#Stanger Things Fluff

[the-witty-pen-name]

New Years, New Beginnings

Steve Harrington x PlusSize!F!Reader

Summary: You don’t believe he’s sincere any time Steve Harrington has asked you out. It’s not until a messy New Year's Eve confession that you realize you may have been wrong. 

Warnings: 18+ for suggestive content; cursing; body image issues/insecurity; mentions of bullying; miscommunication; slight angst; horniness but no smut; slightly sub!steve if you squint

Word Count: 3.0k

You pride yourself on graduating Hawkins High as inconspicuous as possible. You detest attention in most forms and your priority was moving through those three years avoiding most of your peers. Describing yourself as shy was an understatement. Your preteen and teenage years were riddled with the most intense insecurity. 

You were never bullied for your appearance- at least not directly. However, you absorbed every look and every offhand comment like a sponge. You were very aware of the space you took up in a room and how different you felt compared to your friends. As a kid, you remember when you caught on to the way your Halloween costumes were always homemade while your friends had no issue fitting into store bought costumes. You feel like you stand out in group pictures so you slouch, and suck in your tummy and stick out your chin- overtime it just became second nature to contort yourself to fit into boxes. 

Despite your best efforts, you did unfortunately catch the attention of one person in particular. King of Hawkins High- the infamous Steve Harrington with his infuriating hair.

You were blessed with the misfortune of having to sit behind him in study hall. He would turn around and pester you constantly. He seemed to enjoy making you uncomfortable and even though you would ignore him, it seemed to just incite him to tease you more.

He’d sit in his chair backwards and cross his arms to rest them over the top. He’d rest his chin on his arms and stare at you, or watch your hands as you worked on your homework. He’d annoy you with stupid questions, or take your pens.  

“What kind of movies do you like?” he’d ask, out of the blue after an annoying amount of staring you’d effectively ignore. 

“I don’t know,” you answer, without looking up. You’d offer a shrug and then just move on to the next math problem. 

“They’re playing the Star Wars movies at the drive-in,” he volunteers and you love Star Wars. However, you can’t bring yourself to say anything. He’s baiting you. And you refuse to bite. 

He eventually got the hint and let you be. He slowly turned around and focused his attention on the clock at the front of the classroom. 

It was the worst type of teasing, the faking interest- the attempts to make you think he’d be legitimately interested. You knew the outcome already; you’d seen that teen movie and you refuse to be the victim in that cruel game. 

He’d wait at your locker and you’d turn the other way when you saw him in the distance. He’d lean against your locker, looking around expectantly for Tommy and Carol, you’d assume, to see if they were watching. You’d wait until the bell rang and risk being late to class before walking up to him at your locker. 

When you would get there before him, he’d come out of nowhere. He’d sneak up on you and lean on the locker next to yours. He’d smile with that signature look of his and you refused to let yourself acknowledge how great it was. Your heart would tug, wishing it was real if you let yourself dwell on it. 

“You don’t like me,” he’d smirk, like he was trying to break some code to you. “We should really go out and talk about it.”

You’d be in the cafeteria lunchline, moving through the stations with your tray. Steve would cut-in next to you. Everyone loved him so no one cared when he’d cut the lunch line. He’d slide in close to you, and you’d ignore the way his cologne always smelled so good. 

“So the lasagna, huh?” he’d smile, looking at the contents on your tray. “Do you like Italian?”

“It’s fine,” you grumble, moving down the line. 

“You ever been to Enzo’s?” he asks and you realize he doesn’t even have his own tray. He’s just here to mess with you. “They have really good lasagna. We should go.” 

You get to the register to pay and Steve beats you to it, offering a few bills to the lunch lady. “It’s on me, sweetheart,” he flirted, and you just walked away. 

Unbeknownst to you, Steve Harrington was pathetically in love with you. Past the suave and charming exterior and his overcompensation of unfound confidence, Steve had been pining after you since the summer you moved to Hawkins, right before 10th grade. He thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He thought your shyness was endearing and he liked that he seemed to make you nervous- because maybe that meant you felt the same way about him. After a year of rejection, Steve finally decided to leave you alone because you made it clear you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. 

Steve didn’t realize how he was coming across to you. He’d never had to think about things like you had. At school and amongst his peers, he didn’t need to have his guard up all the time like you felt you needed. His experiences with social interactions didn’t prepare him for the way you reacted to his advances. He was used to adoration and popularity, he didn’t face rejection. Both of you, with completely opposite experiences, couldn’t figure out or make sense of the other. You shrouded in your defences and Steve was stung for the first time. 

Like a cliche, you’re back in your parents’ town for Christmas and New Years. It’s been a few years since you’d been back for longer than a weekend stay. Now, you’ve managed to get enough time off approved that you arrived before Christmas and will leave shortly after New Years. So far, you've done an excellent job avoiding anyone from school. You had friends you wanted to see, of course. But you skillfully avoided any chance encounter by dodging the errands your mom attempted to pass off to you. 

Your luck had run out when she pulled you aside and told you to go out and get a few movies for you and your parents to watch together. Which is how you ended up at Family Video on a random Thursday and ending up face to face with Steve Harrington. 

When you walked in, you immediately saw him at the counter and the two of you made eye contact for maybe a couple of seconds before you averted your eyes and headed down one of the aisles. It’s fine, you rationalize as you pretend to look at the cases, high school is far enough behind us that he won’t remember me at all. 

It was only a few minutes before your grand entrance back into his world that Steve was complaining to Robin about his nonexistent dating life. Robin does her best to help him out of the slump he seems to have found himself in lately, but he can’t seem to ever feel like his old self. When you walked in, he couldn’t even believe his eyes. But just like before, you immediately dodge him. 

“Oh shit,” Robin smiles, immediately recognizing you. “Hey!” She saunters over and Steve watches from the front counter. He watches the way seeing Robin has brought a huge smile to your face. 

“Oh my god, Robin!” You exclaim happily, pulling her in for a hug. Out of the many people who went to Hawkins High, Robin is probably one of the only people you’d be happy running into. 

The two of you talk and catch up, and Steve stares at the computer screen pretending to keep busy while simultaneously attempting to eavesdrop on your conversation. He straightens his posture when he sees Robin bringing you up to the register. He doesn’t acknowledge you as Robin checks out your movies. 

“Don’t forget, 7- okay?” Robin says with a wave when you leave. The bell rings and then Steve turns to look at Robin expectantly. “What?” she asks, scrunching her nose at him in annoyance. 

“Did you fucking invite her to New Years Eve?” he asks incredulously. She nods. 

“Uh yeah- she’s my friend, I figured you’d be fine with that,” she responds, but raises an eyebrow, “Did I do something wrong?”

“Do you remember when I told you about that girl I liked in the tenth grade-” 

“Holy shit!” Robin exclaims, spinning around on the stool she sat on. “That’s insane,” she continues, “She was like the only cool person in my lab- we talked all the time.”

“She hated me, probably still does,” he shrugged, and Robin rolled her eyes. 

“You were a douchebag,” Robin reasons. 

“Not to her!” Steve insisted. “I asked her out like a thousand times- I really liked her. I wasn’t a douche… I don’t think.” 

“You had a reputation Steve,” Robin points out, “Even if you didn’t necessarily do anything to her specifically, Tommy or Carol might have. Or, she just knew you were a grade-A asshole and was steering clear. You’re much better now.”

“Gee, thanks for that enlightening assessment,” he grumbles, sarcastically. 

“At least if she shows up to the party, you can ask her,” Robin suggests, stealing a box of movie candy from one of the shelves, “Just clear the air so you can move on, you know? Get some closure, cause clearly you’re not over it.”

Had you realized that you were attending a New Years Eve party at Steve’s house, of course you wouldn’t have gone. No one greeted you at the door, it was just left unlocked for everyone to come and go as they pleased. 

People filled the hallway, chatting amongst themselves or dancing to the loud music that was coming from the living room. You couldn’t hear yourself think, and you just wanted a minute to compose yourself before venturing too far into the crowd. 

You navigated down the front hall, having to squeeze and push past people, and found yourself in the kitchen, and just your luck, the only person there was Steve. You hoped to immediately leave before he noticed you. 

“Wait,” he pleaded, when you turned to walk out, “please, can we talk?” 

You pause, and turn back to him. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” He asks, and he sounds broken. 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve Harrington,” you say. “You were so mean to me all the time and you have the audacity to play the victim?” 

“How was I mean?” He asks and you scoff because he sounds so genuinely confused. 

“You know, don’t play fucking stupid.” 

“I’m not! Look I understand if I made you uncomfortable,” he explains, “I probably should’ve taken the hint that you weren’t interested and I just kept perusing it- but I thought it was a thing. I was wrong.” 

“What do you mean take a hint?” You ask, tilting your head in confusion. Steve looks at you, completely dumbfounded that you seem to have no idea what he’s talking about. 

“You clearly didn’t like me back,” he explains, like it’s obvious. “I wouldn’t take the hint, and I kept asking you out and it made you upset. I just thought- I thought you and I had like a little back and forth thing. I realized way too late that I was wrong.” 

“Do you seriously think I’m that stupid?” You ask, your tone is incredibly harsh. “You don’t get to flip the story around to save face. You’re a terrible person Steve. It’s not fair to mess with someone’s feelings like that.” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “please just explain to me what I did wrong so we can work through it.” 

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t just messing with me to make fun of me,” you snap, your voice beginning to tremble. 

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks softly, walking towards you and for once you let him. 

“I knew the whole time Steve,” you mumble, looking at the ground. “I know you weren’t actually flirting with me or asking me out all those times. I know it was a joke.” 

“None of it was a joke,” he admits. “I liked you a lot. So I would try to ask you out and you’d never talk to me. I thought maybe you were shy and nervous because you liked me back so I just kept the bit going- I’m sorry. I clearly was a dick who made you uncomfortable.” 

“Wait,” you say, thinking back on as many of the interactions as you can remember. “You were actually asking me out?” 

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Steve counters. 

You’re actually rendered speechless. You’re overwhelmed with this new information and you can’t actually bring yourself to fully believe him. There’s no way, you reason, there’s absolutely no way that Steve would’ve been interested in you. 

“I mean come on,” Steve continues when you say nothing, “look at you.” 

“You’re doing it again,” you respond, defeatedly. 

“I’ve wanted you since we were like 15,” Steve confesses. “Fuck, I literally remember the first time I fucking saw you. Do you even remember that?” 

He moves away and goes to lean against the kitchen counters behind him. He crosses his arms and looks down on the floor, kicking at nothing. You don’t know how to react to this confession. It felt like for once, you were seeing the real Steve. The one he’d been trying to show you forever but didn’t know how. And your guard had  been  up the whole time anyways. 

“This is so stupid,” he scoffs at himself, as he remembers the day and puts himself back in the shoes of his love sick teenage self. “Summer right before tenth grade. July 8th.” 

“You had just moved here and it was at the pool,” Steve continues. “You had on this black bathing suit… literally couldn’t keep it together. I couldn’t focus on literally anything else.” 

You remember the day, but you don’t remember Steve being there at all. You remember feeling awkward in your suit, worried people were judging you. You almost didn’t swim, too self conscious- so you ended up sunbathing for a long while before the heat became too unbearable and you needed to jump in. You didn’t even know Steve had been there. 

“I was too nervous to say anything,” he admits, “so I didn’t go up to you that day and I regretted it. I thought about you the whole rest of the summer. I thought maybe you were like visiting family or something and I’d never see you again… but when you showed up in my class, I had to just go for it. I’m sorry I didn’t just let it go.” 

“But you dated Nancy… and went out with girls like Brenda and Laurie. Why would someone like you- fucking King Steve- want anything to do with a girl who looks like me?” you ask, almost sarcastically. Your walls of defense creep up again, lulling you back to safety. 

Steve is finally sick of this nonsense. He’s done with dancing around the subject. He’s still in love with you, and it’s growing unbearable being in the same space as you if he can’t be near you. It’s taking over all of his senses, everything about it just consumes him whole. He can’t understand why you can’t just see how wrecked you’ve made him. 

He strides over to you and cups your face in his hands. You tilt your head up to him in surprise at his gesture. Yet, you don’t pull away. He sighs, it’s a relief to even touch you as simply as this. The soft skin of your cheeks against the pads of his fingertips is enough to ground him just enough that he doesn’t spiral. He takes in a sharp breath once he realizes how close you are like this. The reaction he has to you makes you dizzy and goosebumps rise on your skin.

You don’t know who leaned in first- don’t know who started it. It was like your mind was completely white static and then you realized you and Steve were kissing. It wasn’t anything like the way you’ve ever been kissed before. It made all your senses fuzzy and your body melt into him. He couldn’t help but smile against your pretty lips when you pulled yourself closer to him. It’s all he’s wanted. 

Your hands grasp tightly to the front of his tshirt, and you feel his arms wrap around your waist. His hands land on the small of your back and it feels like the skin under his touch is on fire even if it is over the material of your top. You gasp against his lips when his hands slide down to rest in the back pockets of your jeans and he pulls you even closer than before. He leans against the counter and he pulls you flush against him. Instinctively, your arms wrap around his neck. Your hands play with the ends of his hair at his neck and he moans so prettily. 

“Fuck, fuck sweetheart,” he gasps, reluctantly pulling away. You pout, and all he can think looking at you with your big eyes and swollen lips that he’s so royally fucked. “I wanna talk about this.” 

You nod, catching your breath, and you don’t miss how his eyes flicker to watch the rise and fall of your chest. You bite your lip to hold back a smile that’s risking to spill out. “Shit,” he sighs, finding your eyes, “I think I’m still in love with you.” 

His hands are still planted firmly in your back pockets. You match his stance, trailing your hands across his slender waist and then settle them into the back pockets of his jeans. You watch as his cheeks turn bright red and the blush blossoms across the length of his neck. He’s so sweet like this, you can’t help but think to yourself. 

“Oh yeah?” You tease flirtatiously. He’s convinced you could probably see his heart beating rapidly out of his chest. He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobs and you can’t help but smirk. Newfound confidence swells up through you, finally seeing the way you affect him. 

[msgexymunson]

Forbidden Fruit

Description: The newest object of your affections happens to be Eddie; your father's closest friend!

A/N: this is just smut personified and I ain't even sorry. Enjoy it with caution, hells saving a mighty fine warm spot for you ;). 

Warnings: age gap, Eddie's in his forties, reader implied 20s. Voyeurism, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (wrap the thingy, trust me I'm old) 

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Delicate fingers are slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts. You stroke at your soft skin, running in teasing patterns. Your body begins to react to your secret touches, downy hairs starting to stand on end as your skin prickles with sensation. Then your hand drifts lower, lower, until it meets your pubic hair. Massaging your breast with your other hand you try to relax and empty your mind, just focus on the feeling. Not that it works. All you see when you close your eyes is Eddie. 

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He was at least 20 years your senior. Hell, he was one of your father's closest friends. It may as well be forbidden. He probably thinks of you more like a daughter than a lover. 

You couldn't help it though. Recently he was just looking so damn fine. You're not sure if it was just him getting better with age, or you growing up and appreciating the man in front of you. Either way, woof. 

Your fingers find your clit as you think back to earlier today; the events of which hadn't been much help in quenching your mounting feelings. It had been a lovely day, the sun was beating down and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Eddie and your father had teamed up to do some of the yard work. Eddie was always on hand to help with any manual labour, or to fix things. He was really very good with those hands. 

Well, it was a beautiful day, so sunbathing seemed perfectly acceptable behaviour, and not an excuse to be in the yard at all. Nuh uh. You'd headed outside in your skimpy red bikini, book in hand, and laid on a lounger keeping one eye on Eddie. 

God, he'd looked particularly good today. His hair was grasped in a messy bun with a shock of grey and white visible through it. His stubble looked a few days old, peppering his chin and sharp jaw. Those eyes of his sparkled, a deep chocolate brown you wanted to dive into. Jeans clung to his muscular thighs, only wearing an old wife beater on top, showing off his tattoos and chiselled arms. There was a brief moment when he'd lifted up his vest to use it to wipe the sweat from his brow. Abs had gleamed in the midday sun, flexing and taunting you on purpose, or at least it had felt that way. 

When your father had gone inside to grab them both a beer, Eddie had sauntered over to you and crouched right by your lounger. You had done everything you could to keep your face neutral, even though your head was screaming and flinging its metaphorical hands in the air. 

"Hey sweetheart." 

The gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine. 

"Hey Mr Munson." You responded, trying to keep your eyes on your book. 

"How many times I gotta tell ya? Call me Eddie." 

You glanced over and saw a slow grin creeping across his face, as he eyed you up and down. Is he checking me out? 

Tearing his eyes away, he spoke again. 

"So, where's the little boyfriend today?" 

"What? Oh, him. We broke up. He was… selfish" you reminded yourself of all those disappointing encounters, flicking through your mind like a magazine of the mundane.

His grin widened at that. 

"Oh, that's such a shame." 

He sounded so sincere, but that smile of his was certainly telling a different story. You found yourself looking at the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned. Probably thought he wasn't good enough for me, just like father said. 

It was like he'd read your mind. 

"He wasn't good enough for you anyway." 

"You think?" 

He'd leaned into you, as if telling a secret. You could smell him, lingering sweat, aftershave and cigarettes. Drawn to him, you'd sat up and moved a little closer. His words were a whisper in your ear, his hot breath on your neck making your heart beat just a little too fast.  

"What you need is a real man." 

Mouth falling open, you snapped your head to face him. A quick wink and he was back on his feet, smiling at your father who had just returned from the kitchen. He had walked off without a glance back. 

You press your clit harder at the memory of his words, your other hand snaking its way into your top to tease at your hardened nipple. A real man. 

Was he talking about himself? Or had he just been teasing you for your taste in boys? Either way, his words had made you wet, your thighs clinging together in supplication. 

Fuck it. If he was on your mind you may as well lean into it. Your thoughts wandered, making up scenarios in your head, thinking of those thick fingers replacing yours. Your speed on your clit doubles, thighs squeezing together. It still wasn't enough. There wasn't enough pressure. 

Pulling your hand away in a huff, your eyes land on a cushion on your bed. Hmm, now that just might do. 

Clambering to your bare knees, you straddle it, positioning the seam to sit just where you needed it. 

Now, this was better. You could almost imagine him underneath you as you humped at his impressive length. You assume he had a huge cock. Well, he did in your fantasies anyway. Pulling your top off and away, you tease at your sensitive nipples, one hand keeping the cushion in place. 

So close, you were so close. The warm feeling was pooling in your belly, your clit humming with desire. Scrunching your eyes shut and whimpering, a particularly good rub had you moaning out "Eddie!" 

Unfortunately, you had failed to hear the approaching footsteps. 

"Yeah sweetheart?" 

Frozen, you can only watch in abject horror as your bedroom door swings open and the object of your fantasies is standing in the door frame. 

"Oh shit, I thought- did you just say my name?" He seems split between looking away and getting an eyeful. 

Grasping the bed sheet you quickly cover up your bare chest, cheeks burning scarlet. 

"Sorry." He adds, looking you up and down one last time, and finally swings the door shut. 

Well that's it, now I need to move to a different state. Fuck fuck fuck. 

"Hey, honey, come hear a sec!" Your mother's voice, ringing up the stairs. Trying to get the blood to diffuse from your cheeks with sheer force of will, you hastily scramble to put your top back on. 

"Coming!" You shout back. Well, you nearly had. So fucking close. 

Making your way downstairs past the bathroom you see your parents arm in arm, Eddie spread out on one of the bar stools in the kitchen. Practically feeling his grin from here, you focus on your parents. 

"We're going out to dinner hon. Mr Munson here, well he was going to have a look at the cable. I can't get the damn thing to work. Sure you don't mind Eddie? Ain't you got somewhere else to be?" Your father looks towards Eddie with his question. 

"Nope. Completely free. I'm sure I can fix it." 

"Thanks buddy, you're a lifesaver. Hon, can you look after him? Make sure to give Mr Munson anything he needs." 

Cheeks flaring again with heat, you mumble out your agreement. 

"Thanks sweetie!" Your mother adds, planting a peck on your cheek. Then, they leave. It's just you and Eddie. 

He begins to walk towards you. The walls suddenly seem too close, your skin itchy, hairs standing on end. He stops in front of you, too close for comfort. A rough hand reaches to you and you flinch. He quickly pulls it away. 

"Well, better fix the cable." He smiles at you, and turns on his heel to the TV room, leaving you staring at his retreating ass as he leaves. 

Maybe he's not going to mention it? 

The thought seems too good to be true. You turn to leave, back the way you came, but a strange force is pulling at your gut. Pretty soon you're standing in the door frame of the TV room, staring at Eddie's ass as he bends to look at the cable box.

Fuck, that perfect ass.

He must have changed from earlier. Maybe he'd had a shower? He certainly smelled good. Staring at his back you notice his hair looked damp. 

OK, so, ignore what happened. Eddie seemed to be. Act natural. Be a good host. 

"Eddie, do you want a beer?" 

He doesn't bother looking back, but you hear his deep voice say, "sure thing sweetheart." 

Making your way back to the kitchen, you grab a beer for him and one for yourself, to steady your nerves. 

Placing it on the coffee table, you let him know it's behind him, as you swig your own. 

"Could you come down here sweetheart? I need a hand." 

You fall to your knees beside him. 

"Show me your hands?" 

Confused, you hold your palms up. 

"Perfect, tiny hands. Here." And he grasps one, swallowing it up in his large palm. The skin on skin contact is a shock to your system. 

He pulls your arm gently. 

"There's a cable right there, can you reach that?" 

Sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, you extend your arm, reaching into the gap he couldn't quite hit. 

"Got it." 

"That's it. Good girl." You suck in a sudden breath at his words, warmth simmering in your core. Eddie doesn't seem to notice. 

He's adjusting some other cable, moving the network box to a better position as you stare at the veins in his neck. 

"So, did you finish?" 

"Huh?" Confusion floods your face as you scrunch your eyes at his words. 

"Earlier, when I walked in. Did you finish?" 

Your mouth hangs open. He mentioned it so nonchalantly, not even gaining eye contact. You're so shocked that you answer him without thinking about it. 

"N-no." 

"Shame." 

What sort of alternative reality is this? 

"OK, can you feel my hand? Give me that cable." 

You pass it to him wordlessly, fingers brushing his ever so slightly. 

"There. Should be fine now. Try the remote."

Turning the TV on, it does indeed work. You switch it off as Eddie sits back on his heels. 

"It just wasn't wired correctly. Easy mistake to make. So, you need a hand?" 

"Huh?" You sound out doltishly as he swigs his beer. 

"Seemed like you could do with some help earlier is all." 

Swallowing hard at his words, you feel your thighs clench and your heart race. 

"Eddie, what are you saying, exactly?" Words spilling out a lot calmer than you felt. 

"All I'm saying is, you looked like you could use some help. I reckon I could help you out. A lot more than a cushion, anyway." He says, a slow smile spreading over his face making your knees want to melt.

You stare and stare, momentarily lost for words. 

"Come on sweetheart, there's a reason why you were moaning my name. We need to get whatever this is out of our system. " 

You will your legs to move, to flee. They don't. They have their own agenda it seems, taking a shaky step towards him, and another. He's still kneeling on the floor, a slight smirk pulling at his face as if he has all the time in the world. 

Your knees do buckle then, under the weight of his words, as you mirror his position. There's a slight gap between you, but you're closer than you think you ever have been. The air between you seems to hum with desire, an electric current buzzing back and forth. 

Reaching out with hesitant fingers, you finally close the distance, resting your hand softly on his knee. 

"I'm- I'm sorry that I, erm, said your name, it's so damn embarrassing-" 

"Don't be sorry," he responds, his giant hand coming to rest over yours sending your pulse into overdrive, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." 

"Really?" You can't help the disbelief dripping all over your tone. 

"You're kidding right? I've been fuckin' hard for the last hour, I'm sure it's not healthy." 

You giggle into your hand at his confession and move to look down, but his hand is on your jaw then, pulling your chin up. 

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you know. We can just forget all this and I'll leave." 

His stare is firm and sincere, but there's an undercurrent of need behind those eyes, one that's making the pulse between your legs hammer out a tattoo on your insides. 

Before it even registers in your head, you're the one pushing toward him, drawn in by that stare. Your lips are crushing against his when you realise you had taken the leap and kissed him. Eddie's hand presses into the small of your back, pushing you bodily against him, the other snaking into your hair. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue begins to slide against yours. Never had a kiss felt so good, so sordid. You wrap your arms around his middle to steady yourself as he explores your mouth greedily. 

A slam of a car door snaps you back to reality; pushing your body off him hurriedly you look around with wild eyes. 

"Hey, sweetheart, it's OK. It's not them, it's too early for that." 

You stop and listen, and realise he's right. 

"Sorry." 

"Hey, it's OK." He smiles, flooding your tummy with warmth. 

"You wanna go and get comfortable, sweets? We can, well, just this once."

You nod and stand up wordlessly, leading him to your bedroom. Your pace is slow and measured as you walk up the stairs, belying the running commentary in your head. 

Oh fuck, I can't believe this is happening. This is Mr Munson for fucks sake. Dad would absolutely freak. Oh fuck. 

As you're closing the door, he's kicking his shoes off and sitting up on your bed. His rough demeanour and chiselled physique look so out of place, juxtaposed by the sweet pink bedclothes. 

"Come here sweetheart, right here." He says, patting his lap. You move over to him, trying to work out exactly where he wants you. 

"Knees either side, come on baby, I know you know how to straddle." His smile is dipped in sin, biting his lower lip slightly and flashing his teeth. You take a shaky breath and mount him, your thin sleep shorts barely covering your expectant pussy. 

"Can you, um, take your jeans off?" You ask hesitantly, "I wanna feel you." 

"Whatever you want baby, I'm here to help." 

You sit awkwardly to one side as he wiggles his jeans off those perfect hips, giving you a teasing sliver of his lower abdomen to gawp at before he's gripping your hips forcefully and pushing your core down against his solid bulge. 

"Hmm, nearly perfect," he says, giving you an appraising look. 

"What's not right?" You feel your cheeks blush, waiting for him to point out some flaws you have. 

"Well, I'm sure when I walked in earlier with you in this position you were topless." 

An impossible amount of blood flushes your face, chest, neck. Eddie's thumbs trace calming circles into the flesh of your hips, catching the hem of your top and slipping just beneath. 

Lifting your top up hesitantly, you move your arms up and away, discarding the clothing on the floor of your room. 

Eddie's eyes are fixated on your nude breasts, letting out a slow breath. He holds your hips harder, fingers bruising into you. 

"There. Perfect. You are perfect sweetheart. Such a good girl for me." 

It's deeply pathetic, the noise that escapes your lips at his praise, but it serves to break the spell Eddie is under and forces him to look at your rosy cheeks and pouting lips. 

"Fuck, you like that sweetheart?" He asks, large hands clinging to your hips, starting to grind you back and forth. His breathing is laboured, as if he's trying to hold himself together.

"Yeah." You say back, voice small, hiding under his studious gaze. 

"Don't go all shy on me now baby. This good, yeah?" 

You nod, mewling at the sensation. He's rock hard, and just the feel of his solid dick rubbing back and forth, hitting your swollen clit with each pass has your head spinning. Just two layers, two layers of flimsy fabric lay between him and you. Between him entering you. 

"Talk to me sweetheart. What do you need?" 

His eyes are searching yours, so eager to make you happy. 

"Please, please play with my nipples." 

A rough hum rumbles from his throat, hands creeping up to your chest. 

"So polite. Whatever you need sweetheart." 

Taking over grinding over his member, you feel your skin thrumming, heat bubbling in your gut as his hands begin to trace over your curves. His thumbs graze the underside of your tits with confident movements. Expecting him to start pinching at your nipples, it takes you entirely by surprise when he leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking hard. 

Whimpering quietly, you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to be quiet. It's like Eddie can read your fucking mind. Unlatching from your nipple, he grabs your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

"I told you. Don't be shy. It's just you and me here. I want to hear you. Every whimper, every fucking moan. I'm committing this to memory, so make it a good one." 

A watery grin unfurls over your face, eyes tearing up unexpectedly. 

"OK Eddie." 

"Good fucking girl." 

"Oh God-"

Before you're done moaning at his words, his lips are immersing your nipple again, wet and warm and rough; as he pinches the other with hardened skin fingertips. A thick tongue darts out, flicking back and forth over the hardened nub. 

"Oh Eddie, oh fuck!" Your moans are loud and unashamed, your hips frantically humping over his turgid cock, clit swollen, nearing on sore.

His breath diffuses over the sensitive skin of your breast. 

"See that's it baby, I know, I know. Keep going, use me." 

Chasing your release your movements become almost violent, hands grasping onto his wavy locks and tugging hard. He groans at that, almost a growl. Teeth scraping your aching nipple, he unlatches with a wet pop and instead bites into the joining spot between your neck and shoulder harder than anyone had done before. The act was bordering on feral. An animalistic gesture, sucking on your flesh as if he was sucking the orgasm out of you. 

It was working. The low simmering in your gut had bubbled over, threatening to pull you under into the deep depths of pleasure. You let it, screaming out his name as you lost breath, quickly losing yourself in the gaping depths of your release. 

Slowing your frantic rocking movements, you finally slow to a halt.

"Feel better sweetheart?" 

You hum, fingers tracing over the muscles of his toned arms. Your pussy hasn't gotten the message however, clenching around nothing. Your walls are pulsing, wanting to clench onto something, anything. 

"Yeah I'm good." 

"Don't lie to me." 

Gasping at his hard words, you look into his eyes. 

"If you're done I'll leave-" 

"No!" You shout, gripping him harshly,

fingernails embedding into his skin. This can't be over, not yet.

"See?" He laughs, almost mocking you, "if you need more, say so. I want to help you. What do you need?"

"I-" fuck why is this so difficult? "I need, I need something inside me." 

"See? Was that so hard? You want my fingers baby? I'll make you come, as many times as you need." 

You nod enthusiastically, slipping off his lap. He turns you to the side suddenly so your legs are draped over his. Firm, smooth strokes rub up, up, up your thighs making you quiver. 

"Take these shorts off. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours." 

Wiggling out of them, they land on the floor in a heap. 

"Fuck. Spread your legs a little." 

It isn't in you not to comply. Your knees fall open, entirely exposed. 

"Well, look at you. Fucking perfect." A rough hand slots between your legs, two fingers rubbing the length of your pussy. 

Leaning back on your hands, your back arches into his touch, hips moving upwards to meet each stroke. 

"You really want this? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" His movements are tantalising and slow. Your body begs for more, more. 

Nodding at him, you soon see it's not enough. 

"Use your words sweetheart." Fingers whisper across forbidden skin, circling around but never touching your clit. 

"Oh God please, please I need you, please fill me up!" All modesty forgotten.

"Fuck, yeah that's it, hmm" you feel his fingers swipe your wet lips, about to go deeper. Leaning forward, he angles his head towards your cunt, and spits, hard.

Holy fucking fuck. 

That act had you clenching all over again, rocking into nothing. 

"Oh she likes that! Dirty girl." 

He smiles his approval and gathers your combined wetness, two fingers diving deep inside you. It's aggressive and rough and entirely what you've been craving. 

"This what you wanted baby? My fingers filling you up? Fucking into your cunt?" 

His words are filthy, switching something inside your head you weren't aware of until just now.

"Yeah, fuck please, stretch me out, I fucking need you baby, please please please!" 

Your tiny hands are gripping onto him, desperately seeking him, digging into skin and flesh. 

"Oh you are so hot. Keep begging, I like it." His salacious grin pours over his features, fingers working you roughly, nestling into a spot inside that had your toes curling. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, as his other hand slaps harshly against your thigh. 

"I said beg." 

His ministrations start to slow. 

"No, don't stop! Please, oh fuck please, I need to fucking come Eddie!" Your eyes seeking his with a desperate gleam, toying with your features. 

"Yeah, that's it sweetheart, fuck," and his hand lands a hard smack against the side of your ass making you shriek. 

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" His fingers continue, setting a brutal pace, each stroke reaching your g spot pathetically easily.

"Yeah, oh yes, for you I am." 

A thick tongue runs up the side of your neck, pushing his fingers harder, deeper. 

"Oh Eddie I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, don't stop!" 

"Not stopping, not even if you paid me. Come for me sweetheart." 

Your hips betray you, rubbing against his fingers as hard as they can, desperately seeking your second release. 

They don't have long to look. Suddenly it bursts around you, popping in your head like a firecracker of feeling, pulsing out of you in waves. Your fingers wind into his hair once again as your orgasm floods your system, hands almost frightened of being swept away. 

You knew he was good with his hands but fuck, his words were something else. 

"Oh my God that was incredible." You stutter out, legs still trembling. 

"I aim to please. You good now baby?" His fingers whispering over your arm, catching your nerves, making quivers run over and over you. 

If I'm good, he's gonna leave, and that will be it. Fuck, just don't want it to be over. 

"No. I need you to fuck me. Just this once. Please. I- I need you to cum inside me."

"Shit sweetheart, you want my fuckin' cock? How could I refuse such a sweet good girl." 

Laying you down against your many pillows, he stands, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. 

Oh fuck, just look at his cock. 

It's swollen, throbbing against his slickened pubic hair, wetted by your own juices. Licking your lips impulsively, you spread your legs wide, wanting to guide his hips between yours.

"Fuck that's a pretty dick. So fucking big." 

He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow. 

Oh fuck you just said that out loud. 

"Yeah? You want it? You want me?" 

He's smiling, stroking at his throbbing length, making an emotion akin to jealousness bloom in your chest. 

"I need you Eddie." 

He climbs between your thighs again, letting another glob of spit fly from those perfect lips of his. 

"Oh!" You moan eagerly, writhing beneath him.

"You are perfect, aren't you? Fucking filthy and ready for me." The head of his swollen member nudges your soft opening. 

"I'm on birth control, please just fill me up." 

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me bust if you keep on like that." The words are admonishing, but he sounds impressed. 

His weight dips onto the mattress between your legs, making it sink dramatically. You grab his relatively narrow hips, your slender fingers forcing his body between yours. You need him inside you, now.

The fat, leaking head of his cock rubs against your intumescent lips. 

"Fuck me Eddie, I need you, please fuck me!" You blabber, fingers flexing hard against his hard muscles. 

The mushroom head of his turgid cock pushes against your sodden opening. It breaches you then, forcing its way into your soaking lips. 

Pushing harder and harder into your deepest depths, you whimper, walls quivering around his fat length. 

"Eddie, oh God Eddie!" Your moans are unrestrained and throaty, him rubbing against the spot that makes you wobble inside. 

"You wanna come again? So fucking greedy sweetheart." You expect those words to have bite to them, but he's grinning, forehead nearly touching yours as he hikes your legs around his middle. 

You hump at him recklessly, hips thrusting against his waist as hard as you can. 

 "Oh my fucking God, fuck!!" 

You release hard, wetness squirting over Eddie's imposing length as you moan hard and loud. 

"Hey honey, we're home!" 

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. 

Your eyes flick wildly to Eddie. It doesn't help that he seems amused, chuckling a silent laugh into your skin. 

"I've, I've gone to bed, see you in the morning!" You cry out desperately, hoping to heaven, or hell, that they listen. 

"Eddie fix the cable?" You hear your mom call out up the stairway. 

"Yeah he's, he's really good with his hands!" You shout back, Eddie's body shaking with silent laughter over you, the arms caging your head trembling with barely contained amusement. 

"Great news, night honey!" 

You grip Eddie's shoulders as hard as you can as you listen for the minute changes in air. There it is, mother and father both going to bed. 

"Fuck that was close." You huff, releasing your titanesque grip on his shoulders. 

"But I'm not done sweetheart." 

He thrusts hard and deep against you, his impressive member rubbing against that sweet spot yet again.

"Eddie, you can't, fuck-"

"Oh I can. You just need to shut up." He grins quietly, holding your body close to his. 

"Oh Eddie, oh-" 

"Shhh, fuck sweetheart, shut the fuck up." He whispers urgently into the skin of your neck. Your mouth forms a perfect 'o', wiggling against him ardently. 

He releases his cum into you with a hard, shuddering thrust, throbbing and throbbing out of him. It pumps inside you, pushing you to the edge of coming yet again.

Eddie knows. 

Grinning wickedly, he latches his teeth to your nipple again and sucks hard. Moments later you feel your release explode from your core, dampening your bed sheets in the process. 

Thrumming against him, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, you manage to coax your breathing to a normal level. 

"I hope that's everything you wanted sweetheart, 'cause it aint happening again." 

Before you can protest, Eddie is leaving the warmth between your thighs and aiming for the window, so no one suspects what just happened between you two. A few sure movements and he disappears, however reluctantly, into the night. Leaving you huffing, and panting, and wanting. 

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Bloody Ben 🤝 Eddie ‘freak’ Munson

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Dark Waters

Knight!Eddie X Princess!Elf!Reader

Word Count : 1.8k

(creds to owners)

Warnings : not proofread, cursing, sirens, drowning, knives, swords, death of minor characters, eddie is called Edward, use of Y/N

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“You know we’re not supposed to be this far outside the castles walls!” Robin exclaimed, hurrying after you. “Robin come on! I just want to explore, I can’t stand all of the talk of my brother coronation, my mother just talks about marrying me off now!”

“Well would marriage be such a bad thing?”

You paused in your tracks to look at your friend, she nodded, “Pretend I didn’t say that.”

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you continued through down the path. Removing the hood of your cloak from your head, sighed as the sun warmed your face.

Robin linked her arm with yours, walking side by side, no worries about would may see you, you were outside the city now.

The emerald leaves of the woods shone under the daylight, “Maybe we should head back?” Robin said.

“Me and my father always walked this path when I was small, come on Robin we’ll be quick.”

Beams of sun shone through the branches, illuminating the multi coloured flowers, small animals ran across the path, faeries flew past with their tingling bell sound.

The forest was alive with springtime. Your own gown seemed to be brighter in colour, the periwinkle of yours and royal blue of robins.

Your hair was also more alive, the small braids throughout, shining with pretty gems, similarly to your sharp pointed ears showing who you really were.

“Did you hear that?” Robin asked suddenly.

“Hear what?” She paused for a moment, turning her head to listen for the mysterious sound.

“That!” The shorter haired girl exclaimed.

“Robin, I really can’t hear anything,” you really did try to hear whatever it was, but soon enough Robin was dragging you down the winding path.

“Robs wait! she was moving at an ungodly pace, something you’d never seen from her, almost like magic. It wasn’t unusual sure, but this was a different kind of magic.

Pulling your arm from her grip, you grabbed Robins shoulders forcing her to meet your gaze. “What can you hear?”

“Singing!”

“Singing?”

“Yes it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” Robin continued to push against your hold, walking towards whatever singing she heard.

Letting her go you followed behind, trying to figure out what was going on. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted someone else. No, many other people.

The were all walking in the same direction as your and Robin. “Robin, we have to go,” you tugged at her sleeve, trying to drag her back, she was now stepping off of the path.

“I need to find out whose voice that is, it’s beautiful.” Your head flooded with thoughts, what was it? Who was it?

Then you saw it, the waters edge. “Sirens,” you whispered. You could see their tails glistening as they swam closer, hands with webbed fingers, arriving at the waterside.

“Robin come away,” you pulled at her arm, but the girl yanked away from your grip, making you stumble.

A red haired woman emerged from the water, pushing herself up on the bank.

“Hello,” she purred.

“H-Hi,” Robin smiled.

“What’s your name?”

“Robin.”

“Come with me Robin.”

Her webbed fingers came out of the water, hand reaching towards Robins. Your friend took it softly, letting the woman pull her closer to the waters edge.

Pushing yourself up, you reached out for Robin, “No!” you screamed as Robin was pulled into the water. Jumping in after her you kicked at the beast, grabbing onto Robin.

The siren hissed at you, bearing her teeth. Pushing Robin up towards the surface, you began to swim up after her, but a hand gripped onto your ankle.

Hearing a calling sound, more and more sirens swam towards you, some holding onto men and women and those inbetween.

With panic you kicked at the siren with fire red hair, hoping to get free, but as more and more air left your lungs your kicks got weaker.

Slowly feeling yourself go limp, you felt more webbed hands grab hold of you, pulling you down into the depths.

Your eyes fell closed as the remaining breath left you.

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“Help! Someone please help me!” Robin called out to anyone who was near. Hooves came towards her, two faces she recognised from passing days.

“Thank goodness.”

“Miss Robin, what’s happened?” The man with shorter hair asked, taking in the woman’s panicked appearance. Dress and hair soaked from water.

“The princess … there were sirens … she saved me … but they … they …” the man with longer hair climbed from the horse.

“Breathe, what happened?” he asked.

“They pulled her down,” Robin sobbed, covering her face. “Steve wait here with Miss Robin.”

The man removed his heavy layer of armour with ease and speed, throwing himself into the water. The murky depths were hard to see through, but the commotion was unmissable.

Swimming towards the group of sirens, he spotted you, seeing them drag you towards their cave, he knew once you reached that point you were gone.

Pushing himself through the water, his curls came loose from how they’d been sat at the base of his neck. Swimming deeper and deeper, he heard a screech of warning from a siren.

“A knight!” One screamed. Drawing his sword, he slashed at a beast, drawing blood. Once that occurred, the sirens let you go, swarming the knight.

Your body fell down, close to the floor of the water. Swinging for the sirens, he cut many of them, ending the lives of others.

They grabbed him, but as he cut the neck of one final siren, one screamed,”Retreat!”

They grabbed the body of those who had passed and swam towards the cave. The knight felt his lungs burn, as he swam deeper for you.

Pulling your body, he went towards the light, the surface. On the bank, Steve’s arm was around Robin, rubbing her side to keep her warm. “Have you got her?!” The woman cried.

“Yes,” the knight coughed, water leaving his lungs, as he gasped a breath. Pulling you on the bank, he panicked as he noticed the lack of movement in your chest.

“No!” Robin sobbed, pulling towards you, but the knight shouted, “Keep her back!” Steve grabbed her waist holding her in place, trying to comfort her.

Pulling the outer layer of your dress off, he was met with a corset, “Shit!” he sighed, pulling a knife from the holster on his leg.

Slicing the ribbons from the corset, he yanked it off your chest, staring to press his hand in a rhythm against it.

He held your nose, blowing into your mouth, “Come on, wake up!” He spoke through gritted teeth. “One! Two! Three!” He kept pressing against your chest.

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“One! Two! Three! Come on!” A voice spoke. Feeling air come back to you, you coughed loudly, water coming up. Gasping, you held your hand to your chest, hearing a laugh of joy.

“Oh thank god.” Robin. That was Robin.

“Robs?”

“I’m here,” the girl sat next to you, wrapping you in a hug. “Oh thank goodness.”

“Thank you so much,” Robin said to the knight. Looking up at the man, you couldn’t be more thankful. “You saved me.”

“I did what anyone would your Highness.”

Letting Robin help you to your feet, you couldn’t even be embarrassed at the lack of garments. The knight walked to his horse, pulling a cloak off and wrapping it around your shoulders.

“What’s your name sir.”

“Edward.”

“Thank you Edward, you saved my life. I must repay you.”

“I need nothing your Highness, just allow me and my colleague to help you and your friend home safely.”

“Thank you.” Letting the knight help you onto his horse, he climbed up behind, Robin and the other man doing the same thing. You may your way back into the town and up to the castle.

He made sure to keep his hands in a respectful position, keeping you steady on the horse.

“Open the gates for the Princess, the man behind your called. The gates opened, men and women ran towards you, including your mother.

“Darling!” she called.

“Mother,” you smiled. The man, Edward, jumped off the horse, holding out his hand to help you down. “What happened?” your mother asked.

“Sirens in the lake, one grabbed me, but this kind Knight, Edward,” you smiled at the curly haired man, “He saved me mother.”

“Is this true?” she asked Robin and Edward, “Yes your majesty,” they both said.

“Thank you, you saved my girl.” She squeezed your hand, “Come let’s get you all clean and dry.”

Your mother led you all into the castle, “Thank you your Majesty, but we must be heading to the Knights quarters to clean up,” The other man said.

“Yes of course, what is your name sir?” Your mother asked. “Steve,” he spoke softly.

“I owe you my thanks also, Steve. Me and my husband shall call for you both, do not be alarmed, it shall be as a reward.”

“There’s no need-“ Edward started, but your mother held her hand up. “Sir, you saved my daughter, I cannot thank you enough, she is .. she is the light of my life.”

“Of course your majesty, my heart is to you and this kingdom, including your daughter.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, his eyes met yours. “Mother, may I speak to Edward alone?”

“You may, I shall wait in your bedchambers, be quick my darling,” she squeezed your cheek and ushered Robin away. Steve bowed and may his way to his own space.

“Your highness?” Edward asked.

“I just wanted to thank you again Sir. You saved me.”

“It was nothing, it is my job.”

“I cannot thank you enough for it.”

“No thanks is needed.”

“It is, please meet with my mother and father.”

“I shall your highne-“ you cut him off.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N, no your highness needed.”

“That is not proper your highness i mustn’t.”

“You must, I order it,” you smiled at him, making the corner of his mouth rise. “Well Miss Y/N, please stay away from the lake without a proper escort.”

“Of course, may I call upon you on my next stroll then?”

“Yes your high- Y/N,” he bowed his head.

“Well I must go, and you must be freezing yourself Edward.”

“Eddie.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Edward makes me feel old, so Eddie.”

“Eddie,” you smiled, “Well I shall be seeing you soon I’m sure.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” he bowed. Walking towards him, you stood on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good day Eddie.”

“Good day Y/N.” He smiled as he watched you go, disappearing down the hall, his cloak still wrapped around you.

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Full House llll -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Merry Christmas Pookies! Today I am blessing you with not one but TWO NEW FULL HOUSE CHAPTERS! Because I love you guys so so much.

Word Count: 10,668

Warnings: Semi Smut. Cheesy engagement here folks.

Part one HERE .... Part Two HERE.... Part Three HERE

(Thank you for the gif @thehumming6irdwrites )

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“Edward! Edwardedwardedward-“ That seemed to be the only thing you could manage to say, hand clutched into his own so hard that he could feel the bones crack under the skin. 

He can do nothing but watch in amazement as you push, and push and push and he thinks that you look so angelic. 

The nurses keep cheering you on, handing you ice chips here and there as he swipes your hair out of your eyes to try and help. 

“You’re doing so great. You’re almost there, give us another push.” The nurse mumbles as the doctor keeps busy trying to help you. 

“You’re so fucking metal.” Eddie smiles, letting you squeeze his hand. “So metal.” 

You cry out, and then there is one. He cries, the newborn baby cries, you sob. Eddie doesn’t know whether to follow the nurses with his kid or to keep with you and support you. 

He is answered when you shove him lightly. “Go.” 

And he does, heart beating through his throat as he walks up to where they are holding the baby. 

He doesn’t like how aggressive the nurses are being, and he wants them to lighten their touches but at the same time he understood that they knew what they are doing. 

The baby sobs as they press him to the scale, and Eddie can’t help but say something. “Take it easy on him, man. He’s new to the world.” 

And he hears you laugh before you cry out. It was all a flurry, they brought the first one back and replaced him with the second. You held the first, hospital dress moved down so the baby can get skin to skin contact to calm him down. 

Then the second baby comes back and you grab him as well, letting both calm down in your presence as Eddie gulps and watches. 

They were here. Holy shit these were tiny humans. He helped make these things. 

He leans a little closer to look at them as tears roll down your eyes and he leans to touch one of their cheeks gently. “Hey buddies.”

“Got any names mom and dad?” The nurse asks, holding a clipboard. Eddie could barely tear his eyes away. 

You look at him with wide eyes. “Eddie?” 

“No no. I’m not the one that just shoved them out my cooch. You name them.” 

“Even if I name one of them Arnold?” 

“I’ll find nicknames.” He mumbles, hands shaking as you try to hand him a bundle. “Welcome to the world rockstar.” 

-

“Sorry! Sorry!” He winces as the car hits a pothole. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You laugh, laying against the window and keeping your lower half comfortable as he drives home, the new twins buckled safely in the backseat. 

“I keep hitting all the bumps and holes.” He sighs, casting an eye to you. “I don’t want to bother the boys and I don’t want you being in pain.” 

“Those car seats are comfortable.” You sigh. “And I can’t feel my lower half so-“ 

“The drugs that  good?” 

“Yeah. And the fact that woman have enough pain tolerance that the chemicals in their body made the memory seem more sweet the painful so that they might want to do it again.” You murmur, watching as he flinches while hitting another bump and looking nervously to the babies in the back. 

“Women are metal man.” 

“You know you have to move faster than 10 miles an hour right?” You tease. 

“I’m trying. I’m a bit nervous.” He blushes, shaking his head. 

-

“Oh…..” is all you can mumble, your legs tucked under your sweater as you sat curled up on the couch, your chin on the tops of your knees and your eyes so wide as you stare at the screen in front of you. 

Eddie hears you, shuffling out slowly to come see what had grabbed your attention so closely, trying his best to peer at the screen without bothering you. When he realizes he can’t see he just gives up and shuffles to sit by you, melting into the couch as you immediately melt into him. 

With your head on his chest he takes advantage and rubs your back comfortably, eyes watching the screen to try and gather what you were watching. “Are you watching the news?” 

“No. No. It’s a court case special by this like, true crime channel.” You murmur, not blinking. “I cannot believe what is going on-“ 

“Explain.” He smiles, ready to hear all about it. 

“It’s so nasty.” You whisper back, still not blinking. Eddie gets caught between 2 emotions, thinking you're adorable and also being a little worried for your sanity right now. 

He chooses the ladder, leaning to kiss you softly as his hand grabs the remote and turns off the tv. “It’s bedtime.” 

“What?! No!” You gasp, leaning to snatch the remote but he chucks it to the other side of the couch and pulls you closer. 

“Baby… we gotta sleep.” He whispers again. “The twins aren’t gonna be asleep forever. Take our chance now.” 

You whine, letting Eddie pull you to stand up as he does a concerned once over of your body to make sure you were okay. “Do you need your diapers?” 

“I will shank you.” You warn, blushing at the thought of the diapers you have been wearing since labor. “I know where you sleep.” 

“Oh don’t I know it. You give the the sexiest view every night.” 

“If you make another breastfeeding joke I’m leaving and never returning.” You tease, making him laugh as he follows you through the kitchen and shuffling down the steps with his hand laced in your own. 

You both have already gotten quite skilled at getting ready for bed in silence and little light since both the boys’ cribs were in the room. 

He makes quick work of getting out of his clothes and into boxers, moving to the dresser and removing all his rings as he watches your figure through the mirror. It was his favorite thing to do, watch you when you’re not paying attention. 

He watches as you take off your earrings and get into one of his shorts for the night before grabbing both your cups and using the bathroom sink to fill them up just in case either of you would need them. 

By the time you both get into the sheets you are already passed out, cuddled into him to keep some warmth. 

- 

Neither of you realize that you had left the tv on that channel. And neither of you had realized that Motley had begun sneaking out of her room to watch cartoons since you guys had moved downstairs and could not hear the tv from your room now. 

Within the next hour she manages to watch the entire special, getting more scared out of her mind as it goes and finally it breaks. Screaming and crying as Motley runs down the steps, slipping in the dark and falling down half the steps which makes Eddie snap awake hearing a kid fall. 

“Shit.” He curses, launching from the bed quickly as you wake up at the screaming, and right on cue there are two newborn screeches filling the air. 

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Motley screams, and you struggle to find a light in the panic and when you finally do you find your daughter absolutely sobbing with a purple face. 

“Breathe. Breathe baby- EDDIE BLOW IN HER FACE!” You panic, moving to help as Eddie hurriedly blows in her face as hard as he can. She doesn’t, her face just gets worse before Eddie is rushing her into the bathroom, reaching a panicked hand out for the shower and setting it as cold as it will go before he hauls her in with him.  

He makes sure that her face and chest are being hit by the water which forces her to breathe. 

“Ohthankjesus-“ Eddie gasps out, finally breathing himself as he pulls her head to his chest and sits in the tub. “Ohmyfuckinggod.” 

You lean to turn the water from cold to warm now that she’s breathing before you bend down to kiss at her face, tears streaming down everyone’s faces as you both hug her tight. 

“What the hell?” Wayne asks from the door, eyes wide at the scene. The twins are still screaming and now there is pattering in the kitchen of Ziggys feet and Zeps paws which makes you worried she’s gonna fall too and dashing past Wayne to go grab her. 

Eddie can’t let go of Motley, hands shaking as he keeps a hold on her, not really knowing what to do. He just had to keep a hold of Motley. 

He sees Ziggy run to the bed from the doorway, climbing up before your figure makes it to the cribs to try and ease the sobs of the boys. 

“Wayne, can you hold one of the boys? I gotta-“ he’s already there , helping you by scooping Ozzy up in his arm and limping to sit with Ziggy on the bed as you scoop up Halen. 

“Motley.” Eddie whispers, moving a hand to the center of her chest to make sure she was breathing since he couldn’t see her face. A sigh of relief falls past his lips as he feels it rise and fall before he manages to pull himself together, reaching to turn the water off. She keeps quiet, keeping her hands gripped tightly on the arm he has wrapped around her as he stands up and exits the shower, carrying her into the room and moving to grab his robe quickly. 

“Go sit on the bed please.” He orders gently, kissing her head and moving to help Wayne calm Ozzy down as you sit in the corner with a blanket covering you while you breastfeed Halen. 

Tears are still springing from your eyes as you try to subtly wipe them, obviously still scared that this had all happened. 

“Who left the tv on?” Wayne asks, rubbing his hip in pain as Ziggy kept trying to convince Zeppelin to get on the bed. He must have rushed down here too quickly at all the screaming. 

“Did we…?” You croak out, swiping your cheek once more as you look at Eddie. 

“No we turned it-“ he realizes then, turning to look at Motley. “You watch something a little scary on tv?” 

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, staying burrowed in your pillows, soaking wet from the shower. 

“Sissy bad.” Ziggy murmurs, leaning to touch her cheek before Motley slaps her hand away. 

“Hey now!” Eddie warns, reaching a hand to pull them apart. “Ziggy mind your business.” 

“Shit Ziggy.” 

“No. Bad.” 

“She’s not a dog Eddie” you sigh and he gasps. 

“You don’t say?!” 

“I swear to god with you tonight!” You snap and he turns to snap back as the girls start bickering. 

Wayne breaks it all up. “HEY HEY HEY!” 

Everyone stops, taking a look to him. “Everyone needs to breathe. Okay? It’s been a rough two weeks, we are all lacking sleep. Okay? Let’s not let it get the best of us.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumble, sniffling as you lean to unlatch Halen. Eddie moves naturally, helping you switch the boys before kissing your forehead and moving to wrap Halen with his scarf so he could carry him on his chest and then he reaches for Motley. 

“Come on. Let’s go get you dry clothes.” He holds her hand as he goes up the stairs, leading her to her room, setting her on her desk chair as he finds her new pajamas. 

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmurs. 

“Do you know what you did wrong?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Are you going to do it again?” 

“No.” 

“Then this was a lesson learned and I forgive you.” He smiles, summoning her closer to help her get changed. “You fell really hard. You okay?” 

“I’m okay.” She nods. 

“It scare you more than hurt ya?” 

“Yeah.” She nods, looking down to where Halen is sleeping in the wrap. “Can people get in the house?” 

“Not without getting fucked up.” Eddie sighs. “But I’ll go check that everything is locked just in case.” 

“Swear it?” 

“Swear it.” 

He puts her to bed, tucking her in and turning on her nightlight before checking her closet and window, then moving to change the channel on the tv before turning it off. Then….. for his own sanity he does check all the exits before moving to get Ziggy. But when he goes downstairs he realizes that you already have her set up and Wayne must have gone back to bed so he gets Halen changed and back into his crib before sitting on the bed and waiting for you. 

When you get downstairs he pulls you into his lap, and you both take a moment to sob. 

-

“Ziggy. Final warning.” Eddie warns, one hand on his hip as the other is pointing a finger in her face as the girl stares up at him with a little glare of her own, stomping her foot. “What. Do. We. Say?” 

“Shit.” 

“No.” 

“Shit!” 

“No!” 

“Sorry?” 

“There it is! Now who are you gonna say sorry too?” Eddie asks, moving to the side so she can see where Dustin now sat on the couch. 

“Not him.” 

“Yes him. You were mean.” Eddie sighs. 

“Him first!” She yells, stomping her foot again. 

“He was mean first?” Eddie asks, leaning to look at Dustin. “You were mean first?” 

“Nuh uh.” Dustin denies and Eddie spots the way he casts his eyes to the lamp beside him. 

“Come here!” He yells, charging for Dustin which leads to a half assed wrestling match in the living room. 

“Not in the house boys!” You call from Motleys room where you are currently trying to clean the stain from her mattress. 

Eddie laughs, being dragged to the front yard so they can continue to wrestle. 

Ziggy and Zeppelin follow, and without realizing the dog makes it out the front door to immediately book down the street. 

“Oh shit!” Eddie sighs, pushing Dustin. “Stay with her. I’ll get him.” 

And then before he knows it Eddie is booking it down the street, chasing after the dog as the mutt barks in excitement. Then, without any context, the dog turns and starts dashing back which makes Eddie groan out. 

“Ahhhhhhh. I hate you!” He huffs, running back. When he gets there he sees you standing on the porch, covering your mouth to keep from laughing as he huffs and puffs. 

He falls to the grass, pressing his cheek into it as you finally cackle. 

“Shut up!” He laughs, flipping over to stare at the sky. “That dog is a fucker.” 

“FUCKER!” Ziggy laughs. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” 

-

Two months after the twins are born, with them sleeping peacefully in their cribs, Eddie munsons lays on top of you with his nose shoved into your abdomen as he kisses across your stomach. He is hypnotized by your light giggles and the way you flex at some of the nerves ticking you. 

He takes turns from kissing, licking a few spots to see you gasp out and he nips at his favorite spots that he knows will make you giggle. He just couldn’t stop himself. 

“I’m not getting pregnant again if that’s what you’re aiming at.” You mumble through closed eyes. “We can barely keep our eyes on the four we have.” 

“I don’t want to get you pregnant again.” He murmurs, nipping at one of your stretch marks. “I wanna play with you.” 

You laugh, moving your hand to flick his forehead before he snatches it into his own, pretending to bite at your fingers which makes you yell out in fear before you cover your mouth and he freezes. 

“If you wake the demons up before I am done with you I will never forgive you.” He whispers, smiling from ear to ear, as he crawls over you before kissing you deeply and shoving you into the pillows. 

“All of them are demons cause of you.” You tease when he pulls away to let you breathe, tugging at his hair which makes him bite his lip to hide groan. “The munson chaos curse.” 

“The Munsters.” He smiles, leaning to take your shirt off. You lean up, slipping a hand beneath his boxer band to take him into your hand and kiss him to hide the moan that falls from his lips as he starts thrusting into your hand. 

And just like that he is falling apart, still in his boxers just after 30 seconds. His eyes shut tightly and his fists raveled in your hair tightly as he shook while he came undone. 

Once he rides it out you smile, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks redden in embarrassment while he falls back to sit on his calves. Staring down at the wet patch in his boxers with such disgust. 

“I am so sorry.” He blurts, still panting from the orgasm. “Oh my god.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You giggle, leaning to kiss him quickly. Once again his hands find their way to your hair and hips, keeping you close as you take control. 

“I can’t believe I did that.” He murmurs, nose tracing your cheek. 

“I thought it was hot.” You smile. It had been awhile since you two had done anything, your last months in pregnancy spent in pain and ever since labor you obviously couldn’t. It was nice to know you still had that effect on him. 

“I….. d-do you…. Do you believe in soulmates?” He asks, tracing your collarbone with his fingers. “I think I’m the luckiest son of bitch to have found mine.” 

“Eddie…” 

“No. Let me…. Let me talk. Okay? Because I’m the luckiest man and you have given me so many great things. Far too many than I deserve. You’ve given me yourself. And you’ve let me into the lives of two of the biggest angels I have ever met and you’ve given me 2 little hell raisers.” 

“Munson.” 

“I- shit- words are getting caught on my tongue here. I would be nothing without you. When you’re not near I feel like I have this red little rope on my rib cage just pulling and pulling like it might rip my heart out and all I want is you. All I need in this life is my family. 

I was nothing but a freak for the longest time. No matter how hard I tried I was just branded that way and no one thought I was worth the time before that whole VECNA situation. And then you came in and you just, without any question, just let me in. You didn’t see me as a freak and I still wonder to god how I managed to get ya but I did and I don’t think I ever want to let go.” He rants, licking his lips before shaking his head and reaching over you to open his nightstand as you stare at him. But a gasp leaves your lips as he pulls out a ring. 

“I hadn’t planned on doing this with a cum stain on my boxers but-“ 

“Munson chaos.” You laugh, sitting up as he leans to kiss you. 

“Marry me.” He mumbles while kissing you, mourning the words with his lips on yours. 

“This is…..” 

“Disgusting?” He laughs. 

“Yes. Absolutely yes.” You laugh as well, letting him put the ring on you. 

- 

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Eddie grunts out, keeping a stern look on his face as he glares at his twin sons, hands on his hips as he tried to seem confident and sure. 

Did it work? Of course not. 

Ozzy, three months old with the same curly black hair his father had at that age, takes the apple sauce that he had scooped in his hand and lets it fly across the room as Eddie groans. Halen giggles and claps at his brothers throw and Eddie thinks back to a time where he liked using condoms as he cleans the mess, making sure to glare at his boys every once in awhile so they knew he was upset by it. Ozzy did not seem to care, Halen however seemed to take his fathers glares to heart. 

His little lip quivers as he watches Eddie which makes him sigh out and move to kiss his son on the head to ease his worries. 

“I’m back!” Ziggy calls as you usher the girls into the house, trying to bring in the bags without their help. Motley runs to see her brothers, her new favorite friends as Eddie moves to help you. 

“You buy the store?” He laughs, and you swat his shoulder easily. 

“You wanna see?” 

“Of course.” He scoffs, setting the bags on the coffee tables while Ziggy keeps running in circles around him. 

“Motley, you wanna show daddy what you got?” You call, a smile on your face. “He’s gonna love it.” 

“I am?” He asks suspiciously, watching the look on your face which tells him he probably won’t. “I won’t.” 

“Shhh!” You smile, watching your daughter snatch her bag and dash to her room quickly. 

When she comes out she is wearing a cami too and choker necklace, capri pants and sandals and Eddie shakes his head. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Nope. No. Go put another shirt on. I don’t like that.” 

“It’s a style!” She stomps her foot and he blinks. 

“Baby I’ve seen style. I’ve been style -“ you scoff at that. “And that is not it.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Who says this is style?!” 

“Britney spears!” 

“Who the fuck is he?!” He snaps and you laugh. Motley reaches into the bag, pulling out more shirts and Eddie snatches them to look through. He seems two acceptable before throwing the others to the side, then Motley hands him a pouch of very colorful rubber bands. “What the fuck?” 

Then there are tapes being shoved into his hands, no cds, all with some blonde girl on the cover. “This is Brittany Spires?” 

“Britney Spears.” 

“Is she metal?” That seemed like a dumb question but he had to ask, which led to his daughter snatching his hand and dragging him to her room so he could listen to one of the cds. 

It was the worst 30 minutes of his life, but when the songs finally ended he did his best to smile, watching as she smiled in excitement. 

“You liked it?” 

“…..yes?” He lies, nodding. “You’re still not wearing that shirt.” 

- 

“SO CALL ME!” Eddie sings, sliding down the hall in his socks with Motley over his shoulder as he dances to the music. “On the line call me call me anytime!” 

He had a wash rag hanging from his back pocket and a bandana around his hair, all set for spring cleaning as the girls ran around trying to figure out what toys they wanted to keep or give away. 

You were out shopping for a dress, which meant that Eddie had all the kids to himself and that meant ample entertainment. As much as he loves his daughters he can’t listen to another spears song so Blondie it will have to be. 

Ozzy and Halen are both sitting in their playpen. Well more of Halen is building with his little blocks and Ozzy is napping but the twins were happy so who could be mad. Ziggy, who has officially learned that she likes giraffes, is on the couch clutching her newest gift from Steve, watching a cartoon on the tv even with the loud music Eddie is playing. 

“Okay motley, I gotta clean the bathroom so stay in here.” He mumbles, setting her down before dancing down the hall to the song. Only there was no peace. 

Within minutes the girls are running in, yelling above each other as Eddie whirls from where he was cleaning the tub. 

“SHE CALLED ME THE B WORD!” Motley yells and Eddie whirls on his youngest daughter. 

“You called her a bitch?!” 

“I did not say bitch, daddy.” Ziggy shrugs, dimples showing as she pouts. 

“What did you say?” 

“She called me bad.” Motley explains and Eddie does his best not to roll his eyes. 

“Bitch.” Ziggy whispers. 

“Get away from me. Both of you. Daddy Eddie needs alone time.” He grumbles, shooing them away before rubbing his forehead. 

He hears Ziggy mumble “bitch” down the hallways and groans out, hitting his head against the wall.

-

“I’m sorry? You…. You what?” Eddie sighs, sitting next to Steve and across from Gary (Troys dad) at the annual spring festival for the elementary and middle school. 

It had been quite a struggle to get everyone out of the house today, including Wayne. The old man didn’t want to use his cane and Ziggy didn’t like her pants but didn’t want to wear a dress. The boys were….. Jesus they just don’t like anything and Motley didn’t like her hair. 

But you had managed, somehow, and Eddie swore he loved you more than anything in the world. 

Promising a candy apple to Wayne if he used the cane, finding a pair of shorts for Ziggy that she somehow didn’t turn her nose up to, bouncing Halen on your hip as you prepared breakfast and leaving Ozzy in the playpen with his little stereo since one twin craved physical affection and the other only really calmed down to music. Then you spent an hour…. Yes an hour, in the bathroom with Motley trying to figure out her new zigzag hairstyle as she threw a fit. 

But you managed to do and now Eddie sat across from the dumbest dad in the grade as he slowly sipped on a lemonade. 

Steve had found him pretty quickly into the fair, pulling him to a wooden picnic table so they could hang out while the kids ran around. Wayne went to find sugar and you followed Ziggy around to get some photos of her while Eddie kept the twins in their stroller with him. 

They had been having a nice conversation (granted Harrington is an idiot who pronounces woman’s suffrage as sufferings but same them3 right?), then Gary showed up bragging about his awesome parenting. 

“Well it was dinner time, right?” He restarts the story. 

“Got that part.” Steve says blandly. 

“And the kid wasn’t paying attention. Too caught up in that damn book. and I warned him. I fucking warned him.” 

“You warned him. Got it.” Eddie nods, trying not to snark off. 

“Well the bastard didn’t listen so I grabbed the book and just started tearing it apart.” Gary brags, imitating the way he tore the book as Steve and Eddie just continue to stare. 

“Wow.” Steve sighs. 

“Great parenting.” Eddie snarks. 

“You guys don’t get it. It’s a book about satanists.” Gary mumbles the last word, casting a quick look to Eddie. “No offense.” 

“Not even going to respond to that.” 

“Are you talking about Harry Potter?” Steve blurts, eyes widening. “Your kid is already reading Harry Potter and you ripped it up? That would mean he’s reading above grade level.” 

“You would know with your little nerd-“ before Eddie can blink Steve had reached across the table to snatch Gary’s shirt and pull him close. 

“You say one bad thing about my son and I’ll ruin your damn life. Got that?” 

“Sorry!” Gary shoots out. Eyes wide. 

Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing Gary’s cup and pouring the liquid on the dirt beneath him before throwing the plastic cup in his face. “Let’s go Munson.” 

Eddie laughs, grabbing his lemonade and turning the stroller away as Ozzy laughs loudly with his feet kicking out at the scene that just unfolded before him. Halen however couldn’t care less, too busy reaching for his dads lemonade with hungry eyes. 

“King Steve. Controlling the masses once more.” Eddie mumbles, enjoying the way Steve blushes and shakes his head. 

“I’m worried about Vinny. You know?” 

“Well yeah. I was once Vinny…. Because of you.” 

“Did I ever apologize about that?” 

“You have. I just like rubbing it in your face.” He mumbles, voice trailing off as he spots Motley, only she isn’t talking to her normal short friends, instead there is a taller adult figure shielded from view that’s talking to her. “Harrington.” 

Steve already got the stroller in his hands as Eddie dashes to Motleys side, cursing out when he sees Billy there. Of course it would be Billy. 

“You got a problem?” He snaps, walking up and pushing Motley behind him gently. 

“No problem. I saw my daughter and brought her cotton candy.” Billy mumbles, giving him a shit eating grin that makes Eddie’s stomach ache. He turns to grab the candy out of his daughters hand and throws it to the ground, whirling and walking away with her as Billy curses him out. 

“Stay where I can see you.” Eddie orders, irritated. “Go find Vinny.” 

“Vinny?” She whines. “Daddy please.” 

“Go find him. Stay close to them. Okay? I’m serious.” He snaps, kissing her forehead and pushing her off to the direction away from Billy. When he gets back to the stroller he sees Steve has given Halen full access to Eddie’s lemonade and your little mini me is chugging it from a straw. 

“He had such cute eyes.” Steve defends. “And Ozzy looked like he was gonna beat me up for his brother.” 

-

Of course Vinny was surrounded by Troy and all his friends. What else was new? 

“Vinny!” Motley calls, dashing to him. “Let’s go.” 

“Hold on Munson. We got business with Vincent.” Troy snaps, shoving Vinny harshly as the rest laugh. 

“W-why are you talking like a mob boss?” Vinny tries to fight back which just makes the others look at eachother and laugh at him. 

Daddy always says to stick up for others, and as much as Motley did not want to stick up for Vinny she wasn’t gonna let them laugh at him like that. 

“Hey! Don’t you have better things to do?!” She snaps, bursting into the circle to stand by Vinny. 

“Get lost Munson.” 

“You first Barker.” 

“Why don’t you go cry to mommy?” He teases, and all his friends make crying faces. 

“I would say the same but you’re mom is so slow it took her 9 months to make a joke.” Motley snickers, making Troys eyes widen. 

“You’re dead Munson!” He rushes to push her, but leaves his face open so Motley rolls her fist just as daddy taught her and gets him center in the face. His friend Ashton rushes next, she kicks him in his no no square and Vinny pushes him down. 

This turns into a brawl, and Motley is at the center swinging and kicking. 

By the tjme the others are all crying and running she is snatching Vinny’s jacket to pull him away. 

He snatches himself away, stomping off as she follows. 

“I didn’t need your help!” He whines. 

“Yeah you did.” 

“No! Now everyone is gonna say that I needed to be saved by a girl!” He yells, whirling on her and shoving her so hard she falls into the grass beneath them. “I hate you!” 

“I hate you more!” She screams, jumping up to push him back and before he could retaliate again Aunt Nancy is snatching his hand quickly and giving a warning glare. 

“Better think twice.” She snaps and he mumbles out an apology. 

- 

When spring break rolled around Eddie had decided that it would be fun to take the kids to the cabin that Wayne used to take him to when he first moved in with the man. 

He wanted to make their spring break special and keep it affordable and you loved the idea so you had packed swimsuits and sunscreen for days and soon enough you were all piling in the family van Eddie had borrowed from Steve. 

The back was separated into two rows, with the luggage packed to the brim in the trunk space and the girls in the backseat with the boys in the middle row.  

Zeppelin found a nice spot between the girls with his head on Ziggy's lap as he smoozed away. Motley had a book to read and Ziggy brought her giraffe. 

The boys would be entertained with their little blocks hopefully long enough to make it to the gas station otherwise you would have to go back with them. 

So the seven hour road trip started.  Eddie put in a Britney Spears cd for Motley and you tried not to laugh as how hard he was holding the wheel to try and pretend he was enjoying it. 

Then, when it was over, she wanted it again….. then again. 

The boys started crying about an hour in so he stopped and let you change them as he let Zeppelin out to go potty. He asked both girls if they needed to go and they said no. 

10 minutes later, right as he turns onto the highway, Ziggy whines that she has to really pee so he takes the next exit and you take her in to pee. 

Back on the road the rain starts up, and it’s almost like you can see the concern on his face because you mumble out “it’ll lighten up when we get there. I’m sure the sun will be out.” 

And then he feels better, so he reaches out a hand to hold as they play Britney Spears AGAIN. 

“Ew! Daddy!” Motley snaps. “Zeppelin farted on me!” 

Right on cue the dog starts whining and Eddie looks in the rear view. “Did one of you feed him something?” 

“Ziggy gave him her applesauce!” 

“Damnit….” He whispers, pulling off onto the next exit and taking Zeppelin out in the pouring rain so the dog can go potty. 

Then he gets back on the road, this time he manages to take the exit they needed and he figures it will all be smooth sailing from here. It’s just driving through the woods. 

“Daddy! Zeppelin!” Ziggy cries, so he pulls over and does it all again. 

And then, “I don’t feel good.” 

That came from Motley as she tosses her book to the side and then proceeds to puke all over her lap. 

“Shit!” Eddie snaps, pulling over as you unbuckle and rush to help her. 

You have to help her change out of her clothes, tying the infected ones in a bag and shoving them in the back as eddie uses the rain to wet a beach towel to try and clean it up. Now with one less seat and a crabby family things have to be rearranged. 

You move the twins closer to the door to give Motley a seat, which happens to be closer to a door herself in case that happens again. Ziggy is kept in the back, and Ziggy now sits on the ground. 

With everyone settled you move to get back in, soaked through to the bone as Eddie gives you one more hopeful smile that seems to say ‘it can only go up now’ and tries to start the engine. 

A sputtering sound fills the car as the tries to start the engine again, and again. 

“Let me go see what the problem is.” He sighs, getting out to pop the hood and start looking around. You wait patiently, leaning to peak around the hood to see him sighing. “I gotta get the tools.” 

So you help him unpack the back, setting the bags under the safety of the trunk door as he finds what he needs and goes back to try and fix the car. 

30 minutes later, as Halen sobs uncontrollably you hear Eddie throw his wrench harshly and yell a “JESUS H CHRIST!” 

“Is daddy mad?” Motley asks. 

“He’s a bit frustrated.” You explain. “But not at you.” 

“Is he gonna leave again?” She blurts, making Ziggy peek her head up quickly, her  pigtails whipping quickly. 

“Is who leaving again?” Eddie asks, coming up to the open slide door, looking tired and pissed. 

“You daddy.” Ziggy explains and his jaw tightens. You see him take a breath in, rolling his shoulders to release some tension. 

Then he lightens up, getting into the van and shutting the door. You can still hear the rainstorm from the trunk door being open but other than that you were all closed in the back together. 

“Don’t you guys know?” He asks, a smile spreading on his face. “You guys are stuck with me for life.” 

“Really?” 

“Oh yeah. Your mom and I are getting married which means I am stuck her like a thorn in your side.” He says it like a threat, but the girls giggle excitedly. 

-

You got lucky when another car drives by, offering to help you get to the cabin by towing you on their hitch. 

You make quick work of buckling the kids in while Eddie repacks the back and before you know it you are on your way to the cabin. 

You all rush to get inside, Eddie thanking the family who laugh and say it was no problem. It takes a minute for everyone to dry off and ease up but you manage it. And when it’s time for dinner you plan on making sandwiches so you don’t have to grill. 

You search for the bag of bread and chips you packed, digging through everything as Eddie sat with the boys. He bounces them on his knee with his thumb in Halens mouth and his pointer finger in Ozzys so they can both gum at the flesh. 

“Ed’s? We grabbed the bag of bread…..right?” You ask, looking arohnd as you trip on shoes. “Motley. Shoes please.” 

“Of course we grabbed it. I remember moving it to get to my tool box…. Oh crap.” 

“Please tell me we didn’t leave it in the rain.” You sigh, sinking to the couch. “We only have sandwich meat and cheese. Other than that everything is for the grill and we don’t even have buns.” 

“We…. Shit. I’m sorry.” 

“We’ll be fine.” You sigh. “We can….” 

“Mommy I’m hungry.” Motley grumbles, moving to cuddle into your side as Ziggy and Zeppelin jump on the couch as well. 

“I think….. cold cut roll ups for dinner.” You smile. 

“What’s that?” 

-

You ate dinner together on the floor, staying huddled together to keep warmth as you laughed about everything that went wrong today. Halen sat in your lap with Ozzy in Eddie’s lap and you ate a dinner of ham rolled around cheese, taking turns passing the fruit bowl around to grab a piece with your fingers. 

The girls had fun, both imitating Eddie when he was frustrated. 

It was a great night, no matter how stressful the day was. And once you got all of them laid down to sleep you and Eddie sat on the couch, with you laying on his chest and him playing with your hair. 

“What would I do without you?” He mumbles, which makes you smile. 

“Let’s never find out.” 

“No I’m serious. I hope I go first. I can not imagine a world without you.” He huffs. 

“No. I want to go first. I call dibs.” 

“You can’t dibs that!” 

“Already did.” 

(Spoiler alert, you go first. You’re 86 and pass away in your own home with Eddie laying beside you. Your funeral brings all the kids home and they take care of Eddie the next two weeks since he is devastated. 

You’re wedding anniversary falls two weeks after you pass, and Eddie passes away that evening, wearing a red piece of yarn around his ring finger just as he promised you on your wedding day. 

Ozzy is given Eddie’s guitar and your favorite book. Halen is given Eddie’s very first lord of the rings book set and your sketch book. Ziggy gets Eddie’s bandana and your earring collection. Motley gets Eddie’s leather jacket and your record collection. She also inherits both your wedding rings but she puts them in your shared grave so they you both could keep them wherever you went. She gives the ring Eddie gave her from his mother to her eldest daughter.) 

- 

The wedding is an easy affair….. well not to Motley. The poor girl was stressed out of her mind. 

Her dress was perfect and Nancy managed to pin her hair into place, and Motley had dashed around as you got dressed into the prettiest gown she had ever seen. 

“Metalhead. Aren’t you supposed to be with you dad?” You ask, leaning forward to fix her hair. “He needs his best girl.” 

A large smile cracks across her face and she bounces up and down before a knock sounds out at the door and Steve comes into view, sighing audibly. 

“The best man is here to get the best girl for the ceremony.” He groans, obviously joking when Motley throws a pillow at him before dashing to go find her dad. 

For the wedding it was decided that Motley would stand next to Eddie, in a new role he deemed to be so utterly important the church might burn without it. So she did, in her cute little bridesmaid dress as they shared excited glances while waiting for you. 

Steve stood with Ozzy, Dustin with Halen. 

Nancy and Robin stood by your side, and Ziggy was the flower girl with Zeppelin as the ring bearer. 

Steve had made some stupid comment about how the dog would lose them, but you weren’t worried since you were already wearing the rings. 

For your ceremony you and Eddie chose to take a red piece of yard and tie your ring fingers to eachother, just like he said the day he proposed. As the minister goes through the process Eddie gets a suspicious smirk before subtly tugging his hand to pull yours near. 

“Always drawing me near.” He whispers. 

“And I intend to keep it that way.” You smile back. 

- 

You sit, in your wedding gown on the kitchen floor, eating cake with a spoon with Eddie sitting next to you with a tub of ice cream. You took turns feeding eachother the desserts as you giggled. 

“When steve and Nancy took our kids I imagined something more…. Sexy.” You laugh, “but this is perfect.” 

“Oh? Am I not sexy to you?” He scoffs, posing as the best from his suit unbuckles smoothly. 

“Munson.” You snap. 

“Munson.” He snaps back with a shit eating grin. “I was thinking…..” 

“Never good for anyone.” 

“As much as I love sitting and snacking with you on the kitchen floor-“ he smiles.  

“Careful.” 

“I think it’s time it changes.” 

“No go! You and I snack on the floor! Just like our first date!” You complain. “You’re a traitor-“ 

“I just mean-“ he interrupts, reaching up to cover your mouth. “That we have a very full house and maybe it’s time for….. a different kitchen.” 

“You want to move?” 

-

“Please tell me you’re not pregnant again.” Eddie mumbles, staring wide eyed at you from where you sat on the bed, shoving your face with snacks. “Not that I would mind because it would be partly my fault but the twins are kicking my ass. I can’t tell if Ozzy wants to kill me or he just dislikes me.” 

You don’t respond, staring at him numbly as he tilts his head to look at you, waiting. 

It was the second week in your new house, and you guys were almost done moving and settling everyone in. 

The twins now had a room beside yours, with Wayne across the hall. The basement in this house belonged to the girls, the two bedrooms split amongst them and the room connecting them with the laundry room now being used as a rec room. 

“Hello?” Eddie calls. 

“hello…..” you mumble, squinting at him. “Did someone call?” 

“No….” Eddie mumbles, confusion lacing him as he walks a little closer to you. “Are you expecting a call?”

“No.” His eyes widen as he meets your own, a laugh breaking out. 

“Are you high?!” He cackles, grabbing your jaw lightly as he checks your eyes. “How?!” 

“I don’t know.” You mumble. “I ate the brownies that our neighbor brought, and next thing I know my feet are fuzzy.” 

Your explanation comes out as a whine and you point to your feet. “I can’t feel them.” 

“You…. You didn’t smoke? This came from the brownies? How many did you eat?” 

“3.” You sigh. “I had one and the next thing I knew I was so hungry I had to eat another.” 

“Shit.” He mumbles back, reaching a hand under your shirt to rub your abdomen in circles with his thumbs. “That’s pretty high, baby.” 

“I don’t even have a ladder.” You say, confused. “Ed’s. I’m fuzzy.” 

“Yeah I bet.” He smiles. “You wanna cuddle? I think we have the afternoon before the kids come back from school and daycare.” 

“Yes.” You mumble, falling back quickly. “But I can’t move.” 

He helps shuffle you up the bed, laying you on the pillows before moving to kneel by your feet and picking your right foot up to rub your ankle softly. 

“Eddie no.” You mumble, closing your eyes. “The room is flying.” 

“I know. I’m just gonna help you get some feeling back okay?  Just keep your eyes closed and try to nap.” 

He watches as you keep your eyes closed, trying not to laugh at the way you grip the sheets like you are trying to stay rooted there. 

Massaging one ankle for a couple minutes before moving on to the second. He knows you’ve fallen asleep the second your hands unclench from the sheets and he shuffles to cover you with the comforter, making sure you have a glass of water by the bed just in case. 

By the time he shuffles down the stairs he plans to unpack a couple more boxes before a loud and rushed knock covers the house. 

Opening the door to reveal an older woman, looking extremely panicked. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes who you got the pot brownies from. 

Before she gets a word out he asks “looking for your brownies?” 

“Yes! Oh I am so sorry!” She panics. “I made a batch for your family the same day I made my batch and I confused the pans and I know you have young kids and-“ 

“It’s fine. They haven’t had any.” He eases, letting her in as he shuffles to the kitchen to find where you had left them. “There was an argument yesterday over a box of Barbie’s so no one got dessert. My wife however tried one today and then got the munchies.” 

He shows her the pan, and she smiles at the sight, obviously trying not to laugh. 

“I can make you more, if you want.” 

“You know how to make these kinds?” She asks and he holds out his arms in a way to say ‘you see me?’ 

“Of course I do! And I know how to make them taste more like chocolate than anything.” 

“I….. please don’t think I’m some druggie old bat that tried killing your kids. I use these to help my cancer, and we’ll….” 

“Hey, there’s no problem. If anything my kids would have just gotten a little spaced out.” They would have gotten more than that but he wasn’t about to make her feel worse. 

“How many do you have again? I saw two when I talked to your wife.” 

“We have 4.” He answers, giving her a small smile as she grabs the pan. 

“Oh how wonderful. How old are they?” 

“Our oldest is about to turn 10, then we have a 4 year old and the twins just turned 2.” 

“Busy busy.” She laughs. “You seem so young too! To have a 10 year old. Oh my gosh.” 

“She’s a handful but gotta love her.” 

“What are their names?” 

“Motley, Ziggy, Ozzy and Halen.” Eddie answers easily, a feeling of pride in his chest as he talks about them. 

“Oh! You’re into rock music ,I take it?” 

“Just a bit.” He didn’t mention the dog running laps out back being named Zeppelin. “My daughters not so much though. They’ve gotten into this pop music phase.” 

“I had the same face when my own kids got into rock music over my classic music.” She giggles. “Oh, well I should be going. I would love to meet your kids sometime, you should throw a house party so the neighborhood can welcome you!” 

How had he gone from the town freak that everyone at school refused to sit by to a father that this woman wanted to welcome? 

“We’ll think about it.” He shuffles behind her to the door, walking her out and making sure she gets into her house safely before going back inside and heading back upstairs. 

You’re in a cocoon of your own making, face smudged into the pillow as you sleep. He keeps his movements slow, gently prying the blanket out of your hand so that he can crawl into the cocoon with you, keeping pressed against you as you move to welcome him in. 

He didn’t have to pick the kids up for another 4 hours, might as well nap with his wife as she’s high as a kite. 

-

You ended up signing Motley up for soccer, and you had no clue just how big the team was. 

So when her birthday party rolled around you were overthrown with younger girls dashing around the backyard. They screamed and giggled, jumping in and out of the pool and tracking water everywhere. 

Eddie, Steve and the rest of the boys had set up a large pool in the main area of the backyard and then a small kiddie pool closer to the patio, with pool chairs along the backyard and colorful decorations strung everywhere. 

You were sat on a pool chair close to the kiddie pool, basking in the sun like a lizard as you watched the twins with Steve and Nancy’s youngest. There were more toddlers at the party but so far those three were the only ones that had made it into the pool without crying. 

You kept leaning in to dip a hand on and make sure it wasn’t too cold, but the sun was hitting it perfectly so the water stayed perfect for the boys. 

Ozzy had found one of the mini squirt guns and had been shooting Steves youngest, Micky, with it for about 5 minutes as Halen kept leaning over the side to splash Lucas. 

“You could move.” You offer half heartedly, doing nothing to stop your little brat as he tries to do it again. 

“It actually feels nice.” Lucas mumbles from his own spot under the sun. “But if I don’t over react he will thinks it’s not fun.” 

Right on cue Halen splashes him and Lucas gasps out, groaning a bit as he pretends to dodge. Halen laughs looking at you with such excitement. 

You smile back, which makes him jump up and down and you wonder why he had gotten go excited, then a shadow looms over you to reveal your husband bending down to kiss your cheek. 

“How are the boys?” 

“Wreaking havoc-“ you answer right as Ozzy sprays Micky in the face again. “As per usual. Where are my girls?” 

“Ziggy is currently chasing Jonathan around with a fake snake and Motley is racing her friends in the pool.” He answers, looking around for both just in case before shuffling. “I wanna sit with you.”

“There is no room.” You scoff, still attempting to give him room since he doesn’t hesitate to push his way in. Before you know it he is halfway on your lap as you laugh out, trying to shove him off. “Edward.” 

“What? Aren’t married couples supposed to share everything?!” He teases, wiggling his hips. 

“You used that excuse last night when you ate MY PUDDING!” You whine, giving up on pushing him off and just choosing to rest your forehead on his shoulder. 

“You could have just let me eat you for dessert like I wanted to.” 

“We had important things to do.” You explain. “For your daughter's birthday.” 

“Excuses excuses. Don’t splash daddy Halen-“ too late, your youngest son was already on it and before you know it both you and Eddie are getting hit by the water. 

“This is what I get when you come over-“ 

“No no no. You’re not blaming this on me. He was looking right at you when he did that baby.” 

“You’re such a bad influence!” 

“You’re the one that showed him how to do it!”

“Hey! Mom! Dad!” Someone shouts and Eddie groans.  

“Whatever happened to mommy and daddy? Or daddy eddie?” He whines. 

“Kids grow. Sadly.” You sigh. 

“We’ll she shouldn’t.” 

“I’m sure Wayne said the same thing about you.” You mumble, taking a finger and swiping some of his hair out of his face. “You need a haircut.” 

“Is the pizza here?!” Motley asks, staring at you both. 

“Does it look like I have pizza?” Eddie asks, holding out his hands, one empty the other with a can in it. “Where’s Vinny?” 

“I have no clue.” Eddie sighs. “Probably hiding.” 

“I wanna spray him with the hose.” 

“Then you should find him.” You tease as Eddie finally gets up, moving to help you up. “Ozzy. Halen. Let’s go boys.” 

“Where you guys going?” Eddie asks, pouting a bit. 

“To rob a bank.” You smile, grabbing their hands into each of your own. “Or to add more sunscreen. Haven’t decided yet. Motley, you need more sunscreen.” 

“No! I want to-“

“We’ll do that later. Come on.” You reply sternly, turning to Eddie. “Get Ziggy will ya?” 

“On it.” He nods, turning around to whistle loudly and nod her over with Zeppelin. “Unbelievable.” 

Zeppelin was wearing swimming trunks, because you thought it was adorable. 

“Are you looking for VinnyyyYy?” Ziggy teases her sister which makes Eddie roll his eyes already knowing it will start a fight. 

“Are you looking to die today? Nerd bomber.” Motley snaps back. 

“I’m not a nerd bomber!” Ziggy shouts, pushing her sister. Motley pushes back and before it can get worse Eddie is grabbing the back of their necks hard enough to pull them away but not hard enough to hurt. 

“Get moving before I ground you both.” 

“Yes dad.” Motley sighs. 

“Okay papa.” Ziggy groans. It’s only then he releases them to go inside, following where you had disappeared with the boys. 

He shuffles behind them, watching them look at each other glaring every once in a while. It was insane to him how they went from sweet little angels to fighting nearly everyday. 

He spent most his time trying to get them to stop. 

“Don’t do it.” He warns when Ziggy rolls her fist. “You girls are on thin ice today.” 

Just this morning he had separated a pretty bad fight which had both of them crying. 

When they make it to yours and Eddie’s room you are already almost done reapplying the boys sunscreen, Halen hugging your calf as you help Ozzy. “Are you hungry?” 

“I am.” Eddie smiles only for you to subtly flip him off which makes him laugh. 

“We weren’t asking da-da! No we weren’t!” You make Ozzy clap his hands with you before setting him down on the ground and move to get the girls with the sunscreen. 

“I’m beat. Let’s kick everyone out and take a nap.” Eddie teases, falling backwards onto the bed and splaying out. 

“Booga!” Ozzy yells, dashing to the bed to attack him. 

“We can’t! We haven’t even cut the cake, silly.” Motley laughs, watching her little brother jump into Eddie’s stomach. “GET HIM!” 

And that’s when the riot ensues, all of the kids rush to attack Eddie in his moment of weakness, giggling and tackling him. 

His eyes widen as they all lunge for him, crying out to you for help. You debate it for a moment, pretending to move closer and reach a hand out only to pull away at the last moment and walk out of the room as he calls out for help. 

Teach him to eat your snacks.

The rest of the day is spent chasing kids around. If it wasn’t the twins then it was Ziggy and if it wasn’t her it was Motley. 

Presents and cake went by quickly and soon enough you were cleaning up the mess of the party. Eddie was picking up trash and you were packing up all the food. Both looking at each other subtly and every time you make eye contact you look away quickly. 

“You have fun today?” 

“Of course.  Did you?” 

“Oh I had a blast. I just wish she’d stop growing up.” Eddie sighs, and you look over at him as he picks up a cup by the kiddie pool before moving to walk away. Only he trips on a pool chair and stumbled face first into the kiddie pool. 

You can’t help but laugh, loudly, as he scrambles to get out. His hair sticks to his face and he looks like a wet dog as he glares. 

“That’s not funny!” He snaps as you wheeze, leaning forward with your hands on your knees trying to breathe. 

“I could have died! Drowned right there and my wife is just laughing away!” Tears are rolling down your cheeks now as he huffs, standing and marching over. “Not funny.” 

“Y-You …. Ohmygod!” You wheeze out, hand grabbing his bicep to help stabilize yourself. 

“I’m done. We’re divorcing.” He huffs, hand moving to your lower back to lead you inside. “I hate you.” 

-

The entire family was sprawled out in the living room after one of Motleys soccer games, tired and ready for bed but now quite ready to stop hanging out together. 

Eddie sat on the floor with his back to the couch, a comb between his teeth, and Motley sitting between his legs as he tries to brush out some of the knots from her hair. 

You were laid out with the couch and Ziggy was curled up on your right side with Ozzy asleep on your left. Halen laid between your legs and the side of the couch, using his brothers sleeping form as a pillow as he stared at the tv with wide eyes. 

Zeppelin lay on the mat by the door, the teams soccer jersey still on, while Wayne slept in his recliner chair. 

It was nights like these that Eddie loved, everyone together. No fighting, no rush to go anywhere. It was just peaceful. 

When he finished brushing through Motleys hair he made sure to put it in a brain before laying against the couch so his head was on your calf while Motley laid against him. 

The tv showed a new scooby cartoon, which is partly the reason Ozzy ended up actually cuddling someone since he normally hated hugs and cuddles. But when scooby doo was on? That kid was all about it.  

“Hey dad?” Motley whispers, drawing Eddie’s attention to her. 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re the coolest dad ever.” She mumbles before closing her eyes, and Eddie can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. 

-

“What’s up, Metalhead?” Eddie asks, tightening the tire onto the car he was currently working on as Motley stares at him from her spot. 

Monday afternoons were a bit packed for the Munson household. Wayne had gone back to work as a manager so he spent Mondays going through billing and finances. 

You always picked up shifts at the diner while Ziggy had her ballet class and the boys were at preschool. 

Motley was the only one that had Monday afternoons off so Eddie would take his lunch to go pick her up from school and she would spend the afternoon at work with him until you could come get her or it was time to go home. 

He always made his work table into a desk area so she can do her homework, which is what she was supposed to be doing now, only she sat staring at him. 

“I need help.” She mumbles. 

“If it’s math I can’t help ya.” He smiles. “Or English. Or science. Act-“

“Dad.” 

“Fine. Fine.” He mumbles, pouting that she’s not being fun today as he stands up and wipes his hands before moving to see what she needs. “What’s this?” 

“A family tree.” 

“Okay? Why’s it blank?” He pulls his stool closer so he can sit and work with her. 

“I don’t know what to put.” 

“Your family. Silly.”

“I know. I just don’t know if I should do…. Biological or my real family. This is to track where we came from but…..” he catches on then, blinking slowly as he realizes what she can’t choose between. 

Put down her biological dad or put down Eddie. 

“I think either or.” He shrugs, trying to play cool. “It’s your project.” 

“But….. I don’t really know anything about him. And….. I don’t like knowing I came from him.” She blushes, playing with the ends of her hair like she always does when she gets nervous. 

“Then don’t. You shouldn’t have to feel upset or nervous about any of this. If you want to leave that side blank it’s up to you, Metalhead.”

“Can I….. can I put you down?” 

“Absolutely.” 

She smiles, and turns so she’s facing him. “Okay. Full name please?”

“Edward Wayne Munson. Pleasure to meet you…” 

“Motley Marie Munson.” She pretends to be serious, shaking his hands. “For father it’s Grandpa Wayne right?” 

“Actually, it’s not.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his side. “Wayne is my Uncle. My dads brother.” 

“Then why do we call him Grandpa Wayne?” 

“Well… he took me in when I was younger. Your age I believe. And…and even when I wasn’t living with him fully Wayne always made sure I had a place that was safe. Wayne is my chosen dad.”

“Where are your mom and dad then?” 

“Well my mom is gone…. She passed away when I was 6. And my dad…. Well my dad is in prison.” 

“What’d he do?” 

Child abuse, drug abuse, manslaughter. “Bad things.” 

“Do you see him?” 

“I used to…. I used to bug Wayne to go all the time and the more I grew up the less I wanted to go. I used to want him to miss me though.” The look she gave Eddie  made him realize that he might be able to help with whatever emotional turmoil she was feeling more than he realized. 

“I actually, this is gonna sound silly but just bare with me,” he sighs and she scoots closer. “I used to love my dad more than anything. And when I was taken to Uncle Wayne I used to hate my uncle for separating me from my dad. He refused to let me go and visit him at first and when he finally did I realized why. And then I was stuck in this constant anger that my dad didn’t want me. Why did I want him more than he wanted me? I’m his kid, he helped bring me into the world, what did I do wrong?” 

“What do you think now?” 

“That I’m better without him. That I will always try to be a better dad than he ever was and….. and I hope my mom knows I made it out. I hope she knows, wherever she ended up, that I found what she always wanted for me.” 

“What did she want?” 

“A happy family.” 

“When’s the last time you saw your dad?” 

“I went right after I met your mom.” 

“That was a long time ago!” 

“Yeah it was.” 

“Can…. Can I meet him?” 

“No.” Eddie snaps, chest tightening. “I don’t think that would be-“ 

“I wanna see you with your dad.” And Eddie knows what she means. I wanna know if I can leave my dads shadow. 

“I’ll ask your mother.” 

Part five is already here babes! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Modern! Eddie.M x girlfriend!Reader

ＳＵＭ． Wayne and Eddie get a Ring doorbell.

For the past month, Wayne had been saving up some money for a Ring Doorbell. It was pricey, but it was definitely an investment he had to make, especially since he knew of his nephew's infamous reputation because even if he didn't deserve a title such as 'Hawkins' freak,' that won't stop people from graffiti-ing those words on their trailer (it hasn't happened yet, but he's paranoid).

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You and Eddie had only been dating for two weeks, and you already both know that it's a relationship that will last a long time. But despite that, it was still only a two-week-old relationship, so you were both adamant about introducing each other to your families.

You were pacing your room back and forth, occasionally looking over to the box of cookies on your table.

Should you just wait until tomorrow to give it to him? No, they'd be cold. I mean, you could always reheat them? Nah, he'd know. Everyone always knows when something is reheated!

He always sneaks into your room, Surely it wouldn't be any different if it were vice versa?

So you took your hoodie (gifted from yours truly), chucked your slip-ons on and left with the box in your hand. You knew where he had lived and where his room was from when you both had studied together before you'd established a relationship.

You pulled up to his trailer a few ways away so that your headlights didn't wake up his uncle, speedwalking to his trailer.

You walk up onto his porch to knock on the window of his room before booking it back to the door, and soon enough, he opens it in all his shirtless glory, wiping his eyes.

"Baby, what're you doing here? You should be sleeping," he says, stepping forward, down his trailer steps, and opening his arms as an invitation to hug you real quick. Happily, you hug him back before stepping away, Eddie crossing his arms.

"I was making a midnight snack and ended up making cookies... and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to give them to you since I know you like how I bake them!" You whisper with a smile, handing him the box.

He opens it and is met with a waft of the delectable smell of your cookies with a 'woof.'

"Do you, uh, wanna come inside? Then we can eat them together?" he asks, gesturing to his door. You pull a confused face.

"Isn't Wayne home?" You continue to whisper despite his normal speaking level and invitation. He starts chuckling, making your heartache.

"That's why you were whispering! No, he's working tonight," he explains with a soft smile. "Oh, okay! Let's go then."

You step forward, excited to be with Eddie, before he puts the Tupperware down on the steps and softly grabs your face. He leans in before leaning back out, asking, "Are you okay with this?"

With a goofy smile, you nod as you put your arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, it's okay."

He leaned in and there you were, sharing your first passionate kiss with Eddie in your slippers and PJs, and him shirtless and half-asleep.

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Wayne knocks on the wall next to Eddie's door seeing as the entrance to his room is already open. Eddie, who was messing about with his guitar, sits up and lets his feet touch the floor. "You alright, Wayne?"

"Yeah, uh, I just..." Wayne felt awkward. He didn't want Eddie to think that he disapproved of him having a girlfriend, but he felt as though it was a topic that should be talked about since it was the first time he'd seen Eddie so... willing? Loving? Accepted? He didn't know how to describe it.

"I noticed you brought a girl here last night."

Eddie stands up, hands in his pockets as he shrugs. "Yeah, yeah. She just came here all of a sudden, Sorry if you didn't want that," he explains, Wayne instantly interjecting.

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying. Bring her here for all I care, I was the same when I was your age."

There was some awkward silence, Eddie nodding, waiting for his uncle to say something since there was nothing he was going to say. Wayne brings his hand up to massage his nose's bridge.

"Sorry, I don't know where I'm going from this. Just, uh, as long as you like her and you're happy."

This causes Eddie to smile and his eyes light up, instantly smiling slightly himself. But only slightly.

"She's amazing, Wayne. I honestly wanna marry her, but only time can tell." He rambles a bit. Feeling more comfortable, Wayne steps further into Eddie's room.

"I know it's none of my business, but, what did she give you yesterday?" He questions.

"Heh, cookies. Didn't wanna wait to give it to me after school today." He beams at the memory. Wayne looks behind him, scanning the kitchen counters. "Ya think I can have some?"

Eddie laughs slightly, about to agree before stilling.

"We finished them... sorry."

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Wayne yawns. He's sat at his night shift at a table for his break, his lunch in front of him. His phone beeps and he recognises the alert sound as the Ring doorbell app. Thinking it was a bunch of rebels, or preppies, to hate on Eddie, he rushes to open it, because who else would be at their house at such late time of the night? At least he can scare them off with the 'call' feature and speak to them.

But when he opens the app, he's met with a girl standing in front of their door who smiles when he hears Eddie open the door. He smiles at the sight of them hugging and watches them talk for a bit before it looks like they're about to kiss. His smile widens when he hears his boy ask for consent before closing the app.

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"WEE OOO WEE OOO!" you goofily say as you go back and forth from the camera. Ever since Eddie had told you about it, you just goof off in front of it whenever you wait for someone to open the door.

But Eddie was taking longer than usual, so you just goofed off longer than usual. You wink over-dramatically, then wink with the other eye, mouth wide open, before the door is suddenly and rapidly opened, forcing you to suddenly go up as well, pulling a straight face. But Eddie bursts out laughing, causing you to laugh out loud too.

"You know I can see you right? And that it's recording?" "That's why I do it, Now show me the recording!"

"You know I can see it, too?" Wayne says from the living room, provoking you and Eddie to stop laughing.

[unamused-boss]

How we met

Billy Harvgrove x Phoebe Levin

Summary: The day Billy Hargrove found Phoebe Levin changed his life forever. The day he met her was one he would never forget, literally. Like how can you forget that.

The minute that Billy stepped out of his camaro into the Hawkin’s High School parking lot he knew that this was gonna be the absolute worst part of his entire life. Girls were already gawking him like a piece of meat given to a pack of wolves. The guys were sizing him up like they thought they had a chance at winning a fight against him. 

“Jeezus, smells like cow shit here.” He muttered as he made his way into the high school. Once his boot made contact with the tile floor of the school he was swarmed with wannabes and thirsty girls.

“Hey man, I'm Tommy. We’re gonna be great friends.” One freckled faced freak said to him.

“Hello~ I’m Tina, it’s so great to meet you.” Some brunette flirted.

“Heey cali boy, how does the countryside feel?” Some rando said.

‘Holy shit, do these guys have anything better to do?’ Billy thought. ‘It's not the worst, I already have them like putty in my hand.’ He smirked, he already had a majority of the school's population on his side. This could not be as awful as he thought it was going to be. If these guys are like this just by his first day then Billy can’t wait for what will happen throughout the next couple of months. 

Which is what happened, Billy soon became the new King of Hawkins High School. He had everyone eating from the palm of his hand. The parties were nothing like the ones in California but they were a good way to distract him while being here. And every girl here wanted in his pants, which he let them but soon left them right after the deed was done. 

The day started off as any other day. Billy was late to his first period, as perusal, taking his seat with a very irked teacher. As he was about to start his normal routine of ignoring everyone around him a glint caught his eye. He turned his head to see a girl decorated in long earrings and glittering necklaces. She had pale skin and hard dark hair. Her eyes looked bored but still tried to pay attention to the lesson at hand. She wore dark clothes, her stomach was out, and the closer Billy looked he realized she didn’t have a bra on. She looked wild. Her hair somehow kept and unkept at the same time. Something about her was drawing him in, like a wave to a surfboard.

“Can you stop starring?” She broke him from his thoughts. No enthusiasm in her tone, she was not happy whatsoever that he was staring at her. Why was she not giggling at him like every other girl?

“I’m Billy.” Billy tried to introduce himself. Pulling his classic charm to win this girl over.

“I know. Now stop talking to me.” She simply put.

“What?”

“I said stop talking to me, you are someone I do not want to speak to.” She was getting frustrated by his presence. That’s bullshit, the only person that was supposed to get annoyed by him was Hairrington.

“I’m trying to flirt with you, you know that right?” He asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Yes it’s very obvious, so why don’t you stop and go back to the other girl next you that you flirted with all last month that has not stopped staring at you since class started.” Now you were over him. If your tone didn’t put it straight in his face that you were not having anything he was giving; he turned around to, in fact, see the said girl staring at him. Then the bell rang just as he was going to talk to you again. But you were out of there without him seeing.

The cafeteria was where Billy saw the mysterious girl next. He just stared at her as she sat by herself. No one was around her, being that her friends had a different lunch schedule then her. His staring didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy or Carol.

“Why are you staring at that weirdo?” Tommy asked him, picking at the food on his tray.

“Who is she?” Billy asked curiously.

“Phoebe Levin is the most peculiar girl you’ll ever meet. Swear to god she is related to The freak sometimes.” Carol scowled. “You seriously don’t want to be around her.”

“Her mom was married to some Russian immigrant dude, probably killed because of his help with the Russian forces.” Tommy laughed.

“Ugh, I don’t know why she is still here.” Carol whined. “Billy there are such better girls in this school than her.” The three continued to stare at the young girl. 

Phoebe knew they were watching her, she knew Billy was asking questions about her. “God give me a break.” She grumbled through the sandwich she was chewing. She heard the sound of fake pompous heels click their way over to where she was sitting. And to no one's surprise there stood Carol Perkins. With a grin on her face and  her caked on makeup.

“Can I help you Carol?” The unenthused girl spoke.

“Hey Phoebe.” Carol smiled, obviously fake. “ I just wanted to check up on you, you seem so lonely.”

“Okay?” Carol just continued to stare at her while she ate.

“You know for someone that has so many cropped tops, you do have a pretty fat stomach.” Carol snied. 

“You know for someone that sucks every other guy's dick except her boyfriend’s, you’d think you’d know how to shut your mouth.” Phoebe retorted. “Are we done here?” Carol just sat there with her mouth agape. Phoebe finished the remainder of her lunch taking her tray to leave. Only for Coral to put her foot out and trip her. Causing Phoebe to go face first into her tray. Phoebe picked herself up, taking the little food she had off her shirt. Walking away unbothered.

“Ugh, You scathing BITCH!” Yell Carol.

Billy watched in amazement. He loved every moment of that conversation, he knew she were different. He didn’t think she'd be this different. He watched as Phoebe made her way out of the lunchroom watching her hips sway as she walked. Carol made her way back to their table huffing and puffing at the interaction she just had. Sitting down like a newly scolded child.

“I told you Billy, you don’t want to be around her.” Carol sneered.

Ever since Billy asked about Phoebe Levin everybody has given every opinion possible about her.

“She is so weird.”

“She’s probably a spy planted for the Russians, maybe that’s why she’s so isolated.”

“I swear she’s done a seance with Munson!”

“Phoebe doesn’t wear a bra, like ever, which is kinda hot?”

“Uhg, she hangs in the library all the time in her dark corner.”

“She always seems like she’s on some psychedelic trip.”

“I saw her walking barefoot through the woods once.”

“Her grandma is a witch.”

“I hear she’s eaten goat’s brain.”

Billy didn’ t give a shit what these people thought. He only knew her name and that he wanted to meet her.

While Billy dealt with his predicament of having to find his belle of the ball in black Phoebe was dealing with her own troubles. Her trouble has names that are Carol Perkins, Hiedi Flanders, Tina Clarks, and Betty Johnson; those four have been giving her hell all week. All for Billy Hargrove having caught his eye on her.

“I swear to everything, I will rip his tongue out.” Phoebe grumbled under her breath.

“Hey it’s alright.” Nancy reassured, “It’s Friday, you won’t see them for two days. But you will be seeing Tom Cruise with me.” She grinned. The both of you being friends was an odd sight to see. A princess and a witch, but you guys have been through thick and thin together. Phoebe was there for her when she found out Barb was found dead. And Nancy was there for Phoebe when her dad died. Only those two know the secrets between each other, that no one else will ever know.

“I guess you’re right.” Phoebe smiled. “I’ll see you after gym… see ya.” Phoebe waved her off. 

Phoebe was making her way to the gym locker room when she thought she heard giggling behind her. She knew what was going to happen, having already accepted her fate of whatever little prank the class bimbos were going to pull on her. Nothing like this will change for her if she stays in this fucking town. Phoebe entered the locker room to her spot by the corner. Putting her stuff away into her cubby then continues with getting ready as normal. Taking off her clothes to put on her gym clothes. Once the shirt was over her head and on her body, this is one of few instances she puts a bra on (ya gotta stay prepared) Phoebe then hears the giggles again. ‘Dammit’ Phoebe braces herself for what is about to come. The expecting rush of cold water comes down upon her; her hair now wet, her mascara smudged and running down her face, the top of her shirt soaked. The giggles turned to full hyena laughter ringing through the locker room. 

“Sorry Carrie didn’t see ya there!” Carol boasted.

“I think she looks better this way.” Tina smirked.

“Yeah, it brings out that washed out skin.” Betty cackled, and I’m the one that gets called a witch. The warning whistle from the coach signaling us to get out of the locker room.

“Come on Carrie, don’t wanna be late.” Carol joked, her and her friends laughed as they walked away. Phoebe did not react. She made no comment. All she did was make her way out of the locker room to the gym for class. Where she saw a familiar mullet head skipping class.

A glare was given to him. Phoebe was tired of the shit she was given. Tired of the attention people have decided to give you for the dumbest reason. To have some meat head think this is the funniest joke on the planet. ‘I will shave his head and make him eat his hair.’ I hate him.

‘Holy shit.’ No one since he has gotten here has given Billy any shit. But the glare that Phoebe gave him. A chill ran up his back. With the unlit cigarette hanging from his lip almost falling out. He has not met a girl like her. Well he has but they usually never speak to him, let alone glare through his skull. 

“Go to hell…”

Phoebe spent her time in gym class wisely. She didn’t tell the coach. Didn’t explain to anyone that asked. She ran her laps. Did every exercise she was told to. She ignored the laughter of the girls that did this to her. Ignored that stares from everyone. However when at her water break Phoebe noticed the janitor’s closet was unlocked, ideas went through her head. If she was going to be treated like this only because some ass is giving her attention. Well they don’t say an eye for an eye for nothin. 

Gym class was let out, since Phoebe was one of the first few into the locker room her plan was already in action. The four bimbo’s made their way to her corner; already dressed in her tank top and long skirt. Accentuating her figure, a figure that many were jealous of or either wanted. The bimbo’s were in their towels going to take their showers.

“Who knew you’d enjoy a cold bath before class.” Laughed Betty.

“Yeah… Now just for you to know…” Heidi said, wickedness pouring from her words as she stepped forward closer to me. She glared at me, “Stay away from Billy, or I will make your life hell.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Phoebe mocked. “I knew I was there when I saw you.” She apparently didn’t like that too much since she turned away from me flipping her hair into my face. Her curly coarse hair from too many perm treatments. But Phoebe didn’t have to worry about that, when across from her she saw the familiar belongings to the girls that were once here. Along with some items that will aid her in her revenge.

Nancy was confused, gym class got out a few minutes ago and she couldn’t find Phoebe anywhere. All she saw was the commotion of the halls. Nancy doesn’t know where she could be. Until…

Billy was getting annoyed not only with not being able to shake off his interaction with Phoebe earlier today but no one would stop bothering him. He can’t stand it, Tommy won’t shut his yap.

“Then I told him to strew off if he knew what was good for him.” Tommy laughed.

“Yep, you got him.” Billy grumbled. He just watched as the people in the halls passed him. Looking for her.

Tommy rolled his eyes, “Are you still looking for her, she’s literally a nobody.”

“Tommy. If I wanted your opinion I’d ask for it.” Billy stated. “ And I don’t-” Billy was cut of by the clicking of running heels.

“TOMMY!” Carol yelled, “TOMMY!” Carol and the other three girls ran up to the two boys. The girls were out of breath but fuming with anger with their arms tightly crossed against their chests. 

“Whoa what is it?” Tommy asked.

“Someone stole from us.” Carol snided.

“Stole what?” Tommy questioned. “You have all your stuff.” He pointed out.

“NO.” Carold came closer to Tommy’s face so no one else would hear. “Someone stole our bras…” Tommy’s eyes widened, he almost laughed at the statement before him.

“What?” Tommy answered. Neither of them noticed the sudden burst of energy in the hallway. People started to make their way to windows and the front of the school. Billy noticed but he waited for the couple to finish. All while being stared at by Hiedi.

“I want you to find them and kick their ass!” Carol screamed. The echo of her words is what stopped their discussion. Carol looked around, along with her little posse, “What are they looking at?”

It was about the same time when Billy and Nancy made their way outside to the front of the school. Pushing their way through a shocked crowd of students, some laughing and some with their jaws on the floor. By the time the two teens made it to the front of the crowd what they saw before them was not what they thought it would be. 

In front of them stood four burning stacks with bras being burnt at the ends.

With what Billy just overheard, he can only guess at who those were. And off to the side stood Phoebe Levin smoking a cigarette lit by the flames. Standing only looking at the crowd before her. It didn’t take long before Carol and the others saw what had happened to their once lacy bralettes. Screaming as they saw the consequences of their actions before them.

“OOHH!” Coral screeched. “YOU BITCH!”

“Exactly!” Phoebe Levin replied. Phoebe then stared at Billy, the same stare she gave him in the halls a while ago. She flicked the last of her cigarette onto the ground, then stomped it out. She only smiled as she passed Carol and them until she was face to face with Billy.

“I don’t know what your game is, but I don’t like it so leave me out of it.” She stated to him.

“I don’t think so, this only made me want more.” He grinned at her.

“PHOEBE LEVIN!” The familiar call of the principle called, she wasn’t getting out of this easily.

“That’s my que…” She said as she left him there.

Billy did not know what else to say. He was glad she walked away because he would have been speechless. Billy knew what he wanted and he wanted her, he wanted to be with her. And he’ll have to work a little harder to get her. He doesn’t mind cause once he has her. He won’t let go.

I hope you like it!

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Children of the Corn | Eddie Munson

Day Twelve of Kinktober

Summary: A group date in the new Hawkins corn maze sounded amazing to you: Hanging out with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan sounded like just your night, until your worst enemy is included in the plans.

Content Warnings: this is lowkey some porn with a plot so 18+!!! MDNI. But we have some fluff, angst, enemies to lovers trope, fingering, oral (m receiving), withholding orgasm, overstimulation, public sex

wc: ~ 4.2k (this is my formal apology for being gone)

A lovely thank you to all of you for helping me out for the past month in supporting me on my health journey and a special thank you to @darknesseddiem for collaborating with me for this kinktober (even though I'm late IM SORRY)

Eddie Munson picked the exact date and time where he decided that you weren’t a friend, but an enemy. It was Jason Carver’s stupid fucking party that he wasn’t technically invited to, just asked to deal at. You had asked him to take you out, but you being you, and the pressure from half of the party staring and snickering at the two of you, Eddie put his walls up, and humiliated you in front of everyone - definitely more of a fall from grace for you than him. You told him to fuck himself and that you would never talk to him again. As much as it sent pangs of cold to Eddie’s heart, he knew the chances of you running into each other again were slim. You were in two totally different circles; or so he thought. You began working at the old record shop in the same strip mall as Family Video… Hawkins’ entertainment district was pretty measly. You met Robin while the two of you took breaks at the same time every shift, and Steve not long after. You became fast friends and blended in with them beautifully. Why wouldn’t you? Eddie thought, everyone likes you… his admiration turned into rage in self defense. He saw the look of shock and disappointment on your face when you saw him at the first group hangout. You tried your best to stay away from him, but 6 became a crowd: Nancy and Jonathan always off together, Robin and Steve continuing whatever quarrel they had started at Family Video, and you and Eddie. When it was the two of you, you were reasonably quiet. But Eddie was ruthless in a group - no comment you made to anyone went without a snide remark or scoff from the metalhead. The tension was palpable between the two of you: he thought you had come onto him as a joke, and you thought he was being cruel because he truly hated you. 

-

Your birthday had finally come, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Nancy and Robin had planned your perfect autumn day. You had told them how badly you had wanted to go to the Hawkins corn maze, so they made arrangements. You were going to pick up hot chocolate, walk the maze, buy pumpkins and carve them at the Harrington house while you watched scary movies. You barely slept last night, you were so excited. You had given up complete control but there was one thing you had asked your friends: please don’t bring Eddie to this outing, not if they could help it. Robin regretfully inclined, saying she would let him know he was sitting this one out. You breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe you could finally fully enjoy your birthday. 

-

You heard honking from outside and you dashed to your front door. You turned and ran down the front steps of your porch, a smile still stupidly plastered on your face. You halted and your grin dropped when you looked to see what vehicle was waiting to pick you up. A rusted burgundy van rumbled on the asphalt and a shit eating grin was plastered on the driver. Robin sat in the front seat with a guilty look on her face. She mouthed sorry to you as she hopped out of the van.

“No, no. You stay in the front. There’s no way in hell I’m sitting up there.” You accepted your defeat and brushed past the strawberry blonde, opening the sliding door to get in the back.

“Happy birthday, princess” Eddie sneered. He was over the moon with himself. “Hope you like your surprise” You normally let his comments slide off your back but you decided enough was enough. He was not going to walk all over you, not today.

“Well my eyes do deceive me then because this seems more like a punishment than a gift.” you mumbled. You turned your eyes to Steve, Nancy and Jonathan in the back with you.

“Nice to see you guys” you beamed at them. If Eddie thinks he can ruin your day, he is sorely mistaken. With a scowl, Eddie pulls the van into drive and screeches off the pavement. 

“So, we thought we would draw names to see who goes in with who, make it a little competition?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, we have prizes for the winners!” Robin chirped. You sighed and nodded your head in agreement. Hoping the worst wouldn’t happen - hoping that someone would be on your side today. If only…

Nancy pulled out a small notepad and a pen and wrote six names on them for three partners. Three pairings, you were hoping, that would be different from the usual. The names were pulled with stone cold faces: Robin and Jonathan, Nancy and Steve, You and Eddie. 

“We can repull,” Nancy laughed off, already crumpling papers back into the small container she used to shake them up. 

“Why, is the princess scared of me?” Eddie’s eyes pierced yours through the rearview mirror. 

“No, Nance. Don’t worry about it.” You grabbed at the girl’s manicured hand and squeezed it. “It’s all good.” You smiled and nodded at her in refusal. You weren’t going to let Eddie ruin your day, but some time alone with him might bring you both some closure. But you couldn’t help but make your own jabs. “Eddie’s just upset that he’s gonna get carried through this maze. I heard he failed geometry a record 6 times?” Robin snorted and Eddie’s eyes fixed on the road, jaw hardened. 

-

The six of you trudged to the start of the maze, making your plan to meet in the middle from three different entrances. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go kick some ass.” Eddie’s voice was so saccharine sweet you felt a headache coming on. You flashed him a cold smile and you turned away from your friends to be stuck in a cornfield with the person you hated the most for the next hour. 

You kept your distance from the mop headed boy. You walked side by side, but with more than enough room. He didn’t dare look at you, eyes trained to the floor (much like the night he ruined you) and his bottom lip fastened between his teeth. You glanced over at him periodically, hoping your eyes would meet his and the tension would fizzle, but you weren’t lucky. You came to a dead end with paths going to the left and the right. 

“We should go this way,” the boy mumbled. Without waiting for you to agree, he pivoted on his heels and walked to the left. You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Eddie, that path looks like it’s just going to loop around to where we came from.” you argued. You wanted to keep your voice calm, you didn’t want to start a fight, and you definitely didn’t want Eddie fucking Munson to see you cry in a cornfield. He ignored you. He had shrugged off your counter and continued on his own way. He felt a tug on the arm of his jacket and he whipped around at you, his face mere inches from yours. 

“What is your fucking problem?” he spat. Your face was etched with bewilderment and rage. 

“What the hell are you talking about, Munson? You seemingly have a problem with me!” You yelped back. “You are so hellbent on making my life fucking difficult when I did nothing to you.”

“Holy fuck,” Eddie sneered. “You really are fucking that dense, aren’t you.” He pushed past you and back towards where you wanted to go in the first place. You bit your lip and exhaled slowly before turning and pacing after him. You refused to let the tears burning your waterline escape. Fuck. Eddie. Munson.

-

It was pure silence as you and Eddie trudged through the maze. You regretted this whole day, you regretted becoming friends with this whole group of people, and most of all, you regretted ever being nice to Eddie Munson. The twists and turns that you let Eddie lead you on began to all look the same, but you were too frustrated and tired to say anything to him. It had been half an hour of wandering and you could feel the heat growing behind your eyes. You were angry, you were tired, and you just wanted this day to be over. 

“Eddie. We’re lost.” You peeped. He gave you no reaction, continuing to walk a few steps ahead of you. You sighed and reluctantly followed until your forehead bounced off of Eddie’s denim-clad back with an oof. “What are-”

“Why did you do that… at Carver’s party? Why?” Eddie’s voice was quiet and shaky. It scared you. He didn’t turn to look at you, too afraid that your face was going to contort into the answer he was dreading to know. You reach your hand to touch his shoulder and he flinches. Your confusion and anger were transforming in front of you into melancholy sympathy.

“Eddie I-” He turned to you and his face took the words from your mouth. The close to setting sun reflected all of the lights in his chocolate brown eyes. His lip trembled softly and his nose scrunched slightly. He was on the defensive, but he was really hurt. You had never seen this side of Eddie Munson and you were unsure if anyone had. 

“Eddie, I was just joking.” Eddie mocked you. “Oh, Eddie, I just thought that it would be funny if me, the most perfect girl in fucking Hawkins would ask you, the freak, out on a date… Is that it, princess? Did I damage your reputation by rejecting you in front of everyone? How’d the joke turn out? Huh?” Eddie’s words cut through you and those pesky tears finally spilled. You kept your disappointed scowl.

“Don’t fucking cry at me. You’re just a mean fucking girl who was fucking popular. Now you’re a nobody. You hang out with fucking losers. But at least we’re fucking honest.” You felt everything spinning as Eddie’s words drowned you.

“I was being fucking honest!” You shove the boy by his broad shoulders and your words and strength throw him off balance. "God! Why is that so fucking hard to believe? Why would I do that to you? Why wouldn’t you just fucking trust me?!” 

Eddie lunged at you, his hands flying to your cheeks and tears spilling from his own lashes. Your world stopped. His lips were rough against yours, a warm welcome. You didn’t know how much your body hid its want for him through your anger. But still, you pulled away and Eddie’s pale cheeks were brandished with a welt from your hand. Both of your chests heaved, the air feeling thick around you. Eddie could see the anger in your eyes, but he could feel the want you were emanating to him as well. He lunged at your hips, pushing you into the forest of corn behind you. Before you could mutter his name in protest, his lips were back on yours. 

Eddie wanted to devour you whole, his lips greedy against yours - greedy to explore every part of your mouth, to feel your tongue in his. You obliged him happily, your heart backflipping with sudden satisfaction. Your body had forgotten how long you yearned for Eddie’s touch. It had been six months since you asked Eddie out, and six months of hating him because you thought he hated you. It was years of stealing looks at the brunette while he wasn’t looking - years of giggling under your hand at one of his cafeteria rants, all in secret because you weren’t supposed to like him. All of the butterflies in your stomachs, the curt smiles, the wanting - all leading up to this moment. Your skin felt like it was going to explode, hot under his touch. His grip on your hip and lower back was bruising. You took a moment to catch your breath as the metalhead’s plush lips trailed from the corners of your mouth down to your neck. You gasped as he sucked an unforgiving bruise onto your neck. Eddie shushed you with a soothing lick to his art on your skin.

“Eddie…” you wanted to carry your authority, but your warning came out as a plea. Eddie raised his head so he could meet your gaze.

“Gotta keep quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to hear us now, do you?” Eddie chided, your eyes rolled in annoyance but you were frozen. If Eddie wasn’t making all of the thoughts leave your head, you would be even more annoyed; whatever kind of dominance you tried to assert over him, he could make it all disappear with one touch - one smirk. The boy’s nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans without his eyes leaving yours. You mustered up all of the strength you could so you didn’t melt into him.

“I’m still fucking…mad at you, Eddie.” You panted. Eddie let out a soft moan of praise when his name left your mouth. The heat that pooled in your cheeks drained into your core. Eddie’s palm pressed against your abdomen as he sank his hand under your panties. His index finger swiped through your folds and you moaned. His free hand flew up to your mouth and he shot you a pointed look.

“It doesn’t feel like you’re very mad at me, doll” he sneered. “Unless that’s the kind of thing that gets you off…” He stuck his ring finger into your already soaked hole and your eyes fluttered. Eddie’s eyes bore into your fluttering orbs. “Show me how mad you are.”

If it was a challenge Eddie wanted, you were eager to accept. Your hands quickly mirrored his, fumbling with the elaborate buckle at his lithe hips. When you found purchase at the band of his boxers, his hand flew from your mouth to your lower back, already desperate to ground himself. The girl that he had been in love with for a year, the girl he never thought would like him back, the girl he hated so much because he loved her, was here with you now - albeit in the middle of a corn maze was not ideal - and he was rapidly losing his cool (as you could feel). You run your palm over his hardening cock. Eddie’s fingers stilled inside you as it was his turn to screw his eyes shut and try not to make any noise. You had to admit that his length was impressive. Even not fully erect yet, you could tell that he would be a mouthful. You could feel the saliva drooling in your mouth. You were growing desperate to taste him, but even more desperate to have the curly haired boy writhe underneath you.

You grabbed at Eddie’s wrist inside your pants and pulled him off of you. His face contorted in confusion then nervous anticipation as you lowered yourself to your knees and traced your hands down the tops of his toned thighs. A huff of anxious breath and your hands pulling down his boxers later and Eddie was fully exposed to you.

“You sure you want me to show you, Eds?” Your doe eyes challenged him from under him and you felt his knees buckle. You couldn’t suppress your giggle. You gave Eddie one last look as you kitten licked the tip of his reddening cock. He let out a hiss and threw his head back. You looked up at his bobbing Adam's apple and couldn’t help but think how beautiful his neck would look decorated with hickeys similar to the one you have. You Wrapped your mouth around his tip and sucked hard, continuing to bob up and down on his length until your eyes watered and a gag was threatening the back of your throat. There was no way you could fit all of him in your mouth, but you would be damned if you didn’t try.  Eddie bit his lip so hard you would be tasting blood the next time he kissed you. You pushed yourself to Eddie’s base and smirked as you could hear the boy above you cursing and muttering. Eddie didn’t know what to do with himself, where to put his hands. He was full of helium; so light that he was going to drift away. He planted his hands within your hair, gripping your locks and pulling. When Eddie pulled your hair, you moaned into him, which sent him barreling too close to his impending orgasm. 

“Y/N, please” Eddie whimpered. His desperate voice was pathetic, it made your pussy flutter. You pulled your mouth off of him and looked at him quizzically. “You gotta stop. I’m gonna -” You cut him off by shoving him all the way back into your mouth. You pushed farther than you had before, his manicured hairs meeting your face. The drool leaked out the sides of your mouth and onto his balls and you could feel Eddie’s painfully hard cock twitch at the back of your throat. You gagged and pulled yourself back off of the desperate boy. He couldn’t help but moan loudly and tighten his grip in your hair. 

“But, you can’t come yet…. I’m not done with you.” Your eyes darkened and Eddie knew that he was to obey. You went back to work on his leaking tip. You flattened your tongue on him, tasting his salty precum and you moaned with satisfaction. Your nails dragged across his denim clad thighs. You were desperate for him to unravel, just for you. His babble of praises and curses under his breath spurred you on harder. You snake your hand down to cup his balls. Your name was sung from Eddie’s mouth like a prayer. You hummed into his twitching cock, a final encouragement for Eddie to cum. Ropes of Eddie’s orgasm hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him. You continued to bob your head, working Eddie through the waves of his finish. He pulled you off of him with a whimper and a puff of his chest. 

You rise back from your knees, thumbing a rogue drop of cum that escaped from the side of your mouth. Eddie’s golden brown eyes were black, his pale skin flushed a beautiful pink. You knew it already, but right now solidified it for you - Eddie Munson was a fallen angel. His porcelain complexion seemed to glow in the setting sun. His eyelashes kissed the apples of his cheeks when he closed his eyes. His brows furrowed perfectly across his forehead. His ringlet curls framed his face like one of the most beautiful paintings you had ever seen. You thought Eddie would be angry, or so turned on that he would take his frustration out on you, but your hopes dissolved when the darkness in Eddie’s eyes didn’t reflect the lust you anticipated, but a melancholy guilt. You looked to him, scared that you had made a mistake - that he was then going to turn around and say that he wanted to go back to being strangers… something that you couldn’t imagine doing, now that this line had been crossed. 

You hated to admit it, as much as you assumed he did too, but you were an idiot. You let appearances and pride get in the way. You reached out to touch him but he recoiled from your touch, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Eddie-”

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you at Carver’s party.” His words were low, barely above a whisper. You caught your breath as your pesky tears bullied their way to your waterline. The only thing the two of you could hear was the distant laughter of other maze-goers and the soft rustling of leaves. Eddie took a step towards you, his eyes daring to look into yours for a split second.

“I-I never thought you would ever like someone like me…” Eddie’s hand found your cheek and rubbed small circles into your skin. “I thought if I couldn’t love you like I wanted to, it would be easiest to drive you away. I thought it was just a joke, you know, someone like you wanting to go out with someone like me…” Eddie’s voice cracked. His eyes grew glassy.

“Eddie…” You peeped. “I would never do anything like that to anyone, especially you. I really liked you.. Fuck I do really like you. That’s why it hurt so much when you shut me down. I… I couldn’t fucking take it.” You peel your eyes away from him, you wouldn’t dare look at him after your confession. The walls you had built were slowly coming down, but you were terrified of letting him in fully, with what he had put you through before. You were scared of Eddie Munson, you were scared of him because you love him.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His toned arms wrapped around your hips and he pulled you into his chest. You could hear how hard the boy’s heart was beating. Yours felt like it was slowly being put back together with every beat you felt. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I really want to start over and try again… If you’ll let me. He pulls away from you enough to study your face. You hold his stare, desperately searching for any uncertainty in Eddie’s eyes. He looks at you fully with sorrow and adoration. You nod slowly, still scared but hopeful. 

Eddie’s lips meet yours again, but his approach was soft, giving you ample time to pull away from him, but to his surprise (and delight), you didn’t. His lips brushed yours like you were made of rose petals, he was desperate to appreciate you, but didn’t want you to fall apart in his grasp. His lips moved against yours, both of you trying to pour your feelings and unsaid words into your kiss. Eddie’s tongue swiped against your bottom lip in a silent ask to kiss you deeper. You open for him and let your tongue glide into his mouth as well. You mewl into him as your arms reach around his neck. You pull away and Eddie rests his forehead on yours. 

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Eddie offers. “As much as I like this, I think you deserve to be taken out on an actual date, or at least to my place where we can actually talk” You giggled and a smile spread across Eddie’s face. He had no idea how much he needed to make you laugh. If there was anything that he wanted to achieve in his life from this point on, it was to be the reason you laughed. You twirled a piece of his locks in your finger and peered up at him.

“I would really like that, Eddie.” He smiled at you and pulled himself away to do up your jeans. He reached for your hand and pulled you back towards the opening the two of you had made. He dropped your hand when you had returned to the dirt path of the maze. You walked mostly in silence, but let your shoulders knock. Eddie’s eyes migrated to your hands when his mind drifted.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Can… Can I hold your hand?” You didn’t let Eddie respond before grabbing his calloused hands. Both of you couldn’t hold back the smiles that split across your faces. You took your time walking through the maze, cherishing the dwindling time the two of you had together. 

-

It had been close to half an hour since Robin and Jonathan had met up with Nancy and Steve. 

“Maybe we should send in a recon team to recover Eddie’s corpse… god knows Y/N has killed him by now.” Robin sneered. 

“Oh come off it, Robin… if they aren’t here within the next 10 minutes, Jonathan and I will go get them” Steve offered, hands resting firmly on his hips. 

Your figures emerge from the mouth of the maze, illuminated by the bright moon in the darkening sky. Your hands had dropped when you came into view of your exit, but your bodies remained closer than when you entered. 

“Rough night?” Robin prodded. You laughed and rolled your eyes while Nancy elbowed the blonde in her ribs. 

“Yeah you could say that,” you giggled. You flashed Eddie a knowing smile and his hand went to his head as he looked to the ground. 

“I thought we weren’t gonna fucking make it.” He jested.

“Yeah right, you were the one that kept making wrong turns.” Your banter was back, but the rest of the group noticed the light-heartedness of your tone. Steve smiled in a small approval. He was worried he was going to have to kick Eddie’s ass tonight, but he was hopeful that things had gone well. 

“Let’s get out of here, I have had enough of this maze and our movies aren’t going to watch themselves.” You send a small elbow to Eddie’s arm as the six of you head for Eddie’s van. Nancy wraps her arm in yours as you push to the front of the group.

“So… how did it go?” Nancy asked, your face couldn’t help the rouge that grew on your cheeks. 

“It actually went pretty well.” you bit down on your lip to hide the smile creeping on your face. 

“Girl, what is that on your neck?”

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Skate date

Summary: a cute little date night at the roller rink with Eddie 🩷🩵🛼

Authors note: this is like the second or third fic I post so please be kind it is a fluffy readerxeddie. I recently went to skate at the roller rink and got inspired it was such a fun place and we seriously need to bring them back.

It was a cool Friday night, and you and Eddie were planning your next date. After some discussion, the two of you decided to go to the local roller rink, which was having a special couples' night. You had skated before so you were confident to a certain extent and super excited to show Eddie, who had only been skating once or twice before.

As you arrived at the rink, the sound of upbeat music filled the air, and the neon lights illuminated the space. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafted from the snack bar, and the chatter of excited couples filled the air. You led Eddie to the rental booth, where you both rented a pair of skates. Eddie laced up his skates fast while you were looking all around the room full of couples and red florescent lights shining off the disco ball. As soon as you were done the two of you made your way to the rink.

You stepped onto the smooth, polished floor, you felt the familiar thrill of gliding on wheels. Eddie, on the other hand, looked nervous, his legs wobbling beneath him. You smiled reassuringly and took his hand, guiding him slowly around the rink.

At first, Eddie was hesitant, his movements jerky and uncertain. But as the two of you circled the rink, his confidence grew, and he began to skate with more ease. He even tried to copy some of your moves, earning a giggle from you when he stumbled and nearly fell. He maintained a death grip on your hand and lightly apologized when he stumbled trying not to bring you down with him.

As the night wore on, you and Eddie skated hand in hand, weaving in and out of the other couples on the rink. Every time Eddie stumbled, you were there to catch him, and he rewarded you with sweet, lingering kisses.

At one point, you suggested to skate a bit faster. Somehow eddie trips and takes his first tumble of the night falling on his butt. It’s so cute to see a tough man with a hard leather exterior look like Bambi on ice. He was trying which was the best part. Eventually eddie left to sit in a booth just watching you skate around the a bit. As you got closer to him he got up and asked if you wanted to play some games in the arcade that the rink had.

Many games like table hockey, skee ball and Pac-Man. He let you win most of the time when you were playing against each other but when it came to Dance Dance Revolution he got really cocky. He’s Stretching near the machine and cracking his knuckles while you laugh and try looking for a song. During the battle you kept looking at Eddie and he looked so serious not missing a beat. The song finished and Eddie was crowned the winner on the screen, Puffy and out of breath you look at each other and smile.

the DJ announced the last song of the night, and you and Eddie took to the rink once more, skating slowly and tenderly to the romantic ballad. As the song came to an end, Eddie pulled you close, and the two of you shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Leaving the roller rink, you noticed a photo booth in the corner of the room. "Hey, Eddie, do you want to take a few pictures together?" you asked, pointing to the booth.

Eddie looked a little hesitant at first, but you reassured him that it would be fun, and he eventually agreed. The two of you climbed into the photo booth, and the curtain closed behind you.

Inside the booth, you could hear the camera click as you posed for the first few photos, making silly faces and sticking out your tongues. But as the final photo approached, you looked at Eddie and smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"Let's do something a little different for the last photo," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Eddie was surprised at first but quickly leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The camera flashed, capturing the moment forever.

As you stepped out of the photo booth, you could see the photo strip printing out two strips of black and white pictures that said “the perfect pair” with a red heart. the last photo showing the two of you locked in a loving embrace. you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Well, I think we just nailed our audition for the next romantic comedy," you joked, holding up the photo strip.

Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," he said, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

You laughed and gave him a playful shove back. "I never said you were bad, just a little wobbly on the skates," you teased, earning a playful groan from Eddie.

"But hey, you improved a lot throughout the night," you added, smiling at him warmly. "And we had so much fun together."

Eddie grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I did have a good time. Thanks for being patient with me," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You felt your heart swell with affection for him. "Of course, Eddie. I always enjoy spending time with you," you replied, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.

When you and Eddie got to the his van and he clipped the photo strip on his sun visor without thinking twice about it. As he drove you home he held on to your thigh singing along to the soft music.

finally standing outside your house next to the drivers window looking at Eddie and saying the last goodbyes with a few added extra kisses. “I’ll always have my girl with me” is the last thing he said before he looked up at the picture and drove off.

You stand there while your heart is bursting holding out the picture and giving it a tiny kiss before doing a little giddy happy dance that followed some cute muffled shrieks. As soon as you entered the house you ran the bedroom and went straight to the vanity desk. kissing the picture one last time and placing it on the edge of mirror holding it in place with some glitter heart stickers.

[im-robins-bitch]

Just a lil blurb about Robins first time kissing you

Your feet kick against Robin’s under her blanket and she recoils at their icy touch. 

It makes you giggle, the sound muffled slightly by the pillow your cheek is smushed into, the same pillow Robin is resting on. 

Her cheeks are dusted pink, making her freckles all the more endearing along with her glassy blue eyes. Her hair is mused over the pillow, it had been carefully styled before the party at Steve's but now it’s a collection of cowlicks and knotty strands. 

She kicks you back, hitting your calf in revenge. She curls her foot around the muscle, bringing your legs closer to hers. 

"Are you cold? She asks. You nod although really, after how much you drank, you can’t tell if your cold or not.  

Her legs wrap around yours and every meeting point feels electric. Her calf in between yours, her thighs pressing into yours. 

Her skin is soft as a peach, and the vanilla and cinnamon body lotion she uses only makes her more appealing. You can feel the slight prickle of her leg hair starting to grow back in and your mind wanders like it always does, to how the rest of her skin would feel. 

She draws back your attention by squeezing your hand. Your fingers had been entwined for half the night. Drunk best friends, that was all it was. 

Only your other best friends don't make your pulse race. You don't avert your gaze from Steve when he reaches up and exposes his stomach from fear of drooling. You don't look at Nancy while talking and lose your entire train of thought. 

There's certainly no one else you would want to be wound around in bed, noses almost brushing as you whisper secrets to each other. 

Robin's thumb rubs your wrist, bumping against the friendship bracelet she made you when she was bored one shift. The threads are tattered and the colour is blanched because you refuse to take it off. 

She must feel how quickly your heart is racing, as her thumb presses into your pulse. How can she not notice what she does to you? Time spent with anyone but her feels wasted. You only come to every one of Steve's get-togethers because Robin is also always there. 

Last week you spent an hour carefully painting each of her nails. You savoured rubbing in the hand cream you insisted she needed for the full spa day experience. Your fingers traced every ridge, vein and wrinkle, because you had to make sure it was all soaked in. 

You feel her breath against your chin as she blinks up at you, her responses are slow from the shots you had both done earlier. Some of her lashes are sticking together to make a triangle. You reach your pinky out and brush them apart, making her eyes flutter shut. 

“Tell me another secret?” You whisper. 

It’s your favourite game, swapping secrets. You feel yourself growing closer to Robin with every secret she spills. You know it’s silly, but you also hope that one day the secret-spilling from her lips will be that she likes you. 

Her freckled cheeks grow warmer, her nose turning a rosy colour. You know that means this secret is going to be good. She nuzzles further into the pillow and consequently closer to you. 

She whispers her secret to you, voice so low that if you hadn’t been staring at her lips, watching how they moved to form each word, you wouldn’t have been able to piece together what she said. 

“I’ve never been kissed”

It startles you so much that you go to sit up, but your tangled legs don’t co-operate so you end up falling back down. Your shared pillow puffs up and the rush of air makes Robin's hair fly up and then float back down again. 

Your wide eyes stare into hers. For once you don’t get lost contemplating them because it’s just so unbelievable a secret to be true. “You can’t lie,” You insist, shaking your head and jostling hers from its resting place. 

She pulls herself up on her elbows, drawing her legs out from around yours and you immediately regret your words. “I’m not lying” She huffs. 

“What about-”

“No one. I’ve kissed no one,” Her fingers grip the comforter tight, she tries to move away from you but you pull her back down. Her back hits the mattress, causing the bed to bounce slightly, her arms falling back down to her sides. 

You crawl on top of her, holding yourself up on your forearms as you hover over her. The shots have made you bold it seems. You lean in, and for a second Robin thinks you might kiss her, just to make her a liar. 

Robins's eyes close, but all she feels is your breath against her lips. 

“I don’t believe it” You whisper.

She cocks one eye open and then the other when she sees you’re not leaning in further, just waiting for some kind of explanation. One she doesn’t particularly feel like supplying you with. “Why? Because I’m 20 and it's just too pathetic?”

You shake your head, shushing her with a finger to her lips. Your arm feels like it’s been zapped. Just the side of your finger touching her lips makes your body shiver, you can’t imagine how it would feel to touch her more intimately. You don’t think your body could physically cope.

“You’re just so beautiful Robbie, I mean look at you,” Your finger lifts from her lips, replaced by your thumb. Her breathing hitches and you decide to take it as a good sign rather than a bad one. 

“Your lips are made for kissing, they’re so pink,” Your thumb moves to push down against her bottom lip, “ and so soft”  Your thumb traces her top lip now, dragging back and forth, “and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cupid’s bow so perfect” 

Robins's face is scarlet now, you can see it even in the glow of an orange-hued lamp. 

She gulps, her hand coming up to fist at your flimsy pyjama top. She can feel the frantic beating of your heart through the shirt. It’s what encourages her next decision.. “If my lips are so perfect, why aren’t you kissing them?”

You don’t hesitate as you press your lips to hers. 

masterlist

[lucky-bucky-boy]

could you write something abt eddie munson meeting a new girl in town? it doesn't have to be smut ty!!!!!!!

tw: alcohol consumption, slight description of reader having tattoos

The murmur of the slightly run-down dive bar was nothing new to Eddie, the same customers, the same stale beer, the same old songs playing on the jukebox. To an extent, he enjoyed the familiarity and routine that the place offered.

Every Tuesday, after a grueling 8-hour shift at the auto shop a mile down the road, Eddie would stop in for a beer. He'd offer his conversation and flirtation to Ms. Caroline, the older lady who'd been working in the bar well before Eddie was even old enough to form a thought, which would usually end in him not paying for the bottle of semi-warm liquid. But not today.

Eddie was stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into a much more brightly lit bar, quickly noticing the smell of cleaning solutions and the fact that the curtains were drawn and the sunshine was beating in. Thunderstruck by AC/DC was coming from the jukebox and for a moment he thought he was in the wrong place - but the old, almost yellowed sound machine let him know that he wasn't.

"Come on in, we're still open! Just getting some things cleaned up and updated, hun!" A voice he didn't recognize carried from behind the bar causing his gaze to move to where the sound came from.

Eddie's throat immediately went dry but his feet were already moving to the bar, curiosity peaking about the new face. He found his normal seat, scanning to notice the small changes. The mirror behind the bottles was cleaned, some postcards and letters were stuck to the glass of it, and at the end of the bar laid some swatches of fabric and paint chips as well as multiple bottles of cleaner.

"What can I getcha?" The girl in front of him asked, a bright and warm smile on her face.

"I - uh-" Eddie cleared his throat, finally coming back to Earth, "The cheapest bottle of beer you've got."

"Oh! You must be Eddie then," the girl giggled and for a moment Eddie thought he could hear angels singing, "Ms. Caroline told me about you. Warned me about the best head of hair and smile in town. She also told me to tell you this one's on her." The girl slid the bottle of beer over to him.

Eddie quickly took a swig, noticing immediately the cool temperature of it. "Oh really?" he asked after swallowing down the yellow liquid, "Speaking of my favorite old lady, where's she at?"

"She's on a vacation. Went out to Indianapolis to visit her son and daughter-in-law for a week. When I got here a couple weeks back she told me she hadn't had a vacation in over 5 years, and ain't even seen her son in almost 2. Old owners wouldn't let her take a break."

Eddie was listening, or at least he was trying to, but he couldn't stop looking at the tattoos that adorned the skin he could see on the girl in front of him. He was curious more than anything, seeing the solid lines and intricate details of every piece of art she had littered across her skin. It took him more than a second to process what she had told him. "Old owners?"

"Yep," she popped the 'p', holding back a smirk as she watched Eddie. "Just spent my savings on this place so she's all mine."

At this point, Eddie was impressed and reeling. His eyes finally moved from her arms to look at her face, flushing a bright red when he noticed she was watching him as she continued to clean bottles of liquor. "Sorry, your tattoos look sick and I-"

"Not used to girls having tattoos or owning a bar?" She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Uh, yeah, to both of those." He chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he was acting like he never talked to a girl before. He took another swig of his beer before continuing, "Not used to it, but definitely not complaining."

She giggled once more, "Good." She placed her rag and bottle down, moving to lean her elbows on the bar, head in her hands as she looked at Eddie. "I'm (Y/N), by the way. And I've got a bit of a proposition for you Eddie."

He cocked his eyebrows, looking at her from down the bottle as he finished his beer with a soft nod to continue.

"Well, your favorite old lady said you were a bit of a handyman. Aaand," she drew as the word, tone sounding as sweet as candy," as you can tell, I'm fixing some things up and trying to turn this place around. I could use some help, aespecially since I don't know many people here yet. Whatcha say? I'll let you continue with your free cheap beers and throw in a few hundred dollars for every job you finish for me."

Eddie chuckled softly himself, smiling a bit, "You had me at free beers, sweetheart."

[flemuer]

I needddd inspo! If there’s any other suggestions I’m so open but these are my mains 🤭

[peachy-skies-writings]

Headcanon Requests are Open!

Hey everyone,

I've decided to try out requests by opening them for headcanons only. If it goes well, I might open up my requests for fics.

Currently, I only write fluff or angst. I'm building my way up to writing smut (I'm nervous). These will be x reader (pls specify if you want male or female. If you don't, I'll just do GN!)

I'll write them asap but I work and study full time so might have a lil delay on them.

Please see below a list of people I'll do headcanons for below the cut :D If there's anything you're not sure of, please ask.

Stardew Valley

Bachelors

Bachelorettes

Voltron Legendary Defender

Shiro

Keith

Lance

Hunk

Allura

Coran

Lotor

Mass Effect

Garrus

Kaiden

Miranda

Tali

Liara

Thane

Dragon Age

Alistair

Fenris

Anders

Isabella

Solas

Cullen

Sera

Cassandra

Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Karlach

Shadowheart

Lae'Zel

Halsin

Stranger Things

Steve

Eddie

Robin

[differentloveletter]

I hate you Munson

Eddie x reader cw: cussing

You walked in the cafeteria to sit at the table with the cheer team. You were friends with the leader Chrissy. You sigh softly as you hear a yell from the other side of the room causing you and the table to look.

"AS LONG AS YOUR INTO BANDS, OR SCIENCE OR... parties., OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS"

You rolls your eyes as you stand "Jesus Christ." You mutter as you walk off to the bathroom. Then eddie got in your way as he side eyes you "after you," he moves out the way "fuck off" you keep walking as you roll your eyes. He chuckles and turns to his table as he ponits your way, "now that's a Vecna" he sits down. You hated Eddie everything about him and well the feeling is mutual. Later class started and you sat in the middle Eddie sat in the back.

"Today we will be paring partners" the teacher says bored "grab a Buddy." You lay your head down on you're arms, you didn't have friends in that class and you just waited until someone comes to you. Soon everyone got there partners then you got a tap on your head. "Y/n wake up."

Then you heard that agitating voice as you sit up "nope nope." You shake your head waving your hands "I'm good-" "I don't want to be your partner either but your the only one left" he slams his hands on the table saying it fast to shut you up. You sigh as you glare "whatever." You sit back crossing your arms. He looked at you as he sat on your desk smirking then looking at the paper

You stare at the male. Christ this is gonna be hell. You mutter "we aren't going to my house to do the project I can't bring boys home." You look at him. He looks at you "well lucky you. I have a spot."

Soon after school you went to that spot. You walked in the woods as you look around you see a bench then you sit down waiting for Eddie as you got out the supplies. "Boo!"

You jump up pulling out your knife on him as you leaned back on the table alerted. He raises his hands fast "calm down its just me." He blinks then he smiles awkwardly. "Damn it Munson make yourself known next time" you glare putting your knife back in your bra. He stares as he blinks "yeah-" he smirks and goes to the other side sliding off his jacket

You mutter "fuck I hate you" you glare. He sits as he crossed his arms looking at you. "Come on let's hurry up then." You put your hair behind your ear as you grab the paper and look down at it reading it "we need to put a poster together and then write a es- what the fuck are you doing?!" He was walking around as he turns "what? Your doing the work right?" "Now why would I do this shit by myself?" He shrugs "I thought you was smart" "listen. I'm not playing no games with you you gonna come over here sit your ass down and help me with this work!" You yell at him

He looked at you as he walks over to the bench and sits "alright miss.." he stares at you. You glared and sit down. Soon later you guys got work done you started the essay Eddie started the poster. You would glance at him as you corrected him just to fuck with him since you didn't like him that much he did the same to you which returned to a smack to his head. Soon you finished and you got up. "Alright, good job your not so dumb."Eddie said as he stood up, "Says the one who hasn't graduated yet" you look him up and down the start walking off

"IM TAKING MY TIME!" He yells at you then you flip him off. He sighs and shakes his head as he crossed his arms then got his stuff and went home. You got home and sat on the phone with Chrissy "how was the studyyyy"Chrissy asked excited. You mumble "it was alright he is pretty stupid" you chuckle as you eat your cookie you had in your hand. "He's not as bad as you think" she says to you. "What have you talked to him or something?" You take another bite of the cookie "plus he's a held back who wants to hang out with him, he's like a grown man" "come on y/n I know you two have this hate relationship but what if it turns to lovers or something" "Chrissy. Wake up this isn't a story" "yeah I guess so." She giggles "I have to go. I'll see you tommrow! Bye!" "Bye bye" you hang up

You lay back in bed as you think about how long you two are going to have to be partners your even gonna have to sit next him, you had to prepare yourself for that and you sure wasn't ready to sit infront of his man for the next month. Eddie felt the same he thought you where annoying and selfish he had his own reasons.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[chubbyreaderchan]

What about Billy Hargrove x Henderson! Reader who is Dustin's older sister/sibling who was studying abroad and came home like maybe season 3 ish or just it's own Stranger Things AU.

I feel like I need to catch up on Stranger Things though cuz I have a feeling Eddie Munson would be fun because they'd be super nerdy and deeply into D&D and like they were the forever DM for the party for years.

Ahhhh

[springtyme]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♡

Steve Harrington x afab!reader || Masterlist || Steve playlist

summary: A year has past since you left for college, but now you’re back in Hawkins for the summer and reunited with your best friend Steve. The friend who you have been in love with since forever.

word count: 14.4k

warning/tags: Smut (18+, mdni!) No Upside Down au. Language. Smoking. Food/eating. Childhood friends to lovers. Fluff. Thigh riding. Tit sucking. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Blow jobs. Protected p in v. Haven’t been beta or proofread.

You drum your hand against the wheel off your dad’s car as the familiar streets of Hawkins pass by outside. The summer breeze swooping over your face through the rolled down window, tingling your skin as it carries a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. 

It’s been a year since you left for college, and you came back last night to spend the summer with your family. The small town hasn’t changed much, but you can’t help but notice the few subtle differences in the familiar surroundings as you drive towards Family Video.   

You can’t wait to see Steve again, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves at the thought of reuniting with him. You were actually not supposed to return to Hawkins until next week, but after being away for a whole year you had made the decision to come home a little earlier. So, here you are, cruising down Main Street, heading towards the one place you know Steve will be. Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, your best friend in the whole world, and the boy you’ve been in love with since middle school, but that love has always remained unspoken. Your feelings for Steve being your deepest secret. 

As you pull up to the familiar red brick building of Family Video and park a little down the street from the store, you spot Steve’s merlot colored BMW and your heart skips a beat. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stepping out on the sidewalk, the pavement beneath your feet echoing the memories of your childhood, all the times you and Steve had rented movies together, arguing over which one to choose and then staying up all night watching them and talking about everything and nothing, the laughter and the inside jokes shared between the two of you. 

Steve was always there, effortlessly charming and protective. The thought of seeing Steve after almost a year sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You wonder if he feels the same way, if he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him. The anticipation builds with every passing step, and you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you approach the building.

You can’t help but smile as you push open the door and are immediately greeted by the familiar sight of rows and rows of VHS tapes, the little bell above the door chiming merrily as you enter. The store is quiet, except for the soft humming of fluorescent lights and the gentle whir of VHS tapes being rewound. And there he is. Steve is standing behind the counter, his hair perfectly styled as always. You feel how your smile widens as you spot him, exactly as you remember him. His arms bulking under the short sleeves of his t-shirt, and you feel how your smile turns softer as you spot the little orange name tag reading ‘Steve’ tagged to the right side of his green work vest.       

Steve’s eyes widen as he catches sight of you, and a wide grin spreads across his face. Your name escaping from his lips in a surprised squeal. And before you even get to step much further into the store, Steve’s already placed his hands on the counter and in his excitement to see you he jumps over it, too eager to use the extra five seconds it would take to go around it. 

You let out a surprised giggle as Steve vaults over the obstacle, landing gracefully in front of you. His honey brown eyes sparkle with delight, mirroring the joy radiating from your own. Without a second thought, he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, enveloping you in warmth and familiarity. The familiar scent of his cologne envelopes you as he pulls you close, his arms wrapping securely around your body.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until next week,” Steve murmurs into your hair, his voice filled with genuine affection and happy surprise. 

“I wasn’t, but I thought I would surprise you, I flew in last night,” you reply, a smile playing on your lips as you lean back to look at his face. Steve’s smile widens even further, his eyes sparkling with happiness. 

“Well, surprise me, you did!” he exclaims, his tone laced with excitement. You feel a rush of relief wash over you as you realize that Steve is just as happy to see you as you are to see him. It’s not that you had thought he wouldn’t be, but it’s still nice to be confirmed about it. “I’ve missed you,” he admits, his voice soft and sincere. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you reply, feeling a wave of warmth and affection wash over you. For a moment, you both just stand there, holding onto each other, caught up in the emotions of the reunion. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in the warm hug. 

Eventually, Steve pulls back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looks into your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I’m so glad you’re back,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. 

“Me too,” you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. “You got plans later?” you ask, not wanting to waste a single moment of your time back in Hawkins. 

Steve shakes his head, his smile widening. “Nope, nothing I can’t blow off, I just have to work for another three hours or so and then I’m all yours,” he replies with a wink. You feel a surge of happiness at his words, knowing that you have the whole evening to spend with Steve.

“You don’t have to blow off plans because of me,” you say, even though you know you would do the same for him in a heartbeat.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just Henderson, I told him I would help him change his bike tire, he can wait till tomorrow. Besides, I’d much rather spend time with you than anything else,” Steve reassures you, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. 

You are just about to say something, what you don’t even know, the intensity of his stare making your heart race, when suddenly a loud crash echoes off the walls followed by an ‘oh, shit’. 

Robin comes bursting through the back door of the store, a sheepish expression on her face as she tries to regain her composure, a giant pile of video tapes at her feet. Steve rolls his eyes at her, but there’s a fondness in his gaze and a sweet smile on his lips as he turns away from you to help his coworker pick up the tapes she dropped. 

“I told you not to carry that many at once,” he chuckles as he squats down to help her. You can’t help but notice how nice his ass looks in those jeans he is wearing,  your face getting a little warmer as you walk over to help too. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re here!” Robin exclaims, her eyes widening in surprise as she looks up at you. 

You can’t help but grin at her, her excitement for seeing you is sweet and infectious. “I am,” you reply, smiling back at her as you begin helping to pick up the scattered VHS tapes. Robin stands up, a bright smile on her face as she hugs you tightly, which surprises you slightly, but you hug her back, nonetheless. 

Her and Steve had become friends last summer as they started to work together at Scoop Ahoy, you had already left for college by then as you had decided to start early with a summer semester. But you had had a few classes with her in high school since she was only a year younger than you and Steve and you have heard much about her from Steve’s phone calls and letters in the last year since the two of them had become such good friends

“I thought you’d first come back next week? Steve has been counting down the days like a kid waiting for Christmas,” Robin says as she lets go of you, teasing Steve as she hands him a few VHS tapes to put back on the shelves. “Do you know how much he talks about you? He practically hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left for college.”she continues with a mischievous grin. Steve blushes slightly, shooting a playful glare at Robin as he finishes organizing the tapes. 

“Shut up, Robin,” he mutters, but there is a fondness in his tone that doesn’t go unnoticed.

You laugh at Robin’s teasing, shooting a playful glare in Steve’s direction. “Oh really? I had no idea I was that missed,” you say, a hint of sarcasm in your tone as you help Steve with the tapes. 

Steve just grins sheepishly as the pink blush on cheeks darken ever so slightly. “Okay, okay, guilty as charged. I might have mentioned you a couple of times,” he admits, his eyes shining with amusement.

You can’t help but feel a warm, fluttery feeling in your chest at Steve’s admission. It’s comforting to know that he has been thinking about you as much as you have been thinking about him. You know that the feelings you have for Steve run deep, deeper than just friendship. But you also know that it’s a delicate balance, and you don’t want to ruin the friendship that means so much to you. So for now, you’ll just enjoy being back in Hawkins, spending time with Steve, and soaking up every moment of summer before you have to head back to college in the fall. 

As you finish organizing the VHS tapes with Steve and Robin, you glance over at Steve, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. You know that no matter what the future holds, you have this moment, this summer, and the memories you’ll make together to carry with you. And for now, that’s enough. Despite the feelings you have for him he is your friend first and foremost, and that will always be the most important. 

The bell over the door chimes again, and before neither you nor Steve can react, Robin has already headed for the counter, “I’ll take this one,” she exclaims, leaving you and Steve to stand alone by the back door. 

“So, yeah… That’s Robin for you,” Steve says with a chuckle, shaking his head fondly as he looks after her.

“She seems cool,” you reply, smiling at the easy camaraderie between the two of them. 

“She’s the best,” Steve says, his voice filled with genuine affection for his friend before you both fall into a short moment of silence as you both process that you’re back in Hawkins.   

“So, what do you want to do later?” Steve asks, breaking the silence, running a hand through his fluffy hair. 

“I’m up for anything,” you reply, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of spending time with Steve. Steve grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

“Well, as I said before I still have three hours left of my shift, but how about you go home and I finish up here, then I can come pick you up later, we can pick up food from Benny’s or wherever you prefer and just catch up,” he suggests. 

“That sounds perfect,” you say, feeling a warm glow of happiness at the simple yet perfect plan. Steve reaches out to take your hand, his grip warm and comforting. 

“Great,” he says, a smile playing on his lips. “It’s good to have you back.”

You squeeze his hand in return, feeling the familiar warmth of his touch. “It’s good to be back.”

With a final squeeze of your hand, Steve turns back towards the counter, leaving you with a smile on your face as you head out of the store. The early afternoon sun, warm and golden as you make your way back to your dad’s car. As you drive home, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The familiar sights and sounds of Hawkins fill you with a sense of nostalgia, but also a renewed sense of excitement for the summer ahead. You can’t wait to spend more time with Steve, catching up on everything that’s happened in the past year and just enjoying each other’s company.

· · · · · 

Steve can’t help but look out the glass door even long after you left, a smile still lingering on his lips. Robin watches him with a knowing smile, leaning against the counter.

“Looks like you’re happy she’s back,” she teases, raising an eyebrow. Steve turns to her, a genuine smile on his face. 

“Of course I am, I’ve missed her,” he admits, his voice soft. Robin nods in understanding, her expression softening. 

“I can tell, It’s good to see you two back together, it’s like you never missed a beat,” she says, her tone filled with warmth. Steve’s smile grows at her words, grateful for her understanding. 

“Yeah, she’s my best friend. Always has been,” he says, his eyes reflecting the truth of his words but he knows that there’s more to it than just friendship, at least from his part. He’s loved you for so long, but he’s always been too afraid to say anything, worried that it might ruin the bond you share. 

Robin nods in agreement, a small teasing smile on her lips. “You should tell her, you know,” Robin says, her tone gentle but firm. Steve looks at her, surprise evident in his expression. 

“Tell her what?” he asks, even though he knows exactly what she’s referring to. Robin rolls her eyes, shaking her head slightly.

 “That you’re in love with her, you idiot,” she says, her teasing smile turning into a knowing one. Steve’s heart skips a beat at her words, the weight of his feelings for you suddenly feeling heavier. He runs a hand through his hair, contemplating her suggestion. 

“I can’t,” he finally says, the words heavy with regret. “I can’t risk losing her.” 

Robin gives him a sympathetic look, understanding his fear but also seeing the longing in his eyes. “You won’t know until you try, Steve. Life is too short to hold back on your feelings,” she says, her voice gentle but firm. 

Steve sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t want to ruin what we have,” he admits, his voice filled with sadness. Robin walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. 

“You won’t ruin anything, Steve. You both care about each other deeply, I can see that, and I’m like the most clueless person ever, you’ve literally told me that. So if I can see it then it must be real. If anything, being honest about your feelings might just bring you closer together,” she says, her words filled with wisdom.

“I can’t risk it, okay. Besides, how do I even know if she feels the same way?” Steve asks, his voice filled with uncertainty. “She’s also, like, way out of my league.”  

“You were literally one of the most popular boys in school, you were king Steve, for christ sake,” Robin chuckles, shaking her head.

“Yeah, and now I’m a loser working full time at Family Video while she is off to college living her best life,” Steve replies, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. 

Robin gives him a knowing look, her eyes soft. “Steve, you’re an amazing guy, and anyone would be lucky to have you. Including her,” she says, her voice reassuring. Steve looks at her, gratitude evident in his gaze. “Even if you’re a loser now. Also ouch, don’t disrespect Family Video’s dedicated employees like that.” 

Steve chuckles, a small smile tugging at his lips, but his smile quickly falls, his heart pounding heavy in his chest. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if I lose her?” he asks, his voice filled with fear. 

Robin sighs, giving him a knowing look. “You won’t know until you try. And trust me, she cares about you just as much as you care about her. Take a chance, Steve. You never know what might happen,” she says, her words filled with sincerity. 

“Hmm…” Steve hums, feeling torn as he molds her words over. His mind racing with thoughts and doubts. But deep down, he knows that Robin might be right. He can’t keep his feelings hidden forever, and if he never takes a chance, he might never know what could have been. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbles, his voice filled with uncertainty.

“Of course I am, Harrington,” she says with a smile before turning to attend to a customer who has walked into the store.

· · · · · 

You are standing in front of the full length mirror of your childhood bedroom, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. It’s been a little over four hours since you left Family Video and you know that Steve can be here any minute and as much as you want to suppress it, you can’t deny the flutter of excitement in your stomach. 

It’s weird really. You have known that you have feelings for him for years, but you have always been able to keep them in check, to keep them hidden, buried deep beneath the surface, never wanting them to potentially ruin your friendship.  

Taking a deep breath, you smooth down your outfit, trying to calm your nerves. You’ve never before been nervous to see Steve, but something about coming back after a year away has got you feeling all jittery. 

But you’re brought out of your thoughts as you hear a car pull up in the driveway, your heart skips a beat. You take one last look in the mirror, a determined look in your eyes, before heading downstairs to greet Steve. The doorbell rings, and you can feel how your heart beats a little faster in your chest.

Opening the door, you’re met with Steve’s bright smile and warm gaze. The green Family Video vest has been disposed of, and he has changed his shirt that’s now under a thin jacket as well, but he is still wearing the jeans that have been clinging to your thoughts since earlier in the day. He looks as effortlessly charming as always, even though you’re one of the few people who knows how much Farrah Fawcett spray he really goes through to get that perfect hair. You’ve been best friends forever, after all; you know all of his secrets, or so you think.

“Hey,” he says, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. His silhouette glows in the golden light of the low hanging, evening sun and it is making his brown hair shine like spun gold. You feel how your heart skips a beat at the sight of him. You’ve missed him so much and the familiar warmth of his smile makes you feel like you’re finally truly home. You are so captivated by it that it takes you a moment to notice the bouquet of bright colored flowers in his hand, your heart fluttering at the sight. 

“Hey,” you reply, softly returning his smile as you step out onto the porch. “Are those flowers?”

“Ye-yeah,” Steve stammers, a slight blush tinting his cheeks as he holds out the bouquet towards you. “You kind of surprised me, I thought I had a week more to get you a ‘welcome back’ present,” he explains, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Gee, Harrington, you really know how to make a girl feel special, if people saw us they would think you were taking me on a date or something,” you tease, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you try to play it cool, but on the inside your heart is racing. Even just the idea of Steve giving you flowers in a romantic way sends a thrill through you. 

Steve blushes slightly at your comment, a sheepish smile on his face as he hands you the bouquet. “Sorry, I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

You take the bouquet, the sweet scent of the flowers filling your nostrils as you admire them. “Don’t apologize. They’re beautiful. Thank you, Stevie,” you say, a warm smile on your face as you look up at him. The nickname falls so naturally from your lips, a nickname only you really use. You had called him Stevie Nicks after he one time in freshman year had nicked himself shaving, and had to wear a bandage on his jaw for a few days. Stevie had just kind of stuck ever since. “But you seriously didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“Maybe, not, but I wanted to,” Steve replies with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. You feel a rush of warmth in your chest at his words. “I’m glad you like them,” he adds, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I should probably get them in some water,” you say, breaking eye contact as you turn to head inside. Steve follows you, stepping through the door to follow you into the house. 

As you enter the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers, Steve takes a moment to look around your childhood home, taking in the familiar surroundings. “It’s good to have you back,” he says, his voice filled with nostalgia. 

You nod in agreement, a soft smile on your lips. “It feels good to be back,” you reply, turning to face Steve. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, the air filled with unspoken words and emotion. You notice how something flickers in Steve’s eyes, something soft, he is just about to open his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t get the chance to before your mother steps into the room, a bright smile on her face as she greets Steve warmly. 

She’s always been fond of Steve, treating him like a second son. “Steve, it’s so good to see you! How have you been?” she asks, her voice filled with genuine interest as she moves to give him a hug. Steve returns the hug, a smile on his face as he answers her questions and engages in friendly conversation while you take care of the flowers.

You watch the interaction between Steve and your mother, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight. Steve has always been welcomed with open arms in your family, and it feels so right to have him here with you, their chipper chatter turning into sweet background noise as you busy yourself with cutting the stems of the flowers, letting yourself get lost in thoughts.

“Oh, my,” your mother says, as she finally notices the giant beautiful bouquet you’re arranging, she had been so excited to talk to Steve that she hadn’t even seen what you were doing. 

“Yeah, they’re beautiful, aren’t they,” you reply with a smile, setting the vase with the now arranged flowers on the middle of the kitchen island. “They are a ‘welcome home’ present from Steve, if you can believe it,” you add with a teasing grin, glancing over at Steve who is blushing slightly at the attention. 

“Of course I can believe it. He’s always been such a gentleman,” your mother comments, giving Steve a warm smile. 

“I don’t know about that,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck a little self-consciously, but your mom simply laughs, giving him a playful look.

“Oh, come on, Steve. Don’t be modest,” she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’ve always been such a sweet boy,” she insists as she pats his arm affectionately.. 

Steve smiles back at her, his cheeks still slightly flushed. “I try to be,” he says, his voice filled with warmth. 

Your mother then turns to you, a curious glint in her eye. “So, are you two going out tonight?” she asks, a knowing smile on her face. 

“We’re just going to grab some food and catch up,” you reply, trying to play it cool, giving you mom a stern look to prevent her from teasing further. 

“Well ,I’m going to leave you to it then,” she says, “have fun, you two,” giving you both a smile before heading out of the room and leaving you and Steve alone once again. 

You turn back to Steve, a nervous energy buzzing between you. “So, Benny’s?” you suggest, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves at the prospect of spending tonight with Steve.

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” Steve replies, his smile warm and inviting as he takes a step closer to you, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. 

As you make your way out of the house and into Steve’s car, a feeling of contentment washes over you. Despite the crushing weight of your true feelings for him, being with Steve is easy, it feels like coming home. You can’t help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort as the car pulls out of the driveway and onto the familiar streets of Hawkins, the memories of your shared past flooding your mind. 

You sit in silence for a short while, Steve’s eyes firmly planted on the road ahead and yours on the passing scenery, but you can’t help occasionally glancing over at him, taking in the sight of him driving so effortlessly, his profile bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. The warmth of his presence fills you with a sense of peace, a feeling of being exactly where you’re supposed to be. 

But after a little while Steve breaks the silence, his voice gentle as he speaks. “So, what’s college like?”

“I don’t know, it’s like…” What is it like? “I mean it is cool, but…”  your voice trails off.

“But?” His voice is gentle as he prompts you to continue. 

“I don’t even know,” you confess. “It’s just different, you know? Different from high school, at least, that’s for sure.”

Steve nods in understanding, his gaze flicking over to you briefly before returning to the road. “Yeah, I can imagine. It must be a big change,” he says, his voice filled with empathy. 

“Yeah, but it’s also been good, I’ve met some amazing people and learned so much,” you explain, trying to put your feelings into words. “Got some really cool new friends.”

“Oh, should I be worried?” Steve teases, a playful glint in his eyes as he shoots you a smirk. 

You playfully nudge him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my number one,” you reassure him, a warm smile on your face as you feel a rush of affection for your best friend. Steve returns your smile, his eyes soft as he looks at you. 

“Good to know,” he says, his voice filled with warmth before another stretch of silence settles between the two of you, each lost in your own thoughts, until Steve breaks the silence yet again. “And uh… Those college boys treating you all right?”

“Yeah, they’re all right,” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual even though your heart skips a beat at his question. 

“That’s… That’s good,” Steve says, his voice laced with a hint of something you can’t quite place. 

The truth is you have never really been that interested in any of the guys you’ve met at college. You’ve kissed a few at some parties, but you’ve not been doing more than that after you left for college. None of them have made your heart race or your stomach flip like you had hoped they would. 

You had dated a few boys in highschool, and it had been nice enough, but nothing ever really felt quite right. You had told yourself that it was just a matter of finding the right person, but deep down, you had always known who that right person was. Steve. It was always Steve who made your heart race with just a smile, who made you feel warm and happy just by being in his presence. 

But you had also always pushed those feelings down, telling yourself that it was just a silly crush on your best friend, that it was normal to have those feelings for someone you were so close to. But deep down, you knew that you were doomed.

It had been hard to see Steve be the popular guy in high school, dating other girls and being adored by everyone, while you stayed by his side as his best friend, silently loving him from afar. But you never let it show, always supportive and happy for him, even though it hurt to see him with someone else.

 But now, sitting beside him in the car after being apart for so long, the weight of your feelings for him is pressing heavy on your chest. 

“And how have you been?” you ask, changing the subject slightly, your voice laced with genuine interest. 

Steve shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “I’ve been good. Just working and hanging out, nothing too exciting,” he replies, his tone casual. But you can see a hint of something in his eyes, a depth that hints at more going on beneath the surface. 

“Just same old, same old, huh?” you tease, a playful glint in your eyes as you look over at him. 

Steve chuckles, a warm sound that fills the car. “Yeah, pretty much,” he replies, his smile widening. 

“Hanging out with Robin,” you tease with a lifted brow and a little smile. 

Steve chuckles, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “Yeah, Robin has been keeping me entertained, that’s for sure,” he admits, a playful glint in his eyes. “But she’s a good friend, you know that.” 

You nod in understanding, a warm feeling swelling in your chest at the mention of Robin. “Yeah, she seems really cool. I’m glad you have her,” you say, genuinely happy for Steve. 

“Yeah, me too,” he nods a warm smile tugging at his lips before he continues. “But, eh, it is just platonic, by the way. Like, platonic with a capital p,” he adds.

“Mm, I see,” you reply, still keeping the teasing tone, but you know that what he’s saying is true, and if your intuition is right, you know that you have absolutely no need to worry about it changing anytime in the future. You’re happy that Steve has a good friend in Robin. “And how’s Dustin and the other’s doing?”

“Dustin’s good, the other kiddos are good” Steve says, a fondness in his voice as he talks about them. “Lucas and Max keep breaking up and getting back together again though. He keeps coming to me for advice, as if I would have a clue about what to do.”

“Oh, young love,” you reply with a small chuckle, shaking your head. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

As you continue to chat and catch up on each other’s lives on the drive to Benny’s, you feel a sense of peace settle over you. The easy banter between the two of you fills you with a sense of comfort, a reminder of the deep bond you share and before you know it you roll up in front of the burger shop. 

As Steve parks the car, the two of you get out and head inside, a familiar sense of nostalgia washing over you as you step into the cozy diner. You decide to get your orders to go and soon you are back in the car with the food in your lap, the warm paper bags warming your thighs as Steve put in the key to start the engine. 

“I thought we could go to the lake and eat there,” Steve suggests, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looks over at you. 

“Lover’s lake?” you tease, raising an eyebrow at him with a playful grin. Steve blushes slightly, but his smile widens at your comment.

“Hey, it’s just a nice spot to eat, okay?” he defends himself, but you’re not oblivious to the way his eyes soften as he looks at you.   

You laugh, feeling a rush of warmth at his choice of location. “I’m just messing with you, Stevie. Lover’s lake it is,” you say, a smile playing on your lips as you settle back in your seat.

As Steve starts the car and drives towards the lake, the anticipation of spending time with him in such a familiar and special place fills you with excitement. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape as you arrive at the lake, the water shimmering in the fading light.

You find a spot to park, overlooking the water as you sit on the hood of his car like you’ve done so many times before. You’d never be able to count the amount of times you’ve sat like this with him all over Hawkins, but you have never taken you here before, not unless it was with a group of friends since you were kids. It was like when you turned teenagers the implication of the ‘Lover’s’ name kept you away, even though you had played there so much as kids. 

You remember how you and Steve would run around the wooded area, skipping rock on the water and building forts out of fallen branches. The memories flood your mind, a wave of nostalgia washing over you as you take in the sight of the lake at dusk. You’re brought out of your memories as Steve hands you your food and some napkins, a warm smile on his face. You thank him as you fold out one of the thin paper napkins and place it over your lap. 

“Been awhile since I was here last, I almost forgot how beautiful it is,” you comment, your eyes tracing the ripples on the water as the last rays of the sun dance on its surface. 

Steve nods in agreement, his eyes soft as he looks out at the scene. “It’s always been one of my favorite spots in Hawkins,” he says, his voice filled with nostalgia. 

“You’ve taken a lot of girls here before?” you tease, a playful glint in your eye as you take a bite of your burger. Steve chuckles, shaking his head.

“Not really, actually. Just you,” he admits, his voice soft. Your heart skips a beat at his words, feeling a rush of warmth and affection towards him. You can’t help but feel a pang of hope at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way about you. “It would be a little too cliché to bring a girl here, don’t you think?” he adds with a playful grin. You laugh, feeling a happy warmth spreading through you at his words. 

“You should have told that to Marcus Jenkins. Did you know I popped my cherry in the cargo bed of his dad’s pickup truck? Marcus borrowed it one night and we drove out here. Took me at least 30 minutes to get rid of all the pine needles and dirt afterwards,” you laugh as you recall the awkward memory of your first time, too lost in the memory to notice that Steve hasn’t joined in on your laughter or how his face falls slightly, your gaze fixed on the water.  

“Nah, I didn’t know that,” he says, his voice sounding a bit strained as he looks away, his jaw clenched.

You nod, feeling a rush of embarrassment at the memory but also a sense of humor about it now. 

“I played basketball with him, you never said anything,” he adds, his voice low to the point that you could barely make out what he was saying. You turn to look at him, noticing the slight tension in his shoulders and the distant look in his eyes. 

“We just saw each other for a few months. You were dating Nancy Wheeler so you were pretty occupied at that time” you explain, feeling a pang of guilt at bringing up a past lover. “Plus, it’s not like it was anything serious with Marcus, I didn’t think it was important to tell you, I didn’t have a suspicion that you and him were particularly close outside of basketball,” you add quickly, trying to ease the tension as you think he feels betrayed that you didn’t tell him about being with one of his friends.  

“It’s fine, really,” he says, his tone casual even though his eyes betray a different story. “It’s just, I never imagined you with him, that’s all. Especially not in the back of a pick up truck.” he adds.

You can sense that there’s something more to his reaction, something deeper that he’s not saying. You want to ask him about it, to dig deeper into what’s going on in his mind, but you hesitate, not wanting to push him too much, so you decide to try to turn the conversation in a lighter direction.

“Now what’s that supposed to mean,” you tease playfully, a small grin on your face as you bump your shoulder against his in a playful manner. Steve looks over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he meets your gaze. 

“Oh, you know, just never saw you as a pine needle and dirt kind of girl,” he quips, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You can’t help but laugh at his comment, feeling the tension from before fading a little as you fall back into your easy banter. “Are you calling me a prude, Steve Harrington?”

Steve chuckles, a warm sound filling the air between you. “Not at all, just saying I always saw you as more of a classy lady,” he replies, his tone filled with playful teasing. You can’t help but smile at his words, feeling a rush of warmth at the easy camaraderie between the two of you.

“Sure,” you reply, a smile playing on your lips as you take another bite of your burger. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the sound of the crickets chirping in the background, the fading light casting a warm glow over the scene as you slowly finish your meal. You gather your napkins and fry wrappers in the empty burger bag before Steve jumps down from the hood to throw them out in a nearby trash can. 

Remember when we used to come here all the time as kids?” Steve says suddenly, his voice soft as he breaks the silence as he walks back to you, taking a seat on the hood next to you once again as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. The nostalgia in his voice tugs at your heartstrings, reminding you of the countless happy memories you’ve shared at Lover’s Lake.

“Yeah, those were some of the best times,” you reply, a warm smile on your face as you reminisce on the carefree days of your childhood. “We were always getting into some kind of mischief.”

Steve chuckles, nodding in agreement as he lights his cigarette and takes a deep drag before offering you the pack and lighter. You accept and pull one out of the carton, but before you can take the lighter from him he has already lit it, his hand shielding the flame from the soft breeze. You lean in and pull life into the cigarette, feeling the smoke fill your lungs as you exhale slowly. 

“I miss those days,” Steve admits, his voice tinged with nostalgia as he puts the lighter and pack of smokes back in his pocket. “Life was so much simpler back then.”

You nod in agreement, taking in the peaceful surroundings of the lake. The sun has almost fully disappeared over the horizon, leaving the sky painted in shades of pink and orange. The sound of crickets fills the air, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the surrounding trees.

“Me too,” you say softly, exhaling a plume of smoke as you lean back against the windshield of the car and a little stretch of silence unfolds between you as you both sit in shared reminiscence of the past, slowly finishing your cigarettes.

“I’ve really missed you, you know,” Steve says, breaking the silence with a soft tone, his voice filled with sincerity.

You turn to look at him, feeling a rush of emotion at his words. “I’ve missed you too, Steve,” you reply, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s been so weird being away from Hawkins for so long.” 

“I know what you mean,”  Steve nods, a look of understanding in his eyes. “It’s been weird being here without you, it’s just not the same without you around.” 

You feel a rush of warmth and affection for him at his words, a surge of emotion swelling in your chest. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how much you’ve missed him, but the words stick in your throat, fear and uncertainty holding you back. Before you can say anything, Steve clears his throat, his eyes meeting yours with a soft gaze.

“You know as a kid, I never really imagined my life without you in it,” he admits, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. “You’ve always been such a good friend, even when I wasn’t the best person in high school, you were always there for me. I just… I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Your heart swells at his words, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. The depth of his feelings for you is clear in his words, his vulnerability touching something deep within you. You reach out and place a hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as you meet his gaze.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks, his voice soft and vulnerable. 

“Of course,” you reply, your voice equally soft as you look into his eyes. 

“I was so relieved when me and Nancy broke up. I know it sounds terrible, but it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And then she got with Jonathan, and I was just so happy that I wasn’t standing in the way for that anymore,” he confesses. “And every date I’ve been on after has been a disaster, but for some reason I’ve been relieved about that too, cause I really couldn’t see myself being with any of them.”

You listen to his confession, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Part of you is relieved to hear that he felt the same way about his past relationships as you did, but another part of you can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings may extend beyond friendship for you. You take a deep breath, summoning your courage to speak the words that have been weighing on your heart for so long. 

“Has there ever been someone you could see yourself being with?” you ask, your voice soft but filled with hope and vulnerability. Steve looks at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before a small smile tugs at his lips. 

“There has always been this one girl, I kind of thought I would grow up to marry her when I was a kid,” he admits, his voice filled with emotion. “She’s always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I can’t imagine my life without her in it.” 

You feel your heart race at his words, a rush of emotion swelling inside you. You open your mouth but before you can say anything to answer him, a loud splash breaks the moment, causing you both to jump and turn towards the sound. 

You see a group of teenagers messing around on the other side of the lake, laughter echoing across the water as they splash each other and play. The moment shattered, you and Steve share a smile before turning back to each other, the warmth of your shared moment lingering between you. 

“Looks like we’re not the only ones enjoying the lake tonight,” Steve comments, a playful grin on his face. 

“Yeah, looks like it,” you reply with a chuckle, as you look back at the scene before turning your gaze back to Steve.

You take a moment to just look at him, gathering your courage which is a little difficult when he looks so handsome under the fading light of the sun. 

“That girl you talked about… what happened to her?” you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper  you hold your breath. The answer seems so obvious, but you’re still afraid that you somehow are wrong, hope and fear mingle in your chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment. 

“Well, she is, like, really smart, and really amazing, so she got into college in another state. She’s been there for a year now, studying something important that she’s really passionate about, and I think she’s doing really well. I miss her a lot, but I know she’s doing what’s best for her,” Steve replies, his voice filled with a mix of pride and sadness. 

You feel a lump form in your throat at his words, the weight of his confession hitting you hard. You know he’s talking about you, and the realization fills you with a rush of emotion. “Yeah, that girl sounds pretty great,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

“She is,” Steve says, his gaze soft and filled with emotion. “And I can’t imagine my life without her.” The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air between you, the unspoken truth of his feelings lingering in the space. 

“I can imagine she feels the same,” you say, as you look into his eyes, the depth of your emotions mirrored in them. 

“You think so?” he asks, his voice soft and vulnerable. 

“I know so,” you reply, your tone filled with sincerity and warmth.

“How do you think she would feel if I kissed her right now?”

“I think she would be a little afraid that she might have burger breath, but I also think it would make her very happy, and that she has been waiting for that moment for a very long time,” you whisper.

A smile plays on Steve’s lips as he leans in closer to you, his gaze unwavering as he searches your eyes for any signs of hesitation. Without a moment of doubt, he closes the distance between you and presses his lips against yours. 

The kiss is gentle but filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. He tastes of cigarettes and burgers, but underneath that familiar taste is the sweet essence of Steve that you have missed so much. The warmth of his lips against yours ignites a fire inside you, a rush of emotions swirling in your chest as you melt into the kiss, savoring every moment of it.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as the world around you fades away. The moment feels like a lifetime, but also like a fragile bubble, ready to burst at any moment. When you finally break apart, both of you are left breathless, hearts racing as you look into each other’s eyes. The weight of years of unspoken love and longing finally lifted, replaced by the sweet thrill of knowing that you both feel the same way.

Steve slides down from the hood of the car and steps in front of you so that he can step between your legs, cupping your face in his hands as he looks into your eyes with a mixture of love and adoration. “You mean so much to me,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. 

“You mean a lot to me too, Steve,” you reply, tears prickling in your eyes at the depth of emotion in his words. Without hesitation, you lean forward and press your lips against his again, feeling a rush of euphoria as he responds eagerly, deepening the kiss. It is much more desperate than the first one, years of pent-up emotions pouring out in this moment of raw honesty and vulnerability. His tongue slides against yours, making an electric rush course through your body and you can’t help but squirm a little in your seat on the car as you feel a dull throb of desire between your legs.

Your hands wander through his hair, feeling the soft strands beneath your fingertips, while his hands rest on your waist, keeping you close to him. The kiss is a mix of passion and tenderness, a culmination of years of hidden feelings and unspoken love finally being expressed.

When you finally pull back, both of you are breathless and smiling, your hearts racing with the intensity of the moment. “Wow,” Steve breathes, his eyes locked with yours in a mix of joy and vulnerability.

“Wow,” you echo, your voice filled with awe and happiness. The weight of years of unspoken love and longing has been lifted, replaced by the sweet relief of finally being able to express your feelings for each other.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years,” Steve admits, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for years, thank you for bringing me here Steve,” you reply, a smile playing on your lips as you gaze into his eyes. “And this is so much better than being covered in pine needles in the back of a pick up truck,” you joke, the tension between you finally broken as you both laugh, the warm sound filling the space between you. 

“Yeah, I’d say this is definitely an upgrade from that,” he agrees, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “But I wouldn’t mind doing it in the back of a pick up truck if it was with you,” he adds, a mischievous grin on his face that makes your heart skip a beat.

You laugh, feeling a rush of affection for him as you shake your head in amusement. “You’re impossible, Steve Harrington,” you tease, leaning in to press a quick kiss against his lips before resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Steve wraps his arms around you, holding you close. 

“I wouldn’t mind doing it in the back of a  BMW 733ii," you confess, making Steve freeze up a little against you. 

“You can’t just say stuff like that without warning,” he says, his voice a mix of surprise and amusement. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks at your bold statement, but you can’t deny the thrill of the moment.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you reply with a playful grin, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eye. 

“Come here,” Steve whispers, before pulling you in for another kiss, this one filled with a newfound sense of intensity and desire. His hands grasp your waist and he slides you down from the car, pulling you closer to him, You gasp into the kiss as you feel the firm press of his body against yours, the heat of his touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. 

You can’t help yourself, you’re just so caught up in the heat of the moment. You start to slowly grind against the denim of his jeans, making Steve groan into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he responds eagerly to your movements. 

The sun is now fully gone and the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, the reflection of the stars shimmering on the lake’s surface. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out between kisses, the sound of his voice sending a jolt of arousal through you as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, the taste of each other mingling in a heady mix of desire and affection. 

Every touch, every caress, feels electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your bodies. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips as you run your hands over his back, feeling the strength of him against you. In a moment of unbridled need, you find yourself pushing your hand up under his shirt, the warm skin beneath your fingers making you shiver with anticipation.

“Car... now,” you whisper between kisses, the urgency in your voice matching the intensity of the moment. 

Steve nods in agreement, his hands trailing down your body as he opens the back door of the car, guiding you inside. The space is cramped but the heat between you makes the enclosed space feel like the most intimate place in the world. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air as Steve settles back into the leather of the seat and you straddle him.  

You feel his hands roam over your body, the heat of his touch igniting a fire within you as you press your lips against his once again. You start to slowly move against him, his muscular thighs under you,  the friction between your bodies sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath your touch as he groans softly against your lips. The sound only fuels your desire, and you deepen the kiss, your tongues dancing in a passionate dance. 

He leans a little forward, his back leaving the leather backrest without breaking the kiss as he shreds his light blue summer jacket. Your hands immediately grasp his, now exposed, biceps, feeling the strength and warmth of him beneath your touch. 

The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, the rush of desire and affection between you building to a crescendo. The air is thick with heat and need, your bodies moving in sync as you lose yourselves in the passion of the moment. Steve’s hands find your ass and you let out a surprised gasp as he starts to move you against him in a slow steady rhythm. You can feel him hardening under you, making you moan into the kiss, the sensation of him pressing against you sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

 Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath, the heat of his touch igniting a fire within you as you continue to move against him. The urgency of your need for each other consumes you, the desire to be as close as possible to him overwhelming your senses and as the heat between you escalates, you find yourself reaching for the buckle of his belt, but his hands find yours, gently stopping you before you can start unbuckling it.

His lips are leaving yours, and you feel how your heart sinks.

“Wait, wait don’t,” Steve breathes out, his voice filled with a mix of desire and restraint. 

You freeze, feeling a rush of embarrassment and self-consciousness wash over you as you realize how carried away you were in the heat of the moment. “You don’t want to...”

“No.”

“Oh...” You feel how your world shatters by his short single syllable answer.

“No! no, wait, that’s not what I meant,” he quickly assures you as he sees how your entire demeanor fell. “I do want this, I really do.  I’ve wanted this for so long, you won’t even believe it, I just… I want to do this right. I’m not going to have our first time together be in the back of my car, okay? I’m not Marcus Jenkins,” he explains, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of playfulness to try and ease the sudden tension between you.

 You feel a rush of relief flood through you as you realize what he’s saying, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for his thoughtfulness. “No, that you are not,” you giggle softly. He is Steve, your Steve, and you’re so thankful for that.   

“I want this just as much as you do, probably even more. But I want it to be special, you know what I mean?”  Steve says, reaching out to cup your face gently with his hand, his touch warm and reassuring. 

You nod, you do know what he means. 

“Listen…  My parents aren’t home,” he says, suddenly sounding almost shy and you can’t help but finding it incredibly cute, his big brown eyes looking into yours with a mix of vulnerability and longing. It doesn’t surprise you that his parents aren’t home, they have always been pretty absent, he has basically had the house for himself more often than not since you started high school. “We could go back to my place, and...” he trails off, the unspoken invitation hanging between you. “Do it right…”

 You look into his eyes, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of being alone with him, of finally being able to fully explore the depth of your feelings for each other. “I’d love that,” you say softly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

 Steve’s smile widens at your words, his eyes shining with anticipation. “You would?” he says, his voice filled with excitement as you nod eagerly before planting a firm kiss to his soft lips. 

“Lead the way, Stevie,” you whisper as you pull away, your voice filled with a mix of longing and desire. Steve leans in to press another gentle kiss against your lips before pulling back with a smile. His eyes are sparkling with anticipation and with a last quick peck to your lips, he helps you out of the car before stepping out himself, opening the passenger seat door for you and guiding you in. When you’re seated he leans in over you, pulling your seat belt tightly around your waist with a soft touch, his eyes locked with yours in a silent promise of what’s to come.

With a final kiss and a knowing smile, he closes the door and rushes over to the driver’s seat, starting the engine as he looks over at you with a grin. The drive to his house is filled with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation, the air thick with the energy of the moment. 

As you drive through the familiar streets of Hawkins, the warm glow of streetlights casting a soft light on the world outside. Steve’s right hand is firmly planted on your thigh for most of the drive, his fingers gently digging into the soft skin beneath, and his thumb stroking small circles on your skin, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

You squeeze your thighs together as you feel the heat of his touch igniting a fire in your belly that continues all the way down between your legs. You can feel how wet your panties are by now. The anticipation builds with every passing moment, the desire between you and Steve palpable in the air. 

Finally, you arrive at his house, pulling into the familiar driveway. As he parks the car, he turns to you with a soft, almost boyish smile, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Without a word, he unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car, moving around to your side to help you out. You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as he helps you onto the driveway. 

The two of you make your way to the door and you can’t help but laugh as he clumsily struggles to get the key into the lock, his eagerness betraying his normally cool and collected demeanor.

“You’re really cute, Steve Harrington, did you know that?”

He laughs, a blush rising to his cheeks. “I try my best,” he replies with a sheepish grin before finally managing to unlock the door and with a hand gently placed at the small of your back he leads you into the house. As soon as the door closes behind you, Steve turns to you. Without a word, he steps closer to you, his hands finding your waist as he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss, it’s a little clumsy as you both toe out of your shoes without breaking the kiss.  

His touch is electric, sending shivers of pleasure through your body as you deepen the kiss. You wrap your arms around him, one hand tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. He hums softly into the kiss, making his soft lips gently vibrate against yours. His hands start to wander, slowly roaming over your body, leaving your waist and making a trail of fire in their wake as they softly grab your ass, making your whimper with desire. 

“Steve, bedroom now,” you whisper against his lips, the urgency in your voice matching the intensity of the moment.

Steve nods in agreement, his eyes locked with yours, “Yeah, let’s go,” he breathes out, breaking the kiss and his hand finding yours as he leads you further into the house and up the stairs. The sound of your footsteps echoing through the hallway as you make your way towards his bedroom.

As you enter the room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, cozy light over the space. The room is a mix of chaos and order, his belongings scattered around but with a sense of organization in the mess, making the place feel so much more alive and lived in than the rest of the house. The familiar checkered wallpaper you have teased him about for years makes you feel instantly at home and the bed inviting and enticing. 

Steve turns to face you, his eyes searching yours as he reaches out to gently cup your face in his hands. “Are you still sure about this?” he asks, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of vulnerability. You nod, feeling a rush of excitement and longing as you lean into his touch. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you say softly, a smile playing on your lips as you meet his gaze. 

With a gentle smile, Steve leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, his touch tender and full of emotion. The kiss is sweet and unhurried, filled with a depth of love and longing that has been building between you for years. Without breaking the kiss, Steve guides you towards the bed, his hands firm and confident his lips leaves yours as he helps you lay back on it, the rustling of the sheets as you settle down on the soft mattress fills the air, the heat between you palpable as you break gaze into each other’s as he follows you, hovering over you as he continues to press kisses against your lips, your neck, your collarbone. The warmth of his touch sends waves of pleasure through you, making you moan softly with need.

“I think you’re wearing too much clothes,” you murmur, your voice heavy with desire as you reach up to start playing with the hair at the back of your neck. 

“Oh, you do?” Steve chuckles softly against the skin of your neck. 

“Yeah , I do,” you reply, giggling slightly, you really can’t believe that this is real.

“Alright then,” Steve replies with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans back, his hands grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his sculpted chest. 

You can’t help but admire the sight before you, the planes and curves of his muscles defined under his skin as he discards his shirt. “You’re so hairy,” you mumble softly. It is not the first time you have seen him without his shirt on, but he used to shave his chest when he was on the swimming team. He looks so manly now and you can’t help but  reach out to run over the soft hair on his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of his skin beneath your fingertips. His breath hitches at your touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips

“Eh, yeah, sorry about that,” he chuckles a little shyly, but you can also tell he appreciates the attention as he leans down to press gentle kisses along your jawline, trailing down to your collarbone. You feel a surge of desire swirling through you, a mixture of longing and excitement overwhelming your senses. 

“I’m not complaining,” you reply with a teasing grin as you keep running your hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours as you explore the contours of his body. “Quit the opposite, actually.” 

Steve’s chuckle turns into a soft groan as he continues his exploration of your skin with his lips, his hands roaming over your body in a mix of reverence and desire. The heat between you is overwhelming, the anticipation building with every touch and kiss. You gasp softly as his lips find the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, sending waves of pleasurable sensations through you. Your hands move down his chest, down over his abs and slip beneath the waistband of his jeans, making him groan as you gently cup his hard on through the denim as he keeps kissing you.  

“God, you’re so perfect,” he whispers against your skin, his voice filled with awe and longing as he gently lifts himself off you to pause and look into your eyes. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine, the raw emotion and desire swirling in the depths of his eyes capturing you completely. Without breaking eye contact, he sits back on his heels and you follow him, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Your turn,” he says with a soft smile, sneaking his hands up under your shirt, but he doesn’t begin to pull it up before you give him a small nod of approval. 

He starts to slowly peel off your shirt, slowly revealing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. His touch is gentle and reverent, his fingers tracing patterns along the curve of your waist and up to the swell of your breasts. You feel a rush of desire building inside you as his hands find their way to the clasp of your bra.

He looks up at you, his eyes seeking permission, not going further before you give him a nod to indicate that he can continue, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation fluttering in your chest. As the fabric of your bra falls away, you feel the cool air against your exposed skin, the sensation of vulnerability and desire mingling within you. He leans back slightly, his beautiful eyes filled with adoration as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze soft and reverent. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe as he looks at you before leaning in to press a soft kiss against the swell of your breast, his lips warm and soft against your skin. 

Your hands find the buckle of his belt and start to slowly undo it, the urgency and need between you building with every passing second. Steve groans softly, his hands trailing down your sides as he continues to press kisses against your skin. “Pants off,” you whisper, your voice filled with desire as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you. Steve nods in agreement, his hands finding the button of his jeans and quickly getting rid of them, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers and you gasp as you feel it against your body. 

“Your turn,” he counters, his voice filled with desire and longing as he helps you remove your pants. Steve leans back, his eyes locked with yours as he settles between your legs, his hands smoothing over your skin as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, his touch tender and full of emotion. The kiss is sweet and unhurried, filled with a depth of love and longing that has been building between you for years. Without breaking the kiss, Steve guides you towards the center of the bed, the soft cotton of the sheets cool against your heated skin as he settles on top of you, his body pressing against yours. 

“You’re so amazing,” Steve whispers against your lips, his voice husky with desire as he trails kisses down your neck and chest, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You gasp softly as his lips find their way back to your breasts, the heat of his mouth sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hands roam over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath your touch as he softly pops one of your nipples between his lips, gently sucking, as his hand grabs your other breast, gently neading the soft, plump skin.

The sensation of his touch sends shivers of pleasure through you, the heat between you igniting a fire deep within your core. You arch your back, seeking more of his touch, more of the sweet sensations he’s awakening within you. Steve’s tongue starts to swirl around your hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you as you gasp and moan with each touch. His mouth leaves your breast and he starts leaving a slow trail of kisses and soft nibbles down your abdomen until he reaches the waistband of your panties.

He looks up at you, his eyes seeking permission before he slowly starts to peel them off, revealing your soaked, glistening pussy to him. “Wow, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your inner thigh, his lips warm and gentle against your skin. The sensation of his touch sends a rush of pleasure through you, making you moan softly with need. “Can I taste you?” he asks, his voice sounding desperate, like he is a man dying of thirst and you are his last drop of water. 

“Yes, please,” you nod eagerly, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger with every passing moment. 

Steve smiles up at you, his eyes darken with desire as his strong hands find their way to your hips, his touch firm and sure as he leans in to press a slow, sensual kiss against your clit, his tongue swirling against your sensitive flesh as he starts to eat you out, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. 

You can barely contain the sounds of pleasure that escape your lips as he expertly works his tongue against your folds. You arch your back, your hands tangling in his hair as you guide him closer to you, feeling the heat of his breath against your most intimate parts. His tongue alternates lapping into your center and making slow, teasing circles against your clit as you keep moaning with pleasure, the sensations overwhelming your senses. 

“Fu-uck, Steve,” you gasp, your voice filled with need and desire as you feel the coil of pleasure building deep within you, the pleasure and desire swirling inside you until you almost can’t take it anymore. “So… So good,” you whimper, your voice thick with need as you guide him closer to you, making him moan against you, sending a sweet vibration into your weeping cunt. 

Steve brings a hand to your wet folds, coating his fingers in your slickness before slowly inserting first one, then two  fingers into you, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The sensation of his fingers sliding inside you makes you gasp with pleasure as he curls them, hitting just the right spot that sends you over the edge while his mouth keeps sucking and flicking over your sensitive clit. 

The last string that is holding you together finally snaps, as your climax wash over you in hot, electric waves of pleasure. You cry out his name and grip the sheets beneath you. Steve continues to work his fingers and tongue against you, helping you ride out the intense wave of pleasure until you collapse back onto the bed, panting and completely sated. 

As you come down from the high of your climax, Steve climbs back up your body and you reach out to him, pulling him down over you as you kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips as he wraps his strong arms around you, sending a content shiver through you as you feel the strength and warmth of his body against yours. 

“You’re amazing, Steve,” you whisper, your voice filled with awe and gratitude. 

Steve smiles against your lips, his eyes shining with love and affection as he gazes down at you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he replies, his voice soft and filled with emotion. 

You giggle softly at his words, feeling a rush of happiness at his confession. “I think I have a pretty good idea now,” you tease, a playful grin on your lips before you leave a sweet peck on his mouth. “And now it’s my turn,” you whisper against his lips, a mischievous glint in your eye as you start to trail kisses down his neck, laying your palms flat against his chest, feeling the heat and strength of his body beneath your fingertips.

Steve gasps softly as you start to explore his body, trailing kisses and light nips along his chest and abs. You softly push against his chest, prompting him to lay back against the bed as you continue to explore his body with your hands and mouth, straddling him as you take your time, savoring the taste and feel of his skin, every touch sending a rush of pleasure through you as you kiss and nibble your way down his body. Steve groans softly as he gently guides you lower, his body trembling with desire as you reach the waistband of his boxers.

With a mischievous grin, you slowly start to peel off his boxers, releasing his hard cock from its cotton prison, his thick shaft smacking against his abdomen. 

You feel a rush of desire flooding through you as you gaze at him, taking in the sight of his cock. He is big, both long and girthy, and the sight of him, hard and throbbing for you, sends a thrill of excitement through you. “Wow, Stevie,” you whisper, your voice filled with desire as you lean in to press a soft kiss against the tip of his cock, feeling the heat of his skin against your lips. Steve gasps softly at your touch, his sharp intake of breath sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

His hands gripping the sheets beneath him as you part your lips, letting a drop of saliva fall from your mouth landing on his eager tip before you wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly and purposefully as you smear the spit down his shaft. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he groans, his voice husky with desire as you lean in to press another soft kiss against the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of him on your lips.

With a wicked grin, you part your lips over his tip. He breathes out, his voice filled with need as you start to work your way down his shaft, your tongue swirling against his sensitive flesh as you take him in your mouth, his groans of pleasure driving you further. The sensation of him filling your mouth, the taste of him against your tongue, sends waves of desire through you, making you moan with need.  

You take him in as deep as you can, feeling the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, letting a hand take care of the base of his shaft, as you work to please him, your own desire building with every touch and kiss. A flood of praises and sweet words leaving Steve’s lips which only fuels your own arousal. You can feel the tension in him building, the tightness in his body as he grows closer to the edge, and you continue to work him with dedication, wanting to bring him to the peak of pleasure, but he suddenly pulls you off him, his hand grabbing yours as he guides you back up to him, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips. 

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” he breathes out, his voice filled with desire. “I don’t want to finish that way. I want to be inside you when I come. I want to feel you around me. I want to be inside you when we both come,” he adds, a sense of urgency in his tone . 

“Fuck, Steve” you moan, your voice heavy with need and desire as you nod eagerly, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of him being inside you. “Please,” you whimper, your voice thick with need as you guide him closer to you, the raw intensity of the moment overwhelming your senses. Steve’s eyes darken with desire as he gently flips you onto your back, his hand reaching for the drawer of his bedside table to grab a condom. 

You watch him with anticipation, feeling a mix of excitement and longing as he sheaths himself, his hard cock twitching in anticipation as he settles back between your legs, his eyes locked with yours as he positions himself at your entrance.  He gazes into your eyes, seeking permission, and you nod eagerly, a rush of anticipation and longing sweeping through you. Steve leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, his touch tender and full of emotion as he slowly starts to push inside you, his thick cock stretching you in the most delicious way as he slowly gives you more and more, letting you adjust to his size. 

“You’re doing great,” he murmurs, his voice filled with reassurance and affection as he, with a slow, steady push, he finally slides all the way in, filling you completely as you gasp. He gives you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside you, his eyes locked with yours after he has left a series of sweet pecks to your lips and cheek, as he waits for your signal to continue. 

After a moment, you nod, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you cling to him, your nails digging into his back. “Please, Steve” you beg, your voice thick with desire as you urge him to move. Steve wastes no time, starting with a slow, gentle pace before gradually picking up speed, his thrusts deep and powerful as he fills you completely, the sensation overwhelming your senses as pleasure courses through your body by the way he is now pounding his thick cock into you, in complete contrast to the way he so sweetly kisses you. 

Your whines and whimpers being swallowed up by his sweet lips, all the while as he drills into you, deep and purposefully. His hair has started to cling to his forehead and neck. “You’re, fu-uck, you’re so good,” he groans, his voice thick with desire as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, his touch tender and full of emotion. The room is filled with the sounds of your bodies moving together, skin colliding with skin. “I always imagined you would feel like heaven, but damn.” He groans through gritted teeth. “You are taking me so well.” He encourages. “Feeling so fucking good.” 

“Steve, ugh, I-I’m so close,” you whimper, your voice filled with need and desire as you feel how the coil in your stomach keeps tightening and tightening, he is hitting that magic spot inside of you that is driving you closer and closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, please, I’m so close,” you beg, your voice thick with desire as you cling to him, feeling the wave of pleasure building inside you, ready to crash over you at any moment. Your tits are being squeezed against his broad chest, the feeling of his chest hair tickling against your sensitive nipples. His heavy balls are slapping against your skin with each thrust.  

“I’m close too,” Steve gasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. His hips rock against yours in a steady rhythm, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate as he chases his release.

“Then come, Stevie, please... Please come for me,” you gasp, your voice filled with need as you urge him on, feeling the intensity of the moment reaching its peak. 

And with a few final thrusts, you both reach the edge together, the wave of pleasure crashing over you in a sweet, intense climax. 

“Fuu-uck,” you moan, your bodies spasming in unison as you ride out the intense pleasure together, your moans filling the room. Steve collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his release as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and rigid. His hand gently sneaks between your bodies to grab the condom as he carefully pulls out, tying the rubber before disposing of it in the trash beside the bed and collapsing back against the bed, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you tight against his chest, plastering your forehead in a series of sweet kisses. 

Both of you pant heavily, the room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths as you cling to each other, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure. “Wow,” Steve breathes out, his voice hoarse with emotion as he looks into your eyes, and you can hear the soft smile in his voice. 

“Yeah,” you reply, a soft smile of your own tugging at your own lips as you turn to face him, your hearts still racing with the intensity of the moment you just shared. You reach up to cup his face in your hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. “That was... incredible,” you murmur, your voice filled with awe and gratitude. 

Steve nods, his eyes shining with emotion. “It was. And it was even better because it was with you,” he replies, his voice soft and filled with sincerity. “I can’t believe that tonight was even real. All this feels like a dream.”

You smile, feeling a rush of happiness at his words. “It was real, Steve. And I wouldn’t have wanted to share it with anyone else but you,” you say, your voice filled with love and affection. You lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips, feeling the warmth and tenderness of the moment lingering between you. 

As Steve pulls away his eyes are filled with adoration as he gazes at you, his dark lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks, the beauty marks peppered across his face like constellations. You’re so caught up in the way he looks at you, so full of love and tenderness, that you almost miss the words leaving his sweet mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice soft and filled with sincerity as he says your name like it’s the most precious thing in the world, “I’ve loved you for so long.”

 You feel the weight of his words settle in your chest, your heart swell with emotion, your gaze turning blurry as tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes from his confession.

 “I love you too, Steve,” you reply, your voice filled with emotion as you cup his face in your hands, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch as you crush your lips against his in a passionate kiss, your feelings so deep in this moment that you don’t know how words could ever measure explaining them, so instead you hope to pour the depth of your love for him into the way your bodies press together, the way your lips move in sync with each other, and the way your hearts beat as one, the way your souls intertwine in that moment of pure connection. 

You pull back, your cheeks now shining with tears of joy as you gaze into his, the love and adoration reflected back at you in equal measure. “I’ve really, really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Steve replies with a soft smile, wiping away your tears with his thumb before pulling you into a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against yours and the ways his arms engulf you make you feel safer than you ever have before. 

He keeps leaving sweet kisses to your forehead as you cuddle together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the room filled with the sweet scent of sex and the sound of your soft breathing and you feel such an intense sense of contentment wash over you that you’ve never felt before. The weight of years of unspoken love and longing finally lifted, replaced by the sweet relief of being able to express your feelings for each other. 

You lay like this for a while, a comfortable silence falling between you as you bask in the moment, but then all of the sudden the silence breaks, the both of you bursting out in a spontaneous laughter, the sound filling the room with joy and lightness. 

Steve pulls back slightly to look at you, a wide grin on his face as his eyes sparkle with happiness. “I can’t believe that you’re really here and all this just happened,” he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Me neither,” you giggle, wiping away your tears of joy as you lean in to press a quick kiss against his lips. “But I’m so glad it did, I’ve waited on it for a very long time.” 

“Me too,” Steve replies, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence filling the space between you. “I love you,” Steve whispers, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses a sweet kiss against your forehead. 

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice soft and full of emotion as you close your eyes, feeling the weight of his love and the depth of your own emotions wash over you in a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. You have been knowing it for years, but as you lay here in his arms you know that you are exactly where you were meant to be, with the only person that has ever been the right one for you.

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