect i love all of him but, his nose oh wow, his nose how I could just—

‘you alright’?

‘huh? yes why is something wrong?’

‘nothings wrong pretty, you just zoned out for a bit’

‘oh! I’m alright must be the..weather?’ you wince at that poor lie. it never worked in movies why would it work now

‘well, if you’re sure baby. he kisses you with those plush lips and you leaned in to get a deeper feeling of them; maybe for a closer feeling for his nose against your face also

‘mm,eager?’

‘oh my, I-sorry’—

‘It’s okay I liked it baby’ he pecks you one more time

‘now as i was saying; robin was gushing all over about how Jenny at the mall asked her—

I swear I’m not being rude he’s not boring in any way but..the way he scrunches his nose when he smiles telling a story, the bridge curves just right for me rub my clit on—

‘y/n!?’

‘what!? sorry!’

‘you’re not looking into my eyes when I’m talking, you keep looking at my nose; why?’

Crap crap crap—

‘shy girl tell me what’s on your mind’

‘I um- well I just think it’s pretty to look at is all’ you whisper

He pulls your face closer to his to look into his eyes. ‘ what’s pretty about my nose sweetness?’

You turn beet-red which didn’t go unnoticed while he places you on his lap

‘shy girl, why do you like my nose so much hm? you know I’ll get the answer outta ya one way or another’

you squirm. you aren’t good at eye contact you never were. he knows how it makes you nervous but; he knows deep down how wet it actually gets you.

‘I t-told you I think it’s pretty and there’s little freckles on it…and..’

‘..anddd?’

‘And- and I feel like it would um-feel goodtositon— you rush out that last part in a whisper

he says nothing but licks his lips and pouts saying ‘you wanna rub that pretty little clit of yours on my big nose baby?’

your eyes not meeting his anymore

‘uh,uh look at me and tell me..is that what you want?’

‘yess it’s what I want stevie.’ you stare back at him lips trembling. He can’t stand looking that shy pout of yours as he shoves his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth making you moan.

‘cmon baby, stand up for sec’ you allow space for him to rip his shirt off and your already soaked lavender panties off as he lays flat.

‘come sit on my face baby, let daddy take care of you dirty girl’

‘Im not’ you blush hard under his gaze. it’s not that you didn’t like his degradation, it’s that you’re so sheltered with such whore undertones only Steve has discovered.

Climbing on top; he can already smell your arousal making his cock grow harder but he can take care of himself later. He’s determined to watch his baby girl dive into her little fantasy of hers.

His strong arms making your thighs callapse on top of his face he seems more eager than you already—

‘it’s okay baby, ride my nose baby just like you wanted make yourself feel good’

still feeling shy under his gaze he helps you out a little bit giving you some kitten licks; with some airy gasps—

‘steve oh-ohh oh my goodness oh my goodness yes mm—

‘that’s it baby just enjoy the feeling I got you’

grinding a little bit in circles now he helps angle your hips so now your clit is directly on the bulbuls tip of his nose

‘oh fuck yes yes FUCK Steve!!’

‘that’s it keep going baby’

Steve knows when you get warmed up enough when y’all have sex you’ll really let yourself go of that shy girl persona ; and once it starts it’s like you’re a completely different person.

Gripping his hair like it’s a saddle your nails dig in his scalp like razor blades you hump, fuck, and grind all over his nose

—‘fuck goddamnit Stevie I ca-cant shit feels so good—‘

‘look at you’ he says growling and scoffing -fucking my face but everyone’s sees you as an angel don’t they?’

‘ I am jeez— YES YES RIGHT THERE ; you’re yanking his head back and forth his hands digging in your ass occasionally, his tongue peaks out to tease you it’s all exhausting in the best way

‘you smell so fucking good baby cmon, I can feel your filthy hole clenching on my nose baby fucking hump my face baby fucking cum on it— you got it—‘

drooling, surprised your hips aren’t broken by how fast your circling your whole bottom basically on his face he can even get a whiff of your ass, he needs to pull his cock out ; he needs to cum with you. and hard too.

‘—daddy— stevie please your nose so good fuck’

‘cum baby’ he says squeezing his balls so he can make more pressure rise into his leaky red tip, jerking and fuckkng his fist at the same pace your grinding his nose—

‘shiitt, baby thats it yeah fuck this pretty cunts so G-GOOD baby gonna cum for me? yea?’

‘yes please please close fuck—gunna—

his face soaked more than a pancake with syrup; thighs on fire, clit swelling , and twitching as you cum on his nose nearly even in his eyes; he’s spilling on his soft tummy with a few large grunts and sighs

too weak to climb back off he slides your body off with his not so weak arm gazing. fucked out face, and her staring back in horror at his face looking as if she painted him with a hot glue gun—

‘don’t even apologize I plan on licking all of this off my face’ he says while swiping his forehead with his finger and sucking it

‘wait—‘

she sits up leans forward

‘what are you—‘

she starts sucking his nose like its her own personal ring pop . steves eyes widen from the confidence ; getting her own flavors off while making herself all wet again just from the act. she won’t tell him that though.

‘you’re actually the devil in disguise’

‘hey! no he’s scary can I be something cuter?’ she pouts

He chuckles to himself in amazement and admiration. This shy girl was so- scratch that.— Yeah right.

Shy my ass.

reblogs appreciated :>

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x innocent reader #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x shy!reader #big noses #steve harrington one shot

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

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hi beautiful bela in portuguese <3

here’s a dialogue / hc request: ways lovesick! stevie flirts with the cute, shy girl he’s falling for

HARMONIAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh my gosh i have so many thoughts

ok steve is a gentleman. we know this. hes very much a traditional holding the door open walking on the outside of the sidewalk type guy. but its just so adorable that he puts in that little bit of effort, even 10 years into your relationship

but like the doors. always opening your door for you. sometimes even bowing if hes feeling enthusiastic or just wants to embarrass you

always pulls your chair out and helps you in. and he doesnt know how nice that is, but you do.

he also loves gift giving

he buys you things. never lets you pay for anything. and sure the necklaces are beautiful and all but your favorites are the pretty rocks he picks up on the way to see you, an old sweater of his grandmothers that he thought youd look beautiful in, an extra bottle of water in his car so youre always hydrated, little things that show you how steve he is.

hes a charmer. duh. we know this. he knows how to talk to women. or honestly just people in general. but he loves using his little talent on you.

like brushing your hair behind your ear while you talk because it makes you blush. every. single. time.

but whats really the best is his compliments. because you know he means them. hes so kind.

“you look beautiful”

“that color is pretty on you”

“you know, youre so funny, and like smart. you always light up whatever room youre in”

“i just love the way you see the world.”

“your brain is just so like- its so pretty. i love how you think”

“your essay is like- so good. youre so good at that. yknow i never really was good at writing and stuff. but like this is great.”

“your music taste is so nice, it suits you.”

“you always make my brain feel like -agh- you just make me feel all warm and cozy and fuzzy.”

OH! and hes also the most caring person ever. especially with you. he learns how to read your face. learns the little signals you give when your nervous. learns what turns you on. learns what makes you blush. learns what scares you. learns how to calm you down. hes just so loving. he is love. he loves loving.

if you look sad or anxious he’ll give you a gentle “hey, you okay?”

or maybe youre just getting overstimulated and anxious. and he can see it on your face and how youre breathing.

“lets go outside, yeah? you want to go outside? i know, i know, shhh. youre okay baby. youre okay.”

maybe youre about to cry. youre speed walking to an empty room so you can cry, and steve lets you get there. but then follows you instantly. knocking gently on the door and saying your name

“y’ok? can i come inside doll?” “hey, hey i know. whats wrong dove? hey, breathe. cmon, breathe with me,ive got you. y’want a hug?”

and he gives the nicest hugs. big, warm hugs that he loves so much. he loves hugs with his whole heart. makes him feel so loved and cared for. loves feeling your body in his arms. and so of course you instantly wrap your arms around his chest. hes warm and strong. he has an arm around your back, and the other cradling your head by his neck and chest. having you hear his heartbeat and mimic his breathing to calm you down.

hes just so attentive to you. he enjoys it.

and he definitely notices how you look at him. i mean no, at first he was oblivious. poor boy has about three brain cells all working together and doesnt really think someone could like him, let alone love him.

but once he does figure it out, hes relentless.

he sees how you look at his arms. so he starts rolling his sleeves up. making you stare and he just giggles a little.

sees how you look at his hands. so he does more with them. holding things for you. fixing things for you. putting on bracelets for you while he feels your pulse speed up.

and god when he notices the way you look at his bulge hes so smug.

he knows its big. he knows its nice. and he knows you want it. his favorite game is to look up at you and watch your face turn red while you pretend you werent looking.

he stretches and his happy trail shows beneath his shirt. and youre literally just entranced. hes trying to continue a conversation but you are just blankly staring at the little trail of hair. he stops talking until you notice, looking up at him. hes grinning. smug as ever. this time he knows you know he caught you. he just raises his eyebrows at you for a second, and then continues talking while you freak out internally and get unreasonably hot.

also this isnt flirting per say, but he definitely gets caught by eddie and robin staring at your boobs or ass at least three times a week. he gets so grumpy about it. he doesnt mean to, he just cant help it. you look too pretty. but of course he will never ever make a sexual move first. youre going to have to ask him for it if you ever want it.

hes just overall the sweetest man in the world. hes adorable.

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biboomerangboi · 1 year

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I’m writing a stobin platonic soulmates au so I thought I’d share some headcannons I came up with for things I believe Steve and Robin did pre season four to cement their friendship.

Steve cut Robins hair because she was going through a mental freak out about how she felt like an entirely different person now and she wanted to reflect that before school started, so she tried to do it herself cause shes broke and Steve who cuts his own did it for her.

Decided to watch all the horror movies in family video to see if their was any survival tips they could glean from watching and ended up comforting each other through triggering parts and laughing at other things together because a lot of this looks fake now in comparison.

Took the kids to the arcade and went in cause it was to cold to sit in the car and they hadn’t got their jobs at family video yet. They ended up getting into a really long and really competitive game of air hockey that gathered a crowd because they both were to competitive to give up. Robin used the angles strategy, Steve used jock reflexes. He won the first game, now they go after work some nights and have rematches. They are currently tied.

Speaking of family video, I feel like they did the applications together and Robin corrected Steve a lot on things I forgot to put down, or fixed his wording to sell himself more because he has things like: played basketball, and not “was captain and therefore have leadership skills cmon Steve.” They also broke into Steve’s dads office to write them and used a lot of his fancy paper.

Came up with a joint backstory for Ericas Dnd campaign where they are twins. Robin is really good at the roleplay and Steve gets really good roles. When Robins character died and she gave a speech both Dustin and Steve cried and since then he’s tried to convince her to run off to Hollywood to be an actress so he can be her trophy husband and Robin rolls her eyes at him.

Got one of those two ring joint floaties and sat in Steve’s pool to help him with his fear of his backyard. They started talking about their biggest fears together and it helps.

Robin gets Steve to come to hippy Christmas but he’s to scared to show up empty handed so they both try to make a bunch of Christmas cookies but they keep getting distracted and some of them are burnt. Robin hides it with icing. Her parents love Steve after that.

Steve comes out to Robin when they both go to a party together, get wasted and end up hungover and puking together in the bathroom. He said it was cause it brought back memories.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of money come Christmas so she goes thrifting and upgrades an old bomber to make Steve something like a letterman since she’s noticed he’s uncomfortable wearing his own. He cries because it’s the first time someone has ever made him a present before.

Steve accidentally overhears people talking about queer stuff and spur of the moment drives himself to Indy and finds the bookstore they were talking about and buys Robin any book the cashier recommends. She hides them in Steve’s house and reads them religiously.

They have a plan to go to a gay bar during Spring Break. They would have went before then but Robin didn’t have a fake ID and Steve had to get in contact with his old crowd to get her one.

They legit have a plan to get Married once Robin graduates, but she wants to come out to the kids first so there’s no misunderstandings, they both just want the security and the safety what a lavender marriage could do for them and have very detailed plans on how to arrange elaborate affairs while doing this. In contrast their wedding plan is either a courthouse or if Will gets to them Vegas.

Robin encourages Steve’s inner mean girl. She also is mean and they both have a very cutting commentary on half of the family video clientele. When Erica comes by she joins in. She is also holding them to the free ice cream bet so they both have a swear jar they both contribute to as an Erica ice cream fund. It was Robins idea.

Robin actually can drive and she does drive at night on backroads in Steve’s car when the kids aren’t there. Steve thinks it’s a cool little chilling out ritual, he’s literally horrified to hear she doesn’t have a license and that’s why she doesn’t drive in the day or with the kids.

Steve brings Robin to babysit the kids a lot and she complains for a bit until Mike says she’s like the cool dad and Steve’s the weird overbearing mom. Steve makes a joke about Karen that is so cutting Robin chokes on her drink but she doesn’t complain after that.

Half of the marching band, Kieth and the some of the kids (Dustin, Mike and Will) think they are legit dating, when they are asked they both make gross sounds and pretend to puke but five minutes later they will be sitting on top of each other.

They are banned from being on the same team during charades because the second Steve stood up and made a single gesture Robin got the answer. The kids thought it was a fluke at first then Robin stood up and Steve did the same damn thing. Dustin is convinced the Russians gave them mind powers.

They have a lot of sleepovers. At Steve’s, Robin sneaks in around the back and uses a key she copied and never told Steve about, he genuinely believes she’s breaking in and is impressed by it. Steve climbs in her window and hides under her bed when her parents come in.

So much more but that’s about the gist of it. They just love each other dearly and mean a lot to me!!! They are best friends forever I swear!!

#yes some of these will be in the fic others I just added for fun #they mean so much to me #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve and robin #the irish twins #platonic stobin headcannons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #zee writes #fic: now watch me bloom #(nail)batman and Robin

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Stepbro!eddie x attention wh0re reader installment #3

featuring Steve Harrington

Warnings: stepcest obviously, smut, oral (m receiving), mention of daddy issues, Eddie is a little mean, possessiveness, angst.

A/N: HIII. I wrote this last night. I’m feeling a little mischievous >:) It’s a bit dark, but not that bad. Possessiveness, like I said, and jealousy. Eddie is angsty. it may be possible to be perceived as toxic but I wouldn’t say it’s a toxic relationship. I hope you like it <3

You love when his friends come over. Especially this new one, he was the cutest of them all. So pretty, with hair so perfect. Over the past few times he’s hung out with Eddie, you’ve felt his eyes on you. He would check you out, taking time to see every detail. Every ruffle in the fabric of your clothes, every freckle on your nose, every single dark eyelash coated in mascara.

When he came over today, you took the opportunity to finally say something to him after so many days of frustration and romantic tension, lust, curiosity. You knew he had an eye on you and you had the same for him. Eddie had gone to the kitchen to grab them both something to drink, and you whispered to Steve the plan. He seems just a little unsure, but so desperate that he hastily nodded his head and watched you head towards your room and waiting a while.

“Where are you going??” Eddie questions as Steve stands up from the couch mid-movie and smoke session.

“Oh, uh- just the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Steve assures him quietly, almost whispering as if they were in an actual movie theater. Steve slips away and starts walking up the stairs, as the downstairs one was connected to your parents’ master bedroom and it was awkward. All of Eddie’s and your friends just always used the upstairs one.

Eddie watches as Steve ascends the stairs and fixes his eyes back on the television screen. After about five minutes, the boy sighed and looked at his watch. He figured Steve was just having some sort of bathroom problem and shrugged it off. After ten minutes, though, was when he got concerned. Eddie pauses the movie, standing up from the couch and headed towards the bathroom. Once near it, he sees that the door is shut and the lights are on.

“Dude, don’t blow my fuckin’ toilet up. Go home for that shit, cmon.” Eddie calls through the bathroom door to no response. He lingers for a second then starts heading back down. He stops in his tracks before the first step of the staircase when he hears his step sister’s distinct giggle and a soft moan following. He knew the sounds, he had you all figured out. Knew you like the back of his hand. He sneaks over to your door which is barely cracked, ever so slightly pushing it a little bit further open.

He was expecting to see you in your bed, legs spread apart under the covers and your hand in between them. Masturbating, as you do sometimes. He’s seen it plenty. When he gets a view of the scene, though, his heart drops to his stomach and he feels jealousy start to burn in his veins. Steve was on top of you as you lay back on your bed.

You were making out, and rather intensely. His tongue was in your mouth, kissing you hard and deep. His hands roamed all over your body, tickling you by accident at times when he touched your sides which undoubtedly was the cause of the giggling that he had heard.

Steve had snuck into your room, something he knew he shouldn’t have done but you were just too tempting. He tried for so many weeks and had succeeded in staying away from his best friend’s sister but broke down today.

He almost completely disregarded the fact he could be caught red handed, caught so easily. He didn’t want to lose Eddie as a friend, but he just couldn’t stand it anymore. You’d always subtly tease him, every single time you caught him staring at you. You’d wear revealing clothes at home when he was there, just because he was there.

Your favorite move was just flashing a smile. It was such a simple action, but it made his cheeks flush red every time. He always got a little flustered when you acknowledged him and saw his eyes glued to your body.

He was so desperate to kiss you, to breathe you in, to touch you that he hadn’t even fully closed the bedroom door. Eddie stands before this door and watches as jealousy flows through him. The two of you are so intertwined with each other that you didn’t notice his presence.

He’d been watching for so long that he felt like he couldn’t intervene. His morbid curiosity and pervertedness told him to listen, and so he did, from the other side of the wall.

“Fuck, Steve, I need it.” You whined, reaching down to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Shit, okay, I’ll give it to you. You gonna take it all, pretty girl?”

“Mhmm” you moaned as your eyes fell down to watch the boy unbuckle his jeans.

“We gotta hurry. Gotta be fast, eds is gonna wonder what I’m- shit- what I’m doing.” He groans during the last part while he watches you excitedly pull off your shorts and panties in one go, spreading your legs wide for him.

Steve doesn’t pull his pants all the way down, just pushes them a bit down his thighs, enough to free him and nothing more. He returns to his place on top of you and positions himself right where he needs to be. You continue to kiss, sloppily swapping saliva as your tongues dance together in harmony. You pulled his bottom lip in between your teeth and bit slightly, causing him to groan.

“God damn it, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” He mumbles into your mouth, and you only smile in response.

He starts to push inside you, but you stop it before it happens. He pulls back, a bit confused and concerned, but that doesn’t last long when he realizes you’re just flipping over. You push your ass into the air, arching your back and silently begging him to fuck you hard from the back. The rest of your body presses into the mattress as you try to keep yourself slightly propped up on your elbows.

“Jesus fucking christ, wish I had a picture to remember you just like this.”

“Just fuck me, Stevie, please.” You ask desperately. He gets tired of holding his shirt up and out of the way so he pulls it off and his hands both plant onto each side of your ass and squeeze hard. When he pushes in, it’s effortless.

Sliding so fucking easily inside. So wet and so tight that curse words begin to pour out of his mouth uncontrollably, along with your name over and over beneath his breath.

“God, Stevie, so big. You’re so fucking big, Stevie.” You babble senselessly as you start to become fucked out of your mind.

“Yeah? Feels good, hmm?”

“Yes”, you breathe out, almost in a whisper. “Been wanting you so bad” you add.

“You have no idea, baby. Wanted you-fuck- from the first time I laid eyes on you.” He stutters, having to fight the urge to throw his head back and moan out loud.

“Harder, Stevie, harder.”

“Okay, okay, I got you.”

He pounded into you with so much force and intensity that you felt the tip of his cock reach the deepest possible part of you. It was bigger, thicker, and longer than anything you’ve ever had before and it ached in such a delicious way.

“Oh my god, oh my god, mmh, fuck” you cry, trying but ultimately failing to keep your noises under control.

Yes, he was mad. He was really fucking mad. But Eddie couldn’t help the fact that at this point, he has his hand in his pants and is desperately stroking himself as he listens.

That should be him, he thinks, and he simply can’t believe you seduced his new friend like this. Well, okay, he could believe it.

You were promiscuous, you loved attention. He knows it’s likely your lack of a father figure that causes you to desperately seek male validation and attention, but he wishes sometimes that you would just calm down. That you could just be happy with everything he gives you, every single day. That you wouldn’t always need more than just him.

Regardless, he’s pulled out of his thought when he hears you crying out, whining so pathetically and pornographically that you have to be beyond fucked out and about to cum.

Your body was gonna give out on you soon, unable to take Steve’s brutal fucking for much longer before you fall apart.

“Please, Stevie, gonna cum.”

Eddie won’t have time to finish himself, he realizes once he hears you say it, and he quickly collects himself and returns to the living room as if nothing happened.

“Go ahead, baby. Show me.” He mumbled, trying to keep his pace but faltering when you constrict around his cock and effectively milk him dry. After he cums, he continues on for a minute, fucking the cum back into your hole as it threatens to leak out. Your body goes weak and you fell all the way back down on the bed and rolled over onto your back.

“Holy shit.” He breathes out, hair sticking to his forehead in sweat. You smile at him, satisfied that he seemed to enjoy himself. He remembers the situation and starts to panic, jerking his pants back up and pulling his shirt on. He hastily zips them back up, and then redoes his belt buckle. You grab your panties and shorts that were still together and throw them back on, also slipping back into the sweater you were wearing.

“Shit, I- I need to go..” Steve advises you, afraid to admit the fact he had likely already been figured out and Eddie was onto him.

“No, wait.” You call before he opens your door.

“What?” He questions, looking back at you.

“Gimme a kiss.”

He smiles once again. “So sweet. Aren’t you just so sweet?” He comes back to you to give you a little peck on the lips. It wasn’t very satisfying, didn’t have much effort in it, but you decided you’ll let that slide. He leaves your room in a hurry after that, actually going to the bathroom this time.

He shuts himself in and looks in the mirror, attempting to fix his crazy hair and making sure you didn’t leave any hickeys on him. He smooths out his shirt, takes a deep breath, and heads back down to the living room. Eddie sits in the same place as before on the couch, smoking a small joint.

“Sorry, I uh.. stomach was upset.” Steve lied through his teeth.

Eddie doesn’t lift his gaze or acknowledge the boy’s presence, eyes fixed on the joint and his lap which he held it over. He lets some silence pass.

“I know you fucked my sister.” He states bluntly. Steve’s heart drops and he feels like he’s in big trouble. Eddie would probably kick him out and not be friends with him anymore. He was about to chew him out, maybe even hurt him, he thought. Instead, he continued, but looking up this time.

“My advice would be not to do that. She’s a whore.” He says plainly. “Not worth it, man.”

“Oh. Do you want me to go? I mean I-“ Steve starts, gesturing to the front door.

“Nah, you’re good. Come finish this movie with me, I’ve been waiting on you for like twenty minutes.” He pats the empty space on the couch and Steve nods, taking a seat.

“Alright, dude, I’ll see you. Drive safe.” Eddie says, walking Steve out to his car and patting him on the shoulder. Steve agrees and heads off.

Eddie comes up to your room, barging through the door without knocking. You jump slightly, but try to play it off like you didn’t just get startled. You stared down at the magazine you were mindlessly looking through while sitting in bed.

He clears his throat and you slowly look up to see him and his upset expression, fists slightly clenched at his sides. When he sees you noticing that, he immediately relaxes them and softens his demeanor a bit as to not scare you.

“What’s wrong?” You question innocently.

“Don’t act stupid. I know you’re not stupid so don’t act like it.”

You paused, unsure of a response to give, so he continued.

“You know how fuckin’ bad it messes with me that you try and fuck every guy you see? My own fucking friends, too.” He throws his hands up in frustration. You just sit and stare.

“Of course you don’t. You don’t give a shit how anyone feels as long as you get your attention. So fucking ridiculous. I really am an idiot.”

He shakes his head. He turns to head back to his room, ready to write some shitty songs about heartbreak that he can pass off as being about some other girl from school. He locks the door behind him and plops down onto his bed after grabbing his guitar. He takes a hit out of his bong and tries to forget about you.

When he tries to write, he only writes your name. The only thought in his head. He tried to shake it off, to distract his mind. He’s eventually able to relax, and comes up with some good lyrics and music ideas. About an hour and a half passes and he notices out of the corner of his eye something sliding underneath his door. He immediately gets up to go grab it, a little folded piece of notebook paper with writing on it.

“Sorry, eds. Didn’t mean to make you upset. Plz let me in.”

With the i’s dotted as hearts. Your signature handwriting, which he always found ridiculously adorable and sweet.

He sighs, unlocking his door and pulling it open to find you sitting in front of it with tears in your eyes. You look up at him sadly as one falls, rolling down your cheek. He reaches out a hand and you take it as he pulls you up and into his room. You sit down on the edge of his bed and he stands over you.

“Do you know?” He asks.

“Know what?” You question, sniffling.

“Do you know, do you realize, how shitty the way you behave is? Do you not see that I obviously love you or that you constantly trying to make me jealous actually hurts me?” He questions.

“No, eds. I never want to hurt you.” You respond quietly, shame burning in your face.

“Well you fucking do, okay? Calling him little nicknames like Stevie, letting him call you sweetheart and baby. It’s like you’re doing all the shit we do but with someone else. You don’t see that? You don’t get some sort of fucking deja vu?”

“Oh.” You remark, his words hitting you like bricks. He didn’t sound angry, just tired. Tired of you. You have to fix it. Can’t lose him, you absolutely can’t lose him.

“I never thought of it that way. And I never meant to make you jealous, that wasn’t what I meant to do. I just love being loved, I don’t- I don’t know, I just don’t think.”

“I know you do, baby, but that’s not what it is. Guys hooking up with you is not love, they don’t love you. They want one thing and they’ll leave once they get it.”

Another tear falls.

“I know that sounds mean and I’m sorry but I’m a guy and it’s true. It’s not love, it’s just attention. I need you to know the difference.”

“You love me?” You question, even though he’s told you before that he does, you wanted confirmation.

“Yes. I love you. And not just in a physical way, in every possible way. I’d still love you just as much if we never even touched, that’s the difference. These guys aren’t going to love you once sex is removed from the equation. I would. I do. Okay?”

You nod. “I love you too, eds. ‘M sorry. Thank you for teaching me. You know, about love.”

He can’t help but smile. So dumb, so naive, but so so precious. He reaches to pet you on the head.

“You’re welcome. Can you try not to do that again? For me?”

“Mhm. Yes, for you.” You confirm, nodding your head.

“Good.”

You look up at him with dry eyes now as he looks down on you with adoration, basking in his forgiveness.

“Can I prove it?” You ask, hopefully. “That I’m sorry?”

“You don’t have to prove it, sweetheart, those damn puppy dog eyes already got me and I believe you.”

“Hmm.” You think for a moment, then slide off of the bed and into the floor in front of him. You immediately turn your attention to his belt, fumbling with it slightly but successfully getting it undone.

“Fucking Christ”, he groans, instantly recognizing the direction this is going and basking in the way you were so excited to do this, desperate to please him.

You try your best to pull everything down, but he ends up helping you in getting his pants off, shuffling them down his legs and stepping out of them. You start to place kisses over the outline of his bulge in the plaid boxers he was wearing, sweet little kisses all over that have him growing hard in a second. You palm him over the fabric, running your hand up and down the whole length.

Again, just so, so desperate. You sat practically worshipping him, rubbing his cock and putting pretty little kisses on the head while you look up at him sweetly. He groans, and you now pull off the boxers which are easy to remove compared to his pants. His cock comes free, springing up to touch the happy trail on his lower stomach, and you take it in your hand. You gently stroke it a few times before he presses the tip against your lips.

You take it as a signal to open up, and so you do, tongue sticking wide out. He taps his dick on your tongue a couple of times before you take it into your mouth all at once, barely a struggle. His head is thrown back when your lips meet his base and your nose nestles in to the dark brown pubic hair at the end.

You suck hard, hollowing out your cheeks and moving your head up and down, and taking breaks to swirl your tongue around the head and catch your breath a little bit. You deepthroat him again, nearly choking, but you’re fueled by his sounds of gratification.

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re so good. Bein’ good for me?”

“Mhm.” You hum around his cock and his hand reaches to you, tangling it into your hair and starting to move your head to the pace he wants it to go.

Eventually he’s fucking your mouth and you happily allow him to use it. It was his anyway, you figured. You just wanted him to be happy, and you knew this was a definitive way because it may or may not have been used in the past as a way to say “I’m sorry”.

You relax your throat completely and just look up to him while he fucks your mouth. He seems to already be close, undoubtedly frustrated from the incident earlier. Little bits of drool pool at the corners of your lips and your eyes are watery. Your makeup smudges slightly beneath your waterline.

“God, you’re.. you’re fucking mine. You better not fucking forget it, baby.” He rambles to you as if he forgot you can’t answer. “Don’t. Fucking. Forget it.” He punctuates each word with a harsh thrust and cums as soon as the sentence is finished.

You take it all, swallow it all down without breaking eye contact and then take your mouth off of him, wiping the saliva from your lips. You stand up, and he grabs a random pair of sweatpants to put on and sits back down, relaxing in the same spot he was before.

“Nobody could ever replace you. I only need you.” You say softly to him once you climbed into his lap on his bed and cuddled into his neck, hugging him.

“You have no idea how much those words mean to me. Thank you, princess.”

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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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— 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐜𝐬 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏/𝟐, 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: self explanatory; a/n: set in my fic universe of 40s!HYDRA!assassin!wife!reader x bucky barnes // re-posted in two parts for both better access and for “keep reading” feature; cw: vague mention of sex and canon-typical angst? pairing: 40s! bucky x f! reader

MAIN MASTERLIST

• you, bucky and steve met when all three of you were just seven years old. it was 1924 and the year you started grade school, and the three of you became inseparable quick.

• years pass and you're still that same trio —best friends that couldn't be any closer if they tried. never mind that steve noticed pretty early on that you and bucky shared a different kind of closeness

• one that both he and you were somehow so oblivious to, and that you denied for so damn long despite the plain open longing, the mutual pining

• i mean, cmon — it didn't exactly take an idiot to realise that you and bucky barnes saw far more in one another than just friends.

• you saw the world in each other

• so cut to around 1935 or so, and bucky asks you to your high school's senior swing dance the year that you graduate. he does the whole thing — the suit and corsage, the ride — for this was it, the night he hoped would be the one to make you his <3

• he asked you to the dance on your doorstep beneath warm porch light, after weeks of waiting — hoping — that he would. now that he had, you felt so happy that you thought could've died

• and so did he when you breathed 'yes' and pressed a quick, shy kiss to his cheek. you were nervous and excited and all this at once —

• and James Buchanan Barnes was plainly blushing

• and it was on that swing dance night that you said your very first i love yous, though his you overheard from the stairwell as he finally told your father just how honourable his intentions truly were

• it went a little something like “if i can be frank with you sir, i'm in love with your daughter. and i even think that she might love me, too."

• but more on that later cos it really was your father who proved to be your love's greatest obstacle

• ((though still, you essentially become the epitome of high school sweethearts turned husband + wife ❤️‍🩹))

• so for the whole night at that dance, both you and bucky were damn well nervous, despite the steady comfort of each other’s by now very familiar company

• because although you'd been best friends since you were seven years old, now you were crossing that line. and by god, bucky had loved you ever since that first day knowing you, just as you had always loved him right back — it felt easy and natural as breathing.

• it truly did feel like it should've been that way all along; that you were made for each other, and should’ve always been together like this, in that way. and yet still, the first night you dared see each other as beyond friends, you were both all shaking hands and straightening ties; kids just so in love.

• and the first time that you kissed at the end of the night? it just made sense. you adored each other — you'd found each other — and felt so goddamn grateful that you had.

• + what you didn't know (until bucky told you of it later down the line) was that steve had been hounding him for ages about it - subtle comments here and there because he knew his best friend. he knew what he wanted, how he'd felt for so long - knew that bucky was just too damn scared to admit that he loved you, in case he lost you for it

• as if he could ever, you thought.

• but even still he would've sooner had your love as a best friend, and never have known what holding you felt like than lose you completely — than drive you away. he could do that, he swore to himself. he would do it. if that would make you happier, he'd do it.

• but with each passing day it grew more and more wretched as both of you hid how you felt beneath friendship; having to keep a secret the fact that you were in love from the one person you trusted above anyone. the one person you wanted to tell

• steve, of course, knew how you felt as well as bucky; he was nothing if not observant, though you had sworn him to upmost secrecy.

• he felt it sweet how completely oblivious you both were — making steve promise to guard the very same secret, and unknowing that those feelings were returned

• but before you come to know how the other one feels, you of course get the staples of any good best friends to lovers transition. hugs that linger too long, or the opposite — brief ones and a whole lot of throat-clearing.

• or trying to pretend that you're happy for your friend when they tell you they've been asked on a date — never mind the fact they only told you to gauge your reaction, and had no intention of ever actually going.

• it worked the same to make you/him damn well jealous, too — though unwilling to name quite why or further examine the reason for feeling it.

• lingering eye contact and blushes when your hands accidentally brush, but never knowing how to address it from being plain petrified of suddenly losing it.

• indeed, everyone else knew that you'd fallen in love long before either of you dared name it; but when you did there was nothing that could stop you — other than perhaps one big minor problem.

• that problem being your father, who absolutely hated that boy' James Buchanan Barnes.

• He did not approve of him one bit, and never once tried to make it any short of obvious. it was something you just knew would never change, despite your efforts — he was old school, and set in his ways, and daughters of your decade were their father's to own.

• But it wasn't as if he even had a good reason to hate your best friend in the slightest. after all, he had a great respect for steve, he bloody loved him! but when it came to bucky he was unimpressed

• it broke your heart

• you'd always been a daddy's girl, and close to your parents — you knew that. but while your mother took the attitude that love was a phase you'd grow out of, it was your dad who stood so firmly set against it

• and your dad that ruled the house

• so he stayed fiercely protective to the point of being so overbearing, you were stifled. your choices clearly were not your own, and bucky wouldn't be respected if beneath your father's roof

• it wasn't fair.

• this was a boy that saw the sun in you alone — who worshipped the ground that you walked on. but what, if not that, did your parents see in him? that he was plainly just 'no good' for their daughter.

• that authority — held by your father - reached its sure peak when bucky came to pick you up for your date. it was the night of the swing dance, your very first one, but the start was not so magic as the end turned out to be.

• for after having knocked on the oak front door — of which was opened by your father, not you — the older man was reluctant to invite the boy inside, but still did; after all, he had questions

• and though he was instantly stern, unforgiving - asking "just what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?" — Bucky wasn't deterred in the least, didn't regret his choice for a single moment.

• you were it for him, he knew. even if your parents didn't quite want to see it.

• because still, no matter how polite bucky was when he spoke, no matter how many 'ma'am's and 'sir's he spoke, or the flowers that he'd given to your mother in thanks — both she and your father insisted their disdain for him was purely cos they wanted what was best for you

• and that simply, he wasn't “damn near good enough”

• cos after all, the boy was a charmer — he had no shortage of admirers, of girls that were after him. but what they didn't see was that he had eyes just for you - always had and always will, for the girl that he'd loved since he was seven years old

• and so that night of the formal swing dance, a great row blows up between you and your parents. you beg and you plead — it's all very “The Notebook”- but it's no use; they're too set in their ways.

• you + bucky agree to date in secret then instead, until such a time when the both of you can make it on your own

• and why not? you only needed each other. that is, each other and steve <3

• so as the next few months pass, you do just what you'd agreed: date in secret. and it's exciting, cos this boy has been the love of all your life, and you're holding him and kissing him and everything is right.

• moonlit nights are spent with bucky climbing through your window, smiling, and you’re laughing as you whisper “hurry up” before you hear your parents’ footsteps and he has to rush back down.

• he makes you alive, he makes you you. it's the late 1930s in New York, and you're together.

• other nights you do the same, and meet him in the yard beneath what soon becomes our tree — the great poplar one with the great open leafing, that you'd spent so many star-struck nights beneath. and though your best dress ripped on the sill of your window and caught on branches as you made your way down, you just didn't care when at the bottom was the boy who took you dancing, who adored you in young love with all his heart

• so yes, you go out dancing; swing is your favourite, but you both like the slow ones. anything that means that he can put his arms about you, with your head laid on his chest where you can feel him, hear him breathe.

• you both have a love then for records — playing those romantic songs on worn out, crackled vinyl

• personally, you love frank sinatra, and all those other crooners of your time and before. bucky finds himself more loving the upbeat jazz and swing, adoring when he twirls you round the room and you laugh in his arms — never wanting more than this.

• it really is that true old fashioned courting that you swoon for

• and when you hear those same songs seventy years later, you just can't breathe through that pain. you just can't breathe through the sheer black panic of loss, through the fact that they'd taken your james —

• but for now he's just the perfect gentleman, giving you his jacket to wear, his ring - his promise that he'll one day be asking for your hand, when he's gathered his courage to do it without somehow still fearing that you're mere than he deserves.

• it's a promise of your future and the life you'll have together, and you wear it with such pride because he's yours and you are his <;3

• he's your bucky, your james, and you rarely say his full given name — that is, unless you’re mad and standing there with your arms folded.

• it's hilarious to see just how he knows it by your tone alone, but other times it's still somehow as affectionate as any given nickname you use — and there's many.

• but he still particularly loves it when you just call him your "bucky” like always. only you + steve typically say it, and so it's personal between you three — it's yours

• but of course those goddamn pet names drive him wild just as much, and you absolutely love the endearments; he thinks they sound heavenly when coming from your mouth.

• examples would be “honey,” “love,”“sweetheart,” “baby,” “doll,” “how's my (pretty/beautiful) girl?"

• if you're being honest, it's that last one that brings heat to your skin in a blush; it doesn't matter how many times he says it, it never gets old, and he knows how it gets you 🫣

• which may or may not be exactly the reason he says it — to be the cause of that rush

• but alongside it, you still like to tease him with his name, said in full when you're both joking or affronted.

• it could go a little something like "james buchanan barnes, are you flirting with me?" — which of course he is, because he loves his girl <3 his “pretty, good girl” <3

• you also get to experience the privilege of jealous bucky !! protective bucky !! when other guys make passing comments at his girl

• this man is ahead of his era when it comes to women, and how to respect them; he was raised right by his mama and his dad's love for her was a role model.

• so it's safe to say that anyone who makes you uncomfortable soon comes to regret it.

• i mean, it's bad enough having to patch up his fists after fights carried out on steve's behalf, the boy who somehow managed to always start but not finish those alleyway brawls

• but worse were the fights he got into with the guys that had set their sights on you.

• because as said, he was easily jealous; very protective of you by his side. and you loved it as much as you didn't because you just dreaded him soon getting hurt

• but you were reluctantly, secretly proud to admit that he ever really was by other guys 😌 in other words, he didn't lose his fights, though you were loath to ever tell him lest it blow your angry cover

• cos no matter how wonderful and courteous he was, that didn't mean you didn't give him the old girlfriend's silent treatment when patching him up.

• you only gave in every time when he reached out to hold you with that goddamn smile

• you could never resist it, even when you were “just friends”

• it was just so like your bucky that you'd barely even try — you’d just fold there and then

• still, let it be known that he wouldn't rise to fighting when you talked him down from it. he had respect for you enough to just let it go when you asked for him to, choosing you + your comfort over and again if you chose to not let it spoil your night.

• and so while he detested the entitled men that thought they had rights to try and touch you/call out, the only thing that mattered was just what you felt about it, in the end. and if you wanted to just walk on, and continue with your date? then that's what you’d do.

• though rest assured that his hands are positively burning for a fight, like his glare —

╰┈➤ see post title for p2 <3

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Ask Nicely (Steddie)

Warning(s); Spanking,mean! Eddie,kissing,crying,meanie Steve,daddy & master kink,finger sucking.

Pairing(s); Steddie x girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; Steves always the one to punish you so you finally ask Eddie to spank you.

A/n; requested by @rollergirl24 mwahs<3

“Go on.” Steve encouraged and you whined “I don’t think he’ll want to” you turned back towards Steve and he turned you back around. “Go on, go ask” Steve spoke up and peaked Eddie’s attention away from his guitar “what? Ask me what pumpkin?” Steve gently pushes you towards him.

You trip a bit but manage to catch yourself as you stand in front of your boyfriend, he shifted sitting his guitar back in its stand. “You know you can ask me anything right?” You nod your cheeks flushing. “I..uhm..” Eddie glanced over at Steve “just give her some time” he informed.

“I want….master to uhm…to spank me” “what?” Eddie asked “but you haven’t been bad have you?” You fiddled with your fingers “well..no not exactly but I wanna know what it feels like.” Eddie hummed and eyed you. “Mmm, alright pumpkin. Take your shorts off for me.” You do so tugging the jean material open and letting it drop.

“Over my lap” Eddie patted his thigh and you settled over his lap your belly settling between his thighs while your head hung off onto the couch. “Safeword?” “Puppet” Eddie hummed and glanced at Steve once more as if asking permission. “Whoa whoa, if you want him to do it shouldn’t you beg a little bit more?” You squirmed.

“But master said he…daddy why? I asked an…and was a big girl” Steve ran fingers through your hair. “Yeah, you did. You know the rules though angel, if you want something you ask nicely.” You whined and looked back at Eddie.

Steve still held a higher rank, he made the decisions, he had control over both you and Eddie, when it came down to it it was his say over Eddie’s.

“Master!! Tell daddy he’s being mean” Eddie chuckled “No can do puppy, daddy’s right. You know the rules. Ask nicely or be left with nothing. You grumbled and looked back at Steve who was no where near backing down.

“Master….p-please spank me. I want master to spank me and leave my ass bruised…please.” You dropped your head hiding it in the cushion. “Think that’s good enough?” Eddie asked fingers tugging your thin underwear between your cheeks. You let out a soft mewl when the lace rubbed against your cunt, “yeah, I think our good girl deserves what she asked for”

“Pick a number” Eddie was asking Steve not you and you gulped quietly as Steve thought. “Hmm let’s go easy, 15.” Eddie nodded. “Call it if you need to pumpkin, masters gonna be a little bit mean.” You nodded and prepared yourself.

You felt Eddie shift and gasped when his hand came barreling down on your ass. Heat bloomed over your ass it hurt worse with Eddie’s rings but it still sent arousal straight to your core. “One, T-Thank you” Eddie smiled and spanked you again, you counted and said thank you once more.

The next three came back to back without giving you a minute to count. “Five, Thank you” Eddie was impressed, he wasn’t going soft and you were still taking it so well. “Cmon, don’t slouch arch your back like you’re supposed to.” Steve scolded and you got back in position. “Should I make him add 5 more for that?” You shook your head “n-no! I’m sorry daddy I’ll do better.” Steve nodded and pecked your cheek letting Eddie continue.You started the routine back up.

Smack

“Six, thank you”

Smack

“Seven, thank you”

Smack smack smack smack

“E-eleven…thank you”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks and heat covered your ass and core making you want to squirm. You didn’t though, you stayed put another smack rang out and you counted muttering a thank you. “Poor baby, crying like you didn’t ask for it. Like you didn’t want it.” You sniffled “just a little crybaby huh?” You whined and Eddie sent another smack down in your ass “12 thank you” you whimpered.

The last few smacks came extra hard and fast leaving you limp on Eddie’s lap as you sobbed into the couch. “Color pretty girl?” Eddie asked “green.” He hummed and pulled you up watching your butt with his jeans. “Did so good for me. My best girl.” You sniffled and Eddie wiped at your wet cheeks “you should thank daddy for letting me do that.” You leaned back to look at Steve. “T-thank you daddy” Steve smiled and pecked your salty lips “you’re welcome Angel, did so good” you smiled and laid into Eddie’s chest.

Steve walked to the bathroom grabbing the cooling cream and passed it to Eddie “gonna feel cold baby” he warned before smearing the cream over the welts. It stung just a bit from the menthol inside the cream you winced and Eddie cooed at you. “It’s alright, just wanna make it better” he kissed your temple and you squeezed his shoulders as he rubbed the last bit in.

“Good girl.” Eddie praised and looked at you smiling. “Here puppy” he lifted his clean hand and slipped two of his fingers into your mouth, you trapped them in your mouth sucking against them peacefully. “Yeah, that’s it baby calm down for me” you breathed softly as you felt Steve shift moving to sit next to the pair of you. “You did good, we are so proud of you baby” you hummed dazed and Eddie pulled his spit covered fingers free. “My turn” Steve said and tugged you into his lap bringing his fingers to your lips.

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