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wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart · 11 months

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Eddie is gushing about Steve to Robin and he mentions how it's so fucking metal the way he never shies away from danger. Like, quite the opposite, he literally jumps right into it without a second thought!

And suddenly Robin remembers how Steve wanted to be tortured by the actual real Russian secret service if it meant that his then friendly coworker who he never saw outside of Scoops would be at least a little bit safer. And she notices for the first time how Steve always makes sure that everyone is safe before he leaves a dangerous place - how he makes sure to always be the last one - and she thinks fuck.

(She feels so fucking bad. He is her best friend. Her soulmate. The person who knows her best and vice-versa. How has she never noticed this before?!)

They start paying closer attention to him, then. Neither like what they see. Steve's eyebags grow bigger with every day that passes. He doesn't eat a lot. He can never say no to others, no matter how much it inconveniences him. And when Robin and Eddie gush about what an awesome person he is, he gets an uncomfortable expression on his face and denies it. Robin had never noticed how most their interactions were self-deprecating jokes until now, either.

They need to stage an intervention.

The next time Steve walks through the doors of Family Video, Robin and Eddie are ready. They lay down all the facts and propose a simple deal: either go talk to a professional, or they will explain everything to the rest of the party and they will force him to talk to a professional. It will end the same way no matter what he chooses, might as well take the path with least resistance.

The only thing that sounds worse than paying a stranger to talk about his feelings is to be forced to talk about them to his friends, so he agrees.

He doesn't think it will make a difference, at first. It's not like he is allowed to talk about monsters and other dimensions.

The first session is awkward. But Robin and Eddie always look at him with such worried and expectant looks and he cannot bear to burden them in any way, so he starts opening up more. He can't talk about the time he almost got eaten by Demogorgons in a secret supernatural underground tunnelsystem, but he can talk about the time Billie almost beat him to death. He can't talk about the secret Russian operation beneath the mall, but he can talk about almost dying in the "mall fire". (His memories of his time there are all scrambled because of the drugs, anyway. It is more about the 'near-death' thing and never being able to feel safe, which he can talk about)

He doesn't mean to talk about his interpersonal relationships at first. But then his therapist cautiously asks him about his parents, and before he knows it he is spilling beans he didn't even know needed to be spilled. He talks about how he only seems to be friends with people who went through traumatic experiences with him, and what does that say about him? He talks about when he first realized that other kids are not left behind by their parents for months at a time. He finally starts unpacking the whole Nancy situation and realizes, wow, turns out he isn't nearly as over the whole thing as he'd hoped. (There are a lot of tears).

He seamlessly fills session after session, and at first he doesn't think that it makes much of a difference. Until the kids meet him after he is exhausted from a double shift at Family Video and beg him to drive them somewhere or other, and he can say no and not give in without fearing that they will cast him aside.

(Robin and Eddie are smug when they also notice the changes, but Steve supposes they have earned it this one time.)

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cyborg-franky · 4 months

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Their reaction when you give them your number

Some headcanons!

SFW GN Reader Chars: Ace, Robin, Marco, Kid, Killer, Buggy

Ace

He’s been flirting back and forth with you the entire time you’ve been working. He came in for his brother's friend's birthday but has spent more time talking to you and honestly? You didn’t mind. He was cute, funny, and very sweet. His flirting was a little awkward at times, you guessed as handsome as he was he had some self-esteem issues. But the more you talked with Ace the more his confidence grew.

It was late and pretty quiet, he chatted to you about his brothers as he leaned on the bar, you cleaned and got ready to close, just enjoying his voice, and how genuinely caring he seemed. It was then you grabbed a piece of paper, wrote your number on it, and slid it across the bar.

“What’s that? How much of a tab did me and those idiots wrack up…” He hummed and flipped the paper over, his eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up when he saw the number. You couldn't help the sly smile on your face when you could see the blush on his cheeks, even in the low light of the bar.

You sure hoped he’d call. He chuckled and put it in his pocket, trying to act cool about it even with his cheeks on fire.

Robin

She had to have been the most beautiful woman to have ever set foot in your store. The way she walked around in her summer dress, the fabric flowy in the breeze, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear as she picked up a huge heavy book, her eyes scanning each with a smile on her lips.

You felt entranced and intimidated by her in equal measure. Each movement was poised and elegant. She glanced over her shoulder and saw you staring at her, the sparkle of mischief in her eyes reached the sly smirk.

Grabbing an arm full of books so big you could murder a man with she set them down on the counter and you had to try and remember how to talk again. “Is it okay if I buy a coffee and read one of these?” You nodded, she could have robbed you and you would have thanked her.

As she paid for her books you quickly wrote your number on a note and slipped it in one of the books as you placed it in a bag for her. She bought her coffee and books and sat down on one of the big armchairs. You gripped the edge of the counter when you noticed she went right for the book you’d put your number in.

Robin saw the piece of paper and shot you the most wickedly sinful smile you felt your heart would explode.

Marco

He came into your work at least once a week, maybe more, and his order was always the same. He was a creature of habit but never boring. You always stood and chatted with him between his order and bringing it to him. He was polite and handsome and always had this lazy smile on his face that you found yourself looking forward to seeing.

Marco always had a kind word for you, would comment on your hair, how you wore it that day, how your new shirt was nice and suited you. He was full of compliments but he never came across as creepy. You adored his voice, his laugh, and how he always had a crazy story about his friends.

You felt like you knew them.

One night he came in with some of those said friends, a rowdy bunch but just like him, polite and chatty. You set down the tray of drinks and Marco leaned back in his seat taking his. “They make the best drinks, it’s why I come back all the time,” Marco said before sipping his drink.

“Yeah, right, that's the only reason.” Thatch teased and got a nudge. You didn’t know what the man meant by that but Marco met your eye and gave you a sheepish smile.

The group all started to leave and the man with the big hair, Thatch, came over to pay the bill. “Hey, I think you and Marco might have a sweet spot for one another, sorry if I’m misreading that but… maybe you could give me your number, to pass on?”

You blinked, processing what he was asking before grabbing a coaster and writing it on. Thatch paid and practically ran to Marco and brandished the coaster at him. “Got you a present!” Marco looked at it, then back at you. You watched as the smirk on his face grew and he placed it in his pocket.

Kidd

His entire group was loud but you didn’t mind. You were used to his sort coming to this bar, parking their motorbikes outside, and stomping into the bar with their heavy boots and loud voices. They’d been polite enough to you though.

Serving them rounds of beers when they raised their hands, always paying. You knew this group pretty well by now. The red-haired man who was the leader spoke with you casually. He leaned on the bar and laughed at jokes and comments yelled over the room at him.

“Got anything fun planned this weekend?” You asked as you handed him another beer, he took a swig before thanking you. You could see him thinking over your question, you always had a feeling he and his gang got up to all sorts. Maybe he was debating on what he could tell you.

“Nah, unless you wanna finally fess up to being into me an’ wanna hang.” He said, the smirk on his painted lips, showing his teeth. He was cocky and overconfident but God daaamn did it work.

“What makes you think I’m into you?” You asked, well, he was right but still.

“Babe, I just know, so gunna give me your number or do I have to beg?” Kidd asked with a gleam in his eyes. You loved feeling you had all the power in this situation. You met his eye before ripping off a piece of a poster hanging up behind you and putting your number on.

“You don’t have to beg, this time.” You chuckled and handed it to him. He laughed loudly and put it in his jacket pocket, looking smug.

He’d won.

Killer

Killer came into your shop every other week, always for something for his bike. It could be a check-up, a new decal, a sticker or just to get someone to clean it. He was a man of few words but he was pleasant to be around. His small talk was never dull or seemed forced, he enjoyed hearing your stories and learning about you.

Sometimes you even got to hear his voice, get to learn about his life; How he was part of a group who drove around together. You were very intrigued by him. The way he’d take off his helmet and all that blonde hair would come tumbling out, you could have sworn the world become slow motion whenever he did that.

He was gorgeous.

“Going for a drive this weekend?” You asked when he set down his helmet, one of the mechanics working on his bike already. He shook his head “Just thought I heard something when I’d started her,” he said and stared across the room.

Killer didn’t leave, didn’t go for a walk, instead while his bike was being checked he simply stood and talked to you. It was nice, he was a good guy. The mechanic came in and handed you the paperwork. You looked it over.

“Good news! The small issue has been fixed and since your in here all the time we won’t charge the normal rate,” your heart was beating when you sneakily wrote your number on the paper and handed it to him.

He said his goodbyes and walked away, reading over the paper before he noticed the number, he turned and looked at you. Wordlessly, effortlessly cool he just gave you the thumbs up and grinned.

Buggy

He was a strange guy, how he seemed to think he was so slick every time he came in. Acting like this wasn’t the 18th time he’d been in this week. He was strange, sure, but he was cute and no one had made you laugh so much. Sometimes you didn’t think he meant to be funny on purpose, his charm was just a silly guy.

But as goofy as he came across he was still unreasonably handsome and had his own brand of charisma that had you so taken with him. He came in on his way back from work and asked for his regular order, which you knew by heart now.

He would go on about his day, complaining about someone called Shanks that he worked with. The way he told his stories was so over the top and so hilarious that you couldn’t help but stand there chuckling and hanging on to his every word.

“So yeah, that dickhead set me back like 20 minutes.” He mumbled and sipped his shake, eating a few fries “Well, hopefully, your weekend will be better.” you said as you refilled the napkin holder.

“I’ll still be in though, I gotta get my fix.” He said and held up his drink, you weren’t sure if that was all he meant either. “Oh no, I won’t be in, I have the day off.”

He seemed crestfallen at that news, deflating in his seat with a frown. “Ah..” he mumbled as he stuffed more fries into his mouth. “But maybe we can arrange something?” you pulled out a napkin and wrote down your number, setting it next to him.

Buggy had been drinking at that moment, he stared at your number and snorted, his shake and the straw shooting to the back of his throat, causing him to splutter, some of his drink coming out of his nose as he became a flustered mess.

You laughed and watched him grab at handfuls of napkin to clean himself, wheezing as he did so, trying and failing to calm himself down, he croaked out “Sounds great…”

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 26

Robins look of utter rage fills Danny with adrenaline as he puts the petal to the metal to escape the stabby birds vengeance.

Danny wasn't too worried, after all the car he stole was the Batmobile and he was pretty sure Boy Wonder couldn't hurt the car without being grounded or something.

Whatever. He didn't really even plan to keep the car anyway.

He just needed a way to get them to Amity. Sam and a few other kids had gone missing after she lead a protest against the GIW over the anyi-ecto acts and thier treatment of ghosts and Tucker disappeared a few days later after he got back hacked while trying to find where they took her.

Danny wasn't stupid enough to go in as either Fenton or Ancients forbid, Phantom so he needed help. Unfortunately his track record for asking for help usually ended with him being talked over, talked down to, ridiculed, ignored, ect. So naturally he had to take things into his own hands as usual.

Thus stealing the Batmobile and doing the metaphorical equivalent or hitting a bat flavored hornets nest with a stick and hoping he doesn't die the rest of the way.

He is from the Midwest and this situation was awkward enough to activate his hospitality instincts so he offers to take music requests over the com lines (much to Red Robins bafflement). They of course have noticed a lack of Oracles involvement by this point and Danny informs them of his heavily modified Amazon fire stick and that he used it to not only knock Oracle out of the game -mostly to keep her from hacking into the batmobile and giving him a one way ticket to juvie- but also give him what was pretty much an hologram version of an instruction booklet for the fancy car hes driving.

Yeah, he doesn't know any of the bypass or security codes, but now he doesn't have to wonder that all the buttons do...and if they'll eject him.

Eventually they make it out of Gotham, the bats are miffed and tired. The sun is coming up and the fuzzy fighters break off to return to thier city.

They're likely going to use the trackers in the vehicle to find it once Danny parks so they don't end up chasing him all over the continent.

Good. All according to plan.

Except he waits a day after returning to Amity and hiding the car.

Then two.

Then four pass by without so much as a wing beat.

After five days Danny decides he can't wait anymore and goes back to Gotham to steal more bat themed items. That jet looked rather nice...

In the meantime the bats are flummoxed as to why they can't find this kid

Turns out large amounts of ecto radiation renders most tracking useless. Who knew?

Eventually Danny has a whole collection of expensive bat things and he, on the verge of a breakdown, drives back to Gotham in the GAV (bear in mind hes 14 and has no license throughout all of this) uses the GAV to kidnap Bruce Wayne. He apologizes profusely but explains the situation and that he really needs Batmans help but he seems to be refusing to get involved. So naturally he has to kidnap his sugar daddy to force his hand.

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asbealthgn · 1 year

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(i'm gonna call this part two and a half. part one, two, three)

Trust Dustin Henderson to make an entrance.

With a healthy dose of reluctance, Steve pulls away from Eddie to look over his shoulder at Dustin, who is standing in the doorway with his hands on his head. His question, Holy shit, is that Eddie Munson? hangs in the air.

Steve looks back at Eddie. “So wait, are you actually famous?” he asks, “Because I thought there was still like a thirty-five percent chance that Robin was messing with me.”

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking adorable,” Eddie says, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him back in roughly.

“Can someone tell me what the hell is happening?” Dustin asks.

A voice that sounds a lot like Max’s chimes in. “Steve is making out with Eddie Munson in Nancy and Robin’s kitchen,” she says, “Catch up.”

Eddie pulls away, grinning at Steve. “Do you want to introduce me to your friends?”

So Steve introduces Eddie to the new arrivals: Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica. Their reactions are exactly how Steve would have predicted if he had known more than five minutes ago that he brought a huge celebrity with him. Dustin is baffled and exuberant, Max is cool as a cucumber, Lucas is excited but polite, and Erica is acting above it all but secretly seems a little excited too. None of them seem to have any reaction to the kitten in his hands, but then, that’s the kind of party they signed up for.

Eventually, Robin comes in to beckon them all back into the living room. Steve plants himself cross-legged on the floor in between Eddie and El.

“Look at her, Stevie,” Eddie says, holding up his kitten. “Look how much better than her brothers and sisters she is.”

Steve looks between the other kittens and the one Eddie’s holding. “I don’t know, they all seem good.”

“He doesn’t mean that, sweetheart,” Eddie says, nuzzling his nose against the kitten’s tummy. It should be illegal for anything to be this adorable, actually. Steve sort of wants to set something on fire. “We both know you’re the superior kitten.”

Steve scratches the kitten behind the ears. “She is very cute.”

“Here, you hold her,” Eddie says, passing her off into Steve’s arms.

She rubs her head against his shoulder and purrs while Eddie presses closer to Steve’s side, one arm around his waist and his other hand petting the kitten. Steve can smell his cologne. It’s very distracting, but not quite distracting enough for him to notice that half of his friends are staring at them and whispering right now. But Steve’s not gonna worry about that. The hottest, most adorable guy he’s ever seen is currently wrapped around him cooing at a kitten. How could he possibly worry about anything?

After about twenty minutes, Eddie pulls out his phone. “Oh, my friend Gareth is here to get me,” he says.

Disappointment rises in Steve’s chest as Eddie takes the kitten back. He doesn’t want this to end. What if he never sees Eddie again? But then Eddie is looking at him with those gorgeous eyes and asking if he wants to come with. And of course Steve says yes. He gets to his feet and follows Eddie hand in hand, mouthing I’ll text you later to Robin over his shoulder. She gives him two thumbs up.

Outside, a very nice car that Steve couldn’t name is waiting at the curb. As they approach, the window rolls down, revealing a guy about their age with a fluffy mop of hair.

“Oh my God, that actually wasn’t a euphemism?” he calls, “You got a kitten for real?”

“Yeah!” Eddie says, pulling the door to the back seat open. He slides in, pulling Steve after him. “Meet Steve.”

“Is Steve the kitten or the guy?” the driver asks as he pulls away from the curve.

“The guy,” Eddie says, “The kitten does not have a name yet.” He turns to Steve and grins. “Stevie, this is my best friend and bandmate, Gareth.”

“Hey,” Steve says, giving an awkward wave.

Gareth gives him a skeptical look over his shoulder. “Are you a gold digger?”

“Uh, no?”

“It’s okay, Gar,” Eddie says, patting Gareth on the shoulder. “Stevie didn’t even know I was famous until his friend told him like half an hour ago. He just likes me for my raw animal magnetism.”

Steve can’t even argue with that. And Eddie is grinning at him like he knows it.

“Alright, now take us to PetSmart.”

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 1

Yeah...I know I said I would be taking a step back but then my muse went “Brrrrr!” and wouldn’t let me up until I had over 6k words and several more scenes I wanted to do, including the end.

Art student!Steve and Live Model! Eddie AU. Enemies to lovers. Eddie is a straight up ass in the first few chapters of this.

Steve was in the library looking at his schedule with Robin.

“It’s my last semester, Robs,” he said squinting at the computer screen. “And then I can graduate.”

Robin sighed. “I still have a year to go, you are so lucky.”

Steve was looking at the remaining credits he needed to graduate with art teaching degree and was shocked to find that he only needed one class.

“Shit.”

She leaned over his shoulder to look at the computer, too.

“Shit,” she echoed.

“Live figure drawing,” Steve muttered with an air finality. “The class I failed three times.”

“Mhmm,” Robin agreed. “Once a year.”

He banged his head on the desk. “I hate that class. And it’s always awful. There was the creepy old man that kept hitting on me the whole time.” He had been forced to drop the class. He had been reimbursed for it, but because it happened just after the midterm, insta-fail. “Then there was poor heavy-set girl. The constant sniggering and jeering made me ill and when the professor refused to anything about it...” he shook his head.

“Yeah, that was the worst,” Robin whispered. “But at least that incident got that professor fired.”

Steve nodded. That had been the only good thing that had come out of that class. But getting him fired made for another insta-fail. He tried to protest that one, but the Dean refused to budge.

“The last time was all you, though,” she said, pushing at his shoulder.

Steve cleared his throat and hung his head. Because, yeah that one was on him.

The new professor brought in an extremely fit basketball player. Steve had spent very little time drawing and a lot of time trying not to stare. So when he turned in his final with a blurry face and nothing drawn in the middle, he had failed the class again.

Robin pointed at the screen. “It’s a different teacher again this year.”

Steve lifted his head to look at what she was pointing at. J. Byers.

“Shit,” he murmured. “You don’t think that’s like Joyce Byers, do you?”

Steve had done a lot of babysitting and holding down two jobs to pay for school out his own pocket because his dad wasn’t willing to pay for what amounted to an art degree. He would work at Family Video while the kids were in school and then work at the plant at nights on weekends.

Will Byers was one of those he babysat. The kid had an older brother. But he had been working full time to keep the lights on while their mom got a master’s degree.

Robin’s mouth worked but no sound came out.

“I think this got even more awkward,” Steve murmured.

Robin just patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Steve was in hell. That was the only explanation for all of this. It had been Joyce Byers and he had to get the Dean to sign off him being in her class because she might be accused of favoritism. In fact if it hadn’t been the only class Steve needed to graduate he was pretty sure the Dean wouldn’t have allowed it.

Which was fine. Awkward, but fine. Nope. The part that made it hell was who was currently sitting on a stool in the middle of the classroom, (completely dressed, thank god!) was Eddie Munson.

The so-called Freak of Hawkins High. Or as Steve called him in his head “Steve Harrington’s biggest gay crush.” So yeah. All that work to get special permission to take the class and he was going to fail anyway.

Joyce stepped up to stand next to Eddie. “Hello, I’m Mrs Byers. Or Joyce, whichever make you more comfortable. Because that’s the point of this class. You being comfortable. I know this not ideal for a lot people. Especially young people like yourselves. So we’re going to start off slow. Working on different parts of the body and then for your final it will the complete nude form.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. He wasn’t the only one, thank god, but if Eddie had stripped then and there, Steve would have fainted.

“This will be your live model this semester,” she continued, indicating to Eddie on the stool. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Eddie grinned, his dimples making themselves known. “Hi! I’m Eddie. I was looking for a way to make easy money between gigs with my band. I have tattoos, but Joyce here has assured me that that won’t be problem for you sweethearts as this is an advanced art class.”

Steve gulped. It wasn’t going to be a problem art-wise. But libido-wise? He was in so much trouble.

After class he stopped to talk to Joyce.

“Hey, Mrs Byers,” he greeted with barely the hint of a stammer. “How’s Will?”

Joyce hugged him. “It’s so good to see you, honey. Will is doing great. He’s navigating school better now that we’re back in Illinois.”

Steve nodded. They had briefly gone out to California so that she could get some special accreditation or something like that.

“Tell him I miss him,” he said.

Joyce smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” She gave his hand a squeeze and said she had to get back to work.

Steve nodded again and walked out the door.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie said. “If it isn’t the former king of Hawkins High. I thought I saw you lurking in the back.”

Steve closed his eyes and turned slowly. There he was, leaning against the wall, one leg propped against, while the other stretched out in front of him. His arms were crossed, and his hair dangled in front of his bowed head. Steve itched to draw him oh so badly.

“Munson,” he said trying to keep the tremor from his voice.

Eddie lifted his head. “So you do remember me, should I feel honored?”

Steve let out a heavy sigh. “You do what you want, you always have.”

“I heard you got special permission for this class,” Eddie sneered. “You convince the Dean to take the class for a lookie-Lou? Sorry to disappoint, Harrington. Not some hot chick you can leer at for fifteen weeks.”

Steve’s head rocked back in shock. “Fuck you, man. For starters I got special permission because being the former babysitter for teacher is a bad look for both of us. For another, this is my last class I need for my art degree.”

Eddie raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Daddy let you take art? Must really not need the dough.”

Steve balled his hands to prevent the rage from tumbling out. “No. I worked hard to get where I am. And for the record...they never have hot women. Not if they don’t want to get sued for harassment. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to work because not all of us can take our clothes off and be paid.”

He stormed off, tears streaming down his face.

Eddie watched him go with a slow lick of his lips. That went differently then he expected. He didn’t think Harrington would cop to admitting that he was there to leer, but his lie about art school? That was a new low.

And babysitting? No parent in their right mind would leave Steve “the Hair” Harrington in charge of their kids. Lie number two.

And then trying to get out of talking to him by saying he had work? Harrington lived in Loch Nora. The richest part of town. He didn’t have to work a day in his life. Lie number three.

And what was that about not being able to take off his clothes and get paid? It didn’t sound right to his ears. It was like he wasn’t dogging the modeling gig but that he couldn’t.

Which anyone who had eyes knew that was bullshit.

Joyce came out and saw him still standing there. “Thank you again for doing this, Eddie.”

“You’re welcome, Joyce,” he said with a charming smile. “I don’t mind. I’m sorry your other model bailed on you last minute though.”

Joyce sighed. “She got a bar tending job that starts on tonight and I’d really prefer not to have my models fall asleep in the middle of posing.”

“Chrissy’s good girl,” Eddie said. “I’m actually glad she got the job at the bar. Some of the guys in the class looked pretty slimy.”

Joyce sighed. “It happens every time. They take just enough art classes in order to get in and then are disappointed when it’s not some pretty girl.”

Eddie nodded, thinking of Steve Harrington.

“And this school has had a problem with a couple of the last models they had,” Joyce murmured. “If another incident occurs, the class will be dropped all together and I’ll be out of job.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you,” he said, with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder.

Joyce looked up at him with a smile. “You’re so sweet, Eddie. I’m glad Will found someone like you to look up to.”

Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in his mouth. “I like the kid. He’ll do just fine.”

Joyce nodded. “See you tomorrow.” She waved goodbye and walked away.

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maximoff-pan · 2 years

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steve with always happy/golden retriever reader??

imma make these some head canons because I feel like it suits the prompt :)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warning(s): none :)

okay… here we go (buckle up)

You’re Robin’s friend first, you’ve been her best friend since Kindergarten

And at first, Steve finds it totally hilarious… the dynamic of your friendship is just comical

Because Robin is so dry, so sarcastic, and overall really pessimistic about life and everything honestly

And you’re the complete opposite:

Smiley, bubbly, happy, encouraging, kind to a fault, positively radiant, your energy just radiates from you in intense waves

Intoxicating is probably the best way to describe you, Steve thinks

But that’s not exactly the way it started out for the both of you…

When you first met each other while he and Robin were working at Scoops, he couldn’t believe it

He genuinely thought is this girl for real???

Like??? No one can be this happy all the time…

But the more time Steve spends with you, the more he sees how real this is

It’s just you, no pretences, no disguises

You really are just like a ball of sunshine

And it’s so funny, because every time he tries asking a girl out (and fails miserably), Robin is there to roast him, tease him, bring him back down to earth as she claims

But you’re different

With each failed venture, you’re right there to encourage him

“It’s fucking hopeless.”

“C’mon Steve.” You’d clap him on the back. “You got this!”

And Robin’s just standing there deadpanned like, no he doesn’t

You totally disagree, because who wouldn’t want to date Steve???? In your eyes, he is the total package:

Sweet, kind, considerate, great with kids, funny, (and hot as hell)

That’s why you’re always giving him advice, and with an encouraging smile, you help him get over his fear of rejection

And every time, without fail, you and Robin stand there watching him attempt to ask another girl out. Robin grimaces, while you smile toothily, holding up an enthusiastic thumbs up

It becomes a sort of routine for you

But after a while, Steve stops trying so hard

He doesn’t know exactly when it happened, but he loses interest in any girl except for you

One day he panics and tells Robin that he has feelings for you

And Robin almost smacks him upside the head

Because, duh….that’s been obvious for months

And it frustrates her to no end, knowing she’s the only person the two of you confide in about your feelings for the other

If she were a better person, she’d have ratted you out to each other a long time ago, but it’s kind of fun to watch you and Steve flail awkwardly around each other as you try to conceal your very obvious feelings

It’s not until you almost lose Max that you finally confront your love for Steve and his for you

She’d written you both letters, begging with you to just fucking tell each other doofuses

Because where Robin had found it funny, Max had found it utterly infuriating watching you dance around each other pathetically

And that’s another relationship that Steve finds totally amusing: yours and Max’s

Because much like Robin, Max is rough around the edges

She doesn’t try to hide what she’s feeling, much more inclined to speak her mind no matter the consequences

And you’re so obviously you

For whatever reason, you attract these kind of polar opposite relationships, and honestly, Steve thinks it’s really cute

It’s almost like you tame them, keeping Robin’s and Max’s fires from burning everything around them, while still allowing them to burn brightly

So when you each read her letters, you decide enough is enough, and you finally tell each other how you feel

And it’s totally as awkward as you’d think

You both essentially blurt it at the same time, too excited and hopped up on adrenaline to wait

“I love you.”

“No way! I love you.”

You remember rushing forward to hug him, pulling his body into yours, his warmth surrounding you

And you almost die from happiness right then and there

“Finally got a girl to say yes, huh Harrington?” You’d whisper into his sweater with a bright and teasing smile on your face

He’d laugh softly. “You’re the only girl I ever wanted to say yes.”

And it’s the most serious he’d ever been in his life

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megxplryxb · 1 year

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Minors DNI...

Not my gif!

Warnings: Mentions of sex, heavy flirting

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Imagine....Robin dragging you to one of Steve's stupid parties and it’s honestly the last place you want to be, having already had to endure 8 hours in Family Video with him that day. Steve’s already in the corner of his kitchen, looking like a million dollars, talking to some blonde you recognise from the video store and you hate how it’s bothering you that she has her well manicured hands on his biceps but you grit your teeth, grabbing a drink and downing it quickly (your first of several that night). Of course it’s all part of Steve’s big plan to make you jealous, cause he’s really only got eyes for one girl. But you’re too damn stubborn to admit that you might actually like your handsome coworker because you didn't want to be one of those stupid girls that fell for Steve The fucking Hair Harrington....

When Steve grows bored of the lingering looks you've been exchanging all night, getting tired of pretending the guys lining up to make their move on you weren't irritating him, he walks toward you, a confident smirk across his face as he lifts his arm over your head to lean on the wall, closing you in.

You try your best to look displeased in his presence but when he boldly presses his body against yours, telling you just how pretty you look in your little red dress, you know instantly you're done for, cause you couldn't keep pretending that you didn't want to fuck Steve Harrington's brains out.

“So, princess, what exactly do you suggest we do about this sexual tension between us?” He whispers so causally in your ear and you're cursing at the way he has your thighs clenching just from how he was looking at you. Like you were the only person in the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Harrington." You reply, smiling sweetly, as Steve bites the corner of his bottom lip, grinning.

"So those hot little denim shorts you wore to work today weren't for my benefit? Like you didn't knock over those tapes on purpose so you could bend over in front of me, sweetheart..." He teases, stealing a little moan from you as his fingers begin to dance on the bare skin of your backless dress and you weren't sure how much longer you could stand not kissing him.

"Liked what you saw, Stevie?" You ask boldly, knowing it wasn't the alcohol setting your skin on fire now. It was all down to him.

"I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart. But if you want me to admit it, then yeah, got me hard as a fuckin' rock."

"Did you touch yourself thinking about it?" You whisper in his ear, tugging at his shirt, his lips trailing the exposed skin of your collarbone, slowly moving his fingers from your hip, sliding them down your thigh but stopping just as he hears your breath hitch.

"Did you?" He smirks, letting his hand fall back to his side again and he can't help but grin when he sees the disappointment spreading across your face at the lack of friction between you.

"No more games, princess, you know I want you and I know you want me, even if it kills you to admit it.... So, I'm gonna go upstairs and if you want me to show you just exactly what I wanted to do to you earlier, you'll follow me there in five minutes." Steve instructs, leaving you standing there hot and needy for more.

It didn't take you five minutes to make your decision but fuck, work was going to be totally awkward on Monday.......

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Fall For You 🌸❤️

Summary; After Nancy breaks his heart for the last time Steve has enough and decides to branch out of Hawkins with you and Robin at his side, Travelling in a Winnebago.

Nights stargazing, camping and Steve seeking comfort in you lead to more... Your feelings deepen. You just don't know if he feels the same.

Warnings; angst, fluff, comfort, fwb relationship, smut, 18+, minors dni.

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It happened again.

Nancy had chosen Jonathan again. It's not like he shouldn't have expected it. How many times had it happened now?

He thought that after all the shit that had happened in the Upside Down that things would be different.

"It's always been you Nance," he told her about his fantasy involving her, the Winnebago, six little nuggets.

It wasn't enough, he felt like he wasn't enough, the same horrid sense of not being good enough fills him, like how he felt when Nancy and Jonathan got together after him and Nancy broke up.

The two main saving graces he had was Robin and you.

After staying a while to help with rebuilding the town after the earthquake caused by The Upside Down and Vecna's destruction by El, the three of you had left Hawkins.

It was just for a little while, to travel, see a bit more of the world outside of your little town in a Winnebago.

You and Robin were close anyway, just finished senior year together and you grew close to Steve since all the shit that went down last year.

There was a huge double bed in the camper van. The three of you took turns using it or would use the bunk beds, and talk well into the night.

It was a little awkward when dates were around, usually when one of you would bring a date home the remaining two would camp out under the stars to avoid any awkward encounters.

Well that being said there hadn't been much practice on that rule yet.

"Let's all camp out together. It's a beautiful night" Robin announces excitedly as she holds the hand of her date Elise who's very sweet, and adores Robin already.

"Yeah, it's romantic if you're on a date" you point out and Robin smiles and nudges you along beside Steve.

"You and Steve can look at the stars together, come on it will be fun. Ghost stories, roaring fire, pretty sky, Steve already got the tents and fire set up"

Buoyed by her enthusiasm you nod.

"Okay, okay. I'll get the marshmallows" Robin looks so delighted and it's nice watching her be so happy with her date and in general.

"Okay, okay" you join Steve who smiles at you.

"Hey, honey, guess we're a twosome tonight huh?" he motions you to sit on one of the logs that surround the fire, it's getting even darker outside and slightly chilly.

Robin goes first telling spooky ghost stories, anything that happened in Hawkins is off-limits, you're all trying to deal with the trauma entailed with what happened the last few years.

The four of you have flashlights and take turns in telling a story each, Elise's story is truly terrifying, a real story about the woods you're all in and a double murder.

Steve notices that you're shaking and he wraps his jacket around you, you give him a grateful smile.

💕💕

When you get in the tent there's just the one massive sleeping bag.

"Take the bed, I'll get some blankets, sleep on them" he assures you and you pat the bed.

"We're adults Steve, think we can share the bed and keep our hands to ourselves" you tease and he nods, turning his back as you get changed into your night clothes, he keeps his boxers and shirt on.

There's a funny tension in the air between you, it's been hanging around for a while now and you don't know what to make of it.

Steve is handsome, very handsome you've always thought that, the butterflies in your belly are new though.

Steve glances at you, noticing your furrowed brows.

"You okay sweetheart?" how can you tell him that just him laying beside you is giving you butterflies?

"Mmm," he props up on his shoulder and you know he doesn't believe you, his hand touches your shoulder, thumb grazing over it sending tingles over your body to your horror a small moan escapes your lips.

"Um, that was. I uh" you stammer but barely finish as Steve's eyes darken.

"That moan all for me honey?" you're pretty sure your brain goes haywire as Steve moves closer.

"What if it was? What are you going to do about it?" the words fall from your lips and Steve smirks, his lips meet yours and you kiss hungrily, he pulls you onto his lap and his hands cup your backside.

"Steve" you sigh as he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin, your hand's fist in his hair and you rock against him.

"Shit" he groans and you feel how hard he is, he takes off your nightshirt and strokes your cheek.

"You're so beautiful, do you want to do this sweetheart? We can stop if you want to?"

"Don't stop, I want this, do you?" he kisses you again.

"Fuck yes"

💕💕

When you wake up your body is entwined with Steve's, he kisses your neck as he wakes up and you turn to him meeting his lips.

"Steve that was" amazing you say in your head and Steve seems to read your mind.

"Mindblowing, it was a one-time thing though right?" he caresses your cheek, your stomach sinks a little bit but you nod.

"Yeah, one time".

It's a lie that you both tell yourselves until it happens again a few nights later.

And the night after that. Sneaking around so Robin doesn't notice. Stealing moments together, Steve buried between your thighs or you riding Steve until your both spent when Robin is out buying groceries for you all or exploring.

It's just sex though. You know that Steve still loves Nancy, sometimes he says her name in his sleep or you hear him mention missing her to Robin.

It sends ice through your veins and you try to hide how much it does hurt. Of course, he still loves Nancy, he's not gonna fall out of love with her in the space of a few months is he?

That's the crux of your first argument, you spend all day ignoring his flirty gazes, trying to fight these feelings that are brewing up inside you, as close as you are with Robin she's equally as close to Steve so you can't mention your feelings to her either.

It's annoying you that you can't switch these feelings off, bury them away and when Steve comes up to you while you're preparing dinner you are still brooding.

"Hey, you've been off all day? What's going on?" you shrug.

"I'm fine. Just because I don't want to have sex with you, Steve doesn't mean I'm in a mood or something. Maybe I don't want to be used you ever think of that?"

His eyes widen. "Use you? We've always been clear about what this is. I don't hear you complaining when I'm balls deep inside you"

His words make you fume even though he's right and you concentrate on dinner.

"Yeah, I'm very clear this is just a friends with benefits thing, Steve, so that means I can go on that date with Aaron then?"

Aaron was a guy you kept bumping into when you were in town, He was nice, funny and he had asked you out earlier this week.

At first, you said you'd think about it but if Steve doesn't care then maybe you should say yes. Steve's eyes flash dangerously and you wait for his response.

"Fine" he snaps irritated and stalks off.

Fine? He was fine with it. So it looks like you were going on a date tonight.

💕

Robin could sense a weird energy in the air ever since your date Aaron had come to join the three of them for hot chocolate and smores.

Steve was currently brooding and had been overprotective and tense since Aaron arrived.

She doesn't know what's going on. Every time Aaron touches you Steve stiffens.

He must be jealous. So does that mean he likes you? When did that start happening? She's confused, very confused and vows to keep an eye on things closely from now on.

💕

Steve tries to ignore the burning feeling in his gut but he can't, he's pissed and every time Aaron touches you it sends pulses of anger through him.

You laughing at the dickhead's jokes makes him even more irritated. He's relieved when the guy leaves.

As you're getting ready for bed he corners you, gently tugging at your arm.

"How did the date go?" he asks you and you shrug.

"It was fine. He was fine" Steve scoffs.

"Fine bet he got your panties wet at being just fine huh?" you roll your eyes. Could he be more obvious.

"Oh, my god. You can't even admit that you're jealous, can you?"

"You think I'm jealous of that douchebag? As if he can pleasure you like I can" his hands rest on the wall, at your sides.

"Arrogant much?" you huff and he leans closer to you twirling your hair around his fingers.

"No, I just know you, honey, I know what you're doing. Like you think that shithead could bother me?"

"Aaron asked me out on a second date I told him no but if you don't care then..." His jaw tightens and he gently tugs at your arm and a growl escapes his throat.

"I want you to tell that douchebag to clear off, you want the truth? I am fucking jealous and the thought of him near you drives me crazy alright"

Robin is out like a light on the sofa snoring loudly so he takes your hand and leads you into the bedroom.

It's risky, Robin could wake up at any time and you could be caught but that doesn't stop him from kissing you, hitching you up so your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you relentlessly against the wall.

You stifle your moans by burying your head into his shoulder, biting down on it. Waves of pleasure rock over you as he stills, a guttural groan issuing from him as he comes.

Breathing heavily he rests his forehead against yours.

"Tell him no please" he murmurs as he strokes your cheek.

"Why?" your heart is racing as you wait for his answer.

"Because I'm jealous and because you're mine"

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Something between you and Steve deepens after that night, your conversations last through the night, him lying in your bunk with you as the sun rises and you've both had no sleep but are smiling nonetheless.

Baking attempts with Robin that go awry as you attempt to make mega brownies and Cookies.

Movie nights where you fall asleep nestled into his chest after the credits roll and he and Robin continue talking.

The first time the two of you tried to have shower sex and it was so not how the movies showed it to be, though the two of you ended up breathless with laughter.

Listening with a smile on your face as he manages to communicate with Dustin via walkie talkie and his parting words melt your heart.

"Henderson? I miss you know" His eyes light up as Dustin says the same and you nearly tear up because their brotherly bond is so sweet.

Nights like tonight stick in your mind as you lay with him and Robin laughing at the names you make up for each star.

It's when Steve is grinning at Robin and his eyes catch yours, all soft and full of warmth that those three little words enter your head.

I love you. Stunned you get up, stumbling a bit, mind racing. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"You okay?" Robin asks you looking worried and you nod, faking a smile.

"Uh yeah, headache, think I need to lay down" you reassure her and Steve gets up.

"Do you want me to come with you?" you shake your head.

"Nah, stay out here with Robin. I'll be okay" You practically race inside and urge yourself to calm down.

Those three words were a timebomb, now that you knew how deep your feelings were you were screwed.

Why the hell did you have to fall in love with him when he could still love someone else? Would you ever compare to Nance in his eyes.

"It's always been you Nance" he told Nancy that, there was no use telling him how you felt because he wouldn't feel the same way you did.

It was a catch-22 because you didn't want to stop this thing you had with Steve but you didn't want to get your heart broken either.

What the hell were you going to do?

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Steve joining you in bed wakes you at around four am.

"You feeling better honey?" he asks you as he kisses your hair.

"Not really" you mumble and turn around so you can cuddle into his chest. His heartbeat speeds up and you peer up at him.

"Your hearts beating really fast" he chuckles as you say this.

"Hmm, Sure it has nothing to do with the beautiful girl in my arms" The words are lovely and to your horror tears pool in your eyes, shit you needed to get a grip.

"Hey, he soothes what's wrong?" you make something up, tell him it's just your head but you can tell he doesn't believe you, he does pull you back down to his chest.

"You can tell me anything sweetheart. Is something bothering you?" the tears keep coming.

"I'm falling in love with you" His breath hitches as the words spill out and now they are out you can't take them back.

"What?" you sit up your stomach sinking, he runs his hand through his hair and you wait for his response and wait.

"Jesus... Honey, I... We" he stops and starts and you look away as the tears keep falling.

"It's okay, you still love Nancy, I know. Maybe you should go, Steve. Maybe we should stop this...us" He startles, swallowing hard as he stares at you.

"Stop?" it causes you pain you've never felt in your life but you give a firm nod.

"I'm not Nance, I'll never be Nancy or compare to her and I can't keep breaking my heart hoping you might feel the same, whe you don't"

Robin comes in at that point, chatting excitedly about a meteor shower, she freezes as she sees your tears and the look on Steve's face.

"Robin can I bunk in with you tonight?" you ask her and she nods as you race into the room and cry out all the tears.

"What the hell is going on?" you hear her question Steve and you borrow under the covers blocking out their voices and letting the pain take over.

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It's quiet, too quiet as the three of you have breakfast. Robin keeps looking between you and Steve and you figure he filled her in on what was going on or maybe she already knew deep down.

You hate this, the tension. This should be fun for Robin, fun for you and Steve but now it's awkward.

Maybe things would be easier for Robin and Steve if you went home for a little while. Just until things blow over?

Until your heart stops feeling like it's been split in two. What can you do though? You can't force Steve to feel the same way, he doesn't and you have to accept that.

With that decision in mind your head to your room and use the phone to call your parents. Turns out they are on holiday with their friends but you figure you could crash at home for a few days.

"Honey, you should have called sooner you could have come with us," your mother tells you.

When the conversation is done you head back out to tell Steve and Robin. Steve isn't there when you go to the kitchen and Robin explains he's went to clear his head.

"Uh. I'm gonna head back home for a little while" Robin's eyes widen.

"What no!! You can't. We're like the three musketeers, we can't split up. I get why you and Steve didn't say anything about what was going on, though to be honest I'm kinda hurt you didn't"

"We should have. I'm sorry Robin. It was just all so confusing and happened so fast, I fell in love with Steve and it's just a mess" She rushes over to hug you tightly.

"He's the world's biggest dingus" You smile at her words, you know she doesn't mean them she's just upset.

"I'll be back before you know it, I promise you" She still looks sad but perks up a bit, you squeeze her arm and begin to pack your heart heavy.

❤️❤️

Steve returns from his walk and finds Robin looking upset, he feels guilty for not saying about his relationship with you and made sure to tell her everything last night.

It still doesn't stop him from feeling guilty for keeping secrets though, she is his best friend.

"She's going back to Hawkins just so you know," Robin tells him and she takes his hand.

Something cracks in Steve's chest or at least it sure feels like it.

"For good?" he can't imagine not seeing you, the thought makes him feel sick.

"No for a little while. I don't want her to go but maybe it will be good for her. Maybe she might meet a nice guy or something, we can become a foursome on the road"

Robin's words hit Steve hard and the thought of someone touching you, making love to you, calling you his tightens the knot in his stomach.

He's not stupid, he knows how he feels about you but he's scared of getting so close to someone again because he's fallen for you more than he ever did Nancy and it's terrifying.

"You love her don't you?" Robin squeezes his hand and he nods.

"Yeah, I do" she looks exasperated.

"Then stop being a big dingus and go tell her or you'll regret you never did" he swears and gets up.

"Do you think I don't want to? I do but I'm terrified okay? Terrified because I'm in love with her, way more than I've ever loved Nancy and you know how much I loved Nancy, I'm scared I'll just get my heart stomped on"

She softens. "So you'd risk losing the person you pretty much just admitted is the love of your life because you're scared? I get it love is terrifying at times but it's also beautiful and sometimes you just need to suck it up and grab life by the balls" She looks confused. "At least I think that's the saying"

He smiles as she pats his arm.

"Don't lose her because you're scared Steve" He takes a deep breath and then heads to the bedroom knocking on the door.

"Can we talk?" he asks as you stop packing, you agree and he sits beside you.

"I don't want things to be awkward Steve, maybe if I go away for a bit then when I come back we can go back to normal"

"Back to normal? Just friends you mean?" you confirm this and he shakes his head.

"No, I don't want you to go anywhere and I don't want us to be just friends" This stops you in your tracks.

"Steve" you begin to say but he cups your face tenderly with his hands.

"I love you, sweetheart, I love you too" Your lip wobbles and you choke out a sob.

"I'm not Nancy though, I know I'll never measure up to her" he scoffs and looks deep into your eyes.

"No, you're not Nance. You're the love of my life and what I feel for you is more, so much more than what I felt for Nance, she was my first love, yeah but I want you to be my last"

He's crying softly now too and you kiss him, and he's kissing you back gently, then he moves to kiss your forehead.

"Stay" he pleads and you nod throwing your arms around him. Robin peeks her head around the door.

"You're staying?" she asks hopeful and you tell her yes through tears. Happy tears.

"Thank god! Now come on I need help making the pancakes" Steve stands up gesturing for your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Come on, step to it lovebirds" Robin calls and you and Steve exchange grins as you head back into the kitchen to join her.

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Crossing the line | Part 8

“What do I wear, what do I wear, ROBIN WHAT DO I WEAR?! Do I wear this? Or—or this? He said he—”

“Steven Marlon Harrington if you do not put that sweater vest down this INSTANT I will burn it. I’ll open the window—”

“You can’t open the window it doesn’t open this high up, and that’s not my middle name.”

“I will BREAK open the window and set that highly flammable offense to the eyes on fire then throw it out of said window. Put it down.”

“But he said he liked the idea of the sweater vest! He got all ‘oh nooo’ when I said I wasn’t going to wear it!”

“You keep your kinky shit out of my first metal gig experience, Steven, you keep it far away from my metal gig experience.”

“You didn’t even want to GO! How is it KINKY?”

It was Tuesday, specifically 7:49pm Tuesday evening.

After their magical first meeting in that coffee shop, Steve had promised, hand on heart, that he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop before the gig. Something that Steve had balked at because he wanted an authentic coffee shop au experience dammit. But Eddie had put his foot down, claimed it’d be unfair.

Eddie wanted him to experience the gig, he wanted him to experience it, experience who Eddie actually was outside of the apron and the indie coffee shop aesthetics because they often softened a lot of the rough edges in people, he wanted this beautiful human with… an admittedly really nice voice shut up, to experience the real him, and then ask him out.

He didn’t get to spend days putting on the charm, making Eddie feel all whirly, only to rip it away at the gig when he realised he didn’t actually like the real Eddie Munson.

Steve didn’t think that was entirely necessary since he’d gotten a verbal beat down for an entire week from the guy, but he’d wasted zero time in purchasing those tickets anyway. Maybe he was pathetically down bad for a little wet cat, Steve would own it.

Eddie was an incredibly attractive little wet cat, he wore the wet cat look well.

“Cause he wants to see you in it, it’s gotta be a weird kink thing. Do not bring that energy to my metal gig. I will vomit.”

“What were you actually going to do if I scored with this guy and left us with a twin room at the Conrad? What would you have done?”

“Cried myself to sleep in the bathtub wearing earplugs. Maybe I’d have had a dish of chocolate covered strawberries in there with me, I dunno.”

“You’re so weird.” The words said with such fondness that she couldn’t help but turn her head toward her brother from another mother, her Sistah from another mistah, her twin separated at birth, and grin at him, all teeth and scrunched nose.

They were getting ready in the same room, no awkwardness, no weird vibes, they’d accidentally showered together before, shared a bubble bath in Steve’s ridiculous jet tub back at his apartment, their level of platonic soulmate was so far unmatched.

“You love me.” He did. He really really did. “Okay, okay, put that down. Maybe you can save the sweater vest for like… a date or something. Maybe the dinner you wanted to take him out on. Let’s see what we have here” She rounded the bed in naught but a cut off band tee crop top and a pair of fishnets over her underwear, having been doing her makeup before donning the ripped black pair of shorts she’d thrifted because there didn’t have to be a right order to do things in. “Right… this is a metal gig, and from what we know of Corroded Coffin, it’s not like… glam metal, we don’t need anything flashy, shit’s thrash metal, so like… ripped denim, belt chains, leather jackets, band Tees, guys don’t have to dress up for this shit. Pretty sure your wet rat will be wearing a dumb band tee and ripped jeans. The only thing you have to worry about, is overheating.”

“Overheating?” Gosh he was so unprepared, how was she more prepared for this? Hyper fixation maybe.

“Yeah, why do you think I’m wearing shorts, you’ll be sweating bullets in there, it’s a dive bar, Steve it’s not The Garden. It’s not open air, it’s dingy, the floor will be sticky, the alcohol will be trash, and there’ll be a mosh pit, it’s not going to be pretty. Have you got your plugs?”

Steve lifted a tiny metal tube up and wiggled it in his hand “Gottem”

“Good, make sure you put those in before the music starts, they’ll filter some of the harsher sounds, keep your migraines at bay.” Concussions did damage, and he’d had a few. Not just The Hemsworth Incident™️, he’d partied hard as a teen, lost a few fights, okay, he’d lost most fights.

Brain damage was a real issue with concussions apparently!

Migraines happened, he had little earplugs that didn’t block all noise, just filtered it a little to reduce the impact on his eardrums so he could still enjoy things. Sometimes they helped, sometimes they didn't, it wasnt perfect.

“Okay so… what should I wear? I can’t just wear the plugs, Robin, I know I’m trying to like… pull, but naked celebrity in a dive bar sounds a bit dangerous.”

“Alright smartass, those jeans, that band tee, skip the jacket, you’ll just wind up dying from heatstroke. Actually, gimmie that shirt.” Robin snagged the tee out of Steve’s hands as he held it up she took it over to the dresser where she’d left a little sewing kit she’d also picked up during their thrift shopping, grabbed the scissors and went to town on the damn thing. “You’re gonna sweat, so— accept that he’s gonna see you all gross and sweaty.”

“Nghhhh but—" He wanted to be flawless dammit! Turn on his charm. He couldn’t do that while sweaty and gross!!

“It’s fine, he’ll be all gross and sweaty too. Maybe he’ll even like the gross sweaty look, who knows, he seems like a weird ‘I like sweaty, hairy men’ kinda guy.”

“I thought you said he seemed like a 'moms’ basement dwelling virgin' kind of guy.”

“He’s a weird, wet scraggly cat with layers. He also seems like a ‘clap if you believe’ kind of guy too, but I can’t judge him on that cause—” and she clapped, he let out a brief snort of a laugh. “Okay, here” she threw the remnants of the shirt at him, now transformed into a sleeveless muscle tee, the sides cut to shit to reveal the expanse of mole-dotted golden tanned skin and soft muscle of his sides, the graphic on the front looking like a red hand holding a mallet of some kind, the name of the band too faded to make out. “Wear that, the ripped jeans, and those combat boots.”

“…Just this?”

“Yes, I’ll finish it off with some kohl after I’m done, okay?” Steve raised a single brow at her, but he didn’t argue. He’d long since given up arguing with Robin about how eyeliner made his eyes ‘pop’, it… actually did, so he’d accept it. So when she finally finished dressing and accessorising herself, she completed his look for him too, mussing his hair a little in a way that only she was allowed to do, a little smudged eyeliner, a brush of mascara, and he was good to go.

“Well?” Steve asked, standing straight for Robin’s assessing gaze.

She smiled, like a shark sensing blood in the water, she was pleased with her work. “Oh Stevie Stevie Stevie, trust me, he’s not gonna know what hit him.”

God he hoped she was right.

Part 10

#PirateWrites #Crossing The Line #Ficlet #AND WE'RE BACK

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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making a wish for soft comfort smut with pining bestfriend! Eddie after you guys have a fight bc he thinks you don’t notice all the ways he tries to make things extra special for you and it’s going over your head bc your love language is physical touch (you think if he likes you, he’d make an obvious move but meanwhile he’s afraid to do anything physical that might cross a boundary, making *you* think he’s physically repulsed or something).

AN | Okay, how about some fight and kiss and make up? 🥰 (sidenote - my brain didn’t read smut so there’s none here 🥺 sorry bbs!)

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hey babes,” you let yourself into Steve’s house, a huge grin on your face and a box of cupcakes in your free hand, attempting a small wave. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie were sitting in the living room, surrounded by snacks as they watched some random movie. It was Robin’s week to pick so naturally it was some quirky, offbeat film you’d never heard of.

“About time,” Steve teased as you kicked your shoes off and bounded over. You could feel the familiar set of brown eyes watching your every move intently, waiting to say something. You swallowed thickly and pointedly didn’t look in his direction, “only half an hour late!”

“I come bearing gifts,” you sang as you set the box of baked treats down on the table, “in the form of sweets - everyone’s favorite flavors. That’s right - you don’t need to tell me I’m the best, I already know how much you all love me!”

“I forgive you,” Robin tore into the box as you took your customary spot between her and Eddie. You finally allowed yourself to look at your best friend, giving him a soft smile. His expression softened before he offered you a dopey little half smile in return, “what took you so long?”

“Well,” you looked between your group of friends, your heart fluttering when you felt Eddie angle his body towards yours. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body; his delicious smell of cologne, detergent and cigarettes working to overwhelm your senses. Part of you wished he wasn’t there; you weren’t sure what his reaction to your news would be, but - no. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because as far as you knew Eddie Munson only saw you as a friend. This was just another step in your attempts to get over him and accept that you’d never have anything other than friendship with you, “I was at the bakery, as one does before movie night, and I ran into Michael Taylor. Andddd…we got to talking and he asked me out!”

“Ohh,” Nancy grinned as she leaned over and high-fived you, “he’s cute. And really nice too if I remember correctly.”

Steve and Robin exchanged a nervous little glance before peeking at Eddie. Meanwhile the man in question was staring at you so intently it was amazing that you didn’t catch fire. Steve tried to clear things up and prevent any further awkwardness, “but did you say yes? Surely you didn’t?”

“Yeah,” oh no. You noticed the silent communication between Robin and Steve and then Eddie’s complete silence hit you. Your face warmed up as you waved a hand awkwardly, “I…I ugh….I figured there was no reason not to, you know? It’s been a long time since anyone’s asked me out and he seems nice enough so I said yes. I-it’s just dinner and a-a movie.”

“Are you serious?” he finally spoke up and fuck. His voice was strained and you couldn’t help but turn to him. His brows were furrowed, lips drawn into a deep frown, with an unreadable expression on his handsome face as he shook his head, “Michael Taylor? Really? Are you fucking for real?”

“Eddie-”

“You’re really going out with him?” his voice cracked and he could feel tears prickling at the back of his eyes. He swore he could feel his heart actually break at the realization that you were going out with another man, “why? Absolutely not.”

“What do you mean why?” it suddenly felt like it was only the two of you in the room, “there’s no reason not to! You can’t just…you can’t just act like that. You can’t tell me who I can’t and can go out with, Eddie! You…why are you being like this? I haven’t done anything to deserve you acting like this. You’re my friend, you’re supposed to…I don’t know, support me?”

“You don’t get it do you?” he blinked rapidly, trying to keep his tears at bay as you looked at him with those big, innocent doe eyes. He scrubbed a hand over his face, “you don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get? Enlighten me.”

“I…everything I do, I do for you,” the words he’d wanted to say for so long were suddenly out there, lying between the two of you. Your lips trembled with effort as you tried not to cry, “you are everything to me! But you just don’t get it, do you? I have done everything I could think of but it’s just…you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter. Obviously.”

“Eddie, wait,” he’d jumped up and stormed past Robin, Steve, and a bewildered Nancy as he headed for the door. You jumped up and tried to go after him, but you weren’t able to get to him in time. He was already out the door, slamming it shut behind him as he almost ran to his van. You’d stopped, hand on the doorknob as you listened to him start his van before peeling off.

A tear ran down your cheek as you let out a small sigh. When you turned around, you caught everyone staring at you with various degrees of worry on their faces. You threw your hands up in exasperation, silent as you tried to process what had just happened. He’d just seriously freaked out and for what?

“Did you…did you really not know?” Robin’s voice was tender as she held out her arm and wrapped into her side. You couldn’t help the small sob that escaped you as you burrowed into her warmth, “you didn’t know he’s in love with you?”

“Rob,” Steve raised an eyebrow as he gently shook his head. He wasn’t sure if this was the time or place to have this discussion. He just knew that two of his closest friends were hurting and that broke his own heart, empath that he was.

“What on earth do you mean?” you looked at her with teary eyes and she pressed a kiss to the side of your head before hugging you tighter, “Eddie’s…”

“In love with you. Yeah,” she nodded with a small smile gracing her pretty features, “it’s kind of…obvious. I guess to everyone else. We thought you knew.”

“I don’t…” your mind was reeling as you thought about him. Eddie Munson, your sweet, kind, loving, amazing best friend. But he was just…oh. Oh. That’s when it hit you; Eddie had never just been your best friend. He’s always been so much more, “I never realized. I’m a fuckin’ fool. How could I…not. I don’t…fuck.”

“Sometimes you’re really smart and other times you’re so dumb,” Steve was smiling at you lightly, but he quickly ducked as you threw a pillow at him.

“Sounds like someone else we know,” you stuck your tongue out at him. After allowing yourself a moment to breathe you looked at your friends, “do you guys really think so? Like positively?”

“We know,” Robin promised, “babe, he’s practically told us. And it’s so obvious isn’t it? Who else would react like that if not a man in love thinking his heart is getting broken?”

“I gotta go,” you jumped up and almost kneed Robin in the face in your rush, “I-I have to talk to him or something. I can’t just leave it like this. I’d never forgive myself.”

“Go get your man!” Nancy cheered as Robin and Steve exchanged a high-five. You were about to make a huge fool out of yourself, or you were going to make the best decision of your life.

But for Eddie Munson, it was all worth it.

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By the time you figured out what and how you were going to say what you needed to say, it was late into the evening. But you knew that Eddie would be up and you couldn’t not go. It was now or never and after all this time of back and forth, cat and mouse, it was time to put it all out there. You’d always kept your heart guarded but you were willing to put it on the line and give it to Eddie to break. You just hoped he wouldn’t.

The nervous energy that seemed to follow you was palpable as you bounced up the stairs to the porch of the trailer, knocking on the door loudly. You’d made sure Wayne was gone before you made a huge ruckus, but saw Eddie’s trusty old van, which you hoped was a good sign. But after a few minutes of knocking and anxiously waiting, the door never opened but you were positive you could hear some noise coming from inside but the door went unanswered.

After knocking again, you were still left out in the dark and grew worried and annoyed. You knew that there was no way he didn’t hear you. Grabbing your keychain, you quickly found the key to his trailer and unlocked the door without hesitating.

You walked inside and heard music coming from his bedroom - loud, but not loud enough for him not to hear you. You were about to pad the way to his room, but when you stepped inside, you heard a small yelp of surprise. You found yourself staring at Eddie, who had a bewildered expression on his tired face, “what? How? Why? How did you get in?”

“I had my key. Look, Eddie, we need to talk-”

“We?”

“Fine,” you inhaled deeply before staring at your feet, trying to gather up the courage to pour out all of the feelings you had for this silly, crazy man, “I…shit. This was easier in my mind. Like I had this all planned out and my mind’s just gone blank. Eddie Munson, you are my best friend-”

“I’m aware,” he crossed his arms over his chest, a hurt look on his features, “you made that very clear. I’m just your best friend.”

“Fuck - no,” you allowed yourself to look into his soft brown eyes, “you’re everything to me. You always have been and always will be. I just…I never thought you’d like me that. I thought I was in love with you and you never noticed.”

“How could you ever think that?” he let out a small huff, “I’ve tried to make it so obvious, you know? I thought you knew. It seems like everyone knows.”

“No,” you shook your head, blinking back tears with a meek smile, “I just…I feel like you’re so affectionate with other people and you almost never touch me. I like being touched and I dunno, I guess that’s just how I express affection? And you’re not like that with me. So I just figured like you didn’t want me or thought I was…repulsive or something. I dunno, it sounds so fucking stupid out loud.”

“I just - I never wanted to cross any boundaries,” he confessed, his shoulder up in a shy way as he tried to shrug it off.

“But that’s how you are with the others…”

“Yeah,” he nodded before swallowing the lump in his throat, “but I’m not in love with them, am I?”

“I mean the way you and Steve are sometimes, one wonders,” you teased and a small smile and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, I’m not in love with him, and honestly with you….I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself once I touched you,” his face turned red as your face flushed with warmth at his little confession, “do you have any clue how hard it was to stop myself from doing anything but an occasional hug? Even then, I just wanted to…touch you. Every part of you.”

“Oh,” your mouth formed into a small pout as you tried to process what he had said. His face fell and his heart raged in his chest when he saw your expressions.

“Oh?” he grimaced as you looked at him with an intense stare, “t-that doesn’t sound good. I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cross any lines or make you uncomfortable.”

“You want to touch me?” your voice was small, so small, but the innocent quality your eyes took on was enough to make him relax.

“Yes, fuck yes angel,” he admitted, “I’ve wanted to for so long. All those times you’ve brushed against me or during movie nights, it would take everything in me not to just grab you and…touch you.”

“So you don’t think I’m horrid?”

“Fuck no,” he grinned that toothy, dimpled, magical smile that made you weak, “the opposite. You’re divine and ethereal.”

“I feel so stupid,” you hung your head, cursing yourself for all time you could have already had him, “all this time. I never thought it’d be me.”

“It’s never been anyone but you,” he confirmed and butterflies exploded in your tummy, “and it never will be. Besides, do you really think I’d give my best and most prized shirts to just anyone? Or my lucky guitar pick?”

“No,” your hand instinctively went to your necklace as you touched the delicate chain holding the pick in question. You’d never taken it off since he’d given it to you, “you wouldn’t. Eddie.”

“Don’t go out with Michael,” his eyes searched yours, brilliant warm brown and gentle, “please. It’ll break my fuckin’ heart, baby.”

“I won’t,” tears, a mixture of excitement, nerves and nothing but love for him pearled up and ran down your cheeks as you laughed lightly. Eddie held up a tentative, shaky hand, waiting for a moment before he reached over and wiped away the tears, “I won’t.”

“Will you go out with me?” He sounded so hopeful and so anxious at the same time. As if you would ever say no to him. This was everything you had wanted since you’d met, “like on a real date? I-I wanna take you out. If you want to, that is. I want to do this right.”

“Yes,” you breathed happily, “that’s all I’ve ever wanted, Eddie Munson.”

“Really?” oh. You were soft for this man and so in love. So much, in fact, that it physically made your heart ache sometimes.

“Fuck yes,” you echoed his words from earlier.

“Can I kiss you?” fucking finally. You both were giggly, chaotic bundles of nerves; all you could do was nod at him before you both stepped towards each other. He put his large, warm hands on your arms, dragging them lazily up until he was tenderly holding your face in his hands, “you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

“So are you,” you grinned and he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you like he had always wanted to. He practically melted as soon as his lips brushed yours; this was everything and more than he had ever dreamed over imagined. His brain and his whole body were reeling into sensory overload as he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe, “Eddie that was…wow.”

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as he pressed chaste kisses to your cheeks, forehead and nose, “how are you so perfect? You can’t be real.”

“Shut up,” you pressed your forehead against his, and he could feel you smiling against his lips, “and please kiss me more.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” he promised, “I’ll kiss you forever, angel.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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ryangosking · 2 years

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Boobies

Summary- Things change between you and Steve when he accidentally walks in on you half naked. Fluff/smut, friends to lovers.

Warnings- 18+ for sexual content. Lil' bit of thigh riding, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, swearing.

"Steeeeve!" You screech, your arms automatically covering your naked chest.

"Oh shit." He mumbles, holding onto the half open door, still staring.

"STEVE!" You yell.

"God, sorry!" He finally turns his back. "Your mom said it was OK to come up."

"Well it wasn't! I'll meet you in the car." You tell him, shortly.

"Yeah, sure, OK." He stutters, flustered, closing the door.

You're actually MORTIFIED, your friend Steve seeing you half naked like that. Hastily pulling on your bra and shirt, your whole body feels like it's on fire with embarrassment. Not only was Steve your friend, you'd had a crush on him for years. It had been bad enough recently, having to listen to him bemoan his love life - after Nancy he'd gone aimlessly from girl to girl, looking for something you knew you could give him. And now he'd be comparing you to all the others, the discarded ones. Dammit.

Steve sat in the car, in shock. He kept replaying the scene as he waited for you, how soft you looked and .... touchable. It wasn't as if he'd never seen boobs before, he'd seen LOTS of boobs, all shapes and sizes. But these were different, they were attached to you, his kind and funny friend, who patiently listened to his romantic woes after yet another date crashed and burned. He had actually come close to asking you out a few times over the years, always backing out at the last minute, convinced it would ruin your friendship. That you knew him too well to like him like THAT.

But now, all Steve could think about was touching you, filling his hands and mouth with your pliable flesh....his cock twitches in his jeans and he jumps as you throw yourself into the passenger seat, red faced.

"Let's go." You murmur, looking straight ahead.

A couple of days later you're at Family Video, picking something to watch with your mom. You had exploded at her for letting Steve in that day, and now you had calmed down, were at pains to make it up to her.

"What's the deal with you and Steve?" Robin whispers urgently, suddenly appearing next to you.

"What?" You swallow, picking up a random movie and pretending to study the back of the case. "What do you mean?"

"You're barely speaking. It was the same the other night, at the movies." She hisses, going through the motions of straightening the shelf.

"We were watching the movie." You shrug, picking up something starring Richard Gere- a guaranteed mother pleaser.

"And afterwards, when we went for ice cream, it was like you were scared to look at each other or something." Robin continues.

Yeah, you had to admit, it had been awkward. Usually you and Steve would sit together, sharing snacks and making comments about the film, but you had positioned yourself so that Robin was between you. It can't have been much fun for her.

You sigh and turn to her. "He walked in on me getting changed, when he was picking me up to go to the movies."

Robin laughs, causing Steve to look over, frowning, from the counter.

"Robin!"

"Sorry but, it all becomes clear now." She chuckles.

"It does?" You're lost.

"Exactly how much did he see?" She probes, looking disconcertingly delighted.

You gesture vaguely to your chest and Robin nods.

"I get it. Dumbstruck by your tatas."

"Tatas, Robin? Seriously?"

"Maybe he liked what he saw." She says slyly.

"What?"

"He's probably just thinking about getting his hands on them."

"My....tatas? " You swallow, glancing over at Steve. He's leaning over the counter, chatting with a pretty girl and she's laughing at one of his stupid jokes. Jealousy twists in your gut like so many times before.

"Yeah, I mean he's obviously got a thing for you." Robin says, matter of factly.

"No." You scoff, your face burning. "As if!"

"It's true. That's why he's so jealous of your crush on Michael J Fox."

"Really?" You cast your mind back to all the times you had a tiny inkling that there might be the remotest chance in hell that Steve had feelings for you and you had dismissed it. Sometimes you caught him looking at you but you had thought he was just spacing, off in Harrington world. Could it be TRUE ?!

"And I've seen you looking at his butt." Robin says, winking conspiratorially.

"I'll go for this." You announce, handing over the Richard Gere movie. "My mom's bound to love it."

"Nice subject change." Robin deadpans, rolling her eyes.

The next weekend, Steve invites you over to his house for a movie night, his parents are gone as usual so he has the place to himself. Robin is also invited but she can't make it, (subtle!) off doing her own thing with Vickie.

Since your conversation with Robin you had noticed Steve looking at you more often, looking away and blushing when he's caught. It makes your heart (and everything else) ache.

On Friday evening he picks you up from the library and you swing by Family Video for snacks and a couple of free rentals. Just being near him makes your heart beat faster now, you can feel something has changed between you.

Now you're in the Harrington's den, curled up on the luxurious sofa while Steve sits in an armchair next to you. He's wearing one of your favourite shirts, a striped polo - it hugs his biceps just right, and shows off his delectable neck. Every time you glance over you have to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to calm the throbbing in your cunt.

"I can't believe you made me watch Teen Wolf again." He sighs, as the credits roll.

"You know how I feel about MJF." You say, lightly, reaching to the coffee table for the popcorn.

"I don't even know why you like him." Steve grumbles. "He's so short, you're probably taller than him."

"He's cute." You shrug, smiling to yourself. "Now it's your turn. Please not Fast Times again!"

Steve produces a tape from behind the armchair. "Ta da! Fright Night!" He announces, raising his eyebrows.

"Steve, you know I don't do horror. I get nightmares." You remind him, clutching a cushion.

"It'll be fine. It's a comedy. The guy just HAPPENS to be a vampire." He says, crouching next to the tape player.

"OK." You murmur, unsure.

"If you get scared you can come and sit on my lap, ok?" He chuckles, glancing at you.

The offer hangs in the air for a minute, and you're not sure if he's really joking.

"Deal." You reply, softly.

Thankfully, the movie IS funny, which takes your mind off the more gory parts.

Steve grins at you when you laugh. "See, not scary."

It's almost like old times, except you're constantly thinking of ways to get closer to him. Should you pretend to be scared so he'll comfort you? Jesus, what have you become??

When the inevitable sex scene comes up, you watch with interest as Steve shifts in his seat and clears his throat, red faced.

The well-endowed woman on-screen takes her top off and he scoffs, flustered. "They're fake."

He flicks a look at your chest and swallows. Oh.

"Hey Steve," You say playfully, feeling bold. "My face is up here."

Steve stiffens in his seat, blinking. "Oh God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's OK." You say softly. "Are her's nicer than mine?"

He almost chokes on his popcorn. "What?"

"You heard me." You smile, untucking your shirt from your denim skirt. "Would you like a closer look? For comparisons sake?"

Steve's mouth falls open slightly as he stares at you. "Seriously?"

You nod and pat the space on the couch next to you, your tummy doing somersaults of anticipation. "Come here."

He almost trips as he rounds the coffee table, and then pauses. "Wait, is this a prank? Is this something you and Robin cooked up? Is she behind the couch, right now?"

"No Steve." You laugh. "It's not a prank."

"Just checking." He sits down, eyes fixed on your hands as you unbutton your shirt, revealing the bra beneath.

Feeling more and more brazen, you open your shirt, letting it slip off your shoulder. "Well, are mine nicer?"

He tilts his head and then nods. "Yep." He croaks. "They're....nicer."

"You can touch me if you want."

Tentatively he places his hand on your breast and squeezes gently, making a noise in the back of his throat. "Fuck."

It feels so good to have his hand on you, the heat of his palm searing through the lacy material. You lean forward to kiss him and he suddenly leans back, a panicked expression on his face.

"No no no! Not again Harrington." He mumbles, jumping up. He starts pacing the room.

Shame and embarrassment bloom in your guts, and you draw your shirt back over your chest, folding your arms.

"What are you doing?" Steve asks, running a hand through his hair.

"I thought it's what you wanted." You say quietly, not looking at him.

"It is, believe me. It took all my strength not to just dive on top of you just now." He swallows.

"Well then?" You ask, plaintively.

"Do you really think it's a good idea? If we do...something, it'll change everything."

"It's already changed, Steve. I'm tired of just being your friend." You blurt. SHIIIIT.

"Really?" He asks, eyebrows knitted together. "I thought, well, you think I'm an idiot, right?"

"So? That's why I...." You sigh. May as well come clean all the way. "Remember, a couple of summers ago when I was a counsellor at that dumb camp?"

Steve chuckles coldly and folds his arms. "Oh yeah."

"I lost my virginity to that dickhead swimming instructor Adam? It was horrible."

"Ha!" He crows. "I knew it!"

"Yeah, I may have lied when I told you about it. It wasn't good or romantic, actually it hurt. But least it was mercifully brief." You admit.

"He hurt you?" Steve says, anger flashing in his dark eyes.

"Not intentionally. He just didn't care." You shrug. "And all I could think about was you. How I had wanted you to be my first."

In fact you had cried off activities for the rest of the day citing a stomach upset, and stayed in bed feeling sorry for yourself. You knew you were just another notch on Adam's bedpost, but part of you had just wanted to get your first time over with. Still, you couldn't help thinking about Steve, imagining for the thousandth time how it would have been with him.

When you returned to Hawkins, you made up a romantic midnight lakeside liaison, making Adam sound like an expert in the art of virginity taking. The reality of an uncomfortable bunk bed and thoughtless execution stayed with you. Steve had grinned and given you a high-five.

"Oh." His face softens and he sits next to you again. "Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"Because its embarrassing. You were so caught up with Nancy...." You trail off, helplessly.

"Honestly, when you told me about that asshole I was jealous." Steve says, half smiling at the memory.

"You were?"

"I'd always thought I'd be your first too. You deserve to be fuc- I mean - treated - right." He reaches over and moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

"So what now?" You ask, heart hammering at his closeness.

Steve touches your face and kisses you gently, his other hand sliding under your shirt. "Do you still want to?" He murmurs.

You nod, already drunk from his touch. "Yeah."

You're on Steve's lap, thighs splayed over his, skirt rucked up over your hips. His hand is between your legs and he's rubbing your pussy through your panties, the thin material growing damper by the second.

"I can't believe this is happening." Steve murmurs, kissing your neck.

"Me neither." You gasp, squirming against his fingers as you pull his shirt over his head.

You run your hands over him, stroking his chest and arms, dropping kisses onto his shoulders. You've thought about this so many times, late at night when you couldn't sleep, touching yourself and wishing it was Steve.

Suddenly he takes his hand away from your aching cunt and you want to cry, you need more, you need to be full of him.

He removes your bra so stealthily you almost don't notice, pushing your breasts together and kissing them. When he takes a nipple into his mouth you start grinding on his leg, desperate for some relief.

Steve takes the hint and returns a hand to your pussy, fingers inside your panties now, thumbing your swollen clit.

"Did Adam make you feel like this?" He asks, lowly, sliding two fingers into you. "Make you this wet?"

"No." You whimper, as he curls his fingers. "Fuck, Steve!"

He chuckles, dirtily. "Are you ready for my cock? Because I'm about to burst here."

You undo his belt and let down his zipper, Steve sighs with relief and takes his cock out. Your mouth starts to water at the sight of it, so hard and leaking at the tip. Tentatively you touch him, stroking the length and swiping your thumb over the head.

Steve shifts you on his lap, pulling your panties down impatiently, his eyes almost black with desire. You kiss him softly, feeling such tenderness towards him, wanting to give him everything.

He lines his cock up at your entrance, and moves into you slowly, groaning as your velvety walls hug him. While you appreciate his gentleness, at this point you just want him to fuck your brains out.

"Steve, I'm not a virgin, you don't have to be so- aaahhh!" You mouth drops open as he snaps his hips and fucks up into you, filling you with one thrust.

"You OK?" He gasps.

"Yeah....feels good." You swallow, gripping his shoulder for leverage.

He slides his hand into your hair and pulls you down for a kiss as he moves inside you. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips to meet his thrusts, placing a hand on his sweaty chest.

This was worlds away from what had transpired with Adam, you're not even sure that was sex. There was only his smug expression afterwards and the blood on the bunk bed blanket that was testament to what had occurred that afternoon.

"Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?" Steve gasps, flush-faced, hands on your hips.

"Because you're an idiot." You sigh affectionately, stroking his hair and kissing him.

He bends his head to nuzzle at your breasts again, and you feel the first spark of an orgasm in your belly.

"Steve." You whine, your hand moving down to rub your clit. He brushes your hand away and takes over, his fingers moving in tight circles.

"Yeah thats it." He breathes. "Cum on my cock sweetheart."

You bury your face in his shoulder as your orgasm rolls through you, holding onto him and moaning against his hot neck.

"Aw fuuuck ..." Steve groans, and you feel him stiffen and throb deep inside your cunt.

You don't want to move. You don't want it to be over yet.

Steve lets out a breathless chuckle, you feel it rumbling through his chest.

"What?" You murmur, exhausted all of a sudden. You could fall asleep right here.

"We forgot about the movie."

You turn your head and see the tape has ejected itself from the player, the TV screen blank.

"Oops."

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington smut

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

It gets less strange, as time goes by. Eddie doesn’t make any kind of noise about him moving out at some point, and neither do Steve and Robin. Turns out they don't need to store any bodily fluids in the fridge, and in fact if Steve didn't know better, he wouldn't be able to tell that Eddie's drinking blood at all. Steve assumes he's getting animal blood from somewhere on a regular basis, but as far as either Steve or Robin can tell, he never takes it inside the apartment.

Anyway, it turns out Eddie can still technically eat human food, but about half of it tends to come back up afterwards. They’re still figuring out what works and what doesn’t. Robin made a little chart with smiley-face and frowny-face stickers, which Eddie has been gleefully filling out. He’s drawn little fangs onto the stickers with a Sharpie.

That’s another thing: to Steve’s mild surprise, Eddie and Robin have been getting along like a house on fire.

“I really wish I’d known him in high school,” says Robin, slicing bell peppers for dinner. “I think it would’ve made Hawkins a lot more bearable.”

Steve doesn’t really remember Eddie at all from school, which is probably a really good thing.

He can’t imagine the guy he was back then being this obsessed with Eddie. Well, no, that’s not true. He can imagine it, but he’d have been such a jackass about it. Probably would’ve fucked a few girls about it. Maybe would’ve even bullied Eddie about it.

“Did you come out to him yet?” Steve asks Robin.

Robin leans all the way out the kitchen door, practically horizontal. Steve grabs the back of her belt so she doesn’t overbalance. “Hey! Hey, Eddie!” she yells.

“What, Buckley!” he yells back.

“I’m gay!”

“Cool, me too!”

She lets Steve’s grip swing her back in, grinning. “Your turn, dingus.”

Steve’s going to. He is. The longer he waits, the more awkward it gets. He’s got nothing to lose. He—

Robin takes him by the shoulders, spins him around, and pushes him out into the living room.

“Uh,” he says. “I’m—bisexual.”

Eddie actually does, like, a full-body twitch; his eyebrows climb practically to his hairline for a second, and he sets down his book.

“I’m…very proud of you? Thank you for telling me?”

“Why are you being weirder about me than Robin,” says Steve, annoyed.

“Because you’re being weirder about it than Robin was! I don’t know, I don’t have a lot of practice with, uh, this. Also, Robin was a band geek who dressed like Annie Hall, and you were—popular.” He draws out popular like it’s got three key changes in it, waving his hands in the air.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve huffs. “Sorry I wasn’t, like, alternative enough to be a real queer.”

“No, c’mon, Steve, I didn’t mean it like that. I accept you! Buckley, get in here and accept Steve with me.”

“Ste-eve Harrington,” Robin sings out, wandering out of the kitchen to wrap her arms around Steve’s waist. “We accept you and your beautiful bisexual soul.”

“Thanks,” says Steve dryly.

Eddie points at him. “Feel accepted.”

“I feel accepted,” Steve says; daring, he holds out an arm, and Eddie hops up to let Steve pull him into the hug too.

“Good,” says Eddie into Steve’s shoulder. “You should be.”

#steddie #fic: wait for the season to come back to me #I'd been slogging through angst and complaining about it #and today I was like. but what if I didn't tho.#what if I just wrote about the vaguely weird coming-out you do when you spend most of your time in queernormative spaces #and you already kind of know about the other person even if nothing's been officially confirmed #I've literally said 'samesies' to a coming-out bc I'm the woooorst #the other day a straight friend asked me 'when did you come out'#and I was like...this morning. yesterday. last year. twenty years ago.#also I feel I have been focusing too much on the pathos of this story and not enough on vampire shenanigans #I'm making the executive decision not to care about tonal shifts

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innocent-cat · 10 months

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Hello! if you're still taking request could it be a crossover headcanons of vox machina x mha, were there member is like shoto todoroki or vox machina x one piece were there member is like nico robin. Which one do you prefer? Its okay for me.

Hiii! I'd be more than willing to write a "fire/ice curse" headcannon ;)

Vox Machina x Reader Head Canons

Warnings - none?

"Cold shoulder.", Vox Machina x Reader

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Okay, so the entire team has their own negatives that everyone seems to like.. make a good thing and use it to their advantage?

Obviously, for plot reasons, you have Shoto's family trauma too.

They have NEVER seen your ice/fire curse as something to be looked down upon, but they never really tried to convince you it isn't.

I feel like they'd be too awkward about it knowing the background LMFAO

Because of this, you just kind of thought they were equally as ashamed of you as you were with yourself.

It's some powerful magic shit so they try to tell you to be careful about it, you took it the wrong way

You eventually end up talking to Keyleth about it, and she started squabbling about it to you nervously because she thought she offended you

In all actuality, they all love you and enjoy your company.

They think its cool when you do ice tricks.

It obviously took you a while to warm up to them with fire magic, and its always nice to have around winter.

Pike specifically asks you to warm a lot of stuff up for her, since you figured out how to just make your hands warm.

Usually things like socks, blankets, food, drinks, or for you to boil water in the middle of no where.

It's always a funny conversation to have with her.

"Heyyy.. uhmmm... You mind-"

You take the item and already start heating your hands up.

"No. No I do not."

You love being helpful to them ˙◠˙

Percy likes to bring you to his little workshop and make you his assistant, he finds its much easier to make weaponry or contraptions with someone who can help him bend metal.

"Hands?"

You stick your hands out, and he places a long, thin, spiral of metal on them.

"Thank you." You hum. in response to him.

Percy is so thankful to you out of all of them. He says thank you for every little thing.

if you feeling a little romantical about himm... he says thank you when you hold his hand in the cold or his face in the cold #cuties

BUT ANYWAY

Grog doesn't get it.

I mean, if I was him, I wouldn't either.

With all honesty, he's just worried for you.

At one point you overheard a conversation with him and Pike.

"Are they okay Pikey??? They just lit on fire and shot ice at the same time..˙◠˙"

"Yes, Grog, thats just they're magic.."

(At that point, Pike tried explaining it 13 times to him, and it was 4am)

Vex and Vax are utterly ridiculous about it.

Least petty twin siblings, honestly.

Vex asked you to light her arrow on fire so she could shoot Vax's coat 'accidentally' and burn it.

To be fair, in her defense, he asked you to freeze her gold chest lock so he could steal from her..

At one point, when you were still learning, You froze one of Keyleth's plants, and she got a brain freeze for a solid 15 seconds.

"Oh my GOSH! Keyleth I am so sorry oh my gosh.."

"No-no.. its okayy.. he was almost dead anyway.."

She said, holding her head, groaning from the severe brain freeze she suddenly got.

Req pt 2 if this gets popular, but add who u want more of ;)

#percy de rolo #x reader #vox machina #fluff #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #the legends of vox machina #keyleth of the air ashari #vex'ahlia x reader #vex and vax #vax #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #xreader #grog strongjaw #pike trickfoot #pike x reader

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 9

This is the last of the grim!dark chapters. The healing starts here. TW: mention of attempted rape, mention of violence, homophobic slurs.

Wherein I combine Billy Hargrove and demobat wounds.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

They went for coffee at the same shop from before. Eddie with his black coffee, Steve with his caramel macchiato.

They sat down at one of the tables and stared at their drinks for a few awkward moments.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” Steve murmured, his hands clasped under the table on his lap. “I hate it when it gets that bad. I have no control over my body. And at least with the seizures I know what causes those and can avoid the triggers. But the panic attacks can be triggered by such small things. I–I’m sorry.” He looked up him. “Robin said you had to go to the hospital, I hit you so hard?”

Eddie let out a slow breath. “Yeah. You dislocated my jaw.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Steve muttered, his hands flailing in distress. “I’ll pay for the cost of the visit. I don’t care if it’s been years. I’ll beg for the money from my mom if I have to. I’m so so sorry.”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s hands and held them tightly. “Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s okay.”

Steve shook his head.

Eddie began to rub circles into Steve’s wrists with his thumbs. “I need you take a deep breath for me. You’re starting to hyperventilate.”

Steve gasped, taking in air.

“There we go,” Eddie continued. “Now hold it for a moment and then let it out slow.”

He did as Eddie instructed and after a few tense minutes, he was breathing normally.

“Sorry about that,” Steve murmured, picking at the top of his cup. “But I’m serious about the money though. You shouldn’t have had to pay for that.”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I was still on my uncle’s VA insurance at the time, I didn’t have to pay a cent.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked softly, looking up at him. “I still have some money left over from the hate crime reparations.”

“No, man,” Eddie said gently. “That’s yours, you keep that. You want to tell me what happened?”

Steve took a sip of his drink and then nodded. “This guy, Billy Hargrove had just transferred from California. Big, tough guy. Wanted everything he had out in Cali without having to earn it here. Started throwing his weight around.”

Eddie nodded. “I remember him. Real asshole.”

“After school one day,” Steve continued, “I caught him and couple other jocks pushing Robin around. Calling her a fag and telling her that all she needed was a good fucking from a real man and she’d be cured right quick.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he leaned forward in shock. “They were going to rape her?”

Steve shrugged. “I have no idea if they were only talking shit, but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.”

“Yeah, no,” Eddie agreed. “Good on you, man.”

“So I decked the ringleader,” Steve said. “Hauled off and hit Billy square in the face.”

“Score one for the little guys,” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve laughed bitterly. “Too bad the score ended up one hundred to one.”

Eddie let go of Steve’s hands to take a sip of his coffee. “Did his friends jump you?”

Steve nodded. “One of them had a rope with them, more evidence that they were planning to do something to Robin,” he said wincing at the memory. “They wrapped it around my neck and tied it to back of Billy’s motorcycle. He got about fifteen feet before a teacher spotted him. He cut the rope with a pocket knife and gunned it out of there. Leaving his friends to deal with the aftermath.”

Eddie shook his head. “Should have pegged him for being a coward. Most bullies are.”

“The thing is,” Steve said, voice strained, “I thought I was bisexual until the news painted me as gay. Gay fits the poor, picked on teen better than a bisexual does or whatever. I thought I liked both, but the more the media talked about how gay I was that I started thinking about it seriously for the first time and realized that they were right.”

Eddie took one of his hands again. “I’m sorry you went through all that. I’m even sorrier I didn’t know.”

Steve nodded.

“Let me make it up to you,” Eddie said softly.

Steve let out a surprised laugh. “That’s my line!”

Eddie grinned, giving his hand a squeeze. “Looks like we both have a lot of things to make up for.”

Steve squeezed Eddie’s hand back. “I’m willing to call it even, if you are.”

Eddie’s grin softened to a sweet smile. “I’d like that.”

Eddie looked at the call sheet for the songs they were going to play at the Queen’s Crown and tapped the pen to his lips. He loved the finale. The Jester and the King was the best song to go out on. It was raw and it was emotional and it was all a lie.

The King wasn’t cruel. He was broken and hurt. He was sad and lonely. The jester had failed to notice that King had grown tired and worn. Willing to replace his crown of gold and jewels for a crown of thorns and thistles.

Thorns and Thistles...that had potential.

Hear the wind as it whistles... You traded your crown for thorns and thistles... Your once valiant sword broken The life you held so dear taken From you, my dear Those you loved now turn in fear

Yes. That’s good. Eddie continued to work on the song.

Once the lyrics were tight, he pulled out his acoustic guitar and began nail down the bridge. He wanted it stripped down. He wanted it heartbreakingly beautiful.

He looked up at the clock and cursed. The song was done. But it was after four in the morning. He tucked the completed song into his guitar case and changed into his pajama pants. As he drifted off to sleep he realized that he felt lighter than he had in days. Years even.

He really should have talked to Steve sooner.

That Friday Steve got a call from the auto body shop saying his car was ready. Which considering when he called last week when it first broke down they didn’t have a time line for him because they were backed up, but they would get to it as soon as they could.

So the fact that it was ready now was like a dream come true. And he hoped on the bus and was at the shop as soon as he could manage. He walked up to the receptionist and gave them his name, and said he got a call saying his car was ready.

The man behind the counter nodded and told him to sit down and wait. They’d pull it out front for him.

Steve had barely sat down when an older man came out, hands covered in grease, a stained rag wiping them off.

“Steve?” the warm, friendly voice called.

Steve looked up. He recognized that face, but it took him a moment to realize from where.

“Wayne?!” he cried. He was on his feet in an instant. “Oh my god. It’s been years. How are you?”

Wayne gave him a hug, which Steve gladly returned.

“It’s good to see you, kid,” Wayne said with a smile. “What are you up to these days?”

“I’m finishing up art school,” Steve replied. “I’m going be teaching it to middle school students.”

“Art school?” Wayne said. “That’s amazing, kid. I’m glad you’re doing well.”

Steve looked around the shop. “So you left the plant to become a mechanic? That’s awesome.”

Wayne grinned. “Not just become a mechanic. This shop is mine.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “That’s incredible. So the Hellfire Shop is yours? Wow. Wayne, that’s just so...wow.”

Wayne chuckled. “My nephew named the shop. From one of his comic books he reads.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “From X-men, right? I don’t read the comics, but I saw the movie.”

Wayne chuckled. “Then you’re already a step above me on that one, kid.”

“So...I wasn’t expecting to get my car back so soon,” Steve said. “I was told when I called that you guys were backed up with a lot of other cars ahead of mine.”

Wayne grinned and pointed out the front door. “That’s because he came in and fixed it for you.”

Steve followed where he was pointing and saw Eddie get out of the BMW and start wiping it down.

“Eddie?” he breathed.

Wayne chuckled. “He’s damn fine mechanic, my nephew. But he was always built for bigger and better things.”

Steve huffed out a surprise laugh. “Eddie’s your nephew? Oh, my god. It’s such a small world.”

Wayne gave Steve’s arm a squeeze. “Go on, then. Go get your baby.”

Steve looked at him in a amusement, because the look on his face said that the older man wasn’t talking about his car.

He walked out of the shop just as Eddie finished wiping down the hood of his car.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greeted softly.

Eddie turned around with the biggest grin on his face. “She’s all fixed up for you, big boy.”

“That’s amazing,” Steve gushed. “Thank you so much. Your uncle was telling me that you did it all by yourself?”

Eddie nodded. “I know my way around an engine.” He blushed. “I just didn’t want you to get caught in another storm.”

Steve’s eyes lit up. “Thank you,” he breathed. “Let me take you out to dinner as a token of my appreciation.”

Eddie grinned. “I’d like that.”

“Well um...since we live in the same apartment complex,” Steve suggested, “why don’t we met in the center courtyard at 7pm on Sunday?”

Eddie’s grin grew bigger and his face dimpled. “I’ll be there.”

Steve got into his car and pulled down the visor to grab the keys. He waved at Eddie as he pulled away.

Wayne walked out to stand next to Eddie and they watched as Steve drove off.

“You writing songs about him and fixing his car,” Wayne said with a cheeky grin, “am I to be expecting a wedding announcement soon?”

Eddie turned to him, scandalized. “Uncle Wayne! It’s not like that.”

Wayne raised a single eyebrow.

“You know how much of an ass I’ve been to that man?” he defended.

Wayne nodded and cocked his head. “True. But you didn’t see the look on his face when he saw that you had fixed his car.”

Eddie tucked his chin in in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean? What expression?”

Wayne walked off and waved his rag at Eddie as he said, “That same doe-eyed dopey expression you’ve got on your face just now.”

Eddie stared after his uncle in shock. Steve wanting to hook up or at least be more open in his appreciation of his naked body was one thing. One that Eddie could handle and keep locked away. But fond looks and doe-eyes were bordering on affection or even outright love and Eddie didn’t think he could handle that.

Eddie sat down in front of the Corroded Coffin boys with his acoustic guitar in one hand and the song in the other.

“I want to add one more song to our lineup for next Saturday,” he explained.

Gareth rolled his eyes. “There is no way we can learn a new song in a week, man. It’d kill us.”

Jeff nodded. “I’m going to have to agree with Gare on this one.”

Eddie smiled. “Look, you won’t have to. It’ll just be me and this baby,” he held up the acoustic, “and I’ll put it after Silent Killer but before we ramp it back up to Louder, Louder.”

Gareth and Jeff shared a glance.

“But we’d have to drop a song if we do that,” Jeff protested.

Brian cocked his head to the side. “It depends on how long this new song is. So go on then, Eddie. Show off.”

Jeff buried his head in his hands. “Don’t encourage him, Bri.”

Eddie just grinned. “You want to hear it or not?”

Gareth sighed. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Betrayal!” Jeff howled.

Gareth just shook his head. “He’s never going to let up until we let him play it so we might as well get it over with.”

Jeff’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah, all right.”

Eddie placed his guitar on his knee and began to play.

Roughly three and half minutes later there wasn’t a dry eye in that tiny garage where they practiced.

“Holy fuck, man,” Jeff croaked. “Where the fuck did that even come from?”

Gareth threw his arms in the air. “We have to play it. This song come mean the difference between getting the record deal or not.”

“So what do you think, Bri?” Eddie asked after a few minutes of shocked silence.

The other man just stared at him a moment. “Dude, I don’t care where that song came from, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Gare is right, if we don’t let you play it, we might get the record deal. If we do, it’s a sure shot. They’d be fools not to.”

Eddie grinned. “To answer Jeff’s question; I have a new muse.”

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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eskawrites · 5 months

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12? 👀

12. "Look at me."

Robin knew, even before the demodogs burst through the door of Hopper's run-down shack, that their luck was going to run out. After all, they could only hope to survive for so long without Nancy.

And now their time seems to be up. They've retreated into one of the back rooms, Jonathan and Steve standing between the kids and the door. Steve gives his bat a nervous swing. Jonathan aims the revolver at the door, ready to shoot at whatever comes through, but it looks too small in his hand, awkward and ineffective.

And utterly useless, of course, when the door opens and Nancy is the one to walk in.

"Nance," he whispers. She scowls at him, her black eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Where is Eleven?" Nancy's voice has changed since Vecna took her. It pitches lower, deep and heavy in a way it only ever got when she was tired or angry and willing to let her guard down. It reminds Robin of late nights, of quiet moments with just the two of them. It reminds her of everything she's lost just because Vecna realized he could take their strongest soldier for his own.

Jonathan adjusts his grip on the gun. "Come on, Nance, snap out of it."

Nancy's eyes flash. Robin sees her shoulders tense, sees her feet shift, sees her make up her mind a split second before anyone else.

She moves at the same time Nancy does, running forward and shoving her before she can draw and aim her pistol. They crash hard to the floor, tangled together for a moment until Nancy manages to flip them. Robin's head smacks against the wood flooring. When she looks up, everything is blurred except for the look of fury on Nancy's face.

Nancy presses the gun to her chest. Robin hears the others cry out, hears Steve running forward. She holds her hand out, waving them off as best as she can.

"Nance," she breathes. She looks up at her, out of breath and helpless. Nancy's eyes are black, staring unfeelingly back at her.

But she doesn't fire. That has to mean something.

It has to.

"Nancy," Robin tries again. Nancy's mouth twitches. She presses the gun harder to her chest. "This isn't you."

Nancy's mouth twists into a snarl. Her free hand comes up to tangle in Robin's hair, pulling until Robin has to bite back a cry of pain. She leans in close and growls, "You don't know me."

"I do," Robin whispers. She can feel tears stinging her eyes, though she isn't sure if it's from pain or fear or the sheer desperation of her words. "I do, Nance, and you know me."

"Enough--"

"Nancy, please, look at me. Just look at me." Nancy hesitates, and Robin reaches up to clutch her wrist--not pulling or pushing, just holding, just clinging to her for dear life. "See me, the way only you can."

Nancy's grip on her hair loosens. Robin can feel her shaking on top of her.

"Because I see you," Robin whispers. "I see you. Not him."

"Robin." Her name is silent on Nancy's lips, but it's there. Robin rubs her thumb along Nancy's wrist, watching tears pool in her eyes. "Robin, I--"

She jerks, pulling the gun back and throwing it across the room. Everyone starts moving, chaos filling the room again. Steve runs forward and grabs Nancy's arms, yanking them behind her back. Max runs in with a syringe, and Jonathan takes it and carefully steps up behind Nancy.

And all the while, she just stares at Robin, tears falling silently down her face now.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "Robin. I never--I don't want--"

Robin reaches up and cradles her face. "Look at me, Nance."

Nancy does, blinking away tears to see her clearly. Robin keeps holding on, keeping her steady as Jonathan sinks the needle into her neck. Nancy doesn't even wince.

"It's okay," she breathes. "We've got you, Nance. You're going to be okay."

#ronance #asks #au79burger #thank youuu!#send me a prompt number i'll write you a drabble #writing things #just a lil bit of #flayed!nancy #for you

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withacapitalp · 7 months

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Backrooms 3- EDDIE GOES WITH THEM

Link to SCREAM

Link to ao3

Sorry it's a day late!!! Eddie goes with them won by 97% Who could have guessed?

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So Eddie’s choices were to try and figure out this hell-scape on his own…or follow a gorgeous Adonis with weapons and knowledge and fighting skill….

“Hell yeah, I’m coming with,” Eddie agreed instantly, grabbing Steve’s hand and practically jumping into a standing position.

Steve’s hand was big and warm, enveloping Eddie’s long slim fingers in a comforting heat that settled out the last of his fear, but made his heart start to race for an entirely different reason. It got even worse as Steve squeezed their fingers together, giving Eddie a soft secretive smile that made a weird aching hunger pang in the middle of his chest.

I wonder what those hands would feel like wrapped around-

“You got a name, metalhead?” Robin asked, interrupting Eddie’s absolutely delicious daydream, sliding her eyes over to Steve with her lip curling upward.

Steve dropped Eddie’s hand like it was on fire, brow furrowing as he and Robin began to have a silent back and forth with just their eyes. Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what they were debating, but that combined with Nancy standing guard by the doorway and ignoring all of them was starting to create some serious awkward feelings.

“Eddie,” He said, interrupting whatever weird wonder twin thing the two sailors had going on, “I’m Eddie Munson,”

“Eddie Munson?” Nancy replied, finally turning away from the doorway and giving Eddie a deathly glare.

What is this girl’s problem?

“What about it?” Eddie grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and shrinking away from Nancy’s evil eye.

“Nothing,” Nancy spat out, flashing her knife quickly before stowing it away in the sheath on her hip, “Let’s go. Don’t forget to link up.”

As she said the words ‘link up’, Nancy thrust her hand forward. Robin took it and interlocked their fingers, as Steve knelt down to stow his nailed up baseball bat into his backpack. Once it was secured, Steve took Robin’s free hand, holding his other out for Eddie.

“Doorways are dangerous,” Steve explained when Eddie hesitated to take his hand again, “Don’t want you to get lost,”

Eddie wanted to ask how he could possibly get lost just exiting the room from the hallway, but the serious looks he was getting from the rest made the question dry up in his mouth.

“You got a last name Sailor Steve?” Eddie asked instead as they exited back into the yellow hallways. The second they were in the hallway, they all dropped contact, and Eddie nearly shivered from the cold that came from losing Steve’s body heat.

“Harrington.”

“Buckley!” Robin interrupted, jabbing one of her boney elbows directly into Steve’s side.

“Geez Bobbin, I just forgot,” Steve complained, gasping in pain as he took two side steps to get out of elbow jabbing range. He turned to Eddie with a slightly uncomfortable smile, raising one shoulder in a short shrug.

“Sorry about her. It’s Steve Buckley…now.”

There was something there in that pause, something weighted and uncomfortable. It existed in the hard line of Steve’s mouth, and the way that Robin slowly slid closer to him.

Something, but I’m not sure if I should touch it, Eddie thought. The last thing he wanted to do was say the wrong thing and be left alone again.

“For the record, I think you look much more like a Buckley than a Harrington,” Eddie offered..

“Well thank you very much, Eddie Munson,” Steve beamed, waving his hand around at the yellow walls boxing them in, “And may I be the first to formally welcome you to the Backrooms,”

What should Eddie ask next?

“What’s the Backrooms?”

“So, why is it Buckley now?”

Poll

#the backrooms #backrooms au #steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve and eddie #robin buckley #Nancy wheeler #chrissy cunningham #steddie au #stranger things au

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