#she was so fucking sweet it's no wonder she and steve get along so well
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Redemption
Pairing: SteveHarringtonxReader
Request: So, could you write one where you had a drunk hook up with Steve at one of his parties and it was bad? He sees you at a party at his place a few weeks later and wants to show you that he can do better?
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Leaning back against the wall, drink in hand, you surveyed the party crowd. Another Harrington three ring circus. The guy couldn't go more than a few weeks without having a rager at his place. And of course half the town had shown. Everybody wanted to be seen at Steve's party. It made them feel like one of the elite, a member of King Steve's court, even if he had graduated last year.
And then there was the man himself, making his way through the crowd, high fiving, grinning, the center of attention as usual. You rolled your eyes, unamused with his display. What an arrogant prick.
Sure, he was gorgeous. I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to those caramel eyes, those long lashes, that perfect fucking hair? You’d been. You’d been so attracted that you’d been dumb enough to wind up in bed with him a few weeks ago.
You’d been a few drinks in, not drunk but feeling loose, uninhibited. He’d flashed you that smile, those glaringly white teeth, those eyes promising you the night of your life. Unfortunately for you, it had been anything but. You’d given him head and then he’d sloppily plowed into you before passing out, face buried in the pillow, snoring. It had not been the night of your life. It had been glaringly underwhelming considering the rumors you’d heard about him, considering the massive crush you’d harbored for him since freshman year.
Steve caught sight of you and was that a flush of embarrassment you saw on his cheeks? No. Couldn’t be. King Steve would never be so humble. He’d seemed fairly sweet when he started hitting on you a few weeks ago but he was clearly putting on an act just to get in your pants, and your dumbass had let him.
He made his way over to you and you hesitated, wondering if you could duck out and away before he got to you. But you were crowded in on either side. Why the hell had you even come tonight? Stacy had insisted, saying Harrington’s parties were always a good time and you needed to let loose. You’d been quite frustrated and bitchy ever since the failed tryst. She didn’t know the whole reason you were nasty was the man having the party himself.
“Hey there,” he said, appearing sheepish but you reminded yourself that you knew better. The man hadn’t even called you after you’d slept together. “I was hoping you’d show tonight.”
“Yeah?” You crossed your arms, staring him down. “And why exactly is that?”
“Well, I was hoping we could talk.”
“About what exactly?”
Steve shifted uncomfortably, leaning into you, one arm propped on the wall next to your head, his voice lowered as he said, “Well, you know, about the other week. I mean, we had sex. Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, like talk or something?”
“If you wanted to talk, why didn’t you just call?”
He sighed, his head tilting, those soul searching eyes gazing into yours, “Honestly? I didn’t know if you’d want to talk to me.”
“I can’t understand why,” you huffed, sarcasm dripping off each word. You were angry, venom building up, wanting to gut him. “After giving me the night of my life.”
Steve winced, “Yeah, I know…look, I was really drunk that night. I was not at my best.”
“Really? I didn’t notice,” you spat, attempting to move around him, but his other arm came up, caging you in.
“I was an asshole, okay? I know I was an asshole and I was not at my best, but I swear, I am so much better than that. If you’d just…would you give me a chance to actually give you the night of your life? I swear, you won’t regret it.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”
“You heard that from drunk, sloppy Steve. This Steve is completely sober and I mean every damn word.” His fingers traced along your arm, shivers racing along your spine. “I swear, angel, I can do so much better. Give me a chance. Let me take care of you. I never got to see that beautiful face when you lost control.”
You inhaled sharply, clearing your throat, your center pulsing with need at his words. You knew this was stupid. You should just push him away, grab your shit, and go home but you weren’t going to. What was it about him? Why couldn’t you just walk away?
“Okay,” you challenged, leaning into him. “Show me what you got then.”
Steve smirked, confidence returned, as he took your hand and led you through the crowd of party-goers, many of them dancing, some of them wrapped around each other, making out. There were a few drink guys out by the pool, screaming and cannon balling in, grabbing girl and pulling them in the water.
The rowdy sounds of the party faded as Steve led you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He twisted the lock, the soft click echoing through the room, causing knots to form in your stomach. Anticipation built up inside you, hoping that this time would be everything you’d expected.
Steve’s hands grabbed your waist, spinning you and pushing you back against the door. His nose ran over your cheek, traced your jaw, moved along the side of your neck and you shuddered at the simple contact.
“You smell amazing,” he breathed, kisses pressed against your pulse point, tender skin sucked between his lips, teasing with his teeth. “You look amazing. From the moment I saw you a few weeks ago, all I could think about was touching you, running my hands over every inch of your body, finding out just how good you taste. I was so pissed when I realized I fucked up my chance.”
You groaned as he pulled the strap of your tank top off your shoulder, lips now exploring your collarbone, the dip in the middle, “Well, then don’t fuck it up again, Harrington. There won’t be a third.”
“Oh, I won’t, angel,” he growled, hands pulling at your tank top, lifting it over your head. His eyes devoured the sight of you, hands softly running over the fabric of your black lace bra. His lips fell to your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts as his fingers worked at the clasp, releasing it quickly, expertly, it ending up on the floor with your top.
His mouth was everywhere, lips, teeth, tongue teasing, sucking, nibbling until you were gasping, hand buried in his hair, holding him against you. Fuck, if this was any indication, this night was going to end much differently than the last one. Already he had you throbbing, writhing, whimpering beneath his touch.
He rose up straight, his lips finding yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You grasped at his shirt and he pulled away just long enough to yank it over his head. Your fingers immediately tangled in his chest hair, pulling gently and he groaned, cupping the back of your head and smashing his lips to yours, urgent and needy.
“Steve…” you whispered as his lips traveled again, exploring. They moved between your breasts, along your stomach before he dropped to his knees in front of you, undoing your shorts and pulling them, along with your panties, down your legs. You lifted each foot, allowing him to remove them completely.
His hand ran over your leg, down to your calf, gripping it and hooking it over his shoulder, opening you completely to him. You gazed down at him, biting your lip and he grinned, caramel eyes now dark with lust before he pressed his face against your center, nuzzling his nose in, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, angel…you’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he groaned, teeth sinking into your inner thigh, causing you to shriek, head slamming back against the door. “I used to watch you in those tiny skirts in class, crossing your legs, and I would picture what was between them. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Your brain completely short circuited at his words. King Steve had fantasized about you in high school? That didn’t seem possible. You were trying to wrap your brain around the thought but then all thoughts vanished completely from your mind when his tongue ran over your folds, spreading you open.
“So fucking good. So wet for me already,” he growled, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it like a lozenge.
“Jesus Christ, Steve!” you yelped, hands slamming against the wood of the door.
His tongue flicked, lips sucked, teeth raked until your were on the verge of tears, your orgasm coiling like a snake ready to strike. His fingers slipped through your slick and then he pressed two of them into you, pumping them rhythmically, his tongue never letting up its attention on your clit.
“Oh my god…” you keened, hands flat against the door, trying to keep yourself upright as the muscles in your legs quivered, knees threatening to give out.
“Not god…just a king,” he mused, burying his face, nose pressed against your clit as he shook his head back and forth, fingers curling within you, hitting a space no guy had ever found and you bit your lip so hard, you tasted blood.
“Yes…just like that…oh shit…Steve…don’t stop…fuck!”
Your whole body shook with the tsunami of an orgasm that crashed down over you. Your vision went white and you began to slide down the door to the floor. Steve caught you, arms around your legs, creeping upward as he stood. He kept a firm grip on you as he kissed you soft and deep.
“So…better than the last time?” he whispered against your ear.
“Fuck…so much better. Jesus Christ, that was amazing,” you gasped but then your hands were on his belt buckle, undoing it, quickly followed by the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them over his hips. “But you still have more to make up for.”
“Hell yes,” he groaned, kicking off his pants and boxers, swooping you into his arms and onto the bed. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on.
You lay there, splayed out, watching him hungrily, eager for him to show you exactly what Steve Harrington could do because what he’d shown you already had been absolutely perfect. He placed his fists on the bed, crawling his way up to you, surprising you when he turned you onto your side, spooning you from behind.
He gripped his cock, rubbing it over your folds, through your wetness and you moaned, pressing your ass back against him, eager for him to fill you. He used the tip to tease your clit, working you up until you were whimpering again, desperate for him. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust up into you.
“Oh shit…” you groaned, eyes rolling back in your head as he hit the deepest spaces within you, his cock bottoming out with each roll of his hips. “That’s so good.”
“Yeah? You like that?” he breathed in your ear, one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, pulling you flush against him, his coarse chest hair rubbing along your back as he rocked himself in and out of you again and again.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me, angel. Fuck, you’re so damn wet,” grunted Steve, his fingers walking from your hip to between your thighs, teasing your clit once again. “I gotta make up for the last time, beautiful. I owe you another orgasm.”
“Jesus…” you whimpered, rolling your hips against his hands, causing you to come down even deeper on his cock each time he rocked forward.
“Keep doing that, angel. Fuck, feels so good,” he muttered, lips pressed against your shoulder.
You continued to rock your hips, panting, sweaty, your bodies slipping along each other. That snake coiled up again quickly and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer, not with his cock hitting all the right places and his fingers playing you like a piano.
“Steve…I’m gonna…I’m so close…”
His fingers gripped your chin, turning your head toward his, “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me. I want to see your face when I make you scream.”
“Oh Steve!” you screamed, white hot pleasure exploding from your center just as he grunted your name and rutted deep into you, his own orgasm taking control.
“Fuck,” he muttered, body quivering behind you. He slipped from inside you, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his arm, smiling down at you, thumb running along your jaw. “So, did I make up for last time?”
“More than made up for it,” you panted, struggling to catch your breath, your body like melted ice cream on a hot summer day, useless. “Just give me a minute and then I’ll get my clothes and get out of here.”
“Get out of here?” he asked, one eyebrows raising. “Why the rush?”
You turned your head, brow furrowing, “I mean…this was just a hook up, right? I assume you want me to head out.”
“No. Maybe you missed the part where I pined for you all through high school. Now that I’ve got you in my bed, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” He paused and there was that sheepish look again but you no longer thought he was putting it on. “I mean, if you want obviously.”
You pursed your lips, pretending to think about it, “Hmm…I mean, I guess I could hang around for a bit.”
Steve laughed, gathering you in his arms and pulling you against him, his nose gently running over yours, “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
“Possibly, but you can handle it, your highness.”
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warnings: spitting, mean!steve , possessive!steve , afab!reader , first “i love you” !
steve who cradles your jaw, his large hand wrapped around your throat.
“open.” he demands, squeezing your cheeks together.
you oblige, sticking your tongue out as you part your lips. his brows furrow just slightly, spitting into your mouth as you moan beneath him. “fuckin’ slut.” he says, squeezing your cheeks harder as he gently shakes your head from side to side. “swallow it.” your clit is throbbing, head dizzy with pleasure as you swallow his spit.
“good girl,” he coos, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “so fuckin’ pretty.” the bustle of partygoers outside the bathroom door fades into white noise, and steve lowers himself to his knees as he stares up at you, refusing to break eye contact. “fuckin’ loser thinks he gets to talk to my fuckin’ girl like that.” he says, referring to your classmate who had now left the party with a black eye, everyone ogling as steve whisked you away, the party resuming.
no one thought steve was wrong for the way he reacted, and even if they did, they didn’t care.
“i’ll fuckin’ kill him.” he says, and your breath hitches in your throat. you wonder if he’s serious. you don’t have much time to think about it, though, his lips immediately working on your clit as he delves beneath your skirt. your panties have been yanked to the side, your arms lunging from your sides to grip steve’s hair. “fuck,” you moan, your head leaning back against the mirror behind you.
“say you’re mine.” he demands, sucking hickies into the flesh of your thighs. you whine softly, whimpering and moaning with each pass of his lips. despite being his girlfriend for 2 months, you reassure him. “m’yours, steve-“ you breathe, jolting as his lips return to your clit. “again.” he murmurs into your pussy. “i’m yours-always gonna be fucking yours.” you keen, and he hitches his arms under your thighs, pulling you and your pussy closer to him.
the sudden movement causes you to frantically steady yourself, and he soothes you with his tongue against your clit. “s’okay, baby. steve’s got you, yeah? not gonna let you get hurt, sweet thing.” your eyes roll back with pleasure at his words, feeling his tongue lap at your pussy, mean and slow. “my fuckin’ girl.” the tip of his tongue presses inside your pussy, sucking at your clit. he substitutes his tongue for fingers, siding two thick fingers inside of you as he sucks your clit, pressing kisses to it over and over. the change of pace makes your orgasm approach rapidly, your panting and shaking a clear indication to him.
“come on, baby. know you wanna come for me. i can feel it,” he coos, thrusting his fingers into you, lips returning to your clit. your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tightly as you spill over, unraveling for him as you babble his name over and over. you’re not quiet, and you’re positive someone’s heard you. not that you care, and neither does steve. if anything, it boosts his ego. “there she is.” he coos, rising to his feet again. he slides your panties back up gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you moan softly as you taste yourself, parting your lips slightly to allow his tongue in. he licks against yours, any remnants of your wetness now traded onto your palette. “taste good?” he asks, and you nod. he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“i love you,” he says, for the first time, and your breath catches in your throat. “i love you.” he repeats, and you both break into a grin. “i love you too,” you say, and his eyes light up, wrapping his arms around you as he peppers your face with kisses. “i love you, i love you-god-“ he grins, and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you laugh softly. “yeah, well, figured you didn’t give that guy a black eye for nothin’,” you say, and he rolls his eyes playfully. “yeah, yeah. you got me,” he says, helping you off the counter. “i’m sure it won’t be the last.”
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hello, can I request a Steve Harrington fic where r working too hard for school and has been pulling all nighters frequently to keep track. R ends up being too tired and falling a little sick and not leaving the house except for when she has to go to school and her friends notice, Steve notices. Steve comes over, tries to help her and something along those lines. You can write it however you want, you can change it up if you want. Thank you :)
thank you for the request! tweaked it just a tiny bit, hope you enjoy :)
contains: cursing, fluff, overworked reader, soft!steve harrington, forgotten date, 1.0k words
School. Study. "Sleep". It was an endless, mind-numbing cycle that you were convinced was spiraling you into borderline madness. The condition of your bedroom was identical to how your brain had been feeling for the past week: cluttered and chaotic. With empty coffee cups littering your small floral desk, and your blush duvet covering more of the carpeted floor than your actual bed, you could hardly even recognize the room anymore.
The dirty laundry strewn across your floor would often trip you when you walked, but the assignments that you were practically drowning in made it impossible to shift your focus onto tidying the place.
You'd become a hermit; only leaving the comfort of your home to go to school and occasionally, the library, on the days that your room felt like more of a prison than a place of rest. Robin and Nancy, along with your boyfriend Steve, were certain you were avoiding them like the plague. They'd beg you to hangout with them, even bribing you by offering to treat you to lunch at the local diner, but the only thing you could say in return was a dry, "maybe later".
You didn't mean to be cold to them, but you were laser-focused on your agenda, determined to work first and play later. It's what led you to where you were now: head buried in your third textbook of the night, butt aching from being sat on your wooden chair for far too long.
On a Friday night of all.
From your window, you heard people, around your age you assumed, parading the streets and laughing loudly– enjoying their simple, young lives. Something you wished you could be doing too. But your work wasn't going to do itself.
You were color-coding the notes on your flashcard when three knocks sounded at your door, to which you mumbled a soft, "Come in," that even you barely heard. Your mother walked in, a mess of flour and an assortment of seasonings splotched on her apron from cooking dinner. "Honey, Steve's here," she smiled softly, though it was evident on her face that she was biting back the urge to tell you to clean your room, bless her.
The yellow highlighter you had was soon forgotten as your eyebrows furrowed, wondering what Steve was doing here. He usually called first.
Steve gave her a sweet grin when he passed her, leaving the door slightly cracked open, per your mothers request. In his hands he held a large box of pizza and a bouquet of pink roses; looking as dashing as ever with a crewneck and blue jeans adorning his body, with his hair being the perfect kind of messy.
You can't help but smile when you see him.
"Well, this is a rare sighting," he laughed, referring to you, "Should probably get this on camera." He kicked his white sneakers off where your own shoes were piled at, setting the pizza box down on your dresser.
"Very funny," you deadpanned, arms crossed on top of your chest. "What're you doing here?"
Steve approached you, something like a frown weighing on his lips. He taps the bouquet against his chest a couple times when he gently reminds you, "It's Friday."
You almost want to reach into your own body to catch your heart when you feel it completely sink. Friday's were you and Steve's designated date nights, never missing one since the two of you began dating a couple months ago. With the way you'd been so stressed and busy lately, it had completely slipped your mind. Suddenly, you felt incredibly guilty.
"Fuck," your head fell into your hands as you rubbed at your tired eyes, harshly. Your words were muffled when you continued, "I'm sorry, I'm the worst."
Steve shook his head almost instantly, gently resting the flowers down on the desk next to you. "Hey, c'mon," he started, moving your hands from your face, standing you up in front of him. "It's okay, I know you've been busy lately."
He rubbed at your shoulders tenderly and the warm touch melted you. It was the first time you truly relaxed that whole week. "You're not mad?" You asked the question in a hushed tone, looking up at him with glittering eyes that were a bit red, your nose a similar hue. You must've been getting sick. His poor baby.
"Not even a little," he gazed at you with heated, sincere brown eyes and you couldn't will yourself to look at anything else. He kissed your forehead, and it's a bit salty with sweat, but he doesn't mind. "Just worried, is all," he murmured, adjusting the pendant on your necklace that had somehow found its way onto your back.
"Can I help at all?" He nodded at the books on your table.
"Steve, no offense but it's AP Calc," you smiled, lightly scratching at his scalp when your arms found their way around his neck. You laughed when his eyebrows raised as if he was startled, slightly shaking his head. "Christ," he says through clenched teeth, though he doubles down on his offer, "well, then I guess I'm learning AP Calc today. No biggie," he shrugs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
"You don't have to do that, Stevie," you spoke against his lips, admiring how unbelievably sweet your boyfriend was. You knew how much he hated school, especially math, so you were more than grateful that he was willing to put himself through quite literal torture, just to make your night a bit easier. "But I want to," he kissed your nose. "Dinner first though, 'cause I know you skipped out on lunch."
Squinting your eyes, you released your hold on him. Sometimes it scared you how well he knew you. "How-?"
"I have eyes everywhere, love," he answered your question before you could even get it out. You rolled your eyes, a smile playing at your lips, already knowing that his "eyes" in question were just Robin and Nancy looking out for you.
💌 1 new message from jojo: writing this while procrastinating on like ten assignments was so funny lol. comments and reblogs are always appreciated! inbox is open!
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Hi love ! I have a really fluffy request for you ! Bucky and reader are married and have a beautiful baby girl about 3-4 years old .But when they first met , Bucky and Reader where always bickering , seemingly hating each other. One day , Reader gets home from work to find her husband and daughter on the couch . She’s in her dad’s lap facing him while he’s telling her a story . She smiles at the image in front of her and moves closer to hear the story . The story is how her dad fell in love with her mom . And while she expected to hear about the day they both realized what they had wasn’t hate for each other but love , she heard a completely different story . One Bucky hasn’t told her about . He told his daughter about the first day her ever saw her mom . How the moment he looked at her smile he knew he was we head over heels and wanted to be the one to place all her smiles there . Reader starts sniffling and that’s when they both notice her and run towards her to attack her with hugs and kisses cause they think you’re sad . And then Bucky tells both of you the story of how he fell in love with his wife . Just enemies to lovers and a bunch of domestic fluff
THIS IS SO CUTE MY GOODNESS I've been so excited to get to this from the moment I saw it. Amazing. This is beautiful. I hope you see this my lovely, this request was from a while back, I’m so sorry I took so long to get to it
You smiled hearing your husbands soft voice carry through from the living room while you hung your coat in the closet. Your heart warmed at the sight you saw in the living room, your sweet baby looking wide eyed at your husband while he told her a story. Her attention was completely on him, she didn't even hear the door open or your footsteps. You cocked your head, wondering exactly how great this story was, raising your brow when you heard his next few words.
"And that's when I saw your mama"
Your baby squealed, clapping her hands hearing the entrance of her pretty mommy, scooting closer so she could hear every word. Bucky grinned, letting her crawl onto his lap, letting her get settled before continuing. You silently giggled to yourself, reminiscing about the way you and Bucky fell in love. You had always bickered, never agreeing on anything. You expected Bucky to tell your baby girl about how one day you both realized all the little arguments, disagreements and quarrels were because you were both too silly to realize you were both in love with each other.
5 years ago
“You’re a fucking dumb ass” You hissed, glaring at the smug super soldier who had a cocky smirk on his face, unbothered that you looked like you were about to strangle him across the jet.
“No need to flatter me princess-oh shi-
You lurched from your seat, ready to tackle Bucky to the floor, only to be stopped by a large arm snaking around your waist, pulling you back.
“Put me down Rogers” You growled while Steve chuckled, holding you to his side like a football. “Just let me have 5 minutes with him”
“You’re both like school children” Steve held you in place while you huffed, wishing you could swing at Bucky’s jaw at least once but alas, it wasn’t your lucky day.
There wasn’t a day where you and Bucky got along. It was like he was sent on this earth for the sole purpose of annoying you and it had been that was from the day you met. Every since you joined the team, Bucky made it his mission to critique you and annoy you in every way possible. Your fighting form, mission assignments, weapon choice, even the way you made your damn coffee was a problem for him.
“I like my coffee black”
“Well excuse me for not wanting to drink hot bitterness first thing in the morning”
“Not a fan of hot bitterness, would be difficult to drink me, wouldn’t it”
You threw your toast at Bucky’s head while he cackled, it wasn’t even 7 am yet and Bucky had trailed behind you, determined to start your morning off with his nagging.
“You don’t even taste the coffee when you add milk and sugar” Bucky sassed, loving every minute of you getting more and more riled up with his side commentary, there was something about you when you got annoyed with him.
His angry little bunny.
It had been months of your back and forth, there wasn’t a single moment of peace where you both mutually agreed on something.
“Will you fuck off” You deadpanned while Bucky corrected your fighting stance, moving your leg back and arms up.
“Just shut up and fix your form” Maybe I should fuck you instead-what. Bucky flicked off the rogue thought that slipped into his mind as you shuffled, brushing against his body, his muscles tensed with how close you were to him.
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“Y/n!” Bucky shoved you out of the way, groaning when he felt the knife plunge into his side, dropping to his knees and falling onto the floor.
“Bucky!” You ran to his side, killing off the hydra agent within seconds before Steve and Sam came to his aid, whisking him off to the jet. You ran behind them, your heart hammering out of your chest while they helped him strip off his tac gear to give him stiches. You took over, insisting the other two could finish up the mission while you took care of Bucky; there was no way you’d be able to focus on anything else anyway. Not when he was hurt.
He groaned, lying down in pain but alert enough to see the way your eyes were glassy, worry etched on your face. You cut off the rest of his shirt, your breath hitching looking at all the dark bruises that littered his body, a few of those hits from shielding you.
“Baby” Your voice was hardly a whisper, not even realizing what you’d just called him, trying to hold yourself together so you could take care of him.
“Baby, huh?” Bucky smirking, wincing in pain while you applied pressure to his cut, stopping some of the bleeding before grabbing the med kit to stitch him up. “Can I finally be your baby now?”
“This doesn’t change anything Barnes” You snorted, bringing him to lie down on your lap while the Jet took off, your hand softly stroking his hair. “I still hate you” you rolled your eyes, trying to look as annoyed as possible but on the inside your stomach was doing flips.
“You love me” Bucky smirked, his heart beating a little faster because deep down he wished it were true. He wished there were more to all your petty squabbles.
“Hm” You shook your head, a hint of a smile flashing across your face before collecting yourself again. “Maybe”
Bucky bit his lip, nodding, not trusting himself to respond to that, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Maybe.
Present
That was the story you thought he was telling her.
But that wasn't.
You’d never heard this story.
“The first day I ever saw your mama, I fell in love with her pretty smile, almost tripped on my own feet seeing her. Daddy was head over heels for her”
Your daughter’s cheeks looked like they were going to burst, smiling so hard, her eyes wide with amazement.
“What did you do daddy, did you make mommy smile? Did she fall heels over head for you too?!”
Bucky snorted, cuddling his baby close to his chest, kissing her chubby cheek.
“Uh huh, I wanted to be the reason she always smiled. You know Uncle Steve brought her to uncle Tony’s house and as soon as she walked in the door, I thought she was a princess”
“Mama’s pretty”
“Mhm, so pretty baby, I feel in love with all of her. Your mama was the kindest person I’ve ever met, she was always so sweet to daddy”
“What did she do?”
“You know how daddy gets scary dreams sometimes?”
“Uh huh”
Bucky’s nightmares had improved significally but they didn’t disappear. Instead of hiding that side of him from your daughter, you had insisted on letting her learn about it. Bucky had hesitated but you didn’t want him to have to hide any part of himself. Your sweet girl was the most understanding, and Bucky was thankful every single day that his daughter knew all parts of him.
“She’d make sure I was okay after, she’d check on me. She’s so smart and brave, when we go on missions, she’d take care of me, sometimes even uncle Steve, uncle Tony, uncle Sam, uncle Clint, aunty Nat”
“ALL OF THEM?!”
Bucky laughed, nodding while your baby grasped onto his shirt, fully engrossed in this story.
“All of them. But she was the nicest to daddy”
“Did she give you lots of hugs?”
“Sometimes even kisses”
“Daddyyy” Your daughter burst into a fit of giggles at the word kisses, nuzzling her face into his neck before pulling away with more questions. “So what did you do?!”
You didn’t even realize you were sniffling until Bucky and your baby girl both turned to you wide eyed when they saw your tear streaked face. You knew Bucky loved you. There was no doubt you were both madly in love with each other but you never heard his side of how he felt about you.
How he adored you from day one.
All the silly little things he did to get your attention.
How beautiful he found you.
How much it meant to him when you made sure he was okay.
Everything just made him fall hard for you all while you also fell in love with him.
Bucky ran over to you while your little one padded behind him, attacking you in a flurry of hugs and kisses.
“What’s wrong darling” Bucky cooed, wiping your tears away while you shook your head, scooping your baby in your arms. She kissed your face all over, grabbing your cheeks, concern etched on her face.
“Why is mama sad”
“Mommy isn’t sad baby” Her face scrunched while you laughed, leaning against your husband as he kissed the top of your head. “I’m happy. I heard daddy telling you a story”
Bucky grinned while your babygirl nodded immediately, her tiny hand tugging on Bucky’s sleeve.
“Daddy you didn’t finish!!!”
“Sorry bubba” Bucky turned to you, his heart filled with butterflies, it didn’t matter that you had already been married for 4 years, he was forever head over heels in love with you, “You want to hear the story too, doll?” Bucky smiled, brining you to cuddle with him on the couch, your daughter snuggled against his chest again.
“Tell us the story daddy!!”
“It all started when uncle Steve had a plan...”
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Little Elf
Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Words: 2.9k+
Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.
A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
Divider by @firefly-graphics
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself.
What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions.
The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office.
“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second.
If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before.
Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after.
You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips.
“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.”
A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission.
Be good for daddy… we broke a rule
That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused.
Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin.
Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him.
What better way to find out than today?
If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him.
“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice.
And you hated it…
With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”
“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”
You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess.
With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say.
His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face.
“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were.
But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you.
“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time.
A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.
“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”
The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek.
Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.
“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”
It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him.
Over and over and over again….
There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…
You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word
The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”
Silence…. Absolute silence.
Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully.
He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go.
Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind.
“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa.
You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”
Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot.
Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end.
“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again.
He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him.
Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy.
He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you.
With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock.
Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next.
Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly.
You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.
“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”
“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole.
He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.
“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!”
Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy.
He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation.
“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.
“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more.
You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her.
Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day.
In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.
He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him.
“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.
Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.
“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass.
With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly.
Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips.
You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you.
The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.
The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists.
You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically.
Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass.
He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.
“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.
Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.
“What did we learn baby?”
The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”
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Fall into Love
Great! So, I was thinking, maybe an enemy to lovers fic with Eddie. Like he and reader just don't get along but they have never really fought until they are meant to work on a project together and their bickering lead to sex - mindblowing sex - because of the sparks.
But Eddie says afterwards "this is pure physical, I still can't stand you". And that hurts reader a lot even though she won't admit it.
And so when reader develops feelings for Eddie she doesn't say anything, and since she doesn't get annoyed with him anymore she isn't like she used to be with him and Eddie starts to wonder if she's trying to distance herself.
And then one night when Eddie thinks she's asleep after they've had sex he just lay and strokes her back, whispering sweet things and how he has fallen for her but that he can never tell her because of how awful he was in the beginning and she deserves better but that it will kill him when she eventually calls the whole thing off to be with someone better than him.
And then she turns around and it's all sweet cliches when she tells him she's in love with him too?
Warnings: Angst, enemies to lovers, protective Steve, fwb, fluff. Minors shoo! 18+
Request by @somethingvicked
Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.
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You were not in a good mood. Bad enough, that you had to do this stupid project in the first place but Miss O'Donnell had to put you in a pairing with your worst enemy?
Eddie Munson, you couldn't stand him. He was very much the bane of your favourite existence and now you had to spend time with him after school too!
His pouty expression, the tenseness in his jaw when you met up with him didn't help your mood. He wasn't in the mood for this, just like you.
"So, I guess we should head to yours then Munson?'' You huff and he nods tersely as you walk to his van.
"Sure my castle is good enough for you princess?" he asks sarcastically and you glare at him, heading into his van.
This was going to be a disaster.
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Disaster was right. Eddie was just as crabby as you were and trying to pick a book to focus on for English class was not going well.
Mostly you and Eddie sniped at each others contributions and didn't get as far as you would hope.
"Could you stop being a child for one second so we can get this done" You snap at Eddie who rolls his eyes and sits on the couch.
"As you wish princess" he replies sarcastically and you glare at him. Could he not have one conversation that was civil?
"See this is what I mean, you're insufferable" he snorts, turns to you with a raised eyebrow.
"Like you're any better little miss perfect, yeah perfect with everyone else but not me, you're an annoying know it all" at some point during the argument the two of you have gotten closer.
"Just like you're an asshole to me. I hate you!"
"Well, I fucking hate you too" That's when the two of you end up kissing. It's hot, heavy and passionate.
You break away from him for a second, both of you breathing heavily, kissing Eddie felt so good.
There's a moments silence and then you press another kiss to his lips and he's kissing you back.
Eddie backs you up against the wall, hands pinned above your head as the kisses deepen, you tug off his shirt and yours soon follows.
It's not long before you're both naked, entwined on his bed and losing yourself in each other.
❤️
Eddie groans as he pulls out of you, kissing your neck. It takes a few seconds to catch your breath, the sex was incredible and your trying to wrap your head around the fact it was so good with Eddie.
"That was mindblowing but this is purely physical. I still can't stand you" he grumbles out and you feel a deep, visceral ache in your chest.
The comment hurt, you know it's true, you can't stand Eddie either but it still needles at you.
It hurt a lot more than you care to admit but you won't tell Eddie that, your shackles rise and you scowl at him.
"Right, it's not like you're my favourite person either Munson" he smirks, brown eyes filling with mischief.
"Mmm but I still made you scream for me didn't I?" he grins proudly and you look away flustered.
"Enough talking" You decide and pull him closer for more kisses, partly to stop him acting all smug and the other reason is because you just really like kissing him.
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For the next few weeks you and Eddie sneak around, the sex between the two of you is mindblowing and inspite of Eddie's warning, you find yourself growing more and more attached to him.
Feelings have began to develop, deep feelings. Which means you're fucked.
Some part of you knew deep down that you'd never be able to just have sex with no feelings and now you've been proven right.
Being around Eddie (even when the two of you argued) had your heart racing, flutters in your stomach and when it was just the two of you alone and wrapped up in each other, you felt peace.
Agony grips you because you know you can't admit how you feel to Eddie, he doesn't want you like that and the thought hurts your heart.
So, you'll stay quiet, he never has to know how you feel. It was better this way.
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You were acting different and Eddie didn't know why, you were less annoying for one thing (even if deep down he thought you were cute when you were annoying him, he'd never admit it out loud)
They still argued but it was a lot less than they used to. Something that roused suspicion in your circle of friends.
"Did you both get replaced by aliens or something?" Dustin asks Eddie during movie night, he was suprised because you and Eddie were civil and didn't argue once.
No one could believe the two of them had done a complete 180 in how they treated each other.
Steve was the most suspicious and even though him and Steve got on a lot better, when it came to you or the kids Steve was very protective.
"You're not seeing each other then?" Steve asks as they wash up after a dnd game that Steve graciously hosted in his house.
Alarm fills Eddie, he shakes his head and dries the plates trying to avoid Steve's piercing look.
"No" he just manages to get out and Steve nods, was this the shovel talk? Eddie had never had one of these before? Or was it something else? Did Steve like you?
Jealousy claws at him, deep and visceral and he has to resist the urge to shout out that you were his. Not Steve's. Had to resist the urge to tell Steve to back off.
He's stunned at how intense the feelings are and is forced to admit that at some point in the last few weeks, he's grown attached to you. Grown to really fall for you.
"Do you like her or something?" he can't get the sharp tone out of his voice and Steve notices it too, sets down the dish he's cleaning and glares at Eddie.
"No but she's important to me. I like you man but if you hurt her? Then your ass is grass"
Eddie nods, briefing a sigh of relief as Steve's expression softens and normal chatter resumes between them.
Since then you've still been acting different and Eddie wonders if you're trying to distance yourself? Isn't prepared for the pain he feels at that thought.
Fuck, you really had stolen his heart hadn't you?
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It's late at night, you're fast asleep beside Eddie and he cuddles closer to you, gently stroking your back as the feelings for you that he's tried to keep hidden spill out.
"You're so beautiful princess, being with you like this? It's the happiest I've ever been in so fucking long" he presses a kiss to your hair and sighs.
"I've fallen for you, really fallen for you but how can I tell you? I was such an asshole in the beginning. I told you this would just be physical.
''That came back to bite me on the ass because I've fallen in love with you and you deserve better, so much better than me sweetheart"
His heart aches as he thinks about when you will finally leave him. He's used to people leaving him, realising he wasn't worth it, his parents left. Couldn't be bothered with him so why would you?
"It will kill me inside when you leave sweetheart, I know you will and you'll find someone better and it will hurt so fucking much" he swallows, fights back tears and tries to calm himself down.
Your turn around, eyes fluttering open and you entwine your hands with Eddie. He swallows anxious when he see your awake. Fuck did you hear all of that?
"Princess..." he begins but you lean over and kiss him tenderly, heart full of love for him, happiness radiating from you that he's in love with you.
Even if he did tell you when he thought you were asleep.
"You're an idiot Eddie Munson. I don't want anyone else, there's no one better because you are perfect to me.
''I love you too Eddie but I've been so scared to tell you because I thought you didn't feel the same" the ache in Eddie's chest dissappears and he beams and kisses you.
"Guess we're both idiots huh?" he jokes and you giggle.
"Guess so. I'm not going anywhere Eddie. I'm afraid you're stuck with me babe"
Elation fills Eddie as you say this and he grins as you cuddle into his chest.
"The horror" he teases and he practically melts hearing your giggles and leans down to kiss you again.
Fin ❣️
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stop, you're losing me (s.h)
taylor swift released a new song so here's a fic based on it. this doesn't have a happy ending btw it's just pure angst lol
warnings: language, angst, arguing
it's kinda short but i'm getting back into the swing of writing. love you all and thank you for bearing with me through the last few months.
jazz xx
If you stared at the wall for long enough, you could still see the shadows of what once. The rigid outlines of you and him, dancing around what had been an empty room this time two years ago; the contours of your bodies as you spent hours putting together furniture, desperate to make the space yours after years of uncertainty. Nailing pictures to the wall - you and him last year in Italy, the pair of you at a friend's wedding in the fall, school photos and yearbook pictures. Then, if you blinked hard enough, squeezed your eyes shut and peeled them back open, you'd see the room for what it was now. Empty; photo frames you'd foolishly brought, never used and collecting dust; a crease in the sofa where he used to sit, cold because he was never fucking home anymore. The shadows that used to be happy were tense now, backs arched and arms flailed, faces flexed from smiles to frowns and then pure rage.
It was just you. No Steve. No laughter, no tears, no anger. Emotions replaced by apathy and the man didn't have a clue. Maybe he was just fucking oblivious but every futile attempt, every conversation you'd tried to have on the matter, had been in vain. Maybe it had worked for a few weeks; a few weeks where Steve would come home early from work, bring you flowers and get you a booking at that one restaurant with some vaguely sentimental meaning to your relationship. Then it would go back to normal - late nights, forced conversations, and finally, the stand still. The moment where you'd realised your relationship was stagnant and whilst everyone was getting married or pregnant or buying a house, you were going no where. At least not with Steve.
He was home late as usual, just after 9PM. He came through the day, car keys and briefcase thrown to the side, top button immediately undone and tie coming loose. Steve barely looked at you as he moved across the living room, straight to the fridge for whatever leftovers he could fine. It wasn't until he turned around, mouth full of pizza and a can of Coke in the other hand, that he finally gave you a smile.
"Good day?" he asked.
You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, not bad."
"Good," he gave you another smile, breezing past you and to the bedroom. Door slammed, minor shuffling, and then he re-appeared, now in an old t-shirt and sweatpants.
Sometimes, you wondered if he sensed it too. The coldness in your touches, in your voice. The way there was always a massive gap between you in bed at night. If he had noticed, Steve sure did a good job of ignoring it. He always had, in a way. Even after everything - the Upside Down, the monsters, the darkness - he hadn't wanted to talk about it. Maybe he was clinging on to the familiar. Even when everything had changed, your relationship stayed the same. If only he'd known that was the entire problem.
You'd had faith for a little while, but then you'd lost it.
"Nancy called, by the way," Steve continued on, waltzing around the room - heating on, TV volume up, mail thrown onto the coffee table. "The baby's doing well. She's six months along now."
He passed by you, hand ghosting across the back of your shoulders. That was it. That was your physical contact for the day, unless he was feeling sweet enough to accidentally kick you in the night or brush past you in the bathroom when he washing up before bed.
"Steve?"
Your voice was low; enough to alert him. Steve stopped, turning to face you.
"Yeah?"
"I'm moving out."
His shoulders dropped for a moment - and then he laughed. He fucking laughed. "Yeah, good one. Your jokes are getting worse."
"I'm not joking," you said. "Our lease is up next month. I'm moving."
"Where?" his eyes followed you as you got up and walked to the kitchen. He was on your heels like a lost puppy, immediately by your side. "And when were you gonna talk to me about this? Do you mean...like, a place together? Or a place apart? Because I thought we liked this apartment. We do don't we, because of the sky lights, and the fancy fuckin' sinks in the bathrooms-"
"- the place isn't the problem, Steve!" you cut him off. "It's you."
"How?" he asked. "I thought we were good?"
"Look at us!" you snapped. "Of course we're not good! You're a stranger to me, Steve. I never see you, and when you do you're just...you're not there."
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I've just been busy with work, okay? I'll try harder."
"You always say that," you shook your head. "Why do I have to keep asking you to try? You should want to try. You should want to act like you love me. Am I asking too much by asking you to fucking love me, Steve?"
"Do you honestly think I don't love you?" Steve said. He looked defeated now; drooped shoulders, sad eyes, bottom lip folded like he was about to cry. "You're everything to me. You have been since we were sixteen years old, and you're seriously asking if I don't love you?"
"If I'm everything to you then why don't you act like it?" you quietly asked. "Why all this...brushing past me? Acting like we're just room mates?"
"I...I don't know," he murmured. "The way I felt about you hasn't changed-"
"- I've asked you so many times Steve - if something is up, if we need to talk about stuff, if I've done something," you cut him off again. "And you see me every day sat here, waiting for you to come home, trying to make conversation and you just...you do nothing. You ignore me. You ignore all my futile fucking attempts to make an effort and quite honestly I am done."
The anger had taken over now, taken hold on your brain and tinted the edges of the vision. It was red. Not pink, how it used to be when you were happy, or blue when you were sad, but still had each other. It was just red; scarlet for the realisation that you were stood opposite each other now and not beside one another. You weren't a team anymore.
"So...you're dumping me?" Steve sniffed. "Is that what you're saying?"
"Yeah," you nodded.
"Do you really want to lose me over this?' he asked.
You shrugged. "You've lost me already, Steve."
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angel shot neat
A/N: psa??? we protect each other here, okay???? look out for yourselves & everyone else and i will happily die on that hill. furthermore stobin fucking would do this, theyd b a little confused (not robin) but they’d get it
Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader, Robin Buckley x GN!Reader (platonic)
Summary: You run into a bit of trouble while bar hopping alone. 1.4k words.
Warnings: drinking in a bar, creepy + gross men, flirting, pet names (sweetheart, sunshine)
He’d been staring at you all night. Ogling, really. Guessing what was under your jeans, if anything at all. Typical goddamn creep nursing his fifth stout, reeking of that sour malt musk that really lingers after a while. Like he’s sweating it. Trailing it across the bar, leaking all over the barstool.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this…?” And your eyes are doe-wide, only spotting him from the corner of your eye, too shocked to make eye contact. “… All alone.”
His speech is slurred, and slurred men make it scary. Pocket-knife scary. And that makes people like you pepper-spray terrified. All you wanted was a cocktail for your sweet tooth. Now you’re starting to rethink this whole public independence crusade.
“Oh,” you say, plastered with a faux grin for modesty, “actually, I’m not alone. I—uh… came here with my friend. And my boyfriend.”
You nod while he’s busy being displeased and seeing right through you. It shows in the yellowy smirk and the gravelly revelation in the back of his mucus-lined throat.
“Ah, really? And where have they run off to?”
“Just… dancing. I’m on drink duty!” you chirp, but you’d rather be vomiting. All over his leather shoes and the hand he rests on the small of your back. A nervously soft chuckle slips out, and he grins even wider.
“Sweet little thing, aren’t’cha? Say…” he mumbles, “why don’t you point ‘em out? Take me to meet these Bobbsey twins’a yours.”
You’re pretty sure this is what a heart attack feels like. The squelching in your chest from its rumbling and twisting around in your rib cage. You feel sick quickly glancing at the crowd of people dancing to a live jazz band across the bar. Because right now, it’s lie or be killed, and there are two people dancing awkwardly close together while not touching. Which has you thinking, ‘fuck it’.
“Yup, they’re right over there.” In desperate attempt to scurry away, the man’s greased up fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging himself along with your stuttering legs. The girl sees you first, rapid concern on her face when she stops dancing and sees your wide eyes.
“Hey, April, I was just getting out drinks when this nice man asked to meet you guys”—you’re squirming and you can feel the man fixed behind you, eyes scanning the two strangers when the redheaded girl wraps her arm around your waist and tugs you between herself and her tall friend. Who looks awfully confused. And you start to feel bad.
“We were wondering what was taking you so long,” she hums, squeezing your side when the man bares his teeth. And she tries not to grimace before flicking her friend from behind your back.
“Ouch—uh, yeah… we were starting to… miss you over here…” The boy is still kind of dancing to the swinging beat, more stepping side-to-side than anything.
“Well, thanks for returning our friend,” the girl coos, “have a nice night—!”
“Wait just a second, April, we haven’t met this… fella quite yet.”
The boy looks down at you, a little panicky in the whites of his eyes, but you nod and grab his hand, and he swallows hard.
“The… the boyfriend! I’m the boyfriend! I’m Steve.” With a goddamn death grip on your hand, his eyebrows are raised as he shouts over the music.
“Steve and April… y’better keep an eye on this beauty,” he grumbles, wholly dejected and scratching the side of his face, eyes lazily scanning your face, “never know what kinda creeps are gonna… try and—”
“Alright, buddy,” the boy with his fingers slotted between yours shouts, shaking his head, “you’ve had enough. It’s time to go.”
The man’s grey, crusted eyes flick up to the boy’s face, mean and taut with chestnut hair falling across his forehead, and finally decides to shuffle away, muttering under his breath.
“Holy shit—holy shit, are you okay?” the girl pants, grabbing your shoulders and scanning your exposed skin for any blood or swelling. You nod, hand still loosely grasping the boy’s warm fingers. Absentmindedly, of course, but you know the skin-to-skin is grounding. Rough and real and right there in your palm.
“Mhm, thank you…”
“Robin!”
“Robin—God, you’re the best,” you huff, wrapping your arms over her shoulders with a shuddered breath. You drop the boy’s hand, and he shoves both in his pockets, scuffing at the floor and flicking his hair back. She pats your back and chuckles into you.
“No problem. What are friends for?”
You grin and pull away, and her eyes sparkle in the dim bar light. And he doesn’t expect it, but you whip around and smile the biggest smile he’s ever seen, and it gets him all aflutter. All gooey and smirking.
“And you! You’re like the perfect guard dog. And a psychic, too!”
“At your service,” he coos, saluting just because it makes you laugh, “oh, and my name actually is Steve.”
“‘S nice to meet you… Steve.”
And he blushes because it couldn’t have sounded better if an angel came down and whispered it in his ear. It rolls off your tongue, and he’s embarrassed to say he’s flustered. Embarrassed to know you can probably tell by the way he rubs the back of his neck.
Then you frown.
“Shit, are you guys… are you a thing? I really didn’t mean to make this weird, sorry—”
“No!” Robin says, shaking her head wildly, her necklaces jingling against her collar.
“No?”
“Nope,” Steve chirps with a shrug. “She’s not into me, or else we’d totally—”
“Gross!” She smacks his arm and goes back to dancing.
“Ow—I’m kidding. Obviously.”
He rolls his eyes, and the corner of his mouth quirks up when he looks at you again. Happy to have you close and safe. And looking at him like he’s everything. You’re a stranger, and you’ve got him feeling rosier than he has in years. He’s a little glossy in the deep blue lights, fixing his tee and bouncing a little on his toes.
“So… did you leave your real boyfriend at home tonight, or…”
You chuckle.
“Nope! Don’t have one. Except you, now, I guess,” you tease, leaning close and pursing your lips. Then you shift back into your sore feet and glance at the smoky entrance. “Speaking of home…”
“You’re leaving?” His heart drops when you nod.
“Think I’ve had enough of old drunks tonight.”
“Oh. Yeah, that’s… that’s fair!” he huffs, watching you wave and turn on your heel. But how’s he supposed to let you go when he feels light headed and buzzed. He’s dead sober and you’re making him feel like a whole bottle of tequila.
And you’re shy to go, taking your time stepping between bumping bodies, trying to stave off your pout for the cab ride.
“Wait!”
He feels so loud, but he doesn’t care, hand cupped around his mouth when you beam back at him from the other side of a thick cluster of people. You duck back over to him, and he catches you against his chest in the tightly packed space. Like a couple of lowly sardines with nothing better to do. And your hand clasped over his heart beneath his own.
“You should stay. Dance. Don’t let that asshole ruin the night,” he huffs. Close enough that he doesn’t have to speak up for you to understand every word. “I’m her designated driver anyway; I’ll make sure you two get home in one piece. Promise.”
“How do I know I can trust you, Steve?”
He shrugs. “I’m your boyfriend.”
Your nose wrinkles when his hand curls into your waist, keeping you against him to make sure. He feels obligated. Protective and a little jealous when some frat guy licks his lips while eyeing you. And the way Steve flips him off is gratuitous. It’s smooth and quick and without a judgement call, and you’re too busy dancing to notice. Your lashes flutter closed, faint smile splitting your face when he guides the both of you closer to Robin, who is wildly flailing and miming the trumpet.
His lips part, cheek against your temple when he whispers, “want anything to drink?”
You shake your head and rest a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ve had a couple.”
He smiles, twirling you, gawking a little, trying not to drool. He’s a goner, winking at you and letting you spin him, too, just for him to trip enough for you to catch him in both hands.
“You sure you’re sober?” you tease. But he’s not so sure anymore. He’s fumbling now, losing balance for you, and fooling himself. But when you give him that toothy grin, he thinks you’re fooling him, too. He thinks he likes it this way.
“Lucid, sunshine.”
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol. 15
Hi friends!!
Welcome to week 15 of The Spreadsheet Digest! I read a lot of angst this week.... but there's plenty of really good smut and fluff to balance it out, I promise! Also 3/10 fics are from one author, but I promise their stuff is to die for.
You can find the Spreadsheet here and all of my previous rec lists here.
Recs under the funny BTS pic from Triple Frontier
Birds of Prey - a Tommy one shot by @toxicanonymity
I normally wouldn't rec a tommy fic, but!! First of all Toxic wrote it so like... duh. Second of all it's kind of a sidebar to her Raider!Joel series and I'm assuming it kind of comes into play later in that series so like you should read it. Also it's fucking delicious. Raider!Tommy is sooooo fucking hot.
Fall Apart, Again - a Joel series by @wildemaven
AHHHHH THE TWIST!!! Healthy dose of angst right up front in the first chapter with these lovely hints of more to come AND THEN!!! there's a twist. I can't tell you about the twist because that would ruin it, but like I thought I knew what it was, right? And the thing I thought was gonna happen did and I was like oh! I called it. But that was a fakeout. There's a bigger twist. Fucking.... wild man. You gotta read it. (Oh and wildemaven writes so beautifully. The descriptive language is to die for). Get it while it's hot kids.
Breakout - a Joel series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch
Boxer (now trainer) Joel!! Reader has an asshole boxer bf! I hope Joel gets to beat the shit out of Tyler tbh. I really fucking love Ren's writing style and the way she builds up the characterization. Like we learn so much about Joel's life and personality, Tyler and Reader's relationship dynamic, Reader's sort of (as yet unknown to them) kinship with Joel, Sarah and Joel's relationship, and more all in 7K words. This fic is going to be so fucking lovely. I think it's one of those "Oh my god that poor man deserves to be happy for once in his miserable little life" fics and I LOVE those.
This is the Way - a Din one shot by @psychedelic-ink
I thought this fic was gonna be silly! And I mean I guess it was. Certainly no angst. But if you think accidentally moaning This is the Way would be silly.... you think wrong. The way Mando responded??? Good god this fic is hot, y'all. I just like... does Din have a breeding kink? Is it the fact that she said it when he creampied her and like... the marriage vow thing is "we will raise warriors" ??? Sorry I'm speculating a lot here. I just... anyway yeah feral din. very hot.
The Art of Healing - a Marcus Pike series by @northernbluess
This is such a gorgeous fic. It has a lot of discussion of ED recovery, so please read warnings and take care of yourself and don't read if it will hurt you BUT!!! The way the topic is handled in the fic is so fucking beautiful. Marcus is a precious angel baby and Jo is so so so strong and wonderful. It's really lovely to follow along with her therapy and see what she paints. It's also incredible watching her bond with Marcus grow. It's a slow burn, therapist x OFC, with lots of angst but also so many of these like... really tender and sweet moments. It's so clearly a story that is coming from the heart and I adore it and can't wait to read more.
Exile - a Javi P series by @jksprincess10
Ok big warning up front -- she killed steve lmao. That's how reader ends up being Javi's partner. I really love how Javi's dickish demeanor from early season one is being played up here. Big fuckin fan. I just know this is gonna be a beautiful smutty enemies to lovers extravaganza.
Only Angel - a Javi P series by @tieronecrush
I really like professor peña. Like it makes a lot of sense that he'd do that after retiring. I love the concept of this fic so much. And the tension is being built up so fucking well. Javi pining and chastising himself. The subtle mention of reader doing something to support herself that is definitely not TAing. I would be more than happy to be Javi's extraneous circumstance. Anywayyyy I fucking love this and I'm so excited for the next chapter ahhhh.
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I grabbed a giant chunk off the older half of the sheet so there's a pretty good section where it's just one author lol. Oh and a lot of these are on AO3 but several of the stories were also posted on tumblr, I just read them on AO3 for whatever reason.
One Thing I'm Missing - a Joel series by @joelscruff
Sex, Drugs, and... Tacos - a Dieter one shot by @absurdthirst
Deseos Profundos - Javi P one shot by @absurdthirst
Le Trio De Fleur - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst
Chemical Feelings - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst
Menace - a Joel one shot by @atinylittlepain
I'll Never Fall in Love Again - a Dieter series by OonaJaeAdira (on AO3)
Stress Relief - a Javi P one shot by ezrasbirdie (on AO3)
Waterproof - a Dieter one shot by LeslieLyman (on AO3)
Starlight - a Din Series by LovelessDagger (on AO3)
Let the right one in - a Joel Series by LaMorenadelAtl (on AO3)
Dark but just a game - a Joel One shot by devilmademewriteit (on AO3)
Celestial Navigation - Dieter Series by @write-and-buried
Extra Whipped Cream - a Dieter Series by @pettyprocrastination
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Happy Reading!
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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 19
stranger things
eddie munson x reader
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fem/witch/goth!reader, sweetheart!eddie, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, no y/n only pet names, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, consensual pursuit and capture, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, reader’s father is a dirtbag, mild spanking, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, break-ups, angst with a happy ending, tags will be updated as needed
Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?
Weird weird?
He shrugged. He liked weird.
In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.
note: We're still in Angstville, but not for long, I promise.
19
It was official. Eddie was screwed. And not in the hot-and-heavy kind of way, either. No, screwed in the cosmic sense. Screwed in the ‘everyone is out for my blood’ way. Well, maybe not everyone. Dustin wasn’t. Neither were Nancy Wheeler (what), Robin Buckley (surprising), or Max Mayfield (shocking). Or even the king himself, Steve Harrington (what the absolute fuck).
He sat on an upturned bucket and watched the sunlight glint off the ripples of Lover’s Lake. He should find a better hiding place than under a shitty tarp in this boathouse. He really, really should. Yet he sat, letting his eyes unfocus and refocus.
Dustin had said the idea of Hawkins being cursed wasn’t far off. You’d said something was wrong with this town. That wasn’t a coincidence.
Jesus Christ, you’d known all along. Eddie should’ve paid attention. You were a witch, after all. You saw things no one else saw — or at least he didn’t. He hadn’t paid attention, though. Oh, he listened to you. He got inspired by you. But…
But he’d been a fucking idiot, even after you’d demonstrated magic was real.
In November — fucking November — you’d claimed someone had taken magic from you. He hadn’t known what you meant when you apologized and cried you wouldn’t look again. You hadn’t been apologizing to him, precisely. You’d been appeasing that someone.
Now he knew that someone was Vecna, a dark wizard from another world.
Before Chrissy’s death, he would’ve laughed at the things Dustin had told him on Saturday. Laughed his fucking ass off. Not anymore, though. He’d seen too much.
Like, he could accept magic was real. Your magic was real. It felt good, but the curse that killed Chrissy didn’t. That wasn’t like your magic. You weren’t like Vecna. You were good, determined, and intense. Maybe if you’d been there, you could’ve saved her.
Shit, Chrissy shouldn’t have been at his place. He shouldn’t have offered her harder drugs that afternoon, and he definitely shouldn’t have been kinda, sorta flirty with her.
With a snort, he thought he shouldn’t have done a lot of things.
He shouldn’t have paused the relationship with you. He’d ruined one of the best things that had ever happened to him. If he’d been less of a dickwad, he would’ve been with you on Friday. You and him could’ve skipped school together, gone for chili cheese fries and a huge cookies-and-cream shake. After, he could’ve played some new songs for you to show his dedication to getting the fuck out of this shit town.
Then he would’ve made up for lost time. He wanted to kiss you so bad, to feel your hands on him; your touch a sweet mercy he could call his own. He would’ve done anything you’d let him. He would’ve been anything to get back in your good graces — been your dog, your slave, your whipping boy.
At this point, he didn’t care if you’d respect him less. He respected himself less. He’d been such a coward by running away. As Chrissy suffered, he screamed and fell on his ass. He hadn’t tried to help her or wake her or break the curse. No, he’d left her to die in his uncle’s living room.
God, Wayne.
Wayne must’ve guessed why a cheerleader was there in the first place, and Eddie doubted Wayne thought it was because she was interested in him. For the most part, he kept the drug dealing away from the trailer. He didn’t want Wayne to get in trouble with the law. Wayne looked the other way, because he understood dealing was fast money.
Fast money let Eddie concentrate on music, and Wayne supported his pursuit. Also, Wayne believed he only sold weed. Wayne didn’t agree with outlawing a plant. He’d said, “God put that plant on the Earth and let humans find it and understand what it can do. Who are we to question God?”
While Eddie maintained his atheism, he couldn’t disagree with Wayne’s reasoning.
Now though— Now Wayne knew he sold more than weed. He couldn’t recall where the tin of ketamine had gone. He hoped no one had blamed Wayne for that. Or worse, if Wayne had covered for him. He’d never be able to pay him back for that.
A boat motor revved and started to drone closer. Eddie jumped to his feet, gaze darting around the boathouse. Climbing into the boat and throwing the tarp over himself would take too long. He tip-toed to the crowded, shadowed back wall and crouched.
A shabby fishing boat puttered by with two old codgers squinting and pointing at some sign of fish. They didn’t glance his way. Still, someone would eventually.
Yeah, he really, really needed a better hiding place.
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The Monday evening news had disclosed the second murder victim’s name. ‘Fred Benson’ hadn’t rung any bells. You’d studied his class portrait on the screen, trying to place his face. Mom had asked if you knew him, but you hadn’t been sure. You’d moved closer to the TV before recognition hit.
You and Fred shared a Physics class. He sat at the front of your row. He was a gawky nerd who wore these horrible brown glasses and had a gnarly scar on his cheek that no one ever mentioned. The Fred on screen hadn’t had the scar or worn those particular pair of glasses. It must’ve been an earlier portrait.
The newspaper on Tuesday had a full write-up on Fred. He’d been a journalist for Hawkins High’s The Weekly Streak, which explained why he’d been in Forest Hills on Saturday. You guessed he’d been investigating Chrissy’s death or collecting quotes about her from mourners.
So, the connection between Chrissy and Fred wasn’t being seniors at Hawkins High, it was Forest Hills. If the killer had remained in the area for over 24 hours, the cops should’ve caught him. Forest Hills wasn’t a sprawling neighborhood. There was a main road that T’ed into a dead-end with the other arm connecting to a side road. The surrounding woods weren’t dense, either.
Unless the lazy fucking cops weren’t looking too hard because they were confident about who the killer was.
As the Monday newscast had continued to the next story, you’d thought of running away with Eddie to Mexico. You could drive during the day while Eddie took the night. To keep tears at bay, you named the states you’d have to drive through: Indiana, Illinois, Arkansas, Texas. Or, depending on the highway system: Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas.
You’d made yourself grin when you remembered how you always wanted to see more of America.
By that night, you’d found a locator spell. It hadn’t been ideal, but it was simple. There was ample attachment between you and Eddie to see where he hid. Unfortunately, you couldn’t identify anything. He sat at an unfamiliar dining table in the dark. All sorts of things littered the table, none of which were helpful.
However, there was water nearby. A body of water. It lapped at a shore.
When you’d pulled the local map from the kitchen junk drawer and spread it over the island, you laughed. There was an unnamed lake in the middle of your neighborhood of Loch Nora. To the north was Lover’s Lake. Going east was Tippecanoe, then Lake Jordan. Between them was Sattler’s Quarry. Not to mention all the little lakes dotting the woods. There was even a creek near Forest Hills.
You hadn’t thought Eddie foolish enough to stay that close to home.
You’d folded the map and returned it to the drawer. There were too many possibilities. You couldn’t knock on every door of every house by every lake in Roane County.
You’d seen the sun rise on Tuesday. The dream of falling between billowing dark clouds, of being bitten, of claiming and being claimed in return followed you into consciousness. The little creatures weren’t your enemy. They sought you. They bided their time until your return.
That was just dream logic, though. Creatures like that didn’t exist, but how you wished to summon them. You’d order them to find Eddie and lead you to him.
Since that was impossible, you’d changed into work clothes, went through your morning routine, and began making breakfast. Mom came into the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed in her own work clothes. She wanted to spring clean, insisting everything was dusty or needed a polishing, and had appointed you as her assistant.
You could’ve protested or feigned grief over Chrissy’s and Fred’s deaths, yet you hadn’t. After the previous night’s disappointment, you’d needed a break to gather your thoughts and devise another way to find Eddie.
Once your father had left for the day, you and Mom got to work vacuuming and dusting and rearranging. When he’d returned, he grumbled the house smelled like Pine-Sol. With a smile, Mom replied he was welcome to enjoy dinner al fresco all by himself if he wished. He said the house looked good and retreated to the master bedroom to change.
Mom had quirked an eyebrow at you and asked if you wanted to order Chinese for dinner.
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Eddie didn’t know how he’d done it, but he made it to Skull Rock. Oh, he’d tripped over every fallen branch and nearly brained himself in the dark. He’d smacked his shoulders on every tree trunk on the way too, but he made it.
Leaves and burrs and dirt clung to his drenched clothes. Catching his breath, he shook the walkie. It sloshed and gurgled.
Yeah, it was dead, no more, ceased to be, bereft of life, kicked the bucket. May it rest in peace.
He tossed the walkie among the leaves and garbage.
The woods were quiet. He listened for the telltale rustling of anyone pursuing him, but nothing. He couldn’t blame Carver and his lackeys for staying behind. Seeing McKinney hoisted out of the water by absolutely nothing and murdered in the most vicious way tended to sideline a chase.
While he didn’t like any of those meatheads, no one deserved that. Chrissy hadn’t. Neither had Fred Benson. McKinney might’ve been an asshole — or kept company with a bunch — but Eddie never wanted him dead.
Jesus H. Christ, why did this shit keep happening around him?
Maybe they weren’t the only ones who were cursed. Eddie had witnessed Vecna kill two out of three victims. It was like Vecna followed him. Now that he thought about it, he should’ve asked to see you after Dustin had explained dark wizards and other dimensions. Surely, you had a spell or something that would conceal him.
God, if you’d even see him. You had to be pissed at him. Dustin reported you’d believed Chrissy had been there for drugs. That didn’t mean you weren’t done with him. Dustin also said you demanded to help, but he’d refused. Eddie agreed, wanting to keep you safe and out of this mess. That was sure to piss you off as well.
And yeah, he should’ve found a better hiding place. He should’ve moved on when the Scooby Gang figured out where he was, yet he hadn’t. Look where that had gotten him: eating two-year-old Uh-Oh Spaghetti-O’s, meatheads hot on his heels, and falling in a goddamn lake in fucking March.
Though the night wasn’t chilly, he shivered. From the adrenaline rush or the cold, wet clothes, he couldn’t tell. However, he knew he needed to get out of his clothes. He stripped to his boxers before wringing and draping each piece on the surrounding boulders.
By some miracle, his keys and lucky D10 were still in the pocket of his leather jacket. In the other interior pocket, his pack of cigarettes was soaked. He fished the lighter out and tapped the pack on the boulder. With any luck — ha! — they’d dry.
He played with the chain looping around the busted wrist zipper. You said you’d blessed it. He kissed the chain before crawling under the main boulder. He needed all the blessings he could get right now.
-
You pulled out the proverbial big guns with Agnes Jemimah Israel’s book, An Elementary Treatise, Formulary, and Encyclopedia of the Occult Sciences. Someone should’ve workshopped the title with her, because while descriptive, it was a mouthful.
Birds chirped in the tree nearest your open window. The morning sun slanted over the foot of your unmade bed and reflected off the floor. You were sure the light warmed it, but you couldn’t feel it.
Your parents had already left for work. Your father’s car backed down the driveway an hour ago. That gave you almost eight hours to ascertain where Eddie hid, pack what you’d need, and leave town with him.
That was, if you could find Eddie.
Lucky for you, Israel’s book was in alphabetical order. You read the exhaustive article on location finding, which referred to dowsing. You weren’t looking for anything in the ground, though. There was nothing on tracking or trailing, either.
You stood from the desk and paced your room. This wasn’t working. Eddie should’ve come to you and explained what had happened. He should know you wouldn’t judge. Things would’ve been so much easier if he’d just thrown pebbles at your window on Friday night. If you’d skipped school like he’d wanted, he wouldn’t have had to.
No, he wouldn’t miss D&D.
While he concluded the campaign, you could’ve told Mom you were spending the night at a friend’s and waited at Eddie’s. Then Chrissy Cunningham would’ve never shown up to be murdered because Eddie would’ve been rushing home to you. Or your dead body. Maybe you would’ve been the first victim.
You sighed.
That’s not what happened, though. And you couldn’t dwell on these potentials. They hadn’t happened and couldn’t happen.
You left your room, stomping all the way to the kitchen. Of course, you weren’t hungry. You hadn’t been hungry in days. You didn’t so much sleep as go unconscious. The plants you’d potted had no scent. Food was flavorless. Sunlight didn’t warm your skin. All because of some unknown enemy was cursing you nightly.
You slapped your hands on the counter. That should’ve stung. It didn’t.
You snarled.
Who the hell had you pissed off? Was it the one who’d stolen your magic?
It started Friday night—
Wait.
Chrissy’s murder had been on Friday night; Fred’s on Saturday night. You’d had nightmarish headaches both nights. Of course, that could be chance, pure coincidence, a fluke. Your 'enemy' could be cursing you right now. Which meant it wasn’t tied to either murder. Someone just hated you.
You drew the medicine bag from under your shirt. There was one way to tell…
Though, if you took it off and another headache incapacitated you, Eddie would be stuck wherever he was for who knows how long, and your parents could find you unconscious on the kitchen floor. On the other hand, there might be a link between the murders and your headaches. If you took off the medicine bag and were ambushed with pain, you’d learn that fact too late.
You pointed out the headaches only came at night. And the one who’d stolen your magic had only gotten to you when you’d used it to see into an alternate reality, like your world inverted and in ruins. You weren’t doing that now, and it was daytime.
Okay, so, if you took off the medicine bag and nothing happened, your headaches could be connected with the murders. If you took it off and suffered, well, the headaches probably weren’t. But you’d be out of commission. Which would put a damper on your plans.
You snorted.
“This is so fucking stupid.”
If your headaches were connected to the murders, you could do something. Maybe? You didn’t want anyone else to die. However, you’d been cut off at the knees with your innate magic gone. What the hell could you do? Really? You were a pie without the filling.
And yet, you wore physical evidence of magic. You had magic — just not the kind you were used to. So maybe you had a little filling in your metaphysical pie.
You sighed, thinking you could go around and around for hours with this argument.
“Fuck, fuck— Fuck it.”
You whipped the medicine bag off your neck. The world spun with heat and color and sensation. Your soft pajamas swayed against your skin. The satiny kitchen tiles chilled your soles. Your palms were warm from smacking the counter. Your legs buckled under the sudden rush. Dust motes rippled in the light. Mint from your toothpaste lingered on your tongue. Sweat gathered at your hairline, above your lip, on your neck, in the creases of your body.
Your vision narrowed and grayed. You landed on your knees, falling to the side. Your trembling arms couldn’t hold you upright. Elbows banged on the floor. You grunted at the dual twinges.
Now this close to the floor, you realized your father was right: the house smelled like Pine-Sol.
A metallic peal crashed into your consciousness. You hummed in question, rolling onto your back. Whatever was underneath you was blissfully cool and smooth. You starfished and purred. It really was nice.
The peal came again. You opened your eyes. The ceiling wasn’t your ceiling. A fridge’s ice maker rattled. Your room didn’t have a fridge.
Because you weren’t in your room.
You sat, eyes wide. Your head swam.
The peal pierced the silence. That was the phone. You were downstairs. You’d taken off the medicine bag and fainted. The answering machine would kick on after the next ring.
You crawled below the phone and used the fridge’s paneling to steady yourself on your knees.
Before the phone could ring again, you yanked the handset from the cradle. It almost whacked you on the forehead. You struggled to make your hands work as you brought the handset to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Honey, it’s Mom.”
“Hey, hi…”
“We just heard on the radio the police have identified a suspect.”
You slumped to the floor, praying it wasn’t who you thought it was.
Not waiting for a reply, she continued, “We’re going to a town hall meeting this afternoon, but I want you to stay home. Alright? No going to a friend’s house.”
“Uh, sure.”
“We’ll be home early.”
“Okay, no prob,” you said, despite there being a major problem.
“Call your father’s direct line if you need anything. We’ll be here until about 1:30.”
“You got it. See you soon.”
She said she loved you, which you returned and ended the call. You rose onto your knees and placed the handset back in its cradle.
“Shit.”
According to the microwave clock, you’d lost nearly an hour and a half. That was time you hadn’t been searching for a tracking spell to find your idiot metalhead. You stood and dusted yourself off. At least, you thought, you weren’t suffering with a headache from hell.
The medicine bag lay on the island counter. You didn’t put it on. First, you wanted food. You made yourself the best turkey sandwich ever and ate it over the sink. The lunchmeat was juicy, mustard tangy, bread hearty. You drank apple juice straight from the carton. Before leaving the kitchen, you stole a few cookies from the pantry.
In the living room, you turned on the TV and changed the channel to a local station. Between commercials, the news teased information about another teen murder with a full report at noon. That was about a half an hour away.
You finished the last cookie, then rushed upstairs to change clothes and sort out your hair. There was still a chance you could find the proper spell and cast it before your parents came home. It was hard to imagine leaving most of the things in your room behind save for your occult supplies, purse, and what you wore. However, you’d do it — for Eddie.
Returning to the living room, you sat on the edge of the sofa and turned up the TV’s volume. The repeated dinging from The Price Is Right hurt your ears, but you wouldn’t lower the volume. You needed to hear the upcoming report.
After the commercial break, the newscaster opened the program by announcing the top story was another murder. They then segued to the crew at the scene. The reporter there had the usual spiel about breaking news. You rolled your eyes, wanting them to get on with it.
The report cut to the chief of police standing in front of a tan house.
“As you may know by now, the Roane County Line received a call after midnight reporting a homicide out here on the lake,” the chief said. “Officer Callahan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover’s Lake, about ten yards from the house you see behind me.” He gestured towards said house. “It was there that we found the victim—” Flipping a page in his notebook, he read, “An eighteen-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick McKinney. His limbs— His body; it had suffered identical injuries to previous homicides on Friday and Saturday night. There was an eyewitness at the time of this murder… We’ve also identified a person of interest—” He presented a large black-and-white photo of a face all-too familiar. “—Eddie Munson.”
The chief continued talking, but your ears rang too loud, too high pitched, to hear him. They thought Eddie was the killer. Your Eddie, who called his guitar ‘sweetheart’ and wore mismatching socks and constantly misplaced his homework and paled at the sight of blood. They thought he murdered a cheerleader and a nerd.
If the locals found Eddie, they wouldn’t bother with a trial. They’d kill him in the town square.
Your full stomach roiled. You choked, but you couldn’t tell on what. You tripped to the kitchen and bent over the sink. Nothing came out. A wrenching gag turned into a sob. It reverberated in the sink.
They would hunt him down.
Your face heated.
They’d take their fears out on him.
The sink blurred. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. What was the point of it all? You were going to lose him, and no one wanted justice. They wanted someone to blame, and he was an easy target, but you loved him, you loved him, and you’d never told him. They were going to take him from you, and there was nothing you could do. Spit and snot and tears dribbled into the sink. You were weak and powerless, but oh fuck, you loved him too much to let him go. You’d never let him go, even if you went down with him.
You gasped and keened and tried to inhale, but that only welcomed a fresh wave of sobbing. Your hands ached from gripping the sink edge. Your chest burned from lack of air.
After a deep yet stuttering breath, your tears slowed. You released your hold and turned on the tap to cup cold water in your hands. You wet your hot face again and again. The water cleared your head. You pressed cool fingers to your swollen eyelids, then ran them over your neck.
The cops hadn’t found Eddie, which was why they mentioned him. He’d evaded them. They hadn’t brought formal charges against him, either. All of those points were slight comforts.
You patted your face dry with a paper towel and sighed. At least one semi-positive thing came from that report: You’d been right about him hiding near a body of water. Of course, you hadn’t recognized the house or its contents. You hadn’t known people lived around Lover’s Lake.
If Eddie was on-foot, he’d be in the surrounding woods. You were confident the cops would conduct a manhunt. Well, you’d have your own.
With another sigh, you realized ‘hunt’ was the term Israel most likely used. Why hadn’t you thought of that? You weren’t trailing him. You didn’t care about where he’d been. You wanted to know where he was.
You grabbed the medicine bag from the counter, switched off the TV, and hurried to your room. Israel’s book remained open on your desk. You paged backward in the book until you saw H subheadings, then paged forward until you found the subheading for Hunt.
Your heart sank as you read the requirements for a basic hunting spell. You needed a corporal component from your prey. Not just a name or a picture or an article of clothing. Only hair, skin, nails, or body fluids.
Not only had you cleaned your room numerous times since Eddie had last been in it, you’d done laundry and cleaned out your backpack. You had a copy of Metallica’s latest album from him and three notes you two had passed back and forth in class. That wasn’t enough.
You couldn’t break into the Munson’s for a few strands of Eddie’s hair. It was the scene of a crime. You doubted the cops had allowed Wayne to return. There was no way some beat cop would let you, a non-resident, waltz into that trailer for anything. And only Eddie knew where he’d ditched his van.
What a fucking joke.
Eddie was less than ten miles away, but you couldn’t get to him.
You supposed you could hike through the woods around Lover’s Lake, hoping to stumble across him. Maybe you could dowse for him with, like, sticks, you joked. The area was no doubt swarming with cops, though — even with that town hall meeting starting soon. If they caught you, you wouldn’t know how to explain it.
You were a sicko. You wanted to see a dead body. You needed to drink from the cursed lake that killed Patrick McKinney, your sworn nemesis, whom you’d never met nor shared classes with. You sought to join Eddie Munson’s hellish crusade. Praise Satan, or whatever.
Putting your forehead on your folded arms, you laughed until you hiccuped a sob.
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Heartbreaker- (Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader x Steve Harrington Smut)
Warning- blowjob, handjob, 69, face sitting, some sexual innuendos, smut, edging, sub!Eddie? And sex.
(Previously , Next)
Welcome to your life..There's no turning back…
You were in a nice deep sleep when you feel the blankets yanked off of you.
“Are you fucking Eddie Munson?” You snort and wake up dazed and confused as in why Lucas just disturbed your beauty sleep.
“Huh? What? Who?” You mumble as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Are you fucking Eddie Munson?” Lucas repeats.
“I mean technically he’s fucking me, but that’s besides the point. Who told you?” You ask as you see that it’s four in the morning.
Oh you are going to kill this kid.
“Don’t worry about how I found out. How in the world did that happen? I thought you said that you and Eddie were just friends.” Lucas asks. “Well now he’s my special friend, can you get out? I want to go back to sleep. I mean not even God himself is up this early.” You mumble as you yank the blankets back from him.
“No, I’m telling my mom and dad. This shit is ridiculous.” You spring up so fast you almost make your cousin jump.
“If you tell them I will make sure they know what you have under your bed, to the left.” Lucas’ eyes widen and he steps back. “You’re lying.” He says trying to see if you’re bluffing.
“I know what I saw under that bed and I have to say, that is disgusting, and you better get a therapist while you’re at it. Ew.”‘ You shiver as you get back into bed. “Oh and Lucas?”
“What?” He calls over his shoulder. “If you ever threaten me again or wake me up at the fucking ass crack of dawn, I will murder you. And you know I can make it look like an accident. I watch way too many horror movies, you little butthead.” He leaves your room in a huff and you cuddle up with your pillow, letting sleep take you again.
***
Lucas wasn’t talking to you and you didn’t care. How dare he keep up with this behavior. You’re not some child to be watched after.
And so whenever you two are in the room you give each other the silent treatment. If he was going to play this game, oh you knew how to play it better.
It was Thursday afternoon and you were in the kitchen making a sandwich. After you cut your Turkey deluxe in triangles, you go sit on the back deck with your treat along with some sweet ice tea. You take a nice big bite out of your sandwich and relax.
“Olivia can you come here please?” You stare off into the distance hearing your Aunt calling you and you get up. Praying that whatever request she has doesn’t take away from your relaxation time.
“You rang?” You ask while taking another bite of your sandwich. “Lucas and his friends are over by the park. I was wondering if you could pick them up and drop them off to their D&D club. I would do it but I have a hair appointment.” You nod taking another bite. “Sure thing.”
“And whatever is going on between you and Lucas, please stop.” She says as she starts heading out the door. “Lucas started it, Aunt Susan!” You call off after her. But she was already out the door.
You roll your eyes and finish off your treats and then go change your clothes because you knew who else was going to be at that D&D club.
You were pulling up to the park and you stop by Lucas and his friends. “Your chariot awaits boys.” You call off behind your yellow ray-bands. “What are you doing here? I thought my mom was coming to pick us up.” Lucas asks with an attitude that you didn’t care or ask for.
“Well she had to get her hair done and she asked me to come instead. Are you getting in the car or not?” You ask, getting annoyed by the minute.
“Nope, we can walk. Come on guys.” He stops when he noticed Dustin and Mike aren’t following him. “I don’t want to walk.”
“Yeah my ankles are on fire from the walk we just took.” Dustin and Mike tell him. “Fine then I’ll walk. I’ll meet you guys there.” Lucas tries to walk off but you crawl the car beside him. “Lucas get in the car.”
“No, I said I’ll walk.” You stop the car for his friends and once they’re in you crawl the car besides him again. “Lucas stop being stupid, get in the car. If you don’t I’ll crawl this car beside you the whole walk there and pretend I’m an old lady trying to kidnap children. I’ll make it weird you know me.” He stops and glares at you. He simply yanks the car door open and gets in the back with Mike.
You drive down the street and turn on the radio. You glance at Lucas in the rear view mirror and he was staring out the window. You sigh to yourself and feel a hand on your knee.
“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” Dustin says to you. You fake a smile at him and stop at the stop light.
“Dustin, you’re sweet, really. But if you don’t take that hand off of my knee I will twist those little fingers off.” He snatches his hand back and apologizes. You hear laughter in the back and see Mike and Lucas were laughing. You two lock eyes and he looks away.
You park by the meet up spot for their club and they all get out. You call out to Lucas and he stops in his tracks. “What Olivia?”
“I know you think Eddie is going to hurt me but I have this handled I promise you. I won’t let that happen. So please stop giving me the cold shoulder. I don’t know about you but I miss hanging out with my little cousin.”
Lucas gives a sigh. “It’s not Eddie that I’m worried about. I know how you get with guys and Eddie is my friend. I don’t want you to dump him when you’re bored. He’s a good guy.”
“I know he’s a good guy. And I like Eddie a lot. So I wouldn’t hurt him. Dumping him isn’t a thought in my mind, Lucas. Promise.” You tell him. He nods and leans in. “Alright, I guess I can forgive you. Eddie has been happy for these past few weeks, and the campaign has been going great.”
“See that’s good. Now go to your dweeb and dweeb club.”
“It’s D&D club, Liv.” Lucas explains. “I thought that’s what it stood for.” You two laugh and he starts to walk off but you stop him. “Hey we still on for basketball tomorrow? I wanted to ask you sooner but we weren’t really talking.” He gives a smirk. “Oh yeah, we are. I gotta wipe the floor with you.” You fake being offended. “Oh it’s on Lucas, bring your tissues because I’m sending you crying home to your mama.” He laughs and jogs off inside.
A minute later Eddie comes out of the house and he walks over to you, he leans down so that you both are at eye level and he smiles. “Hey Hollywood.”
“Hey pretty boy.” He leans in and you two kiss. “So, a little birdie told me and by birdie I mean Henderson, that you are a horror movies junkie.”
“Oh hell yeah, you should see my horror collection it is sick.” You tell him cheerfully. “Good, well I got us tickets to go see Chopping Mall. He mentioned that you wanted to see that and Little Shop Of Horrors.” You were beaming.
“Really?! Oh come here!” You pull him in by his shirt and you kiss him. When you two separate, Eddie looked happy with his reward. “I hope to get more of that tonight. I’ll pick you up around seven.” You nod and as he starts walking away you call out after him.
“Your ass is looking good in those jeans Munson!” You say as you whistle. He turns around and struts off into the house causing a fit of laughter to come from you.
***
You were stuck between your red leather skirt, and your plain black one, when Erica came into your room to see what you were doing.
“Where are you going?” She asks as she steps in looking at your choices. “Out. Which skirt would look good with this top?” You ask her. “With who? And the top looks best with the red one. Are you going to wear the jacket that goes with it?”
You nod at her choice and go with that. “With someone. Do you think it’ll look good with my Reebok and slouch socks?” She taps her chin and nods. “Is the who Eddie Munson or Steve Harrington? And put your hair up, it’ll make the outfit cute.”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, Erica. You know what you’re right, my hair up will make the outfit cute.”
You two go back and forth with the why are you going out, until she just finally asks.
“So who is your boyfriend? Eddie or Steve.” You shrug as you twist your hair up into a mass of cute loose curls. “Both.” You simply answer as you look yourself in the mirror.
She makes a face. “Do they know that?” You avoid her eyes in the mirror and grab your stuff to shower. “They will soon enough, hey do you want me to bring you back some candy?” She shakes her head. “Nope, I’m spending the night at Tori’s and her parents already got us a lot of snacks. But you go and have fun with boyfriend number one.” She leaves the room and you roll your eyes at the girl.
Erica is something else and she is your favorite sassy cousin after all.
After you were, scrubbed, plucked, and shaved you were nicely lotioned up and slipping on your shoes. You do a little twirl in the mirror and grab your circle shades. “Liv, you are a goddess. All the boys are going to bow down to you in this outfit. Even Michael Jackson is going to ask you out on a date.” You kiss your mirror and grab your wallet on the way out.
When you make it downstairs you check the time and you see light in the driveway. You tell your Aunt and Uncle you’ll be back soon and you head out the door to see Eddie in his van.
He hops out and he whistles at you. “If you were a pepper you’d be a chili red pepper, Hollywood.” You give a smirk at his compliment and he helps you into the van. “Thanks pretty boy. And you’re looking mighty handsome over there.” Eddie was wearing a black leather jacket, his shirt was cropped a bit to show off his happy trail, and he had on black skinny jeans with old beat up converses.
“Well Hollywood I wanted to make sure I look good for our date.” He says as he pulls out of the driveway. “And you look good. I think you should wear crop tops more often.” You say still eyeing his happy trail.
“Oh yeah? Well maybe I’ll crop more of my shirts for you.” You eyes him up and down and hide the smirk on your lips. “You are such a dweeb.”
“I’m your dweeb.” He retorts. “Yes, that you are, pretty boy. That you are.”
When Eddie parks the van, he hops out and helps you down. Pulling you close to his side. His arm was around your shoulder and you inhale his scent. He smelled like good weed and some cologne. He smelled good to you.
As you two walked into the theater you see it’s lively for a Thursday night. “I’ll get the snacks, you get us some good seats okay, baby?” You feel a flutter in your stomach hearing him call you that. You nod and he hands you your ticket.
“You sure you don’t want help carrying the snacks?” Ask him before walking away. “Yeah, I’m sure, just get us some good seats.”
When you get to the room you look around and you find a nice spot in the back corner. You place your jacket down and sit there waiting for Eddie so you could flag him over.
As you watch everyone finding a spot and just shootin the shit you feel someone sit beside you. You turn and see.
“Dustin! What the hell are you-how did all of you get in here? This movie is rated R and last I checked none of you are even sixteen yet.” You hiss at the boys. “We told them that we were with you and they let us come in.” Lucas says with a devilish smile.
“Go find other seats, I am on a date. If neither of you could tell!” You snap at them. Mike was about to get up but Dustin stays seated. “Who are you on a date with?” He asks. “With me.” Eddie’s voice makes them all freeze.
“Hi, Eddie. You look nice.” Dustin says to him. “Come on, guys let’s go sit somewhere else.” Lucas gets up and Mike follows. Eddie was giving Dustin a raised brow and that’s when Dustin finally got the hint.
“Oh? Is this seat yours? Uh I was just keeping it warm for you.” Dustin quickly gets up and you grab your jacket off of the seat so Eddie can sit down. “Sorry about the wait, I didn’t know if you wanted skittles or starbursts. So I got you both.” He hands them to you and you accept them happily.
“You know the pink and red starbursts are the best in the pack. And if anyone tells you the yellow ones are the best, walk away from them immediately.” You open the starbursts and dig through to grab a red one. “I’m glad you’re a candy connoisseur, Hollywood. So I heard this movie was so gory a group of people left the theater throwing up.” You smile wide as you pass him a pink starburst.
“They said that about the exorcist, I went back for a double feature.” Eddie gives you a side eye. “You're more of a freak than I am, aren’t you Hollywood?” You nod as you take a sip of your drink. “Maybe I’ll be your Freddy Krueger and haunt your dreams tonight, is that freaky enough for you, pretty boy?” Eddie taps his chin and then shakes his head.
“How can you be my Freddy Krueger when you don’t even come close to being a nightmare on any street.”
Oh the kid is smooth tonight!
You touch his chin and pull him close. “Remember that when I appear in your nightmares from this day forward, Eddie Munson.” You go to kiss him but feel eyes on you. You glance over and see Lucas, Mike and Dustin staring but quickly look away.
“Looks like we got an audience, pretty boy.” You point out. He looks over at them and then back at you. “Those boys aren’t going to stop my show.” He captures your lips and kisses you, until the light turn off in the theater.
You felt a bit winded by this kiss. And he brings you close so you’re cuddled up with him. As the trailers play you whisper to him. “Do you like scary movies?” He nods and leans in to whisper back. “Oh course, and I especially love the bloody ones.”
“Oh really?” The trailer does a loud boom and Eddie jumps which makes you scoot closer to him. “Don’t worry pretty boy, if anything goes bump in the night your Freddy Krueger got it for you.”
“Oh shut up.” He says as you see a smile on his face in the dark of the movie…
***
You were on the edge of your seat as the killer robot searched for their last victim. You chew your popcorn and feel the thrill from the movie. Just when the final girl thinks she’s making it out of the mall the robot guts her and you lean over near Eddie. “That blood effect is so cool, right?” You ask chewing on some more popcorn.“Yeah…” He groans.
When the lights came on you stretched and stood up. “That was bitchin. Especially when the last girl got her head crushed under the mall gate. Her eyes looked like little tomatoes! But I have to say the killer shocked the shit out of me. What was your favorite part, Pretty boy?” You look over at him and his face was pale.
“Are you okay?” He nods and you look over at Lucas and his friends. They all looked pale. When you glance back at Eddie he had got up and he was holding his stomach. “So getting spaghetti after would be a bad idea huh?” He makes a gag noise and he runs out of the theater. You hide a smile with your hand and go after your dweeb of a boyfriend.
When he finally emerged from the bathroom you come up to him and he was pouting. “You said spaghetti on purpose.” You bring your hands up and cradle his face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know you’d actually hurl. I won’t say anymore about the movie. Is that better?” You say as you kiss his lips.
He shakes his head. “No, but you can make it up to me.” He pulls you in and leans you against the wall. “Mm, in public? You little pervert.” He brings his knee between your legs and you nuzzle your nose against his. “Maybe I am a pervert, but only when you’re around.” Eddie says as he leans in to kiss you.
“Excuse me.” You both move apart when you hear one of the attendants interrupt. You both laugh and leave outside. As you both get outside you hear Thriller from Michael Jackson playing from a car in the parking lot.
You start moving your hips and turn to Eddie singing for him.
“…You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run…you feel the cold hand and wonder if you’ll ever see the sun…”
You raise your hands like they’re claws and do the zombie dance from the music video and he rolls his eyes at you. “Alright spookywood, I don’t know about you but I’m not ready to go home just yet, you wanna go for a ride?”
“Sure, wait are you not ready to go home because you’re scared?” You wiggle your brows at him and he leads you back to the van. “You are something else, Hollywood. But how does pizza sound?”
“Make it extra pepperonis and cheese and you got a deal.”
The van was parked at the local pizza shop and you two were inside waiting for the pie to be done.
You were sitting on Eddie’s lap just talking about some up coming concerts and how you two wanted to go to some of them. “Kiss is doing a concert but the closest show is in New York.” He tells you. “Okay, do you wanna go?” He chuckles as he rubs your lower back. “You know what I love about you, Hollywood? You don’t hesitate for shit. I can say let’s go sky diving, and you’ll be like rad, let’s go. You are just amazing.”
“Awe come on, you’re pretty awesome yourself.” He shrugs. “I don’t know about that, Hollywood.” He entwines his fingers into yours and he looks off into the distance.
“Honestly other than the band, I don’t have much else going for me. Yeah the campaign is cool but you’ve heard the news, they’re calling it a Satanic cult. Like how is that considered a cult? Honestly sometimes I feel like a loser, and I’m not saying that out of pity, I’m just stating facts.”
“You’re stating fiction. That campaign stuff? Lucas and his friends love doing that with you and if I were a dweeb I’d join in a heartbeat. The stories sound cool. Like the one you guys did last week? The one with Vecna? That shit sounded wild from what Lucas told me. And he told me you. You made that storyline. That’s is some creative ass shit, Eddie. This brain of yours is dangerous and don’t ever call yourself a loser. My boyfriend isn’t a loser.”
Uh-oh you called him the b word.
“Since when I became your boyfriend?” He asks with a smile on his tone. You look away from him. “That pizza should be done now.” You go to get up but he pulls you back down. “No, no, no. Don’t try to be cute and change the subject. Tell me when did I become your boyfriend?”
“Do you not want to be my boyfriend?” You stall. “I do, you know I do.” You turn to him and give a little once over. “And what are you going to do when I leave? Would you do long distance?”
“I was considering it. I mean I graduate in a few months, and I’ve been thinking about going to college out there.”
“Really?! Because if you do oh my god I have so much to show you. The night clubs, the underground shows. Just- you’re going to have a blast in Cali.” You were so animated in talking you don’t even realize that Eddie was just staring at you like you were a precious diamond in his grasp.
He was in love with you. He didn’t know when it happened. Maybe during the second date when he saw you enjoying him up on that stage. Or maybe it was the day he saw you at the record store.
You came in confident and happy. And when he saw you he just had to find a way to introduce himself. So he was thankful that your album had dropped and that he walked over and picked it up. When your eyes met his, his heart skipped several beats and he won’t admit it yet but he was nervous. How could a gorgeous woman such as yourself like hanging out with him?
Eddie “the freak” Munson.
As he listened to you talk, he could picture it, you and him in California. Living together, painting the town red and maybe starting a family. Eddie sighs and he just knew when you went back to California, he wasn’t going to let you leave him behind.
“Eddie? Earth to Eddie.” You wave and he blinks. You smile looking into his eyes. “What were you thinking about so hard?” You ask him. “Just thinking about the future.” He says with a secret smile. “Well time traveler, I don’t want to interrupt but the pizza is ready. Where are we going with it?” You ask as you get off of his lap. “Just somewhere cool. Come on, let’s get the pizza and go.”
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Eddie had parked the van and you look out and see a great big lake. “Welcome to Lovers lake, Hollywood.” You look back at him, after rolling the joint. “Are you trying to seduce me, pretty boy? I’ve heard stories about Lovers lake.”
“What? I don’t know what you mean, m’lady.” He says innocently. “Oh you’re such a dweeb.” You open the van door and he follows. You both meet at the back of the van and he opens the doors, revealing a bed in the back, as well as the pizza and a six pack.
“I bet you brought me out here so no one could hear my screams.” You say sitting in the back of the van. “Mm, in more ways than one, Hollywood.” Eddie says as he leans in between your thighs. You mush him away and grab the pizza box. “Let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.”
He sits besides you and as you both get a slice you sit in silence for a moment. You chew slowly and look up at the stars. “It’s beautiful.” You whisper. “Yeah…beautiful.” You already knew he was staring at you and you grab a beer and hand it to him.
“You know, pretty boy, you have this habit in staring.” You comment as you take a sip from your beer can. “I only stare when I’m fascinated by something. And it’s you.” He turns your face and the way the moon light shines on him made him look more pretty.
“Such a pretty pretty boy, you are Munson.” You say as you put your beer and pizza down and climb on top of him. “You really think I’m pretty?” He whispers as you lean over close to his lips.
“Baby, I think you’re pretty, handsome, gorgeous and all of the above. I knew it the moment you looked up at me to give me my album.” You kiss his lips, and feel him trail his hands down your hips.
His hands travels up your skirt and you feel his fingers find your wetness. “Mm, someone is excited.” He says continuing to kiss you. You move his hands and pin them above his head.
“You know, pretty boy, ever since I saw this rope back here I’ve been dying to use it on you. May I?” You ask as you reach and find the rope. “Wait, before you do.” Eddie tries to get up but your grip was firm.
“Hollywood, I need to take my clothes off if that is the case.” You don’t budge. “What if I want to make a mess of you? Keep some of your clothes on and make you squirm a little. I like the thought of that.”
“Come on, Hollywood. Let me just-” You grip him down harder. “I’ll let you up for a little bit, but once you’re done, I’m going to get this rope and tie you down. And after that is all done, I am going to take my sweet time with you. I want to make a mess of you, pretty boy. A begging mess.” You say as you bite his bottom lip and suck.
You let go trusting that he won’t try anything and he takes off his sneakers, as well as his jacket, his shirt and his pants along with his boxers. He was completely naked in front of you and you find the rope.
“Are you sure you want to tie me up?” He says in a deep voice that makes your pussy clench. “Oh I do. And I’m going to or else you don’t get to fuck me. Now lay back down for me, pretty boy.” You say as you stare up at him.
He could easily just flip this whole situation but you trusted him. So when he laid back down on the bed, you nod in approval and you tie his wrists above his head.
“Just as I thought, you do look even prettier all tied up. Now let’s see how you look begging.” You strip off your clothes and he eyes you, causing his dick to harden and you sit close to his dick. “Eddie, you know I really like you right? Like I really really like you. And in order for you to understand me, I need to show you this part of me. I love when you fuck me with your tongue…” You lean down and trail your tongue up his happy trail. Which causes goosebumps along his skin.
You stop at his nipples and you touch his chest. “…I love when you fuck me with this mouth of yours and I love when you just fuck me till I’m begging you to stop because it feel just that fucking good. But Eddie, I like taking control from time to time. And I’ve been dying to hear you beg for a while now.”
You go to kiss him but grab his face instead. “Say you want me to fuck you..beg.” Eddie had a confident smirk on his face and you knew in moments you’d wipe it off. “Please fuck me Hollywood.”
You tilt your head close to his ear. “That smirk just costed you, Munson.” You let him go and lean back revealing your pussy to him. “Did you want more pizza? Or do you want dessert?” His smirk leaves and he tries to lean up be remembered he was tied down. “That…I want to eat that pussy.”
You spread your lips showing him you’re wet and you suck your fingers in front of him. “Mmm, well I’m hungry too. So how do we solve that?” You eye his dick and crawl over to him. He was silent but you knew he wanted to taste you badly.
You hover your pussy above his face and you feel him trying to move but you grip his dick and squeeze. “Excuse me, don’t be rude. Ladies should always go first.” You stroke him slowly and you hear him moan. “Come on, Olivia, just sit on my face. I want to eat that pussy.” He moans as you continue to stroke him.
“Not yet.” You answer as you drool down his dick, making it jump in your hand. “I said ladies first.” You lower your mouth on the head of his dick and you hear him suck in a breathe and he moves his hips a little.
You use your hand and mouth to get him going. “Olivia, please let me eat your pussy. Please ba-fuck.” You cup him as you suck and you come up for air. “Now it’s your turn, I hope you can breathe back there.” You sit down on his mouth and feel his tongue immediately move across your slit.
Your eyes roll back as he eats but you get back to it and you suck him off deeper making sure to take your time. You feel him hit the back of your throat and he moves his hips but you pin them down and start to deep throat him.
You hear him groan as he eats your pussy. His nose sliding in as his tongue laps up your clit. You stop sucking for a moment and sit up just enough so hold your weight correctly. You start fucking his mouth as you have your hands on his chest.
“You wanted to…eat me then fucking eat me. Make me cum riding your face.” You moan out as he pulls at the rope. You know he wanted to touch you. He wanted to grab your ass and suck your pussy till you screamed. But you were in control. You really stared to move your hips and rubbed your pussy across his lips and tongue.
Eddie was moaning and groaning. But you weren’t going to please him right now. No you wanted him to eat you till you were satisfied. “Just like that, baby. Eat my pretty pussy. Eat it just like you begged.” You start rubbing your pussy faster against his tongue and your eye roll back as you feel yourself about to cum.
He sucks your lips and you let your weight go on his face and you feel your lower stomach start to tighten. “I’m coming…” You moan out as you move your hips. He shakes his head and he sucks what you give him.
You sag against him and see he had much more precum on the tip of his very pink dick. You move off of him and his face was slick from your wetness. He was smiling like he won some prize. “I thought you said I was going to regret that smirk.”
You don’t say a word, instead you search his pockets and you find what you were looking for. A condom.
You move back over to Eddie and run a thumb across the head of his dick. “Have you ever been edged before, Eddie?” You ask as you open the condom with your teeth.
“Easy there Hollywood, it’s sensitive t..there.” He warns. “Oh I know, now answer my question.” You ask as you continue to rub your thumb. “N..no I..haven’t.” You give him a cold stare and move your hand away from him and you roll the condom onto his dick.
You get up and position yourself over the head of his dick. When you slide down you both let out a moan. Your lean over and start to bounce up and down as you clench your walls.
“Oh sh…shit. Hollywood you’ve never done that before.” You bounce on him so he’s deeper and you grab his face. Sucking your remaining juices off of his lips and tongue.
He yanks at the ropes. “Mm, okay, Hollywood. You need to untie me because-oh shit. This pussy is too good to keep me tied up.” You shake your head and lean up, riding him faster.
You look down watching his eyes roll back and flutter closed. “Does this feel good baby?” You ask as you slow down your pace. “Yes, yes it does. Now please untie me.” He moans.
“Hm, no.” You slow down your pace more until you were just sitting there. “Wh…why’d you stop?” He moans out.
Instead of answering him you pick up the face and lean down to you can keep your weight in balance. You move your pussy so the only thing he could feel was you riding the tip.
He tried to buck his hips to make it go all the way in but you slide him out. “Oh Eddie, you don’t get to have the control. Do that again and I’ll stop and leave you with blue balls.” You tell him. You slide him back in and clench him harder making him grunt.
“You want to cum don’t you, Eddie? You just want to cum deep inside of this warm pussy.” He nods but you slow down. “Use those pretty words for me, baby.” You moan as your roll your hips causing him to yank at the rope.
“Yes, yes I want to cum. I want to cum inside of you Olivia. Baby please just untie me.” He begs which makes you smile.
“Not yet, I’m having fun.” You lean over and suck his neck, leaving your own mark on him, as he moans he’s about to cum.
You roll your hips again and you feel him shiver as he’s about to cum. But you stop. “No, no, no. Don’t do that, baby please fuck me. Let me cum inside of you.” Eddie moans out. “What? You’re not having fun? With me riding and edging you? I th..think this is fun.” You roll your hips faster and he lets out a moan that sounded cute.
“I’m coming.” You stop again and he lets out a angered groan. “Baby, baby please. Fuck me, I’ll be good. Just please don’t stop fucking me.” Hearing him say that made you extremely wet. “You’ll be good? Promise?” He nods quickly.
“Yes, I’ll be good, baby please keep going. I’m so close.” You roll your hips again and his eyes roll back, you feel his dick twitch but stop just to torture him. “Stop! Stop doing that! Olivia just fu-” You shut him up by rolling your hips and fucking him until he was a whimpering mess.
You soon after came and you rest your head on his chest. Both of you were breathing heavy. “Shit…that was fucked up and fucking amazing.” You hear Eddie say between breathes. You look up at him through your lashes.
“I’ve been wanting to do that to you since the first time, but I was kind of scared that I would scare you off.” You say as you sit up a bit. “What? You mean I could’ve gotten fucked like that on the first night? Jesus I think I would’ve fell in love with you sooner.”
There is is, him saying that to you.
“Do you love me?” You ask searching his eyes. He was quiet at first but then his eyes lock onto yours. “I do, and before you tell me I’m not. I think about you a lot. I honestly feel happy waking up on the days we have dates. I never want to bring you home. You’re fun to be around and you make me feel important. You see me Olivia, the real me, the heavy metal dweeb who plays D&D with his friends. I love you, and if you don’t love me back then please don’t say it, let me just dream a little longer about this beautiful Cali girl who came into my life for the past few weeks.” You shut him up with a kiss. “Eddie, you’re rambling.”
“I know, but that just how I feel when you’re around.” He kisses you back and you feel a flutter in your heart.
You’re a heartbreaker, you get a guy to fall in love and when you’re bored you dump him and move onto the next.
But you’re not bored with Eddie, or Steve. They make things interesting and fun.
I hope they both can understand how you feel. Because there is no denying you like them both. Maybe even lo-
“Hollywood? I don’t know about you but my wrists hurt and I think it’s your turn to get tied up.” Eddie says under you. You put that thought on hold and shake your head.
“Who says I’m untying you? I like you like this Pretty boy.” He yanks at the ropes again and you sit up. “Olivia, come on. It was cute in the moment but come on. Untie me.” You shake your head again and laugh. “Olivia, untie m-OLIVIA!”
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3. Favorite three Steddie fanfics?
oh man okay this is SUCH a hard question because obviously there are SO MANY MORE than just 3 that i would consider favorites!!! which is why i have to cheat and list more than 3 sklgjds. i tried to narrow it down, i really really did but. i am horrible at decisions so 5 favorites you will get instead slkdjdsl
let it roll into the night by @toburnup (aka adure on ao3)
this one is very special to me bc vio wrote it for me and i love them very very much for that, but also it's just an absolutely incredible fic and it is filled with SO much yearning, like it made me ache so bad (in the best way possible) and i just really really loved it. (i also love literally anything they write so. if you have not PLEASE go check out their fics!!!)
eddie's spectacular, awkward, very safe, very fun first time by @alligator-writes
this is pretty much exactly what it says in the title lol and it is quite literally one of my absolute all time favorite headcanons come to life. and the second i read this fic- no the second i saw this fic, i was sold and obsessed already. ria TRULY never misses, ever, and i highly hiiiiiighly recommend literally anything she writes also!!!
the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you by greatunironic
i am sure you must have heard about this fic, everybody has heard about this fic. but there's a reason for that!! it is SO good and SO emotional and just SOOOO. there's just something about those coming back together later in life fics that really fucking hits, and this one hits HARD. plus i love all the little like interview snippets and transcripts that are sprinkled throughout, that's such a fun extra flavor to the fic and the format and i love that!
doing nothing with you by @red-0ak-tree
i love love LOVE this fic so so SO much omg. i always love fics that have steve and robin getting out of hawkins and moving in together, and this one has the excellent wonderful fantastic bonus of eddie practically, unofficially moving in too (and also nancy!!). it's so charming and sweet and emotional and the slow burn is soooo good and there's just so so much to love about this one!!
stuck in indianapolis (feeling not so alone) by @oatflatwhite (aka iphigenias on ao3)
this is another one that i truly adore so very much!! another delicious slow burn, another moving out of hawkins, another unofficial move in until it is official!! the writing is incredible, the characterization is incredible, the dynamic built up is incredible!! i cannot recommend this one enough!!
9. Do you imagine they would have been childhood friends?
i think that if the circumstances of their childhoods had been different and if they'd had the opportunity to meet as kids, yes, i think they could have been childhood friends. it's clear that they are very different people who come from very different backgrounds, but that doesn't stop them from getting along so well now. they just mesh so well together. there's something about them that just fits. and i think had they been able to nurture that from the start there could've been an even stronger bond between them (which is saying something because the bond they do have is a ridiculously strong one already).
11. Which one would confess their attraction/love first? Why?
ooh okay love this one!!
when it come to confessing their attraction first, i think it would be steve. i think eddie would probably realize his own attraction first, but i don't think he would do or say anything about it because 1. he thinks steve is straight 2. he doesn't want to make steve uncomfortable 3. he doesn't want to ruin their friendship because like. steve is one of the closest friends he's ever had, and they're so comfortable with each other and there's so much love there (even if it isn't the same kind eddie wishes it were). he wouldn't want to jeopardize that. and even if eddie started to pick up on steve's mutual attraction, i think he would still hold back on his own, because this is still so new for steve, and eddie doesn't want to scare him off, or acknowledge something that maybe steve himself isn't ready to acknowlede, and he also eddie doesn't want to just be some experiment. it means too much to him. so he waits. he leaves the ball in steve's court. which means that steve is the one who has to make the first move. steve is the one who kisses eddie first. steve is the one who tells eddie, scared out of his mind but still pushing that back to be brave, that he likes him, that he really likes him.
when it comes to confessing their love first, i think that would fall to eddie. we allllll know steve's experience with love. nancy wheeler was the last romantic partner that he said confessed his love to, and that was all bullshit. so, i think steve would be ready to say it first (he usually is, in any relationship he has, though i do think nancy was probably the first one he actually meant it with) but he would be so god damn scared. he would be terrified. so he would swallow it down. he would keep it locked up. he wouldn't say it because the last time he did everything crumbled around him. and he doesn't want that. not again. not with eddie. so he bites his tongue and he doesn't say it even though every cell inside his body is screaming it. (even though he says it perfectly clearly in every action anyways). so that means that eddie is the one to say it first. eddie is the one to turn to steve, to grasp his face, to look him in the eye and say "steve, i- i love you". and when it happens steve is both over the goddamn moon about it. and there's still a teeny tiny part of him that is scared, that thinks the rug could be pulled out from beneath his feet at any second. but then he looks into eddie's eyes, and he can see that he means it. and he trusts eddie, too. he knows that eddie chooses his words carefully when he wants to, that he doesn't say things that he doesn't mean. and he means this. steve can tell.
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The slowburn, getting-together storyline between Eddie and Steve gets angsty (it's what we love to see!) but aside from that, I love how in this universe we get to see Steve happy - he's got a whole new big family who loves and supports him (and keeps trying to nudge him in he right direction romantically despite everything).
I wonder what the family dynamics are like, aka how the family views Steve post final battle - Jonathan, Will and El (and by extension, Mike) become siblings because he essentially (or officially?) gets adopted into the Hoppers-Byers clan, where he gets a new mom and dad in Joyce and Hop too (Side note - so in love w El and Steve's relationship here). Max is obviously a little sister (another favourite dynamic) - I'm also assuming that Steve's the only one she traveled for to tell him about the wedding in person and waited to do so because she cares about his thoughts the most? Dustin and Lucas are brothers too - Lucas tells him as much at the wedding + Robin still very much gives platonic soulmate, I-know-you-the-best energy.
We get so many stories that are dark and angsty, it's just really nice to see one against the backdrop of a big, supportive found family. I'm also such a sap for stories that champion important platonic relationships as much as romantic ones!
thank you!! i love a romance, but i totally agree: platonic relationships are just as important, if not more important, and we need to tell more stories about them!!
also for this rest:
you can blame jim hopper on this one. in my opinion, in any universe, jim takes one look at steve and is just like (dj khaled voice) another one. it happens slowly, for him, reluctantly. he learns about him in the fall of ‘83 — it’s hard not to clock that fucked up eye on the one kid in the hospital room that doesn’t have parents present, jim’s a very observant man with (previously) little to occupy his time — but he doesn’t like involve himself with steve until the next fucked up adventure they all go on.
and then it’s ‘84 and he’s half-dead on joyce’s sofa and he’s mumbling about how his parents are in germany on business and don’t call they won’t come back, and also he’s not wild about hospitals plus it’ll just upset them, make them look bad, and jim’s like what the absolute fuck. so he takes this kid home for a lot of reasons, some of them the way he protected the other kids, some of them eleven’s big eyes when she hears the mumbles, none of them how this boy is the same age as sarah should’ve been —
steve spends a week in jim’s cabin, healing. and he’s sweet with el and patient and listens as she haltingly talks, nods along and doesn’t push, just waits, watches cartoons with her and laughs at the same jokes, and even if the kid is like “oh it’s just because we’re on the same emotional intelligence level” — yeah, get out of here with that shit, kid, thinks jim. boy’s got a heart on him that’s got nothing to do with his daddy, and jim just lets him come and go as he pleases after that, bringing groceries and making them all dinner and letting el help him with his homework and jim just — decides not to look to closely at it.
so that’s how it starts. to paraphrase a line from another story i’m working on (not remarkable verse) about these two: this kid that jim didn’t want but got, this kid who quietly made space for himself in the heart that jim burnt out — well, jim always did want a son.
(in the summer of ‘86, it’s easier for jim to acknowledge that space, to pry it open wide and let the rest of them in and drag his emotionally stunted children with anxiety disorders along with him. the byers are his step kids, and nancy’s an in-law, and jim supposes max’s is his too since she’s steve’s and lucas is an in-law too, and wheeler ugh fine, and christ okay there’s henderson too, his mom is doing a great job but it takes a village, right? and then that buckley girl is along for the ride, she’s basically handcuffed to steve so there’s another one, and he’s not sure what the deal is with the kid from california but fuck it he might as well parent this one. and munson, well, wayne clearly needs all the help he can get there.)
(with six you get egg roll, he thinks; even though the math on that doesn’t quite check out, the sentiment remains and jim’s gonna need a bigger house.)
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an au idea has been beamed into my brain and I Have to write it
Eddie will always be grateful for his Uncle Wayne. The man is practically a saint. He took Eddie in, adopted him, gave him his last name. He didn't have to. His aunt could have raised him but she needed to focus on his mom and Wayne taking him in was the best way to help all of them. Uncle Wayne would even regularly take him to visit mom even though it was hard for both of them. It was always hard to see her like that but Wayne always said that he should be able to see his Mama. He's the best parent a kid could ask for but Eddie still sometimes thinks back to before, Back when his mom could still be a mom.
She had been a great mom when he was little. Caring, fun, smart as a whip. things started to change after his dad was drafted. Obviously she worried about dad and she was heartbroken when he died but she was still mostly herself then. Finding out she was pregnant was the first time Eddie could remember his mom seeming truly happy after dad died. She was so excited to be having a little girl. She let Eddie help pick out decorations for the nursery, when she was further along she would let Eddie press his little hands to her tummy to feel his baby sister kick and would laugh at the look of awe on his face every time. But then his baby sister died before he even got to meet her and mom was never the same. She could never accept it. For years she insisted that his baby sister was out there and she was going to get her back. Then one day she was just kind of gone? Physically she was there still but mentally she was far far away. So Wayne took him in.
He wonders what his life would have been like if she had been able to handle it all differently. Been able to stay herself through her losses or better yet, if his baby sister had lived. He's always imagined what his baby sister would have been like. Would she have been a sweet little angel? A tiny teror like him? Would they have been close? Would she have deep brown eyes like him or hazel like their mom? His same riot of curls? He knows for sure he would have loved her. He does Love her.
Despite his deep love for Wayne his mom and baby sister were always in the back of his head. But he couldn't think of any of them right now because the world is fucking ending and monsters are real. He's being blamed for murder of all things! Nancy Wheeler has guns, plural. Steve Harrington is actually a decent dude. And kids, His Kids, His Little Sheep have been dealing with Hell for years. None of it makes sense. The people around him are putting a lot of faith into some supergirl that they can't even get ahold of and everything is just insanity.
But by some miracle they make it through. Steve dragged him out of Hell with just barely enough time to save his life. Little Red has lost most of her vision and will be wheelchair bound for the foreseeable future but she's Alive and that's all that really maters. Apparently supergirl was able to come through, restart Little Red's heart and save the day like everyone believed she would. Chief Hopper is alive and on their side, he managed to clear Eddie's name. Eddie has no idea how any of that worked but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. And now he's just allowed to go home. Well, Steve's home. The trailer was pretty wrecked in the "earthquake" and Steve had offered up some spare rooms for Him and Wayne to stay in until they could get a new place. God why was Steve so fucking Nice?
Steve and the kids have set up a barbeque as a sort of welcome home/Meet the Party/Yay the World didn't End/Debrief thing. It was probably a good idea to meet all his allies and they were planning to tell Wayne everything at the party. And hey, he was finally going to meet this supergirl everyone had been talking up.
The barbeque was in full swing by the time they got there. Hopper was manning the grill while a woman Eddie vaguely recognizes as Joyce Byers is setting food out on the table. There's some weird bald guy with a beard demonstrating karate moves to them? most of the kids are running around the backyard. Little Red is even threatening to run Mike over with her wheelchair. He probably deserves it and it's nice to see her in such high spirits. Jonathan is lounging around on some pool chairs with a guy who must be a friend from California because he's never seen him in his life and a guy with hair that long and clothes that different would stand out in Hawkins as Eddie knows from experience. Eddie's eyes keep scanning around the backyard. Robin and Nancy seem to be gossiping about something. Steve is doing his classic mom pose at Dustin. Eddie continues looking around and then hos heart stops in his chest. There staring back at him, younger than he has ever seen it is his mothers face. His mothers face but with the same deep brown eyes he sees every time he looks in the mirror and the familiar begins of curls growing out of a buzz cut.
"Janey?"
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Fictober 25/31 -- “You know I’d do anything.”
Lottie: I’m just getting to know the Avengers but we get along pretty well I think :)
Every Single Avenger: I’ve only known Lottie for a day and a half but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
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“Hey, Thor, will you look at my design for your dress?” Lottie asked, and then, “Um, am I interrupting?”
Thor looked up from casually holding Steve and Clint in a headlock in each arm. “Why would you think you were interrupting?” he asked, clearly confused by her question.
Lottie watched Clint snap toward Thor’s torso with his teeth, snarling where he was being held. Steve was wrestling quietly in Thor’s grip, eyes darting about, calculating. Thor did not look bothered in the slightest. She remembered that Thor was an older brother and decided they deserved it somehow. She looked back up at Thor. “No reason, I guess.”
“Of course I’ll look at your design for a dress based off of me,” Thor replied. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
“…I didn’t,” Lottie said awkwardly. “But, um, thanks.” She motioned at Steve and Clint, who were now working together to try and Thor off balance. It wasn’t working. “So what did they do?”
Thor huffed. “They will not admit they ate the last brownie, which I was planning to eat when I came back from the bathroom, and had let everyone know.”
Lottie immediately blushed, mortified. “Oh, Thor, that was me! I’m sorry! I wouldn’t have eaten it if I’d known!”
“Oh,” Thor said, and then as casually as he had been holding Clint and Steve in headlocks, he simply dropped them. “You weren’t there when I announced it to the room at large, so I suppose it’s okay. You make plenty of sweets and leave them out for us anyway, so it’s fine.”
“It is not,” Steve choked as Clint snarled again and lunged in to bite Thor’s leg.
Lottie stared at him, wondering if she should intercede, then looked up at Thor, deciding she wouldn’t mention it since he clearly wasn’t bothered. “Should I come back later, or…”
Thor waved her concern away. “It’s fine. Nothing I haven’t handled before.”
“Oh,” Lottie said, at the same time Steve whispered a bewildered ‘what the fuck.’ “Okay. Well! I have my sketchbook with me, so—”
“We can sit down,” Thor told her, and began walking away with Clint still attached to his leg.
Lottie watched as Clint clung on for as long as he could, then sort of fell to the ground with a yelp, flailing after him for good measure before falling limp. Perhaps she’d make another pan of brownies after she got Thor’s opinion of the dress based off of him. Maybe two! Actually, maybe a pan for each of them. Tripling brownie recipes wasn’t hard and Steve and Clint probably deserved a whole pan to themselves now.
“I’m sure I’ll be delighted with whatever you come up with,” Thor added as she finally walked around Clint to come sit next to him. “Natasha was showing me the wedding dress you made for your friend, and I saw the designs you’d loaded for Bruce, Tony, and Steve. They’re very becoming.”
Lottie couldn’t help beaming at him in response. “Thank you! Quite frankly, they were the easiest. Everyone knows their motifs,” she said, laughing a little. She opened her sketchbook, flipping through for the relevant pages. “I’m trying to do different styles, and I finally settled on one I think would be good for your colors.”
“I’m sure it will be magnificent,” Thor said as she laid her sketchbook on the table in front of him. He peered at the reference photos she’d used, and he looked pleased at the angles. Then he dropped his gaze to the dress she’d come up with.
Lottie watched him carefully, wringing her hands in her lap when his expression gave away nothing. She glanced down at the sketchbook as well, nervous. She’d finally decided on a column dress, a navy blue so dark it was almost black with embroidered silver starbursts all over it. She planned to make some of them beaded, so they’d pop. She’d accessorized it with silver evening gloves and a red cape, though she’d erred on the sheer side rather than solid fabric like Thor’s was. The cape had a handkerchief hem as well, ending just below the butt instead of going all the way to the floor. The cape and gloves could be taken off to make it a bit more casual.
Should she have made the cape longer? Or—maybe the dress was a little too abstract in the design. She’d thought the silver starbursts would be enough of a nod to the silver circles on his armor, but maybe she should have gone for something a little less subtle? She was pretty sure polka dots were back in. She could do silver polka dots instead? She didn’t think they would look good with the way the dress draped in front, but she could probably find a better way to lay it—
“Lottie,” Thor said solemnly, reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder.
“Thor?” Lottie squeaked, unable to keep the nervous out of her voice.
Thor gave her shoulder a squeeze. “This is the loveliest dress I have ever seen. I’m honored to have inspired something so beautiful.”
“Oh,” Lottie wheezed, slumping in relief.
“Perhaps I can bring you some fabric from Asgard,” he added, rubbing his chin with his other hand. “Surely once I tell my mother what a talented seamstress you are, she’ll not have any complaints about it.”
Lottie jerked her head up to stare at him, stunned. She opened her mouth. All that came out was a squeak.
Thor blinked at her for a moment, then turned back to the sketchbook with a shrug. “Of course, I would like a copy to be able to take to my mother to show her, so if you wouldn’t mind making one, that would be helpful.”
“Okay,” Lottie finally managed to squeak.
Thor turned to look over the back of the couch. “Clint, Steve, come look at the dress Lottie designed after me! It’s magnificent! Why, I’d even venture to say that it looks better than—”
“I’m afraid if you say Tony, he will learn about it and he will take a leaf out of Loki and Natasha’s books and stab you,” Clint said from where he was still sulking on the floor.
“…Steve’s,” Thor finally said after what looked like some serious internal debate.
“Hey,” Steve said, offended, even as he stood up and dusted himself off to come over and see.
“That’s part of the reason I wanted everything to be a different style,” Lottie admitted as Steve made the proper ooh-and-ahh noises. “I don’t think any one dress is better than the other. They’re all just… different. Like, obviously Tony’s is the best sari. Steve’s is the best forties-inspired and Bruce’s is the best evening gown. Now, Thor’s is the best column dress. I’m still working on what to do for Clint’s and Natasha’s, but I have some ideas, and none of them are going to be the same as the ones previous.”
“That’s a really good idea, Lottie,” Steve said, and she couldn’t help puffing up with pride. “Can my brownies have walnuts?”
Lottie swiveled to meet his eyes. “Huh.”
“You made the same ‘I’m incapable of not feeling guilt about eating the last of the brownies so now I’ll make everyone their own pan’ face that Bruce does,” Steve explained. “Except usually it’s leftover takeout and he just buys a new meal for us. No one ever puts walnuts in brownies anymore.”
“Oh,” Lottie said, a little embarrassed to have been caught out, but not too bad. “Okay.”
Clint popped up from behind the couch. “Can you put peanut butter pretzels in mine?! Oh! Or coconut and caramel, whichever’s cheaper!”
“Let me… write this down…” Lottie said, pulling the pencil holding her hair up in a bun free and flipping to some scrap pages in her sketchbook.
“I like them plain,” Thor said flatly when she looked up at him, and then he let out a yelp as both Steve and Clint lunged for him, calling him a liar and how they’d seen him topping his brownies with vanilla ice cream and cherries.
“Okay,” Lottie repeated, scribbling a ‘cherries?’ under Thor’s name and then getting up to get the hell out of dodge before she could be dragged into it. She’d got what she’d come for. She wasn’t getting roped into whatever… this was.
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Ceo Steve Rogers Masterlist
An Unexpected Engagement (ao3) - thedrih
steve/natasha
M, 208k
Summary: Natasha Romanoff has a huge crush on CEO Steve and decides that the company's Christmas party is the perfect opportunity to win him over but she ends up exaggerating and after several disastrous events she wakes up in Steve's bed without remembering how she got there. And the most surprising thing is that he makes her an unusual proposal: that she pretend to be her fiancée!
Steve Rogers is a workaholic CEO who, in order to escape the family's insistence that he have a serious relationship, invents a fake bride. And when the family shows up by surprise and catches him with the employee he brought home drunk and passed out last night, he decides to make her a proposal: that Natasha pretend to be his fake bride.
What Steve doesn't realize is that Natasha has much more elaborate plans for him, making him a very malicious counterproposal!
Call me maybe (but only during business hours) (ao3) - MaddieWritesStucky (Madeleine_Ward)
steve/bucky
E, 3k
Summary: Bucky's brain and his dick catch on at the same time in a borderline painful rush of blood. He hears Steve pull back from the phone to address his clients, placating them with an apology and the assurance that this won’t take long, and Jesus Christ...Steve is actually doing this.
Steve is actually going to let this happen, going to let Bucky have one-sided phone sex with him while he sits there in some boardroom, with actual clients sitting right in front of him.
What the fuck.
Can’t Stop Thinking About You (ao3) - Swietek93
steve/natasha
E, 10k
Summary: “Hey, it’s not my fault Mister Gorgeous asked for you.”
“He what?”
(Jewelry shop AU in which Natasha has the hots for Steve and Steve can’t figure out how to talk to her so he ends up buying a ton of jewelry.)
Dreams Do Come True (ao3) - captasha007
steve/natasha
M, 114k
Summary: “Come in!”
Her heart jumped hearing his voice, making her more nervous, so she slowly opens the door and enters the office.
And God almighty, can she just die?
Because there, standing behind a desk, was Steve Rogers aka the asshole who spilled coffee on her blouse earlier. The guy who she yelled and cussed out.
Yep, kill her right now.
feeling the tension, feeling the stress (ao3) - oceanicspirit
steve/natasha
E, 8k
Summary: this game between the two could go so far, that one of them has to break
Home Sweet Home (ao3) - Auggusst
steve/tony, carol/rhodey
T, 4k
Summary: CEO Steve Rogers is plenty eager to get back to his wonderful husband and their kids after a week long business trip. He loves taking care of Tony's company, but much prefers taking care of his family instead.
i am not impressed [by your six figure cheque] (ao3) - circaclementine
steve/bucky
E, 28k
Summary: Steve Rogers, CEO of Stark Industries, dominates in the boardroom. He’s every bit as intimidating and impressive as the whispers lead people to believe. At the end of the day, when he leaves the building and heads home, he shrugs off that persona along with his immaculate three-piece suit.
In the small apartment he shares with his boyfriend Bucky, he’s anything but in charge.
Late Night Endeavors (ao3) - spazzgirl
steve/natasha
E, 3k
Summary: Steve didn’t know how things ended up this way
Love Alight Like Electric Touch (ao3) - dioncchusmic
steve/natasha, steve/wanda
G, 71k
Summary: Liberal lawyer Natasha Romanoff is doing everything that she can to prevent the community ballet center from it's destruction, wherein the said ballet center is bought by SHIELD Industries, aka Steve Rogers' company.
They come into an agreement that he won't destroy the community ballet center as long as she works for him as his Chief Counsel, what happens when Natasha agrees and finds out more than what she's bargained for?
mi casa es su casa (ao3) - orphan_account
steve/tony
E, 1k
Summary: “I dunno, I just—” Tony wrung his hands and dropped his head as tears began to well up, overwhelmed. “I don’t—”
“Oh, baby boy,” Steve said. “Why didn’tcha come ‘ta me earlier?”
Tony whimpered, frustrated.
Steve sighed and began to unbuckle his pants. "Don't ya worry now," he promised, rucking up Tony's dress. "I give it ta you, promise."
Take me private (ao3) - Silver_StCloud
steve/bucky, peggy/steve
M, 37k
Summary: How to get yourself into a pickle (if you're Steve Rogers) in 6 easy steps:
Step 1: suspect your wife of cheating on you
Step 2: Snoop on your wife's laptop and discover her secret kink for m/m porn
Step 3: discover her Only Fans account and, in turn, discover a very cute adult entertainer who goes by the name 'Bucky'
Step 4: create your own Only Fans account to get even with your wife. Request nude photos from Bucky
Step 5: start video chatting with Bucky on the regular, then agree to meet in person
Step 6: fall in love with Bucky and start an affair
(Congratulations, Steve Rogers, you are now in a pickle.)
The Benefits of A Sugar Baby (ao3) - this_wayward_life
steve/bucky
E, 2k
Summary: Steve's had a long day at work. Bucky knows just how to make him feel better.
Such a good cockwarmer (ao3) - jensencanfricklemyfrackle
steve/bucky
M, 1k
Summary: Steve was getting very tense about this meeting, so Bucky volunteered to become a bit of 'stress relief' - by being Steve's cockwarmer
Won’t You Come Around and Waste My Time (ao3) - stucktogether
steve/bucky
E, 65k
Summary: So, a blonde and a brunette walk into a bar…
“Steve, I’ve had a great time talking with you. But I don’t really know why I even came here and… I don’t want to waste more of your time. I’m sorry.”
“You can waste my time,” Steve’s eyes soften. “As much as you want. I don’t really do this much these days but I just… You’re so pretty, Buck. And you’re sweet and I really wanna know how that whiskey tastes on your lips.”
Okay, so maybe Bucky can do one more one-night stand.
You Know I Live for the Hustle (ao3) - Bittersweet_in_Boston
steve/bucky
E, 3k
Summary: He’s coming back down the aisle a few minutes later, calling over his shoulder to Nat, when he turns his head just in time to avoid bumping into 3C, who’s standing there, looking at Bucky intensely but maybe also a little uncertainly.
Bucky stops and looks up into 3C’s face. He has to physically restrain himself from swallowing hard, because 3C is a Specimen of the Highest Order. Tall, a few inches taller than Bucky’s six feet, dressed in head-to-toe Tom Ford business casual with dark blond hair sweeping across his forehead and curling at his very expensive shirt collar, piercing blue eyes, full lips, and a neatly trimmed, well-cared-for beard.
Further investigation reveals glints of silver in both hair and beard, and now Bucky really needs to go lie down. Instead, he raises his eyebrows as if to say, Well?
Your Head Is Bent Back, And Your Back Is Arched, My Hand Is Under There Holding You Up (ao3) - goldlining
steve/bucky
N/R, 2k
Summary: CEO Steve and husband Bucky have wild sex in Steve's office basically.
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