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❝ A Series of Firsts ❞
an oc x oc collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 / @hawkinsglasscloset and myself, part of our Stranger Timeline'verse, written for @ockissweek.
❧ w.c. 3.8k words ❧ warning(s). oc x oc pairing, children of oc x canon pairings, none really ❧ a/n. features Flor and I's fandom children ocs: Joseph "Joey" Hargrove (Billy & Win's son) and Melody Munson (Eddie & Lydia's daughter)
✧✦ First Kiss, Christmas 1997 ✦✧
Joey huffed a laugh. “You don’t think we’re a little old to play house?” he asked, grinning at his best friend.
"We're only nine..." Melody protested. "Eric from drama likes to play house with me," she pouted, feeling a little embarrassed. "What do we play when we're nine?"
Joey frowned, his stomach doing a little flip. “Oh…” he murmured, suddenly feeling jealous. “We can play,” he amended quickly, changing his mind.
"Are you sure?" Melody insisted, looking at him with her big brown puppy eyes and Joey let out a sigh.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he murmured, his cheeks warming slightly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the playroom.
"Okay! So, I'll be the wife, and I'm coming back from working all day as a music teacher!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Uhm, I guess I'll be the husband, and I'm making you some dinner," Joey replied, going to stand behind the kitchen playset.
Melody got a little purse from her pile of toys and pretended to walk into the house. She walked up to Joey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Hello, darling, what are you making us today?" she asked.
Joey blinked, his face warming. “Uhhh-uhm, I’m making lasagna,” he said, grabbing the first little plastic food he saw.
"That's my favorite! You're the best husband in the world," Melody exclaimed, sitting down at the little table nearby, not even noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” Joey said, putting the piece of plastic lasagna on a plate and setting it in front of her with some plastic utensils. “Want some wine to go with that?” he asked, pretending to pour some from the fake bottle.
"Yes, thank you!" Melody took a sip of her 'wine' and pretended to eat her dinner. "I think it's time for us to have a baby! I'm getting old and soon I won't be able to have babies, so we should do it!" she announced suddenly and Joey's eyes went wide.
"What?" he exclaimed. "I-I mean, how would we even... do that?"
Melody frowned for a moment. "I don't know really, but you need to give me a seed and I'll swallow it, then the baby grows in my belly."
"Ohhhh," Joey mused. "I thought there was more to it.... like kissing. That's what my parents do," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Maybe we should kiss, my parents do that as well. I think all married couples do," Melody said, leaning in to press the softest peck to his lips.
It happened to be the moment Joey's father walked past, catching sight of them them through the open door and backed up, trying to stifle an amused laugh. Not wanting to startle them, he knocked instead, leaning casually through the open door. "Hello, you two."
Joey jumped at his dad's voice, his brows leaping up. "Yeah? What is it?" he yelped, quickly pulling away from Melody, definitely not pouting.
"It's dinner time, bud, don't forget to wash your hands," Billy said, opened the door a little more, trying not to smirk.
"Ah... okay," Melody replied, frowning a little.
"Guess we hafta go," Joey mumbled, glancing at her awkwardly.
"We can play again soon," she assured him, taking his hand as they headed to the bathroom sink.
"Okay," he agreed, wondering if she ever kissed Eric from drama class when they played house.
Melody smiled, she'd never ever kissed a boy before, but she didn't want Joey to know that...
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As usual, the children won the war against their parents and they started opening their Christmas presents earlier than midnight. Right after dinner, everyone reunited around the fireplace to open their gifts and drink some tea with gingerbread biscuits.
"Aaaah! We can play doctor now!" Melody exclaimed, looking at her friend's new medical kit with all sorts of colorful tools.
“Yeah! Can we go play, Mom, Dad?” Joey asked, hoping to pick up where they left off.
"Go ahead," Billy nodded, exchanging a look with his wife. "But remember to be careful, playing is only nice when you're both enjoying it..."
"Okay!" Melody exclaimed, following her best friend to her bedroom with her new dolls in hand.
"First it's your turn to be the doctor and my turn to be the patient," Joey said, handing her the doctor's bag. "I think I've broken my arm," he exclaimed, clutching one of his arms to his chest.
"Oh no! Here, I'll put a cast on so it can heal properly," she looked at the fake X-ray and wrapped his arm with one of her scarves "Do you need a kiss to feel better?" she asked, gently kissing the back of his hand.
"Yes, please," Joey said, holding his breath as he waited for her to place a peck to his lips as well.
Melody let out a giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips just as the door was opening, not that she noticed. "You're all better now!" she announced.
Win bit her lip as she watched, her heart warming a little at the sight. "Hey kids," she murmured, knocking a little louder and Joey jumped, his cheeks flushing hotly.
"What Mom?" he exclaimed, practically jumping away from Melody for the second time.
"It's time to head home sweetheart. We'll see Lo tomorrow okay?" she said, ruffling his golden curls.
"Tomorrow you get to be the doctor," Melody said before giving him a hug. "Let's go say bye to everyone."
✧✦ Spin the Bottle, 2001 ✦✧
"I'm not playing," Melody said decidedly when Joey suggested they play spin the bottle at his birthday party.
"What? Why not?" he exclaimed, frowning as he studied his best friend's features as they sat in the backyard. "C'mon Lo, don't be a party pooper," he huffed, polishing off the rest of the soda from his bottle to use.
"But I'm saving myself for David Tennant," she insisted, rolling her eyes.
Lately her parents had started to make little jokes about her dating Joey. They thought it was natural since the two had grown up together as best friends, spending nearly all their time together.
"Isn't he a little old for you?" Joey teased, setting the bottle on the table as the rest of his friends gathered around. He nearly mentioned that he'd already stolen her first kiss, even if they were just kids who didn't really know what they were doing.
"Age is just a number, in five years I'll be eighteen and he'll be... thirty six, it won't make a difference," she said with a shrug, reluctantly joining the others.
"I thought you said you weren't playing?" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I'm not, but I'll watch. I'm not gunna do anything stupid."
Joey frowned, but quickly wiped the sour expression from his face. "Suit yourself," he muttered. "Who wants to go first?"
"Think you should, you're the birthday boy," one of the girls from their class exclaimed, smiling shyly at him.
"Yeah, go for it, Joey!" one of his mates agreed, clapping him on the back.
"Alright, if you insist," he said with a grin, giving the bottle a good spin.
Melody's eyes narrowed when the other girl encouraged him. He was popular and handsome, probably the most handsome boy in their class, all the girls wanted to date him. And while she obviously wasn't interested in dating him herself, she still got angry when those attention seekers would throw themselves at him.
When the bottle finally stopped, it was pointing at her and she froze.
Joey's eyes traveled up from the bottle to Melody and his brows raised.
"You sure you don't wanna play?" he asked, wetting his lips expectantly, hoping she'd change her mind. As much as he liked some of the other girls in their class, there was always something about her that made his heart give a stutter, not that he wanted her to know that--to know the extent of his feelings. After all, she'd made it pretty clear that she only liked him as a friend.
"Fine, I'll play," she mumbled, looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "It's not a big deal, right? It's just a kiss."
"Yeah, no big deal," he repeated faintly, leaning over the table halfway, waiting for her to bridge the rest of the gap.
Melody felt her heart racing the closer she got to Joey. She hoped he couldn't sense it or hear it, because for her it was really loud. She didn't like him in that way... she was so sure of it... but she couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks when their lips finally touched.
Joey's eyes slipped shut as he kissed her, forgetting for the moment that they were in the middle of his party, wishing he could keep kissing her when she quickly pulled away and his eyes snapped open, his stomach dropping like a block of ice had settled there.
She wanted to kiss him more, she couldn't stop thinking about how cute it was when he asked for a kiss when playing house back when they were young. She sat back down and brought her knees close to her chest, feeling like she somehow messed it up.
Joey’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come, and one look at Melody made him feel like he’d messed up big time; he should’ve never made her play.
“Earth to Joey! It’s my turn,” the girl who’d urged him to go first exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and giving it a spin, gasping excitedly when it slowly stopped in front of him. “Looks like we get to kiss,” she said, wearing a giddy grin, and he finally blinked, turning to focus on her.
“Oh, right, okay,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers.
Melody watched and out of nowhere, she felt like she was about to cry. She felt her eyes fill with tears, but she couldn't do that in front of everyone.
"What, Dad?" she called, pretending like she heard her father calling. "I'll be right back, keep going," she muttered, slipping out of her seat to run to her father and far from view, hugging him tightly as she began to sob in his arms.
Joey frowned at his friend’s sudden disappearance, staring after her. He didn’t exactly want to play anymore, but his friends were enjoying themselves, oblivious to his discomfort.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” Eddie exclaimed, squeezing his daughter tight as she sobbed into his shirt. “What happened?” he asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice.
"I don't wanna say it out loud, I'm so dumb! Can we leave?" Melody whimpered quietly.
Nearby, Lydia thought about asking her daughter again what was wrong, saying she could tell them anything, but she knew her husband could handle it, and sometimes tween girls just had to cry and sort themselves out.
“Hey, you’re not dumb,” Eddie murmured, pulling back to wipe her tears with his thumbs. “Are you sure you wanna leave? It’s your best friend’s party,” he said gently.
"Just for a few minutes, we can come back to sing Happy Birthday," she mumbled, sniffling. They lived right next door, so it wouldn't be a problem.
“Okay sweetheart,” he agreed, straightening. “She wants to head home for a sec,” he said quietly to his wife. “I think she just wants to compose herself.”
"Alright, I'll let you guys know when the cake comes out," Lydia smiled sadly, stroking her daughter's dark curls before they crossed to their own yard.
"If I tell you what happened, you and Mum will laugh at me," Melody whispered.
“Never,” Eddie said seriously, shaking his head, his long hair swaying.
"I kissed Joey for spin the bottle, but I was embarrassed so I pulled away and then he looked sad and then this other girl spun and she kissed him and I felt really bad," she exclaimed, her words rushing out before she hid against her father's chest once more.
“Oh kiddo, I’m sorry. Have you considered that you feel bad because you like Joey?” he asked gently, rubbing her back soothingly.
"I don't know..." she murmured, still not wanting to admit it to herself. "I didn't think I should, but I felt weird when I kissed him."
"Weird, how?"
"Weird like... I didn't want it to end."
Eddie chuckled softly. "Sounds like maybe you like Joe more than you think. But you're still young, you never know what's gunna happen," he said, smoothing her hair.
"Hey, is everything alright? I saw you guys leaving. Is Lo not feeling well?" Win exclaimed, hurrying over to check on them.
"Yeah, she started feeling sick and wanted to lay down for a sec," Eddie said.
"You poor thing," Win murmured, patting Melody's shoulder.
"I just have a headache, I'll be out for the cake, Aunt Winnie," she assured her, smiling sadly. "Don't tell Joey, I don't want him to worry."
"I won't, sweetheart, you go rest, okay?" Win said, offering her an apologetic smile.
Melody nodded and sat on the couch with her father, curled up like when she was a little kid. "You're right, we still have time, I guess."
✧✦ Make Out Spot, 2005 ✦✧
"Daaaaad, get the door, it's Joey," Melody yelled from her bedroom as she was getting ready.
"Yeah yeah," Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the couch to open the door. "You know you coulda just come in, like you usually do," he chuckled, stepping aside for Joey to come in.
"Oh, uh yeah, I guess," the young man mumbled, running his hand awkwardly through his golden blonde hair. "It just kinda feels different now that I'm datin' Lo, y'know?" he said and Eddie clapped him on the shoulder.
"You trying to make a good impression or something? Not like we haven't known you all your life," he joked.
"Of course he's gotta make a good impression, I taught him well," Billy chuckled, following his son in.
"A better impression than you made with my dad," Win joked.
"Hey, Joey!" Melody called as she left her bedroom all dolled up for their date.
Many years passed since his birthday party. Well, actually only four and a half, but it felt like much longer.
"Lo!" Joey exclaimed, brightening, his lips pulling into a wide grin. "You look amazing," he breathed.
"Aww look how pretty you two are," Lydia cried, grabbing her Nokia to take a photo.
"So do you!" Melody ran to give him a hug. "We should get going, we'll miss the movie and... all that."
"Yep, see you guys later," Joey called to their parents as he led his girlfriend to the door.
"Can you drive us to that street where nobody can see us?" She whispered.
"Yep," Joey whispered back with a small smirk, opening his car door for her.
Melody got inside and placed her hand on his thigh as soon as he joined her. "I missed you, babe."
"Missed you too," he drawled, grinning at her. "We're not really going to the movies are we?" he asked, pulling away from the curb to head to their usual make out spot.
"Maybe later. There's something I wanna do first..." she smirked, playing with his golden curls.
"Oh? Like what?" he asked, glancing at her as he drove, heat rushing through him at the look she gave him.
"I don't know, just... talk," she whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She slowly dragged her lips along his jaw then down to his neck. "Like that."
"Ohhh, I see," he breathed, swallowing thickly, shifting slightly in his seat against the tightening in his jeans, quickly pulling off the street to park under the flyover where they'd be hidden from view. "I like the sound of that," he said, putting the car in park and turning in his seat to catch her lips.
Melody climbed into his lap while they kissed. She couldn't even imagine how silly she was to ever deny her feelings for Joe. "You're so handsome, I can't deal."
"Aren't you just adorable?" he chuckled, moaning as he pushed his seat back to give her more room, his hands sliding down her back to grasp her ass.
"I love you," she murmured in between kisses. "I'll never waste any time not kissing you again."
“Love you too, beautiful,” he groaned, his lips moving against hers, parting to flick his tongue against the inside of her teeth. “What brought this on?” he asked, catching his breath.
"Just feel like I wasted a long time not kissing you. We could've been kissing for years... but I was stubborn."
Joey chuckled, tucking one of her dark curls behind her ear. “You just had to make me fight for it,” he teased, nibbling at her bottom lip.
"It was pretty cute to watch you fight for it..." Melody admitted. "You're so romantic, I just couldn't resist."
“I always knew I wanted you to be mine,” he whispered, fixing every curve of her face into his memory. “I just had to prove it to you first,” he teased, kissing her deeper. “And it was worth it,” he added, nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers.
"It was," she agreed before wrinkling her nose at him. "You always knew? Even when we were little?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around him.
“Well,” he hesitated, chuckling sheepishly. “At least since that very first kiss, when we were playing house,” he admitted. “It was then I decided I wanted to marry you for real.”
"Awww Joeeey! That's the cutest thing I've ever heard! I told my dad that night that I wanted to be with you... I said some other stuff too, but it's not important."
“What other stuff?” He asked, his brows raising curiously as he tickled her sides, mischief sparkling in his clear blue eyes.
"Well... I said it would either be you or David Tennant, that I wanted to wait and see who would win," she laughed and squealed, squirming in his grasp.
“You little tart!” he gasped, laughing along with her. “I can’t believe I almost lost to him!”
"Naaah he's handsome and really nice, but he's Aunt Blossom's best friend, it would be weird..." she said to wind Joey up as if that was the only decisive factor.
“Oh, that’s the only reason?” he exclaimed, pouting up at her.
"No, silly. You're the one I really like, you're the most handsome, cutest boy to ever exist and I love you. Not anyone else, just you."
His expression softened. “I love you too, Lo, and I always will,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
✧✦ First Kiss as Husband and Wife, 2008 ✦✧
The doors to the venue opened and the sun flooded the open hall. Melody stood there in her white princess dress, arm locked with her father's.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Billy whispered to his son as they stood at the altar.
“More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen,” Joey breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, emotion catching in his throat and tearing in his eyes.
"Just wait until you have your first baby," Billy chuckled, rubbing his son's shoulders.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, leaning in to whisper in his daughter’s ear.
"Yes, Daddy," Melody nodded as they made their way down the aisle. "This is so much more perfect than I could've wished for."
Joey nearly lost it at the thought, quickly breathing in sharply and blinking the moisture from his eyes as his bride approached him. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
“You deserve it and more,” Eddie murmured, kissing her cheek as they stopped in front of the groom and he reluctantly let her step away from his side.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Melody Charlotte Munson and Joseph William Hargrove, two lovers who have chosen each other since they could understand what love is. Now the bride and groom have chosen to read their own vows," the officiant said, gesturing to the two of them.
Melody took a deep breath, turning to slip her hands in his, her eyes finding his and holding them. "Joey, I've heard that vows are not made to say how much you love someone because they likely already know. Vows are the promises you will keep during the marriage, and I have a few.
"I promise that I'll always leave you the last slice of pizza. I promise to take care of you when you're sick, to hold your hand when something scary is coming. I promise to never let you forget how much you matter to me and how handsome you are. I promise to be there on the bad days and good days, fighting or celebrating. Every moment from now on, it'll be us, just us," Melody said, smiling warming at him, her heart in her throat.
Joey’s lip trembled softly as he fought not to break down, his chest aching with affection and he squeezed her hands, looking into her eyes. “And I vow to always be there for you whether you need me or you wanna be the strong one. I promise to always make you feel beautiful and know that you’re loved, even if we’re fighting. You’ve always been my best friend and I want us to always be friends as well as lovers,” he said, taking a steadying breath as his voice nearly wavered.
The Officiant nodded, smiling as she turned back to Melody.
"Melody Charlotte Munson, do you take Joseph William Hargrove as your husband to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she said, sliding the wedding ring onto his finger.
"Joseph William Hargrove, do you take Melody Charlotte Munson as your wife to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he exclaimed, his face breaking into a beaming smile as he slipped her ring onto her finger. "Does this mean I can finally kiss her?" he asked, flashing the officiant an eager grin.
"I now declare you husband and wife. Go ahead, you may kiss the bride," she chuckled.
Melody let out a little scream and jumped into her husband's arms, kissing him as if it was the first time. Joey smiled against her lips, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back. He barely registered the cheers and applause from the audience as they embraced.
"Finally..." she breathed. "Mr. Hargrove, I love you."
“What a coincidence, I love you, Mrs. Hargrove,” he replied, pressing his forehead to hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to be able to call you that,” he chuckled.
"Now we get to play house for real!" she whispered. "And maybe later we can play some other interesting games..."
Joey smirked. “Now that sounds like fun. I’d love to hear what you have in mind,” he drawled, stealing another kiss before turning to wave at their friends and family.
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Masterlist III | COMPLETED
Finished: June 7, 2024 [12:27 PM CDT] *= Slightly NSFW/NSFW Masterlist I Masterlist II Masterlist IV
I Am Not Okay with This
Stanley Barber
Stanley Barber Headcanons Late Night Calls Backseat Driving*
Stranger Things
Mike Wheeler
My Sweet Valentine I Loathe You [Mike's POV]* Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Mike Wheeler Headcanons Brother's Best Friend*
Lucas Sinclair
My Sweet Valentine
Jane 'Eleven' Hopper
My Sweet Valentine Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Eleven
Maxine 'Max' Mayfield
My Sweet Valentine
Billy Hargrove
My Sweet Valentine
Steve 'The Hair' Harrington
My Sweet Valentine Mean Little Boy I'm in Love with You
Nancy Wheeler
My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons
Robin Buckley
My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons
Johnathan Byers
Johnathan Byers Headcanons
IT
Richie Tozier
Richie Tozier Headcanons
Karate Kid
Daniel Larusso
Daniel Larusso Headcanons*
The Umbrella Academy
Five Hargreeves
I Can't Lose You Sick Reader
The Goldfinch
Boris Pavlikovsky
Run Away Boris NSFW Headcanons* Injured Reader Mean! Boris Headcanons You're so Drunk*
Theodore 'Theo' Decker
Run Away Theo Decker Headcanons
Celebrities/Influencers
Matt Sturniolo
Matt Headcanons
Blue Beetle
Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes
Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes Headcanons
The Turning
Miles Fairchild
Miles Fairchild SFW/NSFW Headcanons* No Where 2 Run* Reader is Sick School is a Bore [PT 2 of School Girls] Made into a Woman* [Pt 3 of School Girls & School is a Bore] She's the Only Girl I wanna Love* [Pt 2 of Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck] Soft Schoolboy Headcanons Maid of the Rich Kind Nanny! Reader* Stalker 2 Be
Ben 10
Ben Tennyson
Yandere! Ben Tennyson Headcanons
Clone High
I Am Not a Clone Series
Where the Fuck am I? [Part 1]
Fear Street
Christine 'Ziggy' Berman
Christine 'Ziggy' Berman Headcanons
Nick Goode
Nick Goode Headcanons
Rick & Morty
Morty Smith
Morth Smith Headcanons Evil Morty Headcanons
Scooby Doo
Fred Jones
Fred Jones Headcanons Fred Jones Mystery Inc Headcanons
Hex Girls
We're the Hex Girls & We're Going to Put a Spell on You
Corpse Bride
Emily the Corpse Bride
Yandere! Emily Headcanons
Young Sheldon
Georgie Cooper
Georgie Cooper Headcanons
When You Finish Saving the World
Ziggy Katz
Yandere! Ziggy Katz Headcanons Jealous! Headcanons
We Are Who We Are
Fraser Wilson
Fraser Wilson Headcanons
Shazam
Freddy Freeman
Freddy Freeman Headcanons
Game of Thrones
Daenerys Targeryan
Male! Daenerys Targeryan Headcanons
Ghostbusters
Trevor Spengler
Jealous Headcanons
Don’t Tell a Soul
Joey
Joey Headcanons
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Rodrick Heffley
Crazy Party What if Rodrick was Jealous?
Wednesday
Wednesday Addams
I Don't Love You Singing my Love [Pt 2 of I Don't Love You] I Know You Got Issues & I Do Too [Male! Wednesday Addams] Male Wednesday Headcanons +drabble
Spiderman
Gwen Stacy
Gwen Stacy Headcanons
Scream
Stu Macher
Stu Macher Headcanons*
Batman
Dick 'Richard' Grayson
Save Me, Baby
Damian Wayne
Superboy vs Robin Damian Wayne Headcanons Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]
Barbara 'Batgirl' Gordon
Barbara Gordon Headcanons
Tim 'Red Robin' Drake
Tim Drake Headcanons
Superman
Jon Kent
Superboy vs Robin Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]
Clark 'Superman' Kent
Superman Headcanons
Lolirock
Iris
Genderbend Iris Headcanons
Shrek
Arthur Pendragon
Arthur Pendragon Headcanons
Kim Possible
Kim Possible
Schoolboy Crush
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Jessica Rabbit
Jessica Rabbit Headcanons
Mario
Princess Peach
Princess Peach Headcanons
Princess Rosalina
Princess Rosalina Headcanons
OC
Prince Alexander
Yandere Prince Headcanons
Ace
Grumpy x Sunshine Headcanons
Nightmare on Elm Street
Glen Lantz
Touch Me
That's Not My Neighbor
Francis 'Milkman' Mosses
Milkman Headcanons*
Goofy Movie/ An Extremely Goofy Movie
Max Goof
Max Goof Headcanons He was a Skater Boy
The Lion King
Kovu
Kovu Headcanons
Beetlejuice
Astrid Deetz
Astrid Deetz Headcanons
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
'Leo' Leonardo
Leonardo Headcanons
'Donnie' Donatello
I Do Not Like You
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Oranges
EDDIE MUNSON X MALE READER
Summary: This HAS to be Eddie's year.
Content Warnings: (Spolier) Character Death
Other Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Male Reader
AUTHOR NOTE(S):
Fuck ya'll for making it cringe to like eddie
On other, more important notes, some background info and sincere warnings for ya:
This scene takes place s4 era. Reader graduated last year (s3) currently 18 going on 19. Felt like this was important to note given that our dear little failure here is a grown ass man and it'd be a tad bit strange to pair the little fucker with a highschool student.
Reader works as an intern at the school, hence, Eddie Munson.
Could possibly turn into a series (I have big dreams and not enough energy)
For those of you who have NOT seen s3, you will get spoiled by the end of this little thang so yk proceed with caution or wtv
Ummmmm
Oh right so, I know it says x Reader but this scene was in fact written with the intentions of putting an OC into the series. So for now, you're Joey.
That's it 🫶
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"No- No! See? This is- 'and it is'. Use an adverb to explain the connection and create... emotion. "
Eddie sinks in his own posture and slides a hand over his face, knocking his fringe sideways and out of the way. They have been at this for a while, and he's had enough. "You're not connecting the dots like I'm connecting the dots. "
"Those are literally dots. " Joey gestured towards the piece of paper that sat between them, littered with penmarks, of Eddie's choosing. He couldn't quite decphier why the man was lazily scratching the paper with color in certain areas. He peered closer at the margin on the left, words written across the blank surface that seemed made up. "How are you gonna connect something that wasn't written... this is an argumentative essay, Eddie. You're not allowed to just make up facts. " He wants to jab those pens underneath his eyelids. "What're all these marks for?"
"Alright, say, say this little orange, " Joey watches Eddie move his pen towards the tiny round doodle with squinted eyes, "what if it was in an orange?"
He's going to fail this.
Joey stares at the man unimpressed. "I've been sitting here trying to teach you how to write an arugmentative analysis on an article for the last hour, and you're drawing oranges on your paper?"
"With faces!" Eddie counters, pointing his orange pen– Joey's orange pen in the opposites face.
Joey snatches the pen from his hand abruptly and drops it, clattering down and across the wooden floor.
The pair of them have only gotten so far in this session of teaching. 'This session' being 1.5 hours, and Eddie had yet to pick up on the technique Joey had used to teach himself the tricks and secrets to these things years ago. Though, maybe he was giving him too much credit. The way the doe eyed mans head tilts to the side when he goes to the page and scans the lines for his answer seemed too much to bear.
They're in his trailer, surrounded by textbooks on the table that once belonged to Joey. This place, now that their studying system wasn't some figment of Joey's imagination brought to life, was a lot messier than he'd have liked it. But Munson came first.
Eddie wasn't dumb. Far from it, really. But in this moment he was. Maybe not, if you don't count the fact he wasn't listening. For the last hour. Or two. Joey definitely couldn't count because that sounded too depressing and he really did need to rethink his strategy.
"Sometimes doing homework is like sticking a fork in an electric socket. "
Nancy's words, not his, but either way he believes that now as well.
Joey stared at the older man's frame as he lay with his back against the rug on the carpet, eyes closed, another pen, teal, or at least the closests thing to it, hanging out of his mouth and some paper resting next to the upper half of his body.
"Eddie. "
"Yes, kind sir?" He quickly gets up, the second he hears his voice. He rests his arms on top of the surface of the round coffee table. "I'm totally paying attention, go on. "
Joey manages a breath before he rips the pen from Eddie's mouth and places it aside. Eddie gaped like a fish for a few moments too long and then took his pen back.
"You can't draw oranges in an analysis essay, please pay attention. "
Joey can feel his hair stand on end when he turns back to the English work.
"Yeah but hear me out, everyone is an orange. "
Joey's eyes flee back up to the man. "Eddie–" He protests.
"Just..." The man's mouth opens and a hint of an apology graces his soft facial structure but is soon replaced by his stubborn stance, his leg jolts slightly with his arms as he pushes his palms forward to the table. "C'mon. I'm smart, right?"
"...Yes?"
Eddie smiles triumphantly. His hair, resting in beautiful knots beside his ears. "Think about it. " He puts a finger up to his temple, tapping it twice. "People are oranges, and each orange is unique. Alike, but totally different. Maybe the ones with the nugget are rotten, or they taste more bitter or whatever. But someone likes 'em–"
"For their orange flavour?"
"Orange flavour. " Eddie grins at him. Joey has his suspicions about that grin.
"Sure, Ed. " He picks up his pencil and twists it around. "Now sit down. " He deadpans, eyes scanning the book passage in front of him.
Nonetheless, Eddie prevales. "You're my favorite orange. "
Joey gives him a look, his features remaining blank but there's a strange– almost longing tension to his jaw.
"You know why?" He drags out the last word while simultaneously circling the others nose with the orange pen he'd reterived without notice before giving the tip of the mans nose a prompt 'boop!'. "Because. "
A pause. Longer than Joey would have liked.
"..What?"
His eyes trace down his face.
"You're bigger. "
"Bigger?" He stares down the man incredulously. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means–!" Eddie's eyes turn back into his and he smiles coyly, "that you give me bigger... biggaaa— heart boners. Every time we are alone. Y'know? Just us. " He pauses to watch the anger burning in the others eyes, "You... bein' all tall and broad and... strong. "
The end of his sentence is like a purr but it lacked the proper 'o' sound to make the word seductive. –The ridiculous flexing didn't do much to help him either.
"Heart boners?" Joey cracks a smile, unable to keep his face muscles strewn tight. "Jesus. Shut up. "
"We could play house. I wouldn't mind being a house wife. " Eddie tucks his hair behind his ear, sitting pretty. His eyes reflect a perverse joy.
In turn, Joey rolls his eyes, teeth peaking out from beneath his lips. "Analysis first –then you can cook and clean for me all you want. "
Not a minute later does Eddie get on his knees before lunging forward, throwing his arm around his shoulder and ruffling the brunettes hair. Joey struggles, laughter spilling out in unsteady puffs of air. "Hey, what the hell is your problem?!"
Eddie let's him loose after a few more moments of struggle and the sight Joey offers makes him beam. "It's nice to see you smile. " He admits. "You've been all, edgy, lately. "
Once again, it's always so very easy to lose this man's train of thought with simple distractions such as putting his hair up in a high bun and pushing stray strands behind his ears.
"Used to be all kind smiles and doe eyes. "
Somethings got to give.
"Ever since the mall fi–"
"Didn't realize you paid so much attention to me, Eddie. " He interrupts.
"Well, you just make it so hard not to. " Eddie grins widely at him, his eyes practically twinkling.
Eddie tries not to get too sore over things. Least of all with Joey. Especially since he's got a knack for tip toeing his way out of things himself. Today isn't the day for that, apparently. Because Eddie isn't having it. Which is annoying.
"Look, " he tries again, "I'm not saying you have to –ya know? Say anything. You've just been different...than before. "
That much he knows, Eddie's always noticed things. Because that's who he is and all the time he spent to by himself over the course of his many highschool years has taught him to be an observer, and it just so happened that he had the knowledge to tell when and how things were off.
But there was always something about the way the brunette carried himself, stiff on his feet and jittery like a trapped mouse, no one gave it much thought.
Not even Eddie really.
"You didn't even know me before, Eddie. " Joey's looking at the man with tired eyes, he wonders where his reasoning is coming from. Had they talked more? And how did he manage to create this image of him into a person he had no inkling of a memory towards?
"Hey, I beg to differ. " Eddie counters, "I've known you for like..." He counts on his fingers, recalling he was supposed to garduate two years before Joey. "Six years!"
Joey scoffs. "And out of all those years, we've only had a real conversation in these past few months. "
Eddie goes a little quiet after that.
"So you can wipe that memory of... whatever you have in your head. " His chest swells with an unwelcome pain and he holds his breath.
The man doesn't waver. "Thats not how this works. " His brows furrow, etching serious lines into his forehead. "I've seen you. You've changed since then. "
"No I haven't. " Joey's gaze flickers towards the man, eyes stern but deep within them stir the turbulent anger Eddie had become quite familiar with his whole life.
"You have. " Eddie continues. "Your laughs not as loud, " He gestures vaguely towards the brunettes chest. "You seem more sad than, -than you usually are? Is what I mean..."
Eddie draws his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down nervously.
"Eddie, just drop it. " He's turning in his place, pulling one foot beneath him on the floor as his butt brushes the fabric beneath his thighs.
Eddie goes silent but for only a few minutes because without much reluctance he's lifting the forgotten orange pen from the wooden floorboard again and twirling it between his fingers.
"...Joey. " He says softly after a few long moments. "This town's shitty. "
And if he'd said this to the man about a year ago, he wouldn't have agreed. But now, he feels like he's being stabbed in the chest at the mere sight of it.
Eddie, himself, makes him forget sometimes. The bad and all it's misery.
He's not all that happy about that.
Not as much as he should be. Would've been.
"You know, I'm here. " Eddie leans in a bit, in hopes his friends words along with his guts may spill right out from him, "As much as you are for me with these–" He lifts one from the table before promptly letting it fall from his fingertips. "shitty textbooks. "
Joey swallows roughly, the lump in his throat straining but after a few seconds, he can't help it.
He lets out a long sigh, containing himself all in one breath. "I knew someone..." He starts slow and doesn't seem keen on finishing.
"In the mall fire?"
A huff this time. "Yes– the mall fire. " It felt funny to adress it as such. A false statement.
He feels tense all over, skin rubbing against the denim pants he wore like sandpaper against dry wood.
"My friend–" He pauses to scoff. "If you could even call the asshole that. " And of course, he's still trying to conceal it, the fact that those months apart had been the worst months of his life.
Billy. Fucking, Hargrove. Who would've thought he'd end up on his mind so often?
"He– passed. " The words come out heavy, sitting cold on his tongue and tasting bitter when the admission leaves him. "In the fire. "
Bullshit. Fucking fire. Really?
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#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x male reader#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x male reader#billy hargrove x reader#oc#oc x stranger things
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LOOKING FOR DEAD BY DAYLIGHT ROLEPLAYER(S), Hey there! 18+ they/them writer here who loves the Dead by Daylight setting/universe and would be intrigued to write with someone who's also interested in the franchise/lore/etc.
— CCxCC only (OCs with friends only) — M×M preference, F×M experience (can try FxF with friends) — multi-para / literate, 3rd person- 2-3 paragraphs or 4-7 depending on the day. we can do short forms for quick interactions but I generally prefer detailed responses — I only write on Discord with Tupperbot — NSFW / Dark topics welcome (comes with the setting), open to smut but I would rather develop character dynamics/the plot first, — NO underage writers or characters, 18+ only — I LOVE plotting and discussing headcanons/AUs, doubling up and the like are encouraged! please, don't make me feel like I'm talking to a wall. — I like to chat OOC, I try to check in daily but can get busy CHARACTERS: Steve Harrington, Frank Morrison (Legion), Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Joey (Legion), Philip Ojomo (Wraith), Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Tommy Hagan, The Demogorgon CAN TRY / INTERESTED: Dwight Fairfield, Jake Park, Renato Lyra, Ji-woon Hak (Trickster), RE-VAMPED Danny Johnson (Ghostface), Feng Min, Quentin Smith, Kazan Yamaoka, Evan Macmillan (Trapper) I'm also interested in the RE characters such as Leon, Carlos, Wesker, and Chris but I have yet to learn... I'm not familiar with the franchise sadly :') AUs such as Flayed!Steve (Killer) and Survivor!Frank are some of my faves, love both Killer x Survivor and same-side pairings. Currently in the mood for some Killer!Eddie x Steve shenanigans, Flayed!Steve shenanigans, Ghostface shenanigans, Frank, Billy or Jonathan... yeah, I'm really into Stranger Things. React to this message if you're interested!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA ✨
hi hello omg babe happy birthday!!! i got it 12 am on the spot lol look at me go! anyways, i know we have been friends for almost a year now, but i honestly feel like it’s been so much longer. in just a short amount of time, you have been one of the few people that have been there for me no matter what and i cannot thank you enough for that! you are my sassy, adopted mother and i am so fortunate to have you in my life! thank you for being a wonderful friend and i hope you enjoy your gift! ( p.s. i lied about that gifset thingy i told you about the other day lol this was what i was working on instead )
@freakingbradleys
#ocappreciation#allaboutocs#gabriela corona#brooke holliday#evelyn bishop#joelle sommers#astrid grimsdottir#kaitlin keller#mackenzie petite#silver hargrove#friends ocs#my edits#joey's bday gifts#amanda tag#I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE THIS MAKES YOUR ENTIRE DAY
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Materialist / Rules
Hi! I'm Soulariarym, I write for all things horror, video games, Really anything that peaks my interest, feel free to request anything but please read the rules, what I'm comfortable with.
One Shot Requests: Closed
Head Cannon Requests: Open
Matchups: Closed
What I will write
Nsfw
Sfw
Romantic Relationship
Non romantic
Fluff
Comfort
Angst
Gore/Violence
Any kinks besides listed in the “won't write” section
Heterosexual content, any lgbtq+ Content
X Reader, Character x Character
head cannons
One Shots, Stories (I don’t do stories for requests, only if its a story I personally wanna write, sorry!)
Match ups (please include what fandom you’d like a matchup with, if you request from a fandom I don’t write for I will ignore your request,Include your hobbies, looks, interests, sexuality. If your sexuality isn’t in your description I’ll match any gender, for dead by daylight please include survivors or killers or both)
Poly relationships
What I won’t Write
Non Con
Pregnancy / breeding kink
Alpha / Beta / Omega roleplay
Characters who are pedos, rapists
Incest
Ageplay
Urolagnia / Coprophilia
Necrophilia / Anything related to dead animals
homophobia / Transphobia
Character x Oc
Change characters sexuality if they’ve been confirmed lgbtq+
Who I write for:
Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers
Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis)
Jason Voorhees
Michael Myers
Chucky non doll form ( Charles Lee Ray, Nika Pierce)
Tiffany Valentine
Pyramid Head
Amanda Young
The Hell Priest (Pinhead)
Thomas Hewitt
Pennywise (Clown, Human Form)
Kurt Kunkle
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
001,Peter Ballard (Human form, Vecna)
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley (Only WLW)
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Jim Hopper
Joyce Byers
Karen Wheeler
Billy Hargrove
Dmitri Antonov
Dead By Daylight Survivors
(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)
Dwight Farefield
David King (Only MLM)
Nea Karlson
Feng Min
Claudette Mural
Jake Park
Quentin Smith
Jeff Johansen
Jane Romero
Yui Kimura
Felix Ritcher
Yun-Jin Lee
Leon S Kennedy
Dead By Daylight Killers
(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)
Ghostface (Danny Johnson)
Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)
Philip Ojomo (The Wraith)
Max Thompson (The Hillbilly)
Sally Smithson (The Nurse)
Michael Myers (The Shape)
Anna (The Huntress)
Amanda Young (The Pig)
Frank, Joey, Susie, Julie (The Legion) *no nsfw for susie*
Adris (The Plague)
Caleb Quinn (The Deathslinger)
Pyramid Head (The Executioner)
Jiwoon Hak (The Trickster)
And That's it! I'll probably add more as I discover new things, Don't be shy to request anything. I don't bite.
Materialist
(If the character didn’t originate from dead by daylight they’ll be listed under where they originated from)
Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers
( guys I’m working on it pls I’m new to this 🥲)
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temp muse list:
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS
BAILEY SCOTT (the 100) (fc: maya hawke)
BARRY DARNELL (stranger things oc) (fc: logan miller)
CANDY CARTER (stranger things) (fc: erin sanders)
CHRISSY BECKETT (yellowjackets) (fc: sydney sweeney)
DOLLY JAMES (fandomless) (fc: maya hawke)
DRAVEN VALENTINE (ahs coven/apocalypse) (fc: max green)
ELLIE BECKETT (yellowjackets) (fc: sydney sweeney)
EMMY CARTER (stranger things) (fc: sheri moon zombie)
FLYNN MYERS (fandomless) (fc: joe keery)
KATIE DARNELL (stranger things) (fc: olivia welch)
LENNON MADDOX (fandomless) (fc: alycia debnam carey)
LISA SLADE (stranger things) (fc: scout taylor compton)
LYRIC MCCALISTER (yellowjackets) (fc: nicholas alexander)
MARS NEWMAN (yellowjacket) (fc maya hawke)
MAX SLADE (stranger things) (fc: timothée chalamet)
ROWAN TAYLOR (twd/ftwd) (fc: odessa a'zion)
SHELL EMERY (siren) (fc: maya hawke)
STARLA MYERS (fandomless) (fc: natalia dyer)
SKYLAR JONES (fandomless) (fc: maya hawke)
WISTERIA LACHLAN (ahs coven/apocalypse) (fc: maya hawke)
CANON CHARACTERS
ALICE CANADY (yes, god, yes | 2020 movie)
AMY ANDERSON (adult world | 2013 movie)
BELLE WALKER (amityville: the awakening | 2017 movie)
BROOKE THOMPSON (ahs | s9 1984)
CHET CLANCY (ahs | s9 1984)
JIMMY DARLING (ahs | s4 freak show)
MADISON MONTGOMERY (ahs | s3 coven)
MAGGIE ESMERELDA (ahs | s4 freak show)
CASEY GARDNER (atypical)
BRYNN MCNALLY (broken things | novel | lauren oliver fc: sophie thatcher)
NANCY LEFEVRE (chambers)
HEATHER WATKINS (fear street 1994 | 2021 movie)
ALICIA CLARK (fear the walking dead)
MADISON CLARK (fear the walking dead)
JOEY DEL MARCO (grand army)
CHLOE PRICE (life is strange) (animated or live fc: sophie thatcher)
LENA HALOWAY (delirium books | lauren oliver fc: emma roberts)
MAX CAULFIELD (life is strange) (animated or live fc: maya hawke)
RACHEL AMBER (life is strange) (animated or live fc: emma roberts)
JO MARCH (little women novel & movie | mainly modern verse)
RAY HALL (panic)
TRENTON WALKER (rooms | novel | lauren oliver fc: dylan arnold)
BROOKE MADDOX (scream the series)
JILL ROBERTS (scream 4 | 2011 movie)
KURT KUNKLE (spree | 2020 movie)
BILLY HARGROVE (stranger things)
CAROL PERKINS (stranger things)
STEVE HARRINGTON (stranger things)
TAMMY THOMPSON (stranger things) (canon based oc)
LEXA (the 100)
EDDIE ‘RAGMAN’ WEINBAUER (trick or treat | 1986 movie)
FRANKIE CROYDEN (tuff turf | 1985 movie)
BECKY MONROE (when the streetlights go on | 2020 movie)
JACKIE TAYLOR (yellowjackets)
EXCLUSIVES:
BEN MILLER (escape room 1&2 | 2019 movie)
CHARLES LEE RAY / CHUCKY (childs play)
SHANE MCCUTCHEON (the l word/generation q)
TATE LANGDON (ahs | s1 murder house)
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OC This Month (June)
Under the cut because once again there are a lot of wonderful OCs out there at the moment. This is going to be the last of these that I do for a while. From now on, all OCs that belong to other people can be found under ‘the Other People’s OCs’ tag; I’m going to try making a monthly tag as well, and post a reminder about both of these at the end of month’s instead... Hopefully.
Also, if I haven’t asked already, can I please be added to tag lists for everything if you have one?
@freakingbradleys: OBX OC Leah; The Society Laurie.
@starcrossedjedis: Star Wars OC Cassia; Star Wars OCs Nyka’a and Jaren; Primeval OC Ellie.
@papergirlverse: Downton Abbey OC Louise; Legends of Tomorrow OC Alex; DC OC Alfie; Game of Thrones OC Jeyne; Star Wars OC Jainia; The 100 OC Maria; Teen Wolf OC Rebecca; The Originals OC Mikayla; Marvel OC Nik.
@jewelswrites-ish: Marvel OC Morgan.
@mystic-scripture: Criminal Minds OC Wendy; 6 Underground OC Sophia/Ace.
@peacheydelanhoes: The Vampire Diaries OCs Seo-Yeon and Lucinda.
@ocfanhub: Riverdale OC Abigail; Original OC Wynter.
@thecaillic: Harry Potter OCs Jackson and Hela; Harry Potter OCs Winnie and Lydia; Hogwarts Mystery OC Piper.
@moirei: Harry Potter OC Rue.
@ahsokatonas: Multiple Star Wars OCs.
@alloftheimaginesblog: Stranger Things OC Jenny.
@randomestfandoms-ocs: Glee OC Aurora; Elena; Elpis; Raven; Glee OC Joy; Marvel OC Tesla.
@atomicgracy: The Dark Knight Series OC Claire; Laura; Teen Wolf OC Diana.
@a-song-of-quill-and-feather: Harry Potter OC Casseopia; Harry Potter OC Beatrice.
@perfectlystiles: Legends of Tomorrow OC Amara; Riverdale OC Charlie; Jamie; Victoria; Riverdale OC Rhys; Doctor Who OC Theo; Legends of Tomorrow OC Emilia.
@mimikoflamemaker: The Witcher OC Neve.
@aliverse: Adria; Legacies OC Stefanie; Marvel OC Elena; Camila; Andrea; Honey; Eleanor; Diana; Azaleah; The Originals OC Skylar; Jasmine; Kayla; Fallon; Ant; Hattie; Liam; Grace; Freya; Luna; Daffodil; Harry potter OC Auriella; Dahlia; Genesis; Ares; Aphrodite; Rachel; Ivy; Carrie; Ariel; Brynn; Emery; Clary; Starling; Hadley; Blythe; Kathryn; Isaac; Gavin; Caroline.
@notxjustxstories: Carmilla; Scooby Doo OC Deidre; Brenna; Willow; Xian; Bishop; Quinn; Proctor; Zena; Max; Lacie; Kenley; Marietta; Kira; Maribella; Kaia; Darcy; Lux; Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir OC Danielle; Samara; Winter; Alondra; Lucie; Mariah; Avatar the Last Airbender OC; Marina; Juno; Pandora and Maya.
@ofbadcharacters: Doctor Who OC Selena; Hanna; Nova; Acacia; Lulu; Qianna; Amanda; Arrow OC Beatrice; Dinah; Shadowhunters OC Clara; Marvel OCs Charlie and Daniel; Marvel OC Stephanie.
@billy--hargroves: Riverdale OC Alana; Stranger Things OC Alicia; Riverdale OC Winnie; Riverdale OC Kim; Riverdale OC Lennon.
@fiercefray: Constantine OC Emily; Constantine OCs Eden and Cami; The Order OC Tess; MacGyver OC Tempest; The Order OC Jane.
@poe-tato-dameron: Peaky Blinders OCs Ruth and Marie; Star Wars OC Demo.
@codenamekryptonite: Original OCs Noah, Patriklos and Wynter.
@alias-b: Stranger Things OC Camille; Stranger Things OC Lucy.
@writerofmyths: Evernight OC Miyera; OC Kendra.
@darknightfrombeyond: Arrow OC Amy.
@farrradays: Original OCs Edgar and Kate; Original OCs Gideon and Rose.
@thegalanerd: Teen Wolf OC Emsy.
@alloftheimaginesblog: Stranger Things OC Jenny.
@lordeasriel: His Dark Materials OC Dorothea.
@dancing-with-the-devil-series: Original OC Kasey.
@isaaclahys: Riverdale OC Zach; Jurassic World OC Natalie; IT OC Joey.
@oreostars: Peaky Blinders OC Felicity.
@abbyarcxnes: Titans OCs Patricia and Talia; Primeval OCs Rose and Crystal (with @blue-sparrow-15); Star Wars OC Octana.
@erzascarlettitania: Legacies OC Faith; Titans OC Callum; Avatar the Last Airbender OC Ai; Teen Wolf OC Tia.
@anotherunreadblog: Stranger Things OC Victoria; The Umbrella Academy OC Minerva; Benjamin; Spiderman OC Rosabella.
@noble-crescent: Law and Order OC Montserrat.
@missunderstoodxoxo: Teen Wolf OC Millie.
@emiliachrstine: The Alienist OC Victoria; Marvel OC John.
@dotr-rose-love: Original OCs.
@ahsokatonas: Marvel OC Winnie.
@whctsherncme: Teen Wolf OC Eloise; Teen Wolf OC Kyle.
@wonder-boy-reid: Stranger Things OC Rebecca; Riverdale OC Amy; Harry Potter OC Pipp; IT OC Betty.
@sgtbuckyybarnes: Marvel OC Harper; Marvel OC Elodie; Teen Wolf OC Perrie.
@kendelias: Titans OC Noah; OC Virginia; Teen Wolf OC Joseph; Margo; IT OC Books; Teen Wolf OC Oliver.
@prophecy-grrl: Teen Wolf OC Jessamine; Teen Wolf OC Fred; Titans OC Annabel.
@bravadoseries: Marvel OC Audrey; Marvel OCs Mattie and Vera; Marvel OC Flo.
@raging-violets: Criminal Minds OC Averey; The Flash OC Averey; Big Time Rush OC Reed; The Flash OCs Brady and Cadence; The Chronicles of Narnia OC Issi; 3 Ninjas OCs; The Chronicles of Narnia OC Brielle.
@moustache-bonnet: The Book of Dust OCs James, Kat and Atticus.
@abbysarcane: Riverdale OC Kiara; Jessica Jones OC Joel; The Amazing Spiderman OC Frida; OCs Alex and Tisha; Teen Wolf OC Sami.
@seize-the-droid: Original OC Johnny; Power Rangers OC Keira.
@harleyquinnzelz: Harry Potter OC Delphi; Harry Potter OC Daisy.
@dreamerwithapen1: The Umbrella Academy OC Delphine; Star Wars OC Aella.
@catharticallysarcastic: Original OC Leda; Multiple Original OCs.
@ocfairygodmother: Avatar the Last Airbender OC Miska.
@heirsoflilith: Original OCs Tommy, Aislin and Kasey.
@cecesxwickedxocs: The Umbrella Academy OC Marissa.
@whindsor: Marvel OC Lu.
@kenobi-jinn: Sammie; The Order OC Rory; Original OCs Andie, Prue and Ursula.
@paulsmunskys: Star Wars OC Ani; The 100 OC Everly.
@spectrumofsculs: Star Trek OC Melissa; The Flash OC Jared; Original OC Lauren.
@fandomqueenlove: Marvel OC Andromeda.
@lenonizi-fics: Supergirl OC Kyle.
@suethor: Riverdale OCs Carmen and Faye; iZombie OC Nadia; iZombie OC Rory; iZombie OC Morgan; Multiple Teen Wolf OCs.
@j-watsonia: The Amazing Spiderman OC.
@followingtherythmofsilence: OC Soren.
@barrierspark: Multiple Original OCs.
@afluffykiwi: Teen Wolf OC Carter.
@ad-meloria: Multiple OCs.
@serphena: OC Theo.
@alrion: Original OC Ilyes; Multiple Original OCs.
@chlobenet: Riverdale OC Aspen; Riverdale OC Connie.
@cecesxwickedxocs: OC Madison; Teen Wolf OC Coco.
@newthomally: Star Wars OC Nova.
@annibunnysworld: Benji.
@megandaisy9: Libby.
@xjustbelieve: Aiza.
@star-linedsoul: Supernatural OC Erica.
@megdonnellys: Teen Wolf OC Isla.
@oc-daydreams: OC Farley.
@twofacedharveydent: Gotham OC Bird; Gotham OCs Tessa and Ruby.
@myocmultiverse: OC Ahsley; House OC Anna; OC Briar.
@lonely-full-of-secrets: Riverdale OC Coral.
@suqerpunch: Teen Wolf OC Haven.
@curious-kittens-ocs: Marvel OCs Jaedyn and Raphael.
@ceruleanmusings: Teen Wolf OC Melanie.
@randomfandomingwrites: The Umbrella Academy OC Noor.
@zoeliemyers: The Mandalorian OC Ayanda.
@deverys: Teen Wolf OC Mckenna.
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Quick daily list - same applies as to others, send them things or reply to this post with who you want.
Anthony Stark || Robert Downey Jr, Rob Raco || Human || Canon || Male Pref
Antonio Oliver || Luke Pasqualino || Human || OC || Male Pref
Bellamy Blake || Bob Morley || Human || Canon || Male Pref
Billy Bennett || Liam James || Human || Canon || Gender Optional
Billy Hargrove || Dacre Montgomery, Jensen Ackles || Human || Canon || Gender Optional
Boghest Grimm || DJ Cotrona || Hellhound || OC || Male
Carl Gallagher || Ethan Cutkosky || Human || Canon || Male
Derek Hale || Tyler Hoechlin || Werewolf || Canon || Gender Optional
Diego Hargreeves || David Castañeda, Benjamin Wadsworth || Enhanced Human || Canon || Male
Dominic Prentís || Cody Saintgnue || Human || OC || Male
Eli Cardashyan || Gregory Kasyan || Human || Canon || Gender Optional
Eliot Waugh || Hale Appleman || Magician || Canon || Gender Optional
Enzo Ferris || Brock O’Hurn || Minotaur || Semi Canon || Male
Etienne McKenna || Alex O’Loughlin/Brock Kelly || Witch || OC || Male
Felix Mosley || Jade Hassouné || Wonderlandian || OC || Gender Optional
Frank Sanguine Moore || Griffin Gluck || Partially Vampiric || OC || Optional
Geralt of Rivia || Henry Cavill || Witcher || Canon || Male Pref
Hades || Cheyenne Jackson, Machine Gun Kelly || God || Canon || Male
Jacenty Jimmy Malone || Landon Liboiron/Tom Sturridge || Human || OC || Male
James Barnes || Sebastian Stan || Genetically Engineered Human || Canon || Male Pref
Joaquin DeSantos || Rob Raco || Human || Canon || Male Pref
John Murphy || Richard Harmon || Human || Canon || Gender Optional
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For Old Time’s Sake
Summary: It’s 1995 in Hawkins. When Heather Johnson returns home for the Hawkins High School reunion, she comes face to face with an old lover. Or, alternatively, the one where Steve falls in love with Heather all over again.
Steve Harrington x oc
Warnings: 18+, mature content, smut
Tags: @casaharrington
The town of Hawkins kept its secrets well. From the outside, and to every kid who made a run for it after high school, not much about the town changed. Small town stillness washed over the buildings and suburban homes that Heather Johnson passed on the drive home to her parents’ place. If not for the empty lot where the Dairy Queen had been and the newly painted houses, Hawkins could have been a time machine to 1985.
She parked curbside outside of her childhood home. Through the trees, just past the Harrington home, she could vaguely make out the ruins of what was once Hawkins Lab. Even abandoned, it brought bile to her throat. When Heather left Hawkins, danger eschewed the rosy lens of childhood she knew it under. Time blurred and muddied her memories, but fleeting images of a boy with a baseball bat comforted her; whatever it was, they defeated it together.
Heather yanked the keys from the ignition. She didn’t come back to dig up old nightmares. Steadying her breath, she hauled her suitcase from the hatch of her car into her old home. Whatever she saw ten years ago in that shadowy building couldn’t hurt her now.
She retired to her bedroom that night with a head swimming in unsaid words and forgotten dreams she bottled up and left here in Hawkins. Traveling through the hallways of her parents’ house brewed an unwelcome, lonely sense of dejavú that could swallow Heather whole.
The door closed softly behind her. Heather looked to the window next door, partially out of habit, partially wrapped up in foolish hope, but instead found the curtains drawn. She longed for the secret notes passed through window panes on late nights and the stolen kisses as he stumbled into her bedroom. That was- they were- long gone now.
Now, standing alone in her girlish lilac bedroom, she felt like a stranger in her own life. The knick-knacks, trophies, polaroids, and photo booth strips belonged to someone else entirely. She thumbed over the picture frame sitting proudly on her nightstand, swiping the dust away from the picture-perfect memory of two smitten teens. Her mother must have retrieved it from the floor and replaced it sometime after she left. The crack down the center obscured her face, but she cared more about the way Steve looked at her. Just as she let herself want, her finger caught on the crack and blood sullied the cheap frame. Cursing, she cushioned the wound between her lips to dull the bleeding.
Heather Johnson blossomed into her own person through the past decade; she had a place to call her own, a job she felt passionately for, everything she once doubted she could earn without her Daddy’s help. Something about Hawkins, though, made that woman shrink slowly back into the scared girl who ran away from it.
High school for Heather looked picture perfect. In some ways, it had been, yet a part of her always felt sandwiched into the tiny pond that Hawkins was and desperate to swim upstream into the outside world. For someone with as many friends and as surrounded by people as Heather the Cheerleader had been, she never felt more lonely. Her friends’ parents worked boring desk jobs that required no traveling and most of them had one boyfriend or another to waste their time with. She kissed as many boys as she could just trying to make up for the loneliness she felt in her parents’ absence; it always found its way back. Until Steve.
Steve Harrington lived next door. He talked too much, slept around quite a bit, and had a poor taste in friends. Heather might nod along and listen as Laurie or Becky rambled off reasons why he could not be trusted, but she never cared to listen. She liked to think she knew Steve perfectly well.
The first time Heather met Steve, she might have agreed with what her friends thought of him. They knew each other only through summer block parties and whatever other events their parents dragged them to until 1982. That summer leading up to sophomore year changed a lot for Heather; her body filled out and her Dad started leaving home more. She took up a job lifeguarding at the community pool and returned to school in August sunkissed, slightly curvy, and in need of a little trouble. Steve, who received a shiny new BMW for his sixteenth birthday, looked exactly like the kind of trouble she wanted.
She had him completely, utterly wrapped around her finger by the end of September. Heather and Steve soiled every inch of that car as summer came to autumn. She only meant to distract herself, but her desire for fire and trouble died down into an ache for the boy next door. Heather let herself love him wholly. Steve became her future; he tamed her rebellious spirit into a lovestruck girl who wanted only for him to stay with her forever.
Forever, for Heather and Steve, instead became the beginning of junior year. He stomped on her heart and spit it right back at her. As Heather pulled back to lick her wounds, Steve zeroed in on his next prey. Nancy Wheeler stood for everything Heather could never be. Girls like Nancy didn’t just offer up their virginities to the first boy who called them pretty or invent their own hangover cures out of necessity. Heather hated the thought of Steve with someone like that, because she could never be half as good. Good girls like Nancy shone like blank canvases void of any tarnish and squeaky-clean enough to bring home to Mom; Heather the Whore and her Father-sized baggage could never compete with a girl like that.
Even now, the sight of that swimming pool nauseated her. Mr. Harrington had it drained years ago, but she only saw the very end of Barbara Holland’s life, the thing that took her, and the boy she still loved already falling for Nancy Wheeler, all right outside her bedroom window. Heather yanked her curtains shut. The demogorgon might be unreachable now, but nothing so far healed her battered little heart.
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“Joey, you little shit! Let go of your sister’s hair”
Heather clung to the kitchen island, watching as the red-headed toddlers tornadoed across the living room. Carol stormed out of the bedroom sporting only one shoe and looking more grown up than Heather ever imagined she would be. Tommy and Carol’s wedding unsurprisingly predated the prompt birth of their first child by mere months. Between the two nightmares currently messing up their house and the heavily pregnant bump in her purple gown, Carol looked about one temper tantrum away from a spectacular breakdown of her own.
However exhausted parenthood and married life looked to someone like Heather, that new sheen in Carol’s eyes and the bizarrely adult change in Tommy’s demeanor suggested otherwise. The life of a Hawkins housewife, with all its cliquey glory and PTA snobs, suited Carol’s catty nature and, to everyone’s surprise, fatherhood had calmed Tommy’s recklessness. Heather took one look at their messy, chaotic, love-filled life, and her confidence crumbled. Her life in New York outpaced anything Hawkins could offer her, but she couldn’t pretend that she had once not wanted anymore more than this life with Steve.
“For fuck’s sake Tommy, would you hurry up?”
Carol herded her husband towards the door, cursing under her breath at his inability to correctly tie a necktie. If not for the wedding rings and Carol’s baby bump, Heather might have mistaken the scene for a recreation of their senior prom night.
Heather piled into the backseat of Carol’s mini-van. Tommy stuck his head out of the driver’s seat as they sped off to Hawkins High, screaming:
“Class of ‘85, motherfuckers!”
Carol yanked him back into the car by the collar. She added a swift smack to the head for good measure. Heather smiled to herself; at least some things never did change.
As the burgundy minivan pulled into the spot once reserved for Heather’s Jeep, she saw her life from the outside. Without the safety of her green and white cheerleading outfit, Hawkins High School looked a whole lot less impressive than back in the day.
Tommy and Carol dispersed into the crowd not long after their arrival, while Heather gravitated towards the open bar. She greeted passersby who recognized her and watched the crowd swell. She stirred her drink absently and watched the night unfold around her.
Old cheer squad members earned careers in fashion or television or teaching. Her third grade best friend married her ninth grade lab partner. Old Hawkins friends gathered like nothing ever changed, but Heather felt acutely aware that everything had.
Meanwhile, Steve tore himself away from a conversation with a few classmates he only vaguely remembered. He stopped a few feet away from her, as if unsure whether or not to proceed.
Time dealt Steve Harrington the short hand. He stayed in Hawkins, he told himself, not out of fear but just to keep an eye on things for a while. Jim Hopper promised to call if any more monsters popped up. No need, he said. I think I’ll stick around a while longer. First, Nancy and Jonathan Byers, even Billy Hargrove, graduated and took the fast track out of town. By the time Dustin and Lucas and Mike and the rest of the rugrats set off to college, Steve was fresh out of excuses.
Hopper took a quick visit down to the record store where Steve took up a job to pay his bills. He leaned down over the counter Steve worked behind and lowered his voice:
“What the hell are you still doing here, kid? We both know you don’t belong in this shithole.”
“Yeah,” he deadpanned. “You’re probably right”
Hopper, more a father to Steve than his own ever was, refused to let him give up like this. Where Steve saw in himself the self-righteous asshole who vandalized the town movie theater, Hopper saw the young man who readily put his own life on the line to save those kids.
“Look, I don’t really care what you do,” he lied. “Just quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something with your life.”
The next morning, Hopper arrived at the station to find Steve Harrington sitting with his tail between his legs in the chair facing his desk. By that time the next year, he was the latest member of the Hawkins PD. And a damn good one at that, he might add.
For the first time in his life, Steve had everything he could want. Everything, that is, except someone to share it with.
His heart skittered as he worked up the courage to get Heather alone. He’d heard that she came alone and wanted little more than to catch her attention. Things ended so badly between them- his fault, really- that he hardly imagined she wanted to see him again. So, with the same sense of humility as that fateful morning in Chief Hopper’s office, he tapped her shoulder:
“Save me a dance? For old time’s sake.”
Gooseflesh rippled her bare arms; she would recognize that voice anywhere. Heather set her cocktail glass on the bar, turning her head towards him. He looked the spitting image of the nervous boy who first asked to take her out to the movies. Hands scrunched in his suit pockets, and sporting the very same crooked smile she remembered, Steve Harrington stood before her.
Heather’s powder blue dress blended well with her skin tone in the dim gym lighting and her dark hair popped against the fabric. His heart swelled at the sight of her standing in the very same gym they shared their first kiss in. Steve wondered how he ever let a girl like that slip through his fingers.
“Okay,” she said. “For old time’s sake”
He led her by the hand to the makeshift dance floor, feeling for the first time in ages the sweaty anticipation of a lovestruck school boy. Her rosy cheeks swelled with a smile in tandem with her shaky hands as they locked between the ducktail of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands resting easily on her hips, they danced.
“Y’know,” he chuckled. “I really didn’t expect to see you again. I’m glad I did”
The way he looked at her, even after all these years, sent Heather to the verge of tears; no one had looked at her like since she was a teenager. Since she and Steve were in love.
“Yeah,” her voice came out soft and small. “Me, too.”
They’d come full circle. Although life led them in different directions, and took Heather and Steve to the wrong people in their journey to find the love they first had in each other, it seemed their story looped back to that dingy old gym. Steve knew the second he saw her that tonight would be a whole lot more than reminiscing with a lost lover. Even if Heather didn’t know that, yet, Steve didn’t mind waiting.
Steve would wait forever for her if it only meant that he could see that smile one last time. The way her brown eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, the way her hips filled out the fabric of her gown, the way her delicate touch ghosted over him as they danced; Heather was filled with reminders of the way he once loved her. The way Steve still loved her.
Heather cupped his cheek, stroking it with her thumb and watching after him with a melancholy smile.
“I am so proud of you,” she whispered.
Heather clung to her once-lover long past the end of slow songs, the two swaying to synthetic pop tunes. It seemed that each of them darted around fears that, should they let go of each other, they might never get the chance to do so again. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, Heather let herself believe that, maybe, she was always meant to find her way back to him. She felt not like an adult but once again like a teenage girl nervously dancing with the prom date of her dreams.
He nuzzled his nose forward against her cheek. His hot breath fanned out against her skin and pulled her in even more. The sweet, mesmerizing scent of Steve’s rosewood cologne, the ghost of spearmint chewing gum, and a hint of musk hypnotized Heather. As he finally kissed her, Heather folded into his touch. The kiss was a decade in the making, the kind featured on movie screens and cheesy discount novels. Every word they were too afraid to speak into existence and all their repressed emotions poured into the kiss.
Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss. Only as the final song of the night faded into its closing note did Heather pull herself away from his warmth. Steve stole a quick kiss to her cheek. They walked slowly towards the edge of the dance floor.
“Here,” he said. Steve draped his sports coat over Heather’s shoulders.
Hair bouncing along with his lopsided grin, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of Heather and that captivating laugh of hers. Even as she led him away from the dance floor, Steve found himself absorbed in her. Her neatly styled hair fell rebelliously out of place, the heat on her cheeks and perspiration from nerves and the dancing all adding just the right amount of lived-in smudge to her make-up. Heather looked radiant. The words fell out of his loose lips like thoughts so strong that his mouth couldn’t contain them:
“You’re beautiful.”
She slumped into a seat, letting out a breathy laugh. He slid into the empty chair beside her. Although his mind seemed acutely aware that they were running on borrowed time, Steve swore that the night would last forever. Time was edging on despite his best efforts to run backwards against the current; he would never be fifteen again, and their relationship would never be from a clean slate again.
She thanked him quietly. Another stolen kiss followed. The night grew thin around them, their classmates retiring to whatever lives they put on pause for the night's trip down memory lane, but neither could be bothered to tear themselves away. Heather was quiet for some time afterwards, trying to make sense of her emotions. Steve turned to her, forehead pulled in thought:
“We made quite the mess, didn’t we?”
Heather paused, tearing herself away from the fears of yesterday. Her eyes flickered to him. She smiled sadly. All Steve has to do was stay. When it was Heather’s turn to choose Steve, she decided to run instead. It seemed neither of them had the courage to face the very real feelings between them that even time and betrayal couldn’t seem to erase.
“Yeah,” she said eventually. “We sure did.”
He chuckled dryly, rubbing his palms together in thought. The universe seemed to laugh at them, to revel in the tragedy of their bad timing; love itself just wasn’t enough to make them work. His eyes begged Heather to ease his nerves. Steve needed Heather to give him some sign that this was more than just in his head.
“Why is this so hard for us?”
The worry in his tired face looked all too familiar to Heather. A sinking feeling returned to her stomach.
It wasn’t until the summer after graduation that Heather let herself start to forgive Steve for breaking her heart. With the drama and confines of high school now behind them, Heather and Steve vowed to make that summer theirs. A last hurrah of bad decisions with minimal consequences. What they intended to be a string of crashed house parties and getting drunk by the quarry instead was a summer filled with late-night conversations on the hood of Steve’s car. With Heather often teetering between sunburnt and sun-kissed after a shift at the community pool and Steve sticky and burnt out from serving ice cream at Starcourt Mall, they lacked much time or energy to live out the summer they outlined.
Neither of them really minded the extra time to themselves. In fact, Steve soon found himself excited for his shift to end and comforted by the knowledge that Heather was waiting for him in the parking lot, food in hand. By late June, Heather had his order memorized and Billy Hargrove had stopped trying to get her to hang around with him past closing time. That was how they found themselves devouring take out from Dairy Queen, still in their work uniforms, and sitting closer than necessary on the BMW.
She wiped the grease from her fingers with a napkin, laughing. Heather caught a glimpse of Steve in her peripheral vision- dripping with happiness, a shine to his eyes, his Scoops Ahoy sailor hat sagging lowly on his head.
Having Heather back in his life, even if only for brief, stolen moments on the hood of his BMW and late summer nights thick with their past, the future; it patched up the broken parts of his battered heart. She felt like home. It might only be for the summer, but Steve fully intended to hold onto every second with Heather that he could.
“Hey, Steve?”
He looked so eager, so happy to see her. Steve wouldn’t even know what hit him. That summer, he slowly tore down the walls their break-up built against her and she knew from the start that she couldn’t take him with her. The thing about running away from her problems, it seemed, was that Heather had to abandon every good thing in her life right along with the bad. Unfortunately, that included Steve.
She knew she should have told him from the beginning, that she never should have let herself get that close to him again so soon before leaving town. Heather should have told him, and yet she couldn't bring herself to break it to him. Not that Heather hadn’t tried to; she had, many times. It just hurt too much.
His laughter tapered off into an inquisitive hum.
“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?”
Maybe it had treated him less than kindly the past year or so, but it was still the only home Steve had ever known. The thought of skipping town never crossed his mind. He decided a long time ago that he would stand his ground and fight until his dying breath if he had to- Steve was braver, more stubborn than Heather that way. Another reason she would tell herself they didn’t work out; Steve Harrington was a fighter but Heather Johnson was a survivor. And sometimes that meant putting herself first.
“No, I can’t say that I have. Why?”
She shrugged, uncharacteristically shy:
“I don’t know,” she balled the napkin up into a makeshift stress ball. “I-I just think maybe I need to get out of this town, Steve. Parts of me can’t seem to shake what I saw, what I did-“
She let Barbara Holland die. Heather watched from her bedroom and did nothing as the thing ate her whole. And when she saw the damn thing again, she hadn’t been strong enough to kill it. She couldn’t save its future victims.
“Hey,” Steve pulled her under his arm. “Don’t say that, okay? You did what you could… We all did. It’s not your fault.”
Tilting her chin upwards with his fingertips, Steve pressed a meaningful kiss to her lips. She leaned into him. His embrace quieted her thoughts enough to mute her worries away. It wasn’t the first kiss they shared that summer, but something hid behind it that made Heather unable to shake him- so much so that she lost her nerve to break the news to him. She left Hawkins the next morning, while Steve dreamt of seeing her again.
The guilt ate at her from the inside out until the town she once loved only suffocated her with living nightmares and her own inadequacies. Deep down, Heather knew that running away from her problems would not solve anything. Still, she craved a change of scenery, an escape from the reminders of what Hawkins truly was under its all-American suburban facade. Hawkins was, quite simply, home to the gates of Hell and Heather didn’t want to stick around and wait for them to crack their way open again.
They had, eventually, done just that; only, Heather wasn’t by Steve’s side that July Fourth when he needed her the most.
Steve stood abruptly, offering her his hand:
“You want to get a drink?”
Nodding, she smiled. The last thing she wanted was to leave Steve’s side. Heather took his hand and followed him through the parking lot. They walked in a comfortable silence. She squeezed his hand in hers.
“Steve?”
The pair paused beside his car. Heather glanced up at him with the guilt of a child caught breaking their parents’ valuables while playing inside the house.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you I was leaving,” she paused. “I should have.”
Steve’s eyes softened. He brushed loose hair from her face, smiling sadly.
“I know you are,” he said. “It’s okay, Heather. That was a long time ago.”
Forgiven or not, Heather still juggled her feelings of guilt and lingering feelings for Steve between stolen glances on the drive home. He may have absolved her, but Heather still needed
to forgive herself first.
“Come on,” Steve opened the passenger door. “How ‘bout that drink?”
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The pair of them stumbled into Steve’s old bedroom between stolen kisses and wandering hands. Retracing steps from a lifetime ago, they fumbled blindly in the dim lighting, too utterly consumed in each other to care much for the world outside those walls. There was only the electric rush of pure, raw sexual chemistry and unresolved feelings.
Steve pulled back momentarily, lips dripping in unspoken words. Heather shook her head, stroking his cheek sensually with her thumb:
“Not now, Steve,” she shushed him, her waiting kiss soaking up his silent fears.
He pulled her hips flush against his torso, working blindly on her dress zipper. Steve’s rough palms explored every inch of her flesh that he could reach. He pinched purple hickies into the crook of her neck, chasing after her as her head flopped in pleasure. Heather hadn’t let anyone mark her skin that way in years. Steve made her feel young again, like his touch was the Fountain of Youth and she was Ponce de Leon, drinking him in deeply.
Her dress pooled on the floor around her feet as Steve pushed the thin straps from her shoulders. She looked even more mesmerizing than he remembered. Heather grew into her curves; time transformed her from a bewitching teenage beauty to the woman of Steve’s dreams. And he wanted to feel, to taste, every inch of her.
Spreading her legs apart ever so slightly, Steve dropped to his knees before her. He thumbed at her through the meager fabric of her lace panties. Another hickey on her smooth upper thigh. He groaned at the smell of her arousal. His expert mouth latched hungrily onto her core through the fabric.
Heather wriggled in pure, hot pleasure against his magical lips. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling on his hair just the way she knew drove him crazy. Steve pushed aside her panties, buried his nose, his lips into her most sensitive nerves. She tasted like heaven to him, the mere sight of her writhing above him an ethereal vision. Her taste dizzied him and Steve coddled her closer to his lips.
Steve loved the chase almost as much as the kill itself. He knew what he was doing, and knew he was damn good at it, too. If Steve had been a wolf in the bedroom as a teenager, then the only thing to stop him now was a silver bullet. And Heather was his full moon.
Her first orgasm hit hard and unexpectedly early, received by Steve’s eager tongue. He pulled her in by the neck for another kiss. The salty taste of her own arousal clinging to his breath intrigued Heather; touching Steve turned all her other experiences into blurry non-memories. Touching Steve felt like coming home after a long day.
The sight of Steve in all his naked glory sent Heather into a tizzy. She licked teasingly along his length, easing her way into giving him the head of his life. As she worked, Heather focused in on the bliss reflected in his face.
“Jesus,” he whined. “I forgot how good you were at that.”
Eager to be inside her, Steve reluctantly pulled her back up to her feet. He backed her up against the bed. Heather melted back against his pillows, a siren waiting for him to fall right into her trap. He kneeled over her figure. Steve kissed her sweetly. One hand thumbed at her clit. In one fluid motion, he pushed inside her.
Steve loved the way she clung to her. Her touch only egged him on. Steve rutted into her deeply. He made love to her with a veracity and dedication that put every other man she’d been with to shame. It was only Steve.
With one final grunt sandwiched by her name, Steve came deep inside of her.
She fell back against his sheets, spent in a fucked-out bliss. Heather felt her life in the city slipping further from her mind the more Steve Harrington and his magnificent cock drew her to a future here.
“Do you remember what you said to me the night Nancy and I broke up?”
Heather hummed in her sleepy daze, nodding:
“Sure, I do.”
“Did you mean it?”
She rolled over on the pillow to face him, fully awake now. Heather blinked through the darkness. Grasping in the dark, she clamped their hands together. From behind his messy hair, Steve looked like a shivering puppy left out in the rain. A soft smile graced her lips. She thought of the last time she saw that look.
“She never loved me.”
Nancy might have been the good girl toying around with Hawkins’ playboy, but instead she tore Steve to shreds and ran for the hills. Now, he wanted someone to sympathize with him. Heather, though, had no room in her life to be anyone’s second choice.
Heather tossed the hat to her candy striper costume on the duvet, sighing. She pawed at the vomit stain on her skirt with a damp towel. Perhaps the only person in town who had missed Steve and Nancy’s fallout, Heather left Tina’s party early to lull a dangerously intoxicated Brittany Matthews home before she ruined anyone else’s costume.
“What? Why are you even here, Steve?”
“I don’t know,” he shrunk down. “This is the first place I thought of.”
Oblivious to his pity party, Heather fussed about. She tried to clean the night’s memory of her drunken, sophomore team mate nearly passed out on Tina’s front porch right off her dress right along with the stain.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”
“Nancy,” he suddenly fell sheepish. “She never loved me.”
Heather watched after him, incredulous. Her hands gripped at the soiled towel as she bit her tongue. Steve, craving some sort of reaction from her, pressed on:
“I should have known,” he sulked. “I mean…God, when did I become such a fuck-up? This is bullshit. Of course it was. I should have known no one could love me-”
“Oh, fuck you! I did! I loved you so much, Steve. You had to have known that.
“What? Heather-”
“You broke my fucking heart, Steve. I’m not about to pretend that I didn’t see this coming and I’m sure as hell not your shoulder to cry on”
She tossed the soiled washcloth right at his chest. If Steve hadn’t been crying before, he sure was now. Still no movement.
“But-“
“I think you should leave.”
When he made no moves to do so, some part of her snapped right along with the last string of her heart that still reached out for Steve. She plucked the picture frame from her nightstand, their picture, and chucked it towards him, only narrowly missing his head. It landed on the floor under her dresser, as cracked and broken as their relationship, where it stayed until well after Heather graduated and left home.
“Get the fuck out, Steve.”
He faltered a moment, her words hitting him full-force with the one thing he must have known and feared but chose to ignore for the past year. Thick layers of tears caked his cheeks. Steve moved slowly and fluidly back towards the window he snuck in through, hoping all the while that he might uncover some magic words to undo the damage he slung onto her poor heart. He found only silence, and by the time his feet hit the ground, Steve knew he’d really done it this time.
He wanted only to be the carefree fifteen-year-old who got to kiss her in secret moments shared in the backseat of his BMW and late at night in her bedroom, when her parents were asleep. Steve wanted Heather back, but this was too little, too late. She locked the window behind him.
Looking at him now, her heart ached. The stubborn parts of her hadn’t forgiven him for breaking her heart all those years ago. Yet, she mostly just wanted him.
“Yes.”
Steve pressed his lips lightly to her knuckles.
“For what it’s worth, I loved you too.”
Steve leaned over the extra pillows to face her.
When Steve awoke the next morning, he found himself surprised to see her messy hair splayed out across the pillow beside him, and utterly bewitched by the sight of Heather curling into the sheets as she slept soundly in his bed. He thought, though not for the first time in his life, that he might like to wake each day to the sight.
Later, as he walked her to her car, the idea still bounced around his mind. He grabbed at her hips, using every last drop of cheekiness to woo her away from that car. Steve let Heather go once before and he spent the next ten years regretting it.
“Stay.”
“You know I can’t.”
“What’s keeping you?
She exhaled with a soft laugh. Her home, her friends, her career, all waited for her back in the city. The only thing Hawkins, Indiana had that New York City didn’t was Steve Harrington.
“I’m sorry,” she kissed his lips sweetly. “Goodbye, Steve.”
He stood at the curb, hands balled into his shorts pockets, and watched her drive off until the Honda turned out of sight. Steve smiled after her, sporting the same smile he’d flashed the first time he told her his name, only this time a bitterness hid behind it.
Like Lot’s wife fleeing Sodom, Heather knew better than to turn around, knew his puppy dog eyes would trap her here forever, melt her down into a pillar of salt. And, like Lot’s wife, she did anyways.
She knew she’d see him again, if only in her dreams.
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Heather nervously twirled the phone cord around her finger. She stared at the slip of paper and dialed his phone number, her mind stuck over the words. The last time she felt this afraid, Heather lodged an axe into the neck of an interdimensional monster. This time, though, she knew that wouldn’t solve her problems.
“Steve? I need to see you.”
The trek to Indiana did little to calm her nerves. She drove silently, the radio turned down to silence. No matter how many times Heather practiced the speech in her head, it didn’t get any easier.
She stood at his doorstep. Fiddling with her hands, she contemplating blowing him off. Heather felt out of place at his apartment. To her, Steve would always be the boy next door. No matter what happened tonight. She thought of him always as he was then- handsome, full of life, brimming with dreams. Full of love for her.
When he opened the door to let her in, Steve couldn’t dull his smile. He looked almost the same as the boy in her memories. The love hadn’t quite left his eyes yet. It was with the comfort of this thought that she stepped inside.
Steve’s apartment was neat, small, homely. She could see him settling down before the TV with a beer or fussing over his hair in the mirror by the door. The thought made her smile.
He sat down with her on the couch, hands clasping with hers. His bright eyes watched her closely, waiting and ready to accept her back into his life.
“Is everything okay? You sounded upset on the phone.”
“I just- I wanted to talk.”
“Talk?”
He blinked. Steve knew this song and dance and he was tired of trying to keep her here. Tired of letting her toy with his heart.
“I haven’t seen or heard from you in months and you came all this way just to talk?”
Steve told himself he would hear her out, but his emotions got the best of him. He raised his voice in frustration. The abrupt shift in tone caught her off guard. She hadn’t meant to upset him. Heather deflated in her seat, the speech she’d had prepared now stuck in her throat.
“Forget it,” she rose. “I don’t even know why I came here.”
He followed her out onto the sidewalk. Heather walked out of his life too many times for him to let her go again.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know! Home, I guess.”
“Don’t you dare walk away from me again!”
The brunette stopped in her tracks, whirled around to face him. Angry, frustrated tears welled in her eyes. He stood just close enough for her to touch. Close enough for her to feel his heart breaking.
“And why not? We both already know how this ends.”
“I love you so much that it hurts. Why can’t you just admit that you want this, too?”
“That’s not why I came back, Steve.”
“Well, then, what? Is this some kind of a game to you-“
“I’m pregnant.”
His expression blanked. Steve didn’t know the first thing about fatherhood. His own gave him next to nothing to start from; the last thing he wanted was to find himself repeating his father’s shitty parenting style. He liked to think that he had finally shed the damage his absentee parents did to him, and that he had found a way to fill the gap their cold demeanor created where affection should have been in his childhood, but that didn’t stop his fears of repeating the vicious cycle.
Heather looked just as afraid.
“Do you really think we’re ready to be parents?”
“No,” he held her hand tighter in his. “But I know that I’m not my father and we can learn from our parents’ mistakes. You’re my future, Heather”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course, I do.”
They sat together on his front porch steps. Silence engulfed them for a moment as her earth shattering news settled in. Fear crept back up on Heather the longer he stayed quiet. Did Steve want to raise this child with her? Did he want her? Her questions and insecurities were overwhelming.
She broke into tears. “I’m scared, Steve.”
“Me, too.”
He held her close to his chest as she cried. A few tears slipped from his own eyes. Steve combed his fingers through her hair and whispered comforts into her ear. Suddenly, he saw a future for himself. A modest, comfortable cottage with a nice yard for the kids to play in, maybe a dog too, and Heather standing beside him with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was comforting, warm. He wanted that future, with her.
“Stay here, with me. I love you, Heather, and I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll have me.”
Sniffling, she turned her chin upwards to face him.
“Okay,” she said. “Yes, I will. I love you, too, Steve.”
As he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, Steve knew that everything would turn out okay. He loved Heather Johnson and that was enough for him.
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❝I Don’t Think You Notice (What You Did To Me )❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ rewriting ]
❝All that Glitters❞ A Bioshock AU ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ on hiatus ]
❝Sick Day❞ ✧ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)
❝Say Anything❞ ✧ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)
⟶ Runaway Max Lore ⟶ Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet ✳︎ ⟶ Lewgrove Valentine's Day Headcanons
❝Make Another Home Here❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ coming soon! ] ⤷ continuation of I Don't Think You Notice
❝Worth the Squeeze❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader • [ ongoing ]
❝Home for the Holidays❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)
❝A Little Bit of Sugar❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)
❝Wrapped in a Bow❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader (for @/hohohoeweek2023)
❝Don't Waste Your Time (On Me)❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ ongoing ]
❝The Best❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)
❝Take Me Out❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers (oc)
❝Looks Better on You❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)
❝Run Rabbit, Run❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) [ kinktober 2024 ]
⟶ Wingator Valentine's Day Headcanons
❝Go For It❞ ⤷ Baron ✗ f!reader
❝All In❞ ✧ Trust Fund Cole ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ⤷ 1. Making Waves
❝Just a Ride❞ ✧ part one // part two ✳︎ ⤷ Benny Cross ✗ f!reader
⟶ Benny teaching you to ride
❝Ghost Stories❞ ⤷ Halloween collab with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ oc, Eddie Munson ✗ oc, Robin Buckley ✗ oc
❝A Series of Firsts❞ ⤷ written for @/ockissweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Joey Hargrove (oc) ✗ Melody Munson (oc)
❝Cleaning Duty❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)
❝Practice Run❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Robin Buckley ✗ Blossom Bellamy (oc)
❝The Wrong Date❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc), Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)
✳︎ denotes smut updated: 10/28/24
[ divider credit(s) — subheaders (series/one shots & drabbles/imagines/headcanons) @/cafekitsune ]
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It's our fourth time participating in the event that brought us together. Hope we can keep writing silly stories with our OCs, love you lots 🧡
❝ A Series of Firsts ❞
an oc x oc collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 / @hawkinsglasscloset and myself, part of our Stranger Timeline'verse, written for @ockissweek.
❧ w.c. 3.8k words ❧ warning(s). oc x oc pairing, children of oc x canon pairings, none really ❧ a/n. features Flor and I's fandom children ocs: Joseph "Joey" Hargrove (Billy & Win's son) and Melody Munson (Eddie & Lydia's daughter)
✧✦ First Kiss, Christmas 1997 ✦✧
Joey huffed a laugh. “You don’t think we’re a little old to play house?” he asked, grinning at his best friend.
"We're only nine..." Melody protested. "Eric from drama likes to play house with me," she pouted, feeling a little embarrassed. "What do we play when we're nine?"
Joey frowned, his stomach doing a little flip. “Oh…” he murmured, suddenly feeling jealous. “We can play,” he amended quickly, changing his mind.
"Are you sure?" Melody insisted, looking at him with her big brown puppy eyes and Joey let out a sigh.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he murmured, his cheeks warming slightly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the playroom.
"Okay! So, I'll be the wife, and I'm coming back from working all day as a music teacher!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Uhm, I guess I'll be the husband, and I'm making you some dinner," Joey replied, going to stand behind the kitchen playset.
Melody got a little purse from her pile of toys and pretended to walk into the house. She walked up to Joey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Hello, darling, what are you making us today?" she asked.
Joey blinked, his face warming. “Uhhh-uhm, I’m making lasagna,” he said, grabbing the first little plastic food he saw.
"That's my favorite! You're the best husband in the world," Melody exclaimed, sitting down at the little table nearby, not even noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” Joey said, putting the piece of plastic lasagna on a plate and setting it in front of her with some plastic utensils. “Want some wine to go with that?” he asked, pretending to pour some from the fake bottle.
"Yes, thank you!" Melody took a sip of her 'wine' and pretended to eat her dinner. "I think it's time for us to have a baby! I'm getting old and soon I won't be able to have babies, so we should do it!" she announced suddenly and Joey's eyes went wide.
"What?" he exclaimed. "I-I mean, how would we even... do that?"
Melody frowned for a moment. "I don't know really, but you need to give me a seed and I'll swallow it, then the baby grows in my belly."
"Ohhhh," Joey mused. "I thought there was more to it.... like kissing. That's what my parents do," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Maybe we should kiss, my parents do that as well. I think all married couples do," Melody said, leaning in to press the softest peck to his lips.
It happened to be the moment Joey's father walked past, catching sight of them them through the open door and backed up, trying to stifle an amused laugh. Not wanting to startle them, he knocked instead, leaning casually through the open door. "Hello, you two."
Joey jumped at his dad's voice, his brows leaping up. "Yeah? What is it?" he yelped, quickly pulling away from Melody, definitely not pouting.
"It's dinner time, bud, don't forget to wash your hands," Billy said, opened the door a little more, trying not to smirk.
"Ah... okay," Melody replied, frowning a little.
"Guess we hafta go," Joey mumbled, glancing at her awkwardly.
"We can play again soon," she assured him, taking his hand as they headed to the bathroom sink.
"Okay," he agreed, wondering if she ever kissed Eric from drama class when they played house.
Melody smiled, she'd never ever kissed a boy before, but she didn't want Joey to know that...
✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦
As usual, the children won the war against their parents and they started opening their Christmas presents earlier than midnight. Right after dinner, everyone reunited around the fireplace to open their gifts and drink some tea with gingerbread biscuits.
"Aaaah! We can play doctor now!" Melody exclaimed, looking at her friend's new medical kit with all sorts of colorful tools.
“Yeah! Can we go play, Mom, Dad?” Joey asked, hoping to pick up where they left off.
"Go ahead," Billy nodded, exchanging a look with his wife. "But remember to be careful, playing is only nice when you're both enjoying it..."
"Okay!" Melody exclaimed, following her best friend to her bedroom with her new dolls in hand.
"First it's your turn to be the doctor and my turn to be the patient," Joey said, handing her the doctor's bag. "I think I've broken my arm," he exclaimed, clutching one of his arms to his chest.
"Oh no! Here, I'll put a cast on so it can heal properly," she looked at the fake X-ray and wrapped his arm with one of her scarves "Do you need a kiss to feel better?" she asked, gently kissing the back of his hand.
"Yes, please," Joey said, holding his breath as he waited for her to place a peck to his lips as well.
Melody let out a giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips just as the door was opening, not that she noticed. "You're all better now!" she announced.
Win bit her lip as she watched, her heart warming a little at the sight. "Hey kids," she murmured, knocking a little louder and Joey jumped, his cheeks flushing hotly.
"What Mom?" he exclaimed, practically jumping away from Melody for the second time.
"It's time to head home sweetheart. We'll see Lo tomorrow okay?" she said, ruffling his golden curls.
"Tomorrow you get to be the doctor," Melody said before giving him a hug. "Let's go say bye to everyone."
✧✦ Spin the Bottle, 2001 ✦✧
"I'm not playing," Melody said decidedly when Joey suggested they play spin the bottle at his birthday party.
"What? Why not?" he exclaimed, frowning as he studied his best friend's features as they sat in the backyard. "C'mon Lo, don't be a party pooper," he huffed, polishing off the rest of the soda from his bottle to use.
"But I'm saving myself for David Tennant," she insisted, rolling her eyes.
Lately her parents had started to make little jokes about her dating Joey. They thought it was natural since the two had grown up together as best friends, spending nearly all their time together.
"Isn't he a little old for you?" Joey teased, setting the bottle on the table as the rest of his friends gathered around. He nearly mentioned that he'd already stolen her first kiss, even if they were just kids who didn't really know what they were doing.
"Age is just a number, in five years I'll be eighteen and he'll be... thirty six, it won't make a difference," she said with a shrug, reluctantly joining the others.
"I thought you said you weren't playing?" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I'm not, but I'll watch. I'm not gunna do anything stupid."
Joey frowned, but quickly wiped the sour expression from his face. "Suit yourself," he muttered. "Who wants to go first?"
"Think you should, you're the birthday boy," one of the girls from their class exclaimed, smiling shyly at him.
"Yeah, go for it, Joey!" one of his mates agreed, clapping him on the back.
"Alright, if you insist," he said with a grin, giving the bottle a good spin.
Melody's eyes narrowed when the other girl encouraged him. He was popular and handsome, probably the most handsome boy in their class, all the girls wanted to date him. And while she obviously wasn't interested in dating him herself, she still got angry when those attention seekers would throw themselves at him.
When the bottle finally stopped, it was pointing at her and she froze.
Joey's eyes traveled up from the bottle to Melody and his brows raised.
"You sure you don't wanna play?" he asked, wetting his lips expectantly, hoping she'd change her mind. As much as he liked some of the other girls in their class, there was always something about her that made his heart give a stutter, not that he wanted her to know that--to know the extent of his feelings. After all, she'd made it pretty clear that she only liked him as a friend.
"Fine, I'll play," she mumbled, looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "It's not a big deal, right? It's just a kiss."
"Yeah, no big deal," he repeated faintly, leaning over the table halfway, waiting for her to bridge the rest of the gap.
Melody felt her heart racing the closer she got to Joey. She hoped he couldn't sense it or hear it, because for her it was really loud. She didn't like him in that way... she was so sure of it... but she couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks when their lips finally touched.
Joey's eyes slipped shut as he kissed her, forgetting for the moment that they were in the middle of his party, wishing he could keep kissing her when she quickly pulled away and his eyes snapped open, his stomach dropping like a block of ice had settled there.
She wanted to kiss him more, she couldn't stop thinking about how cute it was when he asked for a kiss when playing house back when they were young. She sat back down and brought her knees close to her chest, feeling like she somehow messed it up.
Joey’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come, and one look at Melody made him feel like he’d messed up big time; he should’ve never made her play.
“Earth to Joey! It’s my turn,” the girl who’d urged him to go first exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and giving it a spin, gasping excitedly when it slowly stopped in front of him. “Looks like we get to kiss,” she said, wearing a giddy grin, and he finally blinked, turning to focus on her.
“Oh, right, okay,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers.
Melody watched and out of nowhere, she felt like she was about to cry. She felt her eyes fill with tears, but she couldn't do that in front of everyone.
"What, Dad?" she called, pretending like she heard her father calling. "I'll be right back, keep going," she muttered, slipping out of her seat to run to her father and far from view, hugging him tightly as she began to sob in his arms.
Joey frowned at his friend’s sudden disappearance, staring after her. He didn’t exactly want to play anymore, but his friends were enjoying themselves, oblivious to his discomfort.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” Eddie exclaimed, squeezing his daughter tight as she sobbed into his shirt. “What happened?” he asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice.
"I don't wanna say it out loud, I'm so dumb! Can we leave?" Melody whimpered quietly.
Nearby, Lydia thought about asking her daughter again what was wrong, saying she could tell them anything, but she knew her husband could handle it, and sometimes tween girls just had to cry and sort themselves out.
“Hey, you’re not dumb,” Eddie murmured, pulling back to wipe her tears with his thumbs. “Are you sure you wanna leave? It’s your best friend’s party,” he said gently.
"Just for a few minutes, we can come back to sing Happy Birthday," she mumbled, sniffling. They lived right next door, so it wouldn't be a problem.
“Okay sweetheart,” he agreed, straightening. “She wants to head home for a sec,” he said quietly to his wife. “I think she just wants to compose herself.”
"Alright, I'll let you guys know when the cake comes out," Lydia smiled sadly, stroking her daughter's dark curls before they crossed to their own yard.
"If I tell you what happened, you and Mum will laugh at me," Melody whispered.
“Never,” Eddie said seriously, shaking his head, his long hair swaying.
"I kissed Joey for spin the bottle, but I was embarrassed so I pulled away and then he looked sad and then this other girl spun and she kissed him and I felt really bad," she exclaimed, her words rushing out before she hid against her father's chest once more.
“Oh kiddo, I’m sorry. Have you considered that you feel bad because you like Joey?” he asked gently, rubbing her back soothingly.
"I don't know..." she murmured, still not wanting to admit it to herself. "I didn't think I should, but I felt weird when I kissed him."
"Weird, how?"
"Weird like... I didn't want it to end."
Eddie chuckled softly. "Sounds like maybe you like Joe more than you think. But you're still young, you never know what's gunna happen," he said, smoothing her hair.
"Hey, is everything alright? I saw you guys leaving. Is Lo not feeling well?" Win exclaimed, hurrying over to check on them.
"Yeah, she started feeling sick and wanted to lay down for a sec," Eddie said.
"You poor thing," Win murmured, patting Melody's shoulder.
"I just have a headache, I'll be out for the cake, Aunt Winnie," she assured her, smiling sadly. "Don't tell Joey, I don't want him to worry."
"I won't, sweetheart, you go rest, okay?" Win said, offering her an apologetic smile.
Melody nodded and sat on the couch with her father, curled up like when she was a little kid. "You're right, we still have time, I guess."
✧✦ Make Out Spot, 2005 ✦✧
"Daaaaad, get the door, it's Joey," Melody yelled from her bedroom as she was getting ready.
"Yeah yeah," Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the couch to open the door. "You know you coulda just come in, like you usually do," he chuckled, stepping aside for Joey to come in.
"Oh, uh yeah, I guess," the young man mumbled, running his hand awkwardly through his golden blonde hair. "It just kinda feels different now that I'm datin' Lo, y'know?" he said and Eddie clapped him on the shoulder.
"You trying to make a good impression or something? Not like we haven't known you all your life," he joked.
"Of course he's gotta make a good impression, I taught him well," Billy chuckled, following his son in.
"A better impression than you made with my dad," Win joked.
"Hey, Joey!" Melody called as she left her bedroom all dolled up for their date.
Many years passed since his birthday party. Well, actually only four and a half, but it felt like much longer.
"Lo!" Joey exclaimed, brightening, his lips pulling into a wide grin. "You look amazing," he breathed.
"Aww look how pretty you two are," Lydia cried, grabbing her Nokia to take a photo.
"So do you!" Melody ran to give him a hug. "We should get going, we'll miss the movie and... all that."
"Yep, see you guys later," Joey called to their parents as he led his girlfriend to the door.
"Can you drive us to that street where nobody can see us?" She whispered.
"Yep," Joey whispered back with a small smirk, opening his car door for her.
Melody got inside and placed her hand on his thigh as soon as he joined her. "I missed you, babe."
"Missed you too," he drawled, grinning at her. "We're not really going to the movies are we?" he asked, pulling away from the curb to head to their usual make out spot.
"Maybe later. There's something I wanna do first..." she smirked, playing with his golden curls.
"Oh? Like what?" he asked, glancing at her as he drove, heat rushing through him at the look she gave him.
"I don't know, just... talk," she whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She slowly dragged her lips along his jaw then down to his neck. "Like that."
"Ohhh, I see," he breathed, swallowing thickly, shifting slightly in his seat against the tightening in his jeans, quickly pulling off the street to park under the flyover where they'd be hidden from view. "I like the sound of that," he said, putting the car in park and turning in his seat to catch her lips.
Melody climbed into his lap while they kissed. She couldn't even imagine how silly she was to ever deny her feelings for Joe. "You're so handsome, I can't deal."
"Aren't you just adorable?" he chuckled, moaning as he pushed his seat back to give her more room, his hands sliding down her back to grasp her ass.
"I love you," she murmured in between kisses. "I'll never waste any time not kissing you again."
“Love you too, beautiful,” he groaned, his lips moving against hers, parting to flick his tongue against the inside of her teeth. “What brought this on?” he asked, catching his breath.
"Just feel like I wasted a long time not kissing you. We could've been kissing for years... but I was stubborn."
Joey chuckled, tucking one of her dark curls behind her ear. “You just had to make me fight for it,” he teased, nibbling at her bottom lip.
"It was pretty cute to watch you fight for it..." Melody admitted. "You're so romantic, I just couldn't resist."
“I always knew I wanted you to be mine,” he whispered, fixing every curve of her face into his memory. “I just had to prove it to you first,” he teased, kissing her deeper. “And it was worth it,” he added, nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers.
"It was," she agreed before wrinkling her nose at him. "You always knew? Even when we were little?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around him.
“Well,” he hesitated, chuckling sheepishly. “At least since that very first kiss, when we were playing house,” he admitted. “It was then I decided I wanted to marry you for real.”
"Awww Joeeey! That's the cutest thing I've ever heard! I told my dad that night that I wanted to be with you... I said some other stuff too, but it's not important."
“What other stuff?” He asked, his brows raising curiously as he tickled her sides, mischief sparkling in his clear blue eyes.
"Well... I said it would either be you or David Tennant, that I wanted to wait and see who would win," she laughed and squealed, squirming in his grasp.
“You little tart!” he gasped, laughing along with her. “I can’t believe I almost lost to him!”
"Naaah he's handsome and really nice, but he's Aunt Blossom's best friend, it would be weird..." she said to wind Joey up as if that was the only decisive factor.
“Oh, that’s the only reason?” he exclaimed, pouting up at her.
"No, silly. You're the one I really like, you're the most handsome, cutest boy to ever exist and I love you. Not anyone else, just you."
His expression softened. “I love you too, Lo, and I always will,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
✧✦ First Kiss as Husband and Wife, 2008 ✦✧
The doors to the venue opened and the sun flooded the open hall. Melody stood there in her white princess dress, arm locked with her father's.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Billy whispered to his son as they stood at the altar.
“More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen,” Joey breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, emotion catching in his throat and tearing in his eyes.
"Just wait until you have your first baby," Billy chuckled, rubbing his son's shoulders.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, leaning in to whisper in his daughter’s ear.
"Yes, Daddy," Melody nodded as they made their way down the aisle. "This is so much more perfect than I could've wished for."
Joey nearly lost it at the thought, quickly breathing in sharply and blinking the moisture from his eyes as his bride approached him. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
“You deserve it and more,” Eddie murmured, kissing her cheek as they stopped in front of the groom and he reluctantly let her step away from his side.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Melody Charlotte Munson and Joseph William Hargrove, two lovers who have chosen each other since they could understand what love is. Now the bride and groom have chosen to read their own vows," the officiant said, gesturing to the two of them.
Melody took a deep breath, turning to slip her hands in his, her eyes finding his and holding them. "Joey, I've heard that vows are not made to say how much you love someone because they likely already know. Vows are the promises you will keep during the marriage, and I have a few.
"I promise that I'll always leave you the last slice of pizza. I promise to take care of you when you're sick, to hold your hand when something scary is coming. I promise to never let you forget how much you matter to me and how handsome you are. I promise to be there on the bad days and good days, fighting or celebrating. Every moment from now on, it'll be us, just us," Melody said, smiling warming at him, her heart in her throat.
Joey’s lip trembled softly as he fought not to break down, his chest aching with affection and he squeezed her hands, looking into her eyes. “And I vow to always be there for you whether you need me or you wanna be the strong one. I promise to always make you feel beautiful and know that you’re loved, even if we’re fighting. You’ve always been my best friend and I want us to always be friends as well as lovers,” he said, taking a steadying breath as his voice nearly wavered.
The Officiant nodded, smiling as she turned back to Melody.
"Melody Charlotte Munson, do you take Joseph William Hargrove as your husband to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she said, sliding the wedding ring onto his finger.
"Joseph William Hargrove, do you take Melody Charlotte Munson as your wife to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he exclaimed, his face breaking into a beaming smile as he slipped her ring onto her finger. "Does this mean I can finally kiss her?" he asked, flashing the officiant an eager grin.
"I now declare you husband and wife. Go ahead, you may kiss the bride," she chuckled.
Melody let out a little scream and jumped into her husband's arms, kissing him as if it was the first time. Joey smiled against her lips, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back. He barely registered the cheers and applause from the audience as they embraced.
"Finally..." she breathed. "Mr. Hargrove, I love you."
“What a coincidence, I love you, Mrs. Hargrove,” he replied, pressing his forehead to hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to be able to call you that,” he chuckled.
"Now we get to play house for real!" she whispered. "And maybe later we can play some other interesting games..."
Joey smirked. “Now that sounds like fun. I’d love to hear what you have in mind,” he drawled, stealing another kiss before turning to wave at their friends and family.
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