#i told him to fuck off and i hugged steve and it felt. nice

[rexscanonwife]

I had a dream about Steve from Blue's Clues and I was in love with him 👉👈

[navybrat817]

Does Bucky ever get needy?

Does Bucky Barnes ever get needy, nonnie?

Does he want your attention? Yes. He feels selfish at times because he knows you have to focus on others, but he’ll stare at you like a puppy until he gets your attention. Or a grumpy cat. He actually sat on your lap once when you didn't look at him. That certainly got your attention. And the time he snarled at Steve for taking up too much of your time. Yes. Snarled. At his best friend.

Does he like your touch? Yes. While he doesn’t let a lot of people put their hands on him, he seeks out your touch. He pushed his head under your palm once while you were reading because he wanted to feel your fingers run through his hair. He’ll also hold your hand whenever you’re around a lot of people. It grounds him and presents the two of you as a united front.

Does he like to touch you? Yes. Once he got over his fear of sleeping in bed with someone else, he went from ex-assassin to cuddle monster. You’ve had to pry yourself from his six-feet however many inches tall octopus hold in the mornings, but he just pulls you right back to him. It’s nice since he’s basically like a personal space heater. Feeling his breath against your neck as he smiles makes you smile, too. And he always has a hand on you or arm around you when hanging out with friends. Not as a sign of ownership, but he’s just thankful that he has you to touch and he’s proud to be your guy.

Does he like to be apart from you when you’re close by? No, not even if you’re just in the next room. He’ll give you space if you need it. Otherwise, he just wants to be where you are. You almost slipped once getting out of the shower because he was just there waiting for you and holding your towel for you. He caught you before you could fall because he won’t let you get hurt if he can help it. Since he’s extremely agile and silent thanks to his training and serum, he makes a little noise now so he won’t scare you again. Unless it’s primal play and then all bets are off.

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Does he like to be away from you for missions? No. He hates it. He’ll get the job done, of course, because he has someone to fight for and come back to. But good luck to you and your pussy once he’s home. A koala bear sort of hug that quickly turns into desperate fucking. Panting and moaning how much he missed you, how he doesn’t deserve you, but you’re so good. Feel so good. And you’re his. His. He isn’t letting go. Can’t let go. You’re not walking tomorrow either, but it’s worth it.

Has he ever gotten hard just from you kissing him? Yes. Heated or lazy kisses, a peck on the lips. Doesn’t matter. Hell, he felt his cock twitch when you smiled at him this morning. Breathing the same air as you has done the same thing. The first time you told him “I love you” when he was inside you, he came then and there. He was embarrassed until you told him how hot it was that you loving him got him off. How many others can say that?

Does he jerk off to the very thought of you? Yes. Inhaling the scent from your panties with a growl as he strokes his cock, imagining your gasps and whimpers as if he was actually fucking you. His hand never feels as good as your pussy. Isn’t wet or tight enough. Doesn’t grip him like a vice. Putting his other hand in his hair, he doesn’t pull the strands the same way you do. It just isn’t the same. You ruined him in the best possible way.

Does he like to finish inside you? Yes. It’s like his mission every single time. He drives into you like his only purpose is to pleasure you and fill you up. The last time you went down on him, he had you lay back before he could finish and jerked off on your folds. He pushed as much of his release as he could inside you. And thanks to being able to get hard again quickly, he proceeded to fuck you into the mattress and add more to it. You’re hardly ever empty.

Does he love you? Yes, more than anyone else or anything. You’re the beginning and end of everything and that should scare him, but it doesn’t. You’re the sun that rises and brightens the darkness. What he feels for you is eternal, infinite, and he’ll cherish every big and small moment the two of you have together. And he’ll still love you if the world ends tomorrow.

So, does Bucky Barnes ever get needy? Yes.

And that’s okay.

Sorry lovelies. Nothing to see here. Go about your business. Love and thanks! ❤️

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Let's Talk About That

And if I'm honest, I just never saw this comin' (7)

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You've lost the Civil War, but you've also lost the only love you've ever known so where does that leave you?

Word Count: 4.4K

Warning: Mostly angst, but some fluff too! Mentions of edging

A/N: Let's dive into Infinity War

July 10th 2016

After a hard fought battle all of us who sided with Cap except for Steve and Bucky were taken to The Raft, a newly built prison especially for us. Wanda and I confined to straight jackets and power dampening collars. Barley able to move at all. The collars and jackets coming off of the two of you rarely. Then just like it was before the avengers suddenly they were testing the stone in your chest. Poking and prodding at it. They even tried to pull it out which the stone ended up hurting them when they tried it.

That is where Sam, Clint, Scott, Wanda, and yourself stayed for close to two months. Then finally on July 10th Steve and Natasha rescued you. As soon as Tasha took off your collar and jacket you hugged her finally having the ability to touch again.

"Fuck..." you buried your face into her neck. Running your hands up into her hair and just being able to touch someone again was a feeling you thought you’d never get to have again. It made you want to cry like a full blown sensory overload, but in the best possible way.

"You're okay, Y/N, you're safe," Natasha whispered, hugging you back. She lifted you ever so slightly off the ground. The weightlessness of it felt nice.

You looked up and saw Wanda being released by Steve. That's when Vision came in, letting you know that there wasn’t much time. Wanda ran to him, hugging him tightly. Just like that, with no more words between the two of you, you knew it was over, and your worst fear had come true. You looked away, re-burying yourself against Tasha as you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"Come on, Y/N, let's go. I have someone I want you to meet," Tasha told you. Tugging on you a bit, but you were more than willing to follow her at this moment. You knew there was no way you could look at Wanda without having a full breakdown and Vision? You might tear him to pieces if you stay here any longer, feeling the anger boil over at him for taking her from you. "We're going to a safe house together. We're going to lay low for a bit."

You didn't argue, but you did look back at Wanda, hoping she'd protest or say anything, do anything. But she didn't. Her hand easily slipped into Vision's as a tear rolled down your cheek. She didn’t look at you, the smile she used to give you was now directed at Vision.

"Let's go, Tasha. No need to stay here any longer," You said coldly, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. Once you were in your own vehicle and flying away, Tasha cloaked and put it onto autopilot, she pulled you into her and let you just cry. No words exchanged for a bit as she just rubbed your back.

"You deserve so much better. Did she even tell you it was over?" she asked. You shook your head.

“She just pushed me away.... I'm sorry I left you that day. I-" She put a finger to your lips. You shut up quick from that.

"No need for apologies, sweetie," You looked up at her and finally took in her new hair.

"Blonde... hmmm.." It was also shorter than the last time you’d seen her a few months ago. You could only wonder what she had gotten up to, but you could only assume she did it because she was in hiding.

"You don't like it, do you?" You shook your head a soft smile coming to your face.

"It's not that... I just prefer redheads," you mentioned with a shrug.

“Well I’ll grow it back out. No more blonde after this, okay?” Natasha asked as if your answer would be the end all of her dying her hair. You simply gave her a nod and moved back to your own seat.

“I still don’t know how to fly...or drive...” You spoke up making the blonde chuckle.

“You were being held captive for two months I wasn’t expecting you to learn.” Her voice had turned light and airy, a bit of laughter coming out. “Here sweetie flip that switch.” Natasha pointed to a switch on the dashboard which you did. “Good! So that turned off auto pilot. Now I’m going to show you how to actually keep this thing up in the air.”

Time Skip

May 2018

I was awoken by someone jumping on the bed, startling me awake. "Harley Adams wake up already! I'm going to have to leave soon and then who knows when you'll get to see this face again!" I hear Yelena's thick Russian accent and I smirk, a chuckle coming out of my lips as I reach out and grab her, pulling her into a tight hold she can't get out of without hurting her of course. She still tries though,

"Mmmm Teddy." I bury my face against her.

"No Y/F/N I'm not your Teddy. That is Natasha's job." Yelena protests, but still I hold her there until she stops and then when Natasha comes through the door I hear her laugh.

"I feel like it was really your own fault Lena." Tasha remarks. I hear her come over to me, peppering kisses on my cheek. "Let her go malen'kiy." I do as asked and release Yelena. Turning now to Natasha, bringing her into my vice grip,

"Mmm Teddy."

"It's time to get up malyshka." I groan at Tasha's reminder, but also release her and sit up. I rub my eyes and yawn.

"I don't want to." I state with a pout.

"I know, but we all have work to do. Yelena is going to be heading out to go save more Widows. You have to work at the office, and I get to stay here and take care of the house." Tasha reminds me and I look over at Yelena. She gives me a small smile. I know she doesn't want to leave us again.

"I'm sure you'll be back before any of us know it." I smile at Yelena, holding her hand. I let my thumb rub the back of her hand.

As Yelena's smile fades into a more somber expression, she squeezes my hand gently. "I hope so, Harley. But you know how unpredictable these missions can be." There's a hint of sadness in her voice, but also determination.

"I'll be counting the minutes until you're back," I assure her, giving her hand another reassuring squeeze before releasing it.

Natasha comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "You know she'll be safe out there. She's one of the best, just like you."

I lean into Natasha's touch, finding comfort in her presence. "I know, but I still worry," I admit softly.

"We all do," Natasha says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "But we trust her, just like she trusts us."

Yelena stands up from the bed, her expression turning more determined. "I better get going. There are lives to save."

I nod, giving her a small smile. "Take care of yourself out there, Yelena. And don't do anything reckless."

She grins back at me. "Wouldn't dream of it, Y/N." With that, she heads out of the room, leaving Natasha and me alone.

Natasha turns to me, her gaze softening. "Ready to face the day, malyshka?"

I sigh, but nod. "Yeah, let's do this."

Together, we get up from the bed and start getting ready for the day ahead, knowing that no matter what challenges come our way, we'll face them together as a family.

May 30th 2018

As you go through the days at the office you’re constantly reminded of your old life that for the time you've left behind. You know it's been two years, but you could never let go of that lingering feeling that something was always around the corner for you. Everything felt quiet too quiet as you listened to a patient talk to you about how their new meds are doing. How they're helping them with their episodes and I smile. Remembering that this is all you’ve ever wanted. Just to help people like this. Yet now? It didn’t feel like it was what you wanted. You missed the action. You missed saving people. You missed Avenging.

"This was a good session Jean. We'll set up another appointment for next week okay? Just let her know at the desk." You smile as she exits and you let out a breath as you slump back in your chair.

Your chest, more specifically your stone, seizes up, as you clutch at your chest struggling to breath for a moment before it passes. Recently it's been doing that. These random bursts of seizing coming from your stone and you couldn’t figure it out. It had never done anything like this in all the years since it decided your chest was it’s new home.

As you finish up for the day you head to your car and head home. Taking out your key and turning it in the lock. As you drop your keys in the bowl by the door and start taking off your flats your chest once again seizes up. "Tasha!" You call out, your voice strained to make it’s way out. You hear Tasha's steps along with a heavier pair. You look up through pain filled eyes to find Steve. As you struggle for a moment to breath, you lean against Tasha.

"What's wrong Malyshka?" She asks worry etched on her face.

"First Vision and now you..." Steve says under his breath as you regain your ability to breath you take in a deep breath.

"What do you mean first Vision?" You hadn't thought about him or Wanda in a long time.

"His stone has been hurting him. He's been with Wanda the past few days and Wanda let me know about it." you bite your tongue until you taste metal.

"Do we know why?" Steve shook his head. That wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear.

"I came here to grab you two so we could head over to Scotland. The two haven't communicated in a few days." You feel your chest tighten, but it's not the stone this time.

"Will you be okay Harley?" Steve asks and you nod. The ability to talk felt foreign when it came to seeing Wanda again. Facing something you’ve run from for years. Though words bubble up to the surface like water boiling over,

"Oh yeah...yeah I mean it's been two years and we ended on shit terms so yeah I'm totally looking forward to seeing my ex and her current synthizoid." You don't even give him the satisfaction of being a boyfriend. That would mean that he'd have to actually be human. You push past both of them. "I'm taking a shower before we leave." You say without letting either of them say anything.

As you step into the shower, the hot water cascading over you, you let out a shaky breath. The memories flood back, unwanted but unavoidable. Thoughts of Wanda, of Vision, of everything the two of you had been through together and how it all fell apart. You can feel the pain in your chest, not just from the physical discomfort, but from the emotional turmoil stirring within you.

Closing your eyes, you try to push the memories away, to focus on the present moment. But they linger, stubborn and persistent, like shadows creeping in the corners of your mind. You can't shake the feeling of regret, of wishing things had turned out differently.

As you wash away the day's stress and tension, you try to find some semblance of peace within yourself. But it's elusive, slipping through your fingers like water, leaving you feeling hollow and empty.

When you step out of the shower, you find Tasha waiting for you, concern etched on her face. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asks softly, reaching out to touch your arm.

You force a smile, trying to push aside the turmoil raging inside of you. "Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, though even you can hear the falseness in your voice.

Tasha gives you a knowing look, her eyes filled with empathy. "You don't have to pretend with me, Y/N/N. I know it's not easy."

You sigh, letting your guard down for a moment. "I just... I don't know how to face them, Tasha. After everything that happened..."

She pulls you into a comforting hug, holding you close. "You don't have to face them alone, Y/N. We'll get through this together, just like we always do."

"Why do you put up with me?" You ask standing in front of her, dripping from your shower. She gives a soft smile, grabbing your towel and helping you dry off.

"I love you. That's why." You sigh.

"But I..."

"You're still caught up on her? I know."

"So how can you love me? Why put up with me? Why me Tasha? We've got a 10 year age differ-" She cuts you off by pulling you into her lap and kissing you.

"Stop. Don't do that to yourself. You don't deserve it. I love every little bit of you. Especially that you still hold feelings for her." She tells you and you can’t fathom why that could be a reason to keep loving you when you couldn’t fully give yourself over.

"Why?"

"You've been through so much and yet you still keep your heart." Tasha stops a moment. "My mother asked me, 'how I kept my heart even through everything' do you know what I told her?" You shake your head, droplets of water flying, hitting various objects including Tasha.

"You. You showed me what it meant to always keep your heart through everything. You always had the answers. Every conversation we had you always had the answers. You always knew what to say, what I needed to hear. You always reminded me of the good. It was all you. So I'm going to love you at your highest of highs and your lowest lows. Your moments of jealousy when a girl looks my way, your angry outbursts, the bar fights you start with the guys when they squeeze my ass. I know you love me just as deeply as you do her. I don't ever question it, even though I know you still love her, you hold me in just as high of a regard." Tears are streaming down your cheeks.

"I didn't ask for a whole therapy session Tash..." You go to rub your eyes, but she stops you, brushing her thumbs at first and then she leans in and licks your tears.

"What can I say? I love seeing you cry Malyshka. Though usually out of desperation from edging-" You cover her mouth.

"Shhh Steve is gonna hear." You whisper. She smiles and laughs against your hands.

"Let's get you dressed and head out. We're going to Scotland and then hopefully back to the compound. I'm leaving Lena a note on where to find us." You nod and move off her getting ready to face being a superhero again.

As Tasha helps you get dressed, her words linger in your mind, comforting and reassuring you in a way you hadn't expected. Despite your lingering feelings for Wanda, Tasha's unwavering love and support fill you with a sense of gratitude and warmth.

"Thank you, Tash," you say softly, meeting her gaze with a mixture of affection and vulnerability.

She smiles, brushing a stray strand of wet hair away from my face. "Always, Harley. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With her by my side, I feel a renewed sense of strength and determination. Whatever challenges lie ahead, I know that together we can face them, just as we always have.

As you prepare to leave for Scotland, you take a moment to appreciate the depth of Tasha's love for you, feeling grateful for the unwavering support she provides, even in the face of your own uncertainties and insecurities.

With Tasha's hand in yours, you step forward, ready to face whatever the future may hold, knowing that as long as you have each other, you can overcome anything.

When you get to Scotland Wanda and Vision are in a heated battle between two alien beings. Vision is hurt and Wanda is by his side. You push your feelings aside when you see them coming at Wanda, rushing in and using more power than you had in a while as you use a bit more than expected and the bigger one goes flying backwards. Fumbling back through the building you found yourself in, coughing up something akin to blood you could only assume.

"Don't. Touch." Your possessive nature takes over. As you kick off of your feet the ground beneath them breaks away, sending you flying forward to the smaller one. "Run." You say a wicked look in your eyes and when he doesn't you grab his neck, lifting, squeezing as you watch him struggle. "You two hurt something I hold close and for that," You tighten your grip before throwing him like a baseball player would a ball. Sending him flying into the other alien creature before they beamed themselves back up. A low growl coming out of you, breathing heavily as you turn back. Tasha and Steve helping out Vision as you go over to Wanda.

"Are you okay?" You ask, worry in your voice.

"I'm fine." Her voice is cold. Her accent mostly faded away. You simply nod.

"Vision. I heard your stone is bothering you as well?" He's clutching at his side; you take notice that it’s torn open.

"Yes it seems it had something to do with those two." He tells you, his voice a little strained.

"Well lets hope so because I'd like to keep breathing." You tell him and Wanda.

"You weren't breathing!?" Wanda finally has some worry to her voice.

"Yes when my stone reacted to them. It would clench around my lungs. Remember me saying that? The stone has tendrils around my heart and lungs. So every reaction I'd struggle to breath." You explain and you see the emotions swirling, bubbling up to the surface on Wanda. You look away. "Let's go." You take Tasha's hand and go to the Quinjet while Sam and Steve help Vision to the jet.

In the Quinjet, the tension is palpable as you make our way back to the compound. Wanda's worry for you is evident, but the emotional distance between the two of you remains, a reminder of the unresolved feelings lingering from your past.

Tasha squeezes your hand reassuringly, silently offering her support. You appreciate the comfort she provides, grounding you in the present moment. As the jet soars through the sky, you can't help but reflect on the complexities of your relationships and the challenges that lie ahead.

Arriving at the compound, you assist Vision in getting the medical attention he needs. Wanda's concern for him is evident, and you can't help but notice the subtle shifts in her emotions. The air is thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions.

Later, as you sit with Tasha in the quiet of your shared space, you can't shake the heaviness in your chest. The events in Scotland have stirred up old wounds and exposed the fragility of the connections you once shared.

"Tasha," You begin, your voice hesitant. "I don't know how to navigate this. The past, the feelings. It's all so complicated."

She looks at you with understanding in her eyes, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Y/N, we'll figure it out together. We always do."

In her comforting presence, you find solace. The complexities of your emotions may linger, but for now, you are grateful for the anchor Tasha provides in the storm of uncertainty.

Tasha tilts your chin up to meet her, she leans in and gives you a full kiss. Your hand reaching up to cup her cheek as you slowly move against each other. Its a kiss full of love and passion and you almost don't notice Wanda storm off then Natasha smiles against your lips, pulling away from them to whisper in your ear. "I think she still likes you." You smile and push Tasha playfully.

"You think so?" You reply, a hint of amusement in your voice as you glance in the direction Wanda had stormed off.

Tasha nods, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I know so," she teases, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

You shake your head in disbelief, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside of you. Despite the complications of your past, the lingering feelings between Wanda and you are undeniable. But in this moment, with Tasha by your side, you can't deny the warmth and comfort her presence brings.

Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss against Tasha's lips, silently thanking her for her understanding and unwavering support. Whatever the future holds, you know that with Tasha, you are not alone. Together, you'll navigate the complexities of your relationships and find your way forward, one step at a time.

"I think I should finally be an adult and actually try to talk with her." You say to Tasha standing up. She offers you a smile and a reassuring squeeze to your hand as you go off looking for where Wanda went. You find her in one of the small rooms on the jet.

"Hey can we talk?" You ask, leaning on the frame of the door.

"I don't really have anything to say to you." She snaps.

"Well I do so just listen." You say moving into the room, closing the door behind you. There isn't much room in here and you’d rather not sit next to her on the small cot so you opt for squatting down in front of her. Sitting flat on your feet and holding your knees to your chest. "When everything between us started I was only 19 and you were the first person I ever truly let in. When I was going to school that's all I focused on. So you were my first everything and I may be smart, but I did a lot of stupid things in our relationship Wands. I was overly jealous in all my actions and I accused you of things that weren't true because I was insecure. I had my own mental health problems that I pushed to the side and by doing so I threw them at you. I was still a kid and I acted like one. Instead of talking things through I yelled and screamed at you which wasn't fair to you." You take in a deep shaky breath. "Tasha told me that Tony purposefully separated us during the accords. It's why Tasha took me with her. I wanted to make it clear that back then I didn't cheat on you. I'm not that type of person. It wasn't until after we were rescued and I saw you with Vision that I did anything with Tasha." You explain, looking up at her.

As you pour your heart out to Wanda, you can feel the weight of your words hanging in the air between us. She listens silently, her expression unreadable as she processes everything you've said. You hold her gaze, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.

"I know I hurt you, Wands," You continue, your voice softening with sincerity. "And I'm sorry for that. I've had a lot of time to reflect on my actions and the mistakes I made. I just want you to know that I've grown since then. I've learned from my past and I'm trying to be a better person."

Wanda remains silent for a moment, her eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. Finally, she speaks, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I appreciate you being honest with me, but it's not just about what happened in the past. It's about trust and moving forward."

You nod, understanding her perspective. "I know rebuilding trust takes time, Wanda. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn yours back. I just want the chance to prove that I've changed."

She sighs, her gaze softening slightly. "I'll need some time to think about everything you've said."

"That's all I ask," You reply, offering her a small smile. "Thank you for listening, Wands."

As you stand up to leave, you feel a glimmer of hope flicker within you. Despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead, you’re grateful for the opportunity to finally address the lingering tensions between you. And with time, you’re hopeful that the two of you can find a way to heal and move forward, whether together or apart.

You make your way back to Tasha, settling into her lap, wrapping yourself up into her. "How did it go?" She asks.

"Probably about as good as I could hope. Said she needed time to think. Said we need to rebuild our trust and all that." You tell her, feeling Tasha's lips on the top of your head before her fingers run through your hair.

"Good. I'm glad you finally got to say your peace to her. Watching you struggle with it for the past two years was hurting me." Tasha tells you. "Seeing you hurt, hurts me. I just want what's best for you and I want you happy." You smile against her neck.

"I want the same for you Tasha."

As Tasha holds you close, her comforting presence enveloping you, you can’t help, but feel a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you. Despite the complexities of your past with Wanda, You’re grateful to have Tasha by your side, offering unwavering support and understanding.

"I'm lucky to have you, Tasha," you murmur, nuzzling closer to her. "You've been my rock through all of this."

"And you've been mine," she replies softly, her arms tightening around you. "We'll get through this together, Y/N. Whatever happens, I'll be here for you."

You lean up to press a tender kiss to her lips, feeling a surge of affection and appreciation for the woman who has stood by you through thick and thin. In that moment, you’re filled with a sense of hope and determination, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, as long as you have each other, you can overcome them.

[undead-supernova]

make me thaw / Masterlist

pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader

plot: Steve has to house sit for his parents and has to resist the urge to call you to come over

warnings: not just having mommy or daddy issues (it's that secret third option!), intimacy issues, angst/comfort, pronouns never mentioned

wc: 1.8k

song inspo: I Wouldn't Ask You by Clairo

note: this isn't like any big thing, but I thought the little concept was interesting. anyways, have some angsty Steve

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to call.

There are just certain things that one must experience alone, things that are just too complicated for someone else to truly understand. Things that someone can’t articulate, so why even bother trying at all?

Or, at least, that’s what Steve had thought his whole life.

Because Steve hated his parents. No, it was something that extended past hate. Steve loathed them. He loathed the way they waved their hands around in dismissal. Loathed the way they came in and out at their leisure, only asking how he was when they felt rather obligated. Loathed his mother’s negligence, his father’s absence.

The thing he loathed the most was how much he truly loved them.

But they weren’t even here.

No, they were in Sicily. Another one of their infamous arguments ensued when his mother found love letters from another woman in his nightstand. And instead of trying to deny it this time, his father decided to take his mother on a nice vacation. Some sightseeing, fancy dining. 

Nothing said ��I’m sorry for cheating on you for the sixth time” like a three-hundred-dollar bottle of wine next to the Mediterranean Sea.  

So he was called to house sit for a few days, making sure their cat was fed—the one obtained after the fourth "mistake".

Steve wanted to tell them to fuck off and that they could call literally anyone else. But his father offered him a good amount of cash, way more than Family Video was giving him and he just…caved. Couldn’t look his father in the eye when he was told that part of the deal was to never tell anyone about his infidelity. Keep his mouth shut, especially to that little plaything of his.

He looked around his childhood bedroom, feeling a weight beginning to push him further into the mattress. Frames that once held his awards now hugged paintings of Mr. Harrington's favorite vacation spots. Carpet now ripped out in exchange for hardwood flooring. Walls coated in a new shade of off-white. Potpourri sitting on a new dresser to mask his scent. Boxes of his stuff sitting idle in the attic.

And maybe it was a byproduct of hunting monsters and evil spies, but Steve thought the house was haunted. If not haunted, then haunting.

And he could’ve fooled himself into believing he heard echoes of his parents arguing downstairs. Even in the dead quiet. Even in the midnight hour when the rest of Hawkins was lulling in and out of slumber.

It was freezing cold in here, colder than it’d been before—even in the dead of winter. A sweatshirt, thick sweatpants, and fuzzy socks weren’t even enough. Nothing was enough.

Steve didn’t know why, but he thought of you. Thought about how you’d never actually been in this house. You were a more recent friend, a more recent something or other. A friend that he appreciated, a friend that he was too terrified to entertain as anything more than just a friend.

And, sure, you were a friend that he’d tried to introduce to his parents. For whatever reason. But when you walked into the foyer and introduced yourself to Mr. Harrington, he took one look at you, snorted, and walked away. You’d turned back, resigning to sitting by the pool, wondering out loud what made you so laughable. 

Steve had tried to comfort you, tried to explain that his dad was just a prick. He hated everyone that didn’t look or act or dress just like him. His dad called it weakness.

And Steve was the weakest of them all. 

His knees had brushed yours and his lips trembled as you nearly made what he told himself was a mistake. In that moment, he almost let everything go, had almost let himself wake up to the idea of something new. 

But instead, he shook his head and stood up. Walked away. Stood by the car and waited for you to get the hint and follow him. Blamed the rudeness on wanting to get to your shared shift on time. Let the car fill with The Psychedelic Furs and deprived it of conversation.

Because, just like this house, Steve was cold.

After everything with the Upside Down, something he swore he’d never think of again, Steve retreated into himself. Sure, he was still running around with Robin, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Erica. But those were just things now. Low stakes. 

He didn’t have to let himself find new ways to break his heart. He didn’t have to put you in any compromising position when he could just stay silent.

And that’s why he didn’t call.

Clink.

Steve’s attention diverted towards the window.

Clink.

Clink.

Without so much as a flinch, Steve sighed and made his way over. He half expected a new monster to appear, an added cherry on top of his loathing.

But as he peered out, he spotted you with your arm pulled back, ready to launch another acorn. The reflection of the pool lights shone off of your smile that only widened as you noticed him.

Eyebrows furrowing, he quickly lifted the windowsill.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, leaning out.

“Came to hang.”

“Could you not use the front door?”

Tilting your head in confusion, you said, “I’ve been knocking for the last five minutes.”

“Oh.”

“Are you gonna let me in or what?”

Steve watched you unzip your beat up backpack, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He felt bad that he hadn’t spoken much since he let you in, but you didn’t seem to mind.

He sat up against his headboard, arms crossed as he stretched his legs. You were on the other side of him, cross-legged. Not close enough to accidentally touch, but not so far away that you couldn’t be there if he needed you.

But he didn’t need anyone.

You pulled out a large thermos, gesturing towards it as if you were presenting him with an award.

“I give you…ginger tea,” you said, imitating an announcer. 

“You could’ve just brought the bags. We have a kettle.”

“That’s no fun.”

Despite his comment, he took the thermos from you. Warm, was his first thought followed by, Thank you.

But he said nothing, opting instead to drink the tea. 

What was there for him to say? Steve was elsewhere, lost in his head in ways that he couldn’t decipher.

“Robin and I missed you at closing tonight.”

And you were here, offering him some relief that he didn’t want to feel. He didn’t need it.

“Is that why you came?” he asked.

You shook your head, going back to rummaging around your bag. “I was thinking about how shitty your parents have been and how uncomfortable it must be to just sit in an empty house.”

Here you were, caring. And for whatever reason, he couldn’t stand it.

“It’s not like I haven’t been doing that my whole life.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “but that doesn’t make it any easier when you find a real family and then have to come back and sit with what used to be your reality.”

“You don’t need to take care of me.”

“Sure I do,” you said simply. 

Like it was a no brainer.

Steve shook his head, wanting the thought of an us to leave his head.

“Life isn’t fair,” he stated, watching as your face began to fall. “And…and this is just the life I was given, you know? And everything that came after that—all the pain, all the bullshit—it’s just…”

Steve trailed off, unsure where to go from there. Unsure where the words were supposed to fall.

Until it came.

“My parents suck. They have no real relationship. I don’t even know why they stay together. And they think that what they have with me is family. Maybe that’s what they were brought up with. I don’t know. But that’s…that’s not it.”

“And knowing that gets frustrating,” you stated, fingers reaching out toward him.

Your hand rested on his knee, the warmth matching that of the thermos. Trying to diffuse his anger, trying to unveil what was hidden.

“Love doesn’t last,” he whispered.

“I don’t think you really believe that.”

Your fingers ran against his knuckles, seemingly soothing him. But there was that hardness in his chest, the kind of protection that couldn’t be torn down so easily.

Even if you were getting good at it.

“What are we, then?” Steve asked suddenly, nearly sounding defensive.

He thought you’d pause. Thought you’d pull your hand away. Anything. But you didn’t flinch, didn’t miss a beat while continuing your absentminded pattern.

“We’re best friends,” you said with a shrug. “Mixed with a hint of something extra.”

“Doesn’t that just complicate things?”

You glanced up. “Not for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you like me back.”

Steve paused, unsure of what to say to you. Unsure of what to think about this conversation. It was supposed to be awkward, right? This wasn’t supposed to feel comfortable.

But it did.

“I don’t understand.”

“The things you’ve been through the last however many years. Your parents,” you explained. “Of course you don’t want to risk falling for someone else or give your heart away. How could you when your own parents can’t even recognize that they have hearts?”

Steve watched you, nearly begging you to be anything besides understanding. Anything besides caring.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you continued. “I just know. I mean, I suspected for a while. But we almost kissed that day. You know, after your dad laughed at me?” He nodded. “I just knew it was a matter of time and…I decided not to push it unless you said something.”

“I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to switch it on anytime soon,” he explained, solemn as he looked back over at the empty thermos. “If I could just kiss you and, I don’t know, make everything magically reappear, I would. But…” he trailed, sighing before his eyes met yours again. “I just can’t.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” you replied, eyes trained on your hands. “I’m willing to wait until you’re ready.”

“But I’m just like my shitty parents,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m like ice.”

You shrugged. “Well, ice thaws.”

Steve watched you, watched the way your eyes stayed put on his hand. Watched as you stayed like that, all hopeful and at peace in his room. Perfectly content with the idea of waiting. Not rushing, not arguing.

He thought of his parents, how he’d never seen them engage in physical affection; intimacy. How they could never just have a civil conversation about their emotions. How they could never admit the truth without having to pay a toll.

There was nothing between them that mirrored this.

And maybe Steve was starting to understand what you meant.

[bleedingoptimism]

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 

𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 

Robin laughs as she stares fondly at her friends. It’s been a slow day at Family Video, with people deeming it too hot outside to be locked up watching movies.

Except for Eddie, who showed up early in the afternoon but then never actually left because the AC was having a good day, and since it was nice inside the store, he decided to stay with them until the sun was a little less punishing.

She’s listening to Eddie explain to Steve why it's imperative he reads The Hobbit instead of just watching the 1977 movie, like Dustin suggested, saying he needs the whole experience to really appreciate it.

Steve is giggling, like actually giggling right now, looking intently at him as Eddie talks and gestures and openly flirts with him. 

And as Robin is watching them something suddenly clicks for her and she thinks ‘oh shit’.

She carefully inspects the way her best friend gazes at Eddie, the way he tilts his head, looking confused but flustered at the same time whenever Eddie leans his head towards him, smiling and lifting his eyebrows suggestively.

When Eddie finally leaves half an hour before closing time Steve sighs and smiles like a dingus at the door for 30 seconds after, and Robin wonders why hasn’t he told her about it but then she realizes maybe he doesn't know.

“Steve…” she starts, trying to figure out the best way to ask this, “you’d tell me if you really liked someone right? Really liked them? You’d tell me, right?”

Steve looks at her confused for a second before understanding dawns on him and he looks self-conscious, so Robin keeps talking,

“You’re my other half, we tell each other everything,” She tries not to sound crushed because judging by his reaction Steve knows exactly what she’s talking about and he didn't trust her with this secret, but she fails spectacularly to keep her voice steady. 

Steve looks at her, his face morphs from guilt to sorrow and his eyes are suddenly glassy, he blinks and a tear falls down his cheek. And Robin freaks the fuck out.

“Wow, wow, wow, wow, it's okay, it's okay.”

She hugs him, crushes him against her, and puts his head on her shoulder, one hand stays on his hair, while the other draws little circles at the center of his back in soothing motions.

Steve breathes deeply and calms down, he doesn’t start crying but it comes close. 

“I’m so sorry,” he tells her, lifting his head to look at her. Robin doesn't say anything, just hums, wiping that lonely tear off his cheek.

“I should have told you.”

“Yes, you should’ve,” she says not unkindly. “I’d tell you I get why you didn’t, but, it’s me. It’s us,” she grabs his shoulders and squeezes. “You should’ve told me so I could be there for you.”

“I was scared. I am scared. I'm scared saying out loud will make it real.”

Robin drops her hands from his shoulders all the way to his hands and takes them. “I know, but,” she sighs and smiles at him moving his hands with hers from side to side.

“When I told you about me it was scary, yes. But it also felt good! Like, a weight I didn't know I had been carrying all my life was lifted, and you made me feel safe that day and every day after.”

He smiles shyly at her, and she keeps talking. “When we talk about girls and you ask for my opinion and we joke about it and stuff, you make me feel loved and like there’s nothing wrong with me.” 

Her voice breaks out of nowhere and Steve hugs her again, and this time he doesn't let go.

Robin puts her chin on his shoulder and slowly sways them from side to side. “This might be shitty of me, but I'm actually excited I get to be here for you too.”

Steve laughs brokenly and whispers, “Yeah?”

She breaks their hug and nods at him, smiling. Steve sighs again, smiling sadly back at her,

“I’m sorry I didn't say something sooner.”

“It's okay. I’m sorry I pushed.” 

Steve smiles again, contentedly this time but something flashes through his eyes as he frowns going back to looking scared,

“Am I really that obvious?”

“Not really,” she lies, “It’s just cause I know you so well.” 

He looks so relieved she feels bad about her little white lie so she amends, “Anyways, you are not more obvious than him, that’s for sure.”

“What?!”

𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱

part 1: ❤️

part 2: 🧡

part 3: 💛 

part 4: 💚

part 5: 💙

part 6: 💜

part 7: 💗

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[stvharrngton]

kinktober: day twenty

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: dom/sub dynamic

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, unprotected p in v, mommy kink sprinkled in (i forget who asked for this but i hope u enjoy!) sub!steve, dom!reader

word count: 0.8k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brook @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray @jjmaybankswifes-blog

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Steve was submissive at heart.

Always seen as the dominant one in your relationship, behind closed doors it was a much different story. He loved to be bossed around, to be dominated, to be the one who got to come undone beneath you.

So when you pushed him down on the bed, cock stiff and head dizzy, he could only submit gleefully. You sunk down on his cock, taking him in until he was buried deep inside your warm, wet pussy. You started off slow, rocking your hips in a teasing motion, your hands pressed against Steve’s firm chest.

“I wanna touch you, please?” Steve asked timidly, voice shaky as his lashes fluttered up at you. Knowing better than to do without asking.

“Go ‘head, baby.” you muttered as Steve snaked his arms around your waist, his hands landing on your ass. Large palms holding the globes, fingers digging into the flesh as you rocked over him.

It got to the point where the soft and gentle wasn’t enough for you, craving the fucked out look on Steve’s face that no one else got to see. You began to roll your hips faster, harsher over Steve’s cock, dragging your cunt over him until he almost slipped out, only to slam yourself back on him right down to the base again.

“Cock feels so good, Stevie,” you hummed, “so big inside my tiny little pussy, stretching me out so wide.”

Steve could only moan out at your words, your voice sultry like velvet, your dirty words going straight to his cock. You felt so good around him, your walls hugging his length just right as you rode him. Your ass bouncing on his cock, his fingers gripped your skin so tightly, his toes curling behind you.

“Gonna tell me how good this pussy feels? Come on, Stevie, be a good boy f’me?” 

Steve was a mess below you, his muscles contracting with every snap of your hips. High pitched whines trembling from his lips with every bounce of your ass. The poor boy could barely mumble out a response, mind lost to your pussy, voice nonexistent as he opened his mouth to speak.

He hated to disappoint you, hated the way the look on your face soured. How it turned from one of pleasure, features soft, to one of indignation. But Steve couldn’t help it, couldn’t help how you turned his mind to jelly, couldn’t help how you fucked every thought out of his brain.

So you sped up, moving your hips in a dirty grind along his cock, the tip hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You took his hands from your ass and lifted them above his head, your hands holding them in place at his wrists. You towered over the boy now as you fucked him, your tits bouncing in his face.

“Thought you liked being told what to do, Stevie, thought you liked being a good boy.” You questioned, watching him carefully as his eyes rolled back, his jaw slack, “Good boys who don’t do what they’re told get punished.”

The whimper that came from Steve’s mouth was so sweet, so innocent as his big brown eyes blinked up at you in disbelief, almost. He stuttered and stumbled over his words before he was able to squeak out a response.

“Please, fuck, baby–” he cried, your hips never stopping, your ass still bouncing on his cock, “pleasepleaseplease, I’m good, I’ll be good. I promise, shit–”

You cooed down at him, a smirk painting tugging at your lips playfully. You let your free hand travel to his neck, your fingers wrapping lightly around the column of his throat, not squeezing, just holding them there. “Yeah? You gonna be good whilst I fuck myself nice and good, hm? Milk your cock for everything it’s worth, yeah Stevie?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” he moaned, his fingers curling in on themselves, his eyes pleading with you, “I’ll be so fuckin’ good for you.”

“For who, Harrington?” You asked.

It was a simple question and Steve knew exactly what you wanted. To hear one particular word slip from his mouth in a muffled groan, a word that excited you like no other. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, it came out as a strangled whine, “For you, Mommy! Fuck, for you.”

You hummed in reply as you loosened your grip on Steve’s wrists, “That’s right, good boy.” The utterance of your name went straight to your cunt, your pussy soaking Steve’s cock completely, your nipples hard and your own orgasm moments away.

“Oh, fuck, ‘m gonna–” Steve cut himself off with a moan, “‘m gonna cum. Can I cum, Mommy, please? Need to cum so bad, pleasepleaseplease, Mommy.”

Steve’s incessant begging softened your demeanour, your tough persona faltering as you gave in. Urging the boy to cum with your instruction, your hips rocking hard and fast against him now, feeling your own orgasm roll throughout your body. You both came with loud moans and groans, words of praise hushed from your lips.

[intothedysphoria]

Because Neil was an abusive bellend, which we all know, Billy was never able to celebrate his birthday between the ages of 7 to 18. And before that it still felt overshadowed by the presence of Neil looming over him.

His eighteenth was a little bit different.

He’d been dating Steve for almost three months and things had been going very well, considering a month before they’d gotten together they’d beat the shit out of each other. The only thing was is that Steve INSISTED on knowing his birthday. He was a giving sort, always wanting to do something special.

Billy told him he didn’t do birthdays, never had never would. Steve grumbled something like “We’ll see about that.”

It was a nice day for March, shit compared to California but it was the best Hawkins was going to get. Neil had pissed off somewhere. Probably the best present he was going to get.

And of course Harrington fucking turned up on his doorstep at 6AM. Susan was still asleep. Max should have still been asleep but neither of them had slept a whole night in a while. More surprisingly, she was dressed and not in some shirt she’d borrowed from Billy that was too big for her.

Of course Max had told Steve his birthday. The little fucker.

Morning was surprisingly ok. Steve let him drive the Camaro as fast as he wanted, despite previous insistences that it was “a fucking death trap Hargrove.” They had pizza which Billy hadn’t had since the move. It was nice. Peaceful.

Then noon hit and Steve dragged him to the Byers. Not his mansion of a place. The Byers. The place that had almost been taken over by aliens. Romantic.

Joyce Byers opened the door, wearing a party hat. Billy briefly considered faking amnesia. No Mrs Byers, I don’t know who you are. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience caused. Bye then.

But he loved Steve and honestly, Joyce reminded him of a slightly more dishevelled version of his mom.

Most of the balloons seemed to be Bar Mitzvah themed, which was later explained to be because Will had recently had his and those were the only balloons in the house. Both Jonathan and Will were there. El, who still kind of terrified him. Max, somehow. Henderson. Sinclair. Mike Wheeler (ugh). And for some reason, Hopper.

Begrudgingly, Billy had to admit that it was fun. They had a water balloon fight, Billy got to pick all the music, he actually got given his own cake and Joyce gave him a mom hug, which may have made him cry.

Hopper tried to talk to him, which was slightly awkward considering he was well aware of Billy’s view on cops. Still, he was alright for a pig.

And then there was Steve. His genuine, sweet boyfriend who’d obviously came up with this whole thing. They held hands under the table like twelve year olds when the cake came out.

He’d had worse birthdays.

[fanfic-scribbles]

Dinner Date Chapter 38

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 38: The Leaving-for-Now Song

Chapter Summary: It’s not forever. It’s probably not even for very long, all told. But it will be a change.

Chapter Word Count: 1896

A/N: <3

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On Friday, I was expecting to see Steve later on. However, I wasn’t expecting him to text me in the early afternoon, asking me if I could come to his place instead of having him come over to mine. I was willing to roll with it– we had been using my place a lot, and his apartment was nice. It could be good to switch things up.

Steve: Great! Steve: I’ll make sure the food gets here just before you :)

Some hours later, when I arrived, there was indeed food.

And people.

Just Sam, Natasha, and Clint, but it caught me off-guard enough that I literally stopped just in the doorway, and drew attention for doing so. “Theoretically I know Steve has a social life,” I said, shutting the door and kicking off my shoes, “–But it’s still weird to actually see.”

“I have more friends than you,” Steve said as he walked over to me.

“Don’t put that bar down where anyone can trip over it,” I said, but I opened my arms and made ‘gimme’ motions with my hands. He obliged, and came in for a hug and kiss.

“EEEEWWWW,” Clint said, loudly but without any real inflection. Natasha smacked him upside the back of the head, and Sam rolled his eyes and relaxed into his chair.

“I’m gonna steal your pizza for that,” I said and made a half-hearted swipe at Clint’s plate. He immediately dragged it close, and shot Steve a warning glare lest he try the same.

“You are such a food thief,” Clint said and took a defiant bite. With big open chews. Talk about ‘eeeewwww.’ “Don’t think I don’t remember what you did to my nachos.”

“I’m helpful when it comes to food,” I said and patted my belly. “I sacrifice my waistline for the sake of yours.”

“At last, Cap’s true body secret is revealed,” Sam said.

“Nah,” Steve said, handing me a plate of food and a drink. “I taught her everything she knows.”

I actually had to stop and think about that. Had I stolen food as much before him? I couldn’t remember, but I did know that plate swipe I had done for the nachos was absolutely something Steve had done to me. “Oh my god you did. You bastard.”

Steve flashed me a grin and easily moved away from the half-hearted kick I aimed at him. He did not get so lucky when walking past Natasha though– and she got him right in the shin. His jump was almost a prance.

“Ow! Fuck, Nat, what was that for?” Steve said, plopping down on the other end of the couch.

“Hoes before bros,” she intoned flatly. “Or something. Also, it was funny.”

“It was really funny,” I agreed, and went to sit in between them. When she stole a really good piece of cheese from one of my slices, I didn’t even bitch about it.

I tried not to think too hard, but Steve’s random invitation, that specifically Natasha, Clint, and Sam were here– it felt like a goodbye party.

Being held by the people who were saying goodbye.

As the night went on, I focused my attention on trying not to let my mood slip too far. Or at least, not let it show. I wanted to have a good time with my friends, with Steve– and I did. I did have a good time. And it was okay. They weren’t leaving forever, and it was stupid to be upset in advance. Right?

Hours later, Sam stretched and groaned. “I should go before I pass out right here,” he said. It was late after a long work day, and I was a little hazy, but I was trying to stay as awake and alert as I could. Still, Sam’s words stirred me even more.

Natasha and Clint made sounds of agreement and then it all came crashing back– because Steve’s friends were my friends too, and they were going– and I was going to miss them too.

Sam hugged me, and I hugged back, tight. He gave me a good squeeze, and as he pulled away, he held my shoulder. “Don’t you worry,” he said firmly, saying it without…saying it.

“I’ll do my best,” I said. “Be safe.”

He looked contemplative and tilted his other hand from side-to-side, and I smacked his arm, only earning a grin in return. Then there was Clint, who only did a solid hand-to-forearm grab, which was actually a nice amount of contact, but then there was Natasha, and I wasn’t sure what to do.

She opened one arm and I mirrored her half-hug. That was brief, but nice. “We’ll be fine,” she said. She gave me a stern look. “Don’t stress.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem,” I said flippantly and waved my hand likewise. Then there was a sudden, agonizing pain in my shin. “Ow fuck!” I hissed and immediately fell back on the couch, holding my leg. For all the good it did me– it was like hitting the spot next to my elbow in just the wrong way. I sucked in a breath and let it out in a hiss. “Is that your fucking signature move?!”

“Now you and Steve can have matching limps.” She walked over to the door and stopped. “Don’t miss me too much!” she said sweetly before leaving.

“Fucking mission accomplished!” I called after her, and Clint laughed as he and Sam followed. I almost called her a name, but then thought better of it– she could still get at me. I soothed my poor shin, and my nerves, while Steve finished saying goodbye at the door, and when he shut it, I let out a sigh and collapsed fully. “I hope that’s a move she uses on Hydra,” I said. “That hurts like a bitch.”

“It really does,” Steve said as he came back to me. He started rubbing that part of my leg. I succumbed to the urgent need to wrap my arms around him, though, and his head ended up just above my chest.

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining,” Steve said. “But we can get comfier, if you’d like.”

I would like. I would have liked a lot of things. But mostly, I just didn’t want to let go. Finally, even with my throat closing up, I managed to speak. “I thought the person staying was supposed to throw the party.”

Steve stopped, then pulled against me. Because I couldn’t really control my arms, he ended up having to pry himself away– but it was just so he could sit up, and when he pulled me into his lap I didn’t protest; I just went back to holding him, and he held me too, arms enveloping me in a way I was going to miss greatly.

“I’ll be back more than you think,” he said gently. “There’s still the Avengers, and I have to check in regularly with SHIELD. And there’s no guarantee Bucky won’t decide to randomly show up after a few weeks.”

That felt like too much to hope for, when Bucky had been through yet another traumatizing event that had probably ended up with him burrowing down into the most remote bolthole in the world, but I realized I hadn’t actually thought about any of it– how often Steve would be back, or even in contact. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I know it’s not forever, and I do want you to go, and I don’t want you to go with me crying like a bitch, but I– I just– I feel–” I flailed for words and hit none. “I just feel.” I dropped my head to his shoulder. “And it fucking sucks.”

“Feelings are the worst,” Steve agreed with a chuckle. He scooted, and stood with me in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”

I gripped his shoulder. “I’m not that tired.”

“Good,” he said, and nuzzled me, his head dipping lower, and his lips–

~

Some time later, he collapsed down on me– controlled, so it was gentle, and he only did it long enough to kiss along my collarbone before he turned to the side– rolling me with him, so I ended up on top.

“Are you okay?” I asked instinctively. I shifted a bit, trying to get better situated, but then I just…stayed. Didn’t pull away. We could be like that, for a little bit longer.

“Very,” he said, still in post-coitus bliss, apparently. “Just enjoying this. Since I’m leaving on that mission tomorrow.”

His tone was so light, I rolled my eyes. “That run-of-the-mill, no-problem mission?” I said, with a bit more bitterness than I really meant, even as I settled my head against his chest.

His fingers touched under my chin, and he gently pushed up until I was looking at him, and he was smiling gently at me.

“Yes,” he said, soft in tone but full of conviction. “That mission– which will run like any other one.”

It was just another way of saying what had already been said, but I was relaxed enough now that…maybe I could believe it. He had other responsibilities. And me. But it was easier to know that he had to come back, in a way I didn’t quite rate–

“I’m being stupid,” I said, blurted, trying to quash that spiral before it started. I pushed my face into his chest.

“I can tell,” he said, stroking my back.

“You're not psychic,” I grumbled, going slack against him.

“You know I’ll miss you. Right?”

The way he sounded then was…almost too vulnerable. Nearly pleading. And it was at that point my self-absorption got kicked in the face by my protectiveness of him. Because at some point, self-deprecation became an insult to the people who loved you, and no one got to be mean to my boyfriend. Not even me.

I lifted my head again, and rested my chin on his chest. “I’ll miss you too,” I said, as sincerely as I could. I gave his skin a soft kiss and shut my eyes as I rested my head to the side again. “I’ll text you all the time. And I’ll be very annoying sometimes, so you don’t miss me too much.”

“So selfless,” he chuckled, a soft rumble in the dark helping me drift off. “I’ll do the same.”

“I can always count on you,” I said, falling asleep despite my best efforts to stay and listen to his heart.

“You can,” he whispered, and wrapped his arms around me entirely, warmer than any blanket in the world.

~

In the very early morning, after I saw him and the others off in a helicopter from the landing pad on the top of the Tower, I snuck out to avoid having to be polite, and made my own way home. The semi-quiet was nice, actually, and just what I needed. Steve and Sam and Natasha and Clint would be just fine, and punch Nazis, and find Bucky, and things would be…fine. I believed that.

However.

Me: So like Me: I do want Bucky to be okay and I’m rooting for you guys and all that jazz Me: But Me: If you find an excuse to kick him in the shin, would you take it? Natasha: Absolutely.

I nodded in satisfaction and slipped my phone away.

It was the principle of the thing.

~

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[xmasterofmunsonx]

Got Your Number

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s older sister and after a rough and tumultuous breakup, you’re back in Hawkins, Indiana. 🌶️

Pairing: harrington!reader x Eddie Munson

Author’s notes: yooooo thank you for sticking it out with me. I’ve been very sick for the last few weeks and have had no energy to do anything except exist so here’s a nice little chapter for you all!!!!

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI!!), language, drinking, weed, mentions of past abusive relationship, mention of body image issues, SMUT, fluff and lmk if I ever leave anything out!!

Word count: 7K+

IV.

Friday morning came too soon for your liking. Eddie was at work at the music store and your mom had begged you again to come help decorate. Charlie’s mom was busy on the other end of the banquet room as you were making the flower arrangements for the centerpieces.

“Need help?” Steve’s voice caught you off guard.

“No, just keep her away from me.” You motioned with your head towards your ex-future mother in law. “She’s been glaring at me since I got here.”

“Might have a bigger problem than her here soon. He’s here early.” Your stomach sank as Steve told you what you were dreading the most.

You heard a heavy door open and shut, and in walked Charlie… and Grace. Perfect. Maybe they could occupy each other. “I’m not leaving your side.” Steve assured you as he fiddled with some random flowers nervously.

“Fuck them.” You muttered underneath your breath. You looked up and checked out Charlie- he looked better than the last time you’d seen him. Of course, the last time you’d seen him he was shit faced drunk, high off cocaine, and at his lowest, so anything would look better than that. His jeans seemed to fit him better and- you shook your head, what the fuck were you doing staring at him?

“You okay?” Steve seemed to notice your staring as he nudged you with his shoulder.

“Yeah, fine. Just… weird.”

“I get it. First time I saw Nancy with Jonathan after was… uncomfortable.” You felt embarrassed for looking at him, someone who’d been so wrong to you in every way possible when you had someone so much better now. “Eddie said he’s coming by at 3, just so you know.”

You looked at the clock and it was almost lunch time.

“I’m gonna head out and grab lunch, you wanna come with me?” You brushed the leaf clippings that were sticking to your sweaty palms against your jeans and put the scissors down on the table.

“Nah, I’ll stick around here if you’ll bring me something back.” Steve handed you some cash and you took it and left.

Surprising Eddie at work had not been on your list of things to do since Steve had told you he was coming around 3, but it sounded much better than lunch by yourself and you wanted to waste as much time out as possible.

“Hey baby!” Eddie said, dropping the pile of records he was holding carefully onto the table beside him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hmmm, didn’t know if you could take a lunch with me. I’m all tuckered out from making floral arrangements for the high society members of Hawkins.” You joked as wrapped your arms around him and pecked him on the lips, not caring about the few customers in the shop.

“You do smell like flowers.” He took a big whiff of your hair as he kissed your head and hugged you back.

“And you smell like Eddie.” You nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his scent of weed, cigarettes, and just… him.

“Is that good or bad?” He asked you, smiling as he looked down.

“It’s good. Really good.” You watched as his smile widened and reached the crinkles in his eyes.

“Let me go tell Jeff I’m taking lunch for once, the van is out back. I’ll drive us.” You gave him a thumbs up and exited the store, immediately finding his car. “So what’s up?” He asked as he hopped into the drivers seat, “why are you really here? Couldn’t resist my looks, missed me so much?” He winked as he backed out of the parking spot.

“I mean all of that, but I also just wanted to get out of that banquet hall. Charlie and Grace showed up. I know their moms are all on the committee with my mom too, so I left Steve there, and I wanted to waste as much time as I could.”

Eddie gasped and clutched his chest, “Just waste some time with me?!”

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Baby, I know you didn’t mean that.” Your stomach flipped at the nickname again. “I’m sorry he’s there. Did he speak to you? Do I need to go… what did Grace say? Snap his bones?”

“Remember, we’re supposed to be the well behaved ones.” You eyed him and watched his grip tighten on the wheel. “But no, as soon as they got there I left. It should be easier to avoid them tonight with more people there, and we can leave early too.”

Eddie nodded quietly to himself as his music played in the background. The song ended and he turned it down before he started to talk, “I just can’t believe that piece of shit could treat you so bad and have the fucking nerve to come to this stupid ass benefit, sorry, all the way from goddamn Chicago? After you got the cops involved there? As if that meant nothing. He’s just gonna prance around Hawkins untouched. I really hope he doesn’t cross me because I don’t know that I can trust myself.”

“Then you can’t come tonight, Eddie.” You said, putting your hand on his knee. He looked down at it, then back at the road.

“So you really don’t want to be seen with me, do you?”

“No, I-“

“No. I’ll stay home. You go have fun with all your friends.” You two pulled up at the restaurant to eat lunch, but you both sat there not moving, noticing the tense air between you two at Eddie’s quick mood change. “All your stupid old rich little high school friends you ‘hated.’ Dating me is probably part of a-”

You interrupted him, “Eddie Munson. Shut up. I want to be seen with you. I want you to go with me- you just cannot get into a fight at this dumb benefit, okay? That’s all I’m asking. No matter who’s there.”

“Sorry.” He looked like a hurt puppy apologizing to you. “I’m just nervous about tonight.”

“Steve and I set up the seating chart for the tables. It’s you, me, Robin, him, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan at ours. We’re gonna be fine. They’re on the opposite side of the hall and Hopper is seated to where he can keep his eyes on him at all times, okay?”

Eddie swallowed and nodded, “Can you stay with me the rest of the day? I don’t want you going back there without me.”

“I told Steve that I’d bring him lunch. We can do that together and then I’ll tell them I have to go home?” Your mom had to understand the seriousness of the situation.

Lunch went by quick, you ended up getting Eddie to lighten up and crack a few jokes eventually, and then you boxed up some pizza to take back to Steve. You both walked into the banquet hall together, Eddie clutching your hand as soon as you saw Charlie’s car was still there.

“Hey, here’s your pizza. Where’s mom?” You asked after quickly finding your brother.

“Hallway.” He said through a bite of pizza. Eddie stayed back to talk to Steve, spotting Charlie busy in the corner helping his mom and Grace with something.

“Hey mom. I’m really not comfortable being here with so few people and Charlie. Is it okay if I go home? I brought some leftover pizza if you need some food, Steve’s got it.”

You could see the judgement in her eyes over your lunch choice and she just smiled, “That’s fine. You’ve done enough. The flower arrangements look beautiful.” You smiled sweetly at her, then made your way back to the big room. You picked up your pace at the sound of yelling voices- all three you recognized. Except it was Eddie yelling your brother’s name.

Steve was on top of Charlie and Eddie was pulling him off as you walked in the door. Grace stood in horror as Charlie’s mom rushed up behind them.

“Maybe if your son would keep his mouth shut he wouldn’t get a broken nose!” Steve yelled as Eddie backed him away from Charlie who was clutching his bloody face.

“Maybe if your sister wasn’t the town whore with the freak then-”

“Town whore, Charlie? You sure that’s not Grace that you’re with?” You went to go lunge at Charlie, but felt two hands pulling you back. It was both your brother and Eddie. “What, he gets to punch him, but I can’t? He sure used to punch me.”

Charlie’s mom gasped behind him, “Don’t you dare spread lies about my son!”

“Lies? I’m so sorry. What verbiage would you prefer I use for how he hit me in Chicago? Would you like the copy of the police reports, or the pictures I had to take? Which ones would suit you better, because I can get both of them easily for you.” By now your mom had made it into the hall and was standing with her arms crossed.

“What did I-”

“It was him!” All 3 of you pointed to Charlie and backed away. Charlie’s mom and your mom stood speechless staring at one another as if they were waiting for the other to speak up.

“He called her-” Steve started but Eddie interrupted him.

“He doesn’t need to be here, or be around her. He’s not safe, and it’s not fair that he’s here.” Eddie stood firm, stepping in front of you and standing up to your mom.

“Not safe?” Charlie spoke up through his bloodied mouth and nose, “You’re one to talk, you fucking murderer.”

You watched in slow motion as Eddie lunged at Charlie, you saw Steve try to pull him back but Eddie pushed him away. Eddie grabbed Charlie by the collar of his shirt and spit in his face.

“You’re really original for that one, man. What else you gonna call me? The freak? Get the fuck out of here and take your girl with you.” He shoved him backwards with force and you watched as Charlie stumbled away, with Grace and his mom by his side.

Eddie huffed as he walked the opposite way to the doors leading to outside and you followed him, hearing Steve and your mom arguing already.

“Hey, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“What, defend you? Yes, I did.”

“You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.”

“I want you to put a restraining order against him here in Hawkins so he can’t come near you.” Eddie lit a cigarette and took a huge hit off of it. “Hopper will take care of it. I don’t know how you put up with his bullshit for so long.”

“Me neither but I didn’t really have a choice, Eddie.” You kicked at a rock, watching it skip down the walkway.

“Uh, yeah you did. You could’ve fucking left.”

“It’s not that easy.” You shook your head at his lack of understanding.

“Sure was easy for you to leave me behind. And then leave town to go to Chicago.” He had you there. You had abandoned him once, and completely skipped town without missing a beat once you graduated high school. You watched as he continued to smoke his cigarette down to the filter, stubbing it out against the brick wall.

“Take me home.” You said, crossing your arms.

“No way am I letting you out of my sight.” He shook his head at you, his curls loosely flying awry.

“Eddie Munson, I want to go home. I’m not going tonight.”

“No, you’re coming with me and we’ll get ready at my house. Your dress is there.”

“I’m not going. I’ll go get Steve to take me home, then.” You were fuming as you turned on your feet and marched back into the building. Eddie had no idea what you’d been through- despite you telling him everything you could already, he clearly still had no idea how scary Charlie could be and why you couldn’t “just leave” him. You didn’t want to go tonight- Charlie attending or not, you were done with the whole fucking benefit. You were remembering why it was so easy to leave Hawkins in the first place.

Steve and your mom were going at it in the banquet hall- Steve’s hip was cocked to the side and he was running his hand through his hair constantly as he talked with his other hand- it was something you both did when you were deep in a conversation or argument.

“Can you take me home?” You interrupted them, not caring what your mom had to say.

“Gladly, let’s go.” Steve whipped his keys from his pocket as you both stormed out. Eddie tried stopping you on the way to your brother's car.

“Hey, where are you taking her?”

“Home. We’re both going home.” Steve answered for you as you tried to hold back angry tears.

“Oh, so you’re really not going tonight?”

“No man, leave her alone. It’s been a bad enough day as it is, just leave it be.” Steve held his hand up at Eddie’s chest as he tried to get closer to you. You turned and got in the passenger seat, focusing on the seatbelt as Steve rounded the car to get in the driver's seat. You looked up just in time to see Eddie getting in his van and speeding off almost as soon as his door slammed shut.

“Sorry.” You said, unsure of what you were sorry for. But you felt like it was all your fault. Hot tears started streaming down your face, you were quick to wipe them before they could fall any further.

“Nothing to be sorry about. He’s gotta simmer down on his own, and Charlie is a piece of shit. You should probably get a restraining order against him though in Hawkins, that was enough today to warrant one I’d say.”

“Yeah, Eddie said the same thing.” You sniffed, and felt Steve’s hand on your arm.

“He’ll be fine. Eddie’s been through a lot, we all have, and he doesn’t know how to manage his anger sometimes. It’s best if he just keeps to himself. I wouldn’t want him to say anything to you he’d regret later.” You silently nodded and wiped more tears away on the ride home, looking out the window to avoid looking at your brother.

A few hours went by and your mom came home to get ready for the event. She found you laid in your bed, you’d been crying on and off all day waiting for Eddie to at least maybe call, but after the second hour you’d given up on that.

“You don’t look very ready to go tonight.”

“I’m not going.”

“Yes you are.” She stood firm in your doorway, looking the most dressed up you’d seen her in a while.

“No, I’m not. I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions.”

“Then I’ll have to tell your date who’s waiting on you downstairs that you’re standing him up.” You lifted your head up to get a better look at your mom- she had your dress in her hands and was offering it to you. “He got here a little bit ago with Robin. Jim took care of Charlie, and you have 20 minutes to get yourself together.” You nodded at her and she placed the dress on your bed. You quietly thanked her and as she walked out of the room.

You were quick to wash your face, it was puffy from crying but you were able to fix it up with some cold water, and hide the redness with some makeup.

“Hey Robin! Can you come help me zip my dress?” You poked your head out of your room as you held your dress up on your body and waited. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned around to show your back to her, but the hands that grabbed at your zipper weren’t Robin’s. They were Eddie’s, you could feel the warmth of his rings against your back, and the tremble his hands had as he nervously zipped the back of the dress up on you, pushing a few stray hairs out of the way.

You turned to face him, and he looked at you with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“I’m really sorry for earlier today.” His hands reached out to your shoulders as he ran his thumbs in a calming manner over your soft skin. “I didn't want to-”

“Yeah, Steve told me.” You crossed your arms and brushed his hands away from you, “Let’s go before we’re late.” You tried walking out of your room, but Eddie tugged you back in.

“Heyyy.” He tried smiling at you, and you didn’t have one to return to him. “I mean it. I got extremely jealous of seeing Charlie and I let the worst of me get to me. What he said about you pissed me off. I got really mad and I say stupid shit when I’m really mad sometimes, and didn’t want to say something to you that would hurt you, okay?” You nodded, and he put his thumb on your chin to make you look at him. “I wanna have fun with you tonight, as stupid as this thing is, alright?”

“Thanks for apologizing.” You leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, but that wasn’t enough for him.

Eddie pulled you close to him with his hands on either side of your face, and you wrapped your arms around your neck, pushing your body weight against his and backing him up towards your bedroom door, causing it to slam shut. He flipped you two around so your back was to the door, and he planted his hands beside you, pinning you against it.

“Thought you didn’t wanna be late, baby?” His voice was thick with lust, a slow drawl that you rarely heard coming from his lips. “Steve left with Robin and your parents a few minutes ago anyway, we got the house to ourselves now.” You let out a whimper at the way Eddie was staring you down. “You’re so easy, you know that?”

You blushed as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “No I’m not.” You faked confidence as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You practically just whined at me.” His thumb traced the outline of your jaw, “and you’re leaning into my touch. I can feel how badly you want me.” He leaned against you more, forcing his thigh between your legs and you moaned at the friction. You two lunged back at each other hungrily, messily kissing each other and grabbing at each other wherever you could. You caught your hips looking for some more friction and you felt the smirk forming on his face as you could also feel him growing harder in his pants.

“Told you that you were easy. Let’s go before we’re late.” He reached behind you, withdrew his leg, and twisted the door handle to leave your bedroom. “We can finish later tonight, yeah?” He placed a hot kiss below your earlobe, nipping at your neck, and you whined at the loss of contact.

The benefit was as boring as you imagined, but the free wine and beer were enough to keep all of you there for a few hours. Jonathan and Nancy had a stomach bug so they were missing from your table.

Your mom showed you off to some of her friends, and you had to introduce Eddie yourself to them- you knew most of them knew who he was, but you were proud of him and wanted to make sure they knew you two were there together. After you and Robin returned from a bathroom break full of drunk giggles, you sat down in the seat beside Eddie.

“Hi.” You looked at him with a grin.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He gazed back at you, matching your grin. He wasn’t drinking tonight, but you knew he’d been sneaking out to smoke some by the glaze in his eyes.

“Have I told you how handsome you look tonight?” You smoothed down a flyaway curl away from around his face and he blushed at your comment.

“You have, and you look beautiful tonight, my dear.” He leaned in to peck you on the lips.

“We gotta stay through my parents' speech, then we can leave.” You told him, this was always the part you hated the most because you and Steve always had to go stand on stage with them. When you were younger you used to always get fussed at on the way home for the way you “misbehaved” on stage, but it was always Steve who was the one poking you or pulling your hair making you two get into a cat fight.

You were shocked at how the night had stayed uneventful- Charlie’s mom kept to herself at her table with empty seats around her since her son and Grace were absent, but you didn’t miss the glances she was shooting at you constantly. Anytime she would, you would just scoot a little closer to Eddie and hold his hand, or peck him on the cheek. Sure, you were putting on a little bit of a show, but the wine was partly to blame for that- it turned you into way more of a flirt than you usually were.

You watched as your dad approached your table, motioning for you and Steve to get up to follow him.

“Here we go, former Hawkins Queen.” He said in a sing-song voice and you rolled your eyes.

“After you, King Steve.” You joked back at him as you were both letting the laughter fly between the two of you.

Your mom started the speech off the same, welcoming everyone and thanking them for their generosity to the community especially after having to rebuild the town this year. You glanced around at all of the made up faces and fake smiles and found one of the only genuine ones in the room- Eddie’s. He was beaming at you with his chin resting on his hand, and he waved at you with a wiggle of his fingers- to which you waved right back. Steve elbowed you in the ribs and you dramatically said “Ow!”

“Sh!” Your dad spoke back at the two of you.

You pinched Steve’s arm, to which he hissed back. Neither of you were paying attention to your parents, but it was fun to act like kids again knowing that you were still rebelling against their wishes for your behavior.

“Bar right after this?” Steve leaned into you with his eyebrows raised, and you nodded quickly.

“Sounds like way more fun than being stuck here with all of these boring losers.” You said a little too loud, and your mom turned back to look at you with a scowl on her face. You quietly apologized and looked out to see Eddie, Robin, Joyce and Hopper all holding back laughter- they must’ve heard you over the microphone.

Five minutes later and your mom was done talking, and you and Steve raced down the stage stairs to get back to your table. Your parents were much more pretentious in the way they exited the stage, waving and stopping to talk to folks as they made their way back to their table.

“C’mon, we’re going out.” You grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled him up out of his seat as you chugged the rest of your wine glass, and Steve and Robin followed you two out. Once the breeze of fresh air hit your face you felt better immediately. You hated the uncomfortable atmosphere of the benefit, and you couldn’t get out of there quick enough. Eddie led you three back to his van where you all piled in and drove to a different dive bar on the edge of Hawkins.

You four stood out like a sore thumb in your attire, despite both boys ditching their ties. Eddie had unbuttoned a few of his buttons on his shirt to reveal his necklaces, and passed his jacket on to you because the night had gotten rather chilly.

“You seem to have a bad habit of forgetting your jackets.” He commented as you sat down at a booth.

“You seem to not have a problem letting me always wear your jackets.” You winked as you tugged it tightly to your body. His heavy hand fell to your thigh where he gave it a squeeze, and let it rest there as the four of you picked up conversation about how boring tonight was.

“I’d rather it be boring than the alternative of what we were anticipating happening.” Steve spoke over his beer glass across the table from you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Robin had switched to beer too, the sketchy bar not offering any wine. “But how great would it have been for Charlie to have gotten arrested tonight? In front of all of those people.”

“I don’t even want to talk about him. I’m having too much fun.” You fretted, and she apologized for bringing him up.

Eddie quickly changed the subject, “You guys coming to the show tomorrow night?”

Steve and Robin shook their heads, “No, we’re both on closing shift for being off tonight.” Steve answered for both of them and you didn’t miss the way Eddie’s face flashed disappointment before he donned a small smile saying it was okay.

You sat there looking at the three of them interacting, never thinking that you’d be here of all places a few years after graduation, with Eddie’s hand on your leg. You never thought your brother would be best friends with Robin Buckley, or even slightly friends with Eddie Munson- much less how close the two of them were. You wanted to hear more about their stories of the Upside Down, because whatever had happened had bonded them so deeply that even though their conversation was unrelated to it, you felt a little out of place listening in by the way they were all getting along so well.

You sipped your drink and got into your thoughts about tonight and how differently it could’ve gone, how different things would’ve been a year ago. You would’ve maybe been back with Charlie, had to go back to his parents house after where he would pass out from drinking too much, or forced you into doing something you didn’t want to do. And now you were here with your brother, his best friend, and your old best friend who was now your boyfriend. All in the matter of a few weeks. Hawkins was your home after all, and tonight made it feel a little more like normal.

“You good?” You noticed Robin and Steve had gotten up, and left you and Eddie at the booth by yourselves. “You’re being awfully quiet, Harrington.”

“Yeah, just a little bit drunk and thinking a little too much.” Your eyelids batted at Eddie who was endearingly searching your face for any sign of any other thought.

“Whatchya thinkin’ about?” He propped his head on his hand as he turned to look at you.

“Just… how close the three of you are, and how I feel a little left out. And how weird it is to be back here, with you, and how quick it all seems.”

“We don’t have to move fast.”

“I don’t think we are, I just feel like I’m intruding on something. You three are fine talking amongst yourselves, I just was… admiring the friendships you have. How… unexpected…? they are.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Eddie.” You placed your hand on his leg and squeezed it, his hand falling over top of yours and guiding it higher up his thigh to where you could feel his dick getting hard.

“I’m high, and horny, and the way you’ve been staring at me for the last five minutes has me ready to take you in the bathroom right here and now. So unless you want me to go rub one out in the bathroom myself- which, I wouldn’t mind- then please come join me while your brother and Robin are getting more drinks and are hitting on the bartenders.” You glanced over his shoulder to where, sure enough, the two were distracted by the girls working behind the bar. You pushed Eddie out of the booth and all but ran to the hallway of single stall bathrooms. You picked the last one on the hall, and said a quiet thank you that there was a working lock on the door.

“Your tits look amazing in this dress, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you all night.” Eddie’s greedy hands grabbed at your side as he worked his way up to your chest, massaging your breasts through the satin material. You couldn’t wear a bra with the straps of the dress so you had opted to go without, and his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, making them go hard against the cool, silky fabric. Your body arched into his as he was kissing across the expanse of your throat, you were sure he’d be leaving marks that would appear in the morning, but you didn’t care about that right now because everything felt so good.

You tugged him into you so you could feel more of his body against yours, and you kissed him hard the second he took his mouth off of your neck. The kiss was sloppy- you were drunk, and he was high, and the two of you wanted each other so badly that neither of you cared about the messiness of the kiss- you just knew you needed him right now.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked you in that low voice again as he pushed your foreheads together, both of you panting, “Or do you not know again?” He mocked, you knew he didn’t mean it, and his confidence was getting you going even more.

“What do you want?” You turned the question on him and watched as his head flew back as you grabbed at his hard length through his black pants. “You want that, yeah? You want me on my knees for you?”

His hands left your body as he ran his fingers over his face, and through his hair, and desperately panted out, “Fuck yes, baby.”

You undid his belt with his dark eyes on you, and he guided you down with his hand on top of your head as you sunk to the floor of the bathroom. He was pumping his thick cock with his other hand as you were at eye level with it, it’s size intimidating you, but you weren’t going to let that get to you. His hand pushed your head forward and you opened your mouth with your tongue splayed out and he let out a moan of pleasure as your tongue made contact with the underside of his cock.

“Oh, that feels so good.” He said as you bobbed your head on his cock, adding a hand to pump him into your mouth as the other hand dug into his thigh to help steady yourself. “Fuck, you wanted this all night too, didn’t you? I wanted to see you on your knees in that bathroom at the dumb fucking banquet but this is so much better.” You looked up at him through your lashes and realized what a goner he was for you.

You moaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, and you popped yourself off of him and kept pumping him with your hand, “Town freak with the town slut? What a pair we would’ve been.” You felt his hands back in your hair as he pushed your mouth back down onto his cock, and he pulled you off sloppily, drool stringing from your mouth to his tip.

“Get up before I blow this load into your mouth, I don’t wanna waste it.” He slowly pumped his dick as he watched you stand up, his head tilted in a cocky manner, “turn around and stick your ass out, Harrington.” He guided you to the tile of the bathroom wall where you obeyed. His hands were quick to pull your dress up over your hips, and he slid your thong to the side, “So fucking wet and I haven’t even touched you. I bet this is the shit you love, isn’t it?” You didn’t know what to say as you felt his fingers feel your wet cunt, you were practically dripping already from excitement. “Hawkins High School queen, getting fucked by me in the bathroom of a bar.” With no warning, the tip of his dick replaced his fingers as he shoved himself into your pussy.

“Fuck, Eddie!” You hissed, it almost hurt because he was so wide, and you were so tight. He stilled for a second.

“Sorry, baby, I got a little eager, you okay?” He pulled your sweaty hair back and tucked it behind your ear again. “Tell me when.” He kissed your cheek as he rocked slowly to let you adjust to his size.

“I-I’m good.”

“You sure?” His hands gripped onto your hips as he stayed at a slow pace. “You don’t sound good.”

“I’m too good, you feel so good.” Your forehead met the cold tile as you closed your eyes in bliss at the feeling of being so full.

“There’s my girl.” He said into your ear as he thrusted up into you, your moaning and panting matching each others. His hand snaked around the front of you and started rubbing circles into your clit, “want you to cum on my cock, baby, okay?” You nodded because it was all you could do with how good you felt. Your knees started to feel weak as he picked up the pace of his thrusts into you, and you quickly came undone as he went faster and faster, eventually spilling into you with a few final fucks. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he stayed inside of you, “Fuck. Are you kidding me?”

“What?” Your head shot back to look at him.

“I can’t believe we missed out on years of this. You felt so good, was everything okay?” He nuzzled into your back as he slowly pulled out of you and you jumped a little at how overly sensitive you were feeling.

“Yeah, it was perfect.” You readjusted your underwear and turned to face him. “You were perfect.”

You kissed him on the lips and he kissed back softly, “Sorry I get a little uh, chatty.” His cheeks were blushing pink and you leaned in and kissed one of them.

“I expected nothing different.” You giggled as you fixed his hair, the post sex-bliss fading away quickly as you realized what you had just done, and where you had done it. “I’ve uh, never… done anything like that before.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Eddie buckled up his belt and helped you smooth your hair and dress down, “but I wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime.”

You grabbed his hand after you checked yourselves out in the mirror and headed back to the table where Robin and Steve had just sat down.

“We don’t need to know.” Robin held her hands up.

“Sorry, I got sick from all the wine. I was going to grab you, but I didn’t wanna take you away from a potential date.”

“Damnit, I lost my money!” Robin slid a $10 bill over to Steve.

“Told you, she can’t hold her wine. I had too many wine calls from Chicago that ended in her throwing up to think differently. Plus, those bathrooms are disgusting.” Steve spoke and slid you a glass of water, with which you hid your blushed cheeks behind while Eddie pulled you into his side with a squeeze.

You all finished a round of water before piling back into Eddie’s van, and he drove Steve and Robin back to her house. You leaned your head on Eddie as he drove the way back to his house, and took a deep sigh.

“You okay? A little worried you might actually get sick now, sweetheart.”

“I’m perfectly fine now. Really good actually. Just tired and ready for bed.”

“Really? ‘Cause I’m ready for round two.” Eddie had his eyebrows raised and you shook your head.

“No way, I’m exhausted. And don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Yes, moooom. I’m just kidding by the way. Unless you wanted to, ‘cause that was really good.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and closed your eyes as the rumbling of the van relaxed you the rest of the way back.

“I’m gonna stay out and smoke one before heading in. You can pick whatever you want to wear to bed from my drawer.” Eddie lit a cigarette and you scurried inside, but not before you asked him to unzip the back of his dress where his fingers lingered a little too long.

You picked one of his old Hellfire shirts and a pair of boxers, and took them to the bathroom to get changed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you climbed into his empty bed and waited for him. It must have been a long time, because next thing you knew he was sneaking into the bed with you with just his boxers on, you had already fallen asleep.

“What took you so long?” You groaned out as your hangover was already starting.

“Had to finish writing something. Didn’t wanna wake you up so I went to the living room.”

“What time is it?” You scratched your head and looked around for a clock.

“Uh, like, four in the morning.”

“Eddie, you need sleep.”

“That’s why I’m here.” He said as he pulled the covers over you two and tucked you into his side. “Goodnight, my girl.”

“‘Night.” You muttered as you yawned and drifted back off to sleep.

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“Eddie, wake up. Wake up!” You shook a sleeping Eddie who was drenched in sweat and yelling out in his sleep.

“What?!” He sat up abruptly and looked around his room. “Fuck.” He put his head in his hands and pulled at the roots of his hair, “fuck, fuck, FUCK! Shit!”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You placed a hand on his back, and rubbed it to comfort him but he hissed at the contact and leaned away. “Eddie?” You reached out again with a more gentle touch and felt the scars that lined his back. “You okay?”

He shook his head no, and you sat up, pulling him into a hug. He let you, and collapsed into your arms into the hug.

“Bad dream. Bad fucking nightmare.” He muttered to himself and you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“What?”

“I said, I had a really shitty dream and I haven’t had one in a long time. I need to go smoke.” He pushed off the bed and stormed out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You sat there, stunned at his sudden mood change again. You waited a few minutes before you got out of bed and crept into the living room. You saw the telephone cord stretched out to the back porch from the kitchen, and saw Eddie propped against the railing talking on the phone and… laughing?

“Eddie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Well I’m gonna go. Thanks for talking with me. Buh-bye.” He hung the phone up and finished his cigarette, and embraced you in a hug. You carefully put your arms around him and he let you this time, and you soothingly rubbed his back.

“I’m worried about you and your mood swings, Eddie.”

“Sorry. I just had this dream that you were in the upside down with us, and I couldn’t get you away from vecna, and you were caught-”

“Who?” You quirked your eyebrow at him, hoping for some sort of explanation. “Like, vecna from-”

“Yeah, except way worse. And real. Like really fucking real. And my scars hurt everytime I have these nightmares and they fuck me up for days at a time, and I have to call Steve or someone and-” he stopped his rambling as soon as he realized he was telling you about the past. “Sorry I didn’t mean to talk about it too much.”

“Hey, I’m here for you.” You pulled out of the hug and placed your hands on his soft cheeks that were scattered with patches of facial hair. “You can talk to me too. I know Steve was there, but I’m here now.”

“But you weren’t there.”

“But I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. I mean it.” You kissed his forehead and watched as he melted into another hug of yours. This time it felt like you were holding him. “Eddie, are you- are you popping a boner right now?” You pulled back from the hug and saw his underwear starting to tent up.

“Sorry, but you’re a beautiful woman hugging me braless in one of my Hellfire shirts. Yes, you’re making me hard.” He blushed at his answer before he squeezed your ass. “Now get inside before I bend you over the porch, it’s time for round two.”

TAGLIST: @secretdryrose @adequate-superstar @briasnow-blog @tinyminxie @boomhauer @corrodedcoffincumslut @dylanmunson @kimmi-kat @rhirojo @prestinalove @kellyxo1 @sweeter-innocence-fics

[camaro-and-smokes]

The Family Values Program | CH2

Second chapter of a dystopian au we've been writing together with @aggressiveviking is up! (or been for a week or so, I forgot to share, oops lol)

Warnings: None. Tags: Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Arranged Marriage, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Slow Burn, Developing Friendships, Denial of Feelings, Internalized Homophobia, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Domestic Fluff, Forced Cohabitation, Mutual Pining Misunderstanding, Sexual Tension, Unrequited Crush, or so they both think, Closeted Gay Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Other tags to be added

Summary: Their first full day together gets an interesting start and then things start going downhill. Desperate situations require desperate solutions.

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Snippet under the cut.

Billy was dreaming— he was dreaming something... nice — he couldn't really focus to remember. Warm and soft and for the first time in a long time, happy and relaxed.

He was still half asleep when he realized there was heat pressed into him keeping him warm. A sleepy small grunt left his lips as his eyes slowly opened. The blanket was almost up over his mouth, making him feel even more cozy. The light coming from the windows showered the whole room in dim cold light, seeping through the thin curtains… he didn’t remember those last night, but he was too tired to wonder how or why. He didn’t feel like getting up, he was way too comfortable— 

Billy suddenly felt something that had his heart almost jump out of his mouth – a squeeze on his pec. He moved his hand, reaching up, fingers over… fingers ? He pulled the blanket away enough to see it was a hand– Steve’s hand.  

Billy’s sleep-addled mind needed only a moment to piece together that the other man was pressed into his back, hand around his side, holding on… Billy’s face was red, heart thumping with shock… because it felt nice . 

Fuck— that was so wrong. Billy could barely stand the guy, and they had almost gotten into a fight last night. How did that lead to this ? This wasn’t… it couldn’t…

He craned his neck as much as he could to look over his shoulder. For a moment he had thought that maybe Steve was actually interested in him like that . But he dismissed that instead for the thought that the guy was trying to provoke him again, continuing to push their petty fight from before. It was a relief to see that Steve was sleeping, face relaxed, breathing steady and deep. 

Billy’s head was a mess, still too asleep to be able to think through things. The only thing he knew was that he was butt-naked, in the arms of an attractive man— Billy couldn’t deny that Steve was fucking gorgeous, the bastard — and he was starting to feel… things.

With his heart racing, Billy pushed the hand off himself and slipped out of the warmth under the blanket. His blush had spread to his ears and down his neck as he quickly scooped his clothes off the floor and quietly went to the bathroom.

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An insistent sound penetrated Steve's sleep. He was annoyed because it just wouldn't stop and dragged him out of his slumber against his will. Suddenly, he snapped wide awake, realizing that it was his alarm. Fuck .

He'd fallen asleep.

He was sleeping on his stomach and hugging, based on the scent not his own but… Billy's pillow. He sat up quickly, letting the pillow fall on the mattress. Billy was nowhere to be seen, but a coldness filled his insides, nonetheless.

Oh, this was bad.

He didn't know for sure if he'd done it if he'd cuddled with Billy. He wanted to believe he hadn't. But the evidence told a different story—the pillow, and that he usually slept on his right side or his back, never on his stomach. He wasn't hurting anywhere, though, so he hadn't been hit, which he thought would've likely happened if he'd done it.

So, nothing told him anything else, but that it was barely plausible, if even that. But he couldn't push the possibility away from his mind. He knew it was always there.

He finally turned off the alarm and rubbed his face with his hands. What a fucking start for a day. Tonight he'd sleep in the other room without a fight, for sure.

There was a faint scent of coffee wafting in the air, and Steve's stomach gurgled loudly. The light dinner last night hadn't been near enough. At least he might get some coffee before he left early enough so that he could grab something to eat in some diner before going to work. He sure as hell wouldn't push Billy to make anything for him.

He took a shower, shaved, made sure his hair was on point, and put on his best gray Gucci suit pants, his best shirt, and tie, cufflinks, and Gucci dress shoes.

He took the suit jacket to be put on when he’d leave and walked to the top of the stairs, where he stood there for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before walking downstairs. He promised himself that today would start better than yesterday. Even if they didn't have to like each other, they would have to get along as long as they were stuck together.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Say You Love Me

For the @harringrove-flip-reverse-it Day 2, Fluff Becomes Angst: Hand Holding

(TW: Implied abuse and implied child SA)

Billy loved physical touch. It reminded him of his mom. With his dad around, though, he never got as much as he wanted. The last time he'd been hugged was when he was eight years old. He remembered the way his mom leaned down and squeezed him close to her body. He didn't understand why she was crying as her delicate hands stroked his hair back then.

"I love you so much, I promise I'll come back for you. I promise." She reassured him before finally pulling away. Billy watched as she grabbed the suitcase he saw her packing the night before and went to the taxi waiting in front of their house. She paused for a moment, looking back at her son staring at her from the living room window. She waved at him, and he waved back. The woman gave him one last smile before she got in the cab and left his life forever.

She never did come back.

Growing up with a father like Neil Hargrove, Billy was forced to find affection of any kind elsewhere. In middle school, when he hit his growth spurt and he grew into his big ears, he noticed the way girls stared at him. It was Donna Connors who approached him and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before running off and giggling with her friends. For a moment, he was frozen. He didn't want her to do that, but...it didn't feel bad. At that point, it had been almost four years since someone kissed him. He liked kissing. It didn't matter if he didn't like Donna. It was still the physical affection he craved.

People were easy. He wore less and grew his hair out like the rockstars in the magazines he read. Cleaning and grooming himself to make everyone's heads turn with barely a look. Billy didn't care about what his father had called him. He got everything he needed just by giving people what they wanted. As he grew up, Billy realized there was only one thing people really wanted from someone like him. Women, men...his little league coach...it was fine. Really. He liked what they did to him.

By the time they moved to Hawkins, Billy was used to his transactional relationships with people, but it always felt like something was missing. Something personal.

He wasn't a pussy. Billy told himself this a million times, but as he watched couples together, Billy found himself noticing something. The way people so casually held hands. A soft and simple gesture. He liked the idea of people not having to do something, but being just so in love, they shared casual intimacy with no expectation of something in return. But people like Billy weren't meant to have such soft things.

Steve Harrington was the latest in his long line of hookups but something felt...different about him. He didn't run away after a one night stand like everyone else did. He actually talked to Billy before and after they fucked. The cuddled...it was nice. At least, in private. In public? Neither of them acknowledged the other. Billy knew why. People's would get suspicious about the two boys suddenly getting so close. They couldn't be intimate. Not in the way he wanted. Still, someday, Billy dreamed about being able to hold Steve's hand in public.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie's Too Late ... ?

It's about pining Eddie!! And he wants so badly to ask out Steve. Robin even might have given him an encouraging little talk about it. And he finally works up the courage to do so, and comes to family video, and he brings fucking flowers with him cuz he's a goddamn sap.

But he walks in , already smiling at Steve like always, but he's talking to some guy at the counter. Some punk lookin dude. And Eddie freezes in the door, hears the guy flirting and hears Steve laugh, flustered. And then the guy literally asks him out, and writes his number on Steve's hand when he shrugs and nods, and goes bright red.

And Eddie just, god he wants to cry. So he turns, walks back out and leaves, his chest fucking aching. Cuz he was a fucking idiot who waited too goddamn long.

And Steve hears the door clink shut, sees Eddie's back as he's leaving, sees him toss something in the trash outside. And he waits for punk guy, Jake, to leave. He's a regular. He's nice. If a little pushy for Steve's liking.

He told Steve he'd pick him up on friday. Didn't ask. And Steve had been so flustered when the guy grabbed his hand he just sort of... agreed.... maybe hoping he would leave faster.

So he waits for him to leave and then runs outside, digs in the trash and finds the flowers. And they're all yellow flowers, sunflowers mixed with daisies, and Steve even sees a couple dandelions stuck in, his eyes crinkling in a smile cuz he and Eddie had gotten into a huge fight with Robin and Nancy about whether they were weeds or flowers,  Eddie and Steve on the side of flowers, of course.

And his heart flutters cuz Eddie had told him about a month ago, when he handed him this weird little yellow figurine, and Steve had asked why he was always giving him yellow stuff. Eddie had shrugged and said,

"it just reminds me of you I guess." Steve had immediately reconsidered his favorite color choice.

But Steve's heart drops because... Eddie had thrown this away... in the trash... right after he'd seen Steve with Jake. Steve feels like he's gonna puke, but he takes the flowers inside, sits them in the breakroom until its time for him to leave.

He calls Jake right before close. Wanted to wait til he was hopefully at home. Tells him he can't go out with him. Not friday. Or any other day. That he has someone.. hopefully. Jake sounds disappointed but doesn't push, thankfully. Steve grabs the flowers on his way out and drives to Eddie's.

He stops by Melvald's on the way, asks Joyce for help. They have some flowers, but nothing that says "Eddie." Joyce grabs a simple red rose and then a box of chocolate covered cherries. Steve's brow furrows and she just smiles at him and says,

"I've seen that boy buy six boxes of these at once. His sweet tooth is... a little bit alarming... actually. But it'll get the job done." She winks at him and Steve's never felt more greatful that Joyce pays attention to people, and works at the store, and is nosy like he is. He hugs her, grabs the rose and the chocolates, and runs to his car.

Eddie isn't home when he gets there. His van is there. But he's not at the trailer and Steve feels like he's gonna cry, his chest tight as Wayne tells him he left a few hours ago. Steve nods, his brow furrowing and he's about to leave when Wayne's hand on his shoulder stops him.

"Ya know the creek over off McAlpine street?" He asks, Steve nods, confused.

"He was headed that way. Likes to go there to be alone." Wayne gives him this soft encouraging smile, pats him on the back, and watches as Steve runs to his car.

He parks on the side of the road, as close to the creek as he can get. And then he runs.

He finds the creek but no Eddie at first, so he starts walking along the creekside, he rounds a bend and finally sees him.

He's crouched on the creek side, toes of his shoes just barley out of reach of the water. He's holding a stick, Steve squints and sees a small turtle walking across it, toward a big rock in the middle of the water. Eddie's crying. Silently. Tears slowly falling.

He wipes at his face every now and then with his free hand, eyes on the turtle. He smiles softly when the little thing reaches the rock. Steve smiles too. His heart thumping as he watches Eddie help this tiny creature. He takes a few more steps and then clears his throat when Eddie doesn't hear him. Eddie scrambles to his feet, startled, holding the stick out in front of him like a weapon, wiping at his face with the crook of his elbow.

"What are you doing here?" And it makes Steve shiver, so reminiscent of the boat house, when they'd found him terrified. Steve would have held his hands up in surrender, but they were a little full. Eddie’s yellow bundle of flowers on one, the rose and candy in the other.

"I found your flowers." He says, holding them up a bit and then letting them swing back by his side. Eddie doesn't say anything. Just looks away. Moves back to the edge of the creek, crouches back down, hugs his knees to his chest. Steve sighs, moves closer.

"I'm not going out with Jake." Steve says, because he needs Eddie to know. Needs him to stop hurting as soon as possible. Eddie sniffles, doesn't look at him.

"Jake." Is all he says. And Steve laughs at how he says it, he sounds so annoyed. Steve bumps his shoulder, Eddie scowls, bumps him back, harder.

"But you wanted too. You said yes." Eddie picks up another stick, pokes it into the mud.

"I only said yes cuz it took me by suprise, and he grabbed my hand and I got flustered. I didn't- he's not really my type." Steve says, leaning against Eddie as he sits, the ground is cold, and he can feel the damp soaking into his jeans a bit. Eddie glances at him. And s

Steve can see his guard coming down, just a bit.

"Oh yeah. Why not?" Eddie asks, and steve smiles. Crinkles his nose.

"Me? Dating a punk? Come on. Not a chance." Steve teases, bites his lip.

"Especially since there's this metal head that's kinda got me in a choke hold." Steve sighs, looks at Eddie. He finally turns to look at Steve, blinking slowly.

"Really?" Eddie asks, his fingers tugging at the hole in the knee of his jeans. Steve nods.

"Really. Can't seem to get him outta my head." Steve smiles, holds the rose and candy out to Eddie, Eddie just stares again. Steve wiggles the box of chocolates.

"C'mon. I know you like 'em. Joyce gave you up." Steve wiggles the box more aggressively and Eddie snatches it, then gently takes the rose, he sets the chocolates in his lap, whispering a quiet "traitor" that makes Steve smile.

"Thank you for the flowers. I love... them." Steve stumbles over that bit. Swallowing hard when Eddie’s eyes snap to him.

"You're welcome." Eddie shurgs.

"Just thought you might like some flowers. You seem like a flowers type of guy." Steve smiles, rests his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"The dandelions are my favorite." He whispers, moves and presses a kiss to Eddie's shoulder, and hears Eddie's breathing falter.

"I um... I love... my flower, too..... so thanks." He stumbles over the words the way Steve did, but on purpose, leaning away from Steve so he can look at him, a sly little smile on his face. But Steve's face is somber, his hands twitch in his lap.

"It's- I mean you don't have to sa-"

"I love you." Eddie cuts him off. Says it bluntly. And it makes Steve's chest hurt. He shakes his head, brow furrowed.

"I do though. I have for awhile. I'm just an idiot with terrible timing." Eddie bumps their shoulders, leans heavily into Steve. Steve takes a deep, shaky breath.

"I don't want you to say it just because you think I want to hear it." Steve says, his teeth worrying into his lip.

"That's not why I said it."

Steve looks at him.

"No? You didn't say it to me cuz I just like... really obviously almost said it to you?" He looks back into his lap, frowning.

"No. Although that was adorable." Eddie smiles, it makes Steve want to smile too.

"Hey." Eddie voice is soft, he reaches out, cups Steve's cheek and makes him look at him.

"Have you ever known me to say something just cuz it's something someone wants to hear?" He asks, Steve scoffs, shakes his head, looking shy.

"Okay then. I didn't say it because of that. I said it," he takes a deep breath, lets it out, drops his hands back into his lap.

"Because I saw you with that guy today-"

"Jake." Steve interrupts, smirk on his lips. Eddie pauses.

"Don't push it Harrington. I'm trying to be... serious... or something." His brow furrows, Steve reaches out, his face softening.

"Sorry. Go ahead."

Eddie huffs.

"I saw you with Jake, and it hurt. Like a lot. And I thought I lost you, ya know? Just cuz I was too fuckin scared to tell you how I feel. Cuz I love you. Cuz your GOOD. and I thought I lost it. And then you walked up looking all sad and apologetic and you didn't even DO anything." Eddie huffs again, his hands flailing.

"I hurt you." Steve mutters, Eddie makes a sound in his throat.

"Not on purpose! You didn't know! Cuz I didn't say! Jesus. All I do is talk, all of the fucking time, but I couldn't say the most important thing. And then Jake was writing his fucking number on your hand it was too late." Eddie shakes head, sighs deeply, and then turns to Steve with a smile that looks like it's half a grimace of pain. Steve nods.

"But here I am."

Eddie bites his lip, nods back.

"Here you are." Eddie says.

"Not with Jake." Steve says. Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve snorts.

"Can we never say that name again. I already hate it." Eddie grumbles.

"Fine with me. He is a regular though." Steve says, shrugs, pulls some grass out of the ground and drops it on Eddie's thigh. Eddie watches him move it around with his finger, pushing it into a pile on his leg.

"I'll burn his house down." Eddie whispers, still watching Steve. Steve barks a laugh and brushes the grass off Eddie's leg.

"Very dramatic." He says, fondly.

"Too strong? I could just steal his VCR. Don't need to rent movies if you don't have a VCR." Eddie says, his fingers moving to settling on Steve's wrist. Steve chuckles again, shakes his head, then stares at Eddie.

"I honestly can't tell if you're joking, so please don't steal anything from him." Steve moves his hand, turns it and slides it up into Eddie's, their fingers wrapping around each other, Eddie makes a weird little face, holds their hands up into Steve sightline, and then he's smiling.

"Looks like I already did." He shrugs, and Steve is about to laugh again, or roll his eyes, when Eddie presses a kiss to the back of his hand. It sort of takes Steve's breath away.

"I said I love you because that's how I feel. Okay? You believe me?" Eddie asks, his brow furrowed as he stares at Steve. And Steve remembers telling him about what happened with Nancy,  remembers how Eddie had hugged him. Wonders if he loved him them. Or before that? Or after.  But it doesn't really matter, because he loves him now. And Steve watches Eddie's thumb move soothingly over his hand, and knows Eddie means it. Feels that he does. So he nods, drags Eddie's own hand to his lips and kisses it, like Eddie had done.

"I love you too." Steve whispers into his skin. Eddie's free hand is at his chin then, tilting his head just so,

"I know." Breathed against his mouth, and then the softest press of lips before Eddie is leaning away just enough to breathe between them.

"Now look away, cuz I'm about to inhale this entire box of chocolate covered cherries." He whispers, his lips brushing Steve's again as he laughs into Eddie's mouth.

He does actually eat the whole box. Well, almost the whole box. He lets Steve have one, sinks his teeth into it as he holds it in his mouth and dares Steve to take it. And Steve's never been one to turn down a dare. Especially if it's sweet.

And Steve is quickly learning, there's nothing quite as sweet as candy covered Eddie kisses.

[jk-unless]

Steve’s Broken Libido

Pairing: Poly!Steddie x Reader

Plot :You and Eddie are hot as hell and Steve is suffering the consequences

Sounds a lot more suggestive that it actually is.Lots of sex talk,but no actual smut.Took me forever to finish this because I’m a master procrastinator, but I hope you enjoy! xx

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Steve Harrington isn’t necessarily a horny guy.Sure he used to sleep around a lot in high school,but he’s calmed down tremendously since then.Around you and the dnd playing metalhead,though?Completely different story.

You and Eddie have been going steady for a little over a year now and Steve has recently joined your relationship.Steve truly couldn’t be happier about it even if he tried.He’s be pining after you since his sophomore year (your freshman year) and his feelings for Eddie are a newer edition but just as strong.Surprised couldn’t even begin to truly express how he felt when the two of you told him that you guys felt the same way.He literally stood there mouth agape,unconsciously holding his breath,blinking like an idiot.This made you and Eddie an anxious mixture of confused and worried.Eddie cautiously put a hand out to Steve,placing it on his bicep and squeezing lightly.

“Steve?You alright-“ Without warning,he launched himself at the two of you in a bone crushing hug.It knocked the wind out of you but it made you smile so big your cheeks hurt nonetheless.That was around two months ago and everything has been going pretty smoothly.Except for the fact that everything about you two makes Steve’s pants a little too tight in the front.

It doesn’t take much at all.A little moan slips through your lips when you stretch after hunching over your desk full of homework all night.Eddie manspreads on the couch,trying to get comfortable after a long day of work.Not to mention the two of you are also constantly touching him,kissing him,and wanting his attention.It drives him insane and every touch from you two lights his skin on fire.

It could be blamed on the fact that he hasn’t sleep with literally anyone since being with Nancy.He’s tried a few times with different people since then,but it never really felt right to go past making out.He’s resulted to handling his problem by himself,but it’s hardly satisfying when the two of you are right there.

The whole situation makes Steve feel kinda sleezy.Yes,it’s completely normal to be sexually attracted to your significant other(s).That being said,your relationship is still so new.The two of you told him you loved him for the first time just a week ago!

Steve’s decided that the solution to this problem is to avoid prolonged physical contact with the both of you.Quick hugs and kisses were fine but cuddling and/or making out?Absolutely off limits.He knew this wasn’t the best way to go about things,but it was the only thing he could think of to do.

The plan was put into action the morning after he thought of it.This was immediately made more difficult by the fact that you and Eddie slept over last night and were now cuddled up nice and snug on top of his chest,shallow breathing and content faces indicating the two of you were still deep in slumber.

Steve felt like dropping the original plan right then and there.All he wanted to do was to hold the two of you tightly in his arms and kiss the both of you awake like he usually does.He instead began to very carefully move the two of you off of him so that he could head to the bathroom to get ready for work.He had successfully got out of bed,was even able to go brush teeth,wash his face,and run a hand through his hair a couple times in the bathroom mirror.He quietly returned to his room,quickly getting dressed while making as little noise as possible.He grabbed his shoes and was heading for the door when he heard his boyfriend’s incredibly hot groggy morning voice.

“Babe?” Eddie mutters while trying to wipe the sleep out of his bleary eyes.’Oh God he’s so fucking pretty’ Steve thinks.The sleepy boy’s hair is fanned across his shoulders,his bun coming out at some point during the night.Eyes and lips puffy from a long slumber.His chest is completely bare,always opting for sleeping with no shirt rather than with one.

After wiping the sleep from his eyes,Eddie realizes his flustered boyfriend has being staring at him.He smirks “Whatcha staring at,pretty boy?”Steve quickly averts his eyes when he’s questioned about it.”Nothin’.Go back to sleep babe,I’m just heading to work.”Before Eddie could say another word,Steve runs out of his room.Skipping a few steps as he ran downstairs to get to the front door quicker.Steve briefly thinks about how he’s being absolutely ridiculous.Despite this,he gets in his car and starts his route to work ten minutes early to avoid his significant others anyway.

There hasn’t been many times where Eddie was more confused than he was right at that moment.His boyfriend just quite literally booked it out of his own room,no goodbye kisses for either him or their girlfriend.You eventually realize the lack of a body in the bed.Opening your eyes, you incoherently asked Eddie where Steve was.“Off to work?” He says like he’s unsure of himself.You give him a confused look and turn to glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

“Ten minutes earlier than usual?With no good morning kisses?” The entire thing was a little off to you.Steve always left for work at the same time each morning,not too late and definitely not too early.Not to mention he always made sure to give you and Eddie a good morning kiss when the two of you would sleep over.

“Yeah I found it weird,too.Maybe he knows they’ll be busy today?” Eddie offers despite being as confused as you were.You huff and sink back into the covers with your eyes closed.

“I suppose.But busy day be damned,we’re going over there later and getting our morning kisses.”

“No argument here,babe.”

The two of you sleep in for another hour or so,Steve being the only one who had work that day,then eventually decided to get up,dressed,and head to Steve’s place of employment.Unbeknownst to you two,Steve was venting to Robin about how the two of you were driving him crazy.Robin stayed quiet and let him ramble on about his horniness while she stocked the shelves.Once he was finally finished,Robin simply turned to him with a deadpan expression.

“You are an absolute idiot.”

Steve sighs and rolls his eyes. “Helpful as always.God,I don’t know why I still bother telling you my problems.” He tried to walk away,but the genuine sadness in his voice made Robin feel guilty.She grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her.

“I just…don’t understand what the problem is,Steve.Like have they told you they don’t want to have sex?”

“No it’s just-our relationship is still so new,I’d hate for them to think I was trying to rush them,or that I started to date them just to get in their pants!”

Robin couldn’t help but scoff in shock. “Steve!Eddie and Y/N would be the real idiots here if they actually thought that!And besides,Y/N is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met and,even as a lesbian,I can admit that Eddie is pretty easy on the eyes.It’s only natural that you want to jump their bones.”

Steve takes in what his best friend is telling him then gives her an odd look.”Robin,is there something you want to tell me?”

She simply rolls her eyes and walks over to her unfinished work. “Shut up,Steven.”

As Steve smirks and walks off to find something to do,he looks towards the window to see his two significant others making their way to the shop.He curses under his breath,quickly tells Robin to cover for him,then dips into the back.

“This won’t help anything!”

“It will for now!”

Robin lets out yet another exasperated sigh and puts on a smile for the two of you.

“Hi guys!”

“Hey Robbie!We’re here for our boy.Where is he?” You greeted your best friend then began to look around for the other love of your life.

“Oh he’s um-handling some stuff in the back.Suuuper busy,unfortunately.” Robin stutters,obviously very uncomfortable.You’ve known Robin for pretty long time,so you can always immediately tell when she’s lying.Before you can question her further,though,Eddie beats you to it.

“Buckley,between just the three of us,does he seem a little off to you today?He was acting pretty weird earlier.”

“Uuuh not any weirder than he usually is.I mean,it’s Steve guys.” She laughs nervously.You and Eddie simply share a look,coming to the conclusion that Robin was hiding something and wasn’t gonna be of any help.

“Well thanks anyway,Robin.See ya later.” The two of you walk out of the store defeated and Robin couldn’t possibly feel worse.She calls for Steve to come out.Steve does so,but very carefully.

“How’d it go?”

“First off:please don’t ever make me do that again.Second:you’re making them worried,you bozo!You need to them the truth!”

Steve buries his face in his hands with a groan. “Robin I just explained to you why doing exactly that is so difficult!”

“Listen to me,dingus!It was pretty damn obvious that they know something’s up.The way you’re filling your head up with these crazy assumptions is probably exactly what they’re doing right now too!You need to clear things up before it becomes a real problem.”

Steve pondered on Robin’s words for the rest of their shift and came to the conclusion that she was right.He would hate to make the two of you think that you guys were the problem when the real problem was his hyperactive libido.Later that night after getting off work,and hanging out at Robin’s place for a while to further avoid his problems,he decided to tell the two of you what’s been going on his head.He takes a deep breath,runs a hand through his hair,then finally hop out of the car and head’s to his front door.When he enters,he finds the two of you cuddled up on the couch under a thick blanket.No tv show on or music playing,just laying there talking in hushed voices and enjoying each other’s presence.

Steve’s heart swells at the sight before him.He closes the door quietly as to not startle the two of you and ruin the moment.The two of you jump the tiniest bit anyway,easily startled after certain…events.You both lit up after realizing it was him,and suddenly having both of your attention made him nervous again.He shed his jacket then walked over to the couch,giving his significant others the kisses they had been waiting literally all day for.It was hard to focus on the serious conversation ahead of him as he settled comfortably in the middle of the two of you like he always did.You two cuddled up nice and close to him,pecking his neck and shoulders softly,having missed your favorite guy while he was away all day. The kissing and close proximity had a familiar feeling stirring up in his stomach.

Steve cursed himself and shot up at the realization of what was happening.All his partners were trying to do was have a tender moment with him and he was ruining it with his insatiability.The sudden movement startled you and Eddie to say the least,causing the two of you to share a look then bring your attention back to your obviously distressed lover.You were the first to speak up.

“Stevie…what’s been going on today,huh?You’ve been acting pretty weird.”

“Yeah,babe,you’ve been off since this morning and you’re starting to freak us out a little.Is it something we did?If so,please tell us so we can fix it.”

The sincerity in both of your voices made Steve feel like shit.This was also the moment that he truly realized he blew things way out of proportion.He was literally just horny,and for all he knew: the two of you could be more than happy to help take care of his problem.

He took a deep breath in,slowly exhaling as he sat back in his original spot.He then proceed to spill his guts about what’s been eating him.You and Eddie didn’t utter a single word the entire time,just gave him your completely undivided attention.Once Steve was finished explaining,you and Eddie simple shared a knowing look.

“Stevie, I’d really be concerned if you didn’t want to has sex with me and Y/N.I mean look at us,we’re fucking gorgeous!” Eddie exclaimed with a goofy smile and a grand sweep of his lanky arms making you chuckle.

“If it makes you feel any better,sweet boy,we feel the exact same way!We’re trying to take things nice and slow with you,but you make it real hard sometimes…no pun intended.” You say with your own little grin.

“So…” Steve reaches for one of your hands and one of Eddie’s,both of you quickly meeting him halfway “it doesn’t make you uncomfortable that I feel that…this way?” you glances at you both nervously.

“Steve we will literally fuck you on this couch right now.” Eddie says with a deadpan expression making Steve choke on his own spit.

“Eddie!” You yelled,reaching over to smack the older boy’s arm.

“It’s true though!”

“Well of course it is,but you can’t just say that!”

A/N: Ending this fic abruptly for both comedic reasons and they fact that I can’t think of any other way to

[tikus-library]

"Perfectly, Incandescently"

Avengers AU - Drabble

Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve, Sam

Posted: Feb 21st

WARNINGS: angst, miscommunication (I hope), ANGST, ANGSTTTT, fluff

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@witchygagirl look what you made me do....

Bucky closed his eyes, he knew Steve and Sam were just pulling his leg, good old joking. The thing was that you were too good for him, he knew it, he knew they knew it, he was damn sure you knew it.

"Guys stop."

Sam snorted, "nahh, listen up Barnes, you and Y/N have it hot for each other, you should just stop playing around and get serious."

"Get serious?" He repeated.

"I could tell her you like her," Steve offered.

Bucky made a face, scowling, "don't go telling her that, Y/N'll believe it and then what will I do? She's already around enough." He couldn't stand it, you always came around, chatting up Steve and Sam, eventually making your way to him, calling his name out in the way you did. He couldn't help it but to think that you seemed sweet on him and it didn't help that Sam and Steve were putting things in his head. If he could have a chance with you… it would mean everything.

**

You knew they had stayed behind in the briefing room, they always did, creatures of habit, you giggled to yourself. You had of course offered to take the remaining papers they needed to sign off on, a reason to be there. Lately it seemed that Bucky had become accustomed to having you around, even letting you give him a hug once Sam and Steve wrapped themselves around you, both men dwarfing you, but when you offered Bucky a hug and he carefully wrapped himself around you– fuck if you hadn't been walking on clouds for the remainder of the week.

"I could tell her you like her," you heard Steve say.

You paused, who? Her who? You? Did Bucky like you?! Your stomach fluttered, you stomped it down, maybe they were talking about someone else…

"Don't go telling her that, Y/N'll believe it and then what will I do? She's already around enough."

**

Sam craned his neck as the sound of papers hitting the floor and scattering filtered into the room. Steve and Bucky turned at the sound of your voice cursing.

"Y/N?" Sam called out cautiously.

There was a pause, then they heard you sniffle and poke your head into the door with a large grin in place. Bucky felt his heart drop as you stepped in avoiding his gaze, "hey doll," he started.

You pushed the papers into Steve's hands, "I'm sorry! I just was told to drop these off," you laughed nervously, staring at the ground hard, hands clenched at your sides, nose slowly turning red. "So much to do today!" You hiccupped and felt tears sting your eyes.

"Y/N-" Steve reached out to grab you, Sam making a small tutting sound.

You stepped back quickly, "hey! WOW, look at the time! Excuse me!!"

You wanted to throw up, your stomach turned into knots as you escaped the room, running as soon as you stepped out the door, hands covering your face as mortification swamped you. Had you really been thinking Bucky could like you? And you had thought Sam and Steve were so nice, the whole situation took you straight back to middle school. "Hey, my friend likes you!" "Oh my gawd! NO I DON'T!!" Followed by the ugly laughter and taunting that only cruel kids could offer.

You scrubbed at your face harshly, swallowing an ugly sob, willing yourself to stop when you heard his voice.

"Y/N!!!"

Your chest hurt, panic paramount, scrambling for a place to hide, you jumped into the first door you saw, the janitor's closet. You turned and grabbed the doorknob, willing him to go right by you.

You listened carefully, chest aching as you held your breath to not make a sound as his boots stomped closer and right by your hiding spot. You counted to ten before you let out your breath and sank to your knees still holding the doorknob.

What. The. Ever loving. Fuck?

You let out a small whine, the quietest sob escaping before slapping a hand over your mouth, big wet tears falling.

If ever the universe would answer a prayer right now would be nice, just make you disappear, please? If it would answer a prayer perhaps it could make them forget you ever existed, forget how you thought you were friends and how they saw right through you and made fun of your stupid crush.

The knob turned in your hand and you squeaked as the door flung open, Bucky standing in the doorway.

"Oh, fuck–" he breathed, face and heart crumbling at the sight of you crying on your knees.

COULD YOU NOT CATCH A BREAK?!

You bit down on your lip, attempting to gather yourself, "I- I– I broke my nail and… just girl stuff- mnngh- please excuse me!" You needed to get past him, if you could just get past him you could come up with a reason to go home- you were certain you looked a mess, that would be enough to make your supervisor believe anything you told him. You would figure it out- but you needed to get by him.

"Y/N- what did you hear?"

"OH!" You laughed, nerves fraying as your mind replayed it for you, "Don't go telling her that, Y/N'll believe it and then what will I do? She's already around enough." "I d-didnt…" your heart cracked, "anngh!" You jerked back, flinching, when he reached out to touch you, bumping into the shelves behind you and knocking items to the floor. "I'm so sorry- I don't feel too well Mr. Barnes–"

Bucky flinched at the formal name, it knocked the breath out of him, he never wanted to be Mr. Barnes to you. Not when you smiled at him like that and called him "BUCKY!"

"Please don't-"

It was too much, you couldn't get past him and he wasn't budging, your heart ached and the tears wouldn't stop, "please leave me alone?" You whimpered, unable to look up. "J- just.. go away," you whispered. "It's okay, nobody…" has to know, I'll just disappear.

"You didn't hear everything."

You shook your head, scrubbing at your eyes, why couldn't you stop crying?! Stop, you demanded, you were a full grown adult, adults didn't cry. Not over stupid crushes, certainly not over bullying. You were too old for this.

"You didn't hear that I like you, that you make me nervous, that I never know what to say when you come around. Fucking Sam and Steve always pushing shit– I didn't want you to know I've had this stupid crush on you. I love hearing you sing my name and fuck… I just want you to hug me every day since you did–" his heart ripped into his throat as you cried louder, "Y/N tell me how to fix this? God, please, I can't stand to see you cry!" Bucky felt his eyes stinging as he moved into the closet to wrap his arms around you. He would do anything to stop the heart wrenching sobs that tore out of you.

You shoved at the wall of his chest as he scooped you into his arms refusing to believe what had to be lies. How had you misjudged them? Especially him! You should have known better.

"Please stop!" He begged you, catching your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you punched at his shoulders, using your body to push at him, but he pressed another kiss to your nose, "Y/N, I'm going ta make you fall in love with me, even when your pissed off at me. You'll throw shit at me when we move in together and you'll threaten to divorce me once we get married--"

You hiccupped, stilling as he pressed his lips against your cheek, lips ghosting over your trembling ones as he pressed another kiss to the opposite cheek.

"And you'll only call me Mr. Barnes when you're happy with me," he hoped he remembered that right. Such a dumb movie, but you had loved it.

"You may only call me Mrs. Darcy... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy," you corrected him, fingers toying with his collar, tears slowing.

Bucky grinned as he pressed his forehead to yours, "and you'll be right every time you correct me."

"But you don't like me…" You whispered quietly as you gripped his wrists, you could push him off… he would let you…

Bucky let out a frustrated sigh, "you can think that as long as you walk down the aisle at the end of the day. Make it part of your vows if ya want."

"You planned our wedding without me?" You asked, finally meeting his gaze.

Bucky sighed against your lips, "let me kiss you and we can go over the seating arrangements together?" His heart hammered against his chest as a final tear slid down your cheek and you lifted your lips to his. He tugged you into him, claiming your lips with a desperation that you could only hope to match as his arms sank down around your waist to tug you closer.

"Oh, looks like he fixed it," you heard Sam's relief.

"Finally!" Steve yelled.

Bucky growled as you pulled away, burying your face into his shoulder. "Will you two never stop ruining shit?!"

"Nope."

"Looks like you're stuck with us."

[eddiesbabe95]

We Just Don't Work Part 2

You get up from your bed. "I need to stop," you harshly tell yourself, glancing at your tear-stained cheeks in your vanity mirror. After you kissed him that day in the lake, Eddie was quick to shut down.

"We just don't work," he told you when you both got out of the water. You tried asking him what he meant but his kindness towards you turned to something you had never seen before.

"You don't get it y/n!" He yelled, causing you to jump. Eddie had never raised his voice at you before. You didn't know who this person was before you, and those loving, soft brown eyes had been replaced with dark, hardened eyes you had never seen before.

"We need time, I need time apart," he motions between the two of you and you swear you feel your air being ripped out of your lungs. "I can't do this, I am sorry, but I just can't," he says before grabbing his clothes and heading back to his van.

"Eddie, wait!" you scream, wanting to fix whatever mess you just caused. You don't understand what just happened. Your brain is swarming. When you kissed him, he kissed you back.

He gripped the back of your neck, his grip around your body tightening. Then, like something in him snapped, dropped your entire being into the water and took off towards shore.

It was as if you were a disease, and he couldn't bear the thought of catching you. And it fucking ruined you. You raced after him but were too slow, as he slipped into his van and left you there, stranded at lovers' lake.

And that was the last time you spoke to Eddie Munson, unsure what or why he did or said what he said. All you know is you were left with a broken heart, a broken heart that still loved him with every little piece....

Today, you were heading back to Hawkins. You knew it was going to be difficult. After being gone for 2 years, you felt like a stranger all over again. You've kept in touch with Robin and Steve, your old friends.

They knew you and Eddie hadn't spoken much since you had moved, but they didn't know the exact reasons behind it. You couldn't tell them that you basically fell in love with him, pressed him to kiss you and then lost him.

You didn't have much to move, everything fitting nicely in your Honda Civic's trunk and back seat. You managed to rent a one-bedroom apartment in downtown Hawkins, right next to your new job.

You were now the new bartender at the local pub, The Hideout. "You are going to kill it," Robin tried hyping you up, but it didn't help. As much as you knew bartending couldn't be that hard, you couldn't feel as though the past two years of going to college was wasted.

Your move was pretty easy and basic. You got settled rather quickly, Steve and Robin making sure your kitchen was already pre-loaded with groceries and everything else a girl could need to survive until her first paycheck hit.

And before you felt like you had a chance to breathe, it was your first night at work. The dress code was pretty simple. Something that showed your body off and sold alcohol.

You settled with a low-cut band tee that you had fixed to your own accords. The front of it had been cut into a low v, and the bottom completely torn, making it a crop top. You threw on your best black skinny jeans that hugged your curves perfectly and topped it with your favorite boots.

You let your blonde hair hang down, adding some loose curls, throwing on your eyeliner and mascara and topping your makeup with lip-gloss. You spritzed on your best perfume and headed out.

When you arrived at The Hideout, your boss was eager to show you the ropes. "It's all pretty simple and on the job learning." Kenny, the owner, was an older, nice guy. He wasn't what you expected when you applied.

He didn't make you feel uncomfortable and told you to tell him if any drunks hit on you or anything that you didn't like came your way and he or John, the local bouncer, would take care of it immediately.

"I think I've got it," you assure him. You get behind the bar and get busy. Within 15 minutes, people begin piling in. An hour flies by and you feel like you might actually have the hang of your job.

Kenny comes back behind the counter, gently grabbing your arm. "Hey, I forgot to mention, tonight might get a little more hectic than other nights. Its performance night. Every Tuesday and Thursdays, a local band plays and people come to watch them. If you need extra hands, just holler and I'll do my best," he says to you.

You just nod and get back to work. You look up and the stage and see the band equipment that wasn't there 20 minutes ago and wonder how you didn't see it being placed there to begin with.

You quickly get back to work, not too worried about the band and an older gentleman comes up to the bar. "Miss, can I get two beers please?" His voice scruffy.

You turn around and instantly recognize his face. "Wayne?" You say, giving him a warm smile. "Y/N?" His face warms when he realizes it you. "Well, I'll be damned, where have you been girlie?" He asks you, reaching for your hand. You take it, missing him and his dad like sweetness about him.

"College," you tell him, sure Eddie didn't mention what went down between the two of you. "I'm proud of you, hope you know that. Just wish you didn't up and forget about us Munson's. I know poor ole Eddie was a wreck without you. Never seen that boy so low when you left. Barely left his room for months."

You feel sick.

"But thankfully this here band got him a little more up and Atem." he points towards the stage.

You swallow. No.

No.

No.

No.

This can't be happening. This isn't happening.

"Wayne?" you ask him, stepping back from the bar looking towards the stage as Kenny comes out on stage to announce the band. "Yeah Darling?" Wayne says, looking a little confused but more worried.

"Whose band is playing tonight?" You ask him, already knowing the answer deep down, ready to make your run for the bathroom as soon as the name leaves Wayne's mouth.

You hear Wayne mutter something, but his voice is drowned out by Kenny's voice being blasted into the microphone.

"How is everyone tonight!!! Welcome to the Hideout and tonight we would love to bring onto the stage to perform their original hits, Corroded Coffin!"

You swallow hard, trying to conceal the vomit that is trying to sneak its way into your mouth. Maybe it isn't him. Maybe it's just a coincidence, you think.

But your nerves, and your stomach are twisted like a knife when the all too familiar brown curls walk onto the stage and the lights hit those once brown eyes just right.

You stop breathing. You swear time stops. You feel as though it's just you and him in the room and he takes the microphone. You can feel your heart pounding and you feel an anxiety attack coming on. You want to run to the bathroom, so no one sees you break.

You know if you dart now, he will surely see you. You don't know what to do. Your chest starts to get tight. You can see his lips moving but you can't hear anything. Suddenly, the one thing in the world you wanted to avoid for the rest of your life happens.

Eddie Munson looks directly at you.

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Everything [part six]

[[PART ONE]] [[PART TWO]] [[PART THREE]] [[PART FOUR]] [[PART FIVE]]

Pairing: Robin Buckley/ Female Reader

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 1,376

Summary: Christmas Eve 1985 is spent amongst friends. Cherished, warm memories are made. Chinese food is eaten. Just a short little ending to a story that is so near and dear to my heart.

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Your little band of miscreants was currently sat in Eddie's living room. Iron Maiden played from the speakers when Jonathan walked through the front door, kicking it closed behind him as Steve and Eddie took the takeout bags from his hands.

"Hey," he said quietly to nobody in particular.

Nancy stood from her spot on the couch and walked toward him, a lit joint in her hand. He took it from her and brought the end to his lips without question. He coughed a quiet thanks as Nancy took her spot back on the couch next to Robin, who sat one the middle.

You sat on her other side, one arm over her shoulders as she rested against you. Her eyes were closed as the hit she'd just taken from the joint you were sharing took effect.

Eddie sat in his usual recliner while Steve took the one that Wayne typically used. Jonathan huffed as he sat down on the floor. His back was against the couch, right beside Nancy's calves.

"You wanna squeeze in up here?" Robin asked him.

"'M fine." He grumbled.

"You wanna squeeze in here, big boy?" Eddie asked, raising his hands over his head and shaking his long curls while circling his hips in his seat.

"Fuck off, man." Jonathan laughed as he reached over to smack his leg. "I went out in the middle of a blizzard to bring you your damn dumplings and you wanna fuck around?" He laughed again.

You looked out the window of Eddie's living room. It was certainly snowing, but nowhere near a blizzard. It was only December, after all and everyone knows that the bad snows don't come to Indiana until the middle of January at least.

It was two days to Christmas and you'd all gathered for your annual Christmas get together. Eddie's house had been chosen this year. You smiled to yourself as you looked around at your friends.

But your smile grew when you looked down to Robin, whose head was nestled nicely into your shoulder. She looked so lovely, her sandy hair against the blue of the sweater she'd bought you.

You'd been "official" since that night at the park. Both of you cried as you confessed your feelings to each other under the dim street lights. Looking back, you couldn't help but feel a little silly about the whole thing. But, silly or not, that's how your story started.

You still had to remain pretty low key with your relationship. The Midwest is not the most forward thinking part of the country. The only time you felt comfortable to be yourselves was when you were with your friends, when nobody that could judge you was around. But the two of you had spent countless hours talking about all the places you'd go to once you were able. New York, San Francisco, Paris. Endless trips around the world were planned in hushed whispers. Your own little secret globetrotting adventures.

You looked from your girlfriend up to Eddie, who's chair was situated closest to where you sat on the end of the couch. You felt just a bit emotional when you thought about the night you had told your group about your relationship. You remembered pulling him to the side and quietly thanking him for the night that you told him everything.

"Don't gotta thank me," he told you as he pulled you to his chest in a warm hug. "Freaks gotta have each other's backs out here."

That was also the night he told you the he'd known about Robin's crush on you for a while. It was a shock, to say the least, when he admitted that it was a relief to not have to keep her secret anymore.

"You call me her girl, like, once a week," you giggled.

"Was trying to, ya know" he laughed, pushing his palms together. "Just glad you two finally talked." He told you with a fond smile. You wondered to yourself if he had any idea how special he was to you.

Soon, all the food that Jonathan had brought with him had been passed out to everyone on paper plates. The laughter that filled the small, warm home was music to your ears. It was a special kind of magic to be able to have everyone you love in one place, making the most beautiful memories together. You wished it could be like this always.

Jonathan had brought his nicer camera with him, opting to leave the Polaroid at home. He spent most of the night snapping off pictures. The flash of his camera signaling another memory for someone's scrapbook.

Robin was standing with Steve near the coffee table when Jonathan asked them to pose. You laughed from the kitchen as you watched them do their version of poses. Robin puffed out her cheeks, crossing her eyes while she pulled her ears with her hands. Steve did his rendition of a magazine supermodel photoshoot, turning his back to the camera and pushing his hips out dramatically while looking over his shoulder with a pout on his lips.

"Baby!" Robin called, waking the butterflies in your stomach. She'd been calling you that for nearly four months but it never stopped being the most wonderful sound in the world. You hoped it never would.

She gently pushed Steve away from her as you got closer. Taking your hands in hers she gently moved you, making you take two steps backwards as she looked up at the ceiling. When she was happy with your position she smirked, her eyebrows raising as she looked from you to the ceiling. She's placed you directly under the mistletoe you hadn't even noticed was hanging from the ceiling.

You smiled at her as your hands wrapped around her waist. She leaned into you, her arms finding their usual place around your neck. You pulled her into you, your bodies flush together. You hardly noticed the flash of Jonathan's camera as he snapped a picture of the moment. When Robin broke the kiss you heard a collective "awww" from your friends.

You felt a warm blush crawl over your cheeks as she pulled her arms from you, one hand tracing down your arm to take your hand in hers. She led you back to the couch. You sat down and she immediately made herself comfortable on your lap. You wrapped your arms around her as she put one hand behind your head, her fingers tangling into your hair.

As her fingers danced softly through your hair, you couldn't help but wonder how the picture turned out. You knew that Jonathan would get you a copy after the holidays. But you almost couldn't wait to see it. You'd have to hide it from your parents, obviously. It would spend its days tucked into an old copy of Alice In Wonderland that sat inconspicuously between other books on the shelf in your room. That was the hiding spot for any and all evidence of your relationship.

But you knew that someday, when you were both older, it would be freed. You'd proudly frame the photo and hang it in the living room of the home you'd someday share with Robin. You imagined it as you relaxed into her touch, your body seeming to sink deeper into Eddie's couch. Tonight's picture would be encased in a simple black frame, you decided. You could tuck the Polaroid from Steve's pool party into the corner of it. It would be perfect.

"The girls are cuddlin' again!" Eddie called out, a smile evident in his sing-song voice even though you couldn't see him. Robin's eyes shined as she grinned at you before leaning in to kiss you once more.

"Jealous she doesn't wanna cuddle you?" She asked him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood in the kitchen.

"Nah," he answered. "Never steal your girl, Buck."

She looked back at you, her smile somehow wider. "Yeah," she whispered. "All mine."

And she was right. Not just for tonight. Not just because you were both inebriated. But forever. Everyday. For as long as she would put up with you, you were all hers. And she was all yours. You finally had everything you'd ever wanted.

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