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sycamorelibrary754 · 1 month ago

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 12: They are Memories and Moments

Summary: The team moves forward with plans to infiltrate Onyx Petroleum, but you and Wanda are still reeling from your confession the night before.

Warnings: Angst memories?

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I’ve missed writing.

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee roused you from your restless sleep on Wanda's couch. You were wrapped in a blanket, struggling to shake off the previous night's memories.

"Morning,” a familiar voice said.

Lifting your head from the pillow, you found Bucky perched at the kitchen island.

"What are you doing here?" Your voice was still groggy from sleep.

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright," he said.

You exhaled slowly. "I’m guessing you know what happened last night?"

Your back cracked as you rose from the couch to join Bucky, where he handed you a steaming cup of coffee.

Bucky nodded. "Wanda filled us in after we dropped off Billy and Tommy."

"Is she—" you began, wondering if Wanda was still around.

"She already left to take the boys to school," he replied.

Taking a sip of the hot, comforting beverage, you let out a deep sigh.

"Oh, Buck." Leaning your head on the cold, smooth surface of the granite countertop. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

I know," he said, soothingly rubbing your back with his metal hand.

“I don't know what to do,” you muttered.

“Maria is working on some back channels, and Tony is bringing in reinforcements who may be able to give us some more insights into your parents’ plans,” Bucky reassured you. “We’ll figure this out.”

A few minutes later, you heard the front door swing open and close with a gentle click, announcing Wanda's arrival home.

“I’ll let you two talk. Hang in there, Y/N.” Bucky said before slipping out of the back door.

Wanda walked into the kitchen, a solemn expression etched on her face. Her steps faltered at the sight of you sitting at the counter.

"Hey," you said, gazing into your coffee cup.

"Hey," Wanda replied, setting down her keys and purse.

The awkward silence that followed seemed to hang in the air forever.

"About last night—" you started.

"I’m not ready to talk about this, Y/N," she interrupted, a pained expression still lingering in her eyes as she walked past you.

“I think we need to,” you pushed, trailing after her into the bedroom.

Wanda slammed the door shut with a wave of chaos magic. "There is nothing you can say right now to fix this," you heard her say from behind the door.

"Please try to understand," you pleaded as you opened the door. "I thought I was doing what was best."

Wanda spun around, her fiery red hair almost slapping you in the face. "We've always been honest with each other. Can you imagine how it feels to discover you've been keeping this from me?"

"Can you imagine the torment of carrying this guilt inside me?" you shot back, your voice unintentionally rising. "To know that my parents are causing pain to the person I love more than anyone else!"

The four-letter word tumbled out of your mouth before you realized what you had said. Wanda shook her head, "Please don't say that.”

"I mean it," you insisted, feeling a lump growing in your throat as the weight of your words sank in.

“Y/N, I have been imagining this moment for a long time, and I’ll be damned if this is how it's going to happen,” Wanda said, her voice cracking.

Before you could respond, the sudden chiming of both your phones interrupted the moment.

Tony: New information on the nominees for the world’s worst parents. We need you both here ASAP.

You put your phone back in your pocket, knowing you had to put a pin in this conversation. “I’ll drive,” you sighed.

The two of you silently traveled to the compound, the air heavy with unspoken words.

*^~^*

You rode the elevator in silence, and when the two of you walked into the conference room, it didn’t take a group of spies, soldiers, and assassins to see that something was wrong.

"Wonderful, the lovebirds have arrived. We may have found a way to—" Tony's voice trailed off.

The tension in the air was tangible as everyone observed both of you bypassing your usual seats next to each other. You settled into the chair next to Bucky as Wanda walked around to join Natasha on the other side of the table.

Alright, as I was saying," Tony pushed on, a hint of discomfort in his voice. "We've cracked the code to infiltrate Onyx Petroleum's operations. Where’s Tiny?”

In an instant, a figure materialized in a sleek, futuristic suit, almost as if he had appeared out of thin air. The protective visor of his helmet slid upwards, revealing a winded Scott Lang.

"You nearly squashed me!" he gasped.

"It's on you for using the suit here, Tic Tac," Sam quipped.

“Y/N, this is Scott Lang. The incredible shrinking felon and founder of X-Con Security Consultants in San Francisco.” Tony introduced.

“And Ant-Man,” Scott added incredulously.

"Right, Ant-Man," Tony said with a smirk. “Sorry, it’s always cracked me up that your superhero name is a bug I could squash with my shoe.”

"It’s nice to meet you, Scott," you said as he made his way around the table to shake your hand and wave to Wanda.

"Nice to meet you, too. I've heard a lot about you," Scott replied. "Say, did you happen to bring any chocolate with you? I'm famished. The airplane food was horrible."

Maria let out an exasperated sigh and stepped forward. "Scott, focus."

"Right," Scott said, shaking his head in agreement and returning to the front of the room.

"I've made sure Stuart Little is up to speed on all the details," Tony elaborated while displaying the pertinent intel on the screen.

"I live a short distance from Onyx Petroleum's Headquarters," he explained. "If you're thinking of handling this through infiltration, I can help."

"Like, on a microscopic level?" You asked curiously.

“We need to know what we're dealing with,” Bruce said.

"If they are setting the stage for underwater drilling in Sokovia, we need to be as close to those discussions as possible," Steve declared.

"That doesn't mean we won't consider more traditional approaches as well," Nat countered.

“My traditional approach involves kicking your parents in the face,” Yelena muttered.

“Thanks,” you said with a bittersweet smile.

“Backchannel intel tells us they are meeting with the Onyx Petroleum Board of Directors in three days,” Maria explained.

“Alright, file extraction while they're all occupied. In and out," Bucky proposed.

"And Lang will be a fly on the wall and keep us updated from the inside," Clint added.

"Ant!" Scott groaned.

Turning to Wanda, Tony asked, "Red, what do you think?”

"I think,” she hesitated, “you all know what is best," she said, glancing in your direction. "I'm sorry," she whispered, quickly leaving the room.

"Wanda, please wait," you called out, but it was too late. She had already vanished.

You glanced down at your hands, unable to meet anyone's gaze. Please, excuse me," you whispered as you left, trying to keep your emotions in check.

After a long silence, Kate broke the tension. “That was awkward.”

“FRIDAY, where are they headed?” Natasha asked.

“Ms. Y/L/N is heading toward her room, and Ms. Maximoff appears to be making her way to the dock,” FRIDAY replied.

"I got the redhead," Clint sighed as he and Natasha got up from the table.

*^~^*

“Wanda, are you alright?” Clint asked, his voice laced with concern as he stepped closer, gauging her reaction.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice devoid of energy.

Clint sat down beside her on the bench. “You know you're a terrible liar, right?”

Listen, I'm not Cap, so I'll be straight with you," Clint said, joining her on the bench. "What the hell was that back there?"

"I don't know," Wanda sighed, burying her head in her hands. "This whole situation is such a mess."

"Maybe," Clint mused, skipping a pebble across the lake. "Or maybe you can't see the forest for the trees.”

“Y/N lied to me," the redhead started.

"No, she didn't," Clint argued, raising his hand. "She kept the truth to herself until the right moment. Y/N has been struggling with this for weeks. If it were up to her, she would've told you as soon as she found out. We advised her to wait."

"That's why she's been so distant lately," Wanda realized.

"Plus, I don't think it's Y/N that you're angry at," Clint continued. “Not really.”

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I think you're angry with yourself because you feel powerless," he said gently.

"That's absurd," she protested.

"Is it?" Clint asked. "Think about it. Stark's missile destroyed your life in Sokovia. We lost Pietro to Ultron, and now two oil tycoons are exploiting what's left of your homeland. Any one of those things would make anyone furious.”

She reached down, grabbed a pebble, and tossed it into the water, the ripples mirroring the turmoil in her mind.

"So, what if I am?" she challenged, her voice tinged with defiance.

"So," Clint began, his tone gentle yet firm. "You understand better than anyone the weight of a difficult past. Imagine what it was like for Y/N, growing up with those two schmucks, only to have them resurface when she finally has her life together and threatens the person she cares about most. That's a heavy burden to bear."

Wanda heaved a deep sigh as Clint’s words sunk in, finally letting go of all the pain that had been weighing her down since last night. She turned to Clint and asked, "When did you get so smart?"

His smirk widened as he wrapped his arms around the redhead, confessing, "Kate made me binge-watch This Is Us with her.”

*^~^*

A soft tap on the door preceded its slow opening.

“Hey, are you okay?” Natasha asked.

You were on the bed, propped up against the headboard, with your chin on your knees.

“I've had better days,” you responded.

“I'm guessing your first night living together didn't quite go as planned,” Nat remarked, settling into a similar position on the bed.

“No, it didn't,” you sighed. “Wanda didn't take the news about my parents well.”

“Well, that I could've guessed,” Nat replied.

“I thought I was doing what was best for her, but maybe I was just doing what was best for me,” you admitted.

Natasha could see the guilt swirling around inside you. Warranted or not, there was only one way she could think of to make you see things from Wanda’s perspective.

Did Wanda tell you where we all were during the Westview anomaly?" Natasha asked, her expression already conveying that she knew the answer.

After briefly pausing, you responded, "No, she didn't."

Nat stated firmly, “What I'm about to share with you is classified and stays within these walls."

"Great, more secrets," you grumbled.

"Just hear me out," Natasha urged, lightly swatting your arm. "Hayward thought that he had the lid sealed tight on the situation inside the Hex, but the team received a tip-off from a whistleblower within SWORD. At that time, we were spread across different continents, working with the Global Repatriation Council to manage the displacement of refugees. By the time we could intervene, Wanda's mental state was so fragile that they believed sending us in could have made the situation worse or put the citizens of Westview in more danger. After arguing with Haywood for two days, we tried to break through the barrier using Cap's Shield and Thor's Hammer, but nothing made a dent. The situation got heated, and we were forcibly removed after Tony called Hayward a “Government Douche.”

You smirked at the mental image of Tony going off on Hayward.

“SWORD covered it up, claiming it was just a training exercise, and Fury strictly prohibited us from looking for Wanda once the Hex was down. "I'll never forget how lost she was when she finally returned, Y/N," Nat said, her voice filled with the weight of the memory. “I made her spar with me the first day, even when she resisted, to help her reconnect with herself.”

The thought of Wanda in distress made your chest tighten. "Why are you telling me this?"

“We didn't just tell her we were there for her; we showed her. We opened our minds to her, and finally, she saw that we had been by her side all along," Natasha recounted. "Her grief made it hard for her to see what was right in front of her. You did what was best for Wanda, but her pain can distort the truth, even when you have her best interests at heart. So, no matter what you're telling her," she paused, her voice filled with empathy. "You may need to show her.”

*^~^*

Natasha left you to ponder her advice. You lay at the foot of the bed, your legs propped up against the wall, lost in thought. A gentle knock on the door interrupted your contemplation.

"Whoever it is, I'm not in the mood," you called out.

"Are you sure?" Wanda's voice came through the door as she opened it.

When you saw her, you quickly sat up. "Hi," you greeted her.

"Hi," she replied. "May I?" Wanda gestured towards the bed.

"Sure," you said nervously, making room for her beside you.

Wanda released a long, tired exhale and settled herself on the very edge of the bed.

"I have never been able to bring myself to visit the Sokovia Memorial," Wanda whispered, her voice barely audible as she gazed down at the floor. A tiny crimson wisp of magic flickered and swirled between her fingertips. "The neighboring nations had already divided the land before Damage Control even cleared the rubble. It's as if they had wiped it off the map."

You held your breath, hoping and praying she would keep talking.

“It was devastating," Wanda paused, her eyes struggling to find the right words. "But in a strange way, it was a relief. There was nothing more the world could take from Sokovia," she said, her voice trembling. "But now... they have found another way to desecrate the memory of all those who perished. Always more to take.”

You wrapped your arms around the redhead, whispering, "They won't take this," as Wanda finally let her guard down, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Wanda," you murmured, gently kissing her head. "I should have told you about my parents right away. I thought that if we had a plan in place first, I could spare you some unnecessary pain."

"I'm sorry, too," she said, wiping her tears. "I know you were just trying to protect me. I can't imagine what it was like for you the last couple of weeks."

Nat's words echoed in your mind. "Let me show you," you said.

"What?" Wanda inquired.

"Take a look inside," you said, tapping the side of your head.

"No, Y/N," Wanda insisted. "It's okay. I don't need to see—"

"I want you to see," your voice filled with determination.

She searched your face for any hesitation, but she saw none. “Okay, lay down on the bed.”

At her suggestion, you hurried back along the bed until you could lay stretched out.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” Wanda asked one more time.

“Yes,” you consented. “I trust you.”

“Okay, relax and close your eyes,” she instructed.

You did as she told you as Wanda sat cross-legged beside you. Threads of scarlet magic appeared, illuminating her face and lapping at her knuckles. She gently placed her fingertips to your temple. Warmth pervaded your heavy limbs and eased each one until you felt yourself lifted outside your body. Your thoughts immediately shifted from Wanda to the gentle comfort her magic provided as flashes of memories slid through Wanda’s mind like water in a stream.

“Those con artists from Onyx Petroleum are your parents.”

“She has a right to know! It was her home.”

"We need to tell Wanda about my parents' drilling in Sokovia. I can't take the guilt anymore.”

As she slowly delved deeper into your mind, a new memory emerged. Wanda saw a younger version of yourself sitting at the end of a grand dining table, absentmindedly swirling a spoon through a bowl of soup without taking a single bite.

“Y/N,” a gruff voice from the other end of the table called, grabbing your attention away from your now-cold bowl of soup.

"How did the shadowing of Derrick Evans go today? Did you have the chance to sit in on the Kaplan meeting?" inquired a distinguished man, impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit, with his salt-and-pepper hair neatly slicked back and gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

“What? Oh yeah, it was fine, Dad,” you answered.

He bristled at your lack of enthusiasm. “It wouldn't hurt to show a bit more initiative and graciousness. You will be running Onyx Petroleum someday.”

"Over my dead body," you muttered under your breath.

"What was that?" Your father asked.

"Nothing," you said.

"Your father is right, Y/N," chimed in a tall, elegant woman with blonde hair styled in a chic updo. "When you walk into our offices, your demeanor reflects on all of us."

Your mother wore designer jewelry and high heels as everyday attire, even at the dinner table. Internally rolling your eyes, you absentmindedly pushed your food around your plate.

"Y/N, what are all these charges for Green Peace and," he paused to adjust his glasses, looking incredulously at his phone, "The Environmental Defense Fund?" your Dad inquired.

“Organizations I made donations to,” you stated matter-of-factly

“Why would you do that, darling?” your mother asked surprised.

“Do you know how this will look if the media gets wind of this?” your Dad asked rhetorically.

“Like Onyx Petroleum cares about giving back to the environment that they're actively polluting,” you replied.

Your Dad looked exasperated. "Oh, don't start this again."

"Oil and gas companies are responsible for a large majority of climate-damaging emissions since the late eighties. Not to mention the pollutants can increase the risk of death from heart disease, stroke, lung cancer, and respiratory illness,” you stressed.

"Trust me, we know," your dad said. "The Federal Energy Regulatory Commission never fails to bring it up."

"But you just don't give a damn?" you yelled.

"Don't speak to your father that way," your mother interjected firmly, her voice tinged with authority.

"The last thing we need is for you to cast a shadow over everything we've worked so hard to build. This company puts a roof over your head and clothes on your back!" Your father shouted.

You looked at your parents, your eyes filled with anger and sadness that Wanda had never witnessed. With a shake of your head, you pushed your dinner away, rose from the table, and left without uttering another word.

The memory faded out as Wanda's magic slowly retreated from your mind. Your eyes slowly opened. It took you a moment to process everything you had just seen, everything Wanda had just seen.

"Take it slow," Wanda said, gently assisting you to sit up.

Wanda paused, her voice catching in her throat. "I... I had no idea," she said softly.

"Yeah, well," you mumbled, unable to meet Wanda's eyes.

“I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have given you a chance to explain," Wanda said solemnly.

"Yes, you definitely should have," you smirked, trying to lighten the mood, which made the redhead smile. "But I value our honest relationship more than anything, and I should have been more forthcoming with you about everything much earlier.”

Wanda enveloped you in her warm embrace. The feeling was familiar, like a cozy blanket on a cold day. You love it. You loved her.

Finally, as you released each other, you summoned all your courage. "About this morning. I know that wasn't the right moment, but,” you paused to take a deep breath. “I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too," the redhead whispered as she gently caressed your cheek.

Her words felt like a swarm of a million butterflies had suddenly burst into flight in your stomach. Wanda drew closer and pressed her lips against yours with an overwhelming tenderness and love you had never experienced.

“Let’s go home,” you declared.

As you swung open your bedroom door, Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Clint, Yelena, and Kate stumbled into the room, landing in a tangled heap on the floor.

"Were you all eavesdropping?" Wanda inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"Absolutely not! No way that is absurd. Of course not," they all protested in unison.

*^~^*

After reviewing the mission plan again, you bid farewell to the team. On your way home, you picked up Billy and Tommy from school. Despite Wanda's objections, you made an unexpected detour to The Candy Bar, where the boys were treated to free ice cream. The evening passed with homework and dinner; before you realized it, the boys had drifted off to sleep. You and Wanda spent the rest of the evening watching a movie in bed together.

Who's that guy? I thought he was with them," you whispered to Wanda, leaning in closer.

"No, he's not with them. Remember the scene at the lake?" Wanda tried to explain.

"What lake?" you asked, feeling lost.

"Oh, right. That's when you went on about why Peanut Butter M&M’s are better than Peanut M&M’s," Wanda chuckled.

"Hey, I'm just trying to give you a solid compare and contrast for your next trip to the grocery store," you said with a grin.

Wanda giggled as she playfully smacked you with her pillow. "You're such a goofball," she teased.

"Ouch!" you exclaimed, retaliating by smacking her back with your pillow.

"Okay, truce," Wanda called out, using her magic to lift the pillow out of your hand effortlessly.

"What's this? The great Scarlett Witch taken down by a simple pillow," you playfully taunted. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

"You're just fortunate that I happen to love you," she retorted.

Out of nowhere, your cell phone started ringing on the nightstand next to you. Glancing at the clock, you couldn't fathom who would call at such a late hour. The unfamiliar number on the screen gave you pause. Despite your hesitation, you answered, thinking that anything could be happening – the shop could be on fire for all you knew.

You slide your finger across the screen, bringing the phone to your ear. "Hello?"

In an instant, Wanda saw the color drain from your face. "Y/N? What's wrong? Who is it?"

“Hi, Mom.”

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 3 months ago

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@steddieangstyaugust Day 19 - Music Monday: Careless Whisper – George Michael

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation!

“‘S.H's SEX MEX’?” Steve’s head whips around, staring wide-eyed at the tape in Eddie’s hand. “What’s this, Harrington?”

“None of your business, that’s what.” Steve stalks back to Eddie’s desk, moving to snatch the tape from him.

Eddie pulls it out of reach. “Lemme guess, George Michael’s saxophone-y stylings are heavily featured.”

It's weird, he thinks, that a song about cheating is already starting to find it's way onto these exact types of tapes but, to each their own.

Plus: Steve goes pink. Bingo.

“No. Shut up.” He swipes for it again.

“Nah uh uh–OOF!” Eddie’s teasing is cut short when Steve fully tackles him to the ground.

He stares dumbly up at him, every bit of his body that’s pinned under Steve feels like it’s on fire.

Steve snatches the tape from his hand and sits up, straddling Eddie’s legs in triumph.

“HA! Take that, Muns—”

“OooOHhhh! The fallen King falls lower! Caught in the lap of the town freak!” Tommy Hagan’s dumb freckled face sneers from the doorway.

Steve twists around at the sound of Tommy’s voice (a move that doesn't help Eddie’s ‘cute boy in his lap’ problem in the slightest), turns back to give Eddie another panicked look, then bolts up and out the door, face red as a stoplight.

“Think you’re real cool for gettin’ Stevie in your freak flock, Munson?”

“Didn’t think you still cared about Stevie, Hagan.” Eddie says, standing and brushing himself off, “Looked to me like you dropped him the second you had a new piece of ass to follow around.” He’s been getting some vibes from both Hagan and Hargrove ever since the latter arrived in Hawkins.

Pink Dalmatian is… well, Eddie wouldn’t say it’s a good look for Tommy, but it’s... different. “Shut the fuck up, Munson!”

“Oh yeah? Or what, you’ll sick your beefy boyfriend on me?” Eddie shrugs, nonchalant, “Gotta warn you though, I might like it.” he grins.

Tommy goes pinker, then leaves too, steam streaming out his ears.

Eddie’s decided he hates this fuckin’ mall.

Jameson’s record shop down on Main is already pricing down their stock to compete with the Sam Goody that’s opened up a couple doors down from here, and they’ve been sellin' music since Wayne was a kid 100 years ago!

Stupid fuckin’ mall.

In the middle of vowing to never set foot in this brightly-lit hellscape after he’s finished with his sundae, who should walk in but Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington. In a sailor suit. Just walked into Scoops Ahoy. Blue shorts, tall socks, matching fuckin shoes. Jesus H. Christ.

And what’s worse? The moment Eddie had looked up, the moment Steve set foot across the threshold, what should start playing over the speakers but the cheesy saxophone intro to Careless Fuckin’ Whisper.

Steve walks behind the counter, waves goodbye to whoever it was that he’s taking over for, and grabs a bucket.

Eddie, the only person in here at 2:15pm on a Wednesday, watches as he starts methodically wiping down all the tables.

He glances up at some point and gives Eddie a tight-lipped smile before getting back to it.

It knocks Eddie out of his reverie and he goes back to his now-soupy sundae.

He hears Steve shuffle away at some point, but he’s not about to be caught staring again.

The thought of what Steve’s ass looks like in those shorts almost breaks him but he stays strong, swirling his spoon around in his melted cup of goo.

He’s about to cut his losses and try to sneak a peek when a voice pipes up from in front of him.

“Thought you might need some of these.” Steve says, holding out a short stack of napkins.

“Uh.. thanks?” Eddie says, taking them.

“No problem.” Then he’s gone.

Why would he think Eddie needed—- oh Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie’s got a glob of vanilla ice cream melting down the front of his shirt.

“God fuckin’---” he scrubs at the spot futilely, the flimsy napkins disintegrating against the fabric.

The sundae’s in the trash not long after, along with his pride.

After spring break from hell, after the bats, the hospital, the NDAs, managing to come out the other side with not one but, what, 11? more friends, he and Steve are teetering on the edge of something.

Chrissy and Robin had gotten very close in the immediate aftermath of the former’s ill-fated trip to the Munson abode, bonding at first over Blondie, then over movies, then milkshakes, and kisses and– you get the idea.

He and Steve had somehow ended up on a weird duplicate of the same path. There was bonding over Dio of all things, over Star Wars, then over the ‘Ring Lord’ books as Steve liked to call them; now all that’s left to do is the date stuff if they’re gonna follow in their platonic soulmates’ footsteps.

And no matter what he’s seen happen in this stupid fuckin’ town, that’s not something he can even fathom happening.

Until.

“Hey Eds, what’re you doing on Friday night?”

Eddie shrugs, still half-focused on the miniature he’s painting for Will. “You’re lookin’ at it, Steve-o.” another touch of purple there… “Why?”

“Wanna come over? We can pick up take out from Enzo’s and watch a movie..?”

Why’s he sound so weird? Sounds like any one of their other hangouts, except the Enzo’s, that’s new. He looks up at Steve, a weird angle since he’s on the floor in front of the coffee table and Steve’s still on the couch. “Sure, sounds fun, but why Enzo’s?”

Steve’s cheeks look brighter, “I dunno, I’ve been craving fettuccine, we can get pizza if you want…?”

“Nah man, just get me some garlic bread and I’m good.” Eddie grins, going back to his work. Steve seems to relax further into the couch.

Until.

Eddie knocks on Steve’s door at 6pm on Friday evening. He scratches a spot on his arm under his jacket sleeve, wonders again why Wayne insisted Eddie not wear his favorite holey jeans and cut-off Black Sabbath tee.

Steve opens the door, “Hey! Eddie..”

“Hey Steve, you look nice.” he’s wearing a button-down shirt, odd. “What’s with the shirt?”

He looks down at himself, “Oh, just what I had left in my closet. C’mon in man..”

They’re halfway through their pasta when it hits him.

Like snapping out of a daydream, Eddie looks around.

Candles, nice shirt, pasta, wine that Steve apologized for because he “Ran out of beer, sorry.”...

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god!”

“What?!”

Eddie looks up from his plate to Steve’s face. There’s a bit of sauce on his lip. “This is a date.” he breathes.

Steve’s expression shifts from confusion to embarrassment. He puts his fork down. “Um.. Yeah. It is, that okay?”

He jerks up out of his seat and all but runs around the end of the table to pull Steve out of his.

“Look, I’m sor—” he’s cut off by Eddie’s lips on his.

“You.” another kiss. “You took me on a date.” another. “What the fuck, Steve.”

Steve’s grinning brightly now, “Yeah, I did.”

Eddie kisses him again. “I can’t believe my uncle knew before me.”

After, when they’re lying sticky and satisfied in Steve’s bed, Eddie remembers something. “I can’t believe you sexed me up without your ‘SEX MEX’.” he laughs.

Steve does too, reaching over Eddie to push a button on his stereo.

Those damn saxophones are at it again, crooning at them both.

“I didn’t want to accidentally ruin the mood,” Steve admits.

Eddie laughs, “Consider the mood reignited, big boy.”

uhhh this one turned out more fun/fluffy than angsty... i'm pretty sure the only angst in it is the teasing at the beginning...... but i think i needed it after all the other angst i've been writing/reading this month.. so consider this some levity!!

see the collection on ao3!

#steddieangstyaugust #not actually angst lmao whoops #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #steveddie #eddeve #steve harrington x eddie munson #buckingham mention #tommy hagan #billy hargrove mention #music monday #noelle writes

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plistommy · 7 months ago

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How about a s2 AU where Billy catches Steve and Tommy hate fucking and is all 'oh?👀 Let me in on the fun' and it turns into everyone competing to hold out as long as possible that leaves everyone fucked out and making out while covered in come😌💕

Billy was about to lose his fucking shit.

He was going to be late soon.

Not because of Max this time, no. The brat had gone to the arcade straight from school because Billy had extra practice for their upcoming game and she didn’t want to wait around which, great, he didn’t give a shit.

A drive by himself sounded great without her scowling on the passenger seat.

But then, he had fucked it up and forgot his fucking car keys to his locker which, who the hell even does that, and now he had to walk back to the locker rooms without a smoke because his cigarettes where inside his car.

The hallways were already empty as his heavy boots echoed with every step and he was pretty sure all the guys from the team had left since it was friday.

Some didn’t even stay to take a shower, too eager to go home from this shitty place.

Billy couldn’t agree more even though another hell was waiting for him at home.

He pushed the heavy doors open and got to the locker rooms. And like he thought, no one was around.

His locker was the furthest away, but he got there with a few long steps and opened the locker with a bang.

The keys sparkled like they were mocking at him and Billy didn’t think he had never thought about wanting to destroy a piece of steel this badly.

”Fucker.” He murmured and snatched the keys.

He turned around and started to walk away, but that’s when he heard something from the showers.

A groan.

And that sparked his interest immediately.

He walked next to the door, feeling the hot steam coming from under it. It hadn’t been that long since everyone left, but he could hear the water still running and the sounds of something smacking over and over again.

It just irked Billy more to touch the handle and…

Crack the door open.

”Ah, fuck, fuck! Harder, Tommyyy!”

”Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!” Tommy groaned.

Billy peeked his head fully inside and that’s when he saw them. And especially him.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington moaning with his mouth open like a whore and head thrown back as Hagan was fucking him from behind, making him arch his back as he keened.

Fucking keened.

”Shit..” Billy groaned as he felt heat pooling in his gut.

Steve was clearly trying his best to keep hold of the metal poll, almost hugging it as his legs were shaking by how rougly he was fucked. Billy could see the floor was also slippery, the water and dropped soap - which would be funny to Billy right now if it weren’t for the situation - weren’t mixing together well.

Hagan had his hands on Steve’s waist and a mouth on his neck as he spat insults at the other.

”You’re such a pathetic, slut, aren’t you, Steve?” Tommy said, half groaning as he thrusted into Steve.

Steve wasn’t answering at first, only whining with his eyes closed and it seems Tommy wasn’t going to have that as he wrapped a hand around that pale neck.

Billy had no idea the short guy had that much power in him. Power to put down the ’King Steve’ like this.

It made something deep inside him purr and he couldn’t help but to grin.

”Aren’t you?!” Hagan yelled and Steve cried.

”Y-yes yes I’m a.. a slut!”

Even if Steve was sobbing, Billy could see he enjoyed this shit. Enjoyed to be called names and thrown around, used like a toy.

Billy wanted to destroy him.

He fully opened the door, having no shame as he walked inside the showers and let out a low whistle at the two.

Tommy’s head snapped at him first, that face red and full with freckles as he took in Billy, brown eyes going a little huge. He slowed down his thrusts which made Steve whine and look up to Tommy, but catching Billy’s eyes before his.

Steve froze and the breath he let out made Billy grin even wider.

”Don’t stop on my account. I was really enjoying the show.” He murmured and the two boys looked a little panicked.

”Hargrove…” Tommy was warning him while moving his arms a little protectively around Steve. Which, Cute.

Hagan clearly still had a soft spot for Harrington.

Billy took a step forward, floor wet and warm under his feet. He hadn’t even realized he had taken off his boots.

When Tommy was about to speak up again, Billy shushed him ”Can I join?”

A beat.

”Huh- What?” That was Steve now, still looking fucked up as he was catching his breath under Tommy.

Billy turned his gaze slowly on him and couldn’t help but to see how the brunette's dick kicked in interest between his legs as Billy slowly looked him up and down.

”I wanna fuck you.” He said, directly at Steve and it made both of the boys gasp.

”Billy—”

”You heard me, Tommy. Let me in on the fun.” He smirked and Tommy bit his bottom lip, giving Steve a glance.

”Or do you not wanna share your little slut?”

Billy could see the way Steve’s body twitched at that and how he tightened around the other’s cock because it made Tommy moan.

”Ah, fuck.” Tommy cursed ”You really want this?”

”Dead serious, Hagan.”

They stared at each other for a while before Steve whined and made them both turn their gazes on him.

”Please…” Steve looked up at them, hair wet and clinging to his forehead as the water ran down his body.

That’s all it took for Tommy and soon he was thrusting into the other again, setting up a rough pace.

Billy slowly opened his belt and slid his zipper down, taking his thick and hard cock from where it had been trapped inside his jeans.

He grinned when both of them moaned at the sight of it.

”Gonna fuck him first.” Tommy got out, not taking his eyes off of Billy’s dick and it made Billy chuckle.

He liked how possessive Tommy was of Steve even if the guy swore he ’hated’ him.

”Hmm.” Billy hummed and moved closer to them.

He wrapped his hand around Steve’s dick which had been left unnoticed and gave it a couple of rough squeezes that made the boy cry out.

”Doing good, pretty boy.”

Steve looked at him and turned more redder than he was.

He gave his cock a small jerk before removing his hand, leaving Steve whining at the loss.

”Not yet.” Was all Billy said before moving behind Tommy.

He wasn’t even giving a shit at this point that his clothes were getting wet. He still had his gym clothes after all.

”Look at him, what a slut.” Billy purred and it made Tommy moan ”Can’t get enough of your dick, huh?”

”Yeah… always fucking begging for it.” Tommy surprisingly got out even with Billy’s hard chest against his back.

Billy laughed and moved his hands to Tommy hips, helping him move and fuck Steve more faster.

He couldn’t keep his eyes away from where the other two were connected. How Steve’s fat ass was sucking Tommy’s dick inside.

Billy wondered how long they had been doing this. How long Steve had been taking Tommy’s cock like this. After they ended their friendship or… before?

They were childhood friends. That he knew. Tommy couldn’t stop talking about Steve. About how he thought he was a ’good guy’ but then left his best friend for some pussy just like that.

Seems like he hadn’t, after all.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tommy suddenly groaned and that’s when he stilled inside Steve, coming inside the other’s tight heat.

Steve let out a satisfied moan and clenched around Tommy.

”Fucking bitch.” Tommy cursed and pulled out, cock shiny with cum. He took a step back to give Billy some space.

”Go on, take your turn. The bitch loves when he’s full.”

Billy grinned at him and slowly moved behind Steve’s body ”Yeah? Fuck him a lot like this?”

He loved the way Tommy’s spent dick kicked and how the freckled boy had to calm his breathing.

”Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And, okay. Billy liked that. He hadn’t really seen this side of Tommy and he really liked it. He thought he was just a prick trying to hate on his old friend and get a new ’King’ to be by his side because he was too miserable, but no.

Billy spat on his dick, giving it a few squeezes. He moved his hands down to Steve’s ass and slowly pulled his ass cheeks apart to see that perfect hole.

”Fuck, Harrington… look at you.” Billy couldn’t help himself as he pushed two of his fingers in and felt how wet and warm his hole was.

Steve whined under him as he tried to push his ass closer.

He really was a fucking slut.

Billy removed his fingers and spread Tommy’s cum on his cock before lining up and pushing in. And holy fucking shit. Billy never thought he’d be able to know what heaven felt like. But this was it.

Steve let out a long moan under him as he was filled with cock, a thick one and couldn’t help how pre cum leaked from his untouched dick.

”Oh my god, so big, Billy, please— Please!” Steve cried out and Tommy put a hand on top of his mouth.

”Keep it down and take it like a good boy.”

Billy groaned at Tommy’s words as he was bottoming inside Steve’s tight heat, his hips flushed with the other’s round and red ass. He moved his hands to rest on Steve’s waist, giving him a little squeeze before pulling out and fucking right back in.

Tommy grinned next to them as he watched Billy start up a rough pace, similar to his which always made Steve’s ass jiggle just right.

”Keep fucking him like that.”

”Don’t tell me what to do, Hagan.” Billy growled, but they exchanged grins before Tommy was dropping to his knees and taking Steve inside his mouth.

Tommy had removed his hand from Steve’s mouth and as he sucked him in, Steve let out a loud moan which echoed inside the showers.

”Fuck, Harrington.” Billy laughed and moved his hand on the brunette’s neck. When he put pressure, Steve choked and it just made Billy smile wider.

Tommy moaned under them as he popped his head with the same pace as Billy fucked Steve and even though choked a couple of times, he didn’t take his mouth off of Steve and Billy couldn’t wait to get some head from Tommy, too.

The water was turning colder little by little, and it made Billy a little giddy to know they’ve almost used all the hot water because the school was a piece of shit, but nothing was stopping the guys as they kept going.

Skin slapping on skin was filling the foggy room. The desperate sounds coming out from Steve’s mouth, groans and moans from Billy’s as he threw his head back and the pleased humming from Tommy as he deep throated his known ’rival’.

This was a situation Billy never thought he’d be in.

But oh did it make him excited.

”I’m close! D-don’t wanna cum yet!” Steve got out and Billy couldn’t agree more as he felt himself getting on the edge.

Tommy popped his mouth off of Steve’s dick and jerked it faster ”Go on, slut. You can cum.”

”Noooo—” Steve whined like a brat as he was trying to keep himself from cumming, but the dick in his ass and the hand on his dick felt so good it was hard to ignore.

”Yes, Steve. Be a good boy and finish.” Billy joined in.

”No, no!”

Billy chuckled and picked up the pace, brutally hitting on the spot that got Steve’s pale skin full with goosebumps.

He really didn’t wanna cum either, trying to hold himself back as much as he could because he never wanted this to end. Billy could see Tommy was holding back too as he was wrapping his hand around his own dick, squeezing it tightly around it as if it helped.

Ah. A competition.

That Billy loved. And he loved winning.

”You look so good on your knees, Tommy. Wanna fuck your mouth, bet you’d look really pretty.”

He grinned when Tommy bit his bottom lip.

”Yeah? Maybe I’d make you suck mine, would reeaally love to hear you shut the fuck up.”

Billy chuckled and smacked Steve’s ass which made the older boy cry, clearly becoming overwhelmed.

”Fuck, is Harrington always this tight? I bet he takes you so well every time and that’s why you can’t get enough even if you pretend to hate him.”

Billy grinned as Tommy moaned weakly.

”B-Billy—” Steve glanced at him, eyes glossy.

”Shh, it’s alright, Steve.” He purred and squeezed his hips.

But he wasn’t stopping the teasing.

”I bet he could take both of us at the same time. Hole just sucking us in as we’d fuck him slow and deep. Make him scream our names as we’d ruin him from everyone else…”

”Fuck!” Tommy cursed, voice high-pitched as he tried not to jerk himself off while Steve whined between them.

But Billy knew he’d got them both.

Because soon Steve was cumming onto Tommy’s face, too overwhelmed with the words Billy was saying and Tommy was right behind him, cum hitting his own stomach and some even hit Steve’s legs.

Billy grinned when he saw others blissed out faces.

He picked up the pace, arms wrapping around Steve’s waist as he chased his own release.

”Gonna fuck you full.” Billy whispered right next to Steve’s ear

”Mhm, yes! Billy!”

Fuck.

He bottomed all the way inside Steve, making the other arch his back and Billy had never cummed so hard in his life.

They were all silent for a while, just a lot of loud breathing as they all tried to come down from their highs.

Someone turned off the shower, thank god and soon they were all sitting down or more like laying down against the cold wall covered with each other's spunk.

Tommy had gotten most of it, but some of it got on Steve and Billy as well when they’d made out for a little.

”Shit…” Billy groaned as his clothes were starting to stick on to him a little too uncomfortably.

But, he really didn’t give a shit. He was too fucked out.

Steve had his eyes closed as he pulled his hair back and Billy swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Steve Harrington.

”You good, Harrington?” He got out, trying not to stare too long at the other guy even though he literally just fucked him.

”Uh-huh… really good, man.” Steve answered with a thump up as he leaned his head against Tommy’s shoulder, giving it a small kiss which made Tommy and Billy look up at each other and Tommy looked nervous for the first time.

It was easy with the sex, but now that things were calming down and the reality was coming more present, Billy realized that there was something more between these two than just hate-sex.

But he didn’t think they guys really knew what it was.

”Yeah,” Tommy broke the silence first, glancing at Steve ”He’s totally out of it.”

It made Steve laugh with a hoarse voice and soon Billy and Tommy were cracking up as well.

#HELLO MY BELOVED ANON #I hope you like this! I liked writing it a lot #Kinda nice to switch it up that BILLY is the one to find these two and not Tommy!#SWEET #Posted to ao3 as well!#harringrove #stommy #kegboys #steve x billy x tommy #steve harrington #billy hargrove #tommy hagan #stranger things #prompt #fanfic #my writing #lemon

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