#eddie x steve x reader

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨) 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader, possible eddie munson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a secret. that secret has been shared with only two people - your diary and your best friend, just not the one it’s about. but what happens when your secret isn’t so secret anymore?

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: wheeler!reader, angst, so much drama, special appearance: eddie, we do not like carol or tommy in this fic, possibly unrequited love (sorry y’all)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k (4343)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: requested by anon a few months back. the request originally asked for byers!reader but i saw nancy and thought they asked for wheeler!reader. i had written 3000 words exactly, and the thought of changing it gave me serious writer’s block. nevertheless, here it is. very plot heavy bc i wanted to show reader and steve’s relationship. enjoy!

p.s. check out my writing here and my other steve story: dancing’s not a crime here

Being a Wheeler is a heck of a job. 

As the second oldest of four children, you don’t know whether to consider yourself the middle child or the outcast. You’ll go with the latter. After all, much to your mother’s chagrin, those are the types of people you spend most of your time with.

The only exception is the one and only Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle the two of you even became friends. But all thanks to your chemistry teacher, who thought the two of you would be a perfect pair, or at least, she only paired you two together because Steve was goofing around, and you were adamant about working alone.

Either way, since then, you and Steve have become best buds. Such an unlikely pair turned heads and brought about glares and eye rolls. But, being who you are and given that your best friend is Eddie Munson, the looks and whispers don’t phase you.

Your life is going well. Your grades are improving - you only get the occasional B, which is great because now your mom is off your case. You’re closer to your little brother, which is a feat because he and his friends are rowdy. And you have two incredible best friends who annoy the crap out of you. Other than that, you have no issues.

Actually, you do have an issue. Your issue is currently climbing through your bedroom window.

You lazily watch as Steve clambers into your room. His movements are clumsy and all over the place. If your record player played a quieter track, he’d give himself away.

Once he rights himself, he gives you a wide grin, and you make a point to blink at him, a silent communication of ‘what the hell’?

Steve heads over to your vanity, one that has papers and books haphazardly scattered across it. He bends down to check out his hair, shaping it together as if the tons of Farrah Fawcett hairspray he uses isn’t damn near gluing the strands together.

“Hello to you too, Harrington. What a joy it is to see you tonight.” Your tone is about as dry as burnt toast, prompting Steve to look at your unamused expression through the mirror.

“You’re pissed…” The way he tests the words indicates that he isn’t sure why you’re looking at him the way you are. You huff, nodding in response.

“Why are you even here?”

“Uh…” Steve finally turns away from the mirror to properly look at you. While you seem pissed off, he’s known you long enough to know it’s something else. “What, can’t see my favorite girl?”

“No, Steve, you can’t because you’re always here for Nancy!”

His mouth falls open at your words, making you regret airing your grievances. That’s until he smiles all lopsided-like, and your heart betrays you by beating a little faster than it should.

“You jealous or something?”

Your eye twitches, and you sigh as you fall back on your bed. “You’re awful, you know?” You hear a laugh, and your heart pitter-patters again, betraying you. “And I’m not ‘jealous or something’.” You make your voice octaves deeper to mimic him. “I’m just annoyed.”

The bed dips when Steve joins you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You don’t look convinced, and he nudges you. “I’m serious. I might be dating your sister, but you’re still my favorite Wheeler.”

“Whatever. I still don’t believe you. But go before Nancy has a fit.”

“Fine, fine. Rush me, why don’t you?” He hovers by your door, listening to ensure the coast is clear. Before he heads out, he winks at you, giving one of his signature charming grins. “See you later, Wheeler.”

You can’t stop a grin of your own from emerging as you raise a hand as if you’re going to wave. Instead, you flip the bird, “Get out, Harrington.”

Once he leaves, you grab a pillow, burying your face inside to scream. Of all people, why do you have a crush on him? That’s a question answered when you pull out your diary, writing down the feelings you’ll never confess.

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Though Steve hadn’t said he’d spend more time with you, he did make an effort. He even went as far as joining you and your friends instead of his own for lunch.

You’re having a conversation with Steve when someone calls him over. Annoyance tugs at you, but before Steve goes, he makes a point to salute you. The simple gesture makes you smile like a schoolgirl, and Eddie quickly calls you out.

“This is sickening to watch.” The brunet pretends to vomit, covering his eyes like a distressed maiden.

Your smile quickly wipes away as you roll your eyes, tossing a grape at Eddie, who somehow manages to catch it in his mouth - the lucky bastard.

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re in love with-” Before he can finish his sentence, you slap your hands over his mouth, shushing. 

“-Be quiet!”

Eddie peels your hands off him, rolling his lips to prevent his laughter from escaping. “I wasn’t going to say you know who’s name. No need to attack me.”

“Yet, for some reason, I don’t believe you.”

Eddie starts chuckling at your tone, and you swat at him, laughter bubbling in your chest. “Stop laughing, you ass.”

From afar, Steve watches the two of you laugh. He’s trying to figure out why his chest feels tight when Carol waves her hand to get his attention.

He directs his gaze to the ginger, who smacks her gum loudly. “What is up with you and those Wheelers? First, you’re friends with one. And now, you’re dating one.”

Tommy chimes in, “Yeah, man. Still can’t believe your friends with that freak.”

Steve isn’t able to defend himself when Carol interrupts. “Tommy’s right, Steve. Nancy was already a stretch, but that freak-” She smacks her gum again, nodding her head over to you. “-she’s a basketcase.”

Now, Steve is used to his friends and their judgmental ways. And, though he has a long way to go, he can acknowledge that he’s changed from the ignorant guy who picked on anyone who wasn’t cool enough. Part of - no - a good majority of that change is thanks to one person - you. So, hearing his assholes of friends calling you a freak and making it seem like being around you is hell on Earth riles him up all the wrong ways.

“Shut the hell up.” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms. He looks over at you, and you’re gesticulating as you recount a story to your friends. Steve’s reminded of how amazing you are as they smile and laugh.

“You assholes don’t even know the first thing about her. She’s the best damn person I’ve ever met, and she’s leagues better than both of you without feeling the need to tear down everybody else that breathes.”

Steve turns back to Tommy and Carol, his harsh glare rivaling their shocked expressions. All Carol can do is slowly chew her gum, looking around as if waiting for someone to snap Steve back to his old self.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. You can plan the goddamn party on your own.” With that, Steve walks away before he says something extreme and heads back to your table.

“I don’t know about you, Tommy,” Carol blows a bubble with her gum, “But I really don’t like her.”

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You’re by your locker, sifting through your notebooks and chatting with Eddie, when Steve joins you. Being as keen as you are, the odd look Steve gives Eddie doesn’t go unnoticed. You have half a mind to comment, but Steve speaks before you can.

“You’re coming to the party, right?” Steve asks as he leans against the lockers next to yours.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. There’s a party every day, it seems. You shut your locker before turning to Steve. “How about no?”

“Aw, c’mon, it’ll be a total drag without you there, you know?” Steve lays the charm on thick as he sports a heart-clenching grin. But you’ve learned not to act on those lovey-dovey feelings to protect your sanity.

“If it’ll be such a drag, how about you don’t go…?” Eddie offers, reminding you of how awesome a friend he is. He’s always there to pull you out of situations you don’t want to find yourself. And going to a party with Steve, and undoubtedly his horrendous friends, is not your cup of tea.

“Funny, Munson. Don’t think I was talking to your ass.” Steve’s counter catches you and Eddie off guard, and you throw a ‘what the hell’ look at Steve. You know that Steve is still Steve and has some unsatisfactory traits lingering. But him being unnecessarily rude to Eddie is something you’re not okay with.

“Okay, look…” Steve sighs, which has you raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response. “That was messed up, sorry, dude. I was going to ask if you both wanted to come.” 

Eddie brushes it off with a wave, “Don’t sweat it, man. I get it. But we’ll have to get back to you on this one. Y’know, parties aren’t really our scene.”

You agree with Eddie’s statement with a nod. Steve, however, has difficulty not rolling his eyes at Eddie’s use of we. What, did he not think you could answer on your own? And why the hell is he always getting in his way? But most important, why does it piss Steve off so much?

While Steve ponders, he misses the call of his friends. He only reacts when he sees Eddie stumble towards you. He whips his head around to see Tommy and Carol snickering.

“Watch where you’re going, you damn freak,” Tommy sneers, and some jerks in the back laugh along.

Your books fall out of your arms as you prevent Eddie from becoming too familiar with the ground. “You good, Eds?” He nods, allowing you to help him back on steady footing.

You glare at Tommy, who laughs like a fucking hyena. You’re about to rip him a new one when Steve steps in, much to your and everyone else’s surprise.

“Jesus, Tommy… You have to be such a dick all the time?” Steve pointedly asks as he bends down on one knee to pick up your fallen books. It’s a simple act - a fine gentleman courteous enough to help a distressed maiden. But, you don’t know, something about how Steve gathers your things, handing them to you with that oh-so-apologetic expression, makes that simple act not so simple. 

A singular strand of hair loses its hold and flutters down to frame his face, and, like an idiot, all you can form is, “Thanks…” You hear Eddie snort quietly beside you, and as you take your books from Steve’s outreached hands, you make sure to jab the brunet in the side with your elbow.

“Always with the fucking Wheelers…” Carol sighs, popping a bubble of her gum. Like birds migrating, their small group of goons disperses in pursuit of more havoc. You’re grateful for two reasons. 1. They’ll leave you and Eddie alone. 2. Most importantly, you’re sure it’s plain as day how flustered Steve’s actions made you.

You’re about to give Carol and Tommy a piece of your mind when the bell rings for a second time. You curse, haphazardly shoving your books into your backpack.

One more tardy, and Mrs. Nelson might make do on her promise to slap you and Eddie in Saturday detention. That was just something neither of you could afford. You grab Eddie’s hand, and in your haste, you miss the disgruntled look on Steve’s face.

You two run down the hall, and just as you reach the corner, you turn around and lift your hand to wave bye to Steve. “See you never, Harrington!”

The corner of his mouth upturns when your wave turns into flipping the bird. “Oh, and fuck you, Tommy and Carol!”

The two scoff behind Steve, who only smiles, shaking his head. “Gotta love those Wheelers.”

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It’s Friday night, also the day of the party. Now, you’ve made all reservations to stay at home in the comfort and safety of your room. You’re all set to do just that until Steve comes to pick up Nancy. Ever since your mom caught him sneaking through your bedroom window to see your sister, he’s made more effort to appear at the front door. For good reason - Karen Wheeler might be head of PTA and bakes cookies, but she’s one woman you don’t want to be on the wrong side of.

You’re rifling through the pantry when Holly runs to you. She tugs at your pants legs until you turn around to see her with a piece of paper. You eye it warily until she aggressively thrusts her hand out, pointing to the front door before running off.

The crumbled piece of paper reads: “PARTY? Yes or yes?”

You snicker, pocketing the note as you gather your snacks and head for the stairs. On your way, you spot Nancy gracefully gliding down and almost envy her because you always trip over a step. 

Nancy stops you before you can ascend. “Oh, are you staying home again?” The ‘again’ is an ongoing joke with your family since you’re affectionately dubbed a hermit.

“She’s not,” Steve answers as he joins the two of you, and your eye twitches a bit when he swings an arm around her shoulders. “She’s coming to the party.”

Your face furrows as you pretend to think. “Hmm, you know, I don’t think I ever agreed to that. By the way, Harrington, you didn’t give me an option for no way in hell.”

Steve groans, “C’monnn, it’ll be a blast.” You almost let the thought of him being cute as he pouts linger in your mind but instead push it away.

You yawn tiredly, tucking your snacks under one arm as you cover your mouth. Blinking slowly, you squint before sighing in acquiescence. “This isn’t a yes, but I’ll consider it.”

You can see that Steve is fighting the urge to persuade you more, and the way he settles for a cool nod makes you bite back a grin. You wave goodbye to him and Nancy as you trek back to your bedroom.

You’ve nearly reached the top when Steve calls your name from the open front door. You turn around to see a cheeky grin. “Don’t forget Munson’s invited, too. See you there.”

You find it hilarious how sure he is that you’ll show up. There is absolutely no chance in hell you would go to the party. No chance at all-

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The music from the party sends vibrations throughout Eddie’s van, and you’re suddenly regretting coming. You turn to Eddie with an unsure look and almost laugh at his mirrored expression.

“Twenty minutes tops.” Eddie frowns as a couple runs in front of the van, cackling as they head for a cluster of trees further back. It’s so obvious what they’re up to.

“Ten.” You can’t fathom spending more time here, and you haven’t even made it inside yet.

Eddie nods in agreement, moving to get out before he stops to turn to you. He pokes you with a finger to get your attention. “Hey, you feeling okay?”

You furrow your brows, sighing. “I don’t know. Something feels off…”

“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re here… at this party… which, can I just add, is totally not our scene?” Eddie suggests, making you frown slightly.

“I don’t know. Today has been a bit weird. I was looking for something earlier and couldn’t find it, and then I had to see Steve and Nancy being, well, a couple. And, get this, I stumbled down the stairs when you came to pick me up.” You sigh again. “Maybe this was a bad idea…” you mumble, looking out the window to see someone vomiting on the lawn. Your nose crinkles, and you quickly avert your gaze to Eddie before you get sick, too.

“Well, how about this?” Eddie grins, trying to prompt one of your own. “We show face, talk to that guy - the unnamed one you have a major hard-on for. Then we make our grand escape, and guess what?” You look at him amused and respond with a hum. “We head back to my place and spend the rest of the night watching awesome movies and listening to super cool music. Sound good?”

You hate that Eddie knows you so well. With an affectionate eye roll, you breathe in and out. “Sounds good. Let’s go, Munster.”

The party is in full swing inside. It seemed the outside partying was just a warmup for what you two would face. Some acquaintances greet you and Eddie, sending waves and raising their drinks. It’s almost comical because it makes you feel like you’re one of the “cool” kids.

Somehow, you and Eddie find yourselves in the thicket; the music’s bass rumbles through you, and you see far too much bumping and grinding for your liking. You look around for the only reason you attended this shit show and come up short. However, you see Carol, who has an annoyingly cocky grin as she passes you, whispering something to Tommy, who snickers. 

You’re about to comment on it to Eddie when someone calls your name. You look around until you see Steve heading towards you.

“Heyyy, you made it!” His enthusiasm brings about a simpering grin of your own. Steve pulls you in for a hug, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and you have to tell your heart to stop doing somersaults.

“Yeah, I did.” You smile up at him and almost laugh at his dopey expression. You’re not sure why he’s looking like that, but you attribute it to drinking. After all, is Steve Harrington really at a party if he doesn’t down an entire keg in seconds?

“You look really pretty, you know?” His words make you swallow harshly, knowing that his drunk words are kryptonite to your sober, hopeless, lovesick little heart. 

You can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you’re sure that if he continues staring at you with that look you can’t quite name in his eyes, you’ll be a walking heat advisory. You gently jab at his shoulder, dismissing him with a wave of your hands and a roll of your eyes. “Sure, sure. Let the alcohol talk.”

“It’s not the-” Steve doesn’t finish his sentence when Nancy joins your little party, nuzzling up to him. The sight makes your heart clench in a not-so-pleasant way, and you smile briefly to show good camaraderie, but deep down, you hate yourself for feeling this way.

Nancy greets Eddie, and you silently curse yourself for forgetting he was there. Knowing that he witnessed the entire interaction, you chuckle, sure he’ll find some way to tease you about it later.

You spend the next few minutes talking with Steve and Nancy, who soon enough become engrossed with each other. The whispers and drunken laughter they share make your eye twitch, which catches Eddie’s attention.

“You know, it’s getting pretty late, so I think we’re going to head out,” Eddie says, forcing a convincing yawn. 

“Nooo,” Steve groans, unwrapping his arm from Nancy to place his hand on your shoulder. “You can’t go just yet. Stay. Please.” His bottom lip juts out just a bit as he pouts, begging you to stay with those big brown eyes, and a tiny part of you screams just how kissable he looks.

Instead of succumbing to that deep-down desire, you smile, tilting your head to look at him. “Sorry, Harrington. It appears you’ve exceeded your time limit.” You pat his hand, squeezing it gently before removing it. You swear you can feel his fingers curl around your palm, but he steps back in defeat before you can discern.

“It was fun talking with you guys, though. Who knows, maybe we’ll come to another par-”

You begin stepping away from him when a screech makes you and everyone else stop in their place. You turn to the source to find Tommy and Carol - of course, it’s them - standing atop a table with a microphone. 

You have half a mind to leave, but for some reason, you feel compelled to stay.

“Hi, everyone! Hope you’re all having a fantastic time!” Carol starts, her words slurred and voice oh so annoying. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but she’s quick to quieten them with a hand in the air. “I have a little special announcement for one of our esteemed guests…” 

She pauses dramatically, a mischievous look on her face. You’re not the only one who notices. Eddie leans down to whisper, “I think we should go.” You agree, feeling uneasy, but just when you turn to go, you hear your name.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you, Steve and Nancy included. You stare at Carol warily, wondering where she’s going with this.

“You see, little miss weirdo over there has a big fat crush on her best friend. But Steve is too busy fucking little miss perfect to give her the time of day.” Muttering and snickers and gasps of surprise sound around you as your heartbeat quickens. Tommy pulls your diary from his jacket, flipping it open to an earmarked page.

“‘Dear diary… I can’t believe I have a crush on Steve Harrington! I hate him and his perfect hair and charming smile and-’” Tommy pauses his reading to smirk. “Here’s the best part.” He pitches his voice annoyingly high, “‘I think I might just be in love with him, but of course, he has to be dating my sister, of all people.’”

If the humiliation doesn’t break you, seeing Steve and Nancy’s expressions as you slowly turn to them does. Nancy looks betrayed, and there’s a hint of anger in her eyes. You don’t blame her; you felt the same when you discovered she was dating Steve. Speaking of which, he looks confused; his brows pinch together, and his mouth is agape. 

You open your mouth, but no words come out. What can you say? You don’t know. But you know that standing there while everyone looks at you isn’t helping you. Before you can register it, you’re running out of the house, pushing past everything in your way.

You don’t hear or see Steve marching right up to the table. “You’re real pricks, you know that?” He asks, snatching your diary from Tommy’s hands, sending him stumbling and falling off the table on his butt. Laughter erupts when Tommy falls. “Fucking assholes,” Steve sneers as he heads outside to look for you.

Eddie unlocks the van, and you’re about to hop in, ready to ditch this shit show, when someone grabs your wrist. You turn around to find Steve. He offers your diary to you. The thought of snatching it away crosses your mind before you remind yourself that although Steve begged to come along to the party, this whole shitshow wasn’t his fault.

So, instead, you gingerly take it from him, tucking it tight under your arm as if someone might come to steal it again. Then it’s tense - despite the cool night air sprinkling goosebumps along your exposed skin, the air feels unbearably thick, and you find yourself harshly swallowing the lump in your throat. 

Steve is the one to break the silence. 

“You never told me.” Those four words made you scoff bitterly, not at him but at the entire situation. 

“You never asked,” is your retort. 

Steve casts his gaze down to the ground, nodding solemnly. It’s another few seconds before he opens his mouth again. “I always thought it was Munson.” His confession shocks you. Is that why he’d always been so cross with Eddie?

“Well, now you know.” It’s unbearable standing here, trying to talk through this shitty situation. With a breath, you say, “I should go, Steve. No point in me hanging around.”

Steve falters, reaching an arm out to stop you from moving. “You can’t just walk away. We should talk-”

“Talk about what, Steve?” You pull your arm away from his grasp, fully turning to face him. “About how awful of a person I am. About how I fell in love with my best friend, and he chose my sister?” As you speak, frustrated tears fill your eyes, and Steve feels his heart break a little more. “Did you ever…” You breathe deeply, steeling yourself. “Did you… have you ever felt anything for me…?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, and had this been a different situation, you might have poked fun at him for looking like such a goofball. He finds it hard to meet your eyes, and though he never says a word, you already have your answer.

You scrunch your nose, blinking away the tears. You’ve already humiliated yourself enough tonight, and you won’t be adding crying to the list.

It’s then that you can hear music booming from inside the house - the rest of the partygoers continuing without a care, like some girl’s life didn’t just get flipped upside down and all around. You spot Nancy lingering near the entrance. She has this unreadable expression, but she’s not as angry as before. She looks sad, and that makes you feel even worse.

You tear your gaze away before looking at Steve, tears threatening to fall, and with a bittersweet smile, you say, “Tell Nancy I’m sorry for me, please. Goodbye, Steve.”

With those parting words, you quickly hop in Eddie’s van, and he knows to drive away without you even saying anything. You look out the rearview mirror to see Steve standing there, watching you leave.

Later that night, when you’re donning some of Eddie’s clothes, and he’s attempting to cheer you up, you pull out your diary one last time and write:

Dear (not so) secret diary,

Life is shit

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[tiannasfanfic]

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist |

Rating: Explicit 18+

CW: Smut (themes of Dom/sub dynamics)

Something you, Eddie and Steve have talked about doing, but hadn’t tried yet, is double penetration.

While the idea excites you, you’re very nervous about it, especially after watching videos of it, cause you’re afraid you won’t be able to take it like in the movies. You don’t want to let them down or disappoint them.

You decide to start practicing with your toys when you’re home alone, working yourself up to the ones most reminiscent of Eddie and Steve’s cocks. It took some time but, finally, you’re able to take both of them at once.

You’re so excited and proud of yourself, and you surprise them the very next night with the news.

But, rather than be excited too, they’re actually kind of upset.

They really wanted to be the ones who worked you open. So, even though they want it just as much as you, you have to be punished for your impatience.

You had no idea how long they tease and edge you for. It felt like you were tied to the bed for hours, at the mercy of their fingers, their tongues, even the very toys you used to prep yourself with.

Finally, once they felt like you had learned your lesson, they let you out of your restraints, position your trembling body between both of theirs, and fill both of your holes with their hard, aching cocks.

And it is at this point that they actually realize how nice it is to just slide into you and start fucking the hell out of you without having to wait any longer than they already have.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Wedding Hell

I’m back. I have come for my daily Steddie x fem reader in take.

So this popped into my mind the other day, but what I’d both Steve and Eddie were knights. And the reader was a princess. The reader was engaged to a very aggressive prince from a different kingdom and on the day of the wedding, Steve and Eddie just casually walk in, pick her up and race out. They find a small cottage to live in away from the palace and just enjoy a mundane life. Fluffy as always! Thank you so much!!❤️

Request by @wonderinghawkinsindiana 💞

Warnings: Angst, violence, (Alexander slaps the reader) if this is a trigger for you then please do not read any further 💞 Arranged marriage, fluff

If you enjoyed this fic then pls consider giving this a reblog. It is very much appreciated 💞😘

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Alexander was due to arrive back today for the wedding. Their wedding. She was dreading his arrival back.

He was awful, very aggressive, a tyrant. The fact that she was to be wed to him filled her with dread.

The wedding was in a few days and she felt like she was in a waking nightmare.

Ever since they got engaged a month ago she had dealt with his mood swings, anger, and icy demeanor.

It was the wedding from hell in her mind.

However, this (marrying Alexander) is what she had to do, as a princess for her kingdom. At least that's what Alexanders' father had said to her father.

The truth was Alex and his father wanted money and the notoriety of Alex being wedded to her, to be part of an influential kingdom.

It was all so... cold and she hated that this was going to be her married life, unloving and business like.

She wanted to be married for love... to whom she was in love with but that could never be.

The men she was in love with were Edward Mumson and Steven Harrington (or Eddie and Steve as they liked her to call them) knights who have protected her for year's and for years she loved them, they were a few years older than her, kind and gentle, and loving.

Nothing like the man she was marrying.

There is a trumpet sounding to announce his arrival and she feels her stomach clench anxiously.

"Princess? Prince Alexander is here" her maid Belle announces and yn gives her a small smile, taking a deep breath.

"Have you heard if the business he and father were conducting went well? Shall I go downstairs to greet him?" she asks Belle who grows silent her big brown eyes widening with worry.

''Maybe not miss. He seems to be in a terrible mood, your father is very cross with him right now and so is your mother as well. His temper almost cost your father the deal he was trying to make"

"Mood swings don't get us anywhere or Volatile actions, he knows that and should conduct himself appropriately" now she knows her mother and father are cross she is beginning to grow annoyed as well.

Silently fuming she heads downstairs and does her best to try and calm down.

Alexander is talking to some officials and she sighs and heads toward him. Only catching the eye of Eddie and Steve calm her.

Her older brother William looks at Alexander like he wants to maim him so she knows she will have to act fast and diffuse the situation.

"Ahh there is my ravishing bride to be" Alexander smirks and pulls her to him, his breath smells of ale and goodness knows what.

The anger inside her simmers again. First, he embarrasses her father then he arrives drunk.

"You've been drinking, she hisses. 'My father is going to be furious, you know the dinner we are hosting tonight is important" he groans.

"Oh do be quiet woman. I've had a hard enough day and enough lectures from your father without you wittering on" she gapes.

"My father had good reason to scold you, for goodness sake Alexander you should know how to behave in public"

His hand strikes out at her before she can stop it and she clutches her cheek stunned and tears pool in her eyes.

Eddie and William immediately move into action, Steve tries to hold them back but there is rage in his eyes as deep as Eddie and Williams.

"If you dare put a hand on her again" Eddie growls and William calls Alexander something that makes the officials in attendance gasp.

"She's my fiancee! Soon to be my wife and I will do what I bloody well like to her" Alex sneers to the three men.

The shock disappears and she watches in horror as Eddie pulls out his sword and points it at Alex's throat.

"Eddie" she races to him and gently touches his arm, he softens but is still glaring at Alex who is furious.

"How dard you raise your knife to me you- she cuts off his rant and grabs Eddie's sword and holds the sword to Alex's throat herself.

"Touch me like that again and I will ensure your father gets no future heir, you understand?"

His eyes widen.

"You wait until your father...

"Tell him all you like, he ensured that when I was growing up William taught me to fight and to be able to handle myself. I'm sure he will be proud of his daughter for standing up for herself, I'm also sure he would love to hear that you lay your hands on me too"

His mouth rapidly opens then shouts and she can hear the official's silent laughter, she hands Eddie back his sword and storms off not noticing Eddie and Steve watch her go with a lovesick gaze.

💖💖

They are still fuming come night time and she rests her head on Steve's shoulder feeling relaxed for the first time all day.

Eddie is pacing back and forward with a murderous look on his face.

"Oh please sit down Eddie. I'm fine" he frowns then smiles.

"Wish I had a camera to capture the look on that smug bastards face" he sits on the other side of her and covers his hand over her and Steves.

The two of them beside her like this make her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Your father should call off the wedding! Come on sweetheart you can't say you want to be married to that asshole" Steve asks incredulously and she shakes her head.

"No, I want to marry someone I love, who loves me"

"Your father would tell you to marry for love and your mother. I know you think this is best for the kingdom princess but is being unhappy and in a loveless marriage something you want?" Eddie asks her gently.

"Of course, they would be happy if I married for love but I don't see anyone claiming to be head over heels in love with me. Do you?"

Belle interupts their conversation and curtseys.

"Princess, Mr Munson, Mr Harrington, the ball is starting"

And so duty calls.

💞💞

The wedding day arrives and she's in a beautiful dress fashioned from the finest silk with intricate flowers on the bodice and lace on the veil.

Today should be the happiest day of her life but all she can feel is sadness. She doesn't want to do this.

The feeling only grows stronger as she sees the look on her mother's face who then turns and has a whispered conversation with her father.

He whispers something that makes her relax and she wonders what they are talking about.

Alexander is standing beside her looking bored as the minister speaks and she looks around wondering where Eddie and Steve were.

The anxiety in her grows and she feels naseated.

"I can't do this," she says finally having the courage to speak up. Alexander glares at her.

"Keep your damn mouth shut woman!" he snaps and it draws ire from the crowd. The minister gulps and asks his next question timidly.

"Does any person here object to these two being married, speak now or forever hold your peace"

Just as she is about to say that yes in fact she does object she hears a shout.

"I object!" she finds Eddie in the back row, he just walked in and he grins as he approaches them then stops stunned and stares at her for a second.

"Shit... You look so beautiful" his set complement makes her heart skip a beat.

"I object also minister," Steve says as he walks inside and stands beside Eddie then William calls out too.

"No way is my sweet little sister marrying this motherfu...

"William!" their mother shrieks and he flashes her a wicked smile.

"Sorry mother but really? You've called him worse. Yeah, so I object too"

"What is this?" Alexander rages and then Eddie runs up the aisle with Steve and they pick her up holding her close.

"Hello beautiful" Steve greets her and she cuddles into him.

Her father winks at her then stands up.

"I bloody well object also. This man almost cost me a huge business deal, has tried to sneak fortunes and jewels out behind the palace's back, and has been involved in indiscretions with other women behind my daughters back!"

"He is not good enough for my daughter, plain and simple"

Alexander's father shakes his head and looks embarrassed at Alex, meanwhile Eddie and Steve guide her away from the uproar.

"I was just about to object you know" she teases them.

"We were objecting anyway sweetheart, then your father and mother encouraged us to show you how we feel about you, to tell you" Steve informs her and she looks at the two of them hope grows inside her.

Did they mean what she hoped they meant.

"The truth is I've been in love with you for a long time" Eddie admits while stroking her cheek.

"As have I. I love you, sweetheart" Steve tells her and she looks at Eddie and Steve's entwined hands. They love each other too, and the three of them were going to be so happy together.

"I love you both, always have" she feels a sense of release now she doesn't have to hide her feelings because she was scared of rejection.

Now she never had to worry about that and happily cuddled into the men she loved so much.

😘

Six months later.

All she has felt since the aftermath of her wedding is contentment, love and happiness.

Eddie and Steve had found them a small cottage to live in and the cosy, sweet home was wonderful.

It was surrounded by fields and beautiful flowers, lots of wildflowers. It was close to the palace, almost a short walk, and she, Eddie, and Steve visited often.

Her life now was so very wonderful and full of affection, tenderness, and love all courtesy of two sweet men who she had loved forever.

💞💞

[gh0stwrit5r]

A Helping Hand pt4 - Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Here’s part 4. It’s becoming quiet the novella if you ask me 😉 more story line here, but we’re working our way back to smut, I promise!

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI - showering, kissing, watching bf shower, fantasies of oral f receiving, public f fingering, fuck boy Eddie

1.5k word

You and Steve finish up fucking in the kitchen and he heads for a shower with you close behind. You can’t get Eddie out of your head until Steve mentions a little detail it would have been good to know. And now your mad. You need to speak to him immediately.

Part 1 - here Part 2 - here Part 3 - here

Steve got up and gave you a kiss. “Where did that come from y/n? Not that I’m complaining!’ He laughed “I’m going to jump in the shower, do you want to order us both some food?”

“Yeah of course” you replied as you pulled your T-shirt back on with nothing else since your knickers had been ripped and stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans.

Steve walked out of the room, his T-shirt still off and slung over his shoulder as he left. His shoulder blades still sweaty and glistening in the light.

You wandered around the kitchen looking for a menu and chucked your ripped knickers into the bin, looking at them and having a little smile to yourself, completely forgetting that Eddie might still be out there watching you through the window. You finally found a menu and ordered some pizzas, then you followed Steve upstairs to take a shower yourself.

As you got to the bathroom door you stopped to watch Steve shower. The lower part of the glass shower door was steamed up, giving you only an outline of his impressive athletic physique. You watched as he tipped his head back into the water and let it run onto his face. He ran both his hands through his hair then down onto his chest where bubbles had settled into his chest hair.

God he was hot. His eyes. His perfect skin. Those few freckles on his cheeks and neck. The way he could swing a baseball bat. And you still wondered how he looked so good in his fucking Scoops uniform when he used to work there.

You walked over and slipped your T-shirt off over your head and slid the shower door open, stepping into the warm water to join him. You placed both hands on his chest, fingers spread apart and pushed them up into his chest hair then onto his face. Planting a kiss on his lips as they slipped about in the water.

Steve pulled away and nestled his head into the crook of your neck, distributing little bites all the way to your collar bone. “I’m getting out now babe, you ordered food right?’

“Yeah I did” you replied, slightly huffed that he was getting out “said about thirty minutes so might be here in about twenty or so”

“Ok, well don’t be long” he stepped out and turned round playfully shaking his fist and smiling at you “or else!”

You laughed as you rubbed a spot clear of condensation on the shower door, Steve grabbed a towel and proceeded to use it to dry his hair, allowing you to watch his naked arse walk away and finally disappear into the bedroom.

You reached for the shower gel and lathered up your hands and started getting washed. As you moved your hands down to your inner thighs, he immediately popped back into your head. There he was, Eddie Munson, invading your thoughts. Again.

You could feel him slowly pushing his dick slightly into you and you could see his stupid grin when he refused to give you any more and pulled it out before he left the room. You shook your head and let out a little laugh at how much of a fuck boy you could already tell he was. And you liked it.

The doorbell snapped you out of reliving your moment with Eddie. “Food is here babe” Steve shouted

“Ok coming!” you yelled back with your head partly out of the shower door. You stepped out into the bathroom, shivering slightly as you went from the hot water to the colder bathroom. You ran to the towel rack and quickly swung a towel around your shoulders, and headed to the bedroom to put your pyjamas on.

As you got to the bedroom door you stopped. Exactly at the spot where Eddie stood and watched you finger your self and moaning out his name. Remembering hearing his voice “Jesus. Christ” as it rattled through the bedroom. You squeezed your legs together as that all too familiar ache came back.

“It’s on the bench y/n” Steve shouted

“Ok I’m just getting my pyjamas on, two minutes!” You replied as you pulled your bottoms on and then scraped your hair back into a ponytail.

As you made your way into the kitchen, you picked up your pizza box and grabbed some kitchen roll for what would inevitably become greasy hands. You flopped down onto the couch next to Steve as he was eating with one hand and scrolling pages of movies and tv series to find something to watch with the other.

“What about this Stranger Things series babe? He suggested

“I don’t really fancy that tonight, find something short. I’m shattered”

“Sure thing” he replied giving your leg a little squeeze above your knee “all that fucking in the kitchen has taken it out of you” he smirked

He was kind of right, the kitchen fucking and the bedroom antics with Eddie, had your brain wired.

You agreed on a documentary about some crime that had happen in a little town in Ohio and finished off your pizzas. Once you were done eating you snuggled into Steve for the remainder of the documentary.

You must have dozed off because Steve speaking gave you a shock “and because he’s off for a week I have double the workload which is annoying”

“Sorry baby, I must have fallen asleep” you confessed “what were you saying?”

“Ah just Eddie is off for a week now so I have double the workload” he repeated

“Oh really, where is he off?” You tried to sound uninterested

“Just to spend some time with his girlfriend, well, his long distance girlfriend now”

“What?! He has a girlfriend!!” You shouted as you sat bolt upright and turned to face Steve.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?!’ He laughed

“Just can’t imagine anyone wanting to be with him. He seems nice but a bit of a freak right!” You tried to hide the true reason for the shock.

“Listen, there’s something about Eddie Munson, ladies love him, you just don’t get it” he joked as he grabbed your shoulders and shook you playfully “come on let’s get you to bed sleepy head!”

You followed Steve up stairs and as you were brushing you teeth you couldn’t think straight. You were mad. Which felt hypocritical but also valid. He had come into your bedroom, yours and Steve’s actually, and made it a reality. But you had let him. You wanted it too.

The thought of being the only girl he wanted drove you crazy. You got off on thinking he replayed your supermarket encounter over and over in his head, just like you did. You wanted him to think about you while he wanked himself silly knowing he could never really have you.

But to find out that he probably never thought about you at all. He probably spent hours on the phone to her. His girlfriend. Thinking about her. Missing her. Dirty talking with her. Ergh. You hated it.

You climbed into bed and thought about it over and over. Did you care? Was it a one off? Did you want it to happen again? As he swirled around your head you started to think about his hands gripping you and pulling you down the bed so his head was between your legs. The feeling of his lips pushing onto your wet pussy as he flicked his tongue back and forth slowly over your clit. How he was the one that decided you weren’t getting any more and left.

When your brain couldn’t think about it anymore you decided you would meet him when he was back and tell him it would not happen again. It was a moment of weakness, you let a fantasy and lust make your decision. It would be over before it started and he should focus on his girlfriend.

You started to play it out in your mind. You would meet him in a the small coffee shop in town. You would both sit at the table like adults and he lets you tell him your decision. Then he moves his chair to the same side of the table as you. He puts his hand under the table and he slowly slides it up the inside of your thigh and hitches up your skirt. He rubs his fingers on your already wet knickers and then moves them to the side. He takes two fingers to the entrance of your pussy and can feel you’re getting wetter. As he leans over and moves your hair behind your ear, he pushes his fingers inside you, he grins and whispers in your ear “someone’s missed me, haven’t they, princess” you moan loudly and roll your head back, alerting the staff to you both.

You open your eyes, bringing you back to reality. You notice you have you hand in your knickers. You pull it out and roll over.

If the last five minutes are anything to go by, you realised that telling Eddie Munson to go fuck himself, is quickly going to end up with him fucking you.

[sleepy-baby19]

Ok tumblr do your thing. I’ve been searching far and wide for a steddie x reader fic that I read I think last year. It was Eddie and reader giving Steve a bj behind the counter at Family Video, and then someone walks in, it might of been one of the kids, I can’t really remember. I’m in a steddie mood and this was one of my favorites. I’ve searched AO3 incase it was on there but I don’t find it 😢

[neonlight2]

Little ‘Steddie x reader’ blurb

(I may write more for this later)

Y/n had a really rough day. Two guys came by the tattoo shop she works at and wouldn’t let her work on them— even though she was the only artist available because they didn’t think she’d be able to give them a ‘real’ tattoo. Then giving the impression that she probably only knew how to do tramp stamps or cutesy styled tats. Which in the grand scheme of things, she didn’t think were bad, because she in fact had given several trap stamps and butterflies, hearts— you name it. She’s done it. Her philosophy was that if you liked it, and the art made you feel something, get the piece. No, it was the fact they were belittling her talent.

Then, after that, they had the audacity to try and hit on her. Saying her tattoos, which could be seen easily due to the tank top she was wearing, were ‘rad’ and how’d they’d like to see the rest. Eventually, she lost her cool, yelling for her co working to swap clients and that they wouldn’t need to worry, they could have both payments. All she wanted to do was get the fuck away from them. But! Before her co worker (who she was obviously besties with) could go talk to the two guys, y/n whisper in their ear:

“Make sure to add a little lead to your hand this time.” Patting their shoulder before wandering to the patiently waiting client, who happened to be absolutely delightful.

And you would think all would be well from there on right? She pawned off those guys, indirectly got the satisfaction of revenge from hearing them hiss and cry like babies— leading to one of them quitting halfway through— and got a nice canvas to work on.

Yeah no.

After her shift at the shop was done, where she was berated by her coworker to take at least a third of the tips for her work, she went to the bar across the street. She was extremely happy to be done with work today. And while she loved her craft, it could be tiring at times. This was one of them. Now, all she wanted was for her friend— with benefits? Lover? Fuck buddy? Booty call?

No scratch the last one, that was too low of a title for Jade.

Jade and her met each other at that very bar. It was one night Eddie was playing with his band— which she had subbed in for his drummer. After they had finished and Eddie had gotten out of his “post-guitargasm” state, as she liked to put it, Y/n felt a tap on her shoulder. Oh and how wide Eddie’s eyes got, gesturing her to look behind and see whomever had come up behind her. Once Y/n got a glimpse of her there was no going back.

Next thing Y’know she’s got Jade pinned against the bathroom wall, letting out moans that she knew everyone outside could here (and don’t worry, Eddie’s band only plays at places that are super down low or accepting, so we don’t have to worry about any homophobic assholes harassing them).

Thus why Eddie calls her a exhibitionist and/or a narcissist.

Dead serious, he’ll randomly come around a corner and say:

“Hello my little exhibitionist.” “Good morning, narcissist, how may I inflate your ego today?”

And the worst one so far: “Don’t worry Harrington, I know how to cheer her up. *insert Eddie playfully moaning y/n’s name*”

Anyways— they had been hooking up for a few months at scheduled times, places, for their safety. I mean while the 80’s were becoming more progressive, no one would ever be fully open in Hawkins. Even if it’s a small, cute town— she wouldn’t put it past anyone for bigotry and violence towards queer people.

So there she waited for Jade at least an hour. She’d been stood up this time it seemed.

To say the least, when she got home to her roommates, both two out of her three best friends, she wasn’t particularly in the best mood.

Steve and Eddie could practically see the frustration radiating off her.

“What’s wrong babe?” Steve asked, being pushed (literally) by Eddie to approach you.

Huffing from her nose y/n replies shortly, “I hate people.”

“Alright…” Steve treads lightly, his soft tone trying to ease the tension in her body.

All while Eddie goes, “Fair enough.”

Taking a second to elbow Eddie in the chest, Steve turns his attention back to y/n. “Why do we hate them today hun?”

Scoffing, she walks about the house as she replies, stripping off her sweat ridden clothes is the only thing that falters her speech.

“We’ll firstly, men are disgusting.” Both boys nod, knowing they aren’t part of her categorization. “These two asshole come in and when I go up to help them— because everyone else was working— they refuse to let me work on them because apparently I can only draw ‘girly/basic shit’. As if their skull tattoo choice wasn’t the most basic, white boy, country club rebel thing ever.”

Eddie couldn’t help but snort at her description, hiding it in Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh and then, when I get to the bar to meet Jade,” y/n stops, looks at them as she struggles to get one of her combat boots off. Finally after a few second of wrestling with her foot, Steve steps forward, getting on his knees, and helps his aggrieved friend. All while Eddie helps keep her upright with a hand on her back and shoulder. When it’s off she says a quick thank you before rambling on again— shamelessly walking to the living room in only her underwear as Eddie and Steve follow her like lost puppies.

Steve’s mother instincts kicking in, picking up the clothes she’s shed along the way to put with the rest of the laundry. However, Eddie had only become more entertained and enthralled by the turn of events. And being the agent of chaos he is, he grabbed a bottle of Jack from the kitchen before missing anything else.

“…guess what?! She wasn’t there. I waited for an hour. AN HOUR!” Y/n shouted, pacing about the room.

“Yeah we were starting to worry why you hadn’t called or come home.” Eddie stated, multitasking with listening and pouring them all drinks.

Ignoring his comment completely she carried on. “I mean you would think someone would at least have the common decency to call! Y’know, when you have plans with someone, let alone someone you’ve known for a while—,”

“Been fucking for a while.” Eddie chimes in, handing her a drink, which she gladly takes.

“Exactly.” She said, throwing back the first drink.

“Yeah,” Steve walks into the room after putting all the laundry away (you best bet he heard all of that, because let’s face it y/n’s loud, and he has mom ears.) “And it’s not exactly like you guys can be reckless, or at least you don’t want to…”

“EXACTLY!” She screamed back. “I mean god! It was her idea to do this in the first place! And now I’m—,” y/n groans dramatically, dragging her hands down her face.

It’s quiet for a bit. The boys look at each other, telepathically figuring out what they want to do. Whether or not they should say anything, or do something.

Eddie took the bait this time.

“You’re what baby?”

Y/n stops to look dead at them. Almost as if she were debating whether or not to say it. But in the end she realized— she really couldn’t give a fuck. And neither would they.

“I’m horny.”

Steve’s eyes go wide, but not because he’s shocked by her words, but by the flush that spread across her face as she did. He’s never seen her like this before, and they’d all known each other since high school.

Eddie on the other hand seemed the least affect one here. In all honesty, he was the most composed out of all of them.

“I’m horny, and I’m mad, and that’s really not a good combo because 1. I don’t have anyone to hook up with, and 2. I have nothing to punch. I swear to god I’m getting a punching bag Steve,” she ranting, pointing to the corner. “I swear it’ll go right there, because I don’t know how much longer I can stay sane—,”

“Use us then.” Eddie interrupts, swallowing down the untouched drink he’d poured Steve.

“What?” Steve and y/n ask at the same time, looking at Eddie with confusion or shock.

He hums, almost spitting out the liquor from their faces. “Sorry, clarifications— not use us as punching bags please, and,” he placed his hand on Steve’s leg, “Sorry didn’t mean to offer you up like that Harrington.”

“I’m to fucking deranged right now to understand you Eddie.”

“Fine, I’ll put it plainly.” Eddie sets down the glass and sits back on the coach. “I, me, your best friend —,”

“Don’t be a dick Munson.” Steve remarked, what to hear his proposal himself.

“Well I’m trying to offer her mine to use as she pleases.” Eddie retorted back, a smirk on his face as he looks at Steve. That’s until his gaze shifts back to Y/n. “Or mouth if you’d prefer. I know you’re not the biggest fan of dicks, but I’m here for anything you need.”

“Me too.”

Y/n and Eddie glance at Steve in surprise— for totally different reasons.

“What—? I mean why the fu—?”

“We’re your best friends princess.” Eddie says, tilting his head at her confusion. “We’d help you with anything, just like you do us.”

[paigeandsagesstuff]

I need your help!

Warning: smut talk

I seem to have unliked an Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x virgin reader smut fan fic. Perhaps you can help! The story is about Steve and Eddie meeting a girl and they hang out at her place. They watch a scary movie, but she got scared so the boys put on The Little Mermaid or something light. Anyway, it turns into smut and it has forced orgasms.

Please comment the link of the story if it sound familiar to you. Thank you!

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

“you’re jealous of me?!” steve sputters out, jaw going slack as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“of course, i am!” you huff in frustration, running your hands down your face. “you’re fucking amazing!”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader; eddie munson x steve harrington; possible! steve harrington x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a best friend, and your life is going so well. or, it was. now you have to deal with not one but two boys with hair that could rival the other’s

or in which you might love your best friend, eddie, more than a best friend should. now you can’t help feeling awful whenever you see him with steve, who you are oh, so envious of. it’s safe to say that comparison is killing you slowly

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: hi there! i originally planned for this to be a one-shot but as i continued writing, i realized just how much i was writing and thought it’d be better and more fun to turn it into a mini series. this has been sitting in my drafts since november (lol) so i'm really excited to share this with you all! p.s. requests are: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 | 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 || guidelines here p.s.s. check out my other eddie fics here and here! buy me a coffee ☕️!

part 1: who’s the new guy? || preview here

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

i have thoughts and you’re one of my favourite writers on here so,,, steddie x reader where steve and reader are in a relationship and he comes out to her as bisexual. she asks how he figured that out about himself and he admits to having a crush on eddie. he panics that she might think he doesn’t love her anymore, reader comforts him and admits that she also has a bit of a crush on eddie, and then they confess to eddie and ask him to go on a date with both of them. (for that extra hurt/comfort: eddie thinks they’re joking cause they found out about his feelings for both of them and that they’re making fun of him or something)

Warnings; a bit angst, fluff

💞💞

"Hey sweetheart. Can I talk to you about something. It's very important?" Steve asks her and she smiles and gives her boyfriend her full attention.

"What's up?" he looks very nervous and he takes her hand, she squeezes it tightly to reassure him and he relaxes a bit.

"I've only told Robin this but I love you so much and I know how amazing and supportive you are. I trust you and I want to share this with you?"

She leans closer and cups his cheek.

"Steve?" he takes a breath then he tells her everything.

"I'm bisexual, I've realized it in the last six months" she lets the news digest and is a little shocked but wants Steve to know she is supporting him and he can trust her.

"How did you figure this out?" she asks softly and his cheeks go pink.

"Well, the truth is and this took me a little while to come to terms with but I have a crush on Eddie" suddenly his eyes go wide and he looks so panicked, she isn't sure what was making him so worried so she immediately soothes him.

"I don't want you to think I don't love you because I do. I love you more than anything" she nods.

"Hey, it's okay baby, I know that. I'm so glad that you trust me enough to let me know all of this and you wanna know a secret? " she strokes his hair and he relaxes growing curious at her secret.

"What is it babe?" she smiles at him impishly and giggles.

"I think Eddie is hot, really hot. I have a crush on him too" he smirks at this and holds her close to him.

"Thank you for being so amazing baby, so what is it about Munson for you? I kinda like that he just does not give a shit, he doesn't let anyone tell him how to act, and doesn't conform to bullshit"

She agrees.

"I like that too, he's also ridiculously hot and those big brown eyes are cute too and the tats are hot" they both grin at each other as they gossip about Eddie's hotness.

They decide to take a risk and tell him how they feel, ask him out on a date and see what he says, hopefully, he feels the same way as they do.

💞💞

Eddie had picked up a job at the auto repair shop in Hawkins, he liked his job and the pay was good, it gave him a focus and he still had enough time to plan Hellfire campaigns with Dustin for Hellfire Club.

Even though he graduated he still liked to host the club, Steve had volunteered his house to use as a base and he had gotten involved a few times along with yn.

Speaking of which they both appear, hand in hand, and ask to speak to him privately. His heart hammers in his chest, they are both so hot and he is crushing on both of them. Hard.

He smiles flashing them his best grin and is secretly pleased when Steve's ears turn pink.

"What can I do for you both?" he asks them curious about what they want to say.

"Well it's just we were talking and Steve and I wanted to know if you would like to join us on a date?" the smile drains from his face.

Was this a joke? Did they know how he felt about them and they were playing a prank or some shit.

"This isn't high school, he snaps furious, I don't appreciate you two playing a prank on me, probably because Dustin let slip how I feel about both of you, the little shrimp",

Steve walks up to him and takes his hand squeezing it gently. Eddie gazes at him then yn who comes to join them and he's feeling a little hopeful

"Eddie, we are very serious. I just came out as bi to yn. I wouldn't lie about my feelings, neither of us would"

All of his anxieties melt away and he relaxes.

"I like you both too, so much" with that out in the open he thinks about what they asked him and feels a building sense of euphoria.

"I'd love to go on date with both of you," he tells them and they all share goofy smiles, excited for what was to come.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Warnings; Fighting, a little bit angst, then lots of fluff.

Request by @saramelaniemoon 💞

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She had enough. For weeks now Eddie and Steve had been fighting over, trying to insert dominance over the other and it was horrible to listen to.

The fighting made her heartache, she didn't want them to hurt each other but she didn't know what to do to make them stop.

Honestly, she was at her breaking point and was ready to lock them in a room until they hashed it all out.

In fact, that is exactly what she is going to do.

Their arguing tonight had a different tone to it, borderline on the cusp of spilling over to an actual fistfight.

She hated seeing them argue, it was always over her, they were both in love with her and tried to one up the other in gaining her affection.

The truth was she loved them both too and didn't know how to choose one without breaking the others heart.

Hurting either of them was something she never wanted to do and many a night she tossed and turned, pleading with them to stop fighting.

"That's enough!" she snaps and they both jump at the sound of her voice.

"I am sick of you two arguing and I certainly don't want you fighting over me or it turning into a fist fight where both of you get hurt"

Steve scoffs and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"I could take him" Eddie replies and she glowers at him.

"Enough! You two will sit here and talk it out because you are both giving me a headache with all of this. I love you both so much and I don't want you fighting anymore. So bury the hatchet please"

With that finally off her chest she turns on her heel, locks her bedroom door, and heads downstairs to make some hot chocolate and leave them to it.

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At first, it all is very much of the same, the raised voices, the biting tone. That's until a little while later their tones soften.

Thank goodness. She hovers next to the bedroom door and hears Steve talking.

"I haven't felt this deeply for anyone since Nancy, so deeply in love but I feel that way about yn" her heart warms and she listens to Eddi's reply..

"I always thought love was a lot of bullshit until I met her, she's changed, everything man" her heart skips a beat and she smiles and hopes this is the start of them healing their friendship.

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"You know man, as much as we argue I am going to miss hanging around with you and yn if she chooses you" Steve admits to Eddie who softens.

"Dude, we aren't going to stop hanging out" Steve sighs.

"You'll be the perfect boyfriend man, you'll both forget about me. It's fine, I'll just miss you both" Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"You think I would be the perfect boyfriend? Dude that's you! You're kind and caring and know all that romantic shit! You're the perfect boyfriend. I'm not exactly the king of romance"

Steve shakes his head..

"That's bullshit. You're romantic, fucking badass, and sexy, cute hair, you're just... cool you know, effortlessly, you don't give a shit what anyone thinks and that is awesome dude. You'll be great for yn"

Eddie pauses.

"You think I have cute hair?" Steve turns to him with a shy smile on his face and asks Eddie.

"You really think I would be the perfect boyfriend?"

Yn who had been passing at the time panicked as silence ensued after that and quickly opened the door to make sure everything was okay.

That's when she found them kissing and she beams. Finally!

Eddie breaks off the kiss and Steve looks a little dazed.

"Well princess, I think us three will be alright after all don't you?" he announces with a wicked smirk on his face.

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