#eddie said lets save the horses

[peggingeddiediaz]

Eddie Diaz forgetting to log out of his work twitter account part 8/?

[medusapelagia]

26 The night we met

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: The Night We Met – Lord Huron ), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt:Victorian Era ), and @aug-kissed (prompt: Kiss Goodnight) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: omegaverese Words: 1431

The rain is pouring and the streets are covered in puddles deeper than Mr. Harrington's fancy fountain, but Eddie is standing in the farthest corner of Harrington’s garden, his eyes pinned on one room, waiting for two flinches of the little lamp in front of the window.

Not one. Two. One close to the other. A signal that everything is quiet and that his lover is alone in his room. 

Eddie’s soaking wet, his long black curls dripping water, his hands cold and wrinkled, but he can’t move, not before seeing him one last time.

He still remembers the night he met Steve Harrington for the first time. 

It was raining, just like today, and Harrington’s already skittish horse was scared by a rumble of thunder, bolting toward the woods to find shelter, not caring about the raider on his back who kept hitting the lower branches, trying to halt the horse who was too scared to follow any kind of direction.

The horse abruptly stopped, but only once he reached the part of the park that everyone avoided during rainy days because it became a marsh. The horse reared and the rider fell in the damp, with Eddie the only witness to the scene.

Unsure of what to do, he was just a stable boy while the rider was his lord’s son, Eddie got closer and his eyes met the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen in his life.

Even covered in mud, with eyes filled with tears and terror, Steve Harrington was the most beautiful person Eddie had ever seen in his life.

Eddie knows now that he should have gotten back home and asked for help, but that night, he didn’t. He stepped into the damp, grabbed the other man by his arm, and miraculously managed to pull him out of the damp.

They both fell on the ground in a mix of limbs. Steve elbowed him in the stomach and Eddie kicked him, but they hugged each other, while the rain kept pouring and the horse was so far away they couldn’t even see his silhouette in the dark.

But that was then and this is now.

The lights in the room on the second-floor twinkle two times, and Eddie slowly moves from his hiding place, climbing the wisteria pergola and slowly climbing to the window he was looking at with so much longing.

The ajar window opens widely and Eddie jumps inside the room, quiet like a cat. He’s dripping water, but Steve already has a warm towel waiting for him.

“I’m so sorry. Dad wanted to give me the entire ‘be a good omega’ speech and he didn’t let me go to my room till he was finished.”

Eddie shrugs, he would have waited forever if Steve asked him to, but tonight is their last night and he can’t avoid wishing he could turn back time and get back to the night they met. When they spent hours under the pouring rain, holding onto one another, until finally help came and dragged both of them back to the mansion with warm towels around their shoulders and as close to the fire as humanly possible.

That was the only time Eddie was allowed to step inside the mansion. It was a way to thank him for saving the family heir, or so Mr. Harrington said. No money, of course, even if his son’s precious life was priceless. 

But even with all their care, Steve grew feverish and collapsed to the ground, scaring everyone, Eddie included.

That’s how the young alpha discovered that he could get to Steve’s room by climbing the wisteria pergola. For a week, every night, Eddie stayed outside Steve’s window, hidden in the darkness of the little window balcony, staring at his sleeping figure on the bed, praying for him to get better, till the day Steve finally opened his eyes and saw him standing outside his window.

He didn’t call for help, he opened the windows and let the alpha inside, offering him a warm blanket and thanking him for saving him in the woods.

And then they became closer, and closer, sharing stories, cuddles, and kisses. 

But tonight is the last night they’re spending together. Tomorrow Steve will get married to Nancy Wheeler with a big ceremony everyone will attend, even the queen herself, but not Eddie, who is just a stable man and has no reason to attend such a pompous ceremony.

“You could come with me,” Steve whispers, while they hug in the darkness of Steve’s room and Eddie’s wearing Steve’s warm clothes.

“You know it’s not possible. You’re going to get married and be really happy with your wife.”

“I can’t be happy if you’re not with me.”

Eddie can’t be happy either, but he can’t stand the idea of seeing Steve walking hand in hand with another person, kissing her, giving her children they could never have.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“Both.” Eddie sincerely admits.

Steve sighs, nodding, “I get it and I respect that. But I’m sad we won’t see each other anymore.”

“Do you… Do you ever wish we could go back to the night we met?” Eddie asks, nuzzling at Steve’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of fancy French cologne.

“What for?”

“Don’t know. Maybe just stay there forever? When we hadn’t touched yet and things were easier?”

“Things were never easier, Eddie. We were just younger, that’s all. But this is real life. Tomorrow I’m going to marry Nancy and move to her mansion and whatever that was…” Steve says moving his finger between the two of them, “will be gone. Forever.”

Eddie nods. He knows he’s right, but he can’t avoid imagining different scenarios. Scenarios where they run away together, where they find happiness in little things. Where Steve won’t get married to another person. But Steve’s destiny is that, and Eddie can’t do anything to change it.

For the last time Eddie tilts Steve’s chin, smiling at the soft flame reflecting in his eyes and at the gentle way Steve moves his head a little bit to the right because he knows that Eddie is going to move and kiss him goodnight for the last time.

Steve’s hands grab Eddie’s hair and pull, just enough to hurt him, and Eddie scratches his teeth against Steve’s neck, leaving a red angry scratching.

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” he whispers, before getting up, grabbing his clothes and leaving from the window without giving Steve time to reply.

When he turns one last time, Steve is standing on the balcony, shielding his eyes with one hand and letting the water pour down on him.

He should go back inside, he always had a delicate health, but he’s not Eddie’s business anymore. He never was, if he is honest with himself.

***

The next day, when Eddie comes back from his errands, there’s a great commotion.

Harrington's heir didn’t show up at his own wedding and his horse is gone as well. Some say he got cold feet, others that the Wheelers called off the wedding when they found out Richard Harrington wasn’t as rich as he pretended to be. 

Eddie doesn’t listen to the gossip, he saddles up the old nag resting in the back of the stable and gallops as fast as they can toward the woods, the very same place where he met Steve for the first time.

“Did you mean it?” Steve asks, sitting under a tree, holding his horse by the rein.

“What?”

“Did you mean it? When you said you love me, did you mean it?”

“Of course I did! We have had this thing going on for years!”

“I thought… I thought it was just a game for you. The stable boy who conquers the rich son of his lord. Not…”

“I mean it. I always meant it. Sorry if I was too cowardly to tell you.”

Steve steps closer, yanking Eddie toward himself and kissing him harshly and strongly.

“I love you, Eddie Munson. My father is fucked, we’re going to lose everything and all I can offer you is my affection. Will you… will you still love me? Even if I’m poor?”

“I would love you even if you were a worm, Steve Harrington.” Eddie replies, kissing him back and pushing him against the tree.”

“What… what now?” Steve asks when their hunger for physical contact is finally satiated.

“Now we look for a job somewhere. We find a place to stay and we live happily ever after, or we try to.”

[apomaro-mellow]

Runaway Royalty 7

Part 6

Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what to make of Steve. He could think of a few words though. Bossy, pretty, naive, just to start. He said Eddie wasn’t well enough to travel but apparently well enough to move from one part of the forest to the next. He had a hand against his lower back because he refused to acknowledge that he’d literally been shot in the ass.

“If I’m supposed to be an invalid, why are you still making me walk?”

Steve stopped to look around. “Because it’s not safe for two people on their own to be out in the open. There!” He pointed to a cave. 

Eddie followed behind. “Okay, assuming there’s not a bear already inhabiting this place-”

“There isn’t”, Steve said, already so deep inside that Eddie couldn’t see him in the dark.

He almost called out but Steve returned before he could. Eddie let out a sigh and leaned against the cave wall. He slid down onto the ground before jolting with a yelp and falling over onto his side. 

“Did you forget that quickly that you’re injured?”, Steve said as he rushed to his side.

“I’m very skilled that way”, Eddie groaned.

Steve started to lay out their supplies. Eddie made himself useful by starting a fire. His butt cheek might be sore, but the rest of him was working just fine. They had enough food for a couple of days. Hopefully it didn’t take that much to find the hold.

“So I never asked. Why exactly are you and your sister traveling alone?”

“We just…didn’t want to be home anymore”, Steve admitted, pulling up a log to sit on.

Eddie was stretched out on his side. He knew there was something Steve was hiding. But he wasn’t sure if he should press. What could make someone run away from home? Eddie knew his own excuse but-

“You said your dad fell in love and stopped being the Bandit King. So why are you carrying on the legacy?”, Steve asked.

“You’ll never believe it but, he somehow managed to get a rich girl to fall in love with him”, Eddie said with a grin.

Steve snorted. “Really? What, was it some kind of con for him?”

Eddie shook his head. “He fell too. Well and truly. And because she was an honest woman, he became an honest man. And I was born an honest heir.”

“So you ran away too?”, Steve surmised.

Eddie nodded. “You and I aren’t that different, I guess.”

Steve laughed a little before remembering himself. The fact that Eddie had been born into money and left it behind would be another point of similarity between them and Steve couldn’t let Eddie know that.

“I don’t know, I’ve never danced in a grand ballroom or anything like that. You probably left behind some gorgeous betrothed or a beloved horse.”

“Nightshade was quite the lovely horse, but she’ll survive without me”, Eddie said with a dramatic sigh. “As for ballrooms, the music was always boring anyway. Just a da-duh-duh-da and such.”

“But no arranged marriage?”

Eddie took a moment to look into Steve’s eyes before answering. “No, no uh, there wasn’t anyone. No one.”

“You’re obviously lying but I don’t care enough to push. Keep your secrets”, Steve said as he tossed something to Eddie.

Dried meat, dried fruit, and some crackers. Eddie started eating and the cave was silent save for the crackling of the fire and the crunch of crackers. Eddie didn’t know what he was thinking, revealing so much about himself. Maybe it wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough. Too close. Steve didn’t have to know these things about him.

And yet Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to lie. Not when Steve had asked genuinely. He swallowed. 

“I told you about my folks. You got anything to say about yours?”

“No”, Steve said quickly. And he regretted it immediately.

“Fair enough.”

….”This one time, Robin and I snuck out. We didn’t go far just to a baker close by. But it was late and when our parents realized, they yelled at us both. I could feel the roof shake. And then Robin-”, Steve laughed. “She said, ‘what do you know about baking?’ I thought they were going to toss her out the window.”

“She’s pretty spry for a gal who got tossed”, Eddie said.

Steve shook his head. “They scruffed us both and took us right to the kitchen and started to bake. We’d never seen anything like it before.”

Hearing that story made Eddie all the more curious as to why they’d leave that behind. But he wasn’t sure if now was the time and place to get more answers. Maybe when they reunited with the rest of the team he could get more from Robin. Eddie leaned in a little closer to the fire.

“You know, you might not believe it, but you’d fit in well in a ballroom setting.”

“Really? Me?”, Steve put on an affected voice, causing Eddie to snicker.

“I’m being serious. I can see it now.” Eddie stood up, only slightly shaky. “You’re atop the stair. There’s fanfare. And then they announce you. Presenting, Steve Last-name, Lord of the…rock.”

“I pulled an arrow from your ass and that’s the title I get?”

“My apologies. Steve Last-name, Lord of nursemaids.”

“That’s a little better”, Steve grinned. “And what happens next?”

“Ah, you’re a guest in my ballroom, so I approach with a bow.” Eddie did just that, sweeping his arm in front of him and wobbling to a degree that Steve had to stand to catch and right him.

“And I bow as well”, Steve said, bending at the knee and inclining his head just slightly. He was a prince, he didn’t bow often. But this was just pretend. And he had to remind himself that he was a prince no longer. “And I extend my hand for a kiss.”

Eddie took his hand and dipped his head. No one really kissed an offered hand unless they were courting (or already secretly lovers). But then he smirked and turned Steve’s hand over to instead kiss the inside of his wrist, right where his scent was strongest. Steve’s instinct was to pull his hand away at the slight but maybe this boldness was average among the common folk.

“That’s very forward for ballroom etiquette”, he couldn’t help but mention, forgetting that he shouldn’t know ballroom etiquette.

“I never claimed to be a sophisticated and cordial member of nobility. In fact, most would call me a scoundrel.” Eddie used his hold on Steve’s hand to pull him in close.

Something about Eddie’s scent was familiar. But Steve couldn’t quite place it. He laughed, albeit a little nervously.

“A scoundrel? You? Remind me, who was it that said it would be improper for an unmated alpha and omega to share a room? A scoundrel would have jumped at the chance to share a bed with me.”

“Oh? Someone thinks rather highly of their looks.”

“You’re the one who said I’d look good in a ballroom”, Steve pointed out. He took a step closer to Eddie and now they were toe to toe. Steve scented the air, not at all subtle about it but he wasn’t trying to. What did Eddie remind him of?

Eddie swallowed because when did it get so hot in here? He could see the slight flare of Steve’s nose, how his lips were parted to take in more of his scent. Eddie shifted his hold on Steve’s hand and his arm went around his waist.

“The music wasn’t always to my taste, but sometimes it was just nice to dance with someone.” He began a step and smiled when Steve followed him easily. He was light on his feet. “I meant what I said, when we first met.”

“Hm?”

“About joining our pack. I know you and your sister are traveling but, we travel plenty. And we could always use more people.”

“You think my nursing is that good?”

Steve pushed up against him and Eddie had to pause as they were now chest to chest and his thoughts went to a completely different kind of nursing. He cleared his throat.

“I’m not down a buttock, so I’d say you did a very good job on me.”

“Well I don’t know. My sister is very protective. She might take issue with joining such a man of ill repute.”

“Not that ill. I’ve been rather gentlemanly towards you in your sister’s absence, wouldn’t you say? Even after showing my entire ass.”

“Which is it then?”, Steve asked. “Are you a scoundrel? Or a gentleman?”

Eddie paused at that, causing their dance to stop. He had to pick one, didn’t he? But which one was right? He just didn’t cut it as a prince. But he wasn’t all that great as a rogue if he was being honest. The rest of the troupe got away but Eddie hadn’t made it far without getting injured. And back at court, people tolerated him at best.

“Eddie?”

“That’s me”, he replied automatically when an epiphany came to him. “That is me. And I think I can be a bit of both, can’t I? Just as you can be both bossy and kind?”

“You’re saying we’re allowed to contain multitudes.”

“Not just allowed, it’s in our nature. So will you?”

“Will I?”

“Run away with us?”

There was a light dancing in Eddie’s eyes and the campfire had nothing to do with it. When Steve had envisioned running away, he’d certainly fantasized about meeting an alpha on the road. It was more in line with finding one in a random town and being taken in by their kindly nature. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine catching the eye of the Prince of Thieves.

“I…I…I shouldn’t make any decisions with Robin”, Steve said, taking a step back out of the alpha’s hold. He just knew what she’d say if he had accepted Eddie’s offer. “And you should get some rest. Tomorrow I’m not taking any excuses. We need to get back to the others.”

Eddie’s hands dropped back to his sides. He didn’t know what had just ended but it was certainly done.

“I’ll take the first watch”, Steve said, going towards the mouth of the cave. “Get some sleep.”

Eddie laid down, using the sack Steve had brought as a pillow. “There you go again, ordering me around. You really would fit in at the ballroom scene.”

Part 8

[hornyhornyhimbos]

save a horse ride a cowboy was amazing oh my god i've reread it like 3 times the smut was perfection 😫 please tell me that the reader stayed with cowboy!steve they're so cute together

hehehe i gotchu girly

"A Lucky Shot" ~ S. Harrington

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Summary: The aftermath of falling in love with a certain bull rider in a certain bar in a certain city in Indiana.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,990

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) protected piv sex, cowgirl activities, oral m!receiving, boot humping 🤭 oral f!receiving for like a split second, tiny mentions of food and alcohol, nicknames (sweetheart, princess, cowgirl; cowboy, daddy if you squint), blasphemy if you squint, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: the Eddie, Tommy, and Byers' cameos have me crying 😭🤚🏻

Based On: the first part of this, which you can find here!

Originally Written: 03/16/2023 through 03/18/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank u for putting up with me LMFAO)

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Your legs carried you as fast as they could to the locker room. A mix of adrenaline and sweat was pumping through your veins. You didn't know much about bull riding, but you did know that a 90 was good. Really good.

The locker room was surprisingly empty when you ducked in. You figured the room would be filled with big, sweaty bull riders, but instead, you only found one—Steve. Just to make sure there was no one else around, you let your eyes dart through the room before sprinting toward him and jumping up into his broad arms.

"Jeez!" he shouted, though his hands were quick to meet your butt. Your lips met his, showering him with a thousand loving kisses.

"Mmm," he chuckled into your lips. He pulled away and met your pride-filled eyes. "What are you doing?"

Your lips traveled down to his neck, suckling on the spot you knew was most sensitive. "I'm initiating celebratory sex," you said straightforwardly.

His chest rumbled out a low laugh as he helped you back onto the floor. "Not in here, you're not."

"But-"

"No buts," he argued, his palms settling on your hips. "This is a public locker room."

"Exactly! Which means it's open to the public. I am a part of the public. Therefore, I can do whatever I want in here."

He shook his head in disbelief before leaving a kiss on your hair. "It also means it's open to other people of the public. Anyone could walk in at any time. I want my eyes and my eyes only to see what you have to offer."

You pouted, and he kissed it away just like he always did. One of his hands traveled up your hip, toward your ass, slipping inside your back pocket. "Plus, some of the other riders will probably be done with interviews soon. Not to mention, I need a shower real bad."

A cheeky gleam appeared in your eye. "Can I at least help you with that part?"

A light huff escaped his nose. "Go," he insisted, giving your butt a light tap. "I need you be there if they call my number while I'm gone. Go wait for me in the stadium."

You gave him a scowl, but pulled away toward the door. "You're cruel, Steve Harrington. Just cruel."

"Love you too."

You rolled your eyes before heading back in for a tight hug. "You did really good today. I want you to know I'm proud of you."

His hands rested on your face as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love you."

You pulled the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own. "Love you too, cowboy."

You sprinted toward the door as he hollered after you, "Hey, you better take care of my hat!"

The next forty-five minutes were absolute torture. Sure, you had Steve at your side after the first twenty, but it was killing you that the judges hadn't announced the winners yet. Steve urged you not to fret, telling you that whatever happens will happen, but you couldn't stop wondering if Steve had won first place.

Steve's hand rested on the small of your back, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "It's OK, really," he urged.

"It is not!" you argued, your leg bouncing nervously against the concrete floor. "What if you didn't score high enough?"

He chuckled, pulling you in close. "Since when did you care so much about bull riding?"

"Since I met you," you rebutted. "And since the grand prize is $25,000. Think about what you could do with-"

Feedback sounded over the stadium's loudspeaker, breaking you from your previous conversation. Your eyes went wide with wonder as a man's voice broke through the feedback.

"In third place, with 89.75, we have Eddie 'The Freak' Munson riding Radagast," he announced. The stadium was overcome with thousands of screaming fans, and your heart vibrated in your body from the noise. Eddie Munson was a crowd favorite for many reasons. He was never too busy to talk to his fans, he was probably the nicest rider aside from Steve, and his whole image was dedicated to being yourself. From the bright yellow Stetson he wore, to the flame red cowboy boots on his feet, even his costume was about being different.

Your hands flew to your mouth in surprise. "Babe, you beat Munson!" you exclaimed. Your feet kicked and bounced like a teenage girl who'd just been asked to prom. "That's huge!"

He let out an amused huff, kissing your head. "We don't know that. They suspected I would get a 90. Hasn't been confirmed yet."

You shrugged before turning your attention back to the announcer. "Don't ruin my hopes and dreams. You've still got a shot at winning this thing."

"In second place, with 91.5, we've got Tumbling Tommy Hagan riding Monster," he said, and once again, the arena rattled with screams. Hagan had a lot of fans too, but nowhere near as many as Munson. If there was one thing to know about Hagan in the arena, it was that he was the most competitive rider in the league by far, and his fans were nearly as competitive as he was.

Your heart thrummed inside you and your ears rang like they never had before. He just has to win. He's gotta.

The presenter's voice filled the speakers one last time, and you felt your fingertips go numb as you waited to hear the winner. "And, at an even 92, with the highest score we've seen all season, for a grand prize of $25,000 and a draft into the PBR if he accepts…" his voice drifted in suspense.

"Oh, fuck this guy!" you shouted in frustration.

"Baby," Steve whispered into your ear, leaving a loving kiss there. "It's OK." However, you knew by the way his eyes were darting around that he was just as nervous as you were. He never would've admitted it though.

You swore you heard the fans screaming before the man ever announced the winner. It felt a bit like slow motion as you jumped up from your chair and screamed along with them. The announcer's voice echoed, "Riding Sundae, Steve 'The Hawk' Harrington!"

Your lips met Steve's for a long, passionate kiss. He smelled like fresh linen and men's deodorant, tasted like the lemonade he'd been sipping on, and still felt just like the Steve you'd fallen in love with the year prior. His preparation for this tournament had been hard, but it was that moment when you'd realized it had all paid off.

The afternoon was filled with interview after interview, question after question, but you didn't care. Your cowboy was beaming, and your heart was full. His hands had stayed protectively on your waist, like he was afraid the interviewers would snatch him up and take him away from you. You just smiled, knowing it was his way of saying, "You'll always have me, no matter what league I'm in."

He all but floated to the car and the wide smile didn't even think about leaving his face. He'd leaned you against the car, peppering your face in excited kisses, and all you could do was smile. His nerves had washed away, and he knew it would be just you and him until the last ride. And unsurprisingly, that was all he needed.

Steve's hand stayed in yours the entire ride home, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the year prior. That first night, his hand stayed attached to your skin, like he was afraid if he let go, you'd disappear. And even now, after the honeymoon phase had passed, even after petty arguments about toothpaste brands and television shows, even a year later, he still couldn't keep his hands off you.

The air was filled with excitement, the windows cracked and blowing wind through your hair, only aiding your senses. Steve blared his playlist of post-competition songs, screaming along to every word. You couldn't help but sing with him, feeling a pleasant sensation in your belly every time he'd sneak a glance at you. With the windows rolled down, you could smell the freshly mown grass as you drove past the Byers' house, some family friends of Steve's, and wondered if they'd been at the tournament to see him win.

You made your way into the house, and an exhausted Steve plopped onto the couch to pull off his boots. You kneeled in front of him to help him out of his shoe, but both of you knew exactly what you were doing.

He ran a tired hand through your hair, giving you a sideways smile. "Whatcha doin' down there, sweetheart?" he asked, even though he didn't need an explanation.

"I was hoping," you said, running a hand along his denim-clad thigh, "I could help you celebrate?" You smirked as you watched him squirming to readjust his hardening cock.

His hands met the button of his jeans, undoing the fastening for you. "You don't even have to ask."

You pulled him out of his boxers, and your mouth drooled at the thought of tasting him. It wasn't like you'd never tasted him before, but with the big championship, he'd been hyper focused on his diet, so you knew he was going to taste good.

You placed his head on your tongue, licking small circles around it and already he was a mess. Like putty in your hands.

You licked a long stripe up his length, and his dick became even harder. "Oh, princess," he sighed, nearly squirming when your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them slightly.

You left a trail of kitten licks from his balls back up to his tip, finally taking him into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed around him, and he let out a soft groan. "Needed this," he sighed, slotting his hands into your hair.

You whined around him, your way of letting him know you needed it just as much. His head fell back as you inched closer to the hilt.

"God, you're so good at this," he grunted. He tugged at your hair, longing for you to take all of him.

You released for a moment, long enough to say, "Yeah? Am I your god tonight?" You took his cock back in your mouth, one of your hands moving to his balls.

Steve moaned as he nodded. "Always. You will always rule me."

Your hips rutted against the boot he hadn't taken off, searching for any friction you could find. You gagged around him as you finally took the entirety of his dick, your nose resting softly in the thatch of hair under his belly. His heavy balls hit your chin, and you moaned around him at the feeling.

"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted. He gripped your face, pulling you up and down his length. You whimpered as drool oozed down your cheeks, your hands moving to wipe it away. Your hand purposely slid from your chin to his balls, twisting them in your palm.

His cock jerked inside your mouth, his saccharine seed spilling down your throat. Your eyes watered as he rode out his high, fucking in and out of you. "Shitshitshit," he muttered, his grip tight around your hair. Your hips chased friction on his boot, winding against the leather.

Despite desperately needing to finish, even after you considered getting yourself off right there on his boot, you forced yourself to release his cock. You slowly pulled off of him, licking your lips where his cum had dripped out. He bent forward for a kiss, moaning at the taste. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running along your teeth and savoring the taste of what only you could do to him. You rocked against his boot, eliciting a chuckle from Steve that rumbled from his mouth into yours.

You forced yourself to move away first. You stood, practically throwing yourself into his lap. He leaned back on the couch, your legs on either side of his waist and your arms around his shoulders. "Congratulations," you giggled, still giddy from the high you'd provided him with.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he sighed. He pulled you back in for another kiss and trailed his hands down your body. Once they'd reached your waist, he pulled you up, lifting both of you from the couch. He managed to kick his boot off the rest of the way before walking out of the living room.

"Hey!" you pouted, but tightened your legs around his waist.

"Cowboy hat rule," he simply said as he carried you through the house.

You rolled your eyes, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. "What if I said, 'Fuck your cowboy hat rule.' What then?"

He shook his head and pulled you in for a desperate kiss. "I don't make the rules, sweetheart. I just follow 'em."

Steve swiftly carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the mattress with ease. His lips met yours for a dominating kiss as he reached toward the bedside table, presumably pulling out lube or a condom. His other hand worked at the fastening of your pants.

You keened at every swift motion of his limbs, your body arching as his mouth dragged down the front of your neck. His lips ended at your collarbone as he stopped to suck a spot he knew you loved.

After a moment, both his palms were on you, his fingers making quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs to reveal you'd nearly soaked through your panties.

"Might not need that lube after all, huh?" he teased, his hand cupping your clothed core. Steve’s digits pressed your clit through the wet fabric, eliciting a low mewl from you as you opened your legs further for him. You wanted to give him complete access, let him have free reign of your entire body. He chuckled as his fingers played with you through the cotton. "So wet already, filthy girl."

You keened at his touch, your hands palming at his hair. "Please," you begged. "Need you, Steve."

"I suppose you do deserve a reward after being so good to me, yeah? So sweet of you to put me first." he teased, slipping a finger underneath the soaked material. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure, letting out a whimper as the digit teased your entrance. "Well then, your wish is my command, princess."

He pulled your jeans off your ankles, tossing them toward the general direction of the hamper. He then tugged his own jeans and his boxers off, his dick springing up as he tossed the clothing in the same place. Finally, after much too long, he slid your panties down your legs, and his mouth met your cunt for a split second, just long enough to lick up a stripe of your wetness, his tongue lingering on your clit. You moaned, hips bucking toward his face. "Uh-uh," he tutted. "As good as you taste, I think I need to be in you first."

You could never say no to that. You threw your shirt off as he reached for the condom he'd pulled out, making quick work of the foil before rolling it on. Your heart pumped fast with every passing moment, pure excitement running through your veins.

He removed his own shirt too and hurled it toward the slowly growing pile, while you reached for the lube. You squeezed some into your hand before pressing it to Steve’s cock, spreading the lube down his length.

He grunted and hung his head as your palm worked up and down his cock. Your hands never ceased to amaze him. He was the clay, and your hands were nothing short of a potter's, the way you had him.

Your digits met your cunt, mixing what was left of the lube with your slick. Steve moaned at the sight, wishing he'd taken you up on that offer of letting him go down on you.

Steve slowly pushed inside you and you went glassy-eyed at the feeling. You couldn't count how many times you and Steve had had sex in the past year, but no matter how many times it was, his size never ceased to amaze you. He slowly inched inside you, uncontrollable gasps and moans tumbling off your lips. You were sure all of your senses had gone awry in that moment, positive that you couldn't speak, couldn't think a single coherent thought.

He hovered over you, every inch of his abs marked with sweat. His lips met yours for a heated kiss, your mouths molding into one. His hands traveled down to your hips and gripped them tightly. He counted down a quiet, "One, two, three," before flipping the two of you over, giving you a moment to settle. A cheeky grin appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours, and you found yourself getting lost in his fanned-out lashes. He pushed a hair behind your ear, smirking, "Well, giddy up then."

No matter how many times he made that joke, your stomach still did flips every time. It truly amazed you how someone so dorky, so sweet, could manage to be the sexiest man you'd ever known.

You slowly started to rock against him, letting out a quiet whimper as you were still adjusting to his size. Steve could stretch you and fill you like no one else ever could, and it was pure heaven every time.

He chuckled and planted his giant palms on your love handles. "Damn. And they say I look good riding things."

Your hips rutted against him and the friction was absolute bliss. "Hey, that reminds me," you sighed, eliciting a chuckle from Steve.

"If I had to pick a favorite thing about you," he said, "it's that you're a talker during sex." His words were filled with sarcasm, but you still managed to take it as a compliment. You kept grinding your hips into him slowly, pulling noise after noise out of Steve, his head hanging low.

"Thank you," you replied in a whine. "Anyway, I was- fuck- I was wondering what you wanted to do with the money."

Steve sighed a soft, "Shit," as your hips bucked at his, hands tight on your waist. "Two things."

"Yeah?" you said, rocking against him, your fingers running soft circles along his happy trail. "That's not a lot of things considering you just won twenty-five grand."

"Well," he started, bouncing his legs and shoving himself further inside you, "first thing I want to do is buy this cute, little- fuck- local business. You might've heard of it. It's called The Lucky Shot."

You stopped mid-roll. Your eyes widened as your face filled with shock. "Full stop, are you serious?"

"Don't tease me like that." He all but whimpered, fucking up into you harshly.

Your hips rocked along with his, like two metronomes ticking in time with each other. The past year had been like that. The two of you were puzzle pieces, made to be slotted together. "Seriously though, are you really buying The Lucky Shot?"

"Owner's an older man who had a heart attack earlier in the year. He's having trouble- shit- keeping the place up and running. Figured I'd- oh- take it off his hands. Told him I knew a young couple who'd love to take over for him."

Your lips found his for a long, loving kiss. He bounced you on his cock, and you moaned into the kiss, but somehow the noise just made it even more sickeningly romantic. "I love you, Steve Harrington."

"I didn't doubt it for a second, Y/N Y/L/N," he mumbled against your mouth, inhaling and taking you all in. "Hey, you're wearing that perfume I got you."

"Mhm," you smiled against his lips. "Thought it might- oh, god- bring you some good l-luck today." You leaned back up, your hips rutting with extra force as you chased down your high. You let out a low mewl. "What's the second thing?"

"That-" his voice hitched as he led you along his cock, "depends."

"On what?"

"I need your- ah- permission first."

The rolls of your hips slowed and your eyebrows furrowed in some mixture of pleasure and confusion. "OK, shoot."

His hands stilled your waist, his eyes soft as he looked up at you. "Marry me."

You knew it wasn't humanly possible, but you were fairly positive your heart flew out of your chest as you processed his words. "What?"

He tipped his chin toward the nightstand. "Look in the drawer."

Your eyebrows creased even harder. You were just still, somehow managing to completely ignore the current task at hand.

He let out a light huff, running his hand up to the small of your back. "Just trust me, princess."

You pulled at the handle of the drawer, looking around for anything that could be a clue as to what he was talking about. Your vision began to blur with happy tears, though you still weren't sure what you were searching for.

He watched as your concentration face became apparent, a chuckle tumbling off his lips. "Trojan box."

Your hand flew to the little black box, lifting the top. With a flick of your finger, you flipped open the box, inspecting the ring that was hidden inside. Tears started to slide down your cheeks as you registered what was happening.

Steve stole the box from your hand, holding it as though he was proposing normally, as though he wasn't balls deep inside you. "Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me?"

"You hid my engagement ring in a condom box?" you asked, still flabbergasted.

"Well, I figured what better way to propose to you than by doing something that reminds you of the first time we met?"

You placed your hands on his cheeks, tugging his face toward yours and meeting him for a kiss. He tasted like your slick and his sweat, and somehow, it was the most amazing aroma you'd ever experienced. You took all of him in, letting him fill your senses like a breath of fresh air. His chest heaved underneath you, and his lips moved in sync with yours like he couldn't get enough.

You parted from him, lying down his chest and raising your hand. He chuckled at your speechless form as slipped the ring onto your finger. The band fit perfectly, just like he knew it would. Puzzle pieces.

"It's so pretty," you smiled. By the tone in your voice, Steve was convinced you were either cock-drunk or delirious. Probably both.

"Anything's pretty when you're the one wearin' it," he said, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Awww," you beamed, your hand combing through his deep brown hair. "Hey, you do realize that one day, when our kids ask, 'Mommy, how did Daddy propose?' we're gonna have to explain that your dick was inside me and you hid my engagement ring in a Trojan box?"

"Let's not get the cart ahead of the horse now," he chuckled. "You're the only one I want callin' me Daddy for a while."

You giggled, meeting his lips for a blissed-out peck. "Just think. You and me, together forever. Just like this for a lifetime."

"Just like this?" he teased, earning him an eye roll.

You pushed yourself up, your hands on either side of his head as you hovered above him. Your lips connected to his like magnets, this time for a steamy kiss, one filled with pure want. "Hey, you wanna know something, cowboy?"

"What's that?" he huffed in amusement, his thumbs caressing small circles on the fat of your hips.

"I say yes. To a lifetime of your love, your kisses, your stupid cowboy hat rule, all of it. I say yes a thousand times over."

"Can't argue with that, cowgirl."

A FORMAL APOLOGY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO POST 😭🤚🏻

I wish I had a good reason. I think I really just kept putting it off and didn't wanna read through it because I was overwhelmed (not with the fic, just with life) but I forced myself through it and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

Special thanks to @dungeons-are-too-cold for staying up with me until 5 am again to make sure this fic was at its best! Love you forever!!

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @writer-in-theory @esoltis280 @liberhoe

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 13 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warnings with some notes: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut, fluff, with slight angst. Steve has a confrontation with his dad in the beginning (dad insults reader and her appearance), near the end reader tells the boys about a bad past relationship (him hiding her and humiliating her).

Her experience with an ex is very similar to something I went through with mine. Never forget that all of you are beautiful and deserve to be seen and appreciated <3

Word Count: 5415

“Shit.”

You three pause what you’re doing as you listen to the front door of Steve’s house open and slam shut. 

“Neither of you speak, ok? If he wants to say something he can say it to me. Baby, can you grab a couple of the shirts there and I think we’ll be good to go.”

“Ok, Daddy.” As you turn to do what he says, his hand tugs on yours as he brings your lips to his own. Steve softly smiles as he caresses your cheek before letting you go. 

Throwing the last of his essentials into his suitcase, Eddie takes it and allows his friend to lead as you both follow close behind. 

“Well look who finally decided to come home.”

“I’m not home, dad. Just grabbing some of my things before we head back to Wayne’s trailer.”

“Ah, so still standing by the slut?” Steve dropped the bags he was holding as he turned to face his father. Your hand shot out to pull on his arm, silently begging him to let it go. “Leave it to you to find one you can’t even properly use.”

“What does that even mean?”

“She has no connections or ties to better opportunities for you. She has no money. She’s definitely not arm candy. I mean look at your mother. She’s a gorgeous, powerful woman—”

“That you cheat on.”, he interrupted. “Y/N is a gorgeous, powerful woman and I’m sorry you can’t see that.”

“Hm. Look, don’t come crawling back to me when you realize you’ve made a mistake hitching your wagons to this horse.”

“And don’t let me ever hear again how you’re shaming her and calling her names to anyone that will listen.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me. She’s going through a lot after what you did.”

“Good. I’m not going to be silent about some whore brainwashing my son—”

Steve took determined strides forward till he was almost nose to nose with his father. “Call her something else. I dare you.”

Your panicked eyes meet Eddie’s before he slowly steps towards them and tugs at Steve’s arm. “Harrington. Come on, man. Let it go. Who gives a fuck what this asshole thinks.”

After a few moments, Steve finally turned grabbing his things along with Eddie and heading towards his van. 

#########

“Wow. You three are mighty quiet.”, Masie mused during lunch that following day. 

“I’m tired.”

“Mhmm. Fun fact, gentlemen. When Y/N says she’s tired that’s code for ‘I’m overwhelmed.’”

You playfully stick your tongue out at her as Eddie grins at you both. 

“It’s been a long couple of weeks.”, you sigh as you lean against her shoulder. 

“I know, honey. I, um, I may be asking a stupid question here but are you three going to prom?”

Both men glanced at you as you shook your head. “Still no? Y/N, come on. Before you said you didn’t want to go because you wouldn’t have a date to dance with. Now you have two!”

“Do you want to go?”, Steve asked. “We can get the tickets and everything.”

Your eyes met Masie’s before scooting closer to her. 

“Ah. It seems Harrington, little miss here feels guilty about us spending money on her.”, Eddie chuckles as he takes a bit of the food from his lunch bag. 

“Why? I haven’t been cut off yet. Knowing him that will take a while. My dad may be pissed at me but I’m still a Harrington. He’s still hoping I come crawling back.”

“Then…maybe we should save that for an apartment…”

Both boys laugh under their breath and your best friend watches with amusement as she studies the dynamic. 

“Y/N, do you want to go to prom? Yes or No.”

“I…”

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t revert back to shy you. Be open and honest. It’s us remember?” Eddie’s foot extends out to rub your leg. 

“I want to go, I just don’t want to be around these assholes.”, you gesture towards the student body. “They’d ruin it, not just for me but you guys to.”

“Fuck them.”, Steve chimes in. “Fuck these people.”

“Oh please, Steve. I like the movie ‘Carrie’. Doesn’t mean I want to live it!” That makes them genuinely laugh as you smile. “I’m going to grab another drink. Does anyone want anything?”

Everyone shakes their head, watching you as head back towards the lunch line. 

“I have an idea, if you two would be open to it.”, Masie grins mischievously. 

They lean towards her, listening as your best friend begins detailing her plan. Eddie shakes his head when she finishes. 

“Seriously, how have I never met you before? You’re so fucking badass.”

Without thinking, he leans over the table to give her hug, startling her before she grins and returns his display of affection. 

#########

“Maze, what the hell? Why can’t I keep my eyes open?”

“Because, honey, this is how surprises work. Now shut up and smile in 3…2…1.”

Her hands lift from your eyes and you giggle as you allow them to adjust before falling on a beautiful dress laid out on her bed. Stepping forward, your fingers trace the black silk of the garment as your eyes trace the white sleeves. 

“Masie…what—”

“You said you wanted to go but not with the assholes at school.”, she interrupted. “The guys and I thought we could have a prom of our own.”

“Maze. You…I…” 

Your best friend cut you off again, gently placing her palm over your mouth. “Y/N, they will be here in an hour so let’s put on our dresses and let me do your hair. I’m thinking floofy like Farrah.”

****

“Hey! You must be Edward and Steven.” Masie’s dad extends his arm out to enthusiastically shake each boy’s hand. “I’m Kenneth but you can call me Ken. The girls will be right down.”

“Uh, yeah, thank you, sir.”, Steve politely smiled slightly taken a back. 

“My wife and I had made plans tonight because Masie said she didn’t want to go to prom but when she changed her mind, we made sure to at least be here to take pictures of her and Y/N! God, I still remember when they were in Kindergarten and Y/N would come over to spend time with her. Always a sweet girl that one. I swear—”

“Dad! Stop pestering them.”, Masie scolded as she ran the rest of the way down the stairs. 

“I’m not! I’m just telling them about you and Y/N being best friends.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

They didn’t hear a word either of them said. You had followed your friend down and shyly glanced their way before opening your arms a bit to display your dress. Their eyes constantly raked across you from head to toe. The dress was actually sleeveless, the white parts resting on either side of your biceps as the top part of your outfit both hugged and displayed your breasts perfectly. It was bit snug around your curves making you a bit self-conscious but they barely seemed to notice. 

To them you were always beautiful but in this dress with your hair flowing down your shoulders the way it was, you looked like an angel.

“Uh oh.” Masie waves her hand in front of their face. “Gentlemen! Is that a good stare or a bad stare? Do I need to fix something or…?”

As your friend stepped forward, Steve stopped her by reaching for her arm. “No, don’t do anything. She looks gorgeous.”

“Perfect.”, Eddie followed. 

“Thank you.”, you blush. “You guys look handsome.”

The metalhead reached for your hand as you descended the rest of way. “Why thank you. We bought these tuxes without me once agitating Harrington by getting frustrated with all the pieces and buttons at the store.”

“Apparently my friend has never even worn a suit, let alone a tux.”

“I’ve worn a suit! In 5th grade…”

You and Masie laugh at them as her mom comes out to take pictures, promising she’ll get copies so everyone can have them. As soon as you guys step outside, you gasp when your eyes land on the limo. 

“Don’t say anything!”, Steve smiles in your direction. “We already know you think we’re doing too much.” 

Both men hold the doors for you and your friend as you two climb in the back. “So where is the dance being held.”

You whine when your vision is suddenly blind folded by what you assume is Eddie’s bandana since it smells strong like cigarettes. 

“That will be the next surprise!”

***

“Oh, wow, boys. I’m impressed, Eddie Munson.”

“Thank you, Masie Collins.”

“Excuse me! I still can’t see.”, you smile. “I know we’re at Eddie’s trailer because I hear the dog across the street.”

Your blind fold is removed and you blink as your eyes adjust, Steve backing up to stand near the other boy as they watch your face. You were at Eddie’s trailer except there were white Christmas lights strung together across the yard to create a makeshift dance area. Off to the side was a table and a BBQ pit beside it already smoking. Eddie’s stereo was hanging in the window and above his front door was a banner that read “Hawkins High 1984 Senior Prom.”

“I guess Wayne started our food for us.”, the metalhead headed that way to make sure everything was ok and together. 

“Do you like it?”, Steve asks as he sticks his hands in his pockets nervously shifting.

“Like it? Oh my god. I love it!”

##########

“Eddie, these are really good. I didn’t know you could cook anything.”, Masie compliments with her mouth full. 

“I mean, not much to this, besides flipping a burger.”, he laughs. “But thank you.”

“Y/N, since you’re finished, do you want to dance with me?” Steve reaches under the table for your hand when you nod.

“Op. One second.” Eddie quickly stands and runs to his stereo before jumping up and loudly smacking the play button. You giggle, wrapping your arms around Steve as “I Wanna Know What Love Is” by Foreigner begins to play. 

“I told him to add anything he thought they would play at a prom. I’m starting to think maybe I should have listened to the tape beforehand.” The man laughs with you as he pulls you closer to him as you both begin to sway.

“Please, like you can’t dance to this.” Eddie gives him a big grin as he runs back to the table. 

Your eyes beam at him as his smile grows. “Are you have a good time, Daddy?”

“I am. What about you, baby?”

“I love seeing you both so happy. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you two smile like this.”

“It’s because of you.” You roll your eyes before you lean your cheek onto his chest. “I’m serious. Just to see your eyes light up when you got out of the car or the way you glowed when you came downstairs… that makes us happy.”

Eddie and Masie grin at you guys as she finishes her fries. “So, it really doesn’t bother you? Seeing her with him like that?”

The boy shakes his head with no hesitation. “I know she loves us both. She’s as much mine as she is his.”

“Fascinating.”

“I know, right?”

“Masie Collins, would you care to dance with me?” Steve extends his hand to her and she dusts off her own before taking it. “Your dance partner, sir, is waiting.”

Eddie grins as he heads towards you and you immediately pull him into your arms. “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper begins to play and he chuckles when you throw your head back and laugh. 

“Hey. If they aren’t playing this at prom then I don’t know what kids are into these days.”, the metalhead insists. 

“I love it. I love you, Sir.”, you smile. 

“I love you to, sweetheart. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, I am. Thank you both so much for this.”

Steve spins Masie and she laughs as she grips his hand again. “What about you, Steve Harrington? You don’t get jealous at all seeing her kiss on him?”

“No ma’am. It’s…hard to explain. It just works. I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

“Now I do have to ask…when did that change occur? You’ve had classes together before but you never bothered to talk to her.”

“That’s fair. I always thought she was beautiful. I just wanted to impress my dad more I guess and be who he wanted me to be. I was an asshole.”, he laughs. 

“Yeah you were and should you ever revert back to that asshole and hurt her I will kill you; both of you!”

You giggle at her threat as you pull Eddie closer to you. 

##########

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?”, you ask as you walk Masie to the limo.

“It’s fine, Y/N. There would be no point in you guys coming all the way with me just to drop me off and come back here. I’ve never been in a limo before tonight. Riding alone will make me feel famous.” She strikes a pose making you laugh. “You look beautiful. I had so much fun.”

“Me to. Thank you…for helping them put this together.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend. I know you’d do the same for me.”, she grins as she climbs in. You wave as the vehicle drives down the road and disappears over the hill. 

As soon as you turn around, you’re blinded by a flash of white light. “Jesus, Daddy! “, you giggle. 

“I’m sorry. You just look so damn good; I want to remember this forever.”

You pose as he takes another picture. “Is there a way you can remember this moment without all this crap.”, Eddie whines as he tugs on his outfit. Bouncing giddily towards him, you help the metalhead remove all the uncomfortable pieces of his tux till it’s just his white shirt and slacks. “Thank you, baby. Thanks for NOTHING, Steven!”

“Hey, I got you into it. She can get you out of it. Smile!”

The boy rolls his eyes sticking out his tongue as you laugh. Steve was chuckling to as he turned mid picture to look at you two. 

“Aw, I love that one. I’m going to frame it and put it near the front door of our apartment.”

“We can go looking this week after school if you want to.”

“That sounds like fun.” Your smile faulters slightly as you sigh. “I need to look for a job to. Maybe something on campus.”

“Honey…” Steve pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. “Let’s not worry about that right now, alright?”

You both jump at the loud sound of thunder. “Are you kidding me?! This really is a Stephen King book. Baby, get inside and Steve can you help me move this stuff under the awning.”

Standing by the front door you, watch them as they quickly try and move everything before the rain comes. Just as they shifted the final piece of furniture it began to pour. You were in such a good mood you couldn’t help but stand in the middle of Eddie’s front yard with your arms open, letting the water fall pleasantly onto your skin. 

You saw the flash of white light again, turning to see the metalhead holding the camera this time. 

“You looked so beautiful…I had to freeze this moment.”

##############

Your back smacked into the wall as Eddie shoved you against it, his lips passionately kissing your own. He grinned against your mouth when he felt your needy, desperate hands fumbling with his belt before sliding your palm down the front of his pants to rub his growing bulge he had begun grinding against you. 

You two stumbled into the kitchen, his arm reaching behind you to clear off the counter and knocking trash onto the floor. He turns you around so your back is against his chest but as he tries to push you down onto the furniture in front of you, you cling your arm around his neck as your lips kiss any part of him you could reach. 

Eddie’s fingers roughly tug the bottom of your dress up over your ass before aggressively pushing your front half onto the countertop. One of his strong hands presses into your body holding you flat as his other yanks down your panties. 

Steve’s damp frame leans in front of your face, his lips capturing yours when you feel the other boy kick your legs further apart. You whimper into his kisses as the metalhead slides his cock into your entrance. The palm between your shoulders come around to cling to your belly as he begins thrusting into you. 

“Oh my…god.”, you pant.

“Does he feel good, honey?”

“Yes, Daddy. So…so fucking good.” 

Steve grins as he jumps onto the counter in front of you and undoes it pants just enough to free his dick as he holds the base, bringing the tip to your lips. Your arms lean against his thighs and he groans, biting his bottom lip as you envelope him into your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby. There you go. Our beautiful girl.”

Eddie grunted behind you as he placed his hands on your shoulders, clinging to you tightly as his pace slowed and he slammed his hips into you roughly. Each stroke pushed you lower onto Steve causing you to gag around him. A ring laced hand suddenly took hold of your hair, forcing your mouth further down the other boy’s cock as he began pumping into you faster again but not any less hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, pretty girl. You can take it.”

After what feels like forever, Eddie tugs firmly on your hair, forcing your head up to look at Steve. You placed your palm around him, continuing to stroke him as you moaned. 

“Are you about to cum?” When you nodded, he lightly smacked your cheek. “Say it.”

“I’m…I’m gonna cum, Daddy.”

“Don’t you—mmm��don’t you dare stop stroking my dick. Even when you cum. Do you hear me?”

“Ye-yes, Daddy.”

“When you do cum, you should thank him. I think…your Master deserves it for how-how good he’s making you feel.”

Eddie’s chest fell against you as he rolled his hips, wrapping his arms held you tightly. Your body started to shake as your head flew back and you came.

“YES! Fuck me. Thank you, Sir! Thank you.” You repeated your last sentence over and over as you rested your forehead against his sweaty cheek. A strangled groan left his lips as his rhythm  sputtered and you felt him warm your insides as he aggressively pumped his release into your core.

Steve hopped off the counter, capturing your lips with his own. As soon as his friend pulled out, he was guiding you down the hallway towards the metalhead’s room. While you unbuttoned his shirt, he tried to fully remove his pants, failing as he tripped over them and fell onto his back on the floor near the bed taking you with him. 

“Whoa! Everyone ok?”, Eddie asked.

You grinned when you saw Steve’s nose scrunch as a silent laugh rippled through his body. 

“You alright, baby?”, you giggle as you tenderly run your fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Oh my god. I think I landed on my pride a bit but—” You cut him off with a kiss, mewling when you feel him grind his hips against yours. “Are you ready for me, honey?”

“I’m always ready for you, Daddy. I’m yours.” You turn your head to find Eddie who was leaning against the door frame. “Both of yours.”

The boy beneath you grips his cock, groaning as you slowly slide down onto it. As you gradually grind your lower half, the metalhead comes up behind you and delicately lifts your dress the rest of the way off your body. While you crane your neck to kiss his lips, Steve sits up to nibble on your throat as his hands roam all over you.

Eddie stretches out on the bed above you both, occasionally reaching out to play with your hair or caress your face as his friend starts pumping his hips up to meet yours. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess. I love watching you like this. I love the way your body moves and the pretty sounds you make. I love you.”

“I—mmm—I love you to, Sir, so much. Th-thank you…both of you.”

“For loving you?”, he chuckles. “You don’t have to thank us for that.”

You shake your head, trying to form your thoughts into words but it’s so hard with Steve roughly hitting all the sensitive spots inside of your pussy that drive you wild. 

“What-what are you…trying to say, baby girl?”

“I can’t…please…please Daddy. Make me cum.”

He grabs your cheeks, bringing you down with him as he lays on his back. Your hips bounce back to meet his thrusts as you pant heavily into his face. The coil in your belly snaps and he grunts as your pussy tightens around him. 

“Thank you! Th-thank you, Daddy.”

Steve strangles out a breathy fuck as he quickly follows after, his spend coating your insides.

“Thank you both…for being you…”

It takes them a minute to understand what you’re saying. 

“Hey, crybaby.”, Eddie grins as he playfully taps your arm. “You don’t have to thank us for that either.” You smile softly up at him as he rises to his feet, lifts you off his friend, and carries you into the bathroom. Right as the shower begins to steam up, there’s a loud clap of thunder and the power goes out. “Shit. Harrington!”

“Yeah! I’m coming!”

“There’s a candle on the dresser and lighters…everywhere.” You giggle when he nonchalantly waves his hands at the last word. A deep sigh left his chest when he felt you lean forward and place soft kisses on his skin.

A flicker of light illuminates the bathroom as Steve comes in and hops up on the counter now donning his boxers. Eddie guided you under the water and went to work cleaning your body. 

“Daddy, you should take a shower to since you were out in the rain. You don’t want to get sick.”

“Eh, I think I’ve been through worse.”, he smirks.

“You can tell him ‘I told you so’ when he he’s rubbing snot all over my stuff.” The metalhead grins when you laugh at his joke. “Can I ask you something, princess?”

“Oh, that was weird.”

“What?”

“Misters I-don’t-ask- I-take asking me if he can ask me a question.”

“Well, excuse me for considering your feelings and shit.”

“Aw, don’t pout, Sir. You can ask me anything.”, you beam up at him.

“Do you remember last year before that last week of school when we snuck into your room?”

“How could I forget?”

“Yeah, yeah.”, he chuckles as he reaches behind you to turn off the water and holds your hand as he guides you out. “Steve asked why we had to put a label on our relationship and you said because you had been burned before. Is that why you always feel the need to thank us the way you do?”

Eddie couldn’t see your face as much as he wanted to but with the minimal light, he saw enough to know that your eyes became a bit glassy as you time traveled to a moment in your past. 

“You don’t have to answer but I’ve been kind of curious myself. You don’t really talk about any exes but neither do we so…” Steve saw the same look the metalhead did and it made him worry. They didn’t want to ruin a perfect night by making you sad. 

“Do either of you have a yearbook from last year or even before?”

“Fuck no.”

“I might.”

Their answers made you laugh as you wrapped the towel around your body and headed for the bedroom. As Steve searched through his things, Eddie put a shirt over your head and helped you into some comfy shorts. 

The man made a tiny aha noise when he found junior year’s yearbook and jumped onto the bed beside you before handing it over. The metalhead climbed in next to you as well, shining a flashlight over you so you could see. 

When you found what you were looking for, you sighed before pointing at one of the photos. 

“Christian Wexler? Why does that name sound familiar?”

“He’s the douchebag from the theater club who always needed to be liked.”, Eddie rolled his eyes. “Last I heard, he moved out of Hawkins because he pulled some stunt that made some…parents…angry.” His chocolate irises met yours as he slowly came to realization. 

“What happened, honey?”

“I had the biggest crush on him for years but I was always so scared to say anything. One day he asked me out and I was just so elated. I dressed up in this really cute outfit and did my hair all nice. On our first date, we didn’t go anywhere. We stayed at his house to watch a movie. We dated for six months and we only ever went out once. He took me to a movie an hour away and we still ran into people he knew. Christian told them I was his friend.”

Steve’s hand reached out to rub your leg comfortingly as Eddie pushed your hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.

“That night I told him, he needed to tell people the truth or we were over. He said he would take me to a party one of the upper classman were throwing. Made a huge speech about how he would get on a table and tell everyone we were together. After two hours of waiting for him, I went to the party by myself and found him making out with one of the cheerleaders. He told the kids around him that I was obsessed with him and he ‘did me a favor’ by taking me to a movie but he realized I was too gross and ugly for anyone to date.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him. Where does he live now?”

“I was at that party.” You and Eddie turn towards Steve. “I didn’t hear any of that or see it but I do remember seeing you run out the front door. I didn’t think anything of it. I was—”

“Making out with Karla Thomas.”, you nod. “I remember that because it made me leave quicker. The last thing I needed was Carol and Tommy being themselves.”

“What got him to move?”, the metalhead asked. 

“Timing essentially. When I got home after that my mom happened to be downstairs and saw me crying. I broke down and told her what happened. She went to his house and screamed at his parents who in turn signed him up for military school.”

“Well, I can’t say I feel bad for the asshole.”

“That was a couple of months before I got detention.” You meet their gaze as you watch full understanding come crashing down in their eyes. Why you originally wanted to be left alone. Why you were afraid of the feelings they made you feel and your fear of being hurt by them. Why you had that strong need to be seen and to identify what your relationship with them actually was. Why you constantly thanked them for everything they did like taking care of you, telling you that they loved you, and not suddenly changing into people you thought they weren’t. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”, Steve reached up pull your lips to his. 

“We would never hurt you like that. I swear, sweetheart, you’re safe with us.”

“Thank you.” You giggle when Eddie playfully wraps his arms around you and squeezes you into a big bear hug. 

############

“Hey there, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Masie flashes her a polite smile when your mom opens her front door. 

“Hey, honey. It’s nice to see you. Did you want to come in?”

“Oh, no, I can’t. I told Y/N that I would go with her to look for some jobs near the university. I did want to swing by and give you these.” Your best friend hands her an envelope as she thanks her. “My parents made a ton of copies so… I, uh, I know you guys aren’t talking to her but I thought you might like to see these.” 

Maze turns to head for her car, stopping to look at your mom again. “You guys missed a big moment in her life. I hope that those photos convince you to not miss another.”

“Who was it?”, your father asked as his wife came back into the living room. 

“Masie came to bring us some photos.”

“Of what?”

She opened the envelope and pulled out the photos from your prom. Grinning, she flipped through them, slowly absorbing every image. You looked so gorgeous in your dress as you posed with Masie in front of her house. Even though they were technically your dates, Eddie had positioned your best friend next you with both boys on either end as you guys were mid laugh. 

There were images of you in the limo leaning your head on Steve’s shoulder as he held your hand. Another of you straightening up the metalheads bowtie and jacket as he looked down at you fondly. She didn’t start to tear up until she got to the pictures of you dancing with the boys. You gave off a different energy that she had never witnessed from you before. It reminded her of when you were a toddler and you would dance on your father’s toes as you giggled. 

Her head hung when she got the final photo. Masie must have set a timer on the camera and ran to be next to you guys. As the flash went off, both men had leaned in to kiss your cheeks. Your eyes were closed as you smiled, scrunching your shoulders up as you blushed. Masie was on one knee, throwing her hands in the air like she had seen the cheerleaders do numerous times. 

Your mother rose to her feet and tried to hand the photos to your dad who shook his head. “I don’t want to see that.”

“I think we made a mistake. We should call her and hear her out.”

“Fine. You go call her but nothing she says is going to make me think this isn’t wrong.”

“Why is it wrong? Look at her.” She holds up one of the images and he promptly looks in the other direction. “She looks…happy. She looks like I did when you took me to prom.”

“Don’t. Don’t do that, honey. It’s not the same.”

“Baby, I’m not saying I understand it all either but let’s give her chance.”

Your father’s lips formed into a hard line before shaking his head. You mom huffs in frustration as she heads up stares towards your room.

***

“Uh, sweetheart.”

Eddie tries to get your attention while you are play fighting with Steve. You were trying to help him study for the final exam but he was trying to distract you by tickling you when you focused too hard on the questions on the paper. 

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your mom is on the phone.” You and the other boy freeze as you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to talk to her if you don’t want to, babe.”

“No, no I do.” A nervous sigh escapes your lips as you scoot closer to him and take the phone from his grasp. “Mom?”

“Hey. Hey, Y/N. How are you doing? You, um, you doing ok?”

“Physically I am.” Her sad sigh on the other end makes you feel immediately guilty. “I miss you.”

“I miss you to. Masie gave us some pictures of your prom. You looked so good…you and your dates.”

“Thank you. We had so much fun.”

“That makes me happy, honey.” She pauses for a long while before finally speaking again. “I understand if you don’t want to see me after what happened but I’d like to have dinner with you sometime. Maybe we could talk about Edward and Steven…”

You glance up towards them to find them both watching you intensely. 

“O-Okay. I’d like that.”

###########

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Not even close to seven (well it's 700 words) sentences sunday

I was planning to work on different wips today but then I remembered i promised part two for my royal au (you rule my heart (I am your royal slave) ) for @mandzuking17 as it's their birthday on next sunday. so here is start of Buck's riding of the King in throne hall and it just feels for now tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz thank you <333(

“Are you ok, my love?” Buck puts his hands to massage broad shoulders he hates to see so tense. His royal lover tenses more for a second, before relaxing a little, letting him continue his movements. “Were your parents rude to you again, Your Majesty?”

His King nods and leans closer to him, melting in his hands and Buck sadly smiles, knowing too well how hard rude and painful words of ex-King and ex-Queen break his perfect beautiful and exceptional man every time. How Ramon and Helen make his fantastic and unearthly King, the real blessing sent in their life by best and caring gods, feel miserable and question his every decision. 

Buck can not let his beautiful soul, his one and only lover, even for a second more  think about what he heard this morning. Saddling big thighs that he use quite a lot as his own throne or pillow with quick, after five years of a lot of practise, movement that King looks at him astonishing, Buck smiles, putting his hand on perfect and sharp line of his King’s jaw, making him look at him with caring touch, using other hand to continue relaxing movement on Eddie’s shoulder.

“They know nothing about you, my love. Nothing. They just want you to feel bad for being better than them in everything they always made mistakes. In raising their child, in making him feel and believe that he was loved as they should have, for example. Because that is what you do, my sun. Our son feels loved and cared for because of you. You gave him all his love simply because he exists, and you make him feel it. Something that Ramon and Helen were not the best in. They made you believe you were not enough. But it is not true. You are enough for your people, your kingdom, which is now in its best because of you. It’s you who made our kingdom safe and rich as never before. And we only get better. You on this throne,” Buck knocks on the golden chair where Eddie is sitting, “only a quarter of your father’s time and you already made way more things for our people than he ever did.”

Buck hugs Eddie closer to his chest and connects their noses, taking little pause to brush it together to make his lover smile at him a little from this his action.

“How I said. You are enough for our son, our prince, who I am sure will be the perfect successor to the throne after you,” this makes Eddie nod with his proud smile he has when he thinks about their perfect son. 

“And you are enough for me, my love,” Buck makes eye contact with beautiful woods, which makes him think about the forest, where he met a young prince, who stole his heart within seconds of their meeting. He doesn’t break this connection of his blues with Eddie’s browns, not letting Eddie do it when he continues. “You are the best thing that happened to me in my entire life. You came into my life, the real prince on white horse, and saved me from people who never cared about me. You showed me that I can be myself and be loved and cared for. You care about me every day, even if I can be in my not my best mood or best behavior,” they both smirk on this last part. “You are the most smart and caring, kind and beautiful person I have ever met. You love me so fiercely and never make me feel unloved. You are my perfect King, my perfect lover. So please, no matter what Ramon and Helen said, do not let yourself think about it. It makes you unhappy and it makes me so agonizingly sad. My heart can not take to see you in such a mood,” Buck gets closer to Eddie’s lips. “Promise me to stop thinking about them right that moment please.”

“I promise, my heart, I promise.” 

Buck smiles in the kiss, which his King starts. As always, wild and demanding. Taking all that Buck can give and always eager to give to make sure his King, his Eddie - because he is the only one who is allowed to use this real name his King loves- takes and feels all Buck’s love. To make sure his lover is satisfied, because it’s Buck’s biggest present he can ever receive.    

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[shelfthe-reader]

Since I’m trying to leave my hater era in 2024, but I’m also an absolute petty bitch, I will now be airing out my grievances about 9-1-1 for the last time to hopefully leave in the past. Will it sound like I’m beating a dead horse? Yes. But I’m new to the fandom and never really gave my opinion on the older seasons.

Tommy Kinard can choke on a walnut. Even if we ignore his COMPLETELY ABOMINABLE backstory (like the writers did) he “has the personality of cardboard and his relationship with Buck was like burnt toast” (exact quote from a friend of mine) and I would have rather given buck a completely random man for a boyfriend instead of living through that mess. It was never about Tommy getting in the way of a more popular ship. It was ALWAYS about how he’s objectively just a BAD CHARACTER.

Josh’s speech in 8.06 was a complete dumpster fire and was completely unnecessary in the way it was approached. Granted, i was born in 2005, so I may not really have a leg to stand on, but even I could tell that it was more “product placement” than an actual coherent thought. I saw where they were going with it, but the scripts for 8.06/8.07 (for Buck at least) felt extremely disjointed and unfinished.

Obviously S5 came out a couple years ago but I binged the entire show in two weeks so Imma mention BuckTaylor for a moment: that relationship was so toxic MY GOD!! I can’t even decide when it started- was it when Taylor was introduced as a hungry reporter and almost ruined Bobby? Was it the fact the “official” BuckTaylor arc started because Eddie was shot and Buck was traumatized? Was it when Buck kissed Lucy and wouldn’t tell Taylor and asked her to move in? Was it when she **actually said yes ?*** Idk man. Like she had some iconic character moments and BuckTaylor had some fun friendship moments in S4 but that’s all it should have been.

I find the “Ramon Diaz Redemption Arc” kind of interesting ngl. Do I hate that they redeemed Buck + Chim’s parents? Yes. Do I want Helena to suffer? Yes. But do I want Ramon saved? Sort of yeah 😭

I would greatly appreciate it if they let Buck actively say that he’s bisexual instead of that dumb (but kinda funny) pond metaphor

That is all. I probably had more hate in my brain but I can’t articulate the rest of it. If you want to hate with me, hate ON me, go right ahead. I probably won’t respond. Like I said, I’m trying to leave the majority of my hate in 2024 so I can hold space for more important things.

[hollybyrde]

for @penny00dreadful

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Chapter 3: The Emerald City

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Steve woke up to snowflakes tickling his nose, and the familiar sound of Robin rambling.

No, not Robin, The Scarecrow, he reminded himself as he blinked his eyes open, because they were still stuck in Oz trying to get back home. 

He never thought he’d be so desperate to see Hawkins again. 

Wait—snowflakes?

“Oh, it does help! Look, they're waking up!” The Scarecrow cheered. “Steve, Eddie, Lion?! Are you alright?”

“Unusual weather we’re having.” The Lion muttered, letting out a huge yawn to Steve's left.

To his right, where he still faced—where their hands were still laced together between their bodies because neither of them had let go even in sleep—Eddie began to stir.

“Steve?”

Steve sat up, pulling Eddie up along with him and into his arms, crushing the other boy to his chest. The snowfall slowed to a stop as they held each other.

Eddie pulled back, running his hands up and down Steve’s shoulders, arms, and chest, as if he was searching him for wounds, before they found their way to Steve’s face, gently wiping away the wetness left behind by the melting snow. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked.

Steve stared back at him, feeling lightheaded and a little breathless, unsure if it was due to the poppies or the way Eddie was handling him like he was something precious. ”I think so, w–what about you?”

“Better now.” Eddie smiled, tilting his head as he fully cupped Steve’s cheek. 

The touch was warm and gentle, and the look in Eddie’s eyes so tender that Steve couldn’t help turning away to blush—the butterflies waging assault in his stomach returning with a vengeance.

The move had him looking back at the others for the first time, and while The Scarecrow was helping The Lion to his feet, The Tin Woman stood behind them, frozen. 

“Damn, the snow—it’s got her rusted again.”

Eddie pushed himself to his feet and offered Steve a hand up. He teetered for a second on the heels, forgetting for a moment that he was even wearing them, but quickly righted himself, and together they searched through the tall flowers until they found the oil can—getting right to work on the Tin Woman’s many joints. 

“Do you think it really was the snow that woke us up?” Steve said, passing the can over to Eddie so he could get the other side of their new friend.

Eddie nodded, pursing his lips as he glanced at the clouds above with suspicion. “I think it’s likely that Glinda had something to do with it. Like maybe she’s been watching us.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He didn’t blame Eddie for being wary after everything they’d been through, but he couldn't help wanting to trust The Good Witch. Maybe it was only because she looked like Joyce, but he was pretty sure she was a genuinely good person. 

“We should get out of this field quickly then, before it all melts, and not look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Y’know, I never understood that expression. I mean, it’s ridiculous! Why a horse? Who is looking in a horse’s mouth anyways? And what the fuck does any of it have to do with gift receiving?!”

The short speech had the air of an old Eddie Munson lunch table tirade, and Steve had to stifle a laugh. “I don't know, never really thought about it I guess.”

After one last treatment of oil to her knee, The Tin Woman was good to go, quickly thanking them before rushing off to check on The Lion. Steve shook his head as he watched them together, supposing some things were the same in every universe. 

-

Once they got moving again it didn’t take long to reach the front gates of The Emerald City. Unfortunately, they were locked up tight with no one around and nothing indicating a way to proceed save for a bit of rope hanging next to the entrance. 

After examining it for a moment Eddie shrugged, and pulled, setting off the ringing of a bell. 

A hidden window cut into the thick doors burst open above their heads, revealing a guard in a tall fuzzy green hat, who looked suspiciously like Steve’s ex-best friend, Tommy Hagan, though he knew better by now than to think it actually was.

“Who’s out here ringing that damn bell!”

“Uh–” Steve’s eyes slid sideways, sharing a confused look with Eddie before reaching his arm up high to wave in front of the guy’s face. “We are? Can’t you see us?”

“Of course I can see you.” The guard looked down his nose. “Can’t you read?”

“Read what?” Steve asked.

“The notice!”

Eddie threw his hands up. “What notice?”

The guard looked all around, heaving a put-upon sigh before reaching somewhere behind him, producing a sign that he strung up without a word before ducking away, slamming his little window closed.

“Bell out of order, please knock.” The Tin Woman read aloud.

“Sounded like it worked just fine to me.” Eddie grumbled.

“Stop screwing around and let us in, man!” Steve shouted.

The Tin Woman squeezed past them and rapped her knuckles against the gate three times. “Let's just play their game so we can get inside.” 

The little window popped back open immediately, though the guard looked no less annoyed. “That’s more like it! Now, what do you want?”

“We’re here to see The Wizard.” Steve said.

“The Wizard?” The guard scoffed. “No one gets to see the Great Oz, even I’ve never seen him!”

“Then how do you know there is one?” The Scarecrow asked.

“Well b-b-because,” he stuttered. “It doesn't matter! Get lost, you’re wasting my time.”

“But the Good Witch of the North sent us!”

The guard narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Steve looked at each of his companions, scrambling for any idea of what might serve as proof, when suddenly Eddie perked up, snapping his fingers. “The shoes! He’s wearing the ruby slippers she gave him!”

The guard leaned over the edge of his cubby hole to look, gasping when he set eyes on Steve’s feet, and completely changed his tune. “Oh, well alright then! Why didn’t you say that in the first place? That's a horse of a different color! Of course you can come in!”

“Enough with the horse metaphors already!” Eddie huffed.

The Scarecrow tilted her head. “I think it’s less of a metaphor and more of an idiom.” 

Eddie scowled. “I thought you didn’t have a brain, Scarecrow?”

The gigantic doors that served as gates to the city finally swung open, granting them entrance to a grand center, where people of all shapes and sizes, dressed in various shades of vibrant green, bustled about.

The guard reappeared to shake Steve’s hand, having come down from his perch, and was now joined by a female guard that resembled—who else—Carol Perkins. Just like their real world counterparts, now that Steve had proved himself to be someone important, they seemed more than happy to be associated—with him at least. 

“So, The Wizard?” Eddie prompted.

“Not so fast.” The female guard said, looking Eddie up and down with clear disdain. “I think we’d better take you someplace to clean up a bit first.”

Steve opened his mouth to tell her where she could shove her attitude, but Eddie spoke first.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We don't have time for a makeover montage. Take us to The Wizard, or—“

“Or what?” 

The one who looked like Tommy puffed up his chest, and Steve had officially had enough. He stepped between the guard and Eddie, jabbing him hard in the chest. “Hey buddy, we’ve fought monsters, okay? We can take two stuck up dickheads, so I suggest you back off and take us where we want to go.”

The guard cast his eyes around nervously. They were starting to draw the attention of passers by now. “Fine, follow me.” 

As the pair led their group across the square, Steve finally let himself relax enough to take a good look around. He marveled at the floor, so dark green it looked almost black, and buffed to such a high shine that he could see his reflection in it as they walked. 

As usual, they didn't get far before something went wrong. 

Frantic whispers broke out amongst the crowd, with many citizens pointing up into the air with worried expressions, making them all stop in their tracks to look up too, just as the words: Surrender Steve & Eddie, began to appear, written in the sky with black smoke.

“Shit.” Eddie cursed.

“It’s The Wicked Witch, she followed us here.” Steve said.

The scattered whispers raised to shouts as everyone around them started wondering aloud who this mysterious Steve and Eddie were. 

“The wizard will explain it!” Someone hollered nearby, prompting many folks to start rushing towards a certain set of doors, similar to the front gates of the city but on a slightly smaller scale.

Steve glanced around, unsurprised to find that their guides, the Tommy and Carol look-alikes, had abandoned them. “What should we do?”

“Follow the crowd,” Eddie rushed out. “We still need to see The Wizard, and they’ll lead us right to him.”

Somehow they managed to push their way to the front of the gathering mass, only to encounter yet another guard with a familiar face and mane of very long dark hair addressing the crowd.

“Okay, my dudes. Just stay calm, it’s alright! The Great and Powerful Oz has everything under control. Just, uh, go on home and chill out or whatever.”

While the inhabitants of the Emerald City dispersed, taking the guard at his word, Steve, Eddie, and their companions continued to approach.

“We need to see The Wizard, right away.” Steve said.

The guard shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, brochacho, but no one gets in to see The Wizard.”

“But they’re Steve and Eddie!” The Tin Woman said.

“Woah, the Witch’s Steve and Eddie?”

Steve wanted to scream—who else could they possibly mean?! But he held back, knowing it wouldn’t do them any good to piss off the guy who stood between them, and the one person in this insane place that could get them home. 

“Holy macaroni, that does make a difference! Wait here.” With a swish of his hair the guard was gone around the corner. 

Steve barely had enough time to wonder how long they’d have to wait, before the guy was back, and he couldn’t quite decide if the quick turnaround time was a good sign or a bad one.

“Okay dudes, good news or bad news?”

The question didn’t bode well, and Steve knew exactly what Eddie would say before he said it.

“Bad news first, always.”

The guard sighed. “The wizard said, and I quote: go away.”

“But–”

“The good news is,” the guard carried on, lowering his voice to a loud whisper, “I heard a field of poppies appeared right outside of the city. Care to partake in a little magical shut eye with a new friend—that’s me—on this fine afternoon?”

Steve turned away before the guy was even done speaking, stalking off to sit on a nearby curb. He’d had enough magical sleep in his life, thank you very much, enough times of falling unconscious only to wake up not knowing where he was. He was done with this shit, it was supposed to be over!

When they defeated Vecna and the Upside Down was destroyed, he thought it was finally his turn for happiness, or at the very least some peace—some normalcy. 

But now? 

Now he was stuck here in this place, he and Eddie both. They’d done what The Good Witch said, traveled all this way, only made it there by the skin of their teeth, and now The Wizard wouldn't even see them?! 

He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. 

Steve dropped his head into his hands, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, and felt the air shift as someone knelt down in front of him. He knew it was Eddie without having to look, the smell of cigarettes wafting over him, and something else, something warm and woodsy and distinctly Eddie, faintly under that. 

“We’re never gonna get back are we?” Steve cried into his palms. “I’ll never get to see Robin again—and Wayne?! God, he must be worried sick about you already. And the kids? We won’t get to see them finish high school, and–”

Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. “Hey, Stevie. Look at me, please?”

He did. 

He looked up because Eddie had asked, but gazing into those dark soulful eyes did nothing to halt his tears. “I just wanted to get us home.” 

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Eddie leaned in, resting his forehead against Steve’s as he took a deep breath. “And I miss everyone too, but let’s not give up hope just yet. We’ve beaten worse odds than this, haven't we?”

Steve sniffled, and despite it all felt his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. Because Eddie was right. They were alive, and they had each other, and that was more than enough reason to still have hope. 

“You know what, man?” The guard called out, looking a little misty eyed himself. “Let me see what I can do, because that was the sweetest shit I’ve ever seen, and love like that shouldn’t go unrewarded. How long have you two been a couple?”

Steve’s heart leapt into his throat as he was forcibly reminded that they were not alone, and how close they now were. He pulled back reflexively, sputtering, “oh, um, well–”

Eddie shook his head, smiling as he rose to his feet to face the guard, though the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “He’s not, um—w-we’re just friends.”

The guard looked between them for a moment, mouth agape. “Really?”

“Is that… is that allowed here? Two men?” Steve heard himself ask.

“Your Tin lady and Lion friend over there have been making goo-goo eyes at each other this whole time and no one cared, of course it’s allowed! What kind of silly question is that?”

“I guess they don’t have homophobia in Oz either.” Steve said quietly, glancing up at Eddie, who was now eyeing him curiously.

“Okay, well, a friendship like that shouldn't go unrewarded either—so!” 

With a grin, and a nod, the guard ducked away again, and just like the gates out front, the doors to the Wizard’s chambers swung open wide.

For the third time since they landed in this strange place, Steve looked up to find Eddie’s hand already reaching out to help him stand, and as he had each time before, he took it readily, a warmth settling in his chest along with the knowledge that Eddie would always pick him up when he needed it. 

This time, when he was back on his feet, Steve didn’t let go, and with their fingers entwined, he and Eddie rushed over to rejoin their friends.

The five of them set off through the doorway together, walking down a long dark hallway that spilled them out into a throne room, of sorts. Except there wasn’t a throne sitting on the raised dais, or if it was, it was unlike any throne Steve had ever imagined before, with the visage of a giant glowing head floating behind it, the whole scene flanked by two columns of fire. 

“Come forward.” A deep voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the room.

Steve gripped Eddie’s hand tighter as they all took a step forward. He kept trying to get a better look at what he assumed to be the Wizard, but between the flames and the occasional bursts of smoke that came from nowhere, it was impossible to get a clear view. 

“I am Oz, the great and powerful. Who are you?”

Steve gulped, beginning to sweat from the heat and nerves. “We’re Steve and Eddie, uh, sir, and we’ve come to ask you—”

“Silence! The Great and Powerful Oz knows why you all have come.”

“If he already knew, then why did he ask who we were?!” Eddie ground out between clenched teeth.

Steve agreed with him actually, but shushed him anyway. 

“And, I have every intention of granting your requests, but first you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a small task.”

“Oh! Like, a side quest?” Eddie blurted out. 

“Bring me the broomstick of The Wicked Witch of the West,” the voice went on as if it hadn’t been interrupted. 

The Scarecrow sucked in a breath. “But, we’d probably have to kill her to get it!”

“Are we sure about this?” The Tin Woman asked.

The Lion ducked his head. “I don’t know how much help I'll be.”

“I mean, me and Steve—” Eddie bit his lip. “We’ve killed before.”

“Those were monsters though, this is—”

“Enough!” The voice roared, effectively cutting Steve off and ending their debate. “I have spoken. Now go! Bring it to me and I’ll give you what you want.”

-

In one last act of kindness, the guard who looked like Argyle led them back out of the city and put them on the road to The Witch’s castle, though only after trying to talk them out of it at least a dozen times. 

It was dark, night having fallen while they were busy trying to see the wizard, and the woods they now walked through were even creepier than The Lion’s. 

The path ahead was unclear at first, and Steve worried they might be lost until they came upon a sign.

Haunted Forest. Witch’s Castle 1 mile.

If only all bad guys gave you clear concise directions.

However the sign also said—I'd turn back if I were you—which did nothing to boost morale.

Honestly, Steve wasn’t really afraid of The Witch, they’d gone head-to-head against much scarier things than her, actual magic aside, but that was part of the problem. When you got past the green skin, she looked so human. He didn’t think he had it in him to hurt her unless she was actively trying to end their lives. 

Maybe he could charm her into giving the broomstick up?

They followed the sign and ventured deeper and deeper into the woods, the eerie quiet only broken by the occasional owl hooting from their perch in the trees. 

The Scarecrow swallowed hard. “You don’t think those owls have rabies, do you?”

“Not them, as far as I can tell, but what about those things?!” The Lion’s voice shook as he pointed up into the sky, what they could see of it between the trees.

Now that he saw them, Steve could also hear them, an army of winged creatures that seemed to be heading their way, emitting the oddest screeching sounds. 

His eyes quickly found Eddie’s, and he saw all the blood drained from the other boy’s face. Logically, he knew it couldn’t be the same creatures that had injured him and come so close to ending Eddie's life, that dimension was gone now and these things were far too big to be those, but the incoming attack was all too reminiscent of a demobat swarm.

“Run!” Steve shouted, grabbing Eddie with both hands and pushing him into action, their fellow travelers rushing along behind. They needed to get away—far and fast. 

It didn't take long to realize they were fucked. 

They had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and their pursuers were too swift to outpace. In the blink of an eye Eddie was airborne, grabbed from above by a pair of small hands. Steve reared back, digging his heels into the dirt, desperate to keep his hold on Eddie's hand. 

Now that one of the things was up close and personal, Steve finally got a look at what they were dealing with, and couldn't believe it. 

Flying monkeys. 

Of course this fucking place would have flying monkeys.

And of course they worked for The Wicked Witch. 

The Scarecrow screamed, loud and terrified, and Steve could do nothing but watch in horror as two of the winged primates ripped her apart limb by limb, her straw flying everywhere, spreading out around her.

“No!” Steve sobbed, wanting to go to her, to try and help, but he could not let go of Eddie. 

At least she had The Tin Woman and The Lion by her side.

Eddie shouted as a second monkey joined the first in their little game of tug-o-war, this one gripping him tightly by the hair, but he wasn’t screaming for help, no, he was screaming at Steve to let go—to save himself. 

Like Steve would ever leave him behind. 

He snarled, doubling his efforts until suddenly his own feet lifted off the ground. 

The monkeys had a hold of him now too, one on each arm. They lifted, and tugged, and pulled, and Eddie was wrenched from his grasp. Steve tried to fight the creatures off at first but quickly gave in, realizing that at least this way he and Eddie would wind up in the same place… probably.

On the bright side, now that they had what they’d come for, all the monkeys seemed to be leaving, following the ones who carried Steve and Eddie to their destination.

Steve just hoped the others had gotten away, that they were alright, and that they would take care of The Scarecrow and put her back together again. 

Chapter 4

Thanks again to @pearynice and @hitlikehammers for all your help with this!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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YEAH!

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The whole thing had made him do a lot of soul searching. A lot of research. A lot of honest reflection on his life and his relationships with women and men. Ultimately, he’d comfortably settled on the label bisexual. He’s even told Eddie as much, carefully and in a way that didn’t put the focus on whatever the two of them have. Eddie had seemed glad to hear it, has been supportive, but hasn’t said anything about himself. 

It’s all fine by Buck. He can wait. He’ll be as patient as he needs. For the time being, they are something in between friends and boyfriends. Closer and more intertwined than any friends Buck knows, but with none of the physical aspects of dating, save the occasional sleepover where Buck stays in Eddie’s bed.

“You’re freezing,” Buck says. 

Eddie nods. “Can’t get warm.”

“Let’s get you home?” Buck suggests. 

Eddie nods again. He pulls away from Buck and crouches to see Cranberry. Usually, he’s vigilant about not touching her while she’s vested in public. More vigilant than Buck would be, even. Tonight he has less composure. He reaches forward for Cranberry, she shuffles forward into his space, popping up so she’s on her back legs, front paws on his shoulders. She nuzzles her head into his shoulder. This is a little routine the two of them have at home. Something she only does for Eddie. Buck thinks it’s adorable, albeit somewhat naughty. 

“Thanks, girl,” Eddie whispers into Cranberry’s silky fur. “Thanks for coming.” 

Cranberry licks his ear. 

Very naughty girl, really. Stealing kisses in hospital waiting rooms.

“Come on, Cran,” Buck says. “Let him up.”

Cranberry hops off of Eddie and does a deft little pivot back into heel. Eddie rises, a bit slow and stiff. Buck puts a steadying hand on his back. If Eddie notices the way Bobby watches this interaction, he doesn’t show it. 

🦮🦮🦮

The first half of the drive is absolutely silent. Buck blasts the car heater. He can hear Cranberry start to pant in the back. Buck isn’t super comfy either but they’ll both be okay for a little while. Eddie needs this. 

Buck doesn’t ask him about what Bobby said. 

We thought we’d taken precautions against him ending up stuck. You can ask Eddie what he did to circumvent those.

Buck’s sure that means Eddie did something stupid heroic. He remembers Eddie climbing into a burning horse to rescue a trapped kid. Like he’d been overcome by the spirit of a Marvel superhero. Eddie isn’t typically reckless. Not the way Buck used to be. But it’s there inside him, buried not quite deep enough to be completely covered up. 

“I really almost died,” Eddie mumbles eventually, when they stop at a red light. “I almost passed out, swimming.”

Buck inhales sharply. 

“I’m fucking glad you didn’t.” 

He doesn’t know what else to say. He’s almost died a few times now. He knows I’m sorry feels empty. 

“I don’t know what would have happened,” Eddie whispers. 

What would have happened? If Eddie drowned? Obviously Eddie knows the mechanics. He’s a medic. 

“You don't have to worry about that,” Buck says firmly. “You’re alive. And you saved that kid, right?” 

“I saved that kid. Hayden. Someone else’s son.”

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“No,” Buck replies apologetically. He presses three big, theatrical kisses to Eddie’s forehead. “Just one more week of work and then we’re getting married!” 

Eddie chuckles. “Was that so hard?”

“No,” Buck says between more kisses. “No, because I’m the luckiest hungover guy in the whole world.”

“That’s me,” Eddie argues. He’s keenly aware that they likely sound as nauseating as he feels. 

It’s been a fantastic few months, really. Wedding planning has been easy. Honestly, it has. Because they’re going so simple, there hasn’t been a ton to do. And there’s so many people in their lives that have pitched in to help out. Eddie keeps waiting for Buck to devolve into clipboard levels of neuroses, but it simply hasn’t happened. They’ve been lucky. Lucky and smart. 

Eddie has a calmness about him regarding the whole thing. He’s going to marry Buck next week, and it’s going to be perfect. 

“We only have to sleep today, right?” Buck yawns. 

They don’t have to check out of the hotel until one in the afternoon. Adriana has Chris for the day. Their responsibilities are minimal. 

“We’ve got a few more hours,” Eddie confirms. 

“Good,” Buck murmurs. “I’m so sleepy.”

Eddie kisses the side of his jaw. 

“Go back to sleep.”

After all, with every hour that passes, the closer they are to being married. 

🗲🗲🗲

Buck’s head still hurts the day after their bachelor party. He blames Ravi. Ravi and tequila. 

They have a shift tomorrow morning, but before then, they’ve received a last minute call from their real estate agent. Gianna. Gianna is young and enthusiastic and ready to find them “the perfect dream home for your growing family.” Literally. She uses this phrase at least twice a conversation. It’s become an inside joke between Buck and Eddie. 

They don’t need the perfect dream home. They need a three bedroom within budget that’s accessible for Chris and has a decent kitchen for Buck’s cooking. This is proving more difficult than expected. Wedding planning? Easy. House hunting? A Herculean task. To be fair, they haven’t put their entire attention into it. Because of the wedding. But it feels like everything they’ve seen has been a bust. Either too pricey or too many stairs or basically just a closet. 

We’re not in a rush, Eddie has reminded him time and time again. Every time Buck finds one of these viewings unbearably frustrating. And, yeah, that’s true. There’s no pressure. But if they both want a kid and they can’t have a kid until they have a new house, Buck wants to get cracking. It’s like the moment Eddie said yes, Buck went from wanting another kid to, like, needing one. He thinks about it all the time. 

So when Gianna called to said she has something, Buck felt hesitant. He doesn’t want frustration about this so close to the wedding. But she insisted. 

“It’s just had a big price drop, it’s perfect for you, and I think it’ll sell quick at the new price,” she’d promised. “Humor me!”

So they had. Residual headaches and fatigue aside. 

The first thing they notice about the address Gianna sends them is that it’s within walking distance of Bobby’s. Not too far from Maddie and Chim’s or Hen and Karen’s, either.

“That’s promising,” Eddie opines on the drive over.

“Not for our budget.” Buck replies. 

“What did I say about being a buzzkill?” Eddie warns.

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“Oh, there you go,” the doctor says. “There’s your fetus and there’s cardiac activity.” 

Eddie looks at the screen to where she’s pointing at a not very baby-like blob. That's a little bit more than a late period. His jaw tightens even more. 

“I-I can’t hear a heartbeat,” Shannon stammers. “Are you sure?” 

“It’s a little too early for you to hear it,” the doctor says. “But everything looks alright. You’ll want to make a proper appointment with an OBGYN, though. I’m just emergency medicine.” 

“Thank you,” Shannon tells her. “Thank you so much.” 

“Of course. I’ll leave you to get dressed and send someone to discharge you.”

And then they’re alone. 

There’s a long moment of silence before either of them says anything. Eddie is so angry. He’s trying not be emotional. He’s trying to stay calm. It feels impossible. 

“You must have a lot of questions,” Shannon says sheepishly. 

“You think?” 

Eddie’s tone sounds a bit more growly than he intends.

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Chim has to rush. He doesn’t have a lot of time to go home, get clothes, and get ready. He doesn't even know if he has a proper outfit. Oh, god. He has to go shopping for a nicer shirt on New Year’s Eve! 

Hen finds him in the locker room, frantically packing his bag. 

“I think I like the new captain,” she says with a knowing smile. 

Chim pauses for a second. 

“How did you do it? What did you say to him?”

Hen shrugs. “I just explained why I thought you deserved this chance. That’s all.” 

“I don’t deserve you,” Chim says. 

“That’s the thing, Chim. You do.” She shakes her head. “And you deserve to know whether or not you and this Maddie could be something special. So go see.” 

Chim grins. “Thank you, Hen. I don’t say it enough, but I love you, you know?”

“I love you, too. Now get going!”

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“If I had to guess,” Athena nods. 

“That’s insane,” May exhales. “That’s… This is wrong.”

Eddie thinks about Kim. If their hypothesis is right, this means she’s out there somewhere. Still alive. He swallows, a lump appearing in his throat. A path forward presents itself to him. One that seems damning to walk. 

“Don’t you think about it,” Bobby says. 

Eddie flinches, as though Bobby is reading his mind. But when he looks at his former captain, he sees that it’s not Eddie’s he’s speaking to. 

It’s Buck. 

“I’m not!” Buck insists.

“You absolutely are,” Bobby replies flatly. 

“Okay, well maybe a little,” Buck admits.

“Buck,” Eddie sighs. 

“Need I remind you murder is illegal?” Athena says. “And I am still a police sergeant?”

“Which is why it was only a small thought,” Buck says. “But it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Why is that?” Bobby asks.

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 She might as well take advantage. 

May turns on the kettle in their tiny kitchenette. She grabs a mug and a bag of chamomile tea. Her brain really doesn’t need any coffee right now. As she does, she looks at one of April’s mugs in the cupboard. It’s white, with two animated characters on it. Characters she recognizes, but doesn’t know much about. One is a tall blonde woman in white armor with a sword, and the other is tinier, dressed in red, with cat ears and claws. Isn’t that that remake of the older cartoon? She-Ra? 

May sighs and Googles it as her water boils. She doesn’t know why she cares. She doesn’t care. Curiosity killed the cat, or whoever the fuck is on that mug. May immediately finds an article about She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - corny ass name, in her opinion - and the “gay agenda.” She reads it through, surprised at how much queer representation is reportedly packed into a kid’s cartoon. 

Maybe watch it, a tiny voice tells her. But that’s stupid, right? She doesn’t watch cartoons. Like, ever. She never got into anime. Not even adult cartoons, like Bob’s Burgers. Why should she watch this one? She’s here for Love Island and Too Hot to Handle, mostly. Not much television in general. A sweet little cartoon isn’t her style. 

Why is she curious? 

She doesn’t know, but she blames Buck.

May is pouring boiling water into her mug when the front door opens and April walks in. She immediately stiffens, grip tightening around the handle of the electric kettle. 

“Hi,” April says, kicking off her shoes. 

She’s dressed in a crop top and dark, high-waisted jeans. May can see a floral tattoo poking out on the exposed layer of skin on her midriff. She wants to know what the whole thing looks like. Just because she’s nosy, though. No other reason. 

“Hey,” May replies, a little rigidly. 

“Surprised you’re here,” April says. 

“What does that mean?” May asks. 

April raises her hands in mock surrender.

“Just that you’ve not been, lately.”

“Are you keeping tabs on me?” May demands haughtily.

April smirks. “I pay attention.”

May’s cheeks heat. She must be visibly bothered, because April’s smug, annoying expression only deepens. She bites her full bottom lip a little.

[strangerthings-writer]

Save A Horse, Ride A Freak

(FtM!Eddie x MtF!Steve)

Word Count: 1,398

Summary: Eddie begs Stevie to ride his face, and while Stevie is nervous she’ll be bad at it… she’s actually quite good.

Warnings: NSFW (MDNI) gendered terms for genitals, use of names like “ma’am”, degredation, praise

Eddie has always been the type to initiate things, be the one making the demands while Stevie just seems to follow along. He’s usually a top, for lack of a better term. He doesn’t mind it being that way, in fact he enjoys it, but sometimes he does think about what it’d be like the other way around. Stevie has thought the same thing too. She’s thought about grabbing Eddie by his long hair and fucking him from behind. Getting him down on his knees and fucking into his throat until his lips were all swollen and dripping from his own drool and her cum… God, she would always get carried away with her thoughts, but she was always too anxious to execute them. What if Eddie didn’t like being submissive? What if this was how he liked it and he wanted to stick to it? Sure, it was a bit of a bummer, but she wanted him to have fun.

The aura of tonights little session seemed a bit different, and it had Steve a bit perplexed. Eddie was whining, letting Stevie take the lead in their heated kiss. His hands still wandered, but seemed to only wander very little. He had done this quite a few times now, maybe he wanted to have her on top for once, or maybe he was just playing a trick on her? She had no idea, and had a hard time reading anything Eddie did to begin with, so she pulled away.

“Are you alright? You’ve been acting weird these last few times and uh- I have no clue what’s going on- do you want me to do something different? Or-“ she began, but was cut off by a loud whine from Eddie.

“Jesus christ babe I want you to just- can you fuck me up? Like, just once? Twice maybe? Push me against the bed and drill me, sit on my face and fuck my throat I don’t care just- for the love of god would you please just dominate me once?” He finished, letting out a nervous laugh before covering his face. He knew Stevie was dense but not this dense. He had hoped she’d get the message at some point, but to no avail…

“Oh.” Stevie whispered out, sitting upright and staring down at the man. She felt dumb that she hadn’t caught on to that yet! And here she was, shirtless and looking stupid as she tried to wrap her mind around what her boyfriend just said. “You want me to… you want me to sit on your face?” She spoke, giving him a little smirk.

Eddie’s face went bright red and he huffed, crossing his arms. “I said what I said.” He spoke, trying to hide his bashful state with arrogance. Stevie let out a giggle and stared down at him for a moment contemplating whether she should or not. “…but what if I crush you?” She murmured, “I don’t want to hurt you or anything…”

Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing onto the hem of her shorts, a pleading look on his face. “If you did, I’d die a happy man, now get up here, Harrington…” he grinned, tapping his lips with his fingers before letting out a laugh. Stevie only rolled her eyes and slipped her shorts and panties off, revealing her half hard cock.

Eddie’s eyes scanned over her body before letting out a delighted giggle, his hands going straight to her hips before looking up at her.

“How do you want this-? Like… my ass? My dick? What?” Stevie asked, getting a bit red in the face for having to be so crude about it. Eddie hummed in thought for a moment before gently grabbing her by the base of her cock, squeezing gently, “dick.” He said simply, giving her a big grin. She let out a little whimper and gave him a nod, “alright alright- I got it,” she laughed, gently slipping up and closer to his mouth before stopping. “You’re sure about thi-“

“Oh my god, Stevie, please.” Eddie whined like a child, stomping his feet impatiently too, just to go with it. He was being dramatic, but all he wanted was his girlfriends cock in his mouth.

Stevie giggled and gave him a slow nod, gently positioning herself over his face and slipping herself down into his mouth. God, it was so warm… so inviting. She could feel herself twitch and harden more-so as she cascaded down further to the back of his throat, earning herself a gag from the messy haired man under her.

“Fuck… that- that feels good…” she whispered, watching him silently. Eddie gagged around her length, his own arousal beginning to work its way up. He was harder than ever, his cunt dripping onto his boxers. God, he could feel it. The way she just eased down into his throat made him melt into putty in her hands.

She decided to test the waters, bringing a hand down to his hair and gripping onto it tightly before she drew herself out, then gently slid back down his throat. “G-good boy…” she whispered, her eyes never leaving him just to make sure she got a good reaction.

And by god, was his reaction heavenly. His eyes fought to stay open as he moaned around her, bucking his hips up into absolutely nothing but the now painful and teasing feeling of his boxers and jeans. This was perfect, both of them couldn’t get enough of one another in that moment, and they had only just started. Eddie gripped onto her hips, watching her as she would pull herself back and sink low into his throat, repeating this motion. She relished in the noises of the soft gagging and moaning coming from Eddie’s mouth, along with the sputtering from the excess saliva collecting in his mouth. He was covered in his own drool, some dripping down his cheek as he kept his tongue out to give her enough room to slide deliciously down his throat with ease.

She was practically dripping down his throat by now, her cock red hot and seeping at the tip. He could feel it… it felt like something out of a porno he had watched.

She tugged on his hair a bit harder and bit her lip, letting out a moan, “fuck- such a g-good little slut… you like when I use you like this, hm? When I make you my little whore?”

Those words sent Eddie’s blood running straight to his clit, his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric. He wanted to move his hands, give himself some sort of release, but Stevie was quick to stop him. “Ah ah, no. You can touch yourself when I’m satisfied…” got it?” She grunted, pulling from his mouth to let him speak. What followed were sputters and coughs as her spit covered cock was set free, his eyes going glossy. “Yes ma’am-“ he struggled to get out, looking utterly blissed out.

She was not expecting that one. It was so simple, yet so fucking hot. Something about Eddie Munson calling her ‘ma’am’ sent a shockwave down her spine. She bit her lip and let out a small giggle, slipping back down into his throat as she began to thrust a bit harder. “Good boy…” she gasped, gripping onto the bed frame.

It didn’t take long for her to get closer to the edge, letting her mouth hand open and small words of praise and expletives spilling from her parted lips.

Before she could reach orgasm, she pulled out from Eddie’s mouth and grabbed his hand, setting it onto her cock. “You know what to do-“ she gasped out, and Eddie was quick to move his hand along her length, leaving his mouth open with his tongue peaking out of his mouth.

Stevie’s orgasm was quick to envelope her entire body, a shiver running down her spine and a loud moan escaping her lips as she shot her load onto Eddie’s face, getting it in his hair, on the apples of his cheeks, his eyelids, his tongue, his chin… needless to say, he was well painted.

Eddie licked up some of the cum from his chin while Stevie wiped off the bit that was on his eyelid and he smiled up at her, giving her a daring look.

“My turn.”

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (18)

part 18 of ?? | 493 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

The amazing thing is that, despite half his brain being completely on fire with what he’s dubbed the Harrington Problem, Eddie still makes his shield and horses around with Dustin in a field in the middle of nowhere like everything is fine. 

Not sure I'm happy with the formatting on this one, but here's the Eddie vibe I was going for with it:

18.

The amazing thing is that, despite half his brain being completely on fire with what he’s dubbed the Harrington Problem, Eddie still makes his shield and horses around with Dustin in a field in the middle of nowhere like everything is fine. 

-

“There will be no more retreating! From Eddie the Banished.”

-

He even manages to have some fun with it. But the entire time, his mind is racing. Like a duck, or an iceberg about to menace the Titanic. 

He’d checked with Robin since the War Zone and been assured within an inch of his life that they are capital-P Platonic.

Fact: Steve had just let him blackmail him for no reason. 

-

“Never change, Dustin Henderson. Promise me?”

-

And while Dustin might be messing with him for the sake of his little ‘everybody should like Steve’ campaign, and Lucas might have gone along with it out of revenge for getting cut out of the last Hellfire session, Erica has no such allegiances.

The girl is vicious in her description of the guy’s financial shortcoming. Her brief tirade is softened only by a sniff and the small concession that at least Steve is saving up for a place on his own, instead of relying on his parents not charging him rent forever. 

And no, he also did not know that said parents were making him pay-to-own his precious Beemer. Or that Steve failed to negotiate for a reasonable payment plan to offset the basic living costs (like food) that they don’t cover. Jesus H. Christ.

Fact: Eddie blackmailing him is directly impacting Steve’s ability to get out from under the thumb of his own family. Which, rich parents can be assholes too, who knew. 

-

“Hey, Sinclairs! How are those, uh . . . those spears coming on?”

-

He looks over at Steve and Robin over by the RV, filling bottles with gasoline, and feels guilt flutter hotly in his gut. For all the bills that Steve had forked over, he hadn’t griped about it once. Every hit Eddie has seen him take, financial or physical, he’s absorbed like a goddamn sponge and then carried on with whatever he’s doing like a goddamn tank.

Soon enough, the sun will go down and they’ll hit the road for the Creel house, bound for whatever other hits might come. 

Fact: Eddie has been punching down these past several months when he thought (or pretended, because the suspicion had always been there) he was punching up.

-

“Steve, a word in the RV?”

-

Eddie isn’t sure if he’s going to make it through the night. Everything is rigged against him. Even if he does survive the alternate dimension nastiness, there’s still the real word murder charges to his name. He might never get a chance to explain what happened to Wayne, who's probably disappointed in him for getting dragged into it at all.

Fact: with all the shitty karma to his name lately, he isn’t sure he deserves to make it.

[ladykailitha]

In the Midnight Hour Part 11

And now we get to the healing and the ending. There are 13 parts in total. I am currently working on a Valentine’s day fic, but after that I fully plan to get back to the other two WIPs.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10  

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Steve woke up first. He saw Dustin and Wayne looking down at him, relief flooding every inch of their bodies.

“Is everyone okay?” he rasped.

Wayne let out a watery chuckle. “Eddie’s still in surgery. They’re trying to save his fingers and vocal cords. The bite on his throat was the deepest and whatever it was that happened when you changed him back, caused a lot of damage. He has two gashes on his back from where the wings were and tips of his fingers were broken.”

Steve let out a distressed cry. “What if he can’t play guitar or sing ever again? It would kill him.”

Dustin and Wayne shared a glance. They both had similar thoughts.

“He’s alive,” Wayne assured him. “That’s the important part right now. Don’t worry about anything else.

Just then Eddie was wheeled back into the room. He was on his side and they could see the heavy bandages on his throat, back and fingers.

The surgeon came in behind the nurses wheeling Eddie in. As the nurses began to hook Eddie up to the machines, the doctor came up to Wayne.

“If you’d step with me out into the hallway,” the doctor began, “I’ll go over with you how the surgery went.”

Wayne looked at Steve and Dustin and shook his head. “They’re Eddie’s family, too. You can say whatever you want in front of them.”

The doctor eyed Steve skeptically. He could believe that Dustin could be a younger brother, but everyone knew who Steve Harrington was. Not because of his family, but by how much time he had spent in that hospital in the last three years.

The doctor met Wayne’s steely gaze head on, but folded first. It wasn’t any of his business if Wayne Munson declared him family.

“Right,” the doctor began. “The surgeries on his back and fingers went fine. The gashes were clean, as were the breaks on his fingers. He should get full range of motion back in his hands in no time at all.”

All three of them let out a sigh of relief.

“And his throat?” Steve asked timidly.

“That’s the hard part,” the doctor said. “We won’t know how successful we were until he wakes up. We did everything we could, the best that we could. All we can do now is wait.”

A nurse came up to him with a different file and the doctor traded Eddie’s file for the new one.

“And since you’re awake, now, Mr Harrington,” the doctor said coldly, “we should talk about your injuries.”

Steve winced. “What’s the prognosis, doc?”

“You are a modern miracle,” the doctor said flatly. “You should, for all intents and purposes, be dead.”

Wayne and Dustin looked over at Steve in shock.

“Let’s see,” the doctor said lifting up the first page and flipping through what looked to be several pages of x-rays and other medical jargon. “The gash on your chest and stomach is infected and we are currently pumping you with enough antibiotics to knock out a horse and yet...” He waved to Steve’s wakefulness.

Steve blushed.

“We reopened them and sewed them shut properly so that they will heal correctly,” the doctor continued, giving Steve the stink-eye. “You had a lot of minor abrasions that didn’t require stitches, but they have been cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged.”

“That’s good then,” Dustin said feeling relieved.

“Oh all that’s fine,” the doctor intoned. “It was the CT scan of his head, that really stumped every neurologist and neurosurgeon that looked at it. Son, are you aware how many concussions you’ve had?”

Steve looked up and began to count on his fingers when he started running out of fingers on the one hand the doctor stopped him, waving his hands dramatically.

“Enough!” the doctor cried. “One is too many, Mr Harrington! You have had more concussions than the average professional football player in ten years of playing, in the last four years.”

Steve dropped his head and hunched his shoulders. “I know.”

“You going to have to start seeing a neurologist and taking medications for your migraines and other head related issues. I’ve set up for hearing and eye tests in the next couple of days and then going forward you will have to take those tests every six months to make sure we catch any problems that may crop up due to the trauma.”

Steve nodded. Wayne took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“We’ll get through this,” he murmured.

“Hell, yeah,” Dustin said.

“Just one more thing,” the doctor said. “You’re parents were notified as next of kin.”

Steve and Wayne shared a nervous glance.

“They could not be reached,” the doctor continued, “so I had an orderly try and run them down.”

Steve grimaced. “They hadn’t called in awhile,” he admitted shyly.

“He was able to track them to New York where they had been living for the last two years,” the doctor said.

Steve’s eyes went wide as he leaned forward. “Excuse me? Living?”

The doctor nodded. “Your journalist friend did some further research, and found that they had listed the house in Hawkins as their secondary home.”

Steve’s lip quivered and he bit it to fight back the tears. “Why? Why didn’t they say something?”

The doctor shook his head. “Your friend is looking into it, but there is some suggestion they have even signed the house you currently reside over to you a year ago.”

“What?!” Dustin screeched. “A year ago!”

Steve frowned. “I‒I vaguely remembering getting something in the mail after the mall burned down, but I was so out of it...”

“The people currently paying for your care have told me to inform you that they are taking care of everything and to just relax,” the doctor said, sound sympathetic for the first time. “Rest up, Mr Harrington. It looks as though you have a long road ahead of you.”

The doctor left leaving behind a stunned trio.

“I haven’t gotten anything from them in over a year,” Steve said, as he choked back a sob. “I was getting really worried when I couldn’t reach them. I thought something had happened to them. Maybe that would have been better than to be completely abandoned and discarded like an ill-fitting sweater.”

“We’ll get this sorted out,” Wayne said. “I’ll talk to Owens and find out what’s being done. And by the time you’re out of here, it’ll be all sorted.”

He stood up and gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. He walked over to Eddie’s bed side and knelt down so they were face to face. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I don’t know if you can hear me right now, but I need to know how much I love you and that you have to wake up. Not for me, though I wouldn’t mind. Steve’s going to need you now more than ever.”

He smoothed Eddie hair and brushed it gently out of his face. He kissed Eddie’s forehead and stood back up.

“Dustin, let me know if anything changes with Eddie,” he said turning to the younger boy. “And Steve, make sure if you need anything you let someone know right away.”

Steve nodded. He looked down at his hands and sighed. “There is one thing, sir.”

Wayne smiled softly. “What’s that?”

“Can‒can the two beds be brought closer together?” he asked shyly.

“I can ask.”

Steve gulped. “Thanks.”

“Take care,” Wayne murmured.

*

The two beds were pushed closer together. Just far enough apart that a nurse could squeeze through to look at Eddie’s machines and make adjustments as needed.

On the third day, Eddie opened his eyes.

“Wayne...” he whisper shouted getting the man’s attention.

Wayne’s eyes snapped to Eddie’s now opened eyes. “Eddie!” He jumped up and tapped the nurse call button. “Hang on, son. I’ve got nurses on the way.”

Eddie nodded.

The nurses came pouring in and made adjustments, got Eddie some water, and lifted the bed to a more upright position. They made sure he was comfortable before they left him alone.

“What’s wrong with my voice?” Eddie asked.

Wayne smiled sadly. “We don’t know. The doctors did everything they could. You could get it back, but it will take time.”

Eddie’s hand went up to his throat. “And if I don’t get back?”

“Then we learn sign language,” Steve said. “And you’ll still be able to talk a mile a minute, if not faster, being able to use your hands.”

“But‒” Eddie whispered. D&D, his band. Sign language was great for every day, but what about the things he loved...

Steve reached out and grabbed his hand. “We’ll figure it out.”

Eddie looked into Steve’s eyes and found hope there. “Okay...”

“In the mean time,” Wayne said pulling out pad of paper and a pen. “Use this to keep you from hurting your throat further.”

Eddie nodded, taking them both in one hand so he wouldn’t have to let go of Steve’s hand.

“Maybe for D&D, if you end up not being able to speak,” Steve said with a grin, “I’ll be your interpreter. That will really freak out your club.”

Eddie let out a little wheeze and then in big bold letters wrote with the pen in his fist like a toddler, “DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH!!!!!!!”

The doctor chose that moment to come in. “Mr Munson, it’s good to see you awake.”

Eddie smiled and waved.

“I’m sure by now you have noticed your voice is rough at the moment,” the doctor continued.

Eddie rolled his eyes and wrote: “It’s not just rough, it’s fucking gone!”

The doctor frowned and got out a pen light to look at Eddie’s throat. “Everything seems fine. It’s most likely due to non-use. I will get a speech therapist in here by later today and see if we can get you back to your chatty self in no time at all.”

Steve was practically bouncing in his bed. “You see, Eddie? Everything’s going to be just fine!”

Eddie blushed.

Wayne stood up. “I’m going to go let everyone know you’re awake.”

Eddie waved and Steve smiled.

Eddie let his hair fall in front of his face and wrote: “You kissed me.”

Steve laughed. “I did tell you I wanted to weeks ago.”

Eddie shoved his hair into his mouth. “I felt your love for me down there.”

Steve’s smile turned fond. “Yeah. Did you know about your uncle’s powers?”

Eddie shook his head and wrote: “Not really. Suspected something might be up when he always seemed able to suss out my moods, but no.”

“The only ones that seemed to understand what he was, was El and Will,” Steve said. “The two munchkins you haven’t met yet.”

Eddie’s shoulders shook, indicating his silent laughter. “Just how many children do you have?”

“All total?” Steve asked with a grin. “Seven. Just don’t tell their parents.” He winked at Eddie.

Eddie turned the page, having already filled the first one. “Seven? How the hell did you get seven kids? Did you kidnap them?”

Steve laughed. “No. The original four were Lucas, Will, Mike, and Dustin. Then El got added. Then Max and Erica the following year.”

“That’s a lot,” Eddie wrote.

“I would do anything for them,” Steve said softly.

“How did you know to use Wayne’s powers to make Vecna vulnerable?” Eddie wrote after a moment or two.

Steve grinned. “It was something your uncle said actually.”

“What’s that?” Wayne asked from the doorway.

Eddie wrote: “Hey that’s what I was going to say write!”

Wayne chuckled and moved to sit back down in the chair he vacated.

“You said that if you didn’t have a tight grasp on your powers that you would probably floor Hawkins with your love for Eddie,” Steve explained.

“And if I could do that without control,” Wayne agreed, “imagine what I could do with it completely controlled. You did a good job, son.”

Steve blushed. “I had help. You, El, Hopper, Eddie...” He glanced over at the other boy and then ducked his head.

“Yes, but you were able to put all the pieces together and come up with a plan,” Wayne said.

“You make me sound like Capt. Hannibal from ‘A-Team’,” Steve said shyly.

Wayne laughed. “You would be a fan of that one.” He clapped Eddie’s shoulder gently. “Rest up, everyone wants to see you.”

Eddie nodded. He couldn’t believe Steve had actually done it. Killed Vecna, destroyed the Upside Down, and saved him. His own personal hero. And as he closed his eyes, he dreamed of a life he never thought he could ever have.

Part 12  Part 13

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[housewifebuck]

they should let him keep the cowboy tattoo as buck and weave it into the story. it fits his 'wild years' perfectly and also...the last thing eddie said to him...

they should give buck a "save a horse ride a cowboy" tramp stamp actually

[jxncywarrior]

Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift Albums

Part Two: Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

Fearless: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Well you stood there with me in the doorway…It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless”

Fifteen: Will

“In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team but I didn't know it at fifteen”

Love Story: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess”

Hey Stephen: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Hey Stephen, I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose”

White Horse: Byers Brothers to Lonnie

“I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse”

You Belong With Me: Byler (Will’s POV)

“I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry”

Breathe: El to Hopper

“Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down. Now I don't know what to be without you around”

Tell Me Why: Max to Billy

“I need you like a heartbeat but you know you got a mean streak. Makes me run for cover when you're around”

You’re Not Sorry: Mileven (El’s POV)

“You got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know”

The Way I Loved You: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)

“Breaking down and coming undone. It's a roller coaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much”

Forever & Always: Byler (Will’s POV)

“Oh, and it rains in your bedroom. Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone”

The Best Day: Will to Jonathan

“know you were on my side even when I was wrong. And I love you for giving me your eyes. Staying back and watching me shine”

Change: The Upside Down

“These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win and we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah”

Jump Then Fall: Lumax (Lucas’ POV)

“I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard”

Untouchable: Byler (Will’s POV)

“It's like a million little stars spelling out your name. You gotta come on, come on. Say that we'll be together”

Come In With The Rain: Elmax (El’s POV)

“I've watched you so long, screamed your name. I don't know what else I can say”

Superstar: Steddie (Eddie’s POV)

“And all the girls in the front row scream your name”

The Other Side Of The Door: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“You carried me from your car up the stairs. And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess?”

Today Was A Fairytale: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)

“Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me”

You All Over Me: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I lived, and I learned. Had you, got burned”

Mr Perfectly Fine: Mileven (El’s POV)

“But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart" Mr. "Leaves me all alone, " I fall apart. It takes everything in me just to get up each day. But it's wonderful to see that you're okay”

We Were Happy: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark”

That’s When: Stonathan (Jonathan’s POV)

“I said, "I know" when you said, "I did you wrong, made mistakes and put you through all of this"”

Don’t You: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been. Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again. You don't know how much I feel I love you still”

Bye Bye Baby: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I want you bad but it's come down to nothing and all I have is your sympathy”

If This Was A Movie: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I know people change and these things happen but I remember how it was back then”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Speak Now, Red, 1989, reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore

[trashcanniballecter]

an au idea has been beamed into my brain and I Have to write it

Eddie will always be grateful for his Uncle Wayne. The man is practically a saint. He took Eddie in, adopted him, gave him his last name. He didn't have to. His aunt could have raised him but she needed to focus on his mom and Wayne taking him in was the best way to help all of them. Uncle Wayne would even regularly take him to visit mom even though it was hard for both of them. It was always hard to see her like that but Wayne always said that he should be able to see his Mama. He's the best parent a kid could ask for but Eddie still sometimes thinks back to before, Back when his mom could still be a mom.

She had been a great mom when he was little. Caring, fun, smart as a whip. things started to change after his dad was drafted. Obviously she worried about dad and she was heartbroken when he died but she was still mostly herself then. Finding out she was pregnant was the first time Eddie could remember his mom seeming truly happy after dad died. She was so excited to be having a little girl. She let Eddie help pick out decorations for the nursery, when she was further along she would let Eddie press his little hands to her tummy to feel his baby sister kick and would laugh at the look of awe on his face every time. But then his baby sister died before he even got to meet her and mom was never the same. She could never accept it. For years she insisted that his baby sister was out there and she was going to get her back. Then one day she was just kind of gone? Physically she was there still but mentally she was far far away. So Wayne took him in.

He wonders what his life would have been like if she had been able to handle it all differently. Been able to stay herself through her losses or better yet, if his baby sister had lived. He's always imagined what his baby sister would have been like. Would she have been a sweet little angel? A tiny teror like him? Would they have been close? Would she have deep brown eyes like him or hazel like their mom? His same riot of curls? He knows for sure he would have loved her. He does Love her.

Despite his deep love for Wayne his mom and baby sister were always in the back of his head. But he couldn't think of any of them right now because the world is fucking ending and monsters are real. He's being blamed for murder of all things! Nancy Wheeler has guns, plural. Steve Harrington is actually a decent dude. And kids, His Kids, His Little Sheep have been dealing with Hell for years. None of it makes sense. The people around him are putting a lot of faith into some supergirl that they can't even get ahold of and everything is just insanity.

But by some miracle they make it through. Steve dragged him out of Hell with just barely enough time to save his life. Little Red has lost most of her vision and will be wheelchair bound for the foreseeable future but she's Alive and that's all that really maters. Apparently supergirl was able to come through, restart Little Red's heart and save the day like everyone believed she would. Chief Hopper is alive and on their side, he managed to clear Eddie's name. Eddie has no idea how any of that worked but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. And now he's just allowed to go home. Well, Steve's home. The trailer was pretty wrecked in the "earthquake" and Steve had offered up some spare rooms for Him and Wayne to stay in until they could get a new place. God why was Steve so fucking Nice?

Steve and the kids have set up a barbeque as a sort of welcome home/Meet the Party/Yay the World didn't End/Debrief thing. It was probably a good idea to meet all his allies and they were planning to tell Wayne everything at the party. And hey, he was finally going to meet this supergirl everyone had been talking up.

The barbeque was in full swing by the time they got there. Hopper was manning the grill while a woman Eddie vaguely recognizes as Joyce Byers is setting food out on the table. There's some weird bald guy with a beard demonstrating karate moves to them? most of the kids are running around the backyard. Little Red is even threatening to run Mike over with her wheelchair. He probably deserves it and it's nice to see her in such high spirits. Jonathan is lounging around on some pool chairs with a guy who must be a friend from California because he's never seen him in his life and a guy with hair that long and clothes that different would stand out in Hawkins as Eddie knows from experience. Eddie's eyes keep scanning around the backyard. Robin and Nancy seem to be gossiping about something. Steve is doing his classic mom pose at Dustin. Eddie continues looking around and then hos heart stops in his chest. There staring back at him, younger than he has ever seen it is his mothers face. His mothers face but with the same deep brown eyes he sees every time he looks in the mirror and the familiar begins of curls growing out of a buzz cut.

"Janey?"

[riality-check]

when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love! 💕💕

This is so old, I'm so sorry (and I have another one of these asks that I'm saving for when I get some other things finally drafted) but here we go, in no particular order:

Skylines, Cigarettes, and Second Chances (29k, 4/4 chapters, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply)

"Immediately after that first, perfect kiss in the hospital, Steve had said, I don’t want anyone to know. That stung a bit, but Eddie gets it. Steve went on to explain that he wasn’t sure how he felt, that he was trying to figure himself out, that all he did know is that he liked Eddie. And Steve really does like him. Eddie can tell. So, he can live with it." OR Steve and Eddie get together after Vecna. It doesn't last. But when Eddie calls for a favor a few years later, they think that maybe, just maybe, they're worth trying for again.

I'm sure absolutely no one is surprised that I included this on the list because I have not been able to shut up about it, but I really like this fic! I'm really proud of it! Go read it if angst with a happy ending is your jam!

like a sack of bricks (18k, 1/1 chapters, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply)

"Eddie isn’t lucky. He’s obnoxious and smart and talented and a little too quick to snap back if threatened, but he isn’t lucky. At least, not until last week. Last week, he went with Chrissy to that stupid cowboy bar she loves so much. Last week, he ran into the hottest guy he’s ever seen in his life. Last week, he had the best sex of his life with said hottest guy, and he hasn’t even been ghosted yet." OR Steve and Eddie, continuing from that cowboy bar meet-cute. Featuring second and third dates, a good amount of jokes, some tragic backstory lore, drag queens, sheer ridiculousness, kinkier sex this time around, and Eddie going Through It (TM) before Steve makes it better. Or maybe the charm has everything to do with the bartender. OR The dom drop fic I've had in my head for months.

This is also another fic that deals with heavy topics, and I'm also very proud of it! Go read it for a bunch of jokes, ridiculous shenanigans, what is hopefully (in)decent smut, and emotional hurt/comfort!

Bragging Rights, Fancy Drinks, and the Bartender Conundrum (6860 words, 1/1 chapters, Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply)

"But, for some reason, this place doesn’t feel standard. Maybe it’s the fact that all the pictures on the walls look modern and aren’t filled with old white dudes holding cans of Bud Light. Maybe it’s the fact that the music, thank god, isn’t beer, truck, dog country or rock music that Republicans like. Or maybe the charm has everything to do with the bartender. Good god. Eddie thinks he might die right then and there." OR Eddie and the guys go to a new place in search of a trivia spot safe from frat bros. What Eddie doesn't expect is to become smitten with not one, but two of the bartenders who work there. Or so he thinks.

This is ridiculous, gender shenanigan fluff, and I was absolutely blown away by the response to it! Go read it if you like faceblind bisexual disaster Eddie, Corroded Coffin friendships and interactions, and badass, genderfluid Stev(i)e Harrington!

save a horse, ride an ex-jock (9835 words, 1/1 chapters, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply)

"Steve's eyes land on the mechanical bull across the place. It’s a stupid looking thing. There’s no way it’s safe. It’s white with brown spots, and Steve can see the metal frame where the paneling splits. Its dead black eyes are nightmare fuel. Eddie says, 'Bet I could ride it better than you.' 'Bet I could ride you better than you ride it,' Steve says. Filter? Gone. But he doesn’t mind. Because Eddie takes Steve’s hat. 'I’m sure you could, but me first.' Steve might not like this cowboy stuff, but he knows what Eddie taking the hat means." OR A metalhead and an ex-jock walk into a cowboy themed bar to support their favorite lesbians. Featuring mechanical bull riding, the more fun kind of riding, Steve's horndog inner monologue, and way too many jokes for what was supposed to be just smut.

This is also ridiculous, and it started as a complete and utter joke with some light bribery involved to get me to write it. Go read it if you like cowboy jokes, silly sex, Appalachian Eddie Munson, and Steve being a bit of a slut (affectionate).

what's in a name, anyway? (4823 words, 1/1 chapters, Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply)

“On good days, Steve sees his name as a gift from a well meaning but distant relative, like an ugly sweater that doesn’t quite fit. On bad days, he hates it.” OR Five people who call Steve by his full name, and one person who never does.

This is pretty far into headcanon territory, but I really enjoyed writing the POVs of various characters. Read if you want Steve-centric angst, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Robin, and Dustin POV, and some Steddie fluff to balance the whole thing out!