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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 1

I fully intended to put out the next part of Well Met, but I got a really bad cold and didn't get far enough into the next chapter to post it, so I'm putting out this one. It's based on this idea here. It is spoilery, so if you don't want to be spoiled, you can read it after the story is done.

I've tagged my regulars as well as those that expressed interest in the original post. If you don't want to be tagged in future parts, just DM me and I'll remove you.

Eddie IS in this just not for awhile. And Steve does have sex with other OCs, the only sex shown will be between Eddie and Steve.

Summary: Steve is an escort with Starcourt Services, who provides omegas to alphas with the money for all sorts of accommodations: arm candy at social events, rut servicing, multiples (including orgies), and sometimes, just sex. Steve is highly sought after, but after a run in with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson at a fundraiser for a US senator, his world is turned upside down.

No monsters/omegaverse AU. Rockstar Eddie/Sex Worker Steve. Mature (especially in later chapters).

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When Steve presented as an omega at the age of sixteen his parents were thrilled. They were going to throw lavish parties of all the best alphas in the state. Well, the appropriate ones, anyway. The good ones from conservative families of wealth and breeding.

Steve wasn’t looking forward to any of it. Which is why he breathed a sigh of relief when the doctors tested his fertility they told him he was infertile.

There was a couple other tests they could have preformed but his parents weren’t having it. How dare he be infertile! How were they going to recoup the cost of having an omega for a son, if he couldn’t have been an alpha?

The doctors informed them they had three choices. To the Church where he would be celibate and never seen or heard from again. This is what his mother wanted, but the Church wouldn’t give the money they so desperately wanted.

The second option was as a nursemaid for wealthy omegas who didn’t want to breastfeed their own pups. It had no real financial security because it was dependent on the elite needing a nursemaid in the first place. As callous as the Harringtons were, they didn’t want him to starve.

The final option was Starcourt Services. An elite escort service that would buy infertile omegas to pimp out to single alphas. They had a whole range of services. Rut servicing, gang bang and multiples (including orgies), and cherry popping.

The last one was how the Harringtons would get their money. Whatever the bid price was for an alpha deflowering Steve would be how much they would get for him. Then Steve would work for Starcourt until it was paid off. Then it would be up to Steve to decide what he wanted to do after that.

Most omegas would then go into nurturing fields, like teachers, nurses, and counseling. Not all of them did though, there were some really famous omega escorts in their fifties and sixties. Not even the best paid actors and musicians got paid as much as these escorts. They were lavished with everything they could ever want. Clothes, jewelry, trips to anywhere in the world. You name it, they got it. And they were paid handsomely by Starcourt on top of all that.

There was this really famous male omega simply called Roxie that Steve had on a poster on his wall. His contract had been offered to be bought out a record number of twenty-seven times during his career. People like politicians and diplomats, rockstars and A-listers, the elite and the powerful. Rumor had that one of the princes of Saudi Arabia had offered three times, but Roxie turned them all down.

Steve wanted to be just like him. But he knew that if he voiced that he would be whisked away to the monastery before he could even blink. So threw his lot with wet nurse lot. Saying that it wouldn’t be that bad, he could still save money to go to school and become a teacher.

It was the teacher part that really got Clint Harrington. No Harrington omega had ever been a teacher in their great history and he was going to let his son become the first.

So Starcourt it was.

When he turned eighteen he would be sold off to the highest bidder to take his virginity.

When the time came, Steve was one of the highest cherries ever sold by Starcourt to the tune of one million dollars. His parents went away with their money and Steve got his back blown by a thirty year old pop princess alpha, who still hires Steve to service her ruts on occasion if she’s in town.

Steve loved his job. What he loved even more than that was his beta handler, Robin.

“Hello!” he greeted warmly as she slip into his penthouse suite in the morning with his favorite coffee and muffins.

“Good morning!” Robin greeted back. “How was your night with Sir Kensington the third?”

Steve shrugged. “Boring. I loved the gala, but he just kept going on and on about how his estates had a water drainage problem and it kept flooding the basement. The first time I was sympathetic, the second time I was sincere, all the times after that? I could barely keep my eyes open! And! It strictly social, no sex. I would have tolerated it if there was at least the promise of mediocre sex afterwards.”

Robin winced. “Do you want him on your black list?” she asked, pulling out her tablet.

“Yes, please,” Steve said, pulling on a silk robe and sliding out of bed. “Send the usual black orchids and note.”

Robin nodded, making a note on her tablet. “And what do you want it to say?”

“When you take out a premier escort learn better material then irrigation. It was an irritation. If you want that kind of talk, get a mate for fuck’s sake. Passionately, S. Harrington.”

“Ooh,” Robin said with a grin. “It’s bitchy, succinct, and the most beautiful fuck you imaginable.”

Steve grinned back at her. “Thanks. I do so love to be bitchy. So what’s on my docket this week?”

“So you have a rut servicing with movie star Dillon Forrest starting tomorrow,” she said going through his schedule. “His ruts last three to four days and tends to get hungry right around day two. He hates cereal and protein bars or anything that ‘tastes like dirt’.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “As if that isn’t subjective as hell. And of course he doesn’t like the one thing that is the easiest to eat while literally out of his god damned mind.”

Robin hummed in agreement. “I’d try shakes, toss the protein powder in that.”

Steve nodded. “Make sure he’s house is stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables. Add some steaks or whatever to throw him off the scent. I’ll pack the protein powder in my kit.”

She nodded. “Next, you have the New Yorker charity gala with journalist Nancy Wheeler. She wants you in a tux, so I send in Pedro with your tuxes. Her dress is a metallic gold sequin slip dress with black lining.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I hate it when she wears metallic colors, it makes me looked washed out in comparison.”

“Sometimes I think she does it on purpose,” Robin groused.

Steve sighed. Nancy and he had dated briefly in high school before he presented as an omega and she an alpha. She actually had a mate, but Steve looked better on her arm at galas and charity events. That and her mate, Jonathan didn’t like the attention. He preferred to be behind the camera and not in front of it.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he said. “Put her on the pre-check list.”

Robin nodded. The pre-check list was a way to give the escorts a chance to decline an offer before it was set in stone. Usually the handler did that, but there were some cases where an alpha would pull shit like what Nancy did it was good for the omega to get a feeling of the event before the contract was set.

“Wear the dark blue jewel tone jacket with the black button up. That will prevent you from looking washed out, it’ll complement the dress and you get to one up your ex.”

Steve grinned. “Thank you, darling!” He leaped up and kissed her cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Also a heads up about the gala,” Robin said. “Tommy’s been tapped to escort talk show host Billy Hargrove.”

Steve flopped on the sofa dramatically. “Argh! Tommy’s going to be insufferable.”

Robin nodded. Tommy and Steve were “rival” escorts (it was mostly in Tommy’s head) who competed for the best clients. A three-time Emmy award winning talk show host was more “prestigious” then a one-time Pulitzer winning investigative reporter. Especially since that reporter was Steve’s ex.

“And with Nancy trying to sabotage my look for the night, he’s going to be gloating the whole time!” Steve continued.

“Well, thankfully you have a handler that thinks of these things before hand,” Robin said, rolling her eyes. “If Tommy gets in your face about it, ask Billy when was the last time he had person of color as a guest.”

Steve sat up on the sofa. “He’s never had, as far as I’m aware.”

Robin shook her head. “He does the ‘pandering’ thing around award season to make sure the Academy doesn’t notice his blatant racism.”

“Oh,” Steve said, his eyes glittering with mischief, “that would be a terrible embarrassment if someone were to bring that up at gala for people in news hosted by a black alpha, wouldn’t?”

Robin grinned. “It would be a damn shame.”

“You really are my platonic soulmate!” He jumped off the couch and flounced off to the bathroom. “Anything else for this week?”

Robin shook her head. “The schedulers were wanting to keep this week a bit thin because of how busy next week will be.”

Steve glared over his shoulder. “Don’t remind me. Two multiples and a rut servicing.”

“At least the first one is just a threesome,” Robin said with a wince. “Two alphas that want a cute little omega to freshen up their sex lives without looking to bond.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, but the other is some manager of a rock band ordering a gang bang for them because their shitty song went gold or platinum or whatever.”

Robin grimaced. “Yeah, that is pretty tacky. What’s worse is that they are all alphas.”

Steve dropped his robe with a heavy sigh. “Who’s the rut for?”

Robin looked through her tablet again. “Oh well that’s something at least. It’s Lonnie Goodwin.”

“That is a relief,” Steve said, shimmying out of his white silk briefs. “Lonnie’s good for a laugh. Do you want me to see if I can get you and Vickie tickets to his next Netflix special?”

Robin lit up. “Hell yes. He’s Vickie’s favorite comedian and her birthday is coming up next month.”

“Done, darling.”

He got into the shower and turned on the water as hot as it would go. He needed to warm up his muscles to be nice and limber. He got out and dressed in exercise clothes to go for a run. He put in his earbuds and turned up his music. He stretched and warmed up before heading out.

Walking out of his apartment building, he waved goodbye the doorman, Keith and set off down the road. He was listening to the band who was requesting the gang bang. Steve knew that the best way to get over an awkward beginning was to talk about things they were interested in.

So as part of his prep leading up to a client Steve liked to go through their social media, if they were famous any interviews they’ve done. Watch any movies or shows they’ve been in. Just really diving deep into their lives so that it was less a transaction and more like a date.

It was why Steve was so sought after, he never made his clients feel shame for hiring him.

Unfortunately that didn’t always go both ways. An escort at its core was still a sex worker and people still had problems with those. Even the ones doing the hiring of said escort.

But that’s why each escort had a handler. A beta that could come in and break up anything that might go wrong. Which is Steve loved Robin. He had seen her take down a raging alpha like it was a Sunday afternoon walk in the park. She looked thin and scrawny, but she was scrappy and tenacious.

When he came back from his run he showered again to get clean and then he slipped into some comfortable clothes to lounge around in. He could have done anything today. The Starcourt management team was intent on making sure their omegas had plenty of time between clients to rest, shop, hang out with their friends.

Starcourt omegas were some of the best kept omegas in the country, and it showed.

Steve would have done those other things if tomorrow wasn’t a rut servicing. They tended to be heavy on the exhausting side. Both physically and emotionally.

Because despite being infertile, they still experienced all the things that fertile omega did. Scenting, bonding, heats all came with being an omega whether you had the capability to have pups or not. There were always going to be times an artificial bond would occur, even with all the blockers they were on.

The bond would fade after a couple of days, but it was still hard on the omega when it happened.

Half way through his binge watching of the latest Netflix K-drama, Pedro came in with the tuxedos. They were blue jewel tones of varying shades and styles.

Once they had decided on a short jacket and necktie combo, his assistant Janica came in with accessories to chose from. Once everything was picked out, they went away again.

He debated going out to eat over making himself dinner. A couple of the omega escorts he knew had a professional chef, Tommy chief among them, but he liked to cook his own meals.

He decided to go out to eat, because he was going to be locked up in a room for the next few days and needed to get out for bit.

He got dressed in his favorite blue jeans, a blank tank top, and white short sleeved button up, that was left unbuttons. He pulled on his Nike’s and grabbed his cell phone and keys.

There was a taxi waiting for him by the time he got to the lobby. He loved his job.

He picked a nice restaurant near his place and sat down for a damn fine hamburger and fries.

At the end of the meal the waiter came up to him.

“Just charge the Starcourt account,” Steve said with a wave of his hand.

The waiter’s eyes went wide and he scrambled to do as he was told.

Steve left a hundred dollar tip on the table and then wandered back to the front of the restaurant where the same taxi took him back to his building. Where he finished the series with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

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Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

So much world building in this. Which is why it takes so long to get to Eddie. But have no fear, none of what I'm putting in the next chapters is fluff. It will all make sense once we get to the Eddie chapters.

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ghostofaboy · 8 months ago

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Reconnaissance

Summary: Javi learns about a new interesting spot in the city.

Pairing: Javier Peña/Male OCs Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2391

Warnings: Cruising, masturbation, oral sex, anal fingering, voyeurism, anonymous sex, public sex

Note: This as not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings.

Javi knew he shouldn’t be here. It was stupid and if he got caught there’d be hell to pay, but from the moment he’d heard about this place he knew he had to come. Sat at his desk in the DEA Austin office bored out his mind while he tried to finish a report, Javi had heard some of the younger agents laughing through his open office door. They were all recent transfers, all green as fuck, and far too young in Javi’s opinion. They laughed and swapped stories about getting lost and finding ‘hidden gems’ in Austin, naming some of the most well known bars and clubs in the city in the process. But then one of them had mentioned something and Javi’s fingers had paused, hovering above his keyboard as he listened.

Apparently the young agent, Harrin or Harkin or something, had stumbled across the spot when he’d stopped to ask for directions. A bunch of guys with their dicks out blowing each other, he giggled to the other agents, and they laughed at the thought. From the way they were talking, it was obvious they didn’t know what the young man had found. They all thought it was a fluke or just a bunch of old gay guys who just happen to have chosen that place to stop. But Javi knew what the young agent had found.

A cruising spot.

From the description, Javi was pretty sure he knew where they were talking about, a small area of a neighborhood park, but he never knew about the spot. And from that moment Javi knew he was going to go there.

It was late afternoon and the sun was shining as Javi had pulled up in his car and surveyed the area. At the first, nothing indicated he had the right spot. Off in the distance, families sat on blankets and children played. While there were a few other cars park up near him, Javi couldn’t see any of the guys the young agent had laughed about.

But then he spotted them. Just through the branches and leaves, Javi could see the unmistakable sight of a pasty white ass humping against another as the two tanned men hid amongst the trees. Then he spotted another group, three older men in a circle all jacking each other off. Then more, and more.

Leaning back in his seat, Javi unfastened his jeans, freeing his semi hard cock and began to stroke it lazily. A breeze drifted through his open window as he scanned the area. Part of him on the look out for a potential hook up, another part ever alert. If he was caught here, he was done. There would be no coming back from a scandal like getting caught fucking in public.

Slowly stroking his cock, Javi soon spotted an older man watching him from his own car. The other man was round, with a bald head but a thick white mustache. He was sat with his car door open in a pair of cargo shorts and polo shirt, his hard, fat cock poking out as he tugged on it. His eyes met Javi’s and immediately the older man smiled and started to make his way over to Javi’s car.

“Hi there.” He greeted Javi politely as he leaned on the car roof, his cock almost at eye level with Javi. “You’ve got a real nice cock. May I?”

“Sure.” Javi nodded, moving his own hand as the stranger reached in and started to gently pump him.

Arousal spiked through Javi’s system as the older man expertly worked his throbbing cock. Sliding his hand down Javi’s shaft, man would rotate his wrist a little on the way up, before skimming his fingers over the sensitive head to begin again. Every few pumps, he would pause slightly as he glanced around, a constant reminder to Javi of the extremely public place they were in.

Reaching up Javi began to tentatively stroke the man’s cock, causing the older man to buck into his grip and gasp. With his other hand Javi lifted his shirt up higher, exposing his stomach ready for his release. He was close. The heady mixture of the attention and environment was going straight to Javi’s cock, filling his head with fog as the hungry need took over.

Above him at the car door the other man continued pumping him, pulling him closer to the edge with every masterful stoke. Gasping and grunting filled the space, intermixed with worried moments of silence and stillness as a walker got a little too close or a car drove by. Finally the tension snapped and with a low growl, Javi came, shooting thick ropes over his stomach and the man’s hand.

As his own climax shook him Javi stopped stroking the other man’s cock, instead leaning forward to engulf the short fat dick in his mouth. On the other side of the car door the old man moaned as Javi bobbed his head and ran his tongue over the leaking tip. A thick hand grabbed the back of Javi’s head as the stranger fucked his mouth through the open car window.

It didn’t take long for bitter release to flood Javi’s mouth and the hand to disappear from his hair. With a polite thank you, the stranger left, and Javi waited until he was back in his car before discreetly spitting the man’s cum into a tissue before collapsing back in his seat.

That had been a rush. The thrill of anonymous sex coupled with the chance of getting caught had been intoxicating. And exactly what Javi was worried about. He’d enjoyed that. Potentially too much.

Pulling another tissue from the small pack, Javi set about wiping his own seed from his stomach as he watched people go about their business in the afternoon sun. The guys amidst the trees were gone, presumably finished and moved on while Javi was distracted. Tossing the tissue onto the passenger seat, Javi scanned the area for more encounters.

There were two other cars parked up, one of which gently rocked as Javi focused on it, hinting at the activities going on inside. A lanky looking middle-aged man leaned against a tree watching them casually, keeping an eye out for anyone getting too close as he looked around.

But other than that, the area seemed clear, and Javi felt a pang of disappointment. As thrilling as getting jacked off by a stranger had been, he had been hoping for a little more. Not necessarily sex but more than one encounter would have been nice.

Slumping back in his seat, Javi idly played with his cock as life in the park went on around him. It twitched at the attention but remained flaccid as Javi rolled his foreskin back and forth over the head as he continued to look around the area. He knew he should leave instead of sitting in his car with his cock out.

After a short time of slowly stroking his shaft, Javi noticed another car pull up close to his own, and Javi tucked his semi away out of sight under his shirt. For a few tense minutes, Javi waited, watching the new arrival to see what his intensions were. From what he could see from his car, Javi would see the other man looking around the area just as he had. Then as he turned his head, the new driver locked eyes with Javi.

The new guy offered Javi a smile and a small nod, which Javi returned. The man slowly got out of his car and began to make his way over to Javi, who re-exposed his cock and quickly hid the used tissues in the glove compartment.

Looking up Javi watched as the other man approached his open window just as the man before had done, before to Javi’s surprise, he veered away. Turning in his seat, Javi followed as the man circled the car and then to Javi’s surprise, the stranger opened the passenger door and slid into the seat.

“Hey.” The man smiled, his eyes raking over Javi before landing on his cock. “Do you mind me gettin’ in? Sorry, I should’ve asked first, man.”

“It’s fine.” Javi smirked as he got a better look at the other man. He was younger than Javi, with messy blond hair and a big, easy smile. Slowly stroking his cock once more, Javi licked his lips as the other man tugged down the front of his sweatpants to reveal his own hardening shaft.

“Can I?” The stranger gestured to Javi’s erected, reaching over and feeling its weight when Javi nodded. “Hey, can I play with your ass while you jerk off?”

The request caught Javi off guard, but he couldn’t deny the throb of arousal he felt at the idea. Pulling his jeans open further, Javi locked eyes with the younger man as he pushed them down to his knees, feeling the cooling breeze from the open window caress his skin.

The stranger grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small bottle of lube and squeezing some out onto his fingers before offering it to Javi. Javi chuckled as he applied a couple of drips to his cock.

“You always carry that with you?”

“I like to be prepared.” The other man laughed, putting it the bottle back in him pocket. “What can I say? I’m an organized kinda guy.”

Javi continued to chuckle as he shifted down in his seat slightly and opened his legs, wincing as the cool lube on the stranger’s finger’s made contact with his rim. Settling back Javi began to stroke himself once more as the other man’s digit circled his entrance gently. Then, carefully and slowly it began to push inside him, breaching his hole, before withdrawing slightly.

The hot rush of arousal washed over Javi as the other man began to tenderly pump a finger in and out of him. His skin prickled as Javi attempted to focus on his own role, but with each plunge of the finger he felt his own pace falter as his head filled with the wonderful fog of lust.

"Just relax." The stranger whispered skimming a finger over that sweet spot inside Javi, who bit back a moan. "Come on, pump that cock for me. I wanna watch you cum."

Javi nodded, pinching his eye shut for a moment before pumping his length in time with the other man's fingers. The pace was relaxed to begin with, just a single finger slowly sinking into him. And in turn, Javi sensually stroked his dick, with his eyes flicking between the other man's bobbing, leaking cock and the hand between his legs.

Then, gently, the stranger eased in a second finger. Javi gasped, arching his back as a pulse of arousal thrummed through him. He could feel his whole body heating up, and he instinctually opened his legs further, pushing himself down in his seat onto the thick fingers.

"You really to cum?" The stranger purred in his ear, and glancing over, Javi could see him stroking his own cock now as he leaned sideways in the passenger seat.

"I'm ready." Javi growled, gripping his shaft firmly as he resumed pumping.

The pace was faster now, as Javi lifted his hip up to rut up into his fist. In his ass, the two sturdy fingers stretched him open, no longer caressing his prostate with feather-light teasing, but now fucking Javi with each plunge inside him.

The lewd sounds of breathy moans, grunts and the wet squelches of Javi's ass filled the car, sounding louder in the enclosed space and adding to Javi's intoxicating tension building within him.

Javi was grateful for the lube now as he frantically pumped his cock so quickly his hand was almost a blur. The other man's fingers thrust into his hole hungrily as he tugged on his own dick, while his eyes remained fixed on where his digits disappeared into Javi's ass.

Javi's thighs shook as he felt his peak approaching. The fire inside was reaching its limit, and Javi could feel his control slipping away. Gritting his teeth, Javi hissed, throwing his head back as he let go. With a shudder, Javi came, giving in to the ecstasy as his cock painted his stomach and hand with thick release.

He was vaguely aware of the stranger coaching him through his climax as the thick fingers caressed that sweet spot to milk Javi of every last drop. Finally, Javi let his hand drop away, falling limp in his seat, gasping as the other man's finger left his ass.

Slumped in his seat, Javi turned his head to watch as the other man frenetically pumped his cock, before shooting cum over his hand with a load moan.

For a moment, the two men sat boneless in their seats, panting as the world around roared back into their consciousnesses. Thankfully no one had noticed them as off in the distance the city went on as normal.

The car was filled with the musky scent as Javi sat, his chest heaving, as the other man quickly wiped himself down with a wet wipe. As he offered one to Javi, Javi nodded gratefully and with a shaking hand began to clean his own sticky body. After tucking himself away, the stranger smiled at Javi, offering another nod before wordlessly leaving the car and quickly returning to his own.

Javi took his time tidying himself before pulling up his jeans and putting his soft cock away. He wasn’t sure what to do now as he played with the car’s ignition. Should he leave? Stay and meet another man? Logically, the longer he stayed, the more likely it was he would get caught, or someone would notice him. It was with that in mind that Javi turned the key and set off home.

As he drove home for a much-needed shower, Javi knew he would be going back. Perhaps not to that exactly spot for a while, but this afternoon that scratched an itch that he’d been ignoring for too long. The anonymity was a thrill for him that he’d forgotten and pushed down since he’d come back from Colombia. All he had to do now was find some more spots to add into his new routine.

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cchapsticck · 11 months ago

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A couple things:

The first album he ever owned that he got to choose on his own was Master of Reality when Wayne handed him 5 bucks at the used record store after he picked him up from foster. And he’s pretty sure Children of the Grave changed his brain chemistry. Like something in him got hard re-wired and soldered in place. Like there’s no unfixing that fix.

The first song he ever learned to play on Wayne’s old beater acoustic was Here Comes The Sun, but if anyone asks he says it was Smoke on the Water, which was actually second but the truth is possibly humiliating, considering his curated reputation.

He cannot read music. Which is funny, considering he’s had a “band” since 7th grade. He just kind of picks at shit by ear. Which he’s pretty good at, thank you very much. It's why he likes shit with solos, he can pick out a riff better than he can pick out a chord progression.

Said band did not lock down members with any kind of permanence until 10th and no one had any kind of electrified instrument until 11th because Jeff and Phil and Gareth might be better off than he is - drug money notwithstanding - but tuns out parents aren’t keen to just drop that kind of money so one’s kid can fuck around in another kid’s garage every couple weekends for that kind of price tag

Metal shows are few and far between in Roane County, considering all the ways it is. But the couple no-name bands that have breezed through town at the dive-iest of bars the county has to offer well - he doesn’t want to say, changed his life but - but he’s never been so glad to have been elbowed in the face because everyone’s having a good fucking time and without the accompanying “faggot” attached to the act, which he’s had a repeat performance of just. Generally. In his life outside of the shittest bars in Indiana.

He’s not saying Zepplin II made him gay but Robert Plant’s face pasted onto that German soldier’s body made him feel some kind of way at a formative age and that’s maybe just something he’s going to take to the grave even if apparently the shittiest of shitheads just decided that was a true thing about him on their own.

Steve Harrington has been hot since, like, junior high. Which is horseshit. Because like, first of all. He sucks. Like, he’s a douche. But Barb Holland died and he ended up in the hospital because apparently those two things are related events and rumor has it he got kicked out of his house and he shaved his head about it and there are a shocking number of scars hidden under that disco hair and that, unfortunately, does not make him less hot or less of a douche.

Another thing: Dustin Henderson is fucking annoying. Like annoying in the unremarkable way all nerds are annoying that he’s a little dead to (like sometimes he catches himself mid-tirade and thinks ‘damn, I’d kick my ass too’) so he gets it but also. He’s fucking annoying. He’s fucking annoying about Steve Harrington in particular which like. Hilarious. Go figure.

And he’s got a lot of annoying ammunition in that particular annoying gun, because apparently Harrington’s been living in his basement. So the kicked out thing is probably true. A lot of what he’s got to say is anecdotal. Lives in the basement. Pays rent. Makes dinner for Henderson’s mom. Drives him to school. Owns a bat with nails in it? Which. Alright? That makes about as much sense as anything else going on. The weirdly dense law enforcement presence in the wake of the Holland murder (and those are feds, like, he knows cops, he grew up around a lot of cops - thanks Dad - these are not cops) and the ever evolving whatever-this-is of Steve Harrington which he is for sure paying a normal amount of attention to and not unloading his guts at Gareth and Jeff who for sure don’t want to kick his ass about it because are we all seeing this shit? It's been like 5 years of high school and this is a puzzle he is no closer to solving, as he is no closer to graduating. And it's not because he’s being a dipshit about Harrington’s gradual transformation no matter what Gareth keeps insisting. (he’s being a dipshit about graduating because he’s a dipshit - separate problem)

But like, something is for sure going on with Steve Harrington. And fuck him dead because he is desperate to pick it apart. It's got nothing to do with the horny goblin in his brain barking about the, shall we say, aesthetic realignment here (which maybe, like, is coming for the integrity of his own genre cred but like. Come on, man.) and it's got everything to do with someone like Steve Fucking Harrington willfully abdicating the throne to throw himself amongst the Maligned With Problems The World Will Make Your Fault. Like he had to have known the flavor of hell people like him and Hagan and every other one of those silver spoon fucks made of his life. And not just his, just like, anyone remotely adjacent in the social order.

There’s this kind of unspoken truth at shows. Like metal, hardcore, whatever, any genre within a genre that fills up bars like this, like he’s pretty sure the punks even have this rule, this remains true: the more normal the guy looks the more fucked in the head he is. That guy is dangerous. That guy is working through some shit you cannot even begin to conceive of and this is only outlet he’s got. Like that guy will straight murder you if you come at him wrong in a pit and everyone knows it. You do not fuck with that guy. You do not make eye contact with that guy. So Steve Harrington in his tightass Levi’s and bright white fresh out the 3-pack t-shirt hugging the back wall of the Hideout on a Thursday night sure is a red flag. But red’s always been his favorite color, so-

So he buries his shoulder blades in the wall right next to him and hits him with a of all the gin joints and Steve just squints at him like he’s got no fucking clue what he’s talking about. Figures. Harrington always seemed like a philistine. Steve just runs his hand over his shaved short head, and Eddie swears he can hear the rasp of Steve’s palm over the noise of the bar.

“You come here often?” And it's not not a come on and he’s a little prepared to get decked but it's also a genuine question.

“It’s work.” Steve says, not unkindly but not really looking at him either. Like he’s not really interested in the conversation or Eddie at all.

“It’s work?”

And that gets Steve looking and he does not look impressed. It's cute. Which probably says more about Eddie’s ability to turn disdain into some semblance of private affection but we’re not going to unpack that bag we’re just going to throw the whole suitcase out.

“Well, I can’t work the bar so I just pull people out of the pit. Work the door sometimes.” Steve says over the noise of the bar, by way of explanation.

“How about that?” he says with no small amount of genuine awe. “Mall work not cutting it for you, then?”

Steve just kind of one shoulder shrugs. Not cutting it in the sense that the mall like, fuckin’ burned down but. Y’know. Speaking in kind of a general hypothetical kind of way. Looking for a new career path kind of way. Less about the mall directly. Or at all.

“Yes and no. I got punched less by skinheads at the mall.” and that almost sounds like a joke, like Harrington isn’t totally hating this conversation. Delightful.

“And you’d willingly go into this line of work when Henderson says you can’t win a fight?” he says it like he means it, like he’s actually surprised. Because he is. Because getting laid out at a show is just some shit that happens sometimes. Assholes with something to prove, the wrong guy took an elbow at the wrong time, a drunk got in the pit and doesn’t know the difference between a good time and a fight, like, shit happens.

Steve’s scrunched up face of repulsion and offense is additionally cute.

“Yeah well, Henderson says a lot of shit about you too.”

He may have been operating on the assumption that Steve actually had no idea who he was. And was just some weird guy who, for some reason, had a lot of personal information about him that was in no way reciprocated. Just kind of figured he would have been beneath Harrington’s notice in a big picture kind of way.

Fuck you, Henderson, how dare you.

“Only glowing reviews, I’m sure.”

“More or less.”

Alright he’ll take back point two, then. You’re on thin ice, Henderson.

“Is that where the uh-” and he kind of gestures limply at the pit and then towards the thick, formerly stapled up scarring in Steve’s hairline. Like he’s come home from a show with a bloody nose or a black eye or two but nothing like that.

“No.”

It's the finality in his tone, when he says it that makes him suspect he’s fucked this up and the conversation is over.

And it is.

So he hangs around the bar for the set and then he leaves and its not really all that interesting.

But he thinks about that for a while, that something rattled Steve Harrington’s cage so hard he’s this now. Somewhere in the realm of quietly fucked up, and on the edges of good sensibility and good taste because its more comfortable out of a spotlight. Even if the dark on the edge of that pool of light is more than a little dangerous, but at least there’s a place to hide.

And then Chrissy Cunningham dies on his ceiling and he has to keep hiding.

#i wrote this thing like a billion years ago when punk!steve was going around and this was the closest i could get to it #while still feeling authentic #character wise anyway idk #i think i had other plans for it but i don't remember them now #so i cleaned it up and here it is yall can have it now #prompts #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steveddie #steddie fic #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #punk!steve #steddie au #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #steddie fics #i've been trying other creative outlets and just getting mad so i decided to clean up wips i figure would never see the light of day

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palmtreesx3 · 10 months ago

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As my header states, I'm too old for this. But here I am anyway. If you're here you're gonna watch me embarrassingly lust over every version of Steve Harrington (who am I kidding, just Joe Keery in general) and while I mostly just react to other people's tremendously talented work, I occasionally dabble myself.

So if you are lurking, enjoy and leave some kisses 💋

(18+, don't be cunty, yada yada yada)

🔥 Spicy/Smutty 🚨 Cannon/Cannon Adjacent ❤️ Fluffy/Boyfriend-ism 😩 Angsty

Get Off (Series) 🔥18+ - SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC (7/9)

Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, within hours of arriving to the city, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved. Act 4 - Out Now :)

Prologue || V-Card || Act 1 || Act 2 || Act 3 || Act 4 || Act 5 || Act 6 || Epilogue

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King of Wishful Thinking (Series) ❤️ Fluffy but eventually 🔥 18+ and marked as such because I'm a hoe - Steve Harrington x Reader (2/?)

Summary: Steve has been in love with you for his entire life. He has always wanted to express his feelings and do nice things for you, but every time he tries to come up with new and creative ways to show you how much he cares, but it seems like fate is always against him. Even though he shallowly convinces himself that you’re just meant to be friends and despite these setbacks, Steve remains determined to keep trying. He still holds onto the hope that someday he'll be able to express his feelings to you and maybe, just maybe have them reciprocated. Paused but not forgotten

1974 || 1978 || 1980 (coming soon)

Joe Keery Photo Drop Support Group A place to gather when he sends us into a tizzy. This support group was started in response to the Behind the Blinds Photo Drops but can and will be revisited anytime this man rocks our world like that again....All are welcome. Judgement Free-zone. Cake ALWAYS served.

Birthday Cake Train 🍰 A communal space to celebrate birthdays and serve up a slice of Cake....you know which kind. Join the thread when it's your turn. There's enough to go around.

Seeing Stars 🔥18+ The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.

A Girl Like You (PT 2 to Seeing Stars) 🔥18+ In the aftermath of the 4th, embarrassment and emotions are flying, tables turn and shit gets figured out. Read Part 1 to see how exactly we got here.

Deeper for You 🔥18+ It's your annual beach trip with the crew from Hawkins, something you've all been doing together your whole adult life after life forced everyone to part ways. You're all close, but this year, an accidental encounter in the outdoor shower makes you get a little closer with one person in particular.

Jealous Friend One Shot 🔥18+ ask Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You’re always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it’s just too much? What if this time you’ve had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?

Firefighter!Steve One Shot

Taking Care of Steve (Road Head) Blurb 🔥18+ ask

Vampy Steve Blurb ask

Fool in Love Blurb (King of Wishful Thinking inspo) ❤️

Stevie Takes Care of You When You're Sick Blurb ❤️ ask

Joe Keery as Steve Harrington Micro expressions

Steve Harrington Smells Like head cannons

Cozy Cardigan Steve (Joe Keery Dork Mag inspo) ❤️

Ok maybe I'm being overdramatic, but please also consider reading these fics or series I feel like I'd lay down my life for because they have become a visceral part of me and changed the fabric of my being and I think about them all the time. They are all *chefs kiss* and written by amazingly talented people who also have deep Masterlists that also deliver. So wake the fuck up and read em! Again, most (okay fine, all) are 🔥 18+ ...again, because I'm a hoe

Into Open Flames 🔥😩🚨 on AO3

Midnight City 🔥 by @superblysubpar

We'll Call it Love 🔥😩 by @superblysubpar

If Tomorrow Never Comes 🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean

All I Really Want is You ❤️🔥 by @loveshotzz

Whatta Man (Steve's Night) 🔥 by @loveshotzz

New Years Eve (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩 by @loveshotzz

Beyond 🔥 by @abibliophobiaa

We Tried the World 🔥😩 @upsidedownwithsteve

And I Snuck in Through the Garden Gate ❤️🔥 @upsidedownwithsteve

Don't Call Me Baby 🔥😩 by @katyswrites

Aftermath (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean

Daisy 🔥 by @thyme-in-a-bubble

PSA: Don't steal my shit. Don't repost my shit. Don't steal other peoples shit. Don't use AI. Don't feed my shit into AI. Don't feed other people's shit into AI. Just come here, read about this sweet piece of a man and live on our fantasy island together in lust and in peace.

#its not much but it's mine #palmtreesX3 Masterlist #my masterlist #steve harrington masterlist #steve harrington fics #steve harrington fic recs #fics in progress #wip #my blurbs

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rabbittwinrithings · 2 years ago

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Okay, I'll probaly make a whole write up later. But for now, some info on Haarri and Harrin.

-They are twins. Haarri is the brother, Harrin is the sister.

-Which means they are both dragonborn.

-Nords, and their story starts when they are 18 (Haarri joins the empire in the war,) but the main questline doesn't start till he's 22. (Harrin does not join in the main questline. She let's her brother have the glory.)

-Haarri adopts both Khash and Rufus (Who I later have them as adults doing a few questlines. Khash does Forsworn Conspiracy and Dawnguard, and Rufus does college of winterhold and companions.)

-Haarri is a more knightly, two handed character. And Harrin is a light armor, gunsmith.

-Haarri is much more cliche hero, being kind, loves helping others, great leader, and inspiring, than his sister. Harrin is much more cold and distant. She likes to be alone with her work. She's the definition of resting bitch face.

- Harrin has also 100% done the Han Solo 'shoot an enemy behind them without looking' thing.

-Haarri is a follower of Stendarr and Harrin doesn't follow anything.

-Harrin also specializes in conjuration.

-Haarri marries Mjoll, and Harrin doesn't marry, but does become platonic life partners with Nebarra. They have a huge 'hate you but not really' friendship, and fight like an old married couple on the daily.

-Over time in legends and stories, Haarri and Harrin start to get mistaken as a single individual because of their basic description: The dragonborn Nord with dark skin, and sliver paint, hair, and eyes.

#skyrim ocs #Haarri and Harrin #khash the argonian #skyrim rufus #skyrim nebarra

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miss-bushido · 1 month ago

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Like the Devil's got your hands

This work was inspired by the gorgeous artwork by the immensely talented 2jihiiro on Twitter, and here @2jihiir0, with the words, "You had too much to drink tonight, didn’t you? Let’s get you home, sweetheart.." said by Eddie in said artwork. Russ's artwork has become some of my favorites ever, and I am obsessed with everything they create. I have never written Dark!Eddie before, so this was a bit of a departure from how I usually write him. I'm not sure if he's Dark! the whole way through, but I tried! 🤷‍♀️ *CW: It is not explicitly stated, but there's enough inference that Tommy wants the Special K from Eddie for some nefarious purpose with Steve. Nothing happens in that vein, but if this is something that bothers or upsets you, please click away. If you did still want to read it, but not that specific part, you can skip from "It's Harrington's birthday..." to "Sorry, Hagan..." Title from the song 'The Feel Good Drag' by Anberlin.

Rating: Explicit Full tags here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59813491 Eddie leaned against the wall, keeping to the darker corners of the spacious living room as he observed the ebb and flow of the party around him. It was the typical Hawkins High party thrown by the jocks and other members of the popular cliques that made his life a torment all throughout high school. Now that he was two years removed from graduation, he briefly wondered why he still bothered coming to these any more. The money from selling dope wasn’t that good. The ass wasn’t that good anymore, either. Though he’s less than four years older than most of the students here, he gives off an air of being older. More worldly. Wild, even.

Some, girls and guys alike, were into that. And there are whispers that if you didn’t have the money, Eddie would take it out of your skin. That he fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk straight. That he didn’t care if he fucked a guy or a girl. That he did it rough: ripped skirts, bruises on throats, the imprint of teeth on shoulders or thighs. If they wanted him to stop when he did get rough, they were old enough to say something. He’d certainly never heard any complaints while everything was going on. Most of the sounds were groans of pleasure, entreating him to go harder and faster, to grip tighter and really make them feel it.

All one had to do was ask.

Still, he had one dimebag left. And he had a feeling the next customer was just around the corner. Once he’d sold it, he would leave. Maybe go to a bar to find someone to spend an evening or an hour with.

As if the universe answered his prayers, he glanced up in time to see Tommy Hagan and Steve Harrington walk over to him. Well, stumble might be the more appropriate adjective. At least on Steve’s part. Eddie’s grin turned shark-like as he observed the two boys. Both clean cut, all American students. Popular. Well-liked.

Complete fucking assholes, most of the time. Though he had noted that Steve had stopped having his head up his ass nowadays. He actually talked to others outside of his social clique. It appeared senior year was good for him.

This knowledge helped to make him more attractive to Eddie than he usually was.

“Hey Munson,” Tommy said, cheeks flushed with alcohol, making the galaxy of freckles all over his face all but disappear. Beside him, Steve swayed a little, the red Solo cup in his hand dripping with condensation.

“Yes, Tommy?” Eddie asked, unable to resist giving Steve a roving eye once over. He always looked so good, but tonight there was something else about him. His hair was growing longer, perfectly coiffed as always. His white shirt was form fitting, but not tight, and it was riding up on his right side, giving Eddie a glimpse of that smooth expanse of stomach, the hard edge of a hip above his tight jeans.

Eddie wanted to run his tongue along the edge of Steve’s jeans. And maybe under the waistband, tasting salt, some sweat, and whatever else Steve’s skin might taste like.

“It’s Harrington’s birthday, he’s finally legal, and I wanted to buy him a special something. You know, for later tonight.” Tommy’s emphasis on the one word caught Eddie’s attention immediately. He had sold Special K in the past, but he hadn’t had it on hand for awhile.

“Yeahhhhh,” Steve drawled, sitting down heavily on the couch next to them, his big bright hazel eyes looking right into Eddie’s brown one. “Tommy said he’s gonna give me a big present.” Steve had clearly already had a few too many, and even if Eddie had what Tommy wanted, it wouldn’t be a good mix.

Probably what Tommy was counting on.

“Sorry, Hagan,” Eddie lied, shoving himself off of the wall, hands in his pockets. “I don’t have anything any more. And I didn’t bring any Special K in any case.”

“Aw, fuck, man. Can’t you go get it?” Tommy harangued his brow furrowed in frustration.

“No, because I-”

“I’ll give you $100 for it,” Tommy blurted out.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Are you joking?”

“Nope. Not joking.”

Eddie pretended to consider. It was a lot of money but 1) he didn’t have any of the drug in stock, and 2) even he had scruples, and the longer Tommy talked, and the more insistent he was about getting it, the more uneasy the whole situation made Eddie feel.

“Tell you what,” Eddie said after a minute. “If you can get me the money in the next twenty minutes, I’ll go home and get it and then come back. I’ll even throw in some other product. On the house.”

Tommy grinned manically and nodded. “On it!” he shouted. “Steve, stay here. Eddie’ll take care of you,” he said, before he turned and ran out of the room, leaving Eddie and Steve alone and to their own devices.

Eddie looked down at Steve as he tilted his head back against the top of the couch. “You doing okay?” Eddie asked the boy.

“Mm fine,” Steve answered, voice muddled with drink. He looked up at Eddie and gave him a big megawatt grin, sliding down until he was on his back. “You’re tall.”

Eddie smirked, watching this display. “Maybe a little,” he conceded. He sat down on the arm of the couch, arms crossed as he regarded Steve. He really did look delicious, and Eddie couldn’t help his eyes lingering on certain spots: his chest, his arms, his bulge.

His cock twitched in his pants, and Eddie shifted lightly. “Did I hear Tommy say it was your birthday?”

Steve smiled, twisting so he was laying on his stomach, that grin still on his face as he looked at the older boy. “Yeah, man. I’m 18 now. I’m finally an adult and I can do whateeeeeever I want.” He pushed himself up, his back arching, his jeans straining to hold in his ample ass.

Eddie’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in this display. “Whatever you want, huh? I can help you with that, baby boy.” To his delight, Steve blushed at the praise.

“I want to stay here and talk with you,” Steve answered. “I remember you in high school. You were so cool. You still are, Eddie.”

“You’re sweet,” Eddie said, brushing some hair out of Steve’s face. Some sweat had pooled on his forehead and it clung to Eddie’s fingers as he pulled away. He kept eye contact with Steve as he put his fingers into his mouth, revelling in the salt-sweet taste of him. “You taste sweet, too.”

Steve blushed furiously at that, his full lips parting. He made to stand up and stumbled a little as he got off the couch. He stumbled again as he grabbed his cup before it fell.

Eddie was on Steve immediately, pressing his body against Steve’s back. His left hand settled on Steve’s hip, while his right hand slid up the bottom of Steve’s shirt. “Careful, sweetheart,” he said. He leaned closer, his breath on Steve’s neck.

Steve shivered, which turned into a gasp when he felt Eddie’s travelling fingers rolling his right nipple. His face grew more red, tilting his head to the side to glance back at Eddie.

Eddie grinned wickedly. “You had too much to drink tonight, didn’t you? Let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

“Okay…” Steve breathed, though he made no move to start walking.

Eddie’s lips quirked against Steve’s neck, another shiver running through the younger boy’s body. “Let me take care of you, baby boy.” He couldn’t resist running his tongue up Steve’s neck and to his ear, giving Steve’s earlobe a little nibble.

“Eddie,” Steve breathed, leaning back against him. Eddie took this opportunity to slide his left hand down from Steve’s hip to the hard line of his bulge, making his hips buck forward. “Please.”

“Please what?” Eddie asked, keeping his hand on Steve but pressing up and down with the pads of his fingers. A gasp that turned into a groan came out of Steve’s mouth then. “Please keep touching you? Please do more?” He licked another line up Steve’s earlobe and added, “Please fuck you?”

“Yes,” Steve whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as Eddie spoke, relishing the feel of his tongue. He turned to face Eddie, leaning in close. Eddie could feel Steve’s breath against his mouth. All he had to do was move a millimeter and he would be tasting Steve’s lips.

But he didn’t. It would be so easy to do it: to give in and kiss Steve. He could do it. He could taste those sweet lips, bring his hand down to Steve’s ass to hold him close so he could rock his hips against him. To push Steve against the closest wall and grind against him until he was begging Eddie to take his clothes off.

“You want it, baby?” Eddie purred, his right hand running up Steve’s back. “Come take it.”

Steve groaned as he crashed his lips into Eddie’s. Eddie could taste the beer and the other alcohol he’d been drinking that night. He took the cup out of Steve’s hand and tossed it to the side. It wasn’t his house, so he didn’t give a shit where it landed.

Eddie growled as he reached down to pick Steve up, wrapping his legs around his waist. He moved them forward until Steve was pressed against the opposite wall. He kissed Steve like he could devour him. The sounds Steve made, all the little whimpers and gasps as Eddie kissed and touched and bit him. “Still want me to take you home?” he whispered, rolling his hips against Steve. “Or do you want me to take you someplace else?”

Steve gasped, clenching his fingers in Eddie’s hair. “Can’t go home. Your place. Please. Please, Eddie,” he begged.

Eddie groaned. “Can’t deny you anything, baby. Wouldn’t deny you anything.” He gave Steve a deep kiss before he set him down on his feet. He took Steve’s hand in his and pulled him along through the house. The party seemed to be winding down as there were less people to weave around.

Once outside, Eddie pressed Steve up against the side of the van to kiss and fondle him some more. Steve murmured his name over and over while Eddie sucked another hickey into his neck. Eddie managed to extricate himself from Steve’s grasp as he herded him into the passenger side seat.

Eddie moved around to the driver’s side and stopped briefly when he saw Tommy Hagan standing a few feet away, hands clenched by his sides. From the stricken look on his face, he’d seen Eddie putting Steve in the car, and the two of them making out against the van. Eddie tossed him a quick two finger salute and a shit-eating grin before he got in on the driver’s side.

They got back to Eddie’s in record time, and showed incredible restraint in waiting until the front door slammed shut to start undressing each other. Eddie pulled Steve in for a rough kiss after they’d gotten their shirts and shoes off, herding him down the hallway to his bedroom.

Eddie pressed Steve against the bedroom door, continuing to kiss and suck and bite him on any piece of exposed skin. Steve writhed against him, hands exploring all over Eddie. He fumbled with Eddie’s jeans, managing to undo his belt and pop the button.

“So fuckin’ eager for it,” Eddie groaned, his own hands reaching down to unbutton and push Steve’s jeans and boxer briefs down. “You ever been with another guy?”

“No,” Steve admitted, biting his bottom lip when he felt Eddie’s hand on his cock, beginning to stroke. “Not, oh fuck, not like this.”

“You want to be?” Eddie asked, nipping at Steve’s jaw as he kept stroking him. He was dripping precum, leaning against Eddie to keep himself upright. “I need an answer, baby.”

“Y-Yes! God, yes,” Steve whimpered. “Please, Eddie.”

Eddie kissed his mouth hard, giving his cock a squeeze before he pushed Steve onto his back on the bed. He looked down at Steve, panting and pink and with a hooded look in his eyes as he watched Eddie unbutton and unzip his pants. “Take these off of me. Now,” he growled.

Steve pushed himself up, hurriedly pulling Eddie’s clothes down and off of him. Before Eddie could join Steve on the bed, Steve moved forward, taking Eddie’s cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck, your mouth is so good, baby boy,” Eddie groaned, sliding his fingers into Steve’s hair. “But if you want me, you’ll-” He gripped Steve’s hair tightly on one particular slide of his tongue. “You’ll need to stop.”

Steve whimpered, looking up at Eddie with his big hazel eyes, mouth full of his cock. He pulled back, a string of precum hanging from his mouth as he did so. Eddie’s cock throbbed at the sight. “Don’t you want me?” Steve asked, the hurt evident in his voice.

Eddie groaned and moved, kicking his jeans off, before he loomed over Steve. Both of them naked and pressed against one another’s bodies. “I want you so much, baby boy. And we can revisit your heavenly mouth around my cock later, but I didn’t want to come before I even got a taste of you.” He grabbed Steve’s wrists in his left hand and pinned them above his head as he spoke.

“Someone said you’re rough,” Steve spoke, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I can be,” Eddie admitted. Most of the time, he was. “I don’t have to be.”

“I want you to fuck me hard and rough,” Steve said, a glint of something in his eye. Hot lust dropped into Eddie’s core at this proclamation. “Bite me, scratch me, choke me. All of it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered. He tightened his grip on Steve’s wrists. “Where’ve you been hiding all this time, baby?”

Without giving him a chance to answer, Eddie kissed Steve hard on the mouth, sucking on his bottom lip before he moved down to his throat, sucking and biting in equal measure, and equal force. Soon enough, Steve’s neck and chest were covered in bruises from Eddie’s teeth, his body writhing under the older boy’s. Throughout all of this, Eddie’s hand was still gripping Steve’s wrists, pressing down hard into the mattress.

He had to stop, but only to reach for the large bottle of lube on the nightstand, pulling it and a roll of shiny gold Magnums onto the bed beside Steve.

“I want to feel you come inside me, Eddie,” Steve whimpered, pushing the condoms away. “I want it to be dripping out of me.”

“Steve, fuck,” Eddie breathed. He was tempted to argue when Steve angled his hips so Eddie could feel the curve of his ass against the head of his cock. He exhaled a deep shuddering breath and uncapped the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

Without preamble, he rubbed circles over Steve’s tight little hole with his thumb, making the boy gasp. “It’s cold!”

“It is,” Eddie agreed, slowly beginning to push his way inside of Steve. “But you won’t mind soon.” One finger fucking in and out of him achingly slow. Eddie normally would not have gone this slow, but he didn’t want to hurt the kid (apart from the ways he’d already asked for). Yes, he was rough from the outset, but for anal only if the person had done it before.

A second and third finger soon followed, Steve making the most obscene sounds Eddie had ever heard. He could get addicted to them. To make this boy make those sounds. All for him.

He shuddered and pulled his fingers out, squeezing the base of his cock with his clean hand. “Still with me, baby boy?” He bent down and kissed the tip of Steve’s cock, relishing in the salt taste of his precum, leaking out of him steadily.

“Please fuck me,” Steve begged, gripping the blankets tightly. “Eddie, please fuck me hard.”

Eddie made a noise that sounded like a growl as he grabbed the lube bottle and poured another generous amount onto his hands. He lubed his cock from base to tip, and then positioned himself, sliding quickly inside Steve.

Both of them groaned loudly: Steve at being filled. Eddie at the tight hot clutch of Steve’s body. He leaned forward, forcing Steve’s legs up to wrap around his waist, and began fucking him hard and fast like he’d been begging for. Each thrust punched a loud moan out of Steve’s mouth. Sometimes just sounds. Other times it was Eddie’s name or more demands to fuck him harder, to bite him. Eddie obliged by leaning forward more, bracing his feet behind him as he moved to bite soundly on Steve’s neck where it met his shoulder.

This made the younger boy cry out, and Eddie could feel him clenching around him. He pounded into Steve a few more times before he bit him again, this time on his collarbone. “Eddie! Eddie!” Steve rasped, left hand gripping Eddie’s forearm hard enough to bruise. “Please! I’m so close! Put your hand on my throat. Please Daddy!”

Eddie swore, his cock pulsing inside Steve at the name. He placed his large hand on the younger boy’s throat, squeezing lightly. “You gonna come, baby boy? You gonna come on Daddy’s cock?” Goddamn, this was doing it for him. He’d never had someone call him that, but when Steve said it, it sounded so right.

Instead of words, Steve let out what could only be described as a shriek as he came hard, his body clenching tightly around Eddie as cum spurted up his stomach and onto his chest. This was enough to make Eddie fall apart, too, still thrusting into Steve as he came just as intensely, if not more so, as Steve had. He removed his hand from Steve’s throat and ran his pointer and middle fingers through the mess, bringing some up to his mouth to taste.

“Best cum I ever tasted, baby boy,” Eddie sighed, bending low to lap it up from Steve’s chest. He used this momentum to pull out, Steve’s legs dropping back to the bed spread.

Steve looked thoroughly fucked out: face red, cum all over his torso, eyes black with lust, and the smallest grin on his face. He reached for Eddie’s face and pulled him in for a rough kiss. “I want some more,” he croaked, still catching his breath.

“Oh you do?” Eddie asked, returning the kiss, brushing some of Steve’s hair away from his forehead. “You don’t want to go back out and have fun with your friends?”

Steve shook his head, running a hand through Eddie’s hair. “Just wanna be with you. I want more of you tonight.” He kissed Eddie again. “And tomorrow. And the day after.”

“All those days after, too, huh?” Eddie asked, surprised to feel a little swell of emotion in his chest. “Sounds like you want to be my boyfriend, baby boy.”

“Please, Daddy,” Steve answered, a grin on his face at the way Eddie’s eyes darkened. “You said you’d take care of me.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Eddie answered, moving quickly to pin Steve to the bed, a wolfish grin on his face. “You’re all mine now.”

Steve sighed. “Happy birthday to me.”

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Saying Sorry Part 2 (Steve X You)

Warning: Angst because I live and breathe it to survive. Smut of course <3 These two still bicker but not as aggressively as the last chapter. There's some deep diving into Steves need to impress his papa so trauma for little Steve. His dad is a dick (of course) and does pop him. Reader steps in. Cameo from Andrew again and Steve throughly beating his ass. Um, the rumors are mentioned again about the reader being a slut (which she isn't). I think that all.

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“Oh my god. I’m so excited to see this movie. Aren’t you?!”, Steve glanced at you and noticed your head was hanging. “Y/N? Are you okay? We…we can watch something else if you want.”

“No, no Steve. I want to see it to. I just…” You pouted as you leaned against the wall outside the theater door.

“Hey. You can tell me anything. You know that right?”

Your eyes meet his soft brown ones as you exhale a long sigh. “I feel bad that you had to pay for my ticket.”

“Y/N, honey.” You giggle when he calls you that. He’s never said it before and you can’t help but blush. “I seriously don’t mind. I like hanging out with you and I know things are a little hard for you right now. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you or something.”

Steve leans down wrapping his small arms around you. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You’re my best friend. You can use me for anything.” You lightly punch his chest when he coyly wiggles his eyebrows.

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When you woke up the next morning, Steve was already gone.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do? What if tells people? What if he makes the rumors about me worse? What do I even say to him? DO I say anything? Fuck!

That day you wondered the halls like a ghost, hoping to remain invisible. You were completely lost in your brain trying to figure out what yesterday meant if it meant anything at all. You were still so angry with Steve for everything that had happened in your past but you did miss him. He always seemed to hate you now but he followed you around the party and came over the next day to make sure you ok. Steve fucked you like how you imagined he had with every other girl in Hawkins but when you asked him to stay…he did. No sarcasm, no King Steve bullshit… He encircled you in his arms and held you to him like no one or nothing else in the world mattered.

“Fuck! Shit. I’m sorry!” While dealing with your mental crisis, you had accidently run into someone knocking you back slightly. Your breathing stopped when you realized whose hands were trying to steady you.

“Hey, um, no it’s ok.”, Steve immediately dropped his arms to his sides. “Are, uh, are you—”

“Come on, Harrington! Let’s kick some shirtless ass.” Tommy sauntered to his friend, patting him on the back before realizing you were there. “Hey Y/N! How’s my new best friend doing?” He reached out to grab your chin and you angrily slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m alright with not. I heard from Andrew you two did enough touching the other night. That’s why Stevie here had to kick you both out of his party.”

Steve’s head aggressively turned towards his friend. Was that the rumor going around? There were people in the room when he threw the boy off you. How could they twist the truth so much and have people believe it? When he turned back to you, your eyes were full of fire.

You scoff as you push them both out of the way and head into the gym.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait.” You heard him trying to get your attention but chose to ignore him as you climbed the bleachers and took a seat, throwing your bag to the side. “Y/N, I…I seriously had no idea he was saying things like that.”

“Who cares? Definitely not you if you aren’t going to tell douchebags like Tommy the truth. Go ahead, may as well put a spin on your own rumor.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you. “I would never do that.”

“Lucky me then, huh? It’s ok for you to encourage them but at least you don’t spread them. No, King Steve is a gentleman.”

“Harrington! Can we get fucking started or not?”, the P.E. teacher shouted across the court. He sighed, angerly twisting away from you and heading for his team.

You tried to focus on your notes for your next class but your eyes kept wondering to the men in front of you. Steve was obviously upset as he played and you couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned for him. You had seen that frustrated look in his demeanor many times in the past. Usually when he felt like things were out of his control.

“Steven! Come down here now!”, his dad roared from downstairs.

Twelve-year-old Steve looked over at you as worry flickered across his face for a moment before he smiled. “I’ll be right back, ok?” You nodded before he slid off his bed and exited his room.

His dad voice practically shook the house as he screamed at his son. Carefully, you opened the door and walked down the hallway, leaning over the banister. The boy hung his head as his father paced back and forth.

“What am I going to do with you?! How am I supposed to trust you now?”

“Dad, I swear I didn’t—”

“Don’t give me that excuse again! Whose beer was it then?! You were the only one here yesterday unless you had that girl with you—”

“But I wasn’t here yesterday either! I was with Y/N and her family—”

His father reached out and smacked Steve across the face. “Stop talking back to me! I am your father and I demand respect!”

You didn’t even think twice about your actions as you flew down the stairs and put yourself between them. “No! Leave him alone! He was with me yesterday.”

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room before his dad pointed his long index finger past you towards his son. “We’ll talk about this more later.” With that, he turned on his heels and stomped towards his office.

Steve roughly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back upstairs. “I said I’d be right back! Why did you do that?! I can handle him!”

“He hurt you…”

“And I can handle it!” He placed his small hands on his hips as he glared at the floor. Suddenly, he slowly felt your arms wrap around his waist.

You softly smiled in his chest as his body gradually released the tension before hugging you tighter to him.

“Steve! Focus! Come on, man.”, one of his teammates hollered at him.

“Andrew! Switch with Tyson.”, the coach instructed and you immediately sat up straighter. You didn’t even notice Andrew was in the gym. He wickedly smiled at Steve as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side.

Steve bounced the ball in front of him before shoving his shoulder against the man’s chest and running around him to make a basket. One of the other players collected it and tossed the ball to Andrew who mockingly bounced it in front of Steve.

“So, Harrington, have you heard any good rumors lately?” He tried to run around him but Steve slid his arm underneath him and took the ball from his grasp. “All that Mr. Chivalry bullshit just for the outcome to be the same.” He laughed as he tried to block him but Steve swished around him, making another basket.

“There we go, Harrington! Good job!”, the coach clapped as someone passed Andrew the ball again.

The boy’s eyes flicked towards you before glaring at Steve. “Should have just let me fuck her. At least her and I both would have gotten something out of it.”

Steve charged at Andrew’s stomach, tackling the boy to the ground as they began delivering blows.

“Harrington!” Tommy and some of the other kids managed to pull them both apart. “Walk it off, man!”

You found him a couple of minutes later, leaning against the wall outside with his hand pressed against his nose. The sound of your sneakers crunching on the ground caused him to snap his head in your direction.

“What?! You come out here to yell at me about defending you or something?! Jesus fucking Christ!” He stood up and angrily began to stalk past you but before he could you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his chest. You felt the tension in his body slowly deflate as his hands reached up to hold you closer to him.

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“Ow!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you roll your eyes as you press the tissue towards his bloody nose. You both were sitting on bench near the gym in the hallway outside of the girl’s locker room. A smile twitches for a moment on his lips as he watches your eyes focus on his face.

“I’m sorry…that I, uh, didn’t correct Tommy. I should have. I will! I promise.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” You tossed the bloody tissue in the trashcan beside you before placing both palms on his cheeks to check his features. “Well, sire, you shouldn’t have any bruising but your face is probably going to be a little sore.”

As you start to drop your hands, he immediately raised his own keeping yours pressed against him. You sighed, reaching your thumb out to caress his bottom lip.

“What about you?”, he asked.

“What ABOUT me?”

“Are you sore?” Steve’s brown eyes fell to your mouth as you smiled, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The sight made him chuckle but not in a mocking sort of way. It sounded like the way he used to laugh when you would watch scary movies together and you would shriek before hiding in his side. Or when you would tell him the stupidest joke he had ever heard but you were so ecstatic to tell him that he was more amused by your own reaction than the joke itself.

“Steve—” The sound of the bell cut you off as you dropped your hands from his face, quickly grabbed your bag, and he lost you in a sea of students.

He thought about you for the rest of the day, searching for your face in every classroom he passed. In the hallways, his eyes would swivel towards your locker but you were never there when he was.

“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Tommy threw a balled-up piece of paper in Steve’s direction. “You’re lucky Coach didn’t pull you from the game tonight.”

“Eh, would have been worth it to punch Andrew in the face.”

“Come on, Harrington. Asshole talks trash all the time—”

“I know but this is different.”

“How?”

“Because he didn’t have sex with Y/N. I kicked him out because he was being aggressive with her.”

“Ok, now I’m even more confused. Who cares about some slut and her reputation? Like this will make up for the hundreds of other guys she’s been with.” Steve glared at Tommy as he rose to his feet.

“Because she’s not a slut! God, how did those rumors get fucking started anyway?!” He slams his fist into the lockers behind him as he ran off towards the boy’s locker room. Unbeknown to him, you were leaning against the wall down the adjacent hallway listening to him defend you. It didn’t make up for everything you had been through these past two years but it was definitely a start.

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You snuck in just as the game was about to start, finding a spot in the back corner against the wall. Steve panted from the pregame practice, scanning the crowd till his eyes found yours. He grinned at you and you returned it with a small awkward wave. As he continued to look around, you noticed his smile faulter and followed his gaze to find his parents coming into the gym.

Your heart broke as you watched that termination ignite in his eyes that always came along when he felt the need to impress his dad.

“Steve! You did so good!”, you jumped up and down as you gave him hug, not caring that he had just gotten out of pool.

“I came in third, Y/N.”

“And? That’s amazing. Out ten kids, you placed third. Be proud of yourself.”

He smiles as he playfully pushes your shoulder. “Thanks for comin’, honey.”

You beam up at him but both your happiness’s are short lived when his dad saunters over and ruffles his soggy hair. “Ah! Maybe you’ll do better next time, son.”

Steve struggled through the entire first half of game. The other team kept swiping the ball out of his grasp or whipping around him when he tried to block them. The buzzer rang signaling half time and the cheerleaders swarmed the court to do their routine. You tiptoed down the bleachers and towards the locker rooms where you heard the coach screaming especially at him.

“NOW GET IT TOGETHER, SON! Or I swear to God, I will cut you from this team so fast—”

The door swung open and his sweaty figure came into frame as he locked his fingers over his forehead. Abruptly his foot shot out and kicked the lockers across from him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Well, that’s dramatic.” He jumped as he turned to look at you.

“I can’t deal with you right now, okay?!”

“I’m not here to make you feel bad or anything like that, Steve. I just… you’ve always let him get under you skin. You’re better than this. I’ve seen you play.”

“Yeah, and the fuck would you know about it, hm? Your parents don’t give a fuck about your future and what you do with it.”

“Neither do yours! If they did, they would realize how talented you are and actually be there for you instead of running away to whatever bullshit excuse your dad gives you.” As you turn to leave, you pause to face him again. “And my parents do care, not just about me but you to even though you tossed me aside to impress people who are exactly like him.”

His sneakers squeak as he jogs over to you and blocks you from leaving as he leans down to hug you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I’m just—”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.” You can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you go. “Um, Steve? You’re really sweaty.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.”

“You got this, ok?”

“Y/N? Um, not that I mind but why are you being so nice to me? After everything I’ve done.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”, you giggle. “I’m not saying I want to go steady or anything.” You shrug as your eyes meet his. “Maybe because I’m finally seeing little glimpses of the boy who used to be my best friend.”

He smiles as he watches you head back towards the gym.

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The second half of the game, Steve made up for his missteps helping his team get ahead of the other. Hawkins won with a substantial lead and he was noted as making the most points that night.

You waited for everyone to leave the area lingering behind to allow all the students time to get to their cars and leave. To your dismay, his parents did the same thing.

“Steven! Not your best, I must say.” Steve’s eyes fell as his dad patted him on the back. His mother grinned at him as she brushed a piece of his damp hair away from his face. “This is your junior year, son. You know you have to step it up!”

“I think he did pretty well.” All three Harrington’s turned to look at you as your shoes obnoxiously banged against the wooden bleachers. “Especially during that second half.”

“Excuse me, miss. Thank you for your opinion but this is between me and my son here.”

“Oh, not a problem. I just know if I was his dad and I would be damn proud to have him as my son.” You smile in their direction before heading to your car. Thankfully everyone had left so no one would be there to harass you about what you were even doing there. As you started unlocking your car door, you noticed Steve’s parents walk towards their BMW without him.

You sighed as you watched them drive off before you felt a hand grab your arm and turn you around. Lips meet yours, startling you before you realized you recognized the taste. Steve blindly reached behind you for the door handle and you moved to the side to help as his palm held the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat.

His fingers fumbled with the button on you jeans as he finally undid them and tugged them down your legs. You smiled as you pushed him back with your palm into a sitting position and wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve grinded his hips against your center making you moan as his hand clung to the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly pressed to his own.

You reached down, pulling lightly at the waistband of his shorts and he grinned into your kisses as he lifted his hips to pull them down, releasing his cock from its confinement. Your lust blown eyes watched as he spit in his hand and stroked it along his cock before reaching between your legs to move your underwear to the side.

Lifting your own hips, you hovered over his tip before gradually allowing him to invade your entrance. You both let out a groan of approval but something in yours caused him to open his eyes and watch your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you rolled your hips, slowly allow your body to take him inch by inch.

The first time he fucked you, he didn’t give you any time to adjust as he took from you what he wanted and you allowed it. A different type of passion was in charge that evening. What was controlling him now wanted you to enjoy him as much as he was enjoying you.

Steve’s palms reached out to cup your cheeks, bringing your forehead to his own.

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. There’s no rush, okay? Go as slow as you need to.” You whimpered at his praises, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. As your hips fully connect with his own and he bottomed out inside of you, he growled, running his tongue along the side of your neck.

“You taste so fucking good, honey. Fuck…”

Steve calling you honey triggered something inside of you; memories you tried to keep locked in the back of your mind. Memories of him playfully teasing you as you giggled during sleepovers. You two walking to the diner near your house to share a meal before going to the cinema in town. Him comforting you when the kids he now called friends made fun of you.

He was too lost in you to notice the images that flashed through your eyes. Your head fell into the nook between his shoulder and neck as you grinded and bounced on top of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he clung to the back of your head, meeting each smack of your hips with a thrust of his own.

Your arms clasped around his neck and he did the same against your back, pressing you tightly to him as he pumped into as hard as he could.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, baby. I’ll cum with you.”

Your eyes rolled back as you panted into his skin, nails digging into him as your body trembled and you came. Steve grunted at the feeling as your pussy clung to him before lifting you off his cock, pumping himself rapidly until ropes of his seed hit his thigh.

His head fell back against your seats, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of you reaching forward into your glovebox to grab a napkin and clean him off. As Steve pulled up his shorts, he heard your breathing get heavier causing his eyes to flutter open and turn towards you.

You had curled your body on the opposite side of the backseat, your eyes glassy with tears you tried to hold back.

“Y/N? Are you ok? I…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Steve, what are we doing? What is this?”, you gesture between the two of you. “I mean…even when we were friends you were never attracted to me—”

“Who says?”, he interrupted. “Who says I didn’t find you attractive? We were kids so I wouldn’t say ‘attracted’ but I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh, ok, Harrington. Let’s play that card. We were kids but we went on double dates together. I watched you make out with a ton of girls and I know Carlie Jameson sucked your dick freshman year. Why did you gravitate towards them instead of making a move towards me?”

“Ok, again, you keep throwing things like that in my face when you did the exact same things! YOU made out and grinded on most of the dates you brought with you even though you claimed to not really be into them. If we’re going by YOUR definition of attraction then in that case you weren’t into me either.”

“What the fuck do you mean by MY definition?”

“You’re implying that sex equals attraction and it doesn’t.”

“Oooo listen to you using big words.” Steve rolls his eyes before turning to glare out the car window. “I…I was attracted to you. You were unbearably kind to everyone but yourself. You were adorably goofy. That summer you taught me to swim, every time you jumped in you would make this silly face or quote a movie.” He smiles at the sound of your giggle. “And I guess you were cute with your stupid fucking hair and beautiful grin.”

“Hey, hey now. That’s below the belt…insulting my hair.”

Steve turns back to face you and you both genuinely laugh for the first time since you two had been close.

“You just always seemed to like the ‘pretty’ girls; long blond hair, big tits, and IQs that max out at room temperature. I just… I didn’t want to lose you by asking if you wanted to try taking our relationship further especially since, to me, there was a high chance of you saying no since I’m not like them.” You sighed as your eyes met his. “I guess it doesn’t matter. It happened anyway… you chose them over me.”

Steve looked away from you in shame. “You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole.

You reach out with your fingers and grip his chin, turning him to face you again. “Steve, what is this. What are we doing here?”, you repeat your earlier questions.

He sees you pleading with your eyes, begging for him to be the guy he used to be. The guy who took you to the movies holding your hand during every scary or action filled scene. The man who sat with you in the library, willingly letting you see how stupid he felt when it came to subjects you seemed to easily understand. The guy who brought you presents during any holiday just to see you smile, whether it was something small like a rose he stole from his house or book he saw you browsing when he went with you into town.

The boy who called you honey and sweetheart while you cried over the phone over something another kid said or to calm your worries when his dad would scream at him and he would run to your house to spend the night. The guy who fell for you the moment he met you.

“I can’t… I can’t be what you need me to be, Y/N.”

You nod your head in understanding as you release him from your grasp. “I understand.” Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to watch him as he exited your car and headed for his own.

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