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imtryingbuck · 14 days

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus-size fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky and yn date and his dad’s nasty to her because of her weight (as always, I’m amazing at summaries.)

Word count: 4,707

Warnings: angst. Bucky’s parents being the worst. Bucky being the best. swearing. insecure reader. modern au. being mocked for having a poor background. mentions of cheating (not bucky or reader) ends in fluff

A/N: remember every body is perfect!

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Waking up in the warm embrace of Bucky’s arms, he’s warm breath fanning lightly over her neck tickling her ever so slightly. Trying to shift out of his hold causing him to tighten his muscly arms around her.

“Buck I need to go toilet” she whispered.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“You’re warm” is all he says as he pulls her body even closer to his.

“But Buck I really need to wee, I’ll be right back” promising in hopes that he’d let go of her.

“Okay, promise you’d be right back?”

“Promise”

“Gimme a kiss first”

Turning in the arms of her boyfriends she give him a kiss he released her, getting out of the bed she couldn’t stop the small smile from forming watching as he pouted and made grabby hands at her.

Finishing off in the bathroom Y/n raised an eyebrow at the man-child in the bed who was still pouting at her.

“Hurry, I’ve already forgotten what you feel like”

“Dramatic much?”

“Nope” he smirked.

Climbing back into the bed Bucky wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her bringing her closer to his chest than before.

“You definitely coming tonight, right?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea Buck”

“Why isn’t it? Me and you all dressed up, free food and booze, dancing, we even have to sneak off to find a bathroom-“

“Have to?”

“Oh it’s a must baby, I’d probably die if we don’t” he says grinning.

“Idiot”

“Plus I know you already have a dress, Nat told me so…”

It’s true Y/n did have a dress already, Nat and Wanda had dragged her shopping with them both in search of a new dress for Bucky’s parents anniversary party. Wanda had actually picked it out for her and at first she was a bit apprehensive until Wanda squeezed her hand with hers and telling her that the dress was in her size.

The girls all but forced her into the changing room with encouraging words and smiles. Y/n had to admit Wanda did pick out a stunning dress for her to try on and when she stood there finally finding the courage to look at herself in the mirror a small smile made its way on to her lips. The dress was beautiful and fit perfectly; not too baggy, not too tight, even her arms looked alright in the dress.

When she stepped outside to where the girls were waiting their jaws practically fell off. Both telling her that the dress was made for her, making her roll her eyes at the pair. A woman had walked by and complimented Y/n which made her blush and smile shyly at her.

However there was a problem with attending the anniversary party with Bucky. Problem being that she hadn’t been given an invite.

Everyone received a formal invitation with no mention of a plus one, Bucky and his sister had even received a card. Nat and her boyfriend Bruce received individual cards, Wanda and her boyfriend had individual cards, same with Steve and his wife Peggy.

But not her.

And at first she thought it was okay as her and Bucky had only been dating for two years but when Wanda told her that Vis had been invited after them only dating for a few months, it hurt. Y/n wasn’t stupid to the knowledge that her boyfriend’s parents didn’t like her, they made that very clear from the moment she had met them, with the questions and judgemental stares, the remarks about the difference between herself and Bucky’s ex Dot was enough to tell her that they did not like or approve of her or her relationship with their only son.

Winifred tolerated Y/n purely for her sons sake, she made the mistake once of calling her Winnie just as everyone else did and she looked at her in absolute disgust and told her not to call her that, that only family and friends can call her by that name.

George made comments about her weight from the beginning. His favourite pass time was to repeatedly remind her of how Dot was perfect for Bucky, he once told her that all she was to Bucky was something to pass the time with until Dot came back, and sadly she agreed with his statement.

Bucky bless his heart didn’t know any of this and genuinely believed that his parents liked his girlfriend.

Since she hadn’t been invited the plan was to make out to Bucky that she was ill right at the last minute, so all she had to do was play along for a few more hours.

“The dress is beautiful I have to admit”

“Just like you. Do you want to get dressed here so we can leave together?”

“Oh um my dress is at my apartment, so you can pick me up for there”

“Or I can come to yours and get dressed?”

Shit.

“My apartments a complete mess” she lied.

“And? Baby we’ll go to yours in a few hours have a shower, get dressed ooh can I braid your hair? I love doing it! And we can leave together, that way I don’t have to be away from you for long and I’ll save money for petrol”

Double shit.

There was no way of being able to back out of this now, she knew that she’d have to go to a party that she wasn’t invited too and hope to a higher power that neither one of his parents say anything.

“Okay”

Bucky happily braided her hair after carefully brushing the knots out. He started to learn how to do it after a couple of months into their relationship and now he was a pro.

“All done baby” he says pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Thank you Buck”

“Okay, okay go put on your dress, I’m dying to see it”

The smile was no longer present as she looked in the mirror, the dress was no longer perfect, it was tight around her stomach and her arms looked like tree trunks. She looked ridiculous and felt like it.

Tonight was going to be humiliating, she was going to embarrass Bucky in front of his family, his friends and strangers.

“Baby? You nearly done?”

“I-“

“Babe? Is everything alright?”

“I need you to close your eyes for me Bucky”

“Ooh I like this, okay my eyes are closed my love”

Slowly opening the door her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Bucky standing there in his black suit, hair done perfectly and his eyes closed with a soft smile on his lips.

“Baby, can I open my eyes now?”

“N-no. No please don’t”

“Y/n? Sweet girl what’s wrong?“

“N-nothing Bucky. I-um-I just remembered-“

“Fuck. Baby you… you’re stunning!”

“What?”

He moved closer to his girlfriend, eyes full of adoration and a hint of lust. “You’re so beautiful, and this dress is so gorgeous on you. I’m so lucky to have you by my side”

Bucky always knew how to make her feel beautiful and confident even in her darkest of moments when the voices in the back of her head get to loud for her to ignore, in the two years of their relationship there’s only ever been two occasions where she didn’t believe him. The first being when the two had sex for the first time and he kept the light on, she had told him he could turn the light off so he was more comfortable, his face contorted in confusion and he reassured her that he wanted to see her as he made love to her, the whole time he spoke words of love and affection. She honestly believed he was lying so he could get what he wanted from her.

And the second time was right now. Standing here in front of him as his eyes moved up and down slowly over her body, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration, speaking the words that he spoke daily to her, she just couldn’t help but think that he was lying again.

“Buck, I-I look ridiculous. I think you should just leave an-and tell Nat and Wanda that I fell ill, okay?”

“What are you talking about baby? You look perf-“

“It’s too tight, and look at my arms James. It fit perfectly in the store… I-I don’t know what happened. I don’t want to embarrass you okay? So you go and have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow I promise”

“It’s not tight. Your arms are perfect. Nothings happened baby okay. You could never ever embarrass me, hell even if you wore a bin bag I’d still be so proud to call you mine. Sweet girl if you don’t want to go, that’s fine we can stay here and watch films but I’m not going anywhere without you”

“Its your parents anniversary party Buck you have to go, I’ll be fine I promise”

“So? I’m not going without you doll”

That went on for nearly 30 minutes.

“Okay. I’ll go with you but I’m chang-“

“Nope, you’re staying in that dress beautiful girl. Now get your shoes on so we can leave”

At the venue where the party was being held she couldn’t stop fiddling with her fingers and when her eyes saw a man at the door taking names her stomach dropped.

“Names”

“James Barnes and Y/n L/n”

The man looked up at Bucky and smiled letting him through, Bucky held her hand to lead her in when the man’s rough voice stopped the both.

“Excuse me Miss but you’re not on the list.”

“What do you mean she’s not on the list?”

“There’s no Y/n L/n on here sir”

“There’s got to be a mistake.” Bucky frowned, eyes shifting from her to the man.

“No mistake, I’m afraid sir”

“But she’s my girlfr-“

“Buck, it’s okay I’ll just head home. Enjoy your night” Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek she pulled her hand away, trying desperately to ignore the stares and mumbles from people around.

“Baby, Y/n hold on a second”

“Bucky it’s fine honestly”

“I’ll ring my dad and see-“

“No babe it’s okay really-“

“Y/n-“

“James, about time you showed up” George’s loud voice interrupted Bucky.

“Dad Y/n’s not on the list for some reason?”

“Oh? That’s strange, anyway come on son your mother wants to see you”

“But dad my girlfriend…”

“Oh fine, she can come in too. Now come”

Bucky’s eyes found hers and she tried so hard to get him to see that she didn’t want to do this but all he did was grab a hold of her hand and followed his father.

Despite how large the room was the air was stuffy, it felt like there was hardly any room for people to move around. Overcrowded and her very own personal hell is the best way to describe the hall.

The lingering looks from those around made Y/n self-consciously pull on the dress, she even tried to breathe in as long as she could.

“Son your mother wants to see you, on your own if you don’t mind” George says the last part to Y/n, nodding and sliding her hand out of Bucky’s she smiled at him - well at least she thought it was a smile it was more like a grimace.

“I’ll be right back okay, Nat and Wanda are over there” pointing over to where the two redheads were her eyes followed.

“I’ll see you soon”

Bucky takes his leave and so does she before George’s hand stops her.

“I want to talk to you” not giving Y/n a chance to reply he all but drags her off and away from the sea of bodies.

“What are you doing here? You wasn’t invited”

“B-Bucky made me come” George raises a thick eyebrow and she quickly notice she mistake “Sir”.

“You look horrendous. There was a reason for why my wife and I didn’t invite a disgusting, fat nobody like yourself, want to know why?”

“W-why sir?”

“Our soon to be daughter in law is here and to be truthful my wife and I can’t be doing with your dramatics, again.”

Again. Y/n knew he was talking about the time Bucky had made her jump causing the glass to fall from her hand and shatter on the floor of the kitchen floor. The apologies that slipped out of her mouth none stop as Bucky assured her that it was okay and he’d clean it up, Winifred hissed “your useless”, she tried to pry the dust pan and brush away from Bucky’s hands so she could clean up the glass but all he did was move her away with a smile on his face.

The glares that were given to her by his parents, aunt and uncle made the tears well up and annoyingly slip out. Y/n felt so bad for breaking a glass that didn’t belong to her and even worse as Bucky was the one cleaning it up.

She didn’t dare tell him that she had a shard of glass stuck in her foot.

“I-I-“

“What does he see in you huh? Must be a decent fuck, that’s the only reason we can see him being with you” he taunted, never in the nearly two years she have been unfortunate enough to know him has he ever spoken to her like this.

“It’s embarrassing that you came to a party that you was not invited too. Did you come to see how the rich live? Your parents too poor to keep a roof over the heads for the gaggle of children your mother shot out of her cunt.” Her nose flared at the way he spoke about her mum, normally she would have defended her but George had managed to render her speechless.

“Listen child this so called relationship between yourself and my son doesn’t make sense, he needs a real woman by his side not someone who is clearly trying to be something it clearly isn’t.” His hand reached out to grab her stomach and pulled, flinching as it happened she tried to pull away. “Dolores and James will get back together, they will get married. Matter of fact he’ll be proposing tonight and my beautiful Winnie and I will be happy to have her as our daughter in law. How about you run along back to the hole you crawled out of”

The small patch of her stomach was still in his hand, she knew that a bruise was already forming, he shoved her backwards.

“Go or I’ll call security.”

Stumbling backwards she turned the corner just to see Bucky standing with Nat, Wanda, Steve and Sam. And Dot. Her arm wrapped around Bucky’s as she clings on to him.

Was the pain there because of the realisation that she never stood a chance of being good enough for someone who proclaimed their love for her at every opportunity they had?

Or was it because of how happy he looked?

Or maybe it was because Dot looked up and locked eyes with hers and smirked.

Either way her heart ached painfully in her chest.

Sticking close to the walls Y/n kept her head down so she wasn’t seen by her now ex-boyfriend and his friends and so that the other party guests wouldn’t see the stream of tears flow down her reddened cheeks.

The exit was just in reach when her name was called.

“Y/n-sweetheart what is wrong?” Peggy asked worriedly.

“I-I-…I don’t feel so good. Bye Peggy”

“Y/n where’s Bucky? He shou-“

“Don’t, don’t tell him I’ve gone okay. It won’t matter anyway, thank you Peggy for being my friend for the pa-past two years”

Y/n sees how her eyebrows flick in confusion but before the British brunette can respond she rushes out through the doors she had come through not that long ago.

The slow drum of her heart feeling heavier with each step she took, the laughter and cheers mocking her pain fading in the background as the tears rolled down and off her cheeks.

“Hey ma” greeting her with a kiss to her cheek Winnie’s face lit up seeing her son.

“Oh Bucky you’ve arrived. Guess who’s here too!”

“A lot of people” Bucky chuckled.

“Dottie’s here” she beamed up at him.

“What? Why is she here?”

“She’s family Buck, stop being rude”

“Did you know that Y/n wasn’t on the guest list?”

“Who?”

The frown Bucky wore deepened, she’s met his girlfriend on numerous occasions. “My girlfriend ma-“

“Oh her, I thought she was your friend”

“Are you joking me right now? She my girlf-“

He’s cut off by a high pitched voice that he hadn’t heard in four years, the voice he had no idea how he put up with for a year. The same whinny voice belonging to the woman he was in love with until she broke up with him out of the blue and then a few days later she was dating the guy who spent year’s tormenting him. Brock.

“Bucky! It’s been so long”

“Hi” he mumbles making sure Winnie notices his death stare.

“How have you been?” Dot goes in to give Bucky a hug, frowning as he takes a step back.

“Fine thanks, ma I’m going to find Y/n I’ll see you in a bit”

“Who’s that?” Dot asks.

“His friend Dottie”

“She’s my girlfriend. Has been for the past two years-“

“Oh…that’s around the time I broke up with Brock, he wasn’t worth my time”

That’s not exactly what happened. Yes she broke up with him but it wasn’t because he wasn’t worth her time but because she walked in on him having sex with her best friend.

He remembers the day he received multiple missed calls, he sat in his car staring at the text message from Dot telling him what had happened and how she had messed up and that she wanted him back. Bucky sat and read the message over and over again he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Laugh at the fact she had gotten karma, he had a nagging feeling that she had cheated on him with Brock so he thought it was fitting that she had to go through that.

Cry because she had messaged him about her life problems on the day he had his first date with Y/n. It had been two years since Dot had ruined him, two years on and he was still affected by what she had done. Then he met Y/n, he finally gained the courage to ask her out when she said yes he played cool but internally he was screaming.

The day his ex was having the worst day of her life as she put it, he was having the best day of his.

“I need to find Y/n”

“I’ll come with you, I want to meet the girl who’s been holding my place”

Before Bucky had time to respond Dot had wrapped her arm around his and dragged him off.

“Oh guys it’s been so long since I last saw you” Dot squealed as she got closer to Bucky’s friends who were huddled around together.

“What is she doing here Buck?” Nat asked with her arms crossed, Bucky felt like she was staring into his soul with how intense Nat was looking at him.

“I’m his date silly!” The friendship group all snapped their heads towards Bucky whilst his went to Dot.

“Let go of me. I’m not playing Dolores”

“Nope, it’s meant to be me and you James just like we always talked about”

“You’re insane aren’t you? He has a girlfriend who’s a thousand times better than you” Wanda spoke before Bucky could. Wanda never did shy away from making her hatred known for Dot.

“I heard she’s fat.” Dot sneered.

Now it was Natasha’s turn to jump in before Bucky or Wanda could defend Y/n “she isn’t and even if she was it doesn’t matter. Like Wanda said she’s a thousand times better than you-“

Bucky didn’t stop the smile from forming as his friends defended the girl he was in love with, the one who he knew was his everything. The one he brought a ring for with Peggy by his side, the ring sat in his sock draw waiting for their third year anniversary so he could get down on one knee. At first he thought it was a bit too soon but like Peggy reminded him, Steve proposed after only six months and they’d been happily married for nearly five years now.

Bucky is lost in his own little world drowning out his friends who each take it in turns to berate Dot, he’s oblivious to his surroundings and is completely unaware that Y/n sees him with Dot still on his arm, nor does he notice the smirk on Dot’s lips as she makes eye contact with Y/n.

The bubble pops as his father takes the microphone, the hall goes quiet as his father moves closer to his mother. His blue eyes bounced all around the grand hall in search for Y/n, as he does so he tries to shake off Dot.

“-my wife and Is 25th anniversary, truly has and always will be the love of my life-“

George’s voice filters in and out as Bucky starts to worry even more about where Y/n was, he sees Peggy pushing by people in a haste.

“Bucky, it’s Y/n… she’s left and she was crying. I tried to stop her, she thanked me for being her friend for the past two years. What’s going on?” Her eyebrows furrow when she sees Dot and how close she is to Bucky.

“W-when?”

“A few minutes ago.”

Bucky pushes Dot away and makes his way through the crowd, not apologising when he bumps into those in his way.

He gets to the double doors that lead to the hallway, he’s so close he could feel the cold air, when George’s voice that’s amplified by the microphone stops him.

“I want to welcome my son James and his darling fiancée Dolores up on the stage”

Stopping dead in his tracks he slowly turned to face his father with a puzzled look, George’s lips turn into a smirk.

The crowd cheers and claps unaware or unfazed by Bucky’s reaction. He sees Dot moving towards George with a beaming smile, he also sees the glares and confused looks from his friends.

“Come on son, don’t keep you beautiful fiancée waiting” George says through gritted teeth.

Bucky’s feet lead him before his brain can catch up.

He’s halfway through the crowd, ignoring his friends shouting at him in the background Bucky holds his head up even if heart is beating violently. He has to do this, he can’t fail himself or Y/n.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about father. I’m not going to marry Dot, Y/n is my-“

“Say girlfriend I dare you” George growls.

“She is my girlfriend Father”

“She’s a fat nobody who’s only using you for your money, stop playing around and get up here”

Bucky flinches at George’s words, he knows it isn’t true Y/n never lets him spend his money on her. The only time he gets to spoil her is on her birthday or on Christmas. Not once has he ever thought of Y/n being fat, if he’s being honest he’s never noticed her weight to him she’s the definition of perfect.

He knows one day in the future he will regret the heartache he’s about to put his mother through but right now he doesn’t care. Turning his head in his mothers’ direction he sees the smirk she wearing, maybe he won’t regret this. He takes a deep breath in and slowly exhales.

“Did you know his secretary he sacked two years ago is his mistress? She’s pregnant, and oh she’s standing just over there”

Though he feels slightly guilty at his mothers’ fallen face and at the tears already gathering in her eyes, he doesn’t stop himself from smiling when his father stands there on the stage in front of everyone he knows spluttering out incoherent words, George’s eyes bounce from Winnie to his mistress who’s trying to blend into the wall, trying hard to get away from the judgemental stares from those there.

“Oh and no I won’t be marrying Dot, congratulations on your 25th anniversary father.” And with that he leaves to find Y/n, laughing at his friends who all cheer at the scene he just caused.

“Baby I know you’re in there, please open up” He knocks for the umpteenth time.

Hearing the familiar clicking of the locks he’s greeted by a red eyes, tear stained cheeks of his love.

And a box.

“T-these are you’re things”

“No baby please let me in, I need to talk to you”

“There’s nothing to talk about Bucky, congratulations on your engagement I-I hope you have a wonderful life”

“I haven’t proposed yet-“

“Oh, okay break up with me then”

“I haven’t proposed yet... to you” he breathes out.

“W-what?”

“Can I come in and explain? Please”

Nodding Y/n opens the door wider for him to enter, Bucky removes the box from her hands replacing his in them instead he leads her to the couch. Wiping the freshly falling tears he tells her what had happened from Peggy telling him that she had left, to his father, right to him outing his father’s affair.

“Bucky!” she scolded; she was there with Bucky when he caught his father having sex with his 22 year old sectary. She tried to convince him that he should tell his mum, held him as he cried after he got himself worked up with all the emotions.

“What? They both had it coming, I also told her that the mistress is pregnant and pointed over to where she stood” he smiles “baby I had no idea what they was doing I swear-wait how did you know about the engagement?”

“Oh… your father told me-“ It was then Y/n’s turn to tell him everything that has happened over the nearly two years of her knowing his parents.

“Ba-baby I-I didn’t know, I’m so sorry” he chokes out, his throat swells up due to him trying not to cry. The guilt hitting him like a ton of bricks when he remembers all the times he dragged her with him to his parents house, or how it took her to tell him everything for things to make sense like how she always shut down for a few days after they spent time with his parents or how she would never eat in front of them, so many things made sense and the guilt was swallowing him whole.

“It’s oka-“

“No its not Y/n, I should of realised and baby I’m so fucking sorry”

“Ma-maybe if you go back and apologise to them they won’t be to mad, maybe they’ll understand and-and you and Dot can still get engaged” she hesitantly says even though it broke her heart.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your fathers right Buck, I’m not good enough for yo-“

“Shut up. Y/n I swear to god don’t say that ever again! Please don’t ever think that you’re not good or enough for me because I can promise you right here, right now that you are and always will be baby”

Before Y/n can respond a knock sounding from the door makes both jump, Bucky goes to open it instantly smiling as their friends all stand there, Sam and Wanda hold up pizza boxes with wide grins on their faces, letting everyone in Steve waits behind.

“Buck, here” the blonde whispers, holding the small box out that he instantly recognises.

“H-how?”

“I’ve got a spare key remember, I really don’t think you should wait Buck.”

“Thanks punk”

“You’re welcome jerk”

Watching from the doorway as his friends make themselves at home and seeing a genuine smile grace Y/n’s beautiful face as she stared back at him.

“I love you” he mouths.

Every time he says them words, he means them with his whole heart his entire begin.

He closes the door behind as his walks towards his future.

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strangersmunsons · 5 months

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read 'em and weep #3

you and Eddie spend more time together. romance blossoms.

Chapter 3 Eddie x Bookworm!Reader Series Read Ch. 2 -> Here!

Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!bookworm!reader, lowkey shy!reader, new love and giddiness all around, and a brief cameo from Steve. No mention of reader's physical appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: mentions of food/eating. Word Count: ~5.5k this took me sooo, ridiculously long to finish. work, writer's block, etc kept getting in the way! hopefully this is okay. i've spent far too much time at this point editing & second-guessing everything, i finally just had to stop overthinking & post!

You’re lying on your bed, nearly dozing when the telephone on your nightstand starts ringing shrilly.

The shock of it startles you from your half-sleep, and you blearily push yourself upright from the prone position. One hand smashes into the pages of the magazine you’d been skimming through, which slips forward on the soft bed covers.

Too comfy to really want to move, you stretch over and clumsily pick up the phone, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie,” says the voice on the other end. There’s a fuzziness around the edge of his words as they crackle through the speaker.

It’s not the first time he’s rang you at this hour, but a thrill still shoots through you at the sound of his voice. “Hi.”

Eddie has quickly become a fixture in your life over the past few weeks. Your friendship continued to blossom with each visit he paid you at the library, where he gave you live updates on his reading progress, not even bothering to wait until he was finished before sharing his opinions. He was nice, and funny, and you became increasingly fond of him.

Then one day, while he was chatting your ear off about something or other, it hit you: you think Eddie’s pretty. His face is sculpted but soft, everything just looks so soft. The rounded chin and cheeks, the bulbous tip of his nose that looks like the perfect place to plant a tiny kiss…

He had kept on talking, but you could hardly hear what he was saying. Suddenly all you could focus on was the prickly warmth creeping up the back of your neck and into your ears. It was reminiscent of a feeling you’d had once or twice before around him, but this time it came in swinging. And finally, you could see it for what it really was. Oh.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry, I know it’s kinda late.”

“No, I was still up.”

You sound a bit groggy, but if Eddie notices, he doesn’t mention it. “Okay, good. How are you?”

“I’m alright. How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he echoes back wryly. “How was your day? Did you have to work?”

“Yes, I did. It was good.” You reconsider, an uncomfortable moment spent with your boss flashing back to you, and grimace. “Mostly, anyway. How was your day?”

“Listen, don’t worry about me yet, I’m trying to ask about you. Tell me about your day, why was it only mostly good?”

Eddie seems to have a knack for that; saying things that make your heart flutter in a very nonchalant way, like it’s no big deal. You’re glad this conversation is over the phone, so he can’t see the dopey look on your face.

“Well…” You bite your lip. “It’s not a big deal, but do you know the librarian at all?”

“Marissa? Unfortunately. She’s kind of a bitch.”

“Yeah, she is. And today she overheard me telling another clerk what I have planned for Story Time this weekend, and she doesn’t like it. So she got kind of nasty with me.”

“Why? Are you reading something very inappropriate?”

“I want to read them this Dr. Seuss book, Bartholomew and the Oobleck, do you remember that one? And then for the craft period, we’ll make the oobleck. It’s really easy, just cornstarch and water. But she’s saying that I shouldn’t do it because it’s going to make too much of a mess.”

“Oobleck is supposed to be a really thick slime, right? The whole point is that it gets everywhere and they can’t get rid of it?”

“Well, yeah,” you admit. “So she might actually have a point.”

“Are you kidding?” he replies brightly. “They’ll love that shit. You should do it anyway, I think that’s a sick idea.”

“Thank you.” There’s a touch of pride in your voice. You really do try your best to come up with fun and interesting things for the kids. Encouraging them to read and sparking their creativity is all you ever hope for. “I also think it’s a great opportunity to teach them all about non-Newtonian fluids.”

Eddie barks out a laugh, and it digs sharply into your ear.

“You’re funny sometimes, you know that?”

You were being serious, but if it means you’re making Eddie laugh, then you suppose you’ll take it.

He continues without waiting for an answer. “If you need help cleaning up after, I can be around for that, since I don’t work until later.”

Immediately, your brain conjures up visions of green goo splattering everywhere, getting stuck to the low tables and entrenching itself into the carpet. You can’t bring yourself to inflict that upon him. “That’s awfully sweet of you, but you absolutely do not have to do that,” you reassure him.

“I’ll be there,” he says firmly.

“No!”

“I wanna play with the oobleck. I’ll be there.”

“Fine,” you concede with a laugh. “I won’t argue with that.” There’s a warm pause, mutual affection running through the miles of telephone wire connecting the two of you. You fiddle with a small pilled spot on the bedspread. “So how’s the latest book coming along?”

“Well,” he heaves out with a great sigh, “I finally finished Left Hand of Darkness, which was really good. I can’t say I liked it better than Earthsea, but I enjoyed it. I get why you like it so much.”

“Comes down to personal preference. I’ve never met a bigger fantasy nerd than you, so Earthsea would be tough competition.”

“For my own sake, I’m choosing to take that as a compliment. Oh, and Genly and Estraven definitely had sex when they were alone on the ice together. I don’t care if they say otherwise.”

“Oh, they totally did!” you concur with a giggle.

“They were definitely kemmering, or whatever it is you’re supposed to call it. Anyway, I’m on to Geek Love now, and frankly, I’m shocked that you recommended this to me.”

“Why? You don’t like it?” It is a little grotesque, but you thought he’d be into that.

“No, I do. But I just can’t believe that a sweet thing like you would read a book like this.”

Your cheeks flood with heat as the word bounces around your head. Sweet, sweet, sweet — he thinks I’m sweet. “I like all kinds of books,” you mumble, and mentally kick yourself for not coming up with something more flirtatious to say back. The banter came a little more easily before you realized just how much you like him.

“So I’ve gathered.”

“Just you wait. I’ll have you reading the Brontës in no time.”

He huffs in disbelief. “Right. That’s likely.” He clears his throat. “Hey, um, can I ask you something?” There’s an edge to his voice you’re not used to hearing.

“Shoot.”

“Do you wanna come and hang out at my place this weekend? We could get food and watch a movie, like Lord of the Rings or something, if you still wanted to see it. Or we can go to the video store and pick something out. You can choose.”

So far, Eddie’s only ever come to visit you at the library. The prospect of spending time with him alone — truly alone, without coworkers and patrons lurking just around the corner — makes your heart hammer dizzyingly against your ribs. You keep your answer simple. “Yes. I would like that.”

“Awesome.”

Wayne can hear one side of the discussion drifting through the trailer when he comes home, kicking his work boots off and leaving them by the door. Halfway across the living room he spies his nephew in the kitchen, and his eyebrows shoot up at the state of him.

Eddie’s leaning with his back against the wall, the phone held in place between his cheek and his shoulder. One ringed hand is twirling the phone cord around his finger as he speaks in a low voice, goofy grin plastered on his face.

They make eye contact across the trailer. Eddie immediately straightens up and tries to neutralize his expression.

Wayne snorts out a laugh.

“So, um, so anyway—“ Eddie fumbles with the phone “— does six o’clock work?” He turns to the side in a poor attempt to muffle the conversation.

Wayne steps into the kitchen and tosses his jacket and lunchbox across the table. He makes a kissy-face at Eddie.

Eddie gives him the finger.

The day Eddie is meant to see you takes forever to arrive. However, as he stares at his reflection in his dresser mirror, he starts to feel like maybe it actually came way too quickly.

He’d spent the past half-hour wildly picking through his closet, combing his hair with his fingers, trying to figure out how he should present himself as more and more clothing gets flung around the room. Eventually he gave up on his hair, and came up with an ensemble he liked, but would you like it? Would you like him?

To the untrained eye, Eddie is wearing his standard Eddie-uniform: tight black pants and a band t-shirt. On the surface, it’s a regular outfit for him. But if one is a truly acute observer, they should clearly be able to see that there are subtle variations within this basic framework he’s donning that scream “Eddie Munson is Trying to Impress a Girl!”

His ripped jeans have tears that expose swaths of skin not just on his knees, but his thighs as well (scandalous!) and he’s wearing his coolest Slayer t-shirt, the one that he ripped the sleeves off of so that his tattooed arms are on full display. And it’s just loose enough so that when he leans forward, the fabric gives way so you can catch a glimpse of his chest, with its sparse hair and winking nipple ring.

It’s all very deliberate.

But as much as Eddie doesn’t want to admit it, he’s nervous. While he becomes increasingly enamored of you, unable to keep the sly compliments and saccharine terms of endearment from slipping out, you get more shy. He still hasn’t figured out if that’s a good or bad sign.

Both of you seem to be hovering in romantic limbo, tiptoeing along the fine line between friendship and flirtation. Playful and insecure. Tender and uncertain. Was your puckish rapport a new experience, or were you like that with every person you met? Did you like it when he phoned you late at night and called you honey and sweetheart, or were you just too polite to correct him? Did you hold his name and face in your soft heart when he wasn’t right there next to you, like he did yours?

He’d chickened out at the last minute, dancing around the word ‘date.’

Eddie could be smooth on occasion, sure. But it was different when you knew you didn’t actually have a shot in hell with the person you were talking to. He didn’t have to be afraid of rejection when he already knew it was coming.

Like, he could flirt and wink at Chrissy Cunningham all he wanted and invite her to the Hideout because he knew full-well that she was never really going to show up to watch his band play — let alone dump her boyfriend to go out with him. So he could ham it up, make a fool of himself, and then shrug it all off when nothing happened.

Only a few girls had ever taken him up on his offers. And they always ended up being private affairs; nobody wanted to risk being seen out at dinner with Eddie Munson. Instead there were quick and clumsy trysts in the back of his van or in the woods behind the school, and he was reduced to a novelty notch in the bedpost, a secret for them to whisper about at slumber parties, the eponymous who of a giggly “Guess who I hooked up with!”

It took Eddie a minute to catch on. He remembers the first time, when he hooked up with a girl at a party he was dealing at during his junior year. The next school day, he tried approaching her in the hallway as she chatted with a fellow cheerleader, and she quite literally turned on her heel and ran — but not without shooting him a look of such intense disdain that it made Eddie physically flinch. Her friend snapped her locker shut, and snickered knowingly at Eddie before following suit.

He won’t lie, that one stung. He’d stood there in mild shock at being brushed off so harshly, while other students milled about, completely oblivious to his distress; someone deliberately knocked their shoulder into his as they passed by, causing the handle of his lunchbox to slip out from his sweaty fist. It fell to the floor with a loud clang that echoed about his ears.

Eddie had already had a pretty good idea of what other people thought of him, but boy, did it really sink in that day.

It set the framework for what his love life would look like for the rest of high school. Which maybe wouldn’t have been so horrible to deal with, if only he hadn’t been in high school for two years longer than he’d expected to be.

So he leaned into it. It was really the only thing he could do, and hey, at least it meant that he could get some every now and then. What did it matter if they refused to make eye contact with him the next day? He didn’t need all that relationship mess, anyway. He didn’t care.

He didn’t care, he didn’t care, he didn’t care — if he tried to tell himself that one more time he was going to explode.

In reality Eddie’s a pretty lonely guy. But since meeting you? He’s hopeful for the first time in a long time that maybe his life doesn’t have to be that way.

Eddie raps on your front door with his fist, biting the inside of his cheek. Pizza and movies. Easy breezy. There has never been a more relaxed person than you, ever, he thinks, buzzing with nervous energy.

After a moment the door swings open. “Hi,” you greet him, stepping out onto the welcome mat, tugging at the shoulder strap of your purse.

“Hey,” he responds with an easy smile on his lips, one that doesn’t betray his anxiety. He gives you an approving once-over and lets out a low whistle. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

And you really are. He’s never seen you in anything but your work clothes, so he appreciates this chance to see you in an outfit that’s true to your style.

You let out an embarrassed chuckle and wave a hand at him. “Oh, please.”

“No, I’m serious! You look very nice.”

You can hardly meet his gaze, a flustered grin forming on your own face. “Thank you. So do you.”

He shrugs modestly, but his dimples show. He gestures to where his van sits parked by the curb. “Shall we?”

The interior of the van is plush and blue and smells of tobacco and something vaguely minty. Eddie insists on running around the vehicle so he can open the passenger-side door for you, and holds out his arm for you to grasp while you climb in; an unexpected act of chivalry.

“Wow, I’m getting the full VIP treatment here, aren’t I?” you ask him jokingly as you clamber onto the seat.

“Get used to it, sweetheart. I may not look it, but I’m a gentleman of the highest caliber.”

“I’m sure you are. I’ll bet Emily Post writes to you for etiquette tips.”

Eddie turns the engine on, and music starts blaring from the speakers. He quickly turns the volume down, shooting you an apologetic look. “Sorry. I, uh, I like it loud.” He gestures to a shoebox tucked away on the floor by your feet. “There’s a bunch of other tapes in there, you can pick a different one if you like.”

You’re delighted to realize that you have an opportunity to tease him. You tilt your head up, lips pouting as though you’re deep in thought. “Okay. Let's say I pull out a different tape.”

Eddie looks at you quizzically, but plays along. “Okay. Let’s say you do.”

“Now, hypothetically, I would do this because I want to hear something different from what’s playing currently. Right?”

“Right…”

You reach into the box and pull out the first tape you make contact with, and end up with the latest W.A.S.P. album. You cock an eyebrow at him while you hold out the tape for him to see. “So riddle me this: what are the chances that this album — or any of these albums, for that matter — sound any different from what you’re playing right now?”

Eddie attempts to stifle a laugh and fails. “Hey now,” he says, trying to sound stern, “there is something incredibly special and nuanced about every single tape in that box. I would never deign to compare Ride the Lightning to The Headless Children. Completely different. Worlds apart, in fact.”

You shrug, pleased with yourself. “If you say so. You would know better than me.”

“I’m gonna teach you how to be metal,” he promises, peering over his shoulder as he backs out onto the street.

You continue rifling around in his box of tapes. “Do you really think I could be? My job is reading picture books to preschoolers.”

“Totally. There’s nothing more metal than the public library.”

The first stop you and Eddie make is at his favorite local pizza joint, where he insists on paying for dinner himself — he wouldn’t even let you throw a dollar in the tip jar. The shop is conveniently located in the same strip mall as the Family Video, so after putting your order in, the two of you cross the road to browse for a movie while you wait.

When you enter the store, you’re greeted by the little tinkling sound of bells and a bored ‘Welcome’ from the employee seated at the counter.

The cashier is cute — not as cute as Eddie, you think — and probably about the same age. When he finally looks up from the counter and sees the two of you together, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise before furrowing again as he makes eye contact with Eddie.

The two boys stare at each other in mutual distaste. He nods coolly at Eddie. “Munson.”

Eddie’s reply is flat. “Harrington.”

As you approach the counter, the employee’s name tag comes into view: Steve.

Eddie strides past him and doesn’t stop, even when Steve calls out to his retreating back —

“You still haven’t brought back Spinal Tap!”

“I know,” Eddie replies, not bothering to turn around.

You follow Eddie across the store, skimming through the colorful titles. He stops abruptly in the middle of an aisle, and you bump softly into his back.

He gives you an amused smirk from over his shoulder. “Easy there.”

“Sorry,” you reply, giving him a little smile that’s all too apologetic for his liking. He can’t resist the urge to reach out and take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go again.

You beam at him.

“So what are we feeling?” he asks, feeling needlessly scrambled at the brief but lingering affection. “Something scary? Funny?” He bats his eyelashes dramatically. “Romantic?”

Your response is automatic. “Whatever you want is fine with me.”

Eddie frowns at you. “I told you, it’s your choice. I already picked out a two-hour cartoon.”

He’s being very sweet. But you want to pick something that he’ll enjoy, too.

Acting on a little tip from your new friend Steve the Cashier, you ask Eddie —

“So you like Rob Reiner movies, huh?”

Eddie slaps The Princess Bride down on the counter in front of Steve.

“Nice vest,” he comments.

Steve shoots him a dirty look. “Your late fees are gonna pile up.”

Eddie ignores this.

Steve sighs and begins the checkout process. Eddie can’t help noticing Steve casting you sidelong glances, his eyes flitting up and down your figure appreciatively.

Eddie clears his throat pointedly.

“Here.” Steve pushes the film back over the counter.

Eddie grabs it and heads for the door without saying anything; you, confused and a little put off by the attitude, offer Steve your most polite “Thank you!” before scurrying out after him.

Eddie holds the door for you when exiting, a pleasant expression on his face that’s a stark contrast from the one he wore when talking to Steve. When you’re both back outside, you can’t help but wonder what that cashier ever did to him.

“I take it you’re not a fan of Steve from Family Video?” you press.

Eddie looks sheepish. “You caught that, huh?”

“It was kind of hard to miss.”

He hesitates. “Well, we went to school together, and he wasn’t very nice. Let’s leave it at that.”

You simply nod, understanding his reluctance to say more. Reliving your high school trauma isn’t exactly something you’re interested in right now, either.

As you and Eddie head back across the street, your swinging arms cause your hands to brush against one another. After a moment’s hesitation, he clasps your hand in his, and your fingers intertwine, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

Eddie starts the drive home, and he feels a wave of apprehension.

He told you he lived in Forest Hills early on, and you didn’t bat an eyelash. But with you being so new in town, he wasn’t really sure that you even knew it was a trailer park.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed, exactly, or even that he thinks you’ll really mind — nothing you’ve said to him thus far indicated that his economic status would bother you — but being called trailer trash as many times as he has…well, it’s enough to make anyone defensive.

By the time he pulls up to the Munson trailer, he still hasn’t dared to look across the cab to see your reaction. “Well, here we are!” he exclaims in a hearty voice that doesn’t match what he’s feeling inside at all.

While you fumble between unbuckling your seatbelt and balancing the pizza box on your lap, Eddie darts out of the van so he can help you climb out again. When he opens the door he’s relieved to see that you don’t seem phased by your surroundings; you flash him the same happy smile you always do, and it gives him a boost of confidence.

Hopping up the porch steps, he unlocks the rickety front door and gestures for you to enter, bowing slightly. “After you, miss.”

You curtsey back. “Thank you, sir.”

Eddie pretends that that has less of an effect on him than it actually does.

Inside, he watches you peer around the trailer in interest. He’s glad that he did a deep-clean yesterday: there’s no clothes hanging over the furniture, any garbage he could find was bagged up and taken out, and he wiped down all the flat surfaces with the lemon-y spray cleaner that lives beneath the sink. He even dumped out all the ashtrays; when Wayne saw that, he commented that he must really like this girl.

“That’s a lot of mugs,” you comment, looking admiringly at the shelves that display years of Wayne’s little hobby. “I’m impressed.”

“They’re my uncle’s,” says Eddie as he kicks off his shoes. “I keep telling him he’s got a problem.”

“No, they’re great,” you insist. “Everybody collects something. Don’t you?”

Eddie pauses, hovering by the boxy television. “I guess so. Music. D and D shit.” He sets the pizza down on the coffee table. “Here, have a seat. I’ll get us some plates.”

Eddie walks to the kitchen and starts rifling through the cabinets for some paper plates and napkins. You call out to him from your seat on the worn sofa. “Is your uncle working right now?”

“Yeah.” Eddie pads back into the living room. “He works a lot of night shifts.”

“Are all Munsons generally nocturnal?” you ask, referring to his bartending gig at The Hideout, a job that keeps him busy well into the night.

Eddie chuckles as crouches by the coffee table, pulling off two slices of greasy pizza and laying one on each plate. “I guess you could say that,” he says, handing you your share. Brown eyes find yours and he nudges your knee with his elbow playfully. “But it leaves me free to come and bother you at work during the day, doesn’t it?”

You dig the toe of your sock into the rug and look down at the food instead of him. “I wouldn’t call you a bother.”

His full lips turn up at the corners. “You wouldn’t?” He rests his hand on your leg, and his fingers swirl a gentle pattern over your skin.

You swallow. “No.” The word comes out subdued and breathy.

Eddie doesn’t move, but stays positioned by your knee, staring up at you. “Look at me again,” he says softly, leaning in a little closer.

You do as he asks and it’s almost too much. His eyes are huge and warm and they look like everything you’ve ever wanted.

A few seconds tick by, and then the phone rings and Eddie’s standing up again, whatever momentary spell the two of you were under, broken.

“Hang on,” he says, face tinged pink.

You settle back into the sofa and squirm, feeling feverish.

Eddie wrenches the phone off the hook in annoyance. “Hello?” When the person on the other line answers, he huffs and rolls his eyes, turning away so his back is towards you. Still, you catch snippets of the exchange:

“Henderson, I said tomorrow, okay?” Eddie hisses in aggravation. “No, I don’t care if you don’t wanna do it in the morning, man. I’ve gotta work tomorrow night. You guys either come early or it’s not happening.”

You watch him curiously.

“Suck it up.” Eddie pauses to listen to the person speak again, and turns and glances at you across the trailer. Then his tone becomes noticeably gentler. “Thanks, man. I’ll let you know. See ya.”

He hangs up the phone with a sigh, and his face relaxes into a smile again.

He strolls back into the living room and claps his ringed hands together. “So! Are you ready to experience a cinematic masterpiece?”

Some three hours later, you and Eddie are slumped back against the worn cushions, now one and half movies deep. Over the course of the night you’ve slowly closed the distance between your bodies, so his leg is pressed against yours. Eddie has one arm slung over the back of the couch, fingers dancing just above the skin of your collarbone. Both of you are stuffed to the gills, and more than a little sleepy. Even Eddie, who kept up a stream of commentary during Lord of the Rings, eager to discuss his favorite bits of Middle Earth lore with you, is tuckered out.

Shenanigans play out on the television screen. You let out a huge yawn.

Eddie’s arm curls around your shoulder, hand digging into the meat of your bicep, pulling you closer to him. “This okay?” he murmurs.

You nod clumsily and start fidgeting, your hands twisting in your lap.

Eddie says your name softly. You hum in acknowledgement.

“I really like you. And I think you like me.” He cocks his head to the side. “Is that right?”

Your heart throbs.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Okay,” he whispers back. “Can I kiss you then, sweetheart?”

You nod; Eddie leans in slowly, then presses his lips to yours for a moment before pulling back again. It’s quick, chaste and sweet, and not nearly enough. Your hands find his face, palms landing on both his cheeks so you can bring his mouth back to yours.

He’s happy to oblige.

Eddie sighs, tongue dipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss. One hand cups the back of your head, keeping you right where he wants you. The other snakes around your thigh, and he uses the leverage to abruptly pull you up and over his lap. A small “Oh!” of surprise escapes you at the jolt, but Eddie wastes no time in securing his mouth to yours again.

His kisses are wet, heady, and grow increasingly frantic as the two of you clutch at each other. Your hands weave into his hair — a longtime fantasy of yours come true at last — and he lets out a soft moan when your fingers tug gently at the tangled tresses.

Your skin feels tingly, sensitive, alight at every little touch he gives you. Your head is full of nothing but Eddie, the way he looks and feels and smells, and the way he makes you feel, like a shaken-up pop bottle, full of pink fizz and ready to burst.

Eddie suddenly laughs against your lips, smiling into another kiss.

You pull back hastily, self-consciously. But he looks jubilant, cheeks dimpled in joy, chocolate eyes crinkled at the outer corners.

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly, “it’s just — I couldn’t tell — I wasn’t really sure where your head was at.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “You kept gettin’ quiet on me all of a sudden.”

You let your head fall forward, forehead pressing into his shoulder, and let out a tiny groan. “I know. I’m sorry, it wasn’t you.”

You lift your head back up and face him. “I’m not usually very good at this stuff,” you admit. “Connecting with people. It’s harder, when you’re introverted…and have different interests. But you were so easy to talk to when we met! And I was so excited to make a new friend, but I…,” you trail off.

“But you what?” he prompts.

“The more I looked at you the cuter I thought you were.” The words come out in a rush. “When I realized what was happening I got nervous.”

Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively. “Oh, something’s happening?”

You swat at him playfully.

“I’m kidding!” He rubs your shoulders soothingly. “But you don’t have to be nervous around me. I’m just some guy, y’know?”

“You, Eddie Munson, are certainly not just some guy.”

“Aw, shucks, sweetheart. You’re makin’ me blush.”

The movie has long since ended, and a peaceful darkness settles over the trailer. The only sound is the chirp of the summer crickets outside and quiet breathing.

Eddie’s fully sprawled out over the couch with you nestled in his arms. It took some coaxing, but eventually he convinced you to lay on top of him, your warm weight better than any blanket, the sweet fragrance of your perfume soothing his senses. Your face is half-hidden in the crook of his neck, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I have a confession to make,” he says sleepily.

“Ooh. It better be something juicy.”

“It is. Excellent gossip. You can tell all your friends, I won’t even be mad.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I scoped you out at the library,” he admits. “I came in that day specifically to talk to you. Y’know, turn on that Munson charm, and sweep you off your feet, and all that.”

“Really?” You blink, trying to jog your memory. “I don’t remember ever seeing you before that.” You think of his tousled hair and clunky jewelry. “And you’re pretty memorable.”

“Well, there’s a slight chance that I, um, ducked, and hid behind a shelf when you got close. It was the Saturday right before we met, after you did your reading.”

That recalls something for you. “Wait, wait, maybe I do remember…” It’s hazy. Pale face, brown hair? You can’t quite place this person as Eddie, but it must have been him. “I think I did see you creeping around.”

“What can I say? Your story telling enthralled me.”

It’s the truth. He’d been browsing for a Clive Barker book when he caught sight of you in the children’s area. You read We’re Going on a Bear Hunt with an enthusiasm usually reserved for trained Shakespearean actors, and it left him undeniably impressed.

You cuddle closer to him, burying your face in his chest. “I’m glad you decided to nut up and talked to me.”

He smiles against your hair. “Me too.”

Early the next morning, in the hazy gray-blue dawn, the front door opens quietly — cautiously even. Wayne’s not sure what he’ll be walking into. All he knows is that his nephew really likes this girl, and that for Eddie’s sake he hopes that his date went well. He’s not sure how much more disappointment the boy can take. He wants to see him happy.

So he’s pleasantly surprised to see you and Eddie piled up on the couch like two puppies, fast asleep and — thank Christ — fully-clothed. Eddie’s arm is slung over you protectively, his soft snores just barely audible.

Good for him.

And if they wanna sleep in the living room, that’s fine.

Wayne’s gonna take the bed.

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Root Beer

Happy birthday @stevesbipanic !!! I had an idea for this so long ago, but then your birthday gave me the perfect excuse to write it. I'm so honored we are friends, I am still so shocked about it (Flashback to my OG post about Tumblr royalty liking one of my posts) and I cannot wait to get to spend even more time with you <333

“Remind me again why you always pay for Erica’s ice cream?” Eddie wondered as Steve dug into his wallet and forked over the dollar eighty five required for Erica’s scoop of cotton candy with rainbow sprinkles.

“It’s reparations for child endangerment,” Erica replied immediately, sticking her tongue out briefly as Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie automatically stuck his tongue out right back at her, making her laugh as she skipped off to the other side of the counter and waited for her treat. The kids had asked for a ride to the ice cream shop, but in a rare display of discipline, Steve had refused to pay for any of them except Erica, and, shockingly, no one had complained. They had all pooled their money, ordered three sundaes to split, and were now sitting in the corner digging into their treats.

“I’ll tell you about it some other time,” Steve promised, keeping his wallet open as he turned towards his boyfriend, “Are you gonna get anything?”

“Still deciding,” Eddie said, bouncing on his heels.

The shop was no Scoops Ahoy, but it did have a wide array of different options, all with wonderful punny names. He was currently between getting a ‘Bloody Sundae’, which was a vanilla scoop with cherry syrup and chocolate sprinkles, or a ‘Mint to be’, which was mint chocolate chip with whipped cream and bright green sprinkles.

Maybe he could get both if he gave Steve the right amount of puppy eyes. That usually worked for other things. Dates, getting to pick the movie they watched at night…..other….things.

Eddie was still thinking through his strategy as Steve stepped up to order.

“Can I get a large root beer float with soft serve twist and a cone on the side?” Steve asked, using his customer service voice with a charming smile, making the girl behind the counter twitter and twirl her hair as she rang him up and walked off to make his float.

Eddie blinked a few times trying to register what Steve had just said, before groaning loudly and pulling a disgusted face.

“What?” Steve wondered, bewildered by Eddie’s vehement reaction.

“Root beer,” Eddie said with a grimace, waggling his tongue.

“What’s wrong with root beer?”

“It’s so…sweet,” Eddie finally got out, trying and failing to find the exact words to explain his complete disdain for root beer. He had given root beer a real try, multiple attempts and everything, but every time he had spat it out, unable to enjoy the taste.

“Eddie, I have seen you eat a frosting sandwich,” Steve said in a complete deadpan, giving Eddie a raised brow look, “Just frosting and white bread,”

“Don’t judge my trailer park cuisine, rich boy!” Eddie cried in an overdramatic tone, clutching his chest and shaking his head with his eyes shut tight, “I’m not the one having nasty icky sarsaparilla nonsense, making future kisses completely impossible until you have purged yourself of the disgusting concoction.”

Steve burst into bright loud laughter, lighting up the entire store like he was the goddamn sun. Eddie paused in his diatribe, watching Steve with lovesick eyes as he giggled uncontrollably.

“Sarsaparilla concoction,” Steve huffed out, continuing to chuckle, “God, I love you, you big dork.”

Oh.

Both of them paused, staring at each other with wide eyes as they took in what Steve had just let slip out.

It wasn’t like they didn’t both know. They had been dating for three months, crushing on each other for two before that, and every minute had been pure bliss. There was no doubt that Steve was the love of his life, and Eddie had been pretty sure Steve felt the same.

Now he knew for a fact, and that was a lot to take in standing in the middle of a subpar ice cream shop.

“I- um- I,” Steve stopped trying to stutter, giving Eddie a nervous little look, letting his eyes drop to his shoes as he shuffled in place. Eddie’s surprise faded into unbearably warm affection. He reached over and quickly squeezed Steve’s hand, knowing he wasn’t able to do more in public, but wishing he could kiss Steve until they were both drunk and delirious on their love.

“I’ll have a black raspberry shake with chocolate sprinkles, whipped cream, and hot fudge,” Eddie called out as the cashier walked back over with Steve’s float, delivering it with a flirty little smile. Steve didn't even look at her as he took his ice cream, and she rang them up lightning fast, clearly jilted by his non-response. Eddie couldn't care less, dragging Steve over to their tables and waiting for his order to be called.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly as they sat down, the words being overshadowed by the sound of their kids happily screaming at each other. He looked around and risked a quick kiss on the cheek, getting Steve buttered up and happy before he finished his sentence.

“Even if your taste is trash,”

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #st #st 4 #stranger things 4 #erica sinclair #Steve and erica #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #st drabble #st4 #Happy birthday B

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 16

Part 15

The next day, Steve was probably the clingiest he'd ever been. He thought his heat had ended but the new pack bonds brought on a new crest of lust. For the first time since he had arrived, he ate breakfast with everyone in the kitchen. After the meal, Steve made himself comfortable in Eddie's lap.

Eddie and Jeff were talking about concepts for the next album. Gareth was nursing his coffee, still waking up. Grant got up to refill his own mug and Steve's eyes followed him like a hawk. Eddie was pretty attuned to Steve's wants and needs. And when he felt Steve's fingers brush against his lips while staring at the unaware beta across the room, he had a pretty good idea of what his baby wanted.

"Remember sweetness, you gotta use your words. The boys don't know all your tells yet."

Steve whimpered and whined at first, but not longer after he was purring as Grant ate him out on the counter.

Soon enough though, it was time for Corroded Coffin to return to the public eye. And almost just as quickly, the fans with a keen eye noticed a certain omega showing up much more. Not just on Eddie's arm but the rest of the band's as well.

The more it was seen, the more permanent Steve's position appeared. It was February when the competing hashtags #ccomega and #notouromega showed up. Of course, the overwhelming majority of the fans were in the camp of 'neither one is gonna fuck you, so stop wasting your time arguing about it'.

Eddie was reading through a couple of argument threads, snickering to himself when Steve stepped out of the dressing room.

"What about this one?"

The outfit consisted of tight leather pants, a blazer, and a mesh shirt under that. Eddie's hands fell to the magnetic force that was Steve's nipples and started playing with them through the shirt. He let that be his answer and the online comment wars were forgotten for a moment. The new outfit was for an award show the band was attending and throughout the whole thing, Steve ignored his own reserved seat and stayed planted in Eddie's lap.

Given that it was an award show, many eyes were on it, even those not typically concerned with celebrity gossip. When it started spreading to such a degree, even THEY couldn't ignore it. Helen Harrington should have known something was up the moment Irene got that nasty look in her eyes, taking a sip of her champagne flute before speaking.

"Of course, we can't all have such famous children. Steve has been in so many magazines these days. I think the last one actually caught him with his pants down", Irene laughed haughtily.

Helen's face was tight with control. "You're such a charmer Irene. Not most people would admit to reading such tabloid trash."

It was reaching their circle of colleagues, which meant something must be done about their son. She and her husband Richard discussed as much. Steve couldn't be allowed to drag their name through the mud like this anymore.

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Steve had basically taken up residence in the band's house. He slept in Eddie's room, which was now functionally his as well. Every morning he woke up with their scents mingled and it made his omega purr with satisfaction. He liked whenever the rest of his pack's scents lingered on his body too. Every time he went out, people knew who he belonged to, even without a bite.

But the thought of getting a mating bite did intrigue him.

He wasn't sure how to bring it up though. They'd already taken a major step in their relationship. Asking to be mated forever seemed like asking too much too soon. But relaxing in the living room, warming his alpha's cock with his mouth while daytime television played on sounded perfect.

And everyday with Steve was perfect in Eddie's opinion. Valentine's Day needed to be more perfect. He had a hunch why Steve was spending February 13th with Jeff and Gareth. It didn't make him any less crabby about it though and unfortunately Grant was left to deal with his crabby ass. He was even crabbier when he realized Steve had awakened much earlier the next day and that Eddie wouldn't be seeing him until evening.

CC had a radio interview and Steve was off doing who knew what. Eddie had half a mind to send him relentless thirst texts but instead just made sure he remembered they had reservations at a private restaurant. Eddie sent a car to get Steve and by 8 they had both arrived. Eddie was practically drooling at the silk shirt Steve was wearing.

And the thrill of later events got to him as he put a hand to Steve's back and felt something lacy underneath the shirt.

"You got a surprise for me, baby?"

Steve's smile was coy. "Maybe. Maybe I did a little shopping and I needed a couple of extra eyes to make sure it looked right."

Well that explained why the other two tagged along. And Eddie was only a little jealous that they got to see his present early. Only a little. Steve was pressed to his side for the entire dinner, feeding each other and feeling his surprise just under the silk.

"Baby, I don't think I can wait any longer", Eddie murmured against his ear.

"I can't either", Steve whispered back, legs rubbing together.

There was no way they were making it back home. Steve needed Eddie inside him now and he let him know that by letting out quiet whimpers directly into his ear. Eddie bit his lip, getting a naughty thought in his head.

"I've got an idea...if you're into it."

Steve was definitely into any ideas he had and soon the bill was paid and they were rushing back to the car Eddie had driven here. Eddie started driving with one hand, then other cupped Steve between the legs. It didn't take long for Eddie to find what they needed.

A 24 hour car wash.

They both climbed into the backseat as soon as the car was set on the track. Steve sunk down on Eddie's cock and rode him without an ounce of shame, letting his voice ring out among the noises of the brushes and soap and water. Eddie knew he must have hearts in his eyes, watching this beautiful creature, shirt falling open to reveal the dark green lingerie underneath.

When they came, they only had a few moments to make themselves decent as the car started to exit the wash. Steve didn't even try, just lying in the backseat with his pants off while Eddie scrambled back to the front. With very little regard for much else, Eddie peeled out of the parking area to preserve Steve's modesty.

Meanwhile, Steve had few qualms about having his cunt out in the backseat. This time of night, it was dark besides a few streetlamps. he reached down to feel his own wetness mingling with Eddie's cum. Eddie wasn't playing any music, so the sound of Steve's pussy sounded like it was echoing in the car. This man would be the death of him.

The rest of the night was spent in romantic bliss, just the two of them. But Steve had already given the rest of his pack chocolates.

The next morning, Steve's dream of a domestic life with Eddie was interrupted by his phone ringing. Eddie groaned at the intrusion and Steve reached out to grab it and see who was calling him. The number had no name attached, but he knew it by heart. He'd known the number since he was young but it had been years since he'd called it. Or since it had called him.

He ignored the call to stop the ringing and cuddled back up to his alpha. Eddie was all who mattered right now. Not them. He ignored the call that came a couple of hours later, and the few that came the next day as well. He didn't even listen to the voicemails left for him. Whatever they had to say, couldn't be anything good.

It was two weeks later when he got his first piece of mail since he started living here and who else could it be from but his parents. He leaned against the fridge as he opened it, finally curious enough to find out what they wanted.

"So what'd they send you?", Eddie asked before spooning some cereal into his mouth.

For a moment, Steve simply stood there, mouth agape as he read the envelope's contents.

"Sweetheart?"

"My parents.... sent me a cease and desist letter."

Part 17 (final)

Tag Team CLOSED

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FAVORITE AUTHORS AND WHY

[ A/N: These are based on my opinion, standards, and experiences only. The writers in this blog are those whose blogs I read religiously. I weirdly have a high standard on what fics I can read without cringing and these writers are the ones on the top of my list. This is also for those new readers that are still kinda confused about where to start and where they can find writers with extensive and quality master lists. This is a continuously growing list and I will add more when I encounter others.]

This list are blogs that mostly make fanfictions of the characters Chris Evans, Henry Cavill, and Sebastian Stan plays.

Please read the individual warnings, rules, and tags in each of these writers' blogs or fics. Minors dni.

@littlefreya - "The Eve"

When I was lost and new to the Henry Cavill fandom it was her stories that were the final nail to my coffin that will bury me 6 feet under the fandom. Her master list is everything and more -- smut, ddlg, dark, fluff, domestic -- whatever you want it's there.

@onsunnyside - "My Sofia Coppola"

Sofia Coppola is my favorite director when it comes to imagery and aesthetics -- that is why I consider Sunny as my Sofia because I SWEAR the first time I read Tarzan!Steve fic it was like a movie and none of her stories have ever disappointed me. I still can't believe I read her stories for free.

@evansbby - "New York Times"

I've said it once and I'll repeat it, I check her blog every day like it's the morning news. I am so obsessed with her stories it is unhealthy. She writes the most delicious and varied Chris Evans and characters fics which makes it exciting but also comforting at the same time because at the end of the day -- they're all daddy.

@kinanabinks - "Spicy Shakespeare"

I actually took a lot of inspiration from her in one of my series -- she is that good. She writes the most delicious smut with the perfect splash of angst, tragedy, drama, and smut that will satisfy that itch in your head when you're looking for a bit of drama in your p*rn.

@comfortcap - "Guilty Comfort"

My daddy issues FLARE TF UP when I'm reading any of her (ddlg) fics. Such a sweet writer with the sweetest, fluffiest, and sometimes smuttiest fics that makes me feel guilty and comforted at the same time ;3 I love reading her stuff after a long and overwhelming day.

@junipermuses - "Lizzy Grant"

Lizzy Grant -- aka Lana del Ray -- is how I imagine her fics would be if it was a person. Sexy, effortlessly cool, and so put together. The subtle but easy-to-digest plots builds up the smut so much that it's so satisfying to watch it all unravel in the end.

@buckycuddlebuddy - "hey god ... me again"

Her fics immerse me so much that she has me giggling and kicking my feet as I read them. She is one of the few "x reader" fic writers that makes me want to cry and scream and beg whichever god is listening to move me in the alternate reality where I am the "reader" / main character in her story.

@sillyrabbit81 - "Mother Nature Called"

I swear every time I'm on my period you will find me vicariously scrolling through her master list because the way she writes the daddies (ESPECIALLY SY) are so comforting, dominant, and caring that it just turns my heart, womb, and coochie into mush.

@angrythingstarlight - "Pandora's Box"

Once you open her master list you will read nothing but her works for days (trust me I've been there) . She has an extensive collection of works that are a top quality. Her works can range from sweet to downright nasty to the fluffiest domestic scenarios that will have you grinning at your screen at 3 am.

@hansensgirl - "The Witch"

I forget feminism when I'm reading her works. I cannot believe I'm giggling over a man bossing me over and controlling my entire life?! And she somehow makes it work and that's how I've come to the theory that she pulls some witchcraft shit when she writes her stories but hey ... I'm not complaining.

@pellucid-constellations - "All Too Well (10 minute version)"

She writes the BEST angst and that's coming from me whose comfort film is "Love, Rosie". If you're looking for a well-developed plot, characters, and story arcs that end with a lot of groveling, comfort, and a happy ending -- look no further.

#tia's recommendations #author recommendation

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Loving all the established steddie doing crime, it’s adorable and exhilarating, the whole Bonnie and Clyde vibe is chef kiss but imagine Steve and Eddie in high school being perfect strangers except for their drug transactions and one day Steve materializes in front of Eddie, anxious as fuck, telling him that he put his joints in his gym pants and forgot them in the boys’ lockers. Therefore him, the entire basket ball team and Eddie himself are fucked because the lockers are thoroughly searched once a month and well, it’s that time of the month. Steve can’t have his parents know about this and is starting to feel the tell tale signs of a panic attack taking hold of him. And he would never snitch about his dealer but he doesn’t know if his team mates would hold their piece if interrogated about the source of the drugs. God knows they will turn on Steve and pin everything on him the second they get the chance.

Eddie’s silently listening to him, eyes thoughtful, then is like “We’ll go get your stash then. In and out, Harrington, should be easy enough.” and promptly drags Steve with him to be the lookout, deftly breaks into the lockers room, retrieves the pair of pants holding the incriminating items, tosses them at Steve’s head and they run like hell -pants in hand- the moment they hear someone opening the door to the coach’s office. They’re full of manic laugher, breathing hard from their run and beaming at each other like they’re lifelong friends.

After that Steve keeps coming up with reasons to do crime so he can hang out with Eddie again.

and at first Eddie can be a little suspicious, because surely Harrington must be out to get him collared by the law or something right? maybe his douchebag friends set him up with the task of setting up the freak. which y'know, wouldnt really make sense cause he's the only safe dealer in Hawkins.

his prices sometimes arent fair (the asshole tax is a pain so people are usually nice to him for the weeks leading up to parties) but his shit is never cut or laced with anything bad, nobody ever has any nasty surprises when they partake and if he lingers around after the purchase they know they're safe cause he never partakes and he always knows what to do if or when someone OD's so getting him nabbed by the law seems very counterproductive.

But Steve is just. There. With an abundance of hairbrained schemes and miscellaneous mischiefs, stupid shenanigans, and Eddie is very easily pursuaded into shenanigans, just the word shenanigan is enough to get Eddie riled into a excitable ball of mad adhd driven energy.

but Steve never gets them caught, never leaves him hanging, even hauls his ass up onto the roof when flashlights aimed down alley ways that would have for sure caught him hiding behind a dumpster eventually with all that manly jock strength, before laying spread eagle on the rooftop grinning into the night air as if he's high on just life alone and yeah thats pretty hot but what is his deal and why does Eddie want to never let it go?

when will Steve get bored of him? Will steve get bored of him? the questions are torture so Eddie just keeps deciding to let it go until the next time, and keeps doing that until they find themselves on a back road after an honest to gods heist™ making out in the back seat full of horny adrenaline and Eddie will never let him go.

#BE GAY #DO CRIMES #steddie

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Hello dearest! Congratulations on 200 followers! I have come up with the perfect two words for you to use.

Eddie + “feral” + “bread”

Hehehe love youuu - @corroded-hellfire

of courrrse you would choose this 😮‍💨😮‍💨 this is pretty angsty which I normally don’t do. Hope you like it bb @corroded-hellfire 💓

EDDIE X FEM! READER

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WARNINGS: IMPLIED SMUT, MENTIONS OF SEX ACTS

You were sick of the dreams, sick of waking up feeling like you were some kind of rabid dog. It had been years since that mother fucker left your house for good, slamming the door hard, rattling the hinges. Another fight, another failed relationship added to your belt.

Sure you had moved on, dating that cute baker who would come crawling into your sheets at night wafting notes of fresh bread and sweet icing into your bedroom. He was sweet as sugar but the sex was mediocre at best. So you did what you did best, you left him. Finding another cute guy to fill the void and your heart was aching for distraction. The accountant. Ooh yes he was good with numbers and financially stable. But the pressed suits and slicked back hair every day was making the vanilla love making just that— vanilla. Bland, flavorless, like a water flavored lollipop. The twins? Yesss finally. Something you could divulge in…two men to treat you like a queen. Two men all to yourself, sharing a bed, never fighting over you just worshiping you, and maybe it could have been great, could have been something any girl desired…if they weren’t two inch twins. Can’t exactly get off when you can barely feel anything.

So when you had gotten the invite for Hawkins High’s Class of ‘86, 10 year reunion, you thought what the hell? Last you had known he had left Hawkins that night of your fight never to be heard from again, so the likelihood of him showing up was slim to none. And Steve Harrington who was fresh from a divorce was going to be in attendance. The way his jeans always hugged him so tight in the front he was bound to house some kind of mythical anaconda behind the denim. But the dreams had started that night, and they weren’t of Steve’s hammer cock. Someone who hadn’t crossed your mind in almost 5 years.

Walking into Hawkins High with Robin and Vicky on your side they hadn’t stopped talking about how excited Steve was to see you. And you were excited to finally unleash the beast.

And just as most things went, Lady Luck was playing games. Up on the stage sporting a leather jacket and the same black bandana he had since middle school, was Eddie ‘fuck me lips’ Munson. He looked better than he did in high school if that was even possible. His shoulders were broader, angling perfectly to his slutty little waist. Turns out Corroded Coffin had been asked to play at the reunion tonight. Your panties were dripping at the sight of him. You forgot how sexy his voice was. Forgot how wet his hair got during his shows. Fuck.

“Hey there stranger,” Steve seduces as he comes over with a wine cooler for you, Robin and Vicky. You and Steve had been close, Nancy was practically a sister to you, but everytime he fought with Nancy you were there to comfort him. And when Eddie left, Steve was there for you holding you close and assuring you everything was going to be okay. You threw your arms around Steve’s neck, relishing in the smell of his expensive cologne. He put his hands on the small of your waist as he pulled you close. “You look beautiful tonight” he whispered, dancing his tongue against the shell of your ear. You pulled back blushing slightly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

The two of you catch up. Steve telling you all about his and Nancy’s nasty divorce. You comfort him the same way you always had, fingers ruffling his hair and holding his hands in between yours. You could feel eyes burrowing into the back of your head, but ignored it. Probably just a jealous ex cheerleader wishing they were the apple of Steve’s eye for the night. Steve excuses himself to the bathroom but not before leaning down slightly and placing a wet kiss to your lips. He tasted like the wine cooler he had been drinking, and Carmex. “Be right back.”

Before you can even comprehend what has happened a familiar voice whispers in your ear, “well isn’t that rich sweetheart? King Steve and the Princess.” Your breath hitches in your throat and your stomach feels like it’s going to leap out of your body entirely.

You turn slightly in the folding chair you’re sitting in to see him. He’s holding a bottle of beer and smelling how he always did, Marlboros and musky cologne. His happy trail was slick with sweat begging to be licked. His chest was more defined, and was sporting more tattoos on it than you could count. Piercings in each nipple, which were new but something you had encouraged him to get since you had gotten yours done. His boyish features were more manly now. His neck was thick and had a vein protruding on the side. The only thing that didn’t change on him was the neck tattoo he had gotten. A red imprint of your lips with your first initial next to it.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” You scoff trying to avoid his gaze.

“And miss this? Seeing all the people who hated me in high school?” Eddie tries to joke. He pulls up Steve’s chair and slides it closer to you. Swinging his leg over the cool metal and sitting on it backwards, “Sweetheart, we know there’s only one reason why I’m here.”

“I’m not doing this shit with you, Munson.”

“Oh we’ll be doing something, but it won’t be shitty.” Eddie winks as he traces circles with his fingers against your knee. “Tell me baby, how wet are those panties?”

Stammering, you quickly reply, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The collection I had of your wet panties in my dresser drawer tells me differently.” Eddie leans in again, “and don’t forget how excited you would get during one of my shows.” Christ this fucker doesn’t forget anything, it was true. After every show you would be dripping with arousal for him, the way his fingers moved, the way his neck looked when he sang, and his voice… fuck.

“You better go, my date will be back soon, you know Steve Harrington, right?.” You say matter of factly. He wasn’t actually but Eddie didn’t know that. Anything to get under his skin was good enough for you, and if there was one thing you knew about Eddie it was his ferocious hatred for Steve Harrington.

“Oh baby, don't think I didn’t notice his hands all over you tonight. Doing it just to fuck with me, I know your mind games. You forget that you were mine for a long time.” Eddie says, pointing to your lips tatted on his neck. “Still are.”

Eddie had gotten that done for your birthday, “the only marks I want on my neck, are your lips.”

“I was. Past tense. Not anymore.” You fidget in your seat as Eddie presses into you. Your panties were wet, and your pussy was throbbing. You forgot how possessive he could be and it was turning you on. “Besides, that was years ago, haven't you moved on or was my pussy that good.”

The mention of your cunt has Eddie adjusting himself in his tight jeans. “Full of jokes tonight I see, don’t forget I’m the only one in this room who can read you like a book, inside and out. The way your toes curl when you’re about to cum, the fact that you like a finger in your tight little asshole while getting it raw in doggy, or, my personal favorite, the way your face looks when my hand is around your neck.”

Your cheeks are flushed red as you suddenly get up. Walking quickly across the gym floor as you head outside to light a cigarette, kicking balloons and streamers out of the way as you stomp across the floor. You were embarrassed. Embarrassed about the literal choke hold Eddie still had on you. You never wanted anyone but him, and seeing that he hasn’t covered up your lip tattoo confirmed that he hasn’t moved on either. Leaning against the cool brick you inhale deeply, exhaling a stream of smoke upwards as your head is leaned back, eyes catching Eddie’s as he comes through the door.

“Fuck, can’t you just leave me alone, I’m not playing your little feral fucking games tonight, or ever again for that matter.” You lie.

Eddie moved in front of you boxing you in. His arms stretching to either side of your head, hands on the wall. “No games sweetheart, just me and you. It’s only ever, been you.” He leans close and ghosts his lips over yours, “I can’t get you out of my head.” Eddie leans forward, pressing his body against yours, “I know you want this,” he murmurs, taking your hand in his and holding it against his erection. “Let me spend the rest of tonight making up for what we lost.”

“Eddie, I-,” his fingers are twirling in the ends of your hair, his lips are teasing you, softly kissing your neck, biting slowly.

“Say it baby,” Eddie whispers into your ear, “say you’re still mine.”

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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Billy is beautiful with blood smeared across his skin.

“Stop staring,” Billy hisses, still crouched over the body - the body, their first body - the knife still hanging loosely from his fingers. Steve tears his eyes away from the bloodied blonde hair and up to his boyfriend.

“We’ve got shit to do,” Billy reminds him, looking down at Karen Wheeler’s still body. Her eyes are still open but there’s just…nothing there. It’s horrifying. It’s amazing.

“I know,” Steve says. There’s only half an hour before Nancy arrives home from cheerleading and they need to have the scene set and be long gone before then. If this plan is going to work they need to make sure that the next year passes without them coming under suspicion at all. Not a hint, not a whisper. There’s no reason for two of Nancy’s classmates to kill her mother.

Except that there is.

And unfortunately courts of law don’t accept ‘desperate nasty skank’ as a good reason for murder. Never mind that she’s screwed around with half the town, including Billy’s father. Karen destroyed many a marriage and never once gave a shit about it, because her own husband is too stupid to notice. Nancy likely has no clue about what her mother gets up to. That Karen even propositioned Billy last year, as if asking a seventeen year old to bed was anything other than disgusting.

Thankfully, Billy has only ever had eyes for Steve.

It had started as a joke. Just the two of them wrapped around each other in Steve’s bed on nights that his parents were away, sharing a cigarette, while Billy would vent about his mother leaving. How he missed her. How he hated his father for screwing around. And then one day it wasn’t just a joke and Billy knew exactly which affair had broken the illusion. Karen Wheeler in the local motel, lipstick smeared and adjusting her cerise pink blouse.

Steve has no real stake in this game. Not a single one. But he’d watched the light fade in Billy’s eyes and sworn that he’d do anything to bring it back. Even if it meant playing along, right up until they’d broken in tonight with a large hunting knife and one of Cotton’s jackets stolen from his house. He’s never asked who told Billy, doesn’t want to know. The sound when the knife went in, the blood dripping down her perfectly made up mouth, the cooling body on the floor. It’s addicting and Steve doesn’t want to stop. He wants to pin Billy down and lick him clean.

But they can’t yet. There’s a frame job to be done, before they can fuck in the shower, while the water slowly turns pink around them, washing the last of the evidence down the drain.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Billy asks impatiently, rising from the floor. He’s so incredible - bright blue eyes, his mouth the most perfect soft pink, the black Henley smeared with dark patches - that Steve can’t help stepping forward and biting his bottom lip. Billy moans and pulls Steve into him, as turned on by the moment as he is.

“I just love you,” Steve says, rubbing at a red smear on Billy’s collar bone. He leans forward and laves it with his tongue, too eager to wait. He’s already hard and he can feel from Billy’s long body pressed against his that he’s not the only one feeling it. The gush of blood, the feeling of power, the threat of being caught…it’s a rush he never expected. He wants to do it again and again.

“Later,” Billy pants. He presses against Steve with another bruising kiss, just a hint of teeth. Steve licks back, wanting any taste he can get. “We can fuck all night when we get back to your’s. But we don’t have time, remember? The whole plan depends on us surviving the year. Then after that, we’re free.”

“We’re free,” Steve echoes. He steps back, hating every minute he’s not touching Billy. But if they want to get out of this town with fame and fortune, the two heroic survivors of the Hawkins massacre then they have to be patient. The sweet memory of this kill will last them the year anyway.

They have to smear Cotton’s jacket with blood, wipe all the handles clean and remove any trace that they were ever there. Billy leaves the front door ajar, and - just as Nancy pulls into the driveway - slips out the back wearing the distinct bright red jacket. With the hood up, Billy’s enough of a similar build and size to Cotton that Nancy won’t question it.

Later, they toss the jacket onto the side of the road, into a ditch, where it will eventually be discovered among the thorns and overgrowth. It’ll be used as evidence that Cotton was there that night and slaughtered the defenseless mother of three. It goes so smoothly that Steve almost wants to pinch himself once they’ve let themselves back into the empty Harrington house and tumble upstairs, shedding clothes as they go. They never make it to the shower and Billy climbs onto Steve’s dick on the landing floor, using sweat and blood to slide down.

Steve gasps as his orgasm rises, urged on by Billy’s feverish eyes, the tightness clamped around his cock. He wants this again, Billy alive and happy like this. He pulls Billy down and moans into their kiss as he comes into Billy’s body, scraping his fingernails across Billy’s perfect skin. And once Billy has spilled hot come between them onto their bloodstained bellies, Steve stares at the boy he loves and thinks that he would butcher the whole town, if it meant they got to stay like this.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #the scream au #prompt: ghostface #billy hargrove #steve harrington #they'd be truly deranged serial killers #unhinged and obsessed with each other #codependency out the wazoo #it's up to you whether they get away with it #or if nancy pulls a sidney and kills them both #lemons

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

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Chapter 7: Part 1: Two's Company, Six Is A Crowd

Raining Hellfire: Season One | Season Two

Raining Hellfire: Season Two

Word Count: 3291 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma, illusions to ptsd, demodogs

[A/N: I'm sorry that even with all of the mentions of eddie, the story has drifted far from an eddie x reader storyline. I wanted to create something that would make sense and season two didn't offer many opportunities for eddie to be included so I hope that you all like the story regardless but pls feel free to let me know your thoughts]

Two's Company, Six Is A Crowd

“This isn’t what I should be doing with my life.”

Steve was muttering, unloading buckets of meat from the trunk of his car. Your new-made plan to take care of Dart was to lead it to the abandoned junkyard. That way, you had lots of open space to deal with the creature without anyone getting hurt. That was what you were hoping for, anyway.

You continue your silent streak, grabbing a pair of marigold gloves.

After Steve and Dustin had found you standing alone in the darkness yesterday, you barely uttered five words to the boys. Another hallucination, another living nightmare that no one but you could see. Another terror that no one else could feel.

“Dustin! This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?”

You could hear Lucas’ voice blare through Dustin’s radio, Dustin taking his chance to reply by stepping away from the car.

“Hey.” Steve softly bumps your shoulder, grabbing your attention. “You’ve been quiet for a while.”

You risk a glance at your hands, as if the burns were still there. But it had all been a dream. You hastily pull on the gloves.

“Just tired.” You finally respond, swinging the bat over your shoulder and grabbing the gasoline.

You walked away before you let it all out and made him think you were crazy.

“Alright, let’s go.” Steve called to Dustin, grabbing a bucket and following you.

You led them onto the old rail track, calculating your pace so you could walk in front of them as they spread the chunks of meat along the trail. You’d rather not step in whatever meat Dustin had managed to get his hands on.

“All right, so let me get this straight.” Steve breaks the silence, talking to Dustin while you continued walking ahead of them. “You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who… who you just met?”

You discretely shook your head. Dustin liked Max. Normally, you’d be happy to hear that and root for him. But you knew Max. And you haven’t missed how much time she’s been spending with Lucas lately. Sadly, you knew Dustin didn’t have a chance.

“All right, that’s grossly oversimplifying things.” Dustin responded, continuing with the trail.

“I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” Steve pondered.

Weirdly enough, you would find it fascinating. If the slug was just a scientific discovery and not another blood thirsty monster wanting to eat you.

“An interdimensional slug? Because it’s awesome.” Dustin said, smiling.

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t, I- I just… I don’t know. I feel like you’re trying way too hard.”

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?”

You held in your laugh.

“It’s not about the hair, man.” Steve sighed, “The key with girls is just… just acting like you don’t care.”

This time, you couldn’t hold in your laugh.

“What’s wrong with my advice, huh?” Steve asked you with an irritated look.

“We like guys who don’t care? Yeah right.” You scoff. You’d been with someone who didn’t care when you were younger and look how that worked out.

“What is Eddie like?” Dustin chimed in, looking to you as if you’d have every answer to his girl problems through your ‘successful’ relationship with Eddie.

“He… uh…” You stumble over your words. “He was himself, I guess. He… he cared.”

You look away from the boy, staring ahead while your eyes fogged. You truly had lost a good one. Wanting nothing else to do with the conversation, you swung your bat down to your side and trudged on, quickening your pace to gain some distance once again. But you weren’t far enough that you couldn’t hear them.

“What’s up with her?” You hear Dustin question and you hold your breath.

“Look, acting like you don’t care…” Steve changes the subject and you sigh with relief.

Maybe if Eddie acted like he didn’t care, you wouldn’t feel this broken. He was always there for you while making sure you had your space. He was perfect. And you had broken his trust all because of the Upside Down. You just had to admit to yourself that having Eddie further from you and this mess would be the only way to keep him safe.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know?” You tuned back into their conversation, Steve still relaying his advice, “You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh… electricity, you know?”

The more he explained, the easier it was for you to agree with his words. Maybe Steve was onto something after all.

“Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Steve cuts off the misunderstanding Dustin, “Like a… like a sexual electricity.”

“Oh.” Dustin sounded.

“You feel that and then you make your move.”

For advice about girls… Steve wasn’t too bad at it. Sure, you couldn’t agree that treating someone as lesser would guarantee a date but the electricity… that was something you’ve definitely felt. It just didn’t work out for you.

“Nancy’s different.” You hear Steve say and you drop your head, focusing on your footsteps.

You just wanted to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. You knew he loved her, that much was clear, but it felt like he was still holding onto a relationship that burned out months ago. You just didn’t want to see your friend get hurt.

“Was Nancy the first girl you felt electricity with?” Dustin queried.

“Uh… no, I guess. Not really.” Steve’s voice became quieter which was unusual to hear.

“So you feel it with all the girls?” Dustin’s little questions kept bringing a smile to your face. Not because they were humorous; he and Steve were forming a little bond of their own. It was good to see him looking up to a male figure, especially after everything that happened in his family. You knew it was something you couldn’t help with.

Steve was silent from a moment and you wondered if he was genuinely putting thought into the question or if he just didn’t want to answer.

“No.” Steve finally spoke. You could almost hear the frown in his voice, “There was only this other time. But, uh, that ended before it could even start.”

“What happened?”

“We… we drifted apart, I guess.”

You lower your head again, swinging the gasoline can along to the beat of your footsteps.

“Hey,” Steve coughed, “You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?”

“Uh, no. No.” Dustin stammered. You knew he was lying. He just wanted to impress Steve.

“Okay good. Don’t. She’s only gonna break your heart and you’re way too young for that shit.”

A long moment of silence hung in the air. You didn’t have to turn around to know Dustin was upset, feeling like the way he felt was wrong. You would have ran to him and cheered him up if you didn’t also know that Steve would easily feel guilt for his words.

“Fabergé.” Steve finally spoke and you smiled. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist trying to cheer up his new found friend.

“What?”

“It’s Fabergé Organics.” Steve sighed. “Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair’s damp… It’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp...”

“Damp.” Dustin repeated.

“You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

Another smile crept onto your face, your mind drifting to the exact spray currently residing in your bathroom.

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin’s smile was easily heard through his comment.

“Yeah. Farrah Fawcett.” Steve paused for a moment. “You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”

“Yup.” Dustin replied.

“Secret’s safe with me, hair-head.” You call out, looking over your shoulder.

They both stare at you in shock, Dustin’s eyes glancing to Steve.

“What?” You continue, laughing, “You seriously think because I’m a couple steps ahead of you I can’t hear you?”

Steve clears his throat and you send a wink, turning back around and leading the way once again.

Once you all arrived at the junkyard, you stop just at the top of the hill, scanning the landscape.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, this will do.” Steve shares, causing you to look his direction.

“Jesus.” You whisper, rolling your eyes at the sunglasses he had managed to sneak on for no reason.

“What?” Steve glances at you.

“Nothing.” You dismiss as Steve walks away.

“Good call dude.” He says to Dustin, making his way down the hill.

You see Dustin smile at his comment and nudge his shoulder in support. His smile only got brighter.

You find an open space, gesturing to where they should dump out the buckets and you survey the area.

“We could easily turn that bus into a fortress, border it with some of the metal sheets laying around.” You suggest, Dustin nodding along to your idea.

“I said medium-well!”

Lucas’ voice echoed, and you instinctively laugh at his joke. Your smile faded just as quick as it came when you saw Max stood next to him.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked, frowning when he sees both yours and Dustin’s expressions.

Neither of you reply, both staring at the duo coming closer.

Once Lucas got closer, Dustin grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him down behind an old car. His head briefly popped back up to motion you to join them.

“What-” Max started but you just shrugged, walking over to where the boys crouched together.

“For the love of God, why did you bring my sister?” You whispered harshly.

“Because she’s a part of the Party now. You guys brought Steve!” Lucas argued, gesturing to the tall boy currently grabbing scrap pieces of metal.

“He had a car.” You said simply, Dustin nodding in agreement.

“How is that fair?” Lucas complained. You hear a grunt and see that the other two are struggling.

“If she gets hurt, I will murder you.” You glared at Lucas, standing back up and walking over to Steve who was struggling to lift a large sheet of metal.

“Hey,” Steve speaks up after you both dump the metal against the bus, “You alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You give a brief smile, grabbing any boards you could find.

“When Dustin mentioned Eddie back there-”

“I’m fine.” You lift something heavy and grunt under the weight. This was not as easy as you planned.

“Hold on.” Steve quickly walks over to where Dustin and Lucas were still crouched, lowering his fist onto the top of the car to get their attention. “Hey, dickheads. How come the only ones helping me are Y/n and this random girl?”

The boys quickly jump up, moving towards Max to actually participate. When Steve joins you again, he is met with a bitter laugh.

“What?” He raises his brow at your reaction.

“Not a random girl, Steve.” You say, Max turning her head as she overhears.

“What does that mean?” He asks before he sees you and Max both simultaneously purse your lips from irritation.

Steve’s eyes widen with realisation, but you’re already walking away.

Your hands restlessly twiddled around the bat as you leant back in your seat. Everyone was inside the bus now, the night darkening the sky outside as you waited in silence.

Lifting your head, you notice how uncomfortable Dustin is. He was glancing at Max and Lucas every now and then, cringing at how close they sat beside eachother. You decided to give him a break.

“Wanna put those binoculars to use?” You ask Lucas, pointing to the roof. He nods happily, jumping up in excitement to have an important role.

Once he disappears up the ladder, you shift your glance to Steve who was focused on the flame in front of him. He kept flicking the lighter, just for something to do. You made the mistake of looking directly at the flickering flame.

You saw Jonathan run towards the creature, flicking open the lighter in his hand and throwing it to the ground. You watched as the flame met the gasoline, travelling toward the creature in a fiery blaze.

Suddenly the creature was in flames, screeches of pain filling the room.

You must have flinched at the memory because Steve stopped his actions, looking to you with guilty eyes.

“So you both really fought one of these things before?” Max’s voice fills the silence, raising an eyebrow as if she didn’t really believe there was some supernatural creature lurking out there. You didn’t blame her, it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to wrap your head around. In fact, you were still trying to figure it all out.

Steve just nods at your sister, noticing that your gaze has drifted to your leg. The scar felt hot beneath the material of your jeans.

“And you’re, like, totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?” She questions, arms crossed as she slumped into her seat.

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear.” Dustin retorts. Max raises her eyebrows at him.

“Bears don’t open their faces.” You mutter under your breath, not realising that Steve was close enough to hear.

“Why are you even here if you don’t believe us?” Dustin continued, angrier than you’d expect him to be. “Just go home.”

As much as you wanted Max to be anywhere else, you knew home for her was just as dangerous as sitting in this bus. At least if she was here, you could protect her.

“Hey, dickhead.” You tear your eyes from your leg, looking to Dustin, “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Max sends you a quick smile before walking past Dustin and heading to the roof. “Geesh. Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?”

“Definitely sisters.” You hear Steve mumble as Max disappears, joining Lucas.

“That’s good. Just show her you don’t care.” Steve comments and you scoff.

“I don’t.” Dustin says with a small voice. He looked heartbroken.

“It’s terrible advice.” You share, twisting the bat in your hand again.

“What’s your problem with my advice?” Steve sighs, cocking his head at you.

You were too tired to be nice.

“Are you asking me if making a girl feel like she’s nothing to you after you clearly showed interest in her for months is a good way of getting her to like you?” You stare him down and Steve starts to shift uncomfortably.

Dustin looks between the two of you before shaking his head.

“It does sound bad when you say it like that.” Dustin ponders, pursing his lips.

“That’s because it’s shit advice.” You knew you were digging into the past, bringing up issues you had buried long ago. But you were tired, confused and mostly angry. You didn’t mean to take it out on Steve.

“What would you suggest?” Dustin shuffles into the space next to you, sitting down and looking up at you, innocence in his eyes.

“I’m… I’m not really the person to ask.” You try to smile, ruffling his hat.

“Right,” He chuckled, setting his hat back into place, “‘Cause you have Eddie.”

You sigh, face dropping at the mention. No more hiding it. “Actually-”

A loud roar suddenly echoes through the junk yard, your flight or fight instincts kicking in immediately as you jump to your feet, bat held at the ready.

“You see him?” Steve asks you both as you all peer out of the window.

“No.” You and Dustin reply. You just kept staring at the bait. Dustin calls out to Lucas for eyes.

Take the bait. Take the bait, you think repetitively, knuckles white as you gripped the bat.

“I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!” Lucas yells out and you see Dart enter through the fog.

“What is he doing?”

“I don’t know.”

Dart creeps around, completely avoiding the pile of meat and as you stare out of the window, you swore you could almost sense it. It already had plans for dinner. And it just so happened to be sat in the bus.

“He’s not taking the bait. Why’s he not taking the bait?” Steve asks quietly to no one in particular.

“Maybe he’s not hungry?” Dustin suggests. Your throat tightens. It was most definitely hungry.

“Maybe he’s sick of cow.” Steve says and a breathy laugh leaves your lips, causing him to glance back at you for a moment, completely oblivious to the plan circulating in your head.

With Steve and Dustin still staring out the window, you swing the bat down into your hand and head to the door. One push of a barely functioning button opens the door with a creak.

“Y/n?” Steve questions, looking to the door. But you were already jumping off the bus and pulling the door shut behind you. He scrambles to his feet immediately.

You had to admit that the fog truly added to the eerie tension in the air. You were almost scared to move, having to force one foot in front of the other, trying to make as little noise as you could.

The door creaks once again behind you but you keep your focus on dart, creeping forward.

“Really, Harrington?” You whisper, not risking the glance over your shoulder.

“You’re the one with a death wish.” He replies, just as quiet.

“You have no idea.” You mumble just as Steve falls in line next to you, matching your stance.

Any care that you had for your own well-being was already lost. You didn’t really have anything left.

Nancy wasn’t your friend anymore, Steve easily takes care of himself, Eddie hates you and the Party will always have eachother. Max… you saw how Lucas looked at her. She was in safe hands. You had no doubt that if things became too hard to handle at home, she would find your uncle and he would gladly accept her into his home.

You might be wanted, but you certainly weren’t needed.

The sound of chittering became louder as you both crept toward the fog.

“Come on, buddy.” Steve calls out with a whistle, trying to get its attention.

“You realise it can’t understand you, right?” You shake your head, holding your breath.

“How would you know?”

“Fair point.”

With Steve next to you, the fear subdued; surely both of you could easily take on Dart.

“Guys! Watch out!” Lucas shouted from afar. You turn at the warning, your breath leaving your body.

“Steve…” You gasp, turning around so you were back to back with him.

He finally peels his eyes off Dart and glances behind him. You almost feel his heartbeat stop.

More shadows emerged from the fog, slowly approaching, ready to pounce. Dart wasn’t alone.

“Abort mission!” Dustin screams from the bus, doors open and ready for your escape.

And that was when they decided to attack.

Steve immediately rolls put of the way as one pounces at him, stepping back up to swing his bat straight into its head. The creature landed heavily on a scrapped car. Another attacks, leaping onto the grass. But its sights were on you.

Snapping into action, you hit it with enough force to throw it across the yard and you stumble slightly from the impact.

“Y/n, move it!” Steve yells as he kicks another monster, heading to the bus.

He makes it to the doors, one foot lifting him onto the step as he turns to pull you in with him. But you’re not there.

In his break for freedom, he hadn’t seen that you couldn’t do anything. He didn’t realise that the creatures worked as a pack, picking off its prey.

Because they had decided to surround you instead.

Chapter 7: Part 2: The Call ->

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 1 month

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The Morning

The sleepy mornings that followed the night-long parties at Steve’s apartment always felt oddly domestic to Y/N.

Steve-O X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

807 Words

Warnings: Steve’s nasty ass appartment

An: Inspired by the Jackass MTV Cribs episode! I was really interested in Steve’s apartment and like the environment there!! It’s so nasty and awesome XD The fic that resulted from that fascination ended up really fluffy and domestic! I haven’t seen a fic like this about Steve before and I’m really happy with how it came out! Anyways, thank you please keep sending in requests!

It was a shockingly domestic scene for the two of you- sunlight gently diffusing through Steve’s dirty bedroom window as you blinked awake, your head resting on his chest. There was something so cozy about the way your two fit together on his mattress- perfect, like puzzle pieces. Things like this rarely happened in that bed. You lazily studied the tattoos on your boyfriend’s chest and arms with half lidded eyes, your eyelashes tickling against his skin. He stayed fast asleep as you idly traced over them. Christ, it was like you were newlyweds. Chuckling softly to yourself at the prospect of the two of you getting married, your stomach growled. Begrudgingly, you peeled his Batman sheets off of your tired body before getting up, clad in nothing but your underwear and one of Steve’s t-shirts you found at the foot of his bed.

Walking through that apartment was like traversing a minefield. Stepping over the random trash that littered the stained carpet and ducking under the grand Budweiser archway that miraculously appeared in the doorway after a night of partying a week ago, you felt Lucifer, Steve’s cat who just couldn’t get enough you whenever you were over, brush against your leg. You reached down to pet her, smiling when you heard her purr, “Aww…Lucy, baby…” Everything that morning seemed oddly still without your boyfriend breaking a coffee table or having his roommate throw Pop-It’s at his face, like it was frozen in time as you riffled through the cheap plywood cabinets in the kitchen for something to eat, the linoleum chilling your bare feet. Kids cereal, instant Mac and cheese, a couple of roaches- nothing appetizing. Checking the fridge which was always tilted on some weird angle due to the skatepark that ran through the kitchen, you didn’t find anything besides more beer and a few jars of pickles. You did, however, find a tin of cat food on the counter, which you cracked open and placed on the floor as you continued your search.

In the back of the very last cabinet you checked, covered in spiderwebs and maybe an inch of dust, you found this tall, cylindrical device. Out of curiosity you picked the machine up, feeling its weight as you held it tucked in the crevice of one arm while brushing one of the stacks of old pizza boxes and empty beer cans off the counter with a clatter. Steve never had any sort of kitchen appliances so this confused you, especially after having seen him make toast one morning by slapping a piece of Wonderbread on the stovetop and flipping it with two forks. After a brief examination, you figured out what you found was some kind of juicer. Great! The only issue was that the closest thing to a fruit or vegetable you had on hand was an expired can of cherry pie filling.

But then you saw it, sitting in the refuse- a single, juicy, perfectly round orange. It’d probably work, you thought, peeling it, so hungry that you didn't even think to wash the dust out of the inside before stuffing the fruit into it and turning it on. The way that it shook and sputtered like it was on its deathbed made you think that maybe it was broken as it half-mushed up the orange, but you could see it was kind of working.

Just then, your boyfriend stumbled out from your bedroom, pulling his jeans on mid-step over his boxers as he groggily mumbled, “Fucks goin’ on?” Turning it off for a second, you looked up to him, “I found a juicer in your cabinet, so I’m making juice.” Steve leaned against the cheap linoleum counter, reaching into the old, grease stained pizza box from the previous night to grab a cold slice of congealed cheese. He furrowed his brow as he shoved it into his mouth, “I had a juicer?” Cocking your head to the side, you looked him up and down before chuckling, “Is that what you’re having for breakfast?” Steve shrugged, tossing the pizza down onto the counter to wipe his mouth, “Yeah- breakfast of champions, man. Wha’d you got?”

Grabbing a clean enough glass from the sink and rinsing it, you placed it under the spout of the juicer and opened it, letting an unimpressive amount of orange juice trickle out. A shot glass would’ve been better to hold it, but you still held it up like you were proud of it. As Steve raised an eyebrow at the glass, you snatched the pizza off of the counter and took a big bite of it. He cracked a smile at your eagerness, “Oh sure, yeah, help yourself.” It didn’t taste half bad, you thought, and eyes twinkled when his sarcasm fell apart as he eyed your juice, “Can I have some’a that?”

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multifandomimagines · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas - A Steve Harrington Imagine

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3410

Summary: The annual Christmas-themed Hawkins Middle School dance is fast approaching, but while they should be volunteering, Steve and the Reader spend their time with each other instead.

Warnings: Slight swearing, suggestive ending + angst - topics surrounding a previous breakup, as well as a mention of a bad relationship with parents.

Written by: Jasper

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Snow Ball, 1984.

Given everything that happened a month ago, Y/N should have felt elated to go and help out at the school dance; to act like everything was okay just for a night, to feel normal again, but she surprisingly felt quite the opposite. She begged and pleaded, more than she ever had in her whole life, to just stay home, but her mother refused with a swift, “You’ll regret it when you’re older.”

“She’s making me go,” Y/N whispered over the phone, peering around the corner to make sure her mother wasn’t eavesdropping from the living room.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Steve Harrington’s voice came through the ear speaker. Her and the once snobby rich boy formed an unusual bond after last month’s troubling events. Going through something as traumatic as that certainly ties you to someone for life, and she guessed that was what ultimately made them become the best of friends so quickly. They came to each other for everything since then, and she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t formed a crush on him that first night… But he was just out of a heart-wrenching breakup, so she (as hard as it may be) kept quiet as to not make him feel uncomfortable or ruin their budding friendship, which meant so much to her already. “I guess it could be kind of nice for you…”

“Jesus Christ, not you too—” she rolled her eyes, aggressively leaning into the wall.

“I’m just saying,” his voice was muffled through the phone, seemingly because he put it between his ear and shoulder. “you haven’t been the same since… everything…”

“Of course I haven’t, Steve… Who would?” Y/N answered, frustration and impatience apparent in her voice. He stayed quiet, prompting her to remember all the times he has acted as if nothing had ever even happened, “Well, not everyone can be Mr. Perfect Steve Harrington who-ignores-all-his-problems.”

“I think we’ve established that no one thinks I’m Mr. Perfect,” he chuckled insincerely, hinting at what had happened between him and Nancy Wheeler a month prior. The two had gone through a rather nasty breakup— the boy was devastated, seemingly never quite moving on. The girl, however, moving on not even a couple days later, contributing greatly to Steve’s heartbreak.

I do, Y/N so desperately wanted to say, but instead she kept quiet, an awkward silence falling over the two them.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” Steve said, cutting through the quiet tension. “I’m taking Dustin to the dance— why don’t I come around, pick you up too, you can make yourself look all pretty or whatever, and then you can sorta lie to your mom; act like you’re going to the dance, but in reality, you’re just hanging out with me.”

“Are you asking me to the dance, Harrington?” Y/N laughed, trying to make Steve flustered. “And did you just call me pretty?”

“Technically, I’m asking you to ditch the dance and hangout with me instead,” he replied, making no mention of the pretty comment.

After a moment of thinking, “Fine. But you have to stay in the car, I don’t need my parents asking you any weird questions— we all know you’re awful at lying.”

“Deal.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

The night of the Snow Ball fast approached, and before Y/N knew it, the night had arrived. For hours beforehand, she had hastily gotten ready, trying to make herself look absolutely perfect. She wasn’t exactly certain why— sure, she had a crush on Steve and she would have made herself look nice for him anyways, but she wasn’t attending the dance, so was it really necessary to make herself so dance-ready? Picking out shoes that would be perfect for dancing, even picking out a flowy dress perfect for dancing?

“Y/N! Your date is here!” the girl’s mother called from the living room. “Is that really what he’s wearing to the dance?!”

“For the last time, Mom, he’s not technically my date…” Y/N answered, hurriedly rushing past her unbothered father sitting in his recliner, grabbing her bag off the coat hanger and opening the door. “Also it’s 1984, don’t judge other people’s attire. Bye, love you!”

“Is he not coming to meet us?—” was the last thing she heard before abruptly closing the door behind her, practically running to Steve’s car in the process.

She jumped in the backseat, “Step on it— Oh, hey, Dustin! I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The younger boy sat in the passenger, looking small in comparison to the older boy in the driver’s seat. His outfit was the epitome of the 1980s, puffy hair, bow tie and all. She wondered briefly if Steve had helped him get ready or if Dustin had done this all on his own. She looked over to Steve as Dustin greeted her, her attentiveness dying out instantly, no longer hearing a word the younger boy was saying.

Steve’s eyes were on her, and by the looks of it, they seemed to have been on her. The air between them suddenly felt on edge like never before— the way he looked at her made her heart hammer faster and faster against her ribcage; so loud that there was surely no way the other two couldn’t have heard it. His eyes sparkled in the dimming light as he took deep breaths, clearly mesmerized— well, until Dustin’s growing voice and finger snapping cut through the tension, “HELLO?! You two are going to make me late! Stare at each other later, it’s already getting dark!”

Steve pulled himself together first, slapping Dustin playfully on the arm, “We weren’t staring, smartass. OKAY, OKAY! I’m driving! Jesus Christ, you’re such a—”

But Y/N never really pulled herself together. The whole car ride to the dance was a blur, she didn’t even truly hear what the other two were saying. All she could focus on was the memory of his eyes on her, the look on his face, and the way she absolutely melted underneath his gaze. She was oddly quiet the rest of the ride, and Steve noticed— his eyes frequently shifting to the rearview mirror above him to glimpse back at her.

Quickly, she realized that the Hawkins Middle School building was emerging ahead of them; street lights and traffic finally snapping her out of her trance. Sitting up straight and leaning forward, she rested her forearms on the center console as Steve pulled the car around front, directly adjacent of the entrance doors. People streamed into the building in mostly pairs, all dressed head to toe in formal attire.

“All right, buddy, here we are…” Steve’s voice cut through the silence. Both him and Dustin looked to the doors, Dustin’s lingering on them a bit longer than Steve’s. “So, remember, once you get in there…”

Dustin looked back to Steve, nervousness somewhat apparent on his face. “Pretend like I don’t care.”

“You don’t care,”

“I don’t care.”

“There you go. You’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ— are you actually teaching him that?!” Y/N scoffed in disbelief, interrupting the other two’s somewhat heartfelt conversation, laughter choking out from her throat.

“What do you know?” Steve replied, turning around in his seat to directly look at her for the first time since the start of the journey. His brazen gaze softened the moment his eyes landed on hers.

“I know that acting like you don’t care makes you look like an asshole—”

Dustin reached for the rearview mirror as the older two playfully argued (which was such a common occurrence at this point, to which everyone else just simply ignored) and snapping it rather hastily in his direction.

Steve looked back at the sudden noise, “Hey—”

“What?” Dustin replied, still glancing anxiously at himself in the mirror above him.

Steve grabbed the mirror from Dustin, pulling it back into his direction, “Come on, you look great, okay? You look— you look great.”

Dustin assured Steve that he was hearing what he was saying, but it seemed more like assurance to himself than anyone else. He more or less looked like he was about to cry— he looked frightened, almost as if he wished he could just stay in the car forever and never have to step foot through those daunting doors.

“Dustin, take it from a girl, okay?” Y/N said, reassuring the terrified younger boy. Steve smiled to himself. “You genuinely look amazing. How about you save me a dance for when we pick you up later, yeah?”

Dustin nodded, signifying he was listening despite him looking to the floor.

“Okay, you’re gonna go in there…” Steve said.

“Yeah…”

“Look like a million bucks—”

“Yeah,”

“And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.”

“Like a lion,” Dustin replied, a newfound confidence in his voice. Suddenly, his mouth opened and a purring noise came out, issuing both Y/N and Steve to nervously glance at each other.

“Yeah… don’t do that, okay?” Steve said as Dustin stared back at him, doe-eyed.

“Okay,”

Steve reached out a loving hand to him, “Good luck.”

Dustin took it, a slight smile on his face. He nodded, turned, then exited the car. Both Steve and Y/N watched as Dustin walked into the building hesitantly, but more confidently as he started to speak to someone that Y/N couldn’t see. Then, awkward silence washed over them as they both watched through the doors, neither of them saying a single word to another.

She looked to Steve out of her peripheral, realizing that he had spotted something, a relatively distressed look apparent on his face, unalike the smile he had merely moments before.

“Steve?” she said gently, worrying what she would see if she put herself at his level. “You okay?”

After he didn’t answer, she leaned forward, eyes instantly falling on Nancy Wheeler. She looked absolutely beautiful, talking and laughing with attendees as they came to her for a cup of punch. Steve visibly didn’t know that Nancy was volunteering tonight— the thought of going from knowing everything about someone, to knowing nothing, appeared to hurt him greatly. She was happy, which must have pained Steve even more— he hadn’t seemed genuinely happy himself in so long. But knowing Steve, Y/N knew that it was bittersweet to him— he was happy that Nancy was happy, and to him, that’s all that really, truly mattered.

Turning away, hiding the pang of jealousy and hurt that she felt by this, Y/N acted as if she hadn’t seen what he was looking at. Instead, she hopped up into the passenger seat next to him, minding her dress, and looked over at him. She was now unknowingly blocking his view of Nancy, yet he didn’t really mind it. Honestly… he grew to like it better this way.

Y/N was always there for him; she was there through the thick of last month, saving his ass that night more than he cared to admit. She was there through the aftermath of the breakup; all the times he tried to hide his tears from her in fear that she would make fun of him, yet she never did. She’d even let him stay over on nights that his parents made him so furious he couldn’t even be in the same house as them. She was there through it all, yet Nancy hardly did the same. Y/N was better for him, and he was finally starting to realize it.

“You okay?” the girl asked again sincerely, her eyes glistening in the low light as she watched him closely.

The boy exhaled and looked away, shook his head, more so to himself than her, and shifted his gear from parked to driving, “For the first time in awhile, I’m okay.”

He drove around the side of the school and parked. The parking lot was now deserted of other people despite the amount of vehicles that resided in spots, their owners clearly dancing the night away inside the building, abandoned until hours later.

The two of them exited the car, walking around and taking a seat on the back. That seemed to be one of the things they did these days; parking off somewhere and sitting on the hood or trunk and having deep conversations. Y/N cherished those perfect moments, she was sure she cherished them a bit more than Steve did considering her feelings, but nonetheless, she was sure he adored them too, even if not the same way she did.

“You sure you’re okay? You looked pretty… blindsided back there—” Y/N hesitantly said, shifting her position to look at him. She feared he would be upset with her for bringing it up again. She braced for a sarcastic remark… but none ever came.

He looked back up, his dark hair falling over his forehead in pieces. He looked so innocently back at her, no sign of hurt or annoyance at her question. His voice was gentle, “More than okay.”

She chuckled, “Well, that’s a start. Why the change of heart?”

“You, actually.” He replied, his voice soft, unlike she’s ever heard it before. “It’s always been you.”

Her breathing shallowed, her heart beginning to palpitate. Was he meaning what she thought he was? Or was she simply looking too far into it? “I don’t understand—”

“You know,” he begin. “I can’t remember the last time Nancy asked me if I was okay, or simply cared if I was, if I’m being honest.”

Y/N simply sat and listened, not daring to say a single word or make him lose his train of thought.

“It was always me asking her if she was okay, always only caring about her and her well-being. I lost sight of myself and how I was doing, all just to make her happy… but I never got it in return.” he continued, looking out at the empty parking lot, remembering memories that he was trying so hard the past few weeks to forget. “I mean, I don’t blame her. She’s always had her own shit going on. I don’t know— I guess what I’m trying to say is… it’s been nice having someone care about me for once. You know, ask how I’m doing and all that shit. Maybe all this time I’ve just been focusing on someone who never really wanted me in the first place, while someone who’s been there for me since day one was getting the short end of the stick.”

“Steve—” Y/N began to say, the words dying out in her throat. Her comforting hand came to rest atop his beside them, their fingers slightly intertwining. Her eyes scanned his face, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret. Yet, there was none…

“You’re beautiful,” Steve spoke delicately, looking up from their embracing hands to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

“We still have time.” she smiled, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. She dreamt of this moment for so long, yet when it finally came, she felt as if she couldn’t speak properly; all the words she imagined saying to him died out in her throat the moment it was finally happening. It wasn’t just a dream this time— it was real life.

“I’m sorry— Jesus Christ, I haven’t even asked how you feel—” he backtracked, shaking his head, frustrated with himself. “I just assumed—”

“Are you kidding, Steve?” Y/N replied as he looked to her nervously. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He smiled, relief washing over his face in waves. This was atypical for Steve Harrington— not only the anxiousness he exuded in those few moments, but also the way he poured his entire heart out. Y/N was sure he must have done it with Nancy; he’d even done it with other topics to Y/N, but never in this way. Never so vulnerable— she figured that was the perfect word to describe it: Vulnerable.

Steve had changed so much over the past month. He was broken and bruised (even quite literally at one point), so much that it changed him. He was worried that Y/N didn’t feel the same— he had always just assumed Nancy did, but that didn’t turn out well for him now, did it? No, he needed to be absolutely sure this time.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Steve asked, glancing back at her hand atop his. “I can’t go through it again…”

Her lips met his, gently but urgently, washing away all of the doubts and insecurities swirling around in his head. In that moment, he forgot about Nancy wholeheartedly, forgot about every bad thing that had ever happened to him, even forgetting how him and Y/N got to this point. The only thing that mattered was the destination; her lips were soft moving against his, her hands caressing his skin in innocent places that she’d never touched him before.

Steve’s fingers came up to lace through her hair delicately, pulling her closer than ever. He ached to feel her nearer to him, to embrace her wholly, after so long of not knowing what that felt like.

He pulled away first, cold air replacing the heat of where his lips were mere seconds previously. Her senses on high alert, Y/N realized the music from inside the building could be faintly heard, interrupting the quiet of the dark, abandoned lot. Every Breath You Take was vaguely audible, the vibe of the dance changing drastically. She imagined the dance attendees slow dancing with another, taking the opportunity to kiss and be close to each other.

Steve jumped off the back of the car, held out a hand to her and said, “You didn’t think I’d let you come to a dance without making you dance with me, did you?”

She chuckled, smiling to herself, happiness overtaking her for the first time in awhile, “Not letting Dustin get the first dance with me, huh?”

“Never in a million years,” Steve joked. “you’re mine now.”

“I could get used to that…” Y/N flirted, taking his outstretched hand in hers.

The two found themselves embracing, slow dancing, spinning, playfully joking, until it got comfortably quiet between them. They basked in each other’s presence, feeling happier than they’ve felt in a long while. It was hard to imagine this any other way— it felt as if it had been this way between them forever.

She rested her head atop his shoulder, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around him. They both shut their eyes, the comfortable silence giving way to the song faintly coming to an end inside of the school. The moment felt bittersweet— both of them wishing it could last forever.

After a long pause, Y/N opened her eyes first, noticing that the scenery had slightly changed around them. A thin white sheet covered the ground and the cars residing in their respective spots, white flakes falling gently out of the sky.

“Steve—” she spoke, lightly backing out from his embrace. She glanced around them, “It’s snowing.”

He opened his eyes, both of them immediately landing on her, not bothering to even look out at the snow. As cheesy as it sounded in his head, she was more beautiful than anything nature could possibly do, and he didn’t want to miss her most of all.

He tucked a snow covered strand of hair out of her face, making her look to him. A smile formed on her mouth as his lips met hers for a second time, snow falling all around them like minuscule, twinkling stars.

“Hey…” Steve whispered, lips resting against Y/N’s. “How about we go back to my place? Pick Dustin up in a couple hours, yeah?”

“Mhm,” she replied, grinning, finally opening her eyes to meet his once again. “hey, wait— what happened to acting like you don’t care?”

Steve, remembering the advice he had just given Dustin less than a half an hour before, snickered, “Yeah, well, that was minutes ago— I’m a changed man now.”

She laughed, making a face at him as they got back into his car. They drove off to his house as Christmas music played vaguely over the radio, hands tenderly held near the stick shift, stealing glances at each other on well-lit streets.

As it turned out, her mother had been right in someway all along; Y/N would have regretted this night for the rest of her life if she hadn’t gone. As much as she hated to admit it, school dances, or lack thereof, turned out to not be so bad after all.

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

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Chapter 9: Help!

"Alright, so let me get this straight: you kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?"

You couldn't believe that you were at that spot again, even if you and Dustin explained to him some hours prior.

"Alright, that's grossly over simplified things" Dustin said at Steve's statement

"Wait...so that's why you picked up Dart? To impress a girl?" You turned puzzled at Dustin after throwing a little bit more of meat, a confused expression on your face and you saw Dustin give you a embarrassed smile, you looked at Steve and he was giving you the same look and then you turned back around, a little bit more ahead of the boys and kept throwing meat.

You were on the old railroads that passed within Hawkins, making a way to get Dart on the trap on the junkyard, that that it was where you were heading and Dustin was really explaining the whole reason behind his true acts towards Dart before you guys discovered that it was a baby Demogorgon.

"I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyways?" Steve kept the conversation

"An inter-dimensional slug? Cause it's awesome" Dustin sighed before adding "And i don't know, Y/N thought it was cool and i thought that this girl would find it cool too"

"Wait, you thought it was cool?" Steve asked you

"It was nothing like that, i was a bit against it and plus, i'm a biology enthusiast-" You tried to explain yourself at what Dustin said about you

"Nerd" Dustin interrupted you and turned to give him a look and turned back

"AND i thought that it was weird, nothing more than that and Dustin KNOWS that but since i wouldn't be able to make him change his mind, i left as that " You didn't saw, but Steve nodded at your statement and turned his attention back on Dustin.

"Well, even if she thought it was cool which she didn't, I-i just...i don't know, i feel like you're trying way too hard" Steve shrugged

"Well not everyone can have your perfect hair all right?" Dustin huffed and angrily throwed meat

You sighed, you really had no head on this type of conversation right now so you just simply continued to throw meat around while listening your brother vent to another male about his "girl's problems".

"It's not about the hair, man" Steve stated "The key to girls is pretending like you don't care"

"What?" you whispered at his stupid answer, you knew Steve Harrington sucked at the love area but somehow knew how to get the girls, but you didn't know it was that stupid and you shook your head "unbelievable".

"Even if you do?" Dustin asked, you could notice a tone of understandment in his voice

"Exactly, it drives them nuts" You really couldn't believe him right now, the fuck Steve Harrington truly knew about girls? He never stopped in a long-term relationship since ninth grade and now was giving dating advises to your thirteen year old brother that it's having his first crush experience, deep down, you hoped that Dustin wouldn't take Steve's advises 100% credit.

"And then what?"

"You just wait until uh..." Steve hesitated before keep going "until you feel it"

"Feel what?" You really hoped that what Steve was about to say, it wasn't what you were thinking, but you were sure to keep your hopes under 0,1%

"It's something like right before a storm, you know? You can't see it but you can feel it, it's like a uh...an eletricity, you know?" You left a giggle at that and shaked your head in disbelief, you really couldn't believe on what your ears were hearing, you were glad you kept your hopes to less than 0,1%, you heard Dustin say something about eletricity and magnet on storms but couldn't really catch on it, nerd stuff.

"No no no no, it is like a sexual eletricity" you left a loud laugh at that "What?"

"I don't get it..." Dustin trailed off

"Nothing guys, just keep on having your little boys conversation" Dustin and Steve looked at each other and observed you fully ignoring them and continuing to throw meat.

Steve felt a little lost and...hurt? He didn't know, he felt weird about how you laughed at what he said and frowned "Little boys conversation?" he thought, he didn't knew why he cared that you weren't paying attention at trying to give your little brother dating advises, deeply down he wanted to impress you at something.

"Anyways, you feel that" he throwed a meat "and then you make a move"

"So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asked

"Wow, calm down buddy!" you said on the first time on their conversation, surprised at Dustin's statement

"Oh no no, slow down Romeo" Steve said at the same time

"Sorry"

"Sure, some girls want you to be agressive, you know? Strong, hot-heavy, like a...i don't know, like a lion. But others you gotta be slow, stealthy, like a ninja." you really couldn't believe Steve Harrington's dating advice, you thought just how he managed to get so much dates with those types of advises.

"What type is Nancy?" you sucked a breath at what Dustin asked

"Nancy is different, different from the other girls" Steve said, his voiced laced with a serious semblant

"She seems pretty special, i guess" Dustin said unsure, knowing that maybe he picked at a sensitive topic

"Yeah, she is..." Steve stated

"So what type is Y/N?" You froze at that and turned surprised at Dustin sudden ask, you really didn't care too much about their little conversation but it worried you a little at thinking of what Steve would say and that made your stomach do a little flip and turned back around and continued to throw meat and pretending that you didn't care about what Steve would say, but deep down, you wanted him to say something good.

Deciding that you really didn't want to know his answer, you walked a little more fastly, just slightly to be a little bit far to not hear his answer and started humming to some song that came into mind.

"Y/N..." Steve lowered his voice a little "I don't know yet, but she looks like...you have to be careful a-and gentle, treat her kindly, of course, she's not a porcelain doll, she can pull up a fight and take care of herself, but she's the kind of girl that deserves everything and be treated good" Steve said looking at the back of your head, a little smile playing on his lips

"Would you say she's special?" Dustin asked, his voice matching Steve's volume, already getting on what's going between you and Steve, even if you both denied it

"Yeah, yeah she is" he said and kept throwing meats

"This...this girl is special too" he cleared his throath, voice volume back to normal "You know? It's just something about her"

"Woah, woah, woah! You're not falling in love for this girl, are you?" Steve intervene Dustin

"Uh, no, no" Dustin answered unsure, he didn't expect that kind of reaction from Steve

"Okay, good, don't"

"I won't" Dustin assured him

"Good, she's only gonna break your heart and you're way too young for this shit" Steve said picking up his pace to match yours and continued throwing meat along the way.

"He's right, Dustin!" you said, making yourself truly present on their conversation

"About the dating advices?" he asked you, frown present on his face

"No, no, not about that, i mean, in parts? Yeah, cause every girl is a girl and every girl is different from another but i'm not talking about that" you sighed and throwed meat "but about falling in love. I guess that your first love it's the most strongest one, it's beautiful and eletryfying" you chuckled and turned back to him "but it's the one that it must hurts and break you heart, that's what i'm saying. You're too young to be on the hang of what is like to have a heartbreak." you smiled sadly.

"Y/N, what kind of girl are you?" Dustin asked you this time

"What do you mean?" you tried to fish back something from their conversation some minutes prior, but didn't heard what exactly he was implying at that

"How would like to be treated?" he reformuled his question, gaze on you

"You already know the answer, Dusty" you said softly, pit point feeling of heartbreak on your gut as you remembered the last relationship you were

"Yeah, but i wanna hear it again" you sighed as he almost demanded you to answer

"I don't know" you shrugged "Fairly i guess...i guess that i just want someone that treats me good and makes me feel special, safe but that at the same time knows that i can handle myself and not treat me like a porcelain doll, there, are you happy?" you turned to him, hand on your hip

"Yes, thank you" he smiled at you

"You're welcome" you smiled back at him and turned back around, not meeting Steve's glare on you, you were way too embarrassed.

But maybe, just maybe, you should have met his eyes, cause he seemed stuck at where he was at hearing your statement, it looked like you just repeated what he said but he knew that you hadn't heard his little talk with Dustin about you, he smiled softly at that, and kept walking beside Dustin and sighed, "Can't believe i'm gonna say this..."

"It's Farrah Fawcet" Steve said defeated, he could feel his ears turning red from ebarrassment

"What?" Dustin asked puzzled

"The secret of the hair" he pointed to his own hair before getting a handful of meat and throwing it

"Farrah Fawcet spray?" Dustin giggled

"What's so funny back there?" You asked smiling at your brother

"Steve's hair secret it's the Farrah Fawcet spray!" Dustin exclaimed loudly to you and your eyes doubled in size as you look to Steve

"No shit!" you said already laughing along and Steve looked at you both

"Yeah, yeah, you guys can laugh all you want but i still am the one with good hair and if you tell someone about that, you're dead Henderson's!" He tried to sound mad, he really did, but it was impossible not have a little smile plastered at his face when you were giggling hard at his hair secret and couldn't stop admiring of how cute you looked while laughing along your brother, eyes with unshed tears of pure joy, large smile on your beautiful lips and tips of ears a little bit red because of the cold and the little bit of lack of air.

And then, Steve knew that he was completly and obviously fucked when he came in terms that he liked to be the source of your laughs and had in mind that he would die to always have you laughing and smiling about something that he said or did, and that scared him a bit.

" I know that i still love Nancy, but trying to lie to myself about what is right in front of me, i would be blind if i keep on pretending" and so, he left a huge sigh leave his lips and felt the tip of his ears get red when your eyes met each other and he gave you a soft smile.

You arrived the junkyard a little bit before the sun would set, you were exhausted, feet hurting and really would like to have a nap but you know you wouldn't get one so soon, so you just sighed.

You saw Steve stop right beside you, he had put on some sunglasses and you wondered if he always walked with them and just thought that this was something very Steve Harrington to do and you chuckled, he smiled down at you before taking a look around. "Oh yeah. Yeah, this will do. This will do just fine, good call dude" he said to Dustin, that had a proud smile at the compliment and you smiled at this.

"I said medium-well! "

You put down the meat bucket you were carrying and pulled out a bottle of water, feeling your troath a little bit dry and had a large gulp on the bottle, before you heard a voice.

When you looked up at the source of the voice, you saw Lucas and a red headed girl beside him, she seemed a little bit lost and was standing awkwardly at his side, you would've asked who she is but you didn't have to since the look on your brother's face told everything, you nudged Steve's side and you looked at each other before setting eyes to Dustin, on the girl and back to Dustin and you both gave each other knowing looks.

This were THE girl Dustin told you guys about, shrugging off, you caped you bottle and put it back on the backpack and looked at the girl "Hey there!"

"Hey...i'm Max!" she waved a little at you

"Nice to meet you Max!" you answered back and put the bottle back on your backpack

"So...what are we doing here?" she asked looking at you guys

"Well, let's see of what we can use as weapon and search for things that can shield that little baby" Steve said pointing to the old bus, you and he looked around to find Lucas and Dustin have a little argument behind a old car "But before that, let me get this knuckle heads to work too! "

You chuckled and started to get things to shield the bus that you probably would use as a fort, alongside with Max "Hey, i'm Y/N, Dustin's sister" you said as you got closer to her

"No way!" she sounded surprised

"What?" you asked puzzled, smile gracing your lips

"You can't be siblings, you have nothing to do with each other" she said surprised and you laughed a little

"I know right? We took different sides of the family" you joked and kept doing your work

"...And the only ones helping are Y/N and a random girl! So come on, move and help!" you heard Steve scolding them at the back and you and Max laughed at that

"Alright we comin! Jeez! Asshole" you heard Lucas shouting back to Steve and Dustin followed him "What a jerk! "

Steve turned around after hearing you and Max laughing together, seeing you smile and knowing that he was behind it made Steve's heart flutter and the tip of his fingers to itch, he was so deeply into getting in conversation with Dustin about girls that he didn't even noticed that you were making way into his heart stealth like, and damn, was he falling hard.

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Bad Dating Advice–Steve Harrington

"Alright," Steve sighed. "Let me get this straight - you kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who you just met?"

"Alright, that's grossly over-simplifying things."

"Why would a girl like some nasty slug-thing anyway?"

"An interdementional slug?" Dustin laughed. "Cause it's awesome!"

"Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, I just. . . I don't know. I feel like you're trying way too hard."

"Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?"

"It's not about the hair, man," Steve sighed. "The key with girls is just. . . just acting like you don't care."

"Even if you do?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts."

"Then what?"

"You just wait until uh. . . until you feel it," Steve said, sounding a little off.

"Feel what?"

"It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh. . ." I looked over at him when he hesitated. "Electricity, you know?"

"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere. . ."

"No, no, no, no, no," Steve cut me off. "Like a. . . Like a sexual electricity."

"Oh," Dustin said under my breath.

"You feel that and then you make your move."

"So that's when you kiss her?"

"Whoa," Steve said quickly, "Slow down, Romeo."

"Sorry," Dustin mumbled.

"Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy. Like a. . . I don't know. Like a lion. But others you got to be slow, you gotta be stealthy. . .like a ninja."

"Okay," I cut him off. "I'm sorry, but I can't sit back and listen to this. No offense, Steve, but that advice is horrible."

"At least you sugar-coated it," Steve laughed. I looked over and could tell from the look in his eyes that he was slightly offended.

"Look," I sighed, "I don't mean to damage your ego, Harrington. I just don't know if you really have the authority to give Dustin advice on girls."

"Really?" Steve laughed. "Be my guest."

"Speaking as a girl," I smirked, "being ignored by a guy who likes me is the most frustrating and insulting thing ever. If a guy has feelings for me, I hope he has the balls to come right out and say it. At the end of the day, a girl doesn't want a guy to play with her. That's not what dating is. It's not a game of cat and mouse. It's a relationship between two people who care about each other. If you start it off by playing some stupid game, it'll end before you even have the chance to level up."

"Okay," Steve said, the tone of his voice slightly changing. "What about that thing I said about the electricity? You have to give me that."

"For people our age, sure," I shrugged. I smirked as I added, "There should be some level of attraction."

"Well, there," he laughed victoriously. "I was right.

"No, you weren't," I sighed. "Steve, you can't tell a fourteen-year-old boy to be on the lookout for sexual electricity between him and a fourteen-year-old girl."

"Why not?"

"They're fourteen!" I laughed. "Think about it, Steve. Dustin shouldn't be worried about sexual electricity. He should be worried about being able to talk to a girl."

I cleared my throat as we continued to throw meat pieces onto the train tracks. I could feel Steve continually glance at me but I kept my gaze on the tracks.

A little way down the tracks, Dustin got ahead of us. I finally responded to Steve's gaze by looking at him. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by growling.

"Please tell me that's Dart," I sighed.

"Yeah," Dustin smiled as he turned around and looked at Steve and me. "That's him. Let's go!"

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A couple of days after Eleven closed the gate, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, I was surprised by who was standing on our porch.

"Steve?" I couldn't help but look around to see if any of the kids came with him. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Steve chuckled.

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked slowly.

"You were right."

"About?" I asked.

"About how a guy should come straight out and tell a girl that he likes her instead of playing games with her."

"Oh umm. . . Thanks?" I wasn't really sure how to respond. I waited for him to say something, but he just ran his fingers through his hair.

"Steve?" I spoke up after he didn't say anything for what felt like several minutes. "What's going on? What are you doing here?"

"Will you go on a date with me?" He blurted out.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He asked again.

I couldn't wrap my head around what he was asking. There was no way Steve Harrington was actually asking me out. I sighed when I realized what was happening.

"If you're doing this to prove my point from the other day, there's no need."

"That's not what I was doing," he defended.

"This isn't funny, Steve."

"I'm not. . ."

"Please stop making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you," Steve said quickly. "And I'm not joking. I'm serious, Y/N. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Why on earth would you want to go out with me?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Why wouldn't I want to go out with you?" He countered.

"It's not hard to figure out," I tried to scoff but it sounded more like choking on a sob.

"Y/N. . ."

"I'm just being realistic," I said, clearing my throat. "You and I both know I'm right."

Neither one of us looked away. Finally, our staring contest got too much. I had to look away. I looked down at my feet and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Y/N," he whispered.

"Stop," I said, my voice breaking. "This really isn't funny, Steve. I don't know why you're doing this, but please go."

I started to close the door but Steve grabbed it. I looked up, my breath getting stuck in my throat when I saw the way he was looking at me. Never in my life did I think Steve Harrington would ever look at me like this.

"I'm not joking. I'm not playing a prank. I'm not lying. I'm not messing with you. I'm not setting you up. I'm not teasing you. I'm not making fun of you. I would never hurt you like that."

"Steve," I said a lot softer than I thought I would say.

"I'm serious, Y/N," he said. "I want to go on a date with you."

Part 2

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Ronance- some sort of drunken kiss they don’t talk about for ages and it makes everything awkward for a while until they finally admit they wanna do it again

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It was not in Robin’s nature to keep secrets. This was one of the many reasons she struggled so desperately to keep friends - her big mouth opened up before she even registered her lips were moving, and information given solely to her would become public knowledge. She just got too excited to keep quiet.

So this was killing her inside. Somehow she’d managed to resist the urge to blab for three months, three months of silence on the issue and struggling to contain all those nasty thoughts inside her weird, shriveled-up brain. She was racing towards her breaking point. It was devastating. She’d even kept herself from speaking about it to Steve. Steve. The man who possessed the other half of her brain. How it hadn’t spilled out during some bout of overanxious rambles, she wasn’t sure. But she was going to contain it as long as she possibly could.

Said secret was shared with only one other person in the world. She wasn’t even sure Nancy remembered. She didn’t act like it. In fact, Nancy acted like nothing about that night had ever happened - Robin tried to mimic her casual attitude and relaxed sentences when they hung out. It was painful; she remembered all of it.

Every excruciating detail of that night (November 23rd, to be specific) replayed over and over again. Robin would close her eyes to go to sleep and see Nancy’s big doe eyes in front of hers, looking up through her eyelashes and asking her if she

(“-wanted to see the stars from the roof.” Nancy’s shirt was soaked in sweat and it clung to her tiny frame. Robin’s eyes were crossing, she was so focused on not looking down lower than was appropriate. Of course she said yes.)

She rewatched Dirty Dancing with Steve for the thousandth time and remembered the feeling of Nancy’s hot waist against her palm, their chests pressed together. It’d been a party. The only good party Robin had ever been to.

And it’d been a perfect night. Something Robin had promised herself she wouldn’t forget, no matter how sloppy drunk she was by the time Nancy yanked their mouths together in an open embrace. Now she regretted that promise. She hated her younger self for making it. It seemed the universe had taken it seriously, because she wasn’t going to forget anytime soon and it was killing her inside.

“So,” Steve started, forgoing a greeting as Robin slumped over in the passenger seat on the way back from the train station. Through the panes on his trusty BMW she could see small flurries of snow, promising a welcome return from her first semester at college. If only her stomach would calm down - it’d been churning for a month at this point and she couldn’t take it any longer. “What’s up.” There was no question mark. It was a statement.

“The sky,” Robin said, because she was an idiot. She ducked out of the way of Steve’s large hand swooping in to ruffle her hair in pleased annoyance. “I dunno, dude. Why are you being so weird? I just got here.”

“Something’s off,” Steve insisted, pulling out of his parking spot without so much as a glance behind him and speeding off back to Hawkins. Robin gripped her seatbelt. She knew, realistically, he wasn’t going any faster than he usually would. She still had the urge to ask him to instead crawl along the road. Maybe to stop and let her walk the rest of the way. Walk back to the train station and change her name.

“I just got here,” Robin repeated with more intensity this time. “You’ve seen me for five seconds.”

“Five minutes,” Steve amended. “I helped you lug all your shit into my car and watched you watch me toss it into my trunk.”

“You’re a big boy, you can handle it,” Robin replied. Steve’s hand, which had been flailing around blindly looking for her hair, settled on her hand and squeezed comfortingly.

“What’s going on?” He asked, casually slamming on the brakes so hard Robin nearly got herself flung through the windshield. His hand on hers kept her grounded, though. It usually did.

“Nothing,” Robin said, a bit too fast and a bit too scared. She refocused on the window, unable to stop herself from running over the same five lines of dialogue she’d been mourning since that awful night.

You look cold.

I am.

Come closer. You can come closer than that.

How close do you want me?

“Robin?” Steve’s voice was warbly and faded. She blinked and returned to the present, holding hands with Steve Harrington as he drove her to her death sentence. She sighed and considered, realistically, how long she thought she’d be able to hide this from him. “You can tell me.” His puppy dog eyes carved at her soul. Mentally she sent up a prayer to herself and opened her mouth.

“Nancy and I kissed,” Robin said. It was the first time she’d said it aloud. It hung in the stuffy air of the car, unquestionable. A true event. Steve pursed his lips, his thinking face. Then he hummed in consideration. Robin watched the words hang in the air with a growing sense of anxiety. Now that they were truly out in the open, how would she be able to avoid them?

I want you closer than physically possible, Robin. I want you everywhere.

“It was a matter of time,” Steve said, tapping out a little rhythm on his steering wheel. He was completely oblivious to Robin’s gobsmacked expression, as she stared incredulously at her best friend.

“What do you mean ‘matter of time’?” She asked, eyebrows raised. Steve shrugged.

“I dunno, I guess,” He sighed and flicked on his left turn signal, nearing Robin’s childhood street. “When you guys are together, I feel it.”

“Feel what?” Robin asked, heart in her throat. Steve looked at her just as the light turned green. He smiled encouragingly, softly. He squeezed her hand again.

“The electricity.”

* * *

Later that night, though she’d begged Steve not to, he threw a party in her homecoming favor. All the older teenagers had ended up around Hawkins within a week or so of her coming home - as if they’d been waiting for Robin to return. She couldn’t take it any longer. Steve’s house, once a safe haven, now became her jail cell. Robin sprawled out on his couch beside a tipsy Eddie and a red-rimmed Jonathan, miserably waiting for the next time that front door swung open and in walked the most beautiful girl in the world.

The most beautiful girl she’d never kiss again. Her sighs of self despair were muffled by the leather couch arm. Eddie’s head slumped over onto her shoulder and he hummed into her shirt comfortingly, completely unaware of the situation and yet very supportive. She patted his hair. Her eyes stayed glued to the front door.

The last time she’d been at a party that both she and the girl in question were attending, It happened. Whether or not it would happen again was out of the question. She was more worried about the volcano of anxiety bubbling in her chest - when would it erupt and would Nancy see? What would Nancy say? Robin knew, logically, that Nancy hadn’t not enjoyed the kiss. It had been consensual. It had also been a wasted decision.

“Nance!” Steve’s voice echoed from the doorway, and Robin both cursed and supported the fact that the front door swung open to hide Nancy from her view. “So good to see you.”

“Hi, Steve.” Just her voice had Robin on her knees. The perfect amount of soft and low.

Rob, you’re - you’re just -

“Hi, Nance!” Eddie cheered from Robin’s side, falling practically onto her lap in his haste to reach her. Robin didn’t blame him - she felt the same. Her arms had moved on instinct, raising themselves to embrace Nancy like the second coming of Christ. But Nancy was just a girl.

A beautiful girl standing in the doorway to Steve’s foyer, hand on her back and smile on her face. She was glancing around the rooms, eyes darting from friend to friend. Robin tried to hold back her sweat as she anticipated Nancy’s eye contact, something she’d been desperately waiting for.

Nancy’s eyes shuttered on Robin, as if surprised she were there; even though the party was meant for her. Something in Nancy’s face stopped short, the smile faltering, her eyes swimming with an emotion unrecognizable. Heavy. Knowing. Robin’s breath caught in her throat. Did she -

“How was your first semester?” Jon asked from his sprawled place on the opposite side of the room, lazing in Steve’s big leather chair. Nancy blinked and suddenly all tension broke. With the turn of her head she slapped the breath from Robin’s lungs, leaving her heaving on the couch and desperate for contact.

“It was fine,” Nancy said, but her voice was all stilted. Not the ease she’d had when talking to Steve. Robin’s stomach churned for an entirely different, but just as unwanted, reason. She knew. She knew. “Fine.”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Robin all but shouted, effectively shoving Eddie off her shoulder and pushing him nearly to the floor in the process. She scrambled to her feet and decisively ignored all strange looks from her friends. “So. Yes. Bathroom.”

“Robin-” Steve’s voice disappeared as she raced out of the living room and into the kitchen, effectively avoiding having to go past Nancy. Her hand had just reached the bathroom doorknob before another much softer, paler hand cut hers off.

Robin’s head whipped up to see Nancy’s mere inches from her own, all too familiar and nearly heart-breaking. She dropped her hand as if she’d been burnt.

“Nance,” Robin said shakily.

“I think we need to talk,” Nancy said, and she looked as sick as Robin felt.

“Here?” Robin asked, but she’d already resigned herself to following Nancy out onto Steve’s patio. She’d follow Nancy anywhere. When they’d stumbled out onto the stone flooring, hit by the intense cold, Robin could feel goosebumps. Whether or not they were caused by the wind, she wasn’t sure. She watched Nancy pull her arms close to her chest for warmth.

You look cold.

“Do you remember that Thanksgiving party Jon threw?” Nancy began, shuffling on her feet and looking resolutely at the linoleum. In Robin’s mind, two possible paths arose. One: deny, deny, deny. Stomp out all memories of that night. Refuse to accept that Nancy remembered, whatever she did remember. Two: Accept her fate at the gates of Hell and nod a yes.

Robin reluctantly went for the latter. She was nodding before she even truly realized.

“Do you remember what happened?” Nancy pressed. Her eyes, shut resolutely for a second, reopened in all their glory. Robin found herself drifting closer without meaning to, eye contact stuttering her heart in her chest. She nodded again. “Will you say anything?”

“I’m not sure what to say,” Robin admitted quietly. She took another step forward. Nancy didn’t move back, but her arms tightened across her chest. “I didn’t - I don’t want to ruin our friendship. You’re so important to me, Nance.”

“So are you,” Nancy replied resolutely. The way her eyes looked between her eyelashes was heart-breaking. Robin never wanted to stop looking at her like that. Her hands twitched at her sides, desperate for physical contact. “But…I can’t. I remember everything.”

“So do I,” Robin said. They watched each other for a moment.

“Then why are we…?” Nancy drifted off. She gestured between them, questioning.

“Do you want to-?” Robin asked. She laughed self-deprecatingly and ran a hand through her hair, dropping her bangs off against her ears. “We can’t finish sentences, apparently.”

“I do,” Nancy said, running over Robin’s second sentence to get her own words out. After watching her for a pause, Robin took another cautious step forward. She was standing in front of Nancy now, chest nearly to her crossed arms, hovering and waiting.

“Are you cold?” Robin asked. Nancy’s lips moved with a hint of a smile. Perhaps she would have grinned if Robin had given her the time. But she hadn’t, lunging forward to scoop Nancy up into a kiss before she could do anything but breathe.

Nancy’s arms were unwound from her chest and tossed around Robin’s neck immediately, tugging her impossibly closer. The grin, previously buried by Robin’s sneak attack, appeared in full force. It felt so warm to kiss. Robin pressed in deeper, fingers digging into Nancy’s waist. She tasted like winter. For the first time in a month, Robin remembered why exactly she’d been so desperate to commit this to memory.

“Why did we wait a month to do that again?” Nancy murmured against her lips. Robin shrugged, running her long fingers down Nancy’s spine and enjoying the way she shivered against her.

“Come on, keep me warm,” Robin invited, eyes alight with unburdened joy. Nancy had no choice but to oblige.

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