#steve: we’re sorry it won’t happen again can we go home now

[ickypuppi3]

+ hop considers an early retirement

[andvys]

Everlong // part two 

Warnings: 18+, angst, unrequited feelings, smut, breeding kink 

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: After your night with Eddie, you are consumed by guilt and can’t bring yourself to look at him. You avoid and ignore him until he gets fed up of your behavior towards him and corners you one night.

part one  

- 

You’re greeted by the sound of your telephone ringing as you step inside your apartment. Closing the door, you rush into the living room and reach for the phone.

“Hello?” you mumble, flopping down on the couch, you wince at the ache in your legs.

“Y/n?”

Your stomach sinks at the sound of his voice, shame and guilt rushes through you as you think of what you did last night.

Closing your eyes, you throw your head back, cursing at yourself.

“Hey, y/n? You there?”

“Y-Yeah… Hey… Steve.”

“Are you okay?” he asks with a concerned tone in his voice “I’ve been trying to call you all morning.”

“Yeah.. I’m okay,” you sigh, furrowing your brows “what time is it?”

“It’s 2 pm– hey, are you sure you’re okay? Did you just get up?”

You put your hand on your forehead as you realize just how late it is. You and Eddie were up all night, doing the most unholy things, letting out your frustrations on one another. You could still feel his touch on your skin, his lips, his breath, him. You could still hear his voice and the filthy things he said to you when he pounded you into his mattress ‘this pretty pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it?’ Your stomach flutters at the memory, fuck. 

You didn’t think that you would feel like this. A part of you thought that you would come to regret that night with him but instead you feel yourself wanting more and more and you are surprised by it. Sure Eddie is an attractive guy, he is hot, he is pretty and he is funny when he’s not teasing you but you only ever had eyes for one guy.

“Y/n? Are you still there, what’s up with you?”

Steve’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap open, clearing your throat, you sit up straighter “yes, I’m there and uh, I’m just tired. I just got up, yeah.”

“What? How long did the party go?” he asks in surprise.

All night long.

“Not that long, I just…. I struggled to fall asleep,” you stutter, rolling your eyes at yourself “what did you want anyways.. aren’t you with uh.. Aspyn?”

“I’m pretty sure her name was Ashley and no, I’m at home.”

You put the phone away and let out a frustrated sigh, rolling your eyes “right, so do you need anything?”

“I wanted to see if you want to hang out?”

You can’t face him, not after what you did with Eddie last night. You don’t owe anything to Steve, you are not his girlfriend, you don’t belong to him, you don’t have to wait around for him. You can do whatever you want. If he can fool around then so can you. And yet, you feel guilty for it. For years you have done nothing but love him, wishing that he was yours and you were his, you waited around, you wanted him to be your everything, you even wanted him to be your first time– he wasn’t. You gave your virginity to a guy he hated and back then it even gave you satisfaction. You fucked and fooled around with a guy he couldn’t stand, you felt proud of yourself until you realized what a piece of shit he was and the shame began to settle in.

Eddie was your first after your little short lived affair with Steve’s ‘enemy’. And unlike back then, you won’t let this get out of hand. This, whatever it was last night. It will never happen again. Though Eddie did what he promised you, he made you forget. He did a good job considering that even now he was all you could think about despite talking to the one you love.

“Uh.. maybe tomorrow? I don’t feel like doing anything today.”

A heavy silence settles in and you almost feel guilty, knowing that he’s disappointed.

He sighs “are you sure? we could watch a movie–”

“Not today, Steve.”

“Oh..”

And just like that you feel guilty again “I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. We’re having a movie night tomorrow though right?”

“Yeah with our friends but I wanted to spend some time with you,” he sighs.

“We can hang out sometime next week?” you offer, hoping that he will say yes.

“Yeah… yeah, okay fine.”

“Cool, so uh.. see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah…”

Hanging up, you sigh and push your knees up to your chest. You would have never said no to hanging out with Steve, if you could you would be with him all the time but right now, you just can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, you feel guilty and yet you can’t stop thinking about Eddie. You could even smell him on you. You shouldn’t like it but you do.

You thought it would be awkward between the two of you after what happened. You two fucked like animals, filthy words were thrown around and after that you expected him to act like an asshole and kick you out but instead he pulled you into his chest and let you sleep in his arms. He handed you a coffee in the morning and started making conversation as though it was the most natural thing to do. When you left he gave you a smirk and a knowing look that said ‘I know you will come back for more.’

But you won’t. You won’t come back for more.

-

On the other side of town, Eddie is walking around his trailer in a cheerful mood and a content smile on his face. His favorite song is blaring through the speakers, the sun is shining, his trailer is clean and he is happy, happier than he has been in a while.

His mind keeps replaying the previous night and he can’t help but smile. Your voice, your moans and your whimpers are forever implanted in his mind. The way you moaned his name, the way you begged for his touch and looked at him with pleading eyes left him with flutters in both his stomach and his heart.

When you kissed him back, his heart almost jumped out of his chest from how surprised he was, he never thought that he would get to feel this and yet you gave him a taste of what it could be like if he had you forever.

He got to kiss you, he got to touch you, he got to fuck you and hold you afterwards. You slept in his arms and for the first time in over a year, he had a peaceful night, he didn’t wake from nightmares, he didn’t wake up drenched in cold sweat and a racing heart. No, for the first time, he was able to just sleep.

The phone rang and despite the loud music, Eddie heard it. Pressing pause on the remote, the trailer is suddenly filled with silence aside from the annoying ringing.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, hi uh… did something happen last night?” Steve asks as though he is in a rush, he sounds confused and irritated.

Eddie chuckles “what no ‘how are you’, dude? Straight to the point huh?”

“Sorry man, I just, did something happen?”

‘Yeah, I fucked the girl you promised a future to.’ Eddie thinks to himself.  

“Like what?” Eddie asks, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He is certain that you want to keep this night a secret.

“With y/n.”

“What do you mean, is she okay?” he asks, acting clueless.

“Yeah, she’s okay, just acting weird. She didn’t answer any of my calls this morning and when she finally picked up, she was just…. weird. I asked if she wanted to hang out but she said no.”

Eddie rolls his eyes “okay and?”

“She never says no to hanging out with me.”

Steve sounds genuinely concerned and maybe even a little hurt. Eddie should feel bad but he can’t help but smirk. He knows you, he knows that you would usually jump at the opportunity to hang out with Steve, this might be the first time that you said no to him.

“Aw your little puppy stopped following you around.”

“Stop it, dude.”

Eddie knows you didn’t lose feelings for him overnight and you didn’t say no to Steve because you’d rather be with him right now. You are probably ashamed and judging by how deep your feelings are, you probably feel like you betrayed him.

“Okay well, nothing happened last night,” he lied, “she went home after you.”

Steve sighs, “okay, well I gotta go.”

"You got some plans?” Eddie asks, furrowing his brows. 

“Yeah, I have a date tonight.”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head. Wow. Classic Steve Harrington.

“Seriously, I thought you wanted to hang out with y/n?”

“Well she said no, so..”

“Jesus, is the same girl from last night?”

“No.”

At this point, Eddie shouldn’t even be surprised anymore but his eyes still widen “where do you even find all these girls?”

“Why? You want one?”

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head “no thanks man, I’m good.”

“Seriously, you never go on dates–” “I don’t wanna go on dates with random girls.”

“Well you could at least hook up with them,” Steve says “you need to get laid.” 

Oh if he only knew. 

“I don’t like hooking up with a bunch of random girls. I only want one,” Eddie mumbles, getting irritated with his friend. Eddie found his girl a long time ago already. 

“Oh yeah? You got a girl I don’t know about?” Steve asks with a teasing tone in his voice. 

Clenching his jaw, Eddie leans against the wall and stares into blank space. 

Yes, there’s a girl. One that he shouldn’t like or want. 

“No, I’m just saying.” 

The phone call with Steve left a bitter taste in his mouth. Knowing that Steve is the one who has your heart angers him in ways he can’t even begin to describe. He doesn’t deserve you. He knows about your feelings and yet he doesn’t care, he parades his girls around, showing them off in front of you knowing the damage it does to you and your heart.

He spends all day thinking about it and about you. He knows he will never have your heart and despite the pain it causes him, he is okay with it. Unlike Steve who has made all the promises to you and gave you false hope, you didn’t do that to him. He knows what he got himself into, it’s not your fault. But something that angers him is knowing that you will end up with Steve sooner or later.

He can only hope that it will never happen but he knows he is a fool for hoping and wishing that you won’t fall into Steve’s arms the moment he calls for you.

-

A week has passed since the party at Eddie’s place and you did everything to avoid him which became more and more difficult as the days passed. You saw him at Steve’s place during movie night and he did everything to get your attention. Whenever he would walk past you, he would find a way to touch you, he would grab your waist or place his hand on your lower back. When you would reach for a snack, he would too and his hand would touch yours accidentally.

He was smug about the whole thing and he enjoyed teasing you this way. The smug look on his face almost seemed as though it was stuck permanently.

But things started to change when you went from avoiding to ignoring him. He stopped teasing you but he still did everything to get your attention. He looked at you with pleading eyes, he was desperate to be acknowledged by you and it was getting harder for you to keep ignoring him, to stay away from him. Every night you would lay awake, thinking about him. Your mind kept taking you back to the night with him. You felt many things, regret, guilt, shame but you also felt something else. The ache between your legs that was begging for relief, begging for his touch, again. Your own fingers could only do so much, you were craving him, his touch, his fingers.

How could Eddie make you feel so desperate and addicted already? It was embarrassing.

It’s a Friday night and instead of going to a party that your friends usually drag you to, you find yourself at Steve’s house again, instead of movies and popcorn you were having games and drinks tonight.

All night you could feel his eyes on you but you forced yourself to stay composed. ‘Don’t look at him, just don’t look at him.’ You kept telling yourself.

You distracted yourself by making conversation with Robin and Nancy, who for once didn’t exclude you from their conversation.

Eddie watches you with a soft smile on his face as you laugh at something Robin said but he can’t ignore the sadness that rushes through him. There is no hope in him. He didn’t expect you to rush into his arms and ask for more but he can’t help but feel disappointed.

The cold shoulder that you are giving him hurts more than he expected.

Eddie watches with anger in his eyes as Steve settles on the floor behind you, placing his hands on your waist, he pulls you back so you can lean your back against his chest.

Usually you would melt into his touch but you tense up and you make the mistake of looking at Eddie who watches you and Steve with an angry expression on his face. A weird feeling settles in your chest and you can’t even enjoy the feeling of Steve’s hands on your body.

“Hey dude,” Argyle whispers to Eddie as he scoots closer, offering him a joint but Eddie shakes his head, pushing his hand back.

“You okay man?” he asks.

Eddie clenches his jaw as Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder and whispers something in your ear, making you giggle.

God, he wants to punch him right now.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters angrily.

Argyle snorts as he observes the situation– it’s what he has been doing for the past hour and he figured it all out already.

“So, what happened after the party?”

Eddie turns to him with a frown on his face “what do you mean?”

“With y/n,” he says, jerking his head in your direction. Eddie shakes his head as he’s about to come up with a lie “come on man, I’m not stupid. I see the way you look at her and she is really awkward around you, more awkward than usual and that just tells me that something happened. You either got into a nasty fight or you played hide the salami, if you know what I mean.”

Eddie snorts at his choice of words, shaking his head “nothing happened,” he mumbles without any effort to try and lie about it. 

Argyle nods with a grin on his face, staring at him for a moment. Eddie looks away and takes a deep breath before a small smile appears on his face. 

“So you creamed her donut,” Argyle laughs, nudging his shoulder. 

“Dude, stop it,” Eddie groans.

He slapped his palm on his back “I’m proud of you man.”

“Why?” Eddie asks “it’s not like she wants me.”

Argyle throws his head back as a loud laugh leaves his lips, glancing at you, he sees you getting up, placing your glass on the table, you walk away, leaving the living room. He looks back at Eddie and leans closer “I’ve seen her looking at you and trust me, there’s definitely something, she’s just too hung up on Steve but you know, you can always change that,” he says, nudging his shoulder “go after her, I’ll distract the others,” he winks at him, wiggling his brows.

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head.

“Go,” he says, “you can thank me later.”

-

You stare into the mirror, your reflection staring back at you with a frown. You hate the way you thought of Eddie when Steve touched you just now, you hate the way you compared the touch of Steve’s hands to Eddie’s. You hate the way your eyes immediately searched for him when Steve pulled you into his arms.  

One night was all it took to put you into this mess.

You are so fucked.

You take a deep breath and turn away, reaching for the doorknob, you open the door and step out of the bathroom when strong hands grab your waist and you’re pushed back into the bathroom “what–” your words die on your tongue as your eyes lock with Eddie’s. He closes the door behind him and locks it before he pushes you against the wall.

You hold your breath as you stare at him, feeling very nervous. His hands are still on your waist, he is so close, you feel his breath on your skin, the smell of cologne and cigarettes radiates off of him and in a weird way it brings you comfort.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he asks.

His eyes are so desperate, they are pleading, looking back at you with sadness but the tone in his voice is angry and demanding.

You take a deep breath “I’m not avoiding you,” you lie, avoiding his eyes.

“Bullshit,” he scoffs, gripping your waist even tighter as he steps closer to you, almost pressing his whole body against yours now “you don’t talk to me, you don’t look at me, you act like I’m not even there. You haven’t answered any of my calls either.”

You shrug, bouncing your leg as you feel yourself getting more nervous “I didn’t know you called.”

“Yes you did,” he mumbles “you knew it was me, that’s why you didn’t pick up the phone. Why are you ignoring me, y/n?”

“It’s not like we ever talk much to each other,” you shrug, looking down “and you never called me before so how could I know that it was you anyways?”

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes “we do talk, even when I,” he pauses, taking a deep breath “even when I act like an asshole to you, you still greet me and look at me but now you can’t even do that.”

His words and the way he spoke them make you feel guilty.

“Hey, look at me.”

The tone in his voice is surprisingly gentle. He reaches his hand up to cup your face “look at me, y/n,” he repeats as he tilts your head up to make you look at him. His hand remains on your face even as you look into his eyes “do you regret it?” he asks.

Yes. Not because it was bad but because you couldn’t stop thinking about him now.

“Do you regret what we did that night?” he asks again as he strokes your cheeks and looks at you as though you are the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on.

You blink, unable to form a sentence or move, you just stare at him like a fool as you feel your knees getting weaker and weaker. He brushes your hair back and leans closer to you “because I don’t,” he whispers, testing the waters he kisses your cheek first and when you don’t push him off, he kisses your neck “I don’t regret it, I could never regret it.”

You hate the way you cave in so easily, sighing in pleasure, you close your eyes and tilt your head to the side as he continues to kiss you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers as he pulls your body against his “I can’t stop thinking about the way you moaned my name.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. His lips feel so good on your skin, his voice sends shivers down your spine, it’s all you were thinking about this past week.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you felt around my cock, it’s like your pussy was made for me,” he says as he begins to suck on your skin.

“Shit,” you curse, you feel dizzy and breathless. Your panties are dampening at his words already “Eddie.”

A grunt leaves his lips as he kisses his way up to your jaw, his palm slides down your body, placing it on your lower stomach, he pushes your shirt up a little “just like that, say my name.”

God, what is he doing to you?

“Eddie s-stop,” you whimper but the moan that leaves your lips as he pushes his hand under your skirt gives away that you want this, that you want him.

He smirks, grabbing your jaw roughly, he kisses the corner of your mouth “are you sure you want me to stop?” he asks as he places his fingers on your pussy, a smug look appears on his face when he feels your wetness seeping through the thin material of your panties.

No, you don’t want him to stop. He was all you could think about when you laid awake at nights.

“Shit, do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, looking into your eyes, he takes your hand in his and places it on his bulge. Your eyes widen and a gasp falls from your lips “you make my dick so fucking hard, baby.”

You did that to him?

The guilt and the regret that consumed you before suddenly vanished again. Right now, you want nothing more than to drop to your knees and pleasure him in ways only you can.

“Eddie,” you gasp, unable to stop yourself, you start to rub your palm up and down causing him to moan. Your breath hitches in your throat, you like it, the sounds he makes.

His dark eyes stare into you so intently, he whispers your name. His cheeks flush and another moan leaves his lips before he pulls your hand away, knowing that it won’t take long for you to make him cum even without being inside you.

“Do you want me?” he asks.

He starts to kiss your jaw again, rubbing your pussy through your panties.

“But our friends-” 

“Won’t know that we’re here, you just gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?” 

Your clit is throbbing, your skin feels hot, more moans fall from your lips and your body aches for more. You forget about everything, all that matters right now is him and his touch. You want him, you need him.

You nod, bucking into his hand “y-yes… Eddie, please, please I need you.”

That’s all it takes for him to push your panties to the side. His fingers move through your folds, he pushes a finger inside of you, coating his finger with your wetness before he pulls it back out and begins to rub your clit.

“O-Oh.. fuck,” you moan, throwing your head back against the wall.

Eddie watches your face contort into pleasure as he rubs circles on your throbbing clit “who got you this wet huh? Was it Steve when he kissed you here?” he asks as he moves his head down to kiss the spot on your shoulder that Steve kissed earlier “or was it when he pulled you into his arms?”

You shake your head wildly. Steve didn’t get you this wet, it was Eddie, it was all him.

“No?” he asks, slapping your pussy roughly. You gasp and open your eyes “n-no, it was you.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, groaning at the feeling of your wet pussy, his dick twitches in his pants, begging for relief “just me?”

You nod “j-just you,” you whisper, biting your lip, you look down as he slips a finger inside of your soaked entrance “Eddie.. fuck me..”

He smirks in satisfaction as he starts to fuck you with one finger, pushing it in and out of you at a slow and torturous pace, purposely teasing you. He wants to hear you whine and beg for his touch.

Moving your arms around his neck, you pull him closer, burying your face in his neck. Your lips meet his neck and he shudders, sighing in pleasure ��please Eddie.. faster,” you whimper. His feelings feel so good inside of you but you need more.

He chuckles, slipping another finger inside of you, he continues to fuck you slowly with them, groaning as he feels you getting even wetter.

“Your pussy is soaking my fingers, shit,” he husks, his dick getting even harder when he feels you clenching around his fingers “tell me, did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Because I think of you all the fucking time. Just gotta look at the damn kitchen counter and all I see is me eating your pretty pussy,” he says, chuckling when you clench around his fingers yet again, whimpering as you cling to his body. He could get used to this.

“Guess that was a yes,” he murmurs, smirking “was it?”

“Yes– oh…” you moan as he begins to move his fingers at a brutal pace, pushing them in and out of you, making your pussy squelch.

Eddie grabs your leg and pushes it over his hip, holding it there as he continues to fingerfuck your pussy, loud moans leave your lips and you arch your back as you throw your head back against the wall.

“Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby” he whispers, “or do you want our friends to hear what a little slut you are for me?”

You shiver and whine at his words, squeezing around his fingers. He laughs “that turns you on huh? You wanna be caught?” he smirks.

The truth is he wouldn’t mind it; being caught, especially if it would be Steve who walked in on the two of you and saw how you are clinging to Eddie’s body, begging for his touch, begging for more as though you don’t have his fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt.

You are completely at his mercy, yet again. You’d let him do anything to you. Even with your friends in the house.

“You’re such an asshole, Eddie.”

He chuckles darkly, placing his thumb on your clit, you slap your hand over your mouth to cover the loud moans but he drags it away from your face, holding your wrist, he slams it against the wall “I’m an asshole? And why’s that?”

All your muscles tighten, your clit is swollen, your cunt is dripping as you’re getting closer and closer to your high. Eddie’s eyes are focused on your face, watching you with a lustful gaze.

“B-Because I can’t stop thinking about you either, did you put a spell on me when we fucked?”

He laughs at your words “nah, I just know how to fuck you the way you want to be fucked. That’s why you can’t stop thinking about me, right?”

He hopes to hear something else, he hopes to hear you say that you can’t stop thinking about him because you want him.

You bite your lip as you look into his eyes. No, it’s not just that but he doesn’t need to know that.

You’re about to speak up when he suddenly curls his fingers inside your tight walls and starts to rub your clit even faster.

He doesn’t want to hear you say that you only want him for this. He’d rather live with the delusional thoughts that he might have a small chance.

“Oh my god, Eddie,” you whimper, trying to contain your moans “shit… I’m gonna.”

“Cum for me, baby.”

He holds you tight as you come undone, letting you bury your face in his neck as you cum around his fingers.

Your quiet moans and whimpers send shivers down his spine. His dick strains against his jeans, making it harder for him not to bend you over the counter and fuck your brains out.

“Fuck me, Eddie.”

His eyes widen and he pulls back to look at you. Your cunt is still pulsating around his fingers, your legs are shaking and you look like a hot mess and yet you want more “shit, are you sure?”

You nod eagerly, he lets go of your wrist and you move your arms around his neck “please, I want your cock,” you whisper, leaning in, you kiss his neck teasingly “Eddie, please.”

He growls, pulling his fingers out of you he grabs your waist, not wanting to waste another second, he picks you up, placing you on the counter just like he did when he fucked you in his kitchen “we gotta make it quick–” you cut him off and grabs his face and slamming your lips against his, he moans as he kisses you back.

He knows it’s a mistake, kissing you, it’ll only be more difficult later on but he can’t resist you.

Your hands leave his face, sliding them down his body, you can feel him shivering against you. You unbuckle his belt and fumble with the button of his jeans before you push them down along with his boxers. Without breaking the kiss, you take his cock into your hand, teasingly stroking him. You smirk as he whimpers into the kiss.

“Shit, you love being a tease huh?” he breathes as he pushes your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side “come here,” he whispers.

Leaning your forehead against his, you put your hands on his neck as you look down, watching as he grabs your hips tightly before he slides his dick into you slowly. This time he slams his lips against yours to muffle both yours and his moans.

You place your hands on his waist as you push yourself closer to him. He holds you tight enough for his rings to leave indents on your skin but you don’t care, all you care about is his dick splitting you open.

You feel every inch of him, every vein. Waves of pleasure rush through your body. You claw at him, you moan for him, you pull him closer and closer, his kisses become sloppier, his moans get louder and everything just feels so good. You don’t care that your friends might hear you, you don’t care that Steve could walk in any moment.

He moans your name as you break the kiss in need for air “give me a moment,” he grunts “you’re fucking tight, baby.”

You watch his face as you clench around him, giggling when he glares at you “don’t do that, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“That quick?” you tease him.

He pulls out and thrusts back into you, you cry out and this time he slaps his hand over your mouth “you want your little boyfriend walking in and seeing his best friend fuck his girl like the little whore she is?”

Your eyes widen at his words, furrowing your brows, you shake your head.

“No?” he smirks, moving his hand away, you’re about to speak up, when he picks up the pace and thrusts into you faster than before.

You bite your lip, shutting your eyes, you dig your fingers into his sides “h-he… is not my boyfriend,” you manage to say.

“Oh but he thinks you are his,” he growls with an angry look on his face “what would he think if he saw this?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care right now,” you mumble, getting sick of talking about him when Eddie’s cock is moving so perfectly inside of you right now “now shut up and fuck me,” you grumble as you move your hips, meeting his thrusts as you clench around his dick.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so…. perfect.. oh shit, oh fuck.” he moans, shutting his eyes for a moment “you’re really trying to make me cum already?”

You can’t help but smirk at him, leaning in, you latch your lips onto his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin. He grunts and moans as he pushes his hand into your hair, pulling it as he fucks you harder and faster.

You gasp at the feeling, holding onto him as he pounds your pussy hard enough for you to feel dizzy  “f-feel so good, Eddie.”

He grabs your jaw and pulls you away from his neck, tilting your head down, you lick your lips as you watch his dick sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, sliding his hand down your body, he starts to rub your sensitive clit, making you moan and whimper, “look at how good you take it.”

His dick is glistening, covered in your cum and your juices “your pussy is soaking my dick, baby. You were made for me, your pussy was made for me, forget about Steve, he could never fuck you like this,” he mumbles breathlessly, his hips stutter as he feels himself getting close. Your walls spasm around him and you struggle to keep your eyes open as his thrusts get even harder and deeper.

His name leaves your lips in breathy moans “gonna cum, Eddie.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum around my dick like my good little slut?”

You nod.

He grabs your jaw again “say it, say you’re my good little slut.”

You look into his eyes, desperately “I-I’m your good… little slut.”

He smirks “good girl,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your lips “cum for me, baby.”

“Cum with me… cum inside me, please,” you whine as you stare into his eyes with a pleading look on your face.

“You want me to breed you, baby? Want me to fill you up with my cum till it’s dripping down your legs?” he grunts.

You only manage to nod, unable to form any words or sentences, you bury your face in the crook of his neck as he pushes you over the edge and you cum for the second time that night.

He grunts, pressing his lips against your shoulder, he mumbles something under his breath as he cums, spilling his seed inside of you.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily, he presses a soft kiss on your shoulder. For a moment, you don’t move, you don’t say anything, you just stay in each other’s embrace.

You can hear music, your friend’s laughter and Argyle’s loud voice booming through the house. As though cold water has been dumped on you, you straighten up, like you just remembered where you are and who’s bathroom you just fucked in.

Closing your eyes, you curse inwardly at yourself. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again and yet you did and you can’t even be mad at yourself. Not when he holds you and touches you as though you are the one thing he so desperately needs to survive.

He pulls his dick out and grunts at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy “shit… baby, that’s fucking hot,” he smirks as he puts your panties back in place, tapping your clit, you gasp and jolt in surprise.

“Eddie,” you whine.

He chuckles, stepping away, he puts his boxers and jeans back on. You watch him, a concentrated look appears on his face as he fumbles with his belt. His puffy lips and the red cheeks make him look so adorable. How can you regret it when he looks like that?

Blinking, you look away. Pushing your skirt down, you jump off of the counter but your knees buckle and you almost fall. Eddie grabs your waist, keeping you up “whoa, you okay?” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” you breathe as a sudden shyness overcomes you. You look at him through your lashes, heart fluttering as he rubs circles on your skin. Looking at him now, feeling his touch now, feels so different from how it felt earlier “w-we should get back.”

He nods, disappointment flashing in his eyes. It looks like he wants to say something but instead he lets go of you once he is sure that you’re okay. He raises his hands up towards your face, brushing his fingers through your hair, he smooths your hair out and makes sure that your clothes are in place. Oddly enough, it’s a sweet action and you find yourself smiling at him.

You do the same for him, brushing your fingers through his curls, you fix his bangs.

Eddie smiles, your fingertips graze his skin and for a moment, he lets himself indulge in your touch before he forces himself to step away from you. His face falls at the thought of going back out there and watching you snuggle up to Steve again after what you just did with him.

He reaches for the doorknob but what he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him back. A look of confusion crosses his face but it quickly melts away as you push yourself against him and kiss him.

You sigh, leaning into his touch. His heart is about to burst in his chest. God, he really enjoys kissing you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“For what?”

“For ignoring you,” you shrug.

Eddie grins, shaking his head “are you getting soft on me now, Sweetheart? It’s not like we ever talk much, right?” he asks, repeating your words from before.

You roll your eyes and step away from him.

“Hey,” he grabs your arm gently “it’s okay, just uh.. don’t ignore me, please? I can deal with that little attitude of yours and those eye rolls and everything but I hate when you act like I’m not there.”

Your eyes soften “I’m s–”

“You’re sorry, I know. If you don’t wanna do this again, just tell me. It doesn’t have to be awkward,” he says, pretending like his own words don’t make him feel sad. He doesn’t want this to be over so quickly.

You nod.

“But umm I really liked it.”

“I liked it too,” you smile, you touch his hand “okay we uh, we should get back now, we’ve been gone for way too long.”

Eddie chuckles as he unlocks the door “guess you’ll have to come up with a good explanation. Can’t wait to see you get all flustered.”

“Shut up,” you mumble as you walk out of the bathroom. You dread going downstairs.

“You go first,” Eddie says “I’ll tell them I went out for a smoke or something.”

You shake your head “let’s go together, they probably didn’t even notice that we’re gone.”

“Okay but if they ask where we were–”

“Then I’ll come up with something,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Surprisingly no one noticed yours or Eddie’s absence– Argyle did a good job at distracting them. His arm was around Steve’s shoulder as he animatedly told him a story that made him laugh, Jonathan nodding along.

Nancy and Robin were in their own little world as they talked to each other.

Argyle sees the two of you out of the corner of his eye, a relieved look crosses his face as he glances at Eddie.

You flop down on the couch and Eddie follows suit. Surprised by his action, you turn to look at him. You expected him to sit somewhere else and act less suspicious. You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, you look away. Eyes settling on Steve who looks at you now, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Your face falls a little, guilt creeps up in you and you sink into the sofa.

Eddie leans closer once Steve looks away from you “don’t worry, he doesn’t know that we just fucked in his bathroom,” he whispers in your ear “it’s gonna be our dirty little secret.”  

He makes sure that no one is looking before he kisses your jaw softly. Smirking at the gasp that leaves your lips as you look around the room with a panicked expression on your face. 

“Can you feel my cum dripping out of your pussy, baby?” he asks, placing his hand next to your thigh, his fingertips brush against your skin. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, you turn towards him, his chocolate brown eyes and the little smile on his face make it very hard for you not to get mad right now. 

“Are you gonna touch yourself later tonight?” 

“Eddie!” you whisper. 

He chuckles, leaning even closer, he licks his lips “can I watch?” 

Rolling your eyes, you act like his words don’t have an effect on you “perv,” you mumble. 

You stare at each other. The teasing smile reappears on his face again, his eyes are filled with mischief as they flicker between your eyes and your lips. 

Eddie will never stop teasing you. 

Steve sits down next to you and throws his arm around your shoulder. Placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, you give him a small smile. 

Eddie scowls as he watches the two of you, the insecurity sinks in again. 

“Hey, what’s that?” 

Eddie didn’t even notice Robin walking by, she stops next to him and looks down at him with a curious look on her face, poking his neck with her fingers “is that a hickey?” she exclaims with a grin on her face. 

Eddie’s eyes widen, shaking his head. 

“So you do have a girl?” Steve asks, leaning over you to look at his friend “look at you, Munson.” 

Eddie turns to face him and glances at you. 

Your eyes are wide and you look down, he almost wants to laugh, if your friends weren’t as drunk as they are, they would have definitely noticed your awfully suspicious behavior. 

Steve grins as he pulls you even closer to him, not noticing how stiff you are. 

“Who is it?” 

“Yeah Eddie, I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Robin smiles “it’s about time.” 

You frown at her words, lips setting in a straight line as you glare at Robin. The little action doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. 

Is that jealousy on your face? No. It can’t be right? 

“Who is it, man?” Steve asks again. 

Eddie smirks at his friend “you wouldn’t like the answer, Steve.” 

-

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[hendersister]

everybody knows

summary: your little brother dustin finds out that you're dating steve.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: everybody knows by leonard cohen

You’re in the middle of your lunch break from your job at Waldenbooks. Instead of going to the food court, you went to Scoops Ahoy to see Steve. As soon as you arrived, Steve told Robin that he was taking a fifteen minute break and you two went into the back room. 

Before you could even ask Steve how his day was going, he leans in and kisses you. You two have been making out for the past ten minutes, barely stopping for a breath. It’s been like this for the past couple of days, ever since you and Steve admitted your feelings to one another.

Things have been a little hectic for you since Dustin got home from camp so you’re keeping your newly formed relationship on the downlow for now. When you and Steve are around other people you pretend you're just friends and that nothing’s changed, and then the minute you're alone it turns into this. You plan to start telling people once things are more settled.

“HEY STEVE! YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT JUS-”

Suddenly Dustin comes rushing into the backroom. You and Steve immediately pull away from each other, but it’s too late. 

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Dustin freaks out.

He quickly leaves.

“Do you think he saw us?” Steve jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

You follow your little brother out and Steve follows you. You manage to convince Dustin to stay at Scoops Ahoy so you can explain. To try to help cool things over, Steve gives Dustin a free sundae. The three of you go to one of the booths to talk.

“What the hell guys!?” your little brother groans.

“Dustin, I’m really sorry you had to see that,” you apologize, “ Steve and I-”

“We’re dating,” Steve says bluntly.

Dustin shakes his head, stunned. He knew that you and Steve were friends, but he didn’t think you were that close. Dustin never imagined that you and Steve would actually start dating. 

“How long has this been going on?” Dustin questions you.

“Only a couple of days. You were still away at camp,” you tell your little brother.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dustin asks.

“I mean Steve and I just started dating. No one really knows about us yet,” you answer.

“You’re like the first person we’ve told,” Steve tries.

“You didn’t tell me! I walked in on you guys!” Dustin points out.

“Yeah well you would have been the first person we told,” Steve replies.

Your little brother shrugs.

“I’m sorry that you found out this way but we weren’t purposely keeping it from you. Steve and I… we got a lot closer when we both started working at the mall and it just like turned into something more over time. We didn’t rush into this,” you try to explain.

“Yeah man. I really care about her,” Steve tells Dustin sincerely.

Dustin is quiet for a beat. And then he slowly starts nodding his head.

“Okay fine,” he sighs, coming to terms with it.

You and Steve exchange a small look.

“But don't let me walk in on you guys again! I don’t wanna see any of that,” Dustin warns.

“It won’t happen again,” you nod.

“Try knocking next time, Henderson!” Steve rolls his eyes.

You glance up at the clock. Crap! Your lunch break is about to end.

“I need to get back to the store,” you announce.

You rise to your feet. Then you put your hand on Dustin’s face, covering his eyes, as you lean in to kiss Steve.

“See you after work,” you smile.

You pull away from Steve and take your hand off Dustin’s face.

“I’ll see you tonight at home, dork!” you tell your little brother before you walk away.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Once again I’m later than I’d like to be… ngl I kinda forgot I was supposed to post today 😬

Part 1 | . . . | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21

Just then, there’s another knock at the door. “All good in here?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Steve deadpans, “Robin’s torturing me.”

“I’m telling him to take care of himself,” Robin snarks back.

“How’s everyone out there?” Steve asks.

A pause, during which Steve and Robin look at each other. “That’s… about what I’m here for,” he finally answers. “Joyce Byers is here and I don’t think any of us have enough answers for her.”

“Christ,” Steve mutters, thunking his head back against the wall. “Okay. Thanks, Eddie. We’ll be out in a minute.”

“Alright.” He knocks once more, lets his knuckles drag down the wood before he walks away.

“So,” Robin says, wrapping a bandage around his torso. “Joyce.”

“Joyce,” Steve agrees.

“You ready?”

Steve pulls his shirt down, then considers the tear, the blood staining the edges. “I think maybe I should change first.”

She chuckles and pushes him in the direction of his room. “Go,” she says. “I’ll clean up.”

“I don’t deserve you!” He calls down the hall.

“You’d better believe it!” She yells back, and he cackles as he shuts his door.

His laugh wakes El, who’s sleeping in his bed. He winces as she murmurs sleepily. “Sorry, El,” he murmurs, moving to his bed to pass a hand over her head. “Forgot you were in here.”

She yawns, eyes fighting to stay open. “Okay?”

He smiles. “We’re fine, El. Go back to sleep, okay?”

“M’kay,” she mumbles, and does just that. She’s out again before he even reaches his closet.

He passes by the bathroom just as Robin opens the door, having finished putting everything away. He grabs her hand and squeezes once, letting her squeeze back before he drops her hand and squares his shoulders, walking into his living room like he’s preparing for battle.

“Everyone alright?” He asks Nancy, who nods, then cuts her eyes to Joyce’s anxious figure in the kitchen. She’s talking to Jonathan. Steve sees tears in both their eyes and decides to let them come to him before Joyce suddenly turns and faces him.

“You brought him back,” she whispers, tears dripping onto her cheeks as she moves to embrace him. “Thank you.” He accepts the hug before she suddenly pulls back. “I need to know, though… Jonathan told me about these… demonic-looking things-”

Steve nods, offers her a seat. Sits next to her and explains the Upside Down all over again. Her gaze hardens when he lifts his shirt and carefully moves the bandages, at her request.

“Okay,” she finally says. “What can I do?”

Steve smiles kindly. “Rest,” he says. “If you’d like to stay here for now, there’s room. If you’d like to go home, you can. But Will…” he sighs. “He’s… marked, now.”

“He’s involved,” Joyce nods and sets her jaw. “If he’s involved, fine. But know I will do everything in my power to keep him safe.”

“We all will,” Steve answers. “There’s more.” He waves Robin over. “She and I… we’re from the future. We’ve been through all this before.”

“Oh,” Joyce whispers. “You poor dears.”

Robin and Steve share a look. “It gets worse,” Robin admits, taking a seat next to Steve.

Steve grimaces. “It started with me,” he admits. “I, uh. Well. I was a bully. And I broke Jonathan’s camera.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “If you won’t tell the full story, I will. You only broke it because he took pictures of you and Nancy in your room.”

“He was looking for Will-”

“He took pictures of you-”

“Robs,” Steve sighs. “Water under the bridge. Hasn’t happened this time around, remember?”

Robin sighs dramatically, trying to get him to smile. It works. “But it happened last time before I knew you. Do you know how many things I wanted to say to him?”

Steve just raises a brow in response. “I’m pretty sure half of what you wanted to say is only legal in Russia.”

“I’m sorry,” Joyce says, effectively derailing them. “Did you say Jonathan took pictures of you and Nancy? Alone in your room?”

“Yeah, but we’re fine now. Or… we were fine. Last week. When we knew each other.”

Joyce rubs her temples. “Christ,” she mutters. “Are you… I don’t even know what to ask at this point. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Steve shrugs, then thinks about it. “I mean… as fine as you can be after everything, I guess.”

Joyce hums thoughtfully. “Okay,” she decides. “I think you need to tell me everything.”

So they do, taking turns when one forgets something, sometimes getting sidetracked, with Joyce guiding them back onto the topic.

“And that’s it,” Steve finally says with another shrug. “Now we’re here and we found Will and Barb, so it’s already going better than last time.”

“I think I need a drink,” Joyce says. “And I think you need several drinks.” She takes a breath. “Okay. I’m going to take you up on the offer of rest here, since I think Will’s happy here. After that, I’m in. Whatever you need.”

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[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 005: All That and A Can of Worms

Chrissy offers you some insight about Eddie over brunch. You ask Steve how he’d feel about a threesome. Eddie asks if you want to go on another smoke break in his van.

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 4.6k

warnings — mutual pining, angst, tension, casual hookups, profanities, NURSE…billy’s out again, talks of abuse, manipulation

“You’re good at impersonating someone who cares. You had me for a minute there.”

♡

Being annoyed and sexually frustrated at Benny’s Diner at 9 AM is not how you want to start your day. But anything for your new — and very hungover — friend, Chrissy.

You would think Miss Cherry still had the munchies from last night just by how she’s inhaling her breakfast potatoes. You sit there and drink your piping hot tea, all while Chrissy spills hers.

“I don’t know,” Chrissy shrugs. “I just think Crypto currency is shady as hell, and the fact that Jason is doing it full time is a red flag.”

“And you’ve been seeing him for how long?”

“Like two weeks,” she answers. “I was gonna invite him to the thing but I don’t think Eddie would’ve liked him.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I feel like BYOB is more on the…intimate side anyways. Eddie’s close circle.”

Chrissy nods in agreement as she continues to chow down, paying no mind to the adorable ketchup stain she acquired at the corner of her chin.

You can hardly contain it anymore.

“What can you tell me about Eddie?”

Chrissy’s munching ceases. She’s slowly chewing now, attempting to read you.

“Depends…” she squirms. “What do you wanna know?”

“What’s he like?” you wonder. “Did he ever have a girlfriend? Is he someone who’s emotionally available?”

Chrissy thinks for a moment.

“The last serious partnership he ever had was with Isabelle,” she cringes. “But we won’t go into that.”

Isabelle. Okay, you’ve got something.

“Is she the lady friend?”

“No, Lady Friend was just some random chick,” Chrissy shakes her head. “Isabelle was like… serious serious.”

Suspicious now, Chrissy automatically is inclined to ask,

“And you’re asking me this because…?”

Chrissy has been nothing but welcoming ever since you started at Hellfire. The friendship you two have built you feel is something very strong. You trust her enough to know about last night’s scandal with your boss.

“Some things happened last night.”

Chrissy’s eyes widen. “Omg. Like what?”

“Well…” you exhale. “When you went home with Argyle, Eddie gave me a ride home.”

“Go on…”

“We got pretty stoned and then things got heated. Right before we were about to do anything he flat out dipped on me! Blamed it on not wanting to fuck under the influence. I get it, but… something is telling me there’s more to it.”

Just as you expect, Chrissy’s eyes widen in shock. Laughing at the wild news she just received, she requests a quick backtrack. Acceptable reaction.

“Hold on,” she stops you. “We skipped a few chapters. I…thought you were banging his roommate Steve.”

“I am.”

“AND YOU ALSO WANNA GET WITH EDDIE?”

The entire restaurant, it seems, goes quiet. You could hear a spoon clink against some plates from the other side of the establishment.

You try to shush Chrissy. “Dude…”

“Sorry,” Chrissy covers her mouth. She lowers her voice to an aggressive whisper. “Damn, girl! You’re a little hoe.”

You can tell she’s joking.

“Can you blame me though?” you chuckle.

“No,” she shakes her head and giggles. “I really can’t.”

You nod in agreement with her as she mouths “Sooo hot” regarding both Eddie and Steve. Then Chrissy grows serious again.

“Now that we’re here…can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Anything.”

“As someone who’s…hooked up… with Eddie before…” she begins. “I do think that his behavior towards you is a liiittle strange. He’s typically not hot and cold. He’s usually very forward.”

The plot thickens. It would make sense that those two were a thing, given the sexual tension they had last night when Eddie gave Chrissy the edible.

“Wait you and Eddie hooked up?”

“Yeah…” Chrissy confirms. “He used to smoke me out a lot when I first started at Hellfire. One thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together a few times.”

You start to feel like an idiot.

“Chrissy…I’m so sorry,” you start.

But your friend flails her hands around insistently.

“Don’t be sorry! Oh my gosh. It naturally died down anyways!” she exclaims. “'Think it had to do with the excitement of a new face. Eddie eventually got too busy and I started seeing other guys.”

“Oh,” you dial down. “I still feel like I’m breaking girl code in a way.”

“Don’t be sorry girl!” Chrissy repeats. “When it comes to me, you’re not! I actually think everyone needs to experience that man at least once.”

That man, being Eddie.

You jaw pops open.

“What?”

“I’m serious girl,” Chrissy sighs. “He’s just that good.”

“You’re lying.”

“Eyes rolled back,” Chrissy gushes. “Everything. OOH! Girl, he is just so respectful but rough and it’s, ugh…”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“It’s sex from another dimension.”

You and Chrissy squeal in excitement as she gives the details, reenacting most of the ordeal on her poor breakfast potatoes. It's revealed to you that Eddie loves catering to the female body, loves taking charge, and lives for a woman’s reaction. That alone is good enough to make him cum. It all makes you think about the dream you had and if it would be anything close to that.

“Well anyways,” Chrissy concludes. “Eddie’s one of the most chivalrous guys I know. Fucking a girl while she’s not sober is just not how he rolls. He probably freaked out.”

“I understand that,” you tap the table in thought. “But something was still off though. I barely had time to process it. Before you know it, he was dumping me at my house as if nothing happened.”

You fill Chrissy in on more of the details, chugging your tea like it’s a bottle of hot vodka. Being hot and bothered with nothing but a wet dream to get you by until you see one of them again is not a good combination.

“I would talk about this with Eddie and Steve,” Chrissy politely suggests. “And soon. I can feel the…frustration…radiating off your very strong grip…”

You nearly slam your teacup on the wooden table. Chrissy flinches.

“You’re telling me you two haven’t fucked when you were both high before? I mean like come on, that’s what gets people in the mood most times.”

“You may be onto something,” Chrissy squints in thought. “We were high almost every single time. So why now the sudden change?”

“Exactly.”

You say to Chrissy verbatim everything Eddie said to and about you last night. How he was fucking his fist yesterday to your moans. How he was telling you how much he wanted to fuck your brains out while being inches away from your face. How he had the opportunity to have you but chose to run from it the moment you showed interest. Nothing about it made sense.

"Leaving me high and dry after all that?" you reiterate. "I'm almost certain that never happened with you."

“But I also wasn’t hooking up with Steve at the same time,” Chrissy points out. “Maybe this deal might be breaking guy code in a way.”

Or the Munson Doctrine.

The phone rings, ushering your convo with Chrissy to a standstill. Your heart has been trained into thinking it’s Billy, especially since the eerie phone calls and messages have started up again. You’re overpowered by nausea and suddenly want the check.

The name that pops up on your phone causes you to breathe a sigh of relief.

MAX MAYFIELD 💌

“It’s my sister,” you announce. “Let’s keep it PG.” You tap the green phone button to accept the call. “Hey!”

“Hey, I was wondering if you can spot me $100 a month,” Max requests. “At least until I find a job.”

“Good morning to you too,” you mutter.

“Pleeeaaase!” Max begs. “It’s for the Y.”

“A membership at the Y is $100 a month?!”

“Yeah Hawkins is a fucking shoebox, I’ve learned,” Max mutters. “The city needs a lot of funding to keep things open. So will you do it?”

“Only because I love you,” you sigh. “But you better be looking for a job.”

“Scouts honor,” Max promises. “Thank you, sis. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Has Billy been reaching out?”

You swallow hard.

“Yeah," you choke. "Has he been texting you?”

“Mhm.”

Billy called again this morning. And again and again. Surprisingly, there was only one voicemail. But it was the same spiel.

"Hey, it's me," Billy greeted you in his voicemail. "Answer the fucking phone, please! I miss you and Max. You guys are lucky I'm giving you another chance."

His words just boil your blood. If anything, it should be him earning another chance from you and Max. Not the other way around.

"I'm worried about you guys. Y'all have never left the house for this long. So if this is your way of proving a point, all this manipulation projection, you guys won. Just please come back home okay? We can talk it out and ground ourselves to the situation at hand. Together. As siblings. No one loves you as much as I do, and no one will ever love you like I do. We’ll figure it out. Like we always do. K. Later.”

Billy never knows what he’s talking about. It’s obvious he takes every word he hears in therapy and makes alphabet soup out of it. Otherwise, he’d be practicing what he preaches.

The lack of control your brother has over you and Maxine is making him spiral. Without an ample supply, Billy is sure to explode any day now.

“Whatever you do,” you caution her. “Don’t fucking reply.”

“I know, I know,” Max says. “I know how this shit goes.”

“I love you,” you say again.

“Love you more.”

You hang up and instantly begin massaging your temples. Chrissy watches in horror.

“Man do you need dick or what…” she shakes her head. “Hearing all that stressed me out!”

“Tell me about it,” you sigh. “I need two if I’m being honest.”

A few more nibbles of your food, and then you and Chrissy go your separate ways, paying for both of your meals in all ones. You two do it for the cashier’s reaction. It’s always pretty funny.

“Anyway, thanks for this girly,” you give Chrissy a hug.

“Any time!” Chrissy beams. “I’ll see you tonight. We need to do this again soon.”

“Yeah, I just gotta find the time,” you mumble. “I still gotta meet Eddie for his usual stripper-orientation-lunch-thing that he does. Might as well buy a planner with all these commitments popping up.”

As she slows down her walking speed, Chrissy looks over at you with a puzzled look on her face.

“Wait… what ‘usual’ lunch?”

———- ☕️———-

Eddie’s van is nowhere in sight when you pull into Steve and Eddie’s neighborhood. You make your way over to the townhouse quickly, trying to catch The King before you have to clock in.

It’s one push of the doorbell and a wave into the Ring camera before Steve answers.

“Hey you!” he cheers as the door swings open. “Good to see you.”

He showers you with kisses before inviting you in.

“Good to see you too,” you kiss him right back. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me before the gym.”

“Anything for you,” Steve responds. “Dustin usually runs late anyway.”

You make yourself at home by setting your purse on the now tidy kitchen island. Steve offers you some water and you accept. He puts a lemon wedge in it to make it look fancy.

“I got you something,” Steve proclaims.

Before you could react, he’s already running to his room to get you your surprise. Your heart begins to skip a beat.

“Stop,” you gush as Steve disappears into his room. “You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to,” Steve insists as he races back out. For someone who was insanely drunk the night before, Steve is so full of energy. “Especially since I made myself look like a fool last night.”

In his hands, Steve unveils something the size of his palm.

It’s a fridge magnet of a Hawaiian hula girl, with a grass skirt, coconut bra, and a beautiful plumeria lei. She’s got sunglasses on, hilariously one that matches Steve’s. The magnet says your name on it in purple.

“Oh my gosh!” you cheer, with slight confusion. “A hula girl magnet.”

“Yeah!” Steve cheers. “I saw it at CVS and had to get it for you.”

You watch in amusement as Steve attempts his own version of a hula dance. He sings a song while he does so, but it sounds like a language he made up and not actual Hawaiian. You can’t help but giggle.

“It’s the closest thing to sunny San Diego that we have here.”

Your heart swells when you realize the meaning behind the gesture. Such a thoughtful thing for Steve to do. It all makes you miss home a bit more. You never did get to properly grieve saying goodbye to the town that raised you. The grip you have on your little gift tightens so much that the hula girl is now starting to hurt you.

“I know how much you probably miss home,” Steve explains. “Hopefully soon you can go back and visit.”

“Thank you,” you sniff. “That is so sweet of you.”

You two kiss again.

Then it goes beyond an endearing peck. It’s three more intense lip locks back to back before Steve slowly starts to insert his tongue. You roll yours along with his, both of your tongues wrestling for dominance. He bites your lower lip, hands moving from your waist to the small of your back. As you surrender your hands against his chest, Steve sneaks a quick grab to one of your ass cheeks. You moan in his mouth.

“So I was thinking…” you smirk, poking Steve at his sides. “That we can spice things up in the bedroom.”

“Ooh,” Steve bites his lip as he draws you closer. “I like where this is going. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking…” you answer. “That I’ll take you up on that voyeur thing. Give Eddie a little show?”

Steve seems puzzled.

“Huh?”

It’s far too late to take anything back now. The worst Steve can say is no.

“Remember yesterday you said that you’re a voyeur. And that we might as well let Eddie watch?” you elaborate. “Maybe we can also do a little more too. You, me, and him?”

“Oh…” Steve’s demeanor softens. He runs his hands through his freshly done hair, then sits down on the bar stool closest to him.

Steve looks at you for a moment, expression unreadable as he shoves his hands into his pocket.

“Hargrove I…” Steve says. “I was kidding.”

You begin to feel yourself flush. “Oh.”

Your friend with benefits taps his feet in thought, making sure to craft his response perfectly out of respect for everyone.

“This is something you really wanted to do?”

“Of course, but if you don’t want to that’s totally okay too!”

You made sure you were clear on that. Steve thinks for a minute again. Then his eyes travels over to the bar stool next to him, where Eddie’s leather jacket is lazily perched atop of. He sighs.

“Who, uh, who was your ride last night?” Steve inquires. “Since you know, I was the one who drove us.”

You gulp. “Eddie was.”

“Oh,” Steve repeats.

He kicks the floor gently with his feet. You, since you’ve been watching his every move, subconsciously follow.

“I’m really sorry if I got your hopes up,” Steve apologizes. “I should’ve never worded the Eddie thing the way I did yesterday. If I’m honest with you, a threesome isn’t something I would be okay with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Steve hangs his head. “I don’t know if you remember, but a third party is what destroyed my last relationship… so that topic is still pretty sensitive to me.”

You take that back. That’s the worst thing Steve could say.

The space closes up around you and shame starts to fire at you from all corners of the room. You feel like such an idiot for not realizing something so inherently obvious.

“Steve…” you don’t even know where to begin. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Hargrove. You didn’t know,” Steve shrugs it off. “It’s not like we’re exclusive either.”

Steve’s phone vibrates, and judging by how fast he gets up, you assume it’s because Dustin is getting closer. You start to reach for your purse, recognizing that your stay is about to be over.

“I feel really bad for taking this now,” you hold the hula girl magnet up to Steve.

But nonetheless, Steve smiles. “Keep it, darling. She suits you.”

Steve still insists on walking you to you car, carrying your purse for you over his shoulder while you fiddle awkwardly with the hula girl. He gives your rosy cheeks one last tender kiss before opening the door to the driver’s side so you can get in.

“Have a good shift,” Steve smiles faintly. “Tell Eddie I got him the Scooby snacks he wanted.”

You try to laugh at the most Eddie thing you’ve ever heard, but it’s not there. So instead you nod. “Of course. Have a good workout, Stevie.”

“Oh, I will.”

———— 𓆩♡𓆪 ———-

When talking with the Hellfire girls, it’s decided that you’re on tip rail tonight. Distracted by the new problem at hand, you naturally end up forgetting a few last minute things. Lucky for you, House Mom had travel sized makeup for you to use and a wide selection of small snacks to choose from.

You’re eating by Nancy’s little concession set up when your boss strides in. Eddie scoots by you, his lack of spacial awareness causing him to bump you aggressively against the hip. With the height difference and how much more bigger he is than you, the small brush shoves you forward.

“Rude,” you call out to him, though you’re only half joking.

“Sorry,” he tuts. “Behind.”

“You better be sorry,” you snap back. “With your mean ass.”

Eddie waltzes back over and asserts himself behind you, resting his rough hands at your sides. Your breathing hitches as he bends down, his curly locks tickling your cheekbones ever so teasingly.

“Would you say I’m being disrespectful?”

You turn to face him and nudge him with your hip. He chuckles slyly.

“Very,” you respond. “Very disrespectful.”

“Disrespectful. Sober,” Eddie rests his chin along your collarbone. “Looks like we both kept our promises.”

You two sway side to side in silence, enjoying the moment. Work is definitely not going to be this slow so you take it all in while you can.

“How’s your day going?” Eddie mumbles against your skin.

“Alright so far,” you respond. “Chrissy and I went to Benny’s for breakfast. And my sister wants a YMCA membership now so I’m either gonna have to pick up more shifts or reallocate some finances…”

“I vouch for the first option,” Eddie smirks.

“Oh yeah? Of course you do.”

“Mhm…” he nods. “Got some things I need you to do for me in the private show room.”

Goosebumps start to rise. You can’t have him here now. Not when you’re about to go on stage pretty soon. Eddie removes his hands from your hips and changes his embrace to a bear hug instead. The swaying continues.

“Billy also called this morning.”

The swaying stops.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters as you spin around to face him. “You didn’t answer that piece of shit did you?”

“‘Course not,” you cross your arms. “There’s nothing to say or do at this point. He made his bed. My sister and I moved on.”

“Good girl,” he coos. “Your new life is here with us anyways.”

You blush as you suck on your lollipop, eyes meeting Eddie’s once again. Eddie’s dark pupils dilate once more, his tongue venturing out as he licks his lips hungrily.

“Grab your things,” Eddie orders. “Let’s go for a quick smoke.”

You’re back in his van again, smoking the same bong and rolling with the same paper as you did last night. Hopefully this is the redo you’ve been anticipating. Before Eddie lights up the bowl, he glances down at your tote bag.

“Scrubs 4 Less?” he chuckles.

“Oh yeah…” you say. “I may have told my little sister I work nights at the nursing home.”

“You are vile,” Eddie laughs. “Creative, but diabolical and oh so very vile.”

“I prefer the term protective,” you utter as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Mmm, very…” Eddie quips. “Got any spare restraints then, nurse? You got a madman on the loose.”

You bite your lip in absolute lust. “I suppose I can spare a few.”

You kick your stilettos off and rest your feet on Eddie’s lap again. He automatically compensates, staring at you in complete bliss as he exhales.

“Steve bought you your Scooby gummies by the way.”

“Fuck yeah,” he smiles. “Husband of the year.”

Eddie resumes grazing your legs again, rubbing your calves and moving upwards to your thighs. He bombards you with words of endearment, saying he needs to watch the junk food he eats because he’s trying to look good for you. Flustered you slowly sit up, further closing the space between you two and leaning into Eddie’s touch.

Oh yeah, right where you left off.

“I still can’t get over how hot you looked last night,” he says. “Doing your little thing at the VIP table. Downing that tequila. Chewing those gummies while holding your own. You’re something else.”

You blush.

“You were looking pretty hot yourself,” you compliment him and he blushes back. “And when you got all angry at that customer. I was getting all flustered.”

“Mm, you like when I’m aggressive huh?”

“Oh yeah,” you bite your lip. “Love my men rough around the edges.”

So you decide to make the move. Eddie inhales sharply as you scoot yourself closer, leaning in to kiss his soft lips just as you intended to last night. To your shock, you’re taken aback when Eddie pushes you away.

“Whoa!” he exclaims. “Easy there, tiger.”

“What?” is all your mouth can formulate. “Oh no, do I have food in my teeth?”

Eddie chuckles. “No? I just can’t kiss you, silly.”

Bewilderment overrides your horniness now. Removing yourself from Eddie completely, you’re back in your own seat, crossing your legs away from your boss who is still casually lighting up.

“Eddie, what’s going on? I thought we were feeling each other.”

He sets his lighter down and glances over at you.

“Scuse me?”

“Last night…” you remind him. “We were close just like this…you said you wanted to fuck my brains out… told me you were jacking off to my screams in the bathroom.”

“We were fucked up, Hargrove,” Eddie explains. “Okay? It was a mistake.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts or whatever the fuck right?”

Eddie falls silent. There is no way in the world that this is happening right now. You think about brunch. You think about Chrissy. You think about what Eddie did just fifteen minutes ago that led up to this very moment. But Eddie’s the puzzled one?

“I like you Shy Girl,” Eddie begins. “I really do. But this? Can’t be a thing.”

“Why not?” you find yourself asking. Like a desperate little girl.

“Getting involved with an employee would just open up another can of worms,” Eddie sighs. “I can’t play like that. I won’t play like that.”

That’s his excuse? You find yourself getting even more frustrated. Eddie should have had the same mindset when he was hooking up with Chrissy. What made this situation any different?

But surely, you don’t bring Chrissy up. You didn’t want Eddie to know you knew.

“Eddie,” you try to control your voice. “I thought that after all this… the feeling was mutual.”

Eddie exhales. “Sweetheart… All the pet names and the flirting and the giving rides home…Whatever you picked up on, I do that with everybody.”

He can’t say he didn’t warn you. That was the first phrase of Eddie’s to stick with you entirely. It all felt so personal though. Like everything was geared specifically to you.

“Really?” you demand. “You do it with everybody? The last time I checked, Chrissy had no idea what that orientation lunch that you do with everybody is about.”

“It’s a…newer thing.”

“Or it’s a ploy to get to know me better,” you hiss. “And then what would you have done if you got what you wanted?”

Rage fills you now. Clouded with the anger, you scoop down to grab your bag and push the door of Eddie’s van open. Eddie’s shocked at your sudden behavior change.

“Whatever,” you huff as you climb out. “It’s all good. I gotta get ready for the show.”

“Hargro-” Eddie starts. “Hargrove!”

“And put some more water in that thing, would you?” you California self orders him. “Your lungs will thank me later.”

The little time left before the show permits you to go to the bathroom and cry. Your familiar friend, Loss, is paying you a visit again.

You fucked up. You had someone so good to you, someone so patient and gentle and caring, and you threw that away for your manipulative walking red flag of a boss. Surely, Steve might still want to casually sleep with you, but the energy has shifted now. You’ve lost him, you fear.

But no matter how much you wanted to convince yourself, Steve couldn’t give you everything you wanted. He was still missing something, which is why you stayed falling for Eddie. Or the idea of Eddie, rather. Everything you made him up to be has now been rendered completely false.

So now even Eddie can’t meet you where you’re at.

Emptiness comes by to accompany your friend Loss. Pressing your lips to your arm, you let out a muffled wail.

Fuck. How could you be so damn stupid?

Billy’s words crawl along your back and into your ears. You’re afraid your brother is right again; and for someone as irrational as he is, you can’t help but wonder how that could be true.

“No one loves you as much as I do, and no one will ever love you like I do. We’ll figure it out. Like we always do.”

Come home.

All while abusive, Billy’s love was always unconditional. No matter how far both of you took it, the key was always under the mat. And no matter how many times Max had to separate the two of you, shouting for you two to stop trying to strangle each other, you two always found your way back into each other’s arms.

You two came out of the womb hugging. You escaped your cribs to sleep beside each other. You comforted each other after every beating. You fed Billy to make sure he ate after Mom’s funeral while he did your laundry and laid out your clothes for a week straight. When one of you was in danger, the other just simply knew.

Billy is Love in its truest form. Your greatest comfort. All you’ve ever known. And that alone scared the hell out of you.

It all makes you crumble further. Is your brother’s love as good as it’s ever going to get?

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author’s note: our boy eddie is RAN THROUGH!!!!! also i love how ST fanfic writers have all collectively agreed to drag steve to HELL AND BACK for the plot 🫣😩 poor boy never gets a break, not in the original universe, not in this universe, not in any of ‘em

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[heyitsme1040]

Sassy Soup [stucky]

summary : Steve and Bucky come home while you’re making soup. While the boys are causing chaos, you try to remind them that you’re cooking. It doesn’t work out, and now Steve is picking up dinner for the three of you. But that’s fine, you can always make soup tomorrow. 

pairings : Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : None (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 550

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day twenty-seven of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘soup’.  

“It’s way too cold,” Bucky’s voice came from the entryway. 

“I told you to put on more than just a shirt and your leather jacket,” Steve replied. 

You shook your head, chuckling at their antics. You heard some loud thumps from the hallway. Before you could ask what was happening, Bucky was briskly moving through the kitchen with Steve hot on his heels. Bucky stood behind you with his arms around your waist, gently guiding the two of you so he stood in the corner with you securely against his front. Steve stood directly in front of you, playfully glaring at the brunette behind you. 

“Careful of the lady, punk,” Bucky’s voice taunted. 

You slightly raised your hand, about to interject between their dispute, “Um, I need to–”

Steve scoffed in response to Bucky’s taunt, “Really? ‘Careful of the lady’ when you’re the jerk that pulled her into this.”

“I really should–” you pointed to the pot on the stove. 

“I can’t help that she’s so irresistible. I couldn’t stand not being around her any longer,” Bucky tried to sweet talk. 

“The stove–” you spoke up, looking at the pot you heard boiling. 

“So you just wanted to hug her, then? This has nothing to do with–” Steve cut himself off, startled. 

The pot on the stove had boiled over. Bucky pulled you to stand behind him, standing in a way to shield you while still being alert. You pouted, upset the soup you had been making for dinner was no longer going how you’d hoped. You stepped around Bucky, past Steve, and turned off the burner. With your hands protected by oven mitts, you moved the pot off of the still-hot burner. No longer on the heat, the soup quickly stopped boiling. You looked at the separated soup, disappointed it wasn’t salvageable. 

“There goes dinner,” you murmur, stirring the pot one last time. When the burned chicken that was stuck to the bottom reached the surface of the separated cream base, your shoulders sagged further. 

“I’m sorry doll,” Bucky spoke up, turning you to face him. He bent his knees to level his eyes with yours, “I didn’t mean to ruin dinner.”

“Yeah,” Steve kissed your temple while placing his arm across your shoulders, “We were just joking around. And it went too far. We’re sorry.”

Bucky nodded, keeping his gaze on your face. 

“I know,” you tell them, “and it’s okay. I was just looking forward to trying a new recipe. I can always try again,” you smiled slightly. 

“Tomorrow,” Steve suggested. “Buck and I will go with you to the store and get everything for the soup.”

“And we’ll help with whatever you need to make it,” Bucky chimed in. “That way it won’t take as long.”

“Thanks you two,” you kissed each of them on the cheek in turn. 

Steve picked you up and carried you to the living room. Bucky sat on the couch before Steve set you on the cushion. Bucky guided you to lay down with your head in his lap, running his fingers through your hair. 

“I’ll be right back,” Steve said as he walked back toward the entryway. “I’m gonna go pick us up some of that Thai food up the road.”

“That sounds great,” you call out to him. 

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Everything Falls Into Place

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: fluff, worrying about not being able to adopt a child, anxiety

Request by anon: Aww if steve and vixen settle down imagine them fostering or adopting a child. In their words "adoption helps a kid"

Summary: You and Steve start the process of adopting a child. There are a lot of steps that you have to go through, including a background check. You're worried about your past as Vixen is finally going to bite you in the ass. This is it. This is the other shoe you've been waiting for to drop.

Cat and Mouse Masterlist

Squares Filled: social worker au (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

“What is taking her so long?” you sigh impatiently.

“She’s only been gone five minutes. Calm down,” Steve chuckles from beside you. Steve looks over at you to see you bouncing your leg from how nervous you are. You’re wringing your fingers together to keep yourself from biting your nails. “Y/N, you’re acting like a criminal who just got caught. Take a deep breath.”

“Steve, this woman is the decider on whether or not we have a child. Forgive me if I’m a little anxious.”

Your social worker, Amy, takes another ten minutes before she’s back in the office, and you let out a relieved sigh that she hasn’t kicked you out… yet.

“I am so sorry. We’re extremely backed up,” she says and takes a seat across from you.

“It’s no problem,” Steve smiles politely.

“So, you’re looking to adopt a child? It’s a big responsibility.”

“Yes, ma’am. We’ve actually been wanting this for a while now.”

“Why now? Why not then?”

You and Steve look at each other in thought. Maybe it’s because you two were out fighting in wars you had no business being in. Maybe it’s because you finally came face to face with Zemo again after so many years of being away from him, and you almost killed him. Maybe it’s because even though you think you’re ready to be parents… you’re actually not.

“We felt like the timing wasn’t right,” Steve finally answers and peels his eyes away from you.

“Have you always wanted to have children?”

“Yes, I have,” Steve answers honestly. “For as long as I could remember.”

“And you?” Amy asks.

“In the beginning, yes. I mean, when I was a lot younger. Some shit happened to me and I didn’t allow myself to feel that way until recently. Maybe in the last couple of years? I can’t have children biologically, but I do want one.”

“I never know how to ask this question despite how many years I’ve been doing this, but what kind of parents would you two be?”

“I can’t say for sure. How can anyone know for sure? We’ve never taken care of a child before. There will be obstacles that we might not know how to get over but I can tell you one thing. We will do our very best to make sure this child is loved, safe, and raised to be the best person they can be.”

“That’s a good answer,” Amy smiles and writes in her notebook. Steve rubs his thumb on the back of your hand comfortingly. “This is going to be a long process but I have confidence that it will go by quicker than you think.” She hands over a piece of paper to Steve. “Here is a list of everything I will be needing by the end of this week. Legal papers. You know how it goes. Next will be an extensive background screening for everyone living in the adoptive household. After that will be the in-home interview and inspection of the home.”

You don’t hear anything past background screening. What if they find out about Vixen? They won’t want to give you a child when they figure out how many people you’ve killed. What if they come for the home inspection and find your room of weapons? You’re not getting a kid.

“Okay,” you squeak out.

Steve notices your panic but decides not to say anything about it until you two leave the office building.

“What’s going on?”

“What if they find out about Vixen? The Winter Soldier? My time in Hydra?”

“They won’t--”

“What if they do?” you cut him off. “What if they don’t see me fit to be a mother? What about the guns and shit we have at the house? They’re not going to allow us to be parents with all that there.”

“Baby, you need to calm down. We’re going to do fine.”

His words go in through one ear and out the other. You hear him talk but you’re not listening to a word he’s saying. When you get home, you immediately head to the room with all your weapons and begin taking them off the wall. If you’re going to make this house suitable for a child, you have to make sure it’s safe for one.

“Y/N, it’s going to be fine.”

“No, it’s not. We live in a state where it’s illegal to carry outside your home. We aren’t even allowed to have this many weapons in the house.”

Steve knows you have to do this in order to make yourself feel better. He leaves you to box the weapons while he gets his phone out of his pocket. He calls Bucky, Sam, and Nat to come over because he thinks having them here is going to help you. He has always been the more level-headed one in the relationship which is why he’s being so calm about this. He has faith that everything is going to work out just fine.

“How long has she been like this?” Nat asks when she gets there.

“Since we left the social worker.” They know you and Steve have wanted a child for a while now. “Nothing I say matters.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha says and walks into the room. “You doing okay?”

“No, I’m not. I have to get these weapons out of here. Can you keep them for a while?”

“Sure. You’re going to do just fine. If anyone deserves a kid, it’s you two.”

“No, it’s not okay. Amy is going to come in here and see all these weapons and she is not going to give us a child. This isn’t safe for one. Or she will know I’m Vixen and think wow, a mass murderer assassin doesn’t deserve a kid. Or she’ll know about Bucky, Thanos, and everything else we have done in our lives.”

“Would it help if we helped you?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Steve help clear out the room until it’s bare. This is the room you’re going to use for the nursery. You don’t have any supplies since you’re not sure when you’re going to be getting a kid, so you’ll keep it bare for now. Bucky and Nat take the weapons to hold onto until this whole thing blows over. Your house has a basement that you can put them into only until after the inspections are done.

On the day of the interview and home inspection, you have cookies baking in the oven to give the home a sweet smell. You have been cleaning all day to ease your worries. Steve is nervous as hell but less than you are.

“I think this is the tenth time you fluffed that pillow.”

“It has to be perfect.”

“It is. You are. It’s going to be fine.”

“I know. It’s going to be great,” you smile. Amy shows up on the dot, and you let her in eagerly. “Welcome to our home. It’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you. Wow, smells good in here.”

“I have cookies that just left the oven. Would you like one?”

“No, thank you. I have two more visits to do. Not to sound rude but I’d like to get started right away.”

“Of course.”

You two lead her to the living room and sit across from her. Steve reaches for your hand and pulls it into his lap.

“To start with, why don’t you two tell me what you two do for a living?”

“We are employed with Stark Industries,” Steve says. Happy sends money to every Avenger on behalf of Tony. You don’t need a job when your job is saving people who need it. Does she not know you two are Avengers? “We make about two hundred thousand each every year.”

“Do you enjoy your work?”

“We love it. I can’t see myself doing anything else.”

“What are some of your hobbies?” Amy asks you.

“I love to sew. I love making my own clothes. I actually made my own wedding dress. It brings me peace whenever it’s just me, a needle, and some fabric.”

“And you?” Amy asks Steve while writing in her notebook.

“I like to draw, sometimes. I’ve been practicing more these days. I like to fish. We have a cabin up north that we like to go to when the weather is nice.”

“Tell me about your marriage, and how your relationship is with your significant other.”

You look at Steve and smile lovingly at him.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. He has saved me in ways you can’t possibly imagine. He’s my best friend. Sure, we have our ups and downs, but there is nothing we can’t accomplish together.”

“She said it right,” Steve chuckles. “I love her with all of my being. Our marriage has been nothing but great for these past few years. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“That’s sweet,” Amy smiles and writes. “Tell me about your relationship with your parents.”

“Both our parents are dead. We don’t have any living relatives,” you answer. 

“To get with the technical questions, why do you want to adopt?”

“I’ve mentioned this before but I’m sterile. I can’t have children on my own. I know Steve wants a family. This is the only way I know how to give it to him. We don’t want to do fostering or a surrogate. We feel like it’s more our style to adopt.”

“What she said,” Steve chuckles.

“If granted the opportunity to adopt, what are your hopes for your child?”

“That they’re a good person,” Steve answers. “That they’ll see someone who needs help and will want to do that for them. Who will love unconditionally.”

“Alright,” Amy writes. “This is everybody’s least favorite section. I’ve done your background checks.” Your heart drops. This is it. This is where she tells you that you can’t adopt. “Now my main concern is your work with Hydra. You are the Vixen.”

“Were,” you correct. “I’m not that person anymore. Yes, I have done a lot of bad things in my life. Things you can’t possibly imagine. That isn’t who I am now. I have healed from that part of me. I got help. I made amends. I got Hydra out of my head. I don’t associate myself with those people anymore.”

“What about Bucky?”

“Bucky is healed, as well,” Steve takes over. “He went to Wakanda and underwent the same thing she did. They’re both trying to move on from their past.”

“That’s all it is, Amy. It’s my past. It’s not my present and it sure as hell isn’t going to be my future.”

Amy goes through more routine questions before she gets ready for the house inspection. You tell her the plans you have for the empty room which will be the nursery. She doesn't say much but she does write a lot of stuff down.

“Thank you for coming,” you say when she is done.

“I’ll be touch.”

As soon as the front door is closed, your smile is lost.

“God, we’re not going to get a kid. Did you see the look on her face when she mentioned Vixen? She knows I’ve killed before. What person would want me to be a mother?”

Steve pulls you close and lets you vent. “We won’t know more for a while. Let’s just try and keep a calm head. Even if she says no, we can try other avenues. We will be parents. You’d be a loving mother.”

And wait you did. For two long weeks. You thought that was their way of telling you that you weren't going to have a kid. Until your phone rang and changed your entire life.

“Hello?” you answer frantically.

“Hi, Y/N? I have some news regarding your adoption application.” You and Steve wait with held breaths. “I am very happy to say you’ve been approved. I can’t wait to work with you.”

“We can get a kid?” you ask tearfully.

“That’s the first part of the process. We have sent in your application to mothers who are looking to put their children up for adoption. If and when they pick you, I will call with the next steps.”

“Thank you so much.” You cry when she hangs up. “We’re getting a kid.”

Steve pulls you in and kisses the top of your head emotionally. You have to wait for a birth mother to pick you so until then, you just have to wait. Most couples wait months or even years to get called, but you get a call from Amy only a couple of days later with a date set to meet a birth mother who chose your application among a few others. You’re nervous as hell because what if she doesn’t pick you? What if she hates you as soon as she meets you?

You get to the office where the meetings are held and wait for Amy and the birth mother to come. Her name is Jessica and she is too young to be having a kid. She is only twenty-three and she doesn't want kids at this age. Maybe when she is older but definitely not now.

Jessica walks in and seems to be about six months pregnant. She just came back from meeting a potential couple, so you straighten up and smooth down your skirt to make yourself look more presentable.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you two. My name is Jessica.”

“Y/N and this is my husband, Steve. Thank you for seeing us.”

“Yeah, I was intrigued when I read about your hobbies and your work with Stark Industries. Did you know Tony?”

“Uh, yeah.” You look at Steve and have a silent conversation through your eyes. If she is going to pick you, she should know exactly who you are. “I hope this doesn’t affect us negatively but he’s Captain America and I’m… Vixen.”

It takes Jessica all of five seconds before she starts crying. This is it. This is where she runs for the hills and gets you blacklisted from ever adopting a child.

“Captain America saved my life,” she sniffles. “I was visiting a friend in Sokovia when Ultron happened. You saved me.” She turns to Amy and wipes her eyes. “I don’t want to see anyone else.” She looks at you with a teary smile. “I can’t think of anyone better to care for my child than you two.”

“I’ll get the paperwork started,” Amy smiles and leaves the room.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You’re getting a kid. You’re getting a kid. You’re finally able to start your own family.

x

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[aloneinthehellfire]

Teaser! GOH: Chapter Twenty

Gates Of Hell

A/N: So much has happened in my life lately that I've had absolutely no time to write, much less even think about my fics. I've missed writing and even though I'm in a serious creative rut right now, I have a little something to keep us going until I can finish the next chapter. Thank you again for the love and the patience x

Chapter Twenty: Friend Or Foe, Part I

He can’t stop replaying that moment in his head.

“I’m gonna turn any minute now.” You place your hands on his cheeks, making sure he was listening to your every word. “And I don’t want my last memory to be crossing back into our home knowing I won’t make it 5 steps before the virus kills me. Okay? So, you’re gonna go through the gate and you’re not ever gonna look back. Please. Don’t come back for me.”

“I can’t-” He cries and you bring his forehead down to touch yours, nodding.

“I know.” You whisper, leaning forward to leave a feather-light kiss on his lips.

His eyes are still closed when you lean back, studying him one last time.

“Which is why I’m sorry.”

Steve’s eyes snap open just in time to watch your hands find his chest and shove him as hard as you can, his body ripping through the gate faster than he can experience.

His back hits solid concrete, making him groan. It takes a second for him to blink away the dots in his vision, slowly sitting up. He can see your figure clearly, your sad eyes, the smile gracing your lips.

And then the gate starts to sew itself shut.

Your words are stuck on a never-ending loop, the bittersweet memory of your voice floating past his ears every morning he awoke since he lost you. It replays because his subconscious wants to torture him, remind him of everything he could have done but never did.

If he had just opened his eyes. If he had opened his eyes, you wouldn’t be trapped in the upside down. If he had opened his eyes, Jonathan Byers would still be alive.

The ceiling he stared at never crushed him like he wanted it to every time he woke up to the realisation he was a failure. He couldn’t do anything right. Everyone around him would be better off if the murky grey ceiling caved in and buried him under its rubble.

And yet even with all his silent prayers, the building stayed steady, and he was forced to push himself out of bed and face the reality. He messed up, twice. And now everyone else had to pay for it.

Just as he pulled a shirt over his head, a drone of voices could be heard from the living room. He cracks open his door, Hopper’s rough words echoing loud.

“They’re forcing us to leave.”

Steve sobered up fast, quickly and quietly descending the staircase and rounding the corner to a view of, well, everyone. Hopper must have called everyone in for a meeting. Everyone but him.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, ignoring the looks from the Party. They always greeted him with such pity now, sorrow lacing their features like he was a kicked puppy that needed cheering up.

“Just in time.” Hopper greets, running a hand down his face. “The military are expanding the quarantine.”

“When?” Steve crossed his arms, frowning.

“Tomorrow morning.” Hopper sighs and Steve’s heart sinks. “Unfortunately for us, we’re close to the danger zone already. They want us packed up by tonight or…”

“Or?” Nancy prompts. Steve notices the worn expression she tries to mask, another shot at his chest. Losing Jonathan was sucking away her life force. And he did that to her.

“Or they’re forcing us out of here.” He says grimly, a few scattered mutters filling the silence. “They’ve tried keeping the monsters at bay but it’s a losing battle. I tried arguing, but they’re not looking for opinions. They’re doing a full sweep of the danger zone borders and moving everyone out. Our hands are tied.”

“What if we hide?” Dustin suggests, nodding wildly. His friends nod too, but with less conviction.

“Not that easy.” Hopper tightens his lips. “Our last search attempts for food have been failures. We won’t have enough rations to keep going even if we found a way to avoid the quarantine. The infestation is beyond our control without those gates. We’ll have to… give up.”

His eyes wander down to the map displayed on the table in front of him, staring at the crossed out circles of missed opportunities. The watergates, as the young boy had dubbed. And the pattern you found even when all hope felt lost.

“But we can’t find those gates if we’re not… here.” Dustin deflates as gravity pulls him back down to the suggestion in Hopper’s words. “We won’t find Y/n if we’re not here.”

“We can’t find her anyway.” Robin mutters, folding her arms tighter against her chest. Steve sends a startled look her way, but she doesn’t acknowledge it. He understands why she must be so bitter, losing her best friend like that- her only friend, as she had reminded him before. But he didn’t expect her to be this cold, even if it’s taking longer to find you than anticipated.

“I’m going to give the search one more shot.” Hopper announces, running a hand down his face. He clearly hadn’t slept, tone too low, his body slumping against the table as he fought against exhaustion. “If there are no rations left for us, we’ll have to pack up and leave with the rest of them. I can lead the search if no one wants to-”

“I’ll do it.” Steve steps forward, surprised expressions adorning everyone’s faces. Steve hadn’t left the house since they lost Jonathan, and he had made no suggestion until now that he was ready to do that.

“Kid-” Hopper begins with a sigh, but Steve shakes his head.

“It’s supposed to be my turn anyway.” She shrugs, ignoring his bubbling fits of anxiety growing in his stomach. “No point sending too many people out in case it is a lost cause.”

“You can’t go alone.” He responds, brows furrowed. He knew better than to argue with him when they were running out of time. “That’s the rule.”

Steve mentally sighs. Who would want to go with him? The last time he led a mission, he fucked it all up.

“I’ll go.”

He grits his teeth. Great.

Billy emerges from the shadowed corner he had watched from, smirking at Steve as he approaches the table.

“I’ve been out there more than anyone, I know how to get into the stores undetected.” He practically boasts. Steve wanted to groan, a sickly feeling in his stomach when Hopper agrees without reservation. Does he know what Billy did to them last year?

“That’s settled then. You two head off when you’re ready. I think… I think I’m gonna head back up and keep searching.” The last part was mumbled under his breath as Hopper leaves the table and trudges back up the stairs. Steve stares almost mournfully after him. He was in so much pain and, even so, he would never show it.

Like father, like daughter.

“Ready when you are, buttercup.” Billy grins, folding his arms.

Steve bit his tongue, glancing over at a punchable face if he ever saw one. “Sure.”

He starts searching for a bag when a hand is thrust into his view, the very object hanging from their fingers.

“Take mine.” Nancy offers, and he takes it with a timid smile.

Since the mission, Nancy has barely uttered 5 words to him. Well, 7 now, which Steve thinks he should be grateful for. After all, if it had been Nancy searching for Jonathan, if it had been you being the one caught in the crossfires of shapeshifters because Nancy wasn't focused, would he have ever talked to her again?

“Thanks.” He says, and she walks away without so much as a second glance, heading for the staircase. She’s been more adamant on spending time with Will than he has been lately.

“Good luck.” Dustin calls when he reaches the door, Billy behind him.

“Don’t need it.” Billy responds, and Dustin purses his lips.

“Wasn’t talking to you.” He mutters and Billy frowns.

“What did you say?” He growls.

“I said, break a leg!” Dustin throws two thumbs up, grinning.

“And an arm.” Max whispers, and Lucas stifles his giggles.

“Whatever.” Billy swings open the door and steps out without so much as a goodbye. Although, Steve wondered who he’d be needing to pay his farewells too. The only person who seems to have ever shown interest in his care was, well, you.

“I’ll see you later.” Steve smiles at Dustin, the boy throwing out a salute that made him smile.

Even if Steve was stuck with his worst enemy, at least he felt like he was finally contributing something. Something Dustin could be proud of.

Maybe even something that could help find you.

the unlikely duo will be returning for the rest of the chapter, coming soon...

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[miserable-sarah]

You Forgot Me

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence

Summary: Bucky forgets who are after being controlled again.

“Stop it” you laugh loudly, Bucky on top of you holding you down while he tickles you, your hair is spread around the bed, a huge smile plastered on your face, your eyes shut from laughing, he loves the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. Bucky could seriously stare at you forever and find something new to love about you. “Stop, please!” You had tears coming from your eyes because you were laughing so hard. He put his arms up smiling.

“Fine, fine” he chuckles. He looks at you and you look at him. You let out a few laughs, you stared in his beautiful eyes. You lifted your hand to his cheek, his smile softened, so did yours. This is the perfect moment. You moved your hand down to his jaw. His hand moved to your hair touching it lightly. “You’re beautiful” he whispered to you and only you. He leaned down, your heart started to flutter. It’s finally happening. You closed your eyes ready for the kiss you’ve been waiting for since you met him.

“Bucky! Y/n! We’re outta here!” Sam barged in the room. Bucky quickly got off you. You sat up in bed and cleared your throat looking away. “Oh I’m sorry” Sam said walking out quickly. You looked at Bucky and laughed. The moment was ruined but you would still go for that kiss.

“Well I guess we better go” you nod feeling disappointed and walk out the room with him.

“There’s the happy couple” Steve joked. You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“Sam” you said looking at him

“Hey I’m just telling what I saw”. He says putting his hands up. You looked at Bucky, he wasn’t looking at anyone just staring off like he always does.

“You with us?” You ask tapping his shoulder

“Yeah” he snapped out of it “yeah, nothing happened. We’re not a couple” he walks out of the house going to the ship. Everyone looks at you, you just shrug sometimes he just gets in these moods.

We all board the ship. Steve drives with Nat.

“How are you and Mr. Bucky” Sam teases sitting next to you.

“Oh stop” you push him lightly “he’s being weird, we had a good moment a perfect moment then you ruined it” you look at him, he chuckles “I mean I don’t know maybe it’s just because the moment was ruined but he didn’t say anything”

“Did you?”

“Well, no” you sigh

“Maybe you need to make the first move.”

“Maybe” you shrug looking at Bucky, he’s sitting in the back writing in a little book. You smile at him, he’s been doing really good after everything he’s been through he’s showing real progress in maintaining a good thought process. Maybe you’ll complicate things and that’s why he hasn’t made a move. Whatever the reason is you’re happy for him.

~

Mission went south, Bucky got taken and is being controlled again. He’s hurting people left and right. He’s been sent on you guys to stop. You almost went back home, you can’t deal with this but your team needs you. Although right now you’re getting your ass kicked. Not by Bucky a different super solider. You were laying on the ground coughing up blood.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, you wipe your mouth and look at the punch that is coming to you. This one is going to knock you out and you know it. Steve stops it with his shield, he gets the guy. You slowly get up. Nat came over to help you.

“These guys are ridiculous” She says to you. You nod at her but you can’t take your eyes off Bucky. “Get him back” Nat pays you on the back. Everyone fights off the last solider, you ran after Bucky.

“James!” You yell, it’s dark of course. You can’t see much. Bucky stands in front of you he’s back a little. You look at him, he makes no move. “Bucky what are you doing?” You ask your voice shaking a little you know he can end you right here.

“Leave.”

“No. Not with out you” you stand your ground

“I’ll kill you!”

“No. No you won’t” you step forward. “Bucky it’s me. It’s Y/n. Don’t forget me” you feel your eyes stinging. You know he’s going to hate himself for this. “Bucky this isn’t you.”

“It is.”

“No. It’s not.” You hear him click a gun. Your breathing gets shaky. Bucky pretty much sprints towards you. You stand there ready for whatever is coming to you. He grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips to yours. You squeal and open your eyes. Bucky is kissing you. You kiss back, you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Y/n” he says resting his forehead on yours.

“You forgot me” your panting.

“No, I didn’t” he shakes his head, he’s panting with you. He looks up and sees the team. He nods to them letting them know he’s fine. He’s back.

[aurumacadicus]

I’m gonna throw this out there.

For years, Tony’s done holidays with the Rhodes family. Rhodey grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him out of the dorm the moment he realized Tony wasn’t going to his own home for Christmas, and he’s just... shown up at their house ever since. He’s always welcomed, always feels loved maybe even more than at his own home during the holidays, but he knows it’s temporary. Someday, Rhodey’s going to have someone special to bring home, and Tony will have to bow out. Still, until that point in time, he’s going to hold onto the holidays he has with them as tightly as he can.

Of course, it happens eventually. Rhodey meets Carol, and he’s smitten instantly. Tony likes her, too. She’s tough and snarky and gives as good as she gets, and she’s the only girlfriend he’s had that wasn’t put off by Tony and Rhodey basically lying on top of each other or Tony wandering into Rhodey’s room every morning and pestering whether they wanted to go out for brunch. But Christmas is coming. Rhodey and Carol have been dating for seven months. It was time to meet the family. Rhodey went to meet her friend Maria and daughter Monica for Thanksgiving, and Carol was going to the Rhodes’ for Christmas.

Tony had spent Thanksgiving with his maybe-boyfriend and his friends (he doesn’t know if they’re dating and at this point he’s too scared to ask). Normally he’d go to the Rhodes’. But. That’s for Carol now. She’s Rhodey’s partner. Maybe, after she’s more settled into their relationship, Tony could come back. As it stands, he’s always been sort of the spare piece. He’s used to it. Maybe he can spend Christmas with his maybe-boyfriend again. Or... maybe not. Steve probably had plans with his own family. Friends. Friend-family. Whatever. He doesn’t really want to ask. Thanksgiving was... friend-friendly. He knew Christmas was more family-oriented. He doesn’t know what to do. He feels sort of paralyzed. He hasn’t had to choose what to do for the holidays for fifteen years. Maybe he should just... work? That way he won’t be putting anybody out. He’d been invited to Steve’s NYE party. He just had to spend a few days alone beforehand. It would be fine.

“Tony, we’re ready,” Rhodey says after coming in from one last trip to Carol’s car.

“Okay,” Tony answers, wondering if it would be too weird to smile as he waves them off.

Rhodey stares at him for a moment, then asks, “When’s your boyfriend getting here?”

Tony blinks. “...Um?”

“...He’s driving up with you, right?” Rhodey prods. When Tony just stares at him, too confused to speak, he adds, “Mama said she wanted to meet our beaus. You remember that, right? You have to. You made a face when she said ‘beaus’ and then had to sit through a lecture on how it was gender inclusive specifically for you. It was when we told her we’d be going somewhere else for Thanksgiving.” When Tony only continued to blink, he said, “Tony. You’re coming to our house for Christmas.”

“I am?” Tony asks hopefully.

“Tony,” Rhodey begins, and then sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, Tony, of course you are. I’m sorry I didn’t make it clear. I know how you are.”

Tony stares at him for a moment, then asks, “Can I still come, even if my maybe-boyfriend isn’t going?”

“Why isn’t your boyfriend coming? Why are you calling him your maybe-boyfriend,” Rhodey adds sternly. “Steve sleeps over three nights a week. Sometimes four.”

“And you still come in and bother us about brunch,” Carol adds, stepping inside as well.

Tony just blinks at her. “Everyone likes brunch.”

“I like sleep,” Carol says, at the same time Rhodey bursts out, “Does he know you don’t know you’re dating?!”

“...I obviously did not,” Steve says, standing in the doorway.

“Eep,” Tony says, and then flees to the bathroom under everyone’s incredulous stares.

Steve packs Tony a bag while Rhodey tries to cajole him out, but in the end, Carol gets nervous about being late impatient and rams her shoulder into the door so it breaks off its hinges, then carries Tony out while he, Rhodey, and Steve are too stunned to say anything about it.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Evidence, Emotions, Whatever

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: For Reasons Unknown...

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Frank slammed the door to the office. One week ago, his world was being turned upside down. Now, after the motion hearing, they had to continue to wait for a decision on the adoption.  The judge had granted the stop on the adoption but not the cancellation.  Mike had to prove that he was a fit parent and DNA evidence.  He also had to show why Abby and Frank were not fit for adoption.  Frank reached for the scotch after Andy called with the news. He poured himself a healthy measure and sat on the window seat.  He watched as Mary played with Dodger and Scott, Marco watching over.  

“Frankie?” Abby poked her head in after letting Frank have a few minutes. “Baby?” 

“I can’t right now Abby. I just can’t.”  

“They didn’t say we couldn’t adopt her.” 

“No but they are giving him a chance. Why would they fucking do that?  He has charges against him!” 

“I know, baby, I know.”  She sat next to him and rubbed his back.  “None of it makes sense.”  

Frank drained his glass. “There has to be something to prove he’s an unfit parent.”  

“I agree.” She kissed his cheek.  “And we’re gonna work together to find it.”  

That whole week was dedicated to research and reaching out to anyone and everyone who had been a part of Mike’s life.  A lot were shocked to hear what Mike had been trying to do.  Others felt that the way Frank and Abby went about their relationship forced the reaction.  

Frank and Johnny were warming up for their next game.  “Have you heard from Andy?” 

“No.” Frank felt dejected. Andy, Steve his agent and Scott had been making call after call.  Abby had been called in by the hospital to cover for another surgeon so that added to Frank’s worry. He thought back to after she got to the call. 

“Cricket, you’re pregnant. I don’t think the added stress is good for you.”  

“Frankie, there are patients that need me. I will rest a lot and not make it longer than eight hours. I’ll talk with the Chief.”  

“Cricket, you don’t have to work. I can take care of us.”  

Abby narrowed her eyes and Frank took a step back. “Franklin, are you saying that I’m not strong enough to work?” 

“No baby, I’m...” 

“Let me tell you something Franklin Edward, I am stronger than any man. I survived more in my life.”  

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you weren’t strong. I’m just... fuck Cricket, I’m scared ok.” 

“Scared of what?” 

Frank took a moment. “We are on the verge of losing Nugget and what if something happens to you or the baby and... I keep seeing the worst every time I close my eyes.”  

“Frankie, we are not going to lose Mary. I am going to be safe, and we are not going to lose our baby. Honey, you can’t let your fears take over. I promise, I won’t overdo it.”  

“I know, I’m sorry Cricket. I know you are the strongest woman I know.” He kissed her forehead. “Forgive me love.”  

“Say something like that again and we are going to have problems Frank.”  

“I know Cricket.”  

“Now let’s get ready for bed. You need to rub my back.”  

“Yes ma’am.”  

“Abby has thrown herself into work for distraction.  We had to talk to Mary about the hearing because the judge said she wanted to talk to Mary.” Frank sighed. “I just wish we had something to show he is a bad guy. I just can’t believe that he might get custody.”  

Johnny sighed. “I remember you telling me he had helped you in getting custody of Strawberry when she was a baby. Something about seeing Diane using drugs.” He furrowed his brows.  

Frank had mimicked his expression. “Yeah, he did.” 

“Well, how did he know that? He had to have been with her when she was using it.” 

It clicked in Frank’s head. “So it is possible he was using as well. Fuck Storm, you’re a genius.” He pulled out his cell and sent a message to Andy.  

Frank: Can we request a drug test?  Andy: We would need a reason  Frank: He claimed that Diane was using. How would he know?  Andy: Noted. I will file the motion.  

Frank put his phone away. “Thank Storm. Hopefully we’ll get a break.”  

The game is perfect, the Dodgers shutting out the Padres for the day. As Frank jogs off the field, he looks up to see Abby in the row behind the dugout.  “Hey Cricket!” 

“Hey Frankie! Nice game.”  

“You been here all game?” 

“Came in the end of the seventh. Got to watch you bat.”  He could see her eyes turn sparkly and he laughed, knowing that watching him bat was an aphrodisiac for her. She had a thing for his forearms.  She bites her lower lip.  

“Let me shower and take you home baby. Mary has after school science club today, remember?” 

“And Scott?” 

“He’s with Steve. Marco is watching Mary.”  

“So, we have the whole house to ourselves?” It was a rarity in the Adler home to have it to themselves.  

“Sure do Cricket. I also got a fresh jar of peanut butter and Oreos.”  

They way Abby’s eyes light up makes Frank chuckle again.  Johnny happened to come out to call to Frank and overheard the last comment. “Gross.  Doc, isn’t that bad for you or something?”  

“Depends on the situation Johnny. In this case, it's our secret indulgence.”  She winked at him, and he shuddered.  

“Just when I thought I knew you Adler. Now I know what you and the misses get up to in the bedroom using peanut butter and cookies.  Why can’t you be normal, like tying her up or something?” He shakes his head as he walks back into the dugout.  

“If only he knew,” Frank said as Abby bursts out laughing.  

As Abby brushed out her hair to get ready for court, Mary walked in. “Mama, can you tie up my hair?”  

“Sure Nugget.”  She brushed her hair back to gather it up. She could see Mary thinking hard. “What is it, Nugget?” 

“If the judge says you can’t adopt me, does that mean I have to stop calling you Mama?” 

Abby watched as Mary’s eyes glassed over with unshed tears. “No, it doesn’t. I’m your Mama as long as you have me. You’re my Mary and nothing, not the judge, not Mike, will change that.  Just like Frank is your daddy.”  

“I don’t want to go with Mike. He’s not my dad.” Mary turned and buried her face into Abby’s neck and cried.  Abby did her best to comfort her in the moment, stroking her hair and squeezing her tight.  

“I’m sorry you have to go through this baby girl. I wish we could just adopt you and we can move forward with our lives. But Uncle Andy, Uncle Steve and Scott have been working really hard to fight this and now we got to go to court, and you get to tell the judge how you feel.  How you feel is really important.”  

“And you won’t leave me alone with him?” 

“Never, ok?” She wiped the tears from Mary’s face and took it in her hands. “Daddy and I won’t let anything happen to you.”  

As the family walked into the court house, Abby was passed a letter from Andy.  “What is this?” 

“It’s a letter from Diane.  To be opened by you only.”  Andy shrugged.  “My private investigator, Hansen, had done one more interview with Diane and this was given to him to pass along.”  

Abby’s hands trembled as she opened the letter.  

Dear Abby,   When I found out that I was pregnant, I really thought I had a chance at a happy life with Mike. It was a dream come true. I thought it was my chance to have a happily ever after just like you and my brother. When I told Mike about the pregnancy, he said two things to me. 1. He wasn’t the father because I slept around and 2. that he wanted me to abort.   It hurts my heart to know that he really didn’t care about me. I told your investigator where the key to the safety deposit box at Boston National was at and that the letters from Mike during that time are there.   I’m so sorry that I hurt you , Frank and Mary.  I knew when I left her with you, that you would be her mom. I knew it was the best choice for her. I hope this helps in stopping Mike.   Please let Frank know that I miss him. I hope he can forgive me for what I done and that maybe we can build our relationship again. He knows where to find me.   Take care of our family, Abby.   Always,   Diane 

Abby wipes her eyes.  “Did he give you anything else?” 

Andy held up a stack of envelopes. “Let’s go into a conference room.”  Andy, Abby, Frank, filed into a room, while Scott, Mary and Marco sat outside. Andy opened the bundle.  “There are a few addressed to Mary to be opened on specific days.” He handed those to Frank.  “There is one to Frank and the rest... Holy shit.”  

“What was it?” Frank asked.  

“They are letters from Mike to Diane. Dated when Mary was conceived.” Andy looked at Abby.  “May I?” 

She nodded. “I know what they are going to say.” 

Andy opened letter after letter confirming what Diane had wrote. “He denied being the father,” he said. “He asked Diane to have an abortion...” he stopped. “We can admit this to the court as proof.”  

Frank took the letters and read.  “This bastard did this to my sister.  Can we use this in the kidnapping charges as well?” 

“Absolutely. I’ll send them to Diskant as soon as we are done here today.  Let’s get this party started.”  The group stood and walked out.  Abby and Frank took both of Mary’s hands and walked to the court room.  As they entered, a familiar laugh rang through the room. Mike Weiss stood at the front with another man.  

“Oh look, it's my daughter and her jailers,” Mike said with a sneer.  

Frank growled but Abby put a hand on his arm. “Let it go Frankie.” The family sat where Andy directed them and took a seat as they waited for the judge. Mary cuddled into Frank’s side, keeping her face away from Mike.  

They all stood as the judge entered the courtroom.  “You may sit,” he ordered. “Ok, we are here to hear the motion to suppress the adoption of Mary Eileen Adler. Complaint filed by the alleged natural father Michael Weiss and contesting are the guardians in questions, Franklin Adler and Abigail Hernandez-Adler.  Mr. Weiss, you may proceed.”  

“Thank you, Your Honor.  I am submitting my first piece of evidence as exhibit A. This is the DNA match showing that I am the natural father of the child.  Second is the birth certificate where I am not listed so I cannot terminate rights that I was not privileged too.”  

“Entered into the record.  Mr. Weiss, your argument please.”  

“Your honor, due to the natural mother’s, Diane Adler, reckless behavior, I was not allowed time to establish myself as Mary’s father. I was away at school, earning my degree while Miss Adler gave birth and then subsequently rescinded her rights to Mary.  While I am grateful to Mr. Adler and Dr. Hernandez for raising the child, I would like to point out a few things.  

“Mr. Adler has been known to make reckless decisions while having custody of Mary.  Proof of alcohol abuse is evident in public record and led to the termination of his relationship with Dr. Hernandez. Mary only had one guardian for five years before Dr. Hernandez reappeared in her life.  That instability is not good in the upbringing of a child.  She should be brought up in a stable home with a loving parent who would do anything for her.  I believe that I am that parent. Thank you.”  

“Mr. Weiss, how do you explain the pending kidnapping charges against you?” 

“I feel like that was a misunderstanding.  The guardians did not allow me access to my daughter, and I just wanted to get to know her. It is not my fault that they over reacted and calling in law enforcement.  Once the matter of her guardianship is settle, those charges will be removed.”  

“Alright.” The judge turned to Andy.  “Mr. Barber, any evidence you would like to add?”  

“Yes, Your Honor,  I have in my possession, provided by the natural mother, Diane Adler, letters from Mr. Weiss to Miss Adler, during the time of Miss Adler’s pregnancy.”  Andy watched as Mike’s face blanched. “In these letters, you will find proof that Mr. Weiss denied paternity of the child multiple times but also requested that the pregnancy be terminated at the earliest convenience.”  

“Objection, how do they know when the time of the letters were written?”  

“The letters reference dates in the past as well as significant aging of the paper.”  

The judge looked over the letters.  “Admissible. Please continue.”  

“Thank you.  We also have the original custody order that named Mr. Adler as the guardian of Mary with an addendum of adding Dr. Hernandez-Adler as a guardian after the fact.  Mr. Weiss’s argument that Mary was in an unstable home is laughable.  Mr. Adler has done everything he could to provide Mary will everything she needed.  When he himself could not care for her, given his profession, he made sure that the child caregiver chosen was of sound mind, clean record and recommendations from former employers.  He is in the room today to testify, if need, that Mr. Adler was a loving and attentive parent to his niece.  

The door opened in the back, interrupting Andy. A young woman went up to Andy.  “A moment your honor.” He spoke to the woman and smiled.  “Apologies, sir, but we have an additional witness that we would like to add to our list.”  

“Alright, name?” 

“Bobby Fuller.”  

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Rereading some of Pete Wentz's old blog posts and found the most harringrove entry.

[noone ever fell in love with anyone because of empty pockets or red splotched eyes. drove around for hours tonight just to keep myself from feeling anchored. weighed down. to keep my mind off thinking about what kids like me deserve. desperation isnt a strong enough word (but it will have to do). my wrists are only black and blue cause i don’t got the balls. nothing gets you ready to have every single word dissected and put under a microscope. i got ringing in my ears but none on my fingers. i got sunsets in the veins on my wrists. we’re not just falling in love anymore, we’re demanding it. im the latest bloomer (dried out my wet dreams and saved them for a rainy day). i can still see you standing on my front porch- slowed my own thoughts down to a single blade of grass. you couldnt catch my eye cause i was too busy rolling them. the buttons on one side of your coat that wouldnt snap on the other side. they were just for fashion not for function you told me. you were pretty for a boy. it made me laugh when i thought of it, im sorry i wasnt laughing at what you were saying. it makes me laugh still- when im driving around for hours at night. id love to swerve off and blame it on the fog, but ive been talking on these roads too much lately. theyd spill all my secrets. this city won’t let me go.]

This first half is Billy, talking about how he feels stuck in Hawkins. His thoughts a cycle of the slurs and insults his dad throws at him, and the shameful fact that his dad isn't wrong. He looks at Steve and thinks he's pretty, and it makes him want to die but at the time time it makes him want to laugh because who would've thought his old man would be right? But he chooses to laugh because that's just easier. He drives, he drives too fast, and he thinks about how easy it would be to lose control. Just another tragic accident, but is anyone suprised? Tragic deaths are what kids like Billy deserve.

[im sure theyd lock me up somewhere if anyone saw me at 23 sneaking into cemetaries. taking pills to make me feel okay sleeping in the grass just above you. the sirens find me at the first light. my lips cracked and dried from the tears, i'll probably die a cliche. flash the lights to kissing boys. provocative. i promise you i wont ever have another afternoon like when we used to sneak out of school and drive the lakeshore. noone will ever sound as cool as you. we built cool. we made up style. we set the standard and theyre all just trying to live up to it. if theres nobody who thinks like us anymore. untouchable is unlovable. you always have me humming in my head just out of key. i bought an alarm clock just so i could hit the snooze button. whats the point in getting out of bed anymore if you only get out to say you did. if you could love the biggest fraud or the best liar- then im your prince. i was made just for fashion not for function.]

The second half is Steve. He finds the letter years after Billy has died. But as he reads it over and over again, he can't help but feel like it's not complete. So he sits down at Billy's grave like he so often does and he writes. Be writes how he feels like he's empty, unlovable and broken. Hidden behind years of lies and NDAs, no one could ever know the real him. He could never explain the scars, the nightmares, the paranoia. He finds solace in his memories of warm days spent with Billy at the Quarry. Billy telling him tales of California, and promising he'd take Steve to the beach, a real beach, once he'd saved up enough money to move back home. An event that never happened because Billy died before he could. He died in the town he felt stuck in and now he was truly stuck forever, under the grass and dirt below Steve's feet. Steve wonders how long it'll take him to join Billy down there?