#truly was so confused to why stevie was saying it like that

[mythicaltomlinson]

just found out how to pronounce louisville…

[v8mpstamp]

<3hi! I love the way you right Steve, I have a smut idea where reader and Steve get into a argument or something, maybe at a party a girl was flirting with Steve and he didn't notice it, and once reader is clearly upset he feels so bad because he truly didn't notice it hurt reader:/ (our Stevie would never do such a thing) which is why he promises to make it up to her by making her feel good ;)

Loooooove this idea! sorry it took so long, I kept changing stuff around lol hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing! :)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: MDNI! Fluff, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering

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You feel the cool air wrap around you as your feet rush you away from the party and onto the side walk. Your face hot, cheeks red and anger fills your body. Steve, your boyfriend, trailing hot behind you, suddenly you feel his hand wrap around your wrist stopping you.

“baby where are you going?” he asks innocently, in an attempt to understand the sudden turmoil in your demeanor.

You yank your wrist away and continue walking.

There’s a sudden shift in his tone “honey what’s wrong?” he asks.

“seriously Steve?” you push out, turning to look at him “that girl was so obviously flirting with you and you did nothing!!!” you shout, waving your hand dismissively.

“what are you talking about? flirting? she wasn’t flirting?” he says, a bit of honest confusion in his voice.

You don’t even reply, you just let out a scoff, turning your heel and continuing your walk back to his house. The distance was short, as the party had taken place just a few houses down.

The little bit of alcohol in your system is already starting to tool with your emotions. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you fought them back, the frustration taking over; Can he really be that oblivious? You didn’t want to talk, you wanted him to understand something so simple without you having to explain.

“babe will you just slow down please?” he says as he catches up to you, his breath visible in the cool night air, his large body moving in front of yours, stopping you. His hand gently finds its way to your waist, “I didn’t notice it okay?” he says, eyes trying to meet yours. “Just how you didn’t notice I left till I was halfway down the driveway? you were too busy answering her questions and being completely oblivious to her obvious advances” you rant, realization slowly dawned on him, eyes getting softer.

You turn away from him to cross the street, quickly making your way up Steve’s driveway, pushing open his front door and making your way upstairs to his bedroom.

”cant we talk about this?” he says as he quickly trails up the stairs, following you into his room. “I thought- shit, I guess I thought she was just being friendly” he admits, his hands rushing through his hair, a hint of realization in his voice as he recalls the events, feeling like total shit he didn’t realize sooner. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner okay? I didn’t intend to hurt you sweetie” he finishes, his voice soft and sincere as he makes his way towards you, hands meeting your hips pushing you softly onto his bed.

The back of your knees meet his bed and you sit down, before scooting back against his headboard his hands helping to guide you, a pout sits on your face, you know he means it, you know your sweet boyfriend would never allow a girl to flirt with him when he has you, you know he wouldn’t even give her the time of day, you know he would never do anything to upset you.

He scans your face with those soft eyes of his, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the area there “talk to me please” he demands.

you finally meet his gaze, feeling bad for your outburst “i’m sorry for storming out on you like that, I just thought you were doing it on purpose” you share, tilting your head down, breaking away from his gaze, your hand moving to rest over his.

“no no don’t apologize baby, I should be the one apologizing” he tells you, his hand bringing your face back up so your eyes meet again, his lips leaning in to meet yours.

“ur not mad at me anymore are you?” he asks once he pulls away from the kiss

“no Steve” you say, kissing him again

But he still feels it, he still feels that hint of insecurity that lingers on you, desperate to show you how much you matter to him.

He slowly begins to kiss down your neck, between every soft kiss placed is a mumbled “i’m sorry”, as he trails down your chest, lifting your shirt up in the process to kiss the skin there he follows up with more “i’m sorry’s” till he gets to your thighs, kissing the inside of them, “hate when you’re upset” he says in a pout, “let me make it up to you yeah?” he mumbles, and you just can’t help but surrender to him, legs growing weak.

He slowly and softly tugs your pants down, hand gripping your knees to widen your legs for him, his lips brushing against the fabric of your panties that sits over your cunt, placing a soft kiss there, his sharp nose poking your clit through your panties, the friction mixed with his warm breath causes your heart to jump.

“you’d like that?” he teases

“mmmm” you hum “Steve please” is all you manage to get out, sinking into his pillows, and suddenly you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place.

In a swift motion he slides your panties down your leg; Your cunt already slick with your arousal, he wastes no time, his tongue gently sliding between your folds, soaking up every drip caused by him. Tongue moving up and down you slowly, eventually dipping into your hole exploring the area he knows so well.

He moves his tongue up to your needy clit, circling the area soft and slow, a way to say how sorry he is. Once and a while, sucking your clit between his lips desperate to only focus on you right now, paying attention to how you buck your hips up to grind your cunt into him, your hands fisting at his hair, moans of his name fall between your lips.

Two of his fingers move to rub over your clit, before moving down, sliding right inside of you, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck and kiss as he pumps his fingers inside of you reaching a sensitive spot deep in you, the tension in your stomach growing stronger. His other hand snaked around your thigh, pressing firmly on your belly to hold you still as you squirm at the pleasure, back arching off the bed.

And it hits you. Your orgasm breaks free, mouth falling open as you give in to complete ecstasy. Steve’s tongue still working magic on your core, riding you through your orgasm, your cunt pulsing again this lips, moans and curses is all that manage to leave your lips, hands griping even harder at Steve’s hair causing him to groan against your cunt, your chest moving up and down, heavy breaths leave your lungs as you try to come down from your high.

Steve removes his mouth from your heat, crawling up the bed to hover over you, crashing his lips onto yours “told you i’d make it all up to you didn’t i” he says, bumping his nose into yours causing you to let out a giggle, before plopping next to you hands moving to your own as he pulls you to his chest, pulling the blanket over the both of you, your head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your arm.

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[roosterbox]

Hey, want another of my so-called thinky thoughts? This one was inspired by something on the discord. This one also goes under a cut because my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote too much, lol. But anyway.

Alternate universe. Steve and Eddie have been dating for a while, and it's not a secret. All their friends and family know and are supportive. Nancy works as a server in a fancy restaurant. An uneventful job, until she sees Eddie there, seemingly on a very romantic date with... a mystery woman?

What? She's not their server, and hasn't seen the woman's face yet (which will be important later, of course), but WHAT???

She's confused at first, but that confusion quickly gives way to anger. Anger mostly on Steve's behalf. Because she may have broken up with Steve when they were young, but he's still her friend, damnit, and he doesn't deserve this. And the longer the anger stews, the more furious Nancy becomes.

Finally, after one sappy unbroken romantic gaze and delicate hand kiss too many, Nancy storms over. Risking her job to defend the honor of her friend.

"What the actual hell, Munson?!"

Eddie startles, but doesn't let go of his date's hand.

"Oh hey Wheeler! Didn't know you were working tonight." The asshole doesn't seem nervous or worried about being caught. He even smiles at her. The prick.

"Don't you 'hey Wheeler' me, you cheating jerk!"

That finally gets Eddie's attention. His face turns serious, though a bit confused. "What? I'd never cheat on Stevie! Why would you even think that?"

There's a faint chuckling from the other side of the table. Nancy ignores her for now, focusing on Eddie.

"I oughtta punch you in the balls for that, Munson. For lying right to my face. And for what you're doing to Steve."

Eddie's confusion seems to evaporate as he realizes something. "Ah, well. You see Wheeler, the thing is-"

The quiet laughter of Eddie's date becomes too hard to ignore. Nancy spins on her heel, ready to confront this giggling floozy.

"Listen here, you little slut-"

She immediately stops short.

Eddie's date. It's... Steve. But also... not Steve?

"Ah," Eddie says again, a bit sheepish. He's still holding Steve's (?) hand. "You haven't been to one of our group get-togethers in a while.” He clears his throat before continuing. “Nancy, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Stevie."

With her flowing chestnut locks, subtle makeup, and sparkling red dress, Stevie Harrington is absolutely stunning. And she looks more at ease and comfortable in her own skin than ‘Steve’ Harrington ever did. Nancy is entirely taken aback. Stevie's still smiling, but her smile falters a bit at Nancy's silence.

"Nance? You, uh, you okay?" She asks.

Eddie recognizes the fearful undertones of Stevie's question, and gently squeezes her hand. Letting her know that, whatever Nancy's eventual reaction is, he's here for her, always.

Nancy finally blinks, brain having restarted from one of the biggest surprises of her life. "Wuh?"

Oh yeah, real intelligent there, Nancy.

"Buh?"

Oh come on, this is just embarrassing.

She gathers her thoughts, wrestling with them as one might while trying to fold a fitted sheet, keenly aware of the look on Stevie's face. Her friend was growing more and more nervous, and seemed to be bracing herself for something. After a moment, Nancy realizes why this is, and pulls herself together.

"I really haven't been around enough, have I?" She lets her lips curve into a small smile. Stevie relaxes a bit, but still seems guarded.

Nancy's expression softens completely. "It's nice to meet you, Stevie. The real you."

Stevie's smile is so big it must hurt her cheeks, and she looks as if she might cry. "You too, Nancy."

Nancy's expression shifts, turning to shock and embarrassment. "Oh God, I called you a- Jesus, Stevie, I'm so- You're not-" She babbles, face turning red. "Oh god," she says again, hiding her face in her hands. The soft laughter of her friends is simultaneously nice and yet mortifying. Truly this is one of the most embarrassing days of her life.

Gentle hands encircle her wrists. They don't pull, or force her face out into the open. Instead, they just hold, rubbing against her skin. The soothing motion coaxes her into lowering them, and opening her eyes. Stevie's eyes are still watery, but kind. So kind. She's holding Nancy's hands in both of hers.

"It's okay, Nance. Really. You didn't know."

"Still-"

"'Still' nothing. You didn't know. You've been busy. It's not like I couldn't have called you myself, right? That street goes both ways. Besides," She smirks, "the fact that you were so willing and ready to go to bat for me speaks volumes."

"I was two seconds away from punching your boyfriend right in the dick," Nancy reminds her.

"Balls, actually," Eddie mutters, remembering all too well. He shifts his legs under the table. Stevie throws back her head in laughter, drawing a few looks from other patrons. The few that weren't watching the dramatic encounter already, at least. The three friends pay the onlookers no mind.

"I should get back to-"

"Oh!" She lets go. Nancy misses the warmth immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry. We'll let you get back to w-"

Nancy bends and hugs Stevie, who's still sitting at her table. The positioning is awkward, but even so the other woman doesn't hesitate to return the embrace. "We'll talk later, okay?"

Stevie sniffs, holding back her tears valiantly. "Okay."

"And I am NOT missing another family party ever again. Who knows what might happen next time? For all I know, Mike and Will will have hooked up by then."

Her friend giggles in her arms, and she misses the knowing look that passes between Stevie and her boyfriend. Eddie hides his smile with a lock of hair.

She pulls back. Stevie smiles at her, makeup holding strong despite the lone tear that manages to escape. Nancy reaches over and wipes it away. "You look beautiful tonight, Stevie."

She blushes. "Thank you."

"But I really do have to get back. I'll see you two soon. Have fun on your date!" With one final wave, and a smile, she heads back into the kitchen. Every so often, she glances back, seeing them exchange flirty looks, gentle touches, and once, a kiss across the table. It's lovely, and everything she knows Stevie deserves.

On one of these glances, Stevie actually looks her way. She smiles. Nancy smiles back. And wonders, for the dozenth time that evening, what other big developments she might have missed happening in her little group of friends.

[stvnszlr]

HI! Here to beg u for Steven adhd headcanons

Pls i promise i'll be good this year.

oh my goodness … so um this is something i am like way too passionate about !! im going to seem like the craziest crazy person EVER by sharing this cuz i wrote .… a lot but u guys gotta stick with me okay you’ll see the vision

THANK YOU for asking this btw ! this is one of the things that makes me relate to steven the most ,,>_<,, and i will literally talk abt it anytime

☆ steven adhd hc’s / reasons why i think it’s possible he has adhd ! ☆ ( coming from someone who has a severe combined type adhd diagnosis )

please note this is all just speculation !! i’ve noticed some connections between his behavior / things he’s spoken about and adhd symptoms , but i am certainly no doctor and the only one who can truly determine any of this is steven himself . these observations are mostly just for my comfort as a neurodivergent person :)

ohhh stevie is a BIG stimmer :) he taps on everything in sight , he also hums a lot and likes to move his body ! bouncing , jumping , flapping , shaking , jiggling , playing with his hair ( i have video evidence sue me >:( )

people often describe him as “twitchy” , randomly making odd movements or sounds that can surprise and confuse those around him

vocal stims , dude . like my man is a parrot he’ll repeat random phrases over and over without thinking about it , just going about his day mumbling the most obscure sentences without even realizing

i’ve also noticed from watching videos he has a big BIG tendency to repeat things other people say !! i think that’s a combo of vocal stimming and also struggling to fit in when making conversation

he has literally confessed to having sensory issues related to taste and texture ??!?!? so i imagine he has them with other things too it’s mostly touch or sound related things that really get to him and can cause overwhelm but honestly anything that catches him at the right time will have him retreating inside himself and blocking everything out , unable to respond cuz he can’t think or listen

also seems to struggle with clothes touching his body ! he is always in loose tank tops and wears a lot of cropped pants / shorts , and has never really worn a lot of accessories unlike his bandmates . this could definitely be attributed to sensory issues , especially hating the feeling of wearing jewelry ( rings especially ) and also makeup on his face

drums !!! poppy loves drumming , it is SUCH a good stimulant for his brain cuz it works muscle memory , gives a dopamine rush , and combines both creative thought with an athletic activity

hyperfixations oh my god he is so bad . so so bad . he’ll pick up something for like a few weeks and dedicate EVERYTHING to it just to never pick it up again

very typical hyperactive type adhd , trouble focusing and sitting still OH MY GOD this man cannot sit normally for the life of him

um hyperfocus also !! drums is prolly his biggest one but if it’s something he’s super tuned into he can just . sit there and mindlessly work on it for HOURS before someone notices and is like hello take a break ??

didn’t like school cuz he always felt like he wasn’t smart , he was actually really interested by some subjects but just couldn’t keep up as a student :/ he also started getting into skating and music which were much better dopamine activities than school so he kinda just . quit ?

part of why his mom kicked him out so young , he was impulsive and reckless and very VERY high energy , easily irritated and his emotions had no filter / couldn’t control them or his actions based on them

this poor kid is so forgetful . he really cannot remember shit and it gets him in trouble a lot ! he’s gotta be reminded by the guys about EVERYTHING and it annoys them to no end , and steven always feels bad cause he wishes he could remember , but for some reason he forgets every time !

it’s where his irritability comes from too , he sometimes flips like a switch and can get really defensive and aggressive . he’ll lash out and turn really angry — not in a super serious way , but it’s the reason he gets in so many little fights with all the other guys , especially axl .

this is also tied in with the rlly strong sense of justice that neurodivergent people feel !! the reason he’d stand up and talk back when everyone else could just let it go

easier to fall into addiction and harder to get out of it . places a vice on his brain , trapping him in dependency on the drugs and making it so much more difficult to quit — why it took him so much longer to get sober than any of the others , even after all his health scares

drugs are also a coping mechanism for sensory issues and that awful , isolating feeling of being built just slightly different than everyone else

UM ???? LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT STEVEN POST GNR + LEAVING THE BAND IS JUST SCREAMING RSD ??? like the abandonment issues built up from his childhood ON TOP of being insanely sensitive to disappointing others / feeling unwanted ?? yeah i fucking understand why he couldn’t let go of it for almost twenty years of his life that’s like the worst possible thing to go through as someone hypersensitive to feelings of rejection bro . oh my god .

rsd also attributes to him being really eager to please especially with friends , and trying to talk himself up and seem cool and on their level and worth keeping around :(

i do also think it is likely that he learned to mask a LOT of his symptoms , of course not all of them ( as we can pretty obviously see in like . any video ever taken of him ) but a lot of the less socially acceptable ones he naturally forced himself to hide :( 

[stregoniconiconii]

maybe it's because i've been working on my own transfem stevie fic for ages now and so i have my own very specific headcanons, but going through the tag is truly . it's not the greatest experience. for me. there are surface level reasons for this and also far more insidious reasons.

like there is the matter of me not really shipping steddie or harringrove. this is surface level. i just don't like either of their characters and i find the fans of the ships and those characters annoying. this is life in fandom. it means that most of the time, if i want to read a fic about stevie, i must also suffer reading about eddie or billy, neither of whom i care about. again, such is life. it's fine. ship what you want.

but. but. i do not like how transfem stevie gets written a lot of the time either. whether it's in posts or fics. there's a lot of ideas ppl spout that they have not actually examined. many of which feature transphobia/transmisogyny. and i have to see them. and it sucks.

bc. like. why do so many ppl write stevie's bf du jour as gay. like this is often specified. eddie is a gay man who has just found out that his boyfriend wants to be a woman. wow how does eddie feel about that? i dont care. thats what a lot of fics are about tho. yay. eddie isn't even gay, its just a popular headcanon. altho some ppl believe in it so much they've convinced themselves there are hints of it in canon. there isn't. there are some ppl out there who do feel at odds with transfem stevie and eddie dating bc they believe so strongly in gay eddie. which is fine. eddie can be bi. or straight. i think a bi realisation is fun and i think its even more fun when the bi realisation happens in reverse to what is expected. but there are a number of works out there that still insist on eddie calling himself gay. when he has a trans wife. and i do not like that. it feels invalidating to stevie's identity as a trans woman. it's also. it's not about stevie. it's about how her boyfriend feels about his partner transitioning. most of the time.

i also do not like so many ppl feeling the need to explain why stevie and robin aren't dating in this au. like. there's a few reasons why so many of those posts rub me the wrong way. there's some that are obvious. i distinctly remember a post that posited a PANSEXUAL robin and stevie attempting to have casual sex. first off. there's zero need to specify a pansexual robin. it can just be regular old lesbian robin bc lesbians are attracted to women and. forgive me stating the obvious here but. trans women are women.

that's just one post. but there are MANY that state that robin and stevie do not and will never date bc it is "disgusting". that is often the word used. disgusting. it's meant to be funny perhaps? some joke about stevie and robin being sisters and incest is gross. okay. well they aren't sisters. personal headcanon time but i dont think they see themselves as siblings, canonverse or otherwise. i think they're just friends. and i dont like seeing all these posts saying that kissing, having sex with, or dating a trans woman is "disgusting". it upsets me. more than once ive seen robin being upset with/at?? stevie for being attractive to her and still somehow unavailable to her. bc ? she knows that she does some gross/embarrassing thing? they know each other too well? so they can obviously never date. which is. honestly it's just confusing. do you think couples dont know the other farts? that they don't know each other? but again the image invoked is that being with a trans woman would be gross or embarrassing. that's not a fun thing to hear about.

sometimes the reason given is that they've known each other too long. they spent so much time only thinking of each other as friends that it's weird to think about the other in a romantic light. okay that can happen. but again this is usually accompanied with robin being like. kinda mad at stevie for being hot as a woman. so she's attracted to her? but not bc she knows her gross habits too well. but maybe if she had met her now, and not before she transitioned, then they may have gotten together. so the fact that robin knew her as a man is putting her off dating her? wow. that has some implications. i've seen many reasons as to why stevie and robin can't date, except really the most important one: that they don't want to. they're happier just being friends. it never occurred to them to start dating each other bc they're happy with the way they're relationship is. but that rarely comes up. the fact that it would be gross comes up far more often.

you don't have to write about stevie and robin dating. or having sex. or being anything other than friends if you just want them to be friends. seeing this same idea repeated over and over again, that it would be gross for them to be together, just makes it feel like you are overcompensating. like maybe you do believe they could date and be very happy, which actually would be fine. it's a niche au and has very little to do with canon so i don't think it means that you secretly want stobin to date in canon. but honestly? the way ppl speak against stobin dating in this sort of au implies that they are still primarily thinking of canon steve. in a transfem stevie au. which i think colours the way they talk about stevie's relationships, not just with robin but also with other characters. i think they are thinking of canon steve pretending to be a trans woman. which is. well, do i need to say it?

i also can't believe i need to say this but ppl who want to ship a lesbian and a man together will just do that. they already don't care. why would they jump through those hoops of genderbending a male character when they could just write what they want to write? no one is stopping them. you can post whatever you want on ao3, for better or worse, and if you actually delved into the tag you would see that the way transfem (or even cisfem) stobin is written is very different from canon stobin. there are completely different kinks going on. it's as asinine as believing that men will dress up as women to attack women in bathrooms, imo. like. they don't need to do all that, they can just attack women in bathrooms. and they often do. that thought might be too harsh but i do believe it's the same sort of sentiment.

i think that's sort of the crux of my issue with a lot of transfem stevie content. the idea of canon steve is too forefront in her creation. she is a woman but still male enough to date a gay man and also still male enough to not date a lesbian. and it's not about her. it's not about stevie. it's upsetting. i don't like it. i think transfem stevie deserves better.

[dcamato]

“Why…why can’t you love me? I’m telling you im leaving and you aren’t even fighting for me. Why am I not worth fighting for? Did you EVER love me?!” Steve chokes out through a river of tears falling down his cheeks. They’d gone to Indy for the weekend, some holiday shopping for the Party and everyone else and a chance to cut loose and have some fun for them. Eddie had been weird all day - when they went to the diner for lunch (the waiter crossed the line leaving his number there and Steve made sure to use the napkin before leaving it behind); when they were shopping, Eddie kept moving away from Steve no matter what Steve did to stay close. By the time they’d hit the bar, it was like being alone again. Steve didn’t know what he’d done but he tried to fix it. Bought Eddie a drink, kept trying to put his arm around him, asking him to dance…when Eddie got upset and actually pushed Steve away, he was done. He watched Eddie start talking to some dude (who looked quite a bit like Steve, btw).He walked back to the hotel, tears threatening every step. He tried to call Robs (no answer) and even thought about calling Nancy (add to this pain? Maybe not) when the door opens. “I’ll be gone in a few, dude, so you can bring your date back here.” Eddie is looking down, pain and shame fighting for first on his face. “Stevie…” “no, you can’t say that to me right now, no. Pretty clear now,thinking back on the day, you want nothing more to do with me. Don’t know what I did but fine, I’ll go.” “Steve, please just…” You’re free to do and see and fuck whoever you want since you obviously don’t want me.” “HARRINGTON!” Stop! Please…just give me a minute to talk. Please, baby…” “Why…why can’t you love me? I’m telling you im leaving and you aren’t even fighting for me. Why am I not worth fighting for? Did you EVER love me?!” Eddie can barely see through his own tears but he grabs Steve as they both crumple to the ground. The next few minutes are silent, punctuated with sobs, deep breaths and mumbled words of comfort. When he can finally breathe and he knows Steve is calm enough to listen and truly hear the words, Eddie starts talking - “you are worth more to me than I could ever give and that was my problem. I made it yours these last few days, actually, and you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve someone like me - doing nothing, going nowhere, with no future. You deserve the white knight, fighting dragons for you, going into battle for you. Coming back to you to sing your praises and offer their love. The best I can do is the last one - and I know that’s not enough. You deserve the world and all it has to offer, not some tiny corner of it that’s not much more than dirt. Since I knew I’d never be brave enough to leave you - I love you to damned much for that - I had to make you hate me enough to leave. Guess I am good at something at least. Just didn’t realize how…how soul deep the pain of you leaving would actually be. I don’t deserve you, even less now with what I’ve done but YOU don’t deserve to think it’s because your unloveable or not worthy of love. You are so insanely lovable and deserve to be loved by better than the likes of me…”. Eddie’s eyes shone, shed tears gripped tight to his lashes. He refused to hurt this beautiful man that he would love forever, not one more moment of pain would he cause him. His love for Steve simply wouldn’t allow it. Steve, for his part, was in turns confused, angry, hurt, awed and enamored. Every word spoken healed a crack in his heart; it made him understand how dumb they both were (yeah, Robs had said they needed to work on communication) and how much he needed to make Eddie understand right now - “Eds, sweetheart, you’re an idiot.” “HEY!…” “No, you are but so am I. We both want to give each other everything and we think the other one is going to leave to find it. Baby, to me, you ARE my knight,- you nearly died for a town that hated you, but you stay in the face of that and that is so, so brave; you defend my honor regularly with those shitheads when they get mouthy. You kill the spiders I can’t bring

[joehawke]

I need a Steve and Eddie fight scene post Vecna where Eddie survives and he wakes up a week later from a medical induced coma and Steve is immediately like “what happened to the plan Munson?? What happened to not being a hero??” And Eddie just scoffs and rolls his eyes and Steve’s at a loss because does Eddie not get it?

“Why do you care?” Eddie says and Steve’s blood is boiling.

“Why do I care? Are you seriously asking me that? Dustin would be losing his older brother. Wayne would be losing a son. The party would be losing a member. You think I said don’t play a hero for shits and giggles?? You’re life isn’t meaningless!!” Steve nearly screams, trying his best to keep his voice down considering the fact that they’re in a hospital.

“That’s rich coming from you Harrington, truly. You’re a hypocrite you know that? Another tab to add to the King Steve doctrine.” Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms to the best of his abilities, what with the IV’s and wires sticking out every which way. And by the look on Steve’s face, Eddie can tell Steve doesn’t get it. Steve’s brows are furrowed and his arms mirror Eddie’s as they cross across his chest (though Steve’s executing it much better than Eddie is considering the free range he has). “You seriously don’t get it Harrington?” Eddie asks, cocking his head to the side like a kicked puppy, his lips turned downward in a slight frown. Steve makes no movement, just stares back at Eddie like he were a particularly hard equation that he doesn’t have the answer to. Eddie doesn’t think he’ll find what he’s looking for.

“You think I don’t know about your little adventures before I was dragged down with you to the depths of hell? Dustin and Nancy and Robin and even Lady Applejack —“ Eddie pauses to gauge the reaction on Steve’s face as Steve purses his lips and furrows his brows at the name. Eddie wants to run his thumb across Steve’s forehead and soften every wrinkle of confusion away. Eddie swallows that thought like something poisonous. “—Erica. Even Erica told me all about what a ‘hero’ you’ve been. About how you step in front of the punch no matter who or where or what it’s coming from. Don’t think I myself didn’t notice the way you quite literally throw yourself head first into deaths grasp after he knocks on your door. No - you don’t even give him a chance to knock, you’re meeting him half way there. You’re life isn’t expendable either Stevie.”

Steve’s lip quivers ever so lightly, and if Eddie wasn’t used to watching Steve’s every mannerism, he might’ve missed it. Steve takes a deep breath before opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, and in any other scenario Eddie would make guppy noises and tease him. But this isn’t any other scenario. And Steve proves that as the moment of silence is broken by a nurse walking in. Steve uses this as his moment to bolt to the door, and Eddie can feel the anxious energy follow him out the door and into the hospital corridors like Steve’s being haunted. Eddie wishes he were the one to follow instead.

Idk - something like that

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Hello, friends! We’re rounding out the Fridays this month with the rest of our November community recs. 

The coven wants you to know that we are so very grateful to have all of you follow and engage with us. We truly appreciate your support and your continued investment in this fandom.

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All the joy that is to come (@myolivebranch​) “This is such a sweet, thoughtful alternative take on if Patrick, wide awake at 5am after kissing David for the first time, nervously texts his mom to see if she is up, wanting to share the joy he is feeling for the first time ever.”

An old fashioned guy (soonerorlater) “It's an interesting take, that David wanted to propose to Patrick, and this is David Rose at his most romantic, big gesture self. Its so sweet and there's also some anxiety, of course. But there's a lot of beautiful communication and expression of what commitment means. The ring, oh! Just go read it if you haven't.” 

Basically his only friend (jmda4) “I love seeing how Alexis responds to Johnny's health scare. Ted comes through as a supportive partner.” 

The confidence of friends (onegirlandherpen/@alysiswriting​) “It's a great look at a minor character (Grace) and at the Jazzagals as they band together. What's not to love?”

Everything (kingoftheroad) “We see Johnny and Moira early on in their relationship, and Moira finding strength through Johnny.”

Everything that goes wrong (swift_wind)  “All the works so far in this series are a masterful balance of funny, tender, hot and still believable.”

Go your own way (pandorasdaydream) “This heart wrenching RPF which explores the aftermath of Noah singing Go your own way on Instagram live, is everything anyone who reads and loves Dan/Noah RPF could want. It may not be everyone's cup of tea but it puts into words the feelings many people had about sad Noah singing this particular song at this particular time.”

Just wanna tell you how I’m feeling (hudders-and-hiddles/@wild-aloof-rebel​) “This fic is so sweet, the way it captures a moment they are IN IT but it's too soon to really say that except in the way that we see Patrick do it in the show, using lyrics to say what he's not sure David is ready to hear yet.”

The other French kiss (@demora00​) “A fun flirty and witty 5+1 about cheek kisses and a first kiss. Stevie and David banter, confused David, and French! Patrick. What's not to love?”

Retail David series (@petrodobreva​) “Everything about this meet cute is wonderful. There's money and class discussions, Patrick's journey of self discovery through clothes. David's staying true to who he is despite lack of money and his occupation. A brilliantly written Moira. It just makes you feel warm and fuzzy when you read it!”

Small projects (@gclane​) “This is a beautiful canon-compliant story featuring David learning a new skill and further enmeshing himself and Rose Apothecary into the SC community. It has tender/hot early relationship elements, and a hint of Patrick’s anxiety about keeping their relationship from his parents. It’s perfect for a fall/winter afternoon read.” 

Weep not for the memories (lucianowriter) “As someone who's loved and lost ones with Alzheimer's, this hit home for me. We see Patrick struggle to remember, and David being the best caregiver he can. The ending is bittersweet.”

what my head overlooks the senses will show to my heart (cromarty/@patrickredactedbrewer) “It's funny to imagine Patrick as a private investigator, and even funnier to watch Alexis be immediately good at it like she is in the escape room, but it's David falling in love mostly over the phone that really gets me in this story. That, and why Patrick became a PI, are so sweet.”

[morganski-19]

Conversation 2: Labyrinth

This happens prefic, mentioned in chapter two of the main fic. can be read as a stand-alone. also available on ao3

“I just don’t understand why you are so reluctant to watch it,” Robin complains from where she is draped against Steve’s countertop.

Steve rolls his eyes. “It’s not that I’m reluctant to watch it. I just don’t think I’ll like it very much is all.” The microwave dings and he takes out the bag and pours the popcorn into a bowl.

Robin groans. “You never think you like anything. And then you watch it and you end up loving it.” Steve gives her a disbelieving glare. “Ok, half the time. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give it a chance, though.” She wanders over and plucks a popcorn kernel. 

“Hey,” he swaps her hand out of the way, “No snacking until Eddie gets here.” 

“Speaking of which, how’s that going,” Robin bounces her eyebrows. 

A lump forms in Steve’s throat that he can’t explain. “What do you mean? We’re friends.”

She rolls her eyes. “Uh huh, sure. But is there like, anything more than-” Before Robin can go on about whatever she seems to think is going on between Steve and Eddie, which is nothing because they are just friends and Steve’s straight so it would never end up being more than that, the doorbell rings. 

Steve walks over to the door and opens it to Eddie leaning on his doorway. “Harrington. Are you ready to see the great masterpiece that is Labyrinth?” He says with a mischievous smile.

Apparently, the movie was a favorite between Eddie and Robin, much to Steve’s disliking. Not that he’s mad that they want him to see it, he likes it when people share the things they love with him. It makes him feel like they trust him enough to not be judged for it. Except this may be the exception since the movie has fucking puppets and David Bowie with big hair and eyeliner. It’s just a movie he doesn’t think he’ll find himself liking.

“He is definitely not,” Robin calls out from the kitchen. “He’s been complaining about having to watch it for the last hour.”

Eddie does an exasperated, dramatic gasp and slaps a hand to his chest. “I can not believe that you would be so dramatic about something that you have yet to see. You never know, you could like it.”

“Yeah I’m the dramatic one,” Steve mutters as he rolls his eyes. “It has puppets. Doesn’t seem like something I’d like.”

“Awww, scared puppets are just for children, Stevie. You have clearly not seen the puppets in Dark Crystal then, those have given many a child nightmares.” Steve steps out of the way to let Eddie into the house. “And if you truly do not like it, then at least you get some free beer out of it,” He raises a case of beer, the bottles clanking together.

“I told you you didn’t have to bring anything.” 

Eddie places the case down on the counter with a thump. “Yes, I know. But you let all of the little twerps raid your fridge for whatever they want, plus me and Birdie when we’re here. Someone has to repay the favor sometime.”

A warmth fills Steve's chest. It’s something he can’t quite explain but happens a lot when he’s around Eddie. The small gestures that the other would do to make sure that Steve felt included or make sure that he was checked up on. He never looked down at Steve when he said something dumb or asked a million questions. The opposite in fact. Eddie would explain what was going on without any malice or condescending nature or repeat something that Steve didn’t catch without rolling his eyes. It wasn’t much, but it still made Steve smile. 

It also filled his mind and heart with something he hasn’t felt in a long time. Something that he doesn’t quite understand, and doesn’t really think he wants to. It’s odd and confusing and makes his head hurt and heart ache when he thinks too much about it. So he pushes it away into a little box in the back of his mind to forget about it forever. He’s had too much to think about in the past few months, he thinks that a few moments of peace are well deserved before his world changes again. Because he thinks that thinking about it too much would only open up something that he’ll never be able to shut again. 

And that is something that scares him.

“Thanks,” Steve mutters. 

Eddie opens up two beers, shoving one into Steve’s hand. “No problem, man,” he says while clinking their bottles. Steve stares at his bottle for a bit, confusion flooding in.

A piece of popcorn makes contact with Steve’s forehead. “Are we going to watch this or what?” Robin asks annoyed. 

“Ugh, yeah, I guess so,” Steve says, falling out of his trance. 

“Don’t sound so excited, Harrington.” 

Steve rolls his eyes as he slides the tape into the VCR. Taking his place on the couch between Eddie and Robin, it starts to play. Robin squirms around on the couch until she finds a comfortable position, laying her legs in Steve’s lap. She has commandeered the popcorn bowl, only passing it over every once in a while, but successfully eating over half the bowl by herself in the first twenty minutes. 

The movie is confusing, to say the least. For some reason, he can’t seem to follow the plot too well, something just not clicking right in his brain. He can tell that there is a baby, which got kidnapped because the girl wished him away. And the book she was reading was actually real and came to life because it apparently can do that. The goblin king, who was David Bowie in surprisingly tight pants for a children’s movie, would dance around and sing in practically every scene he was in. Steve can’t say exactly why, but his eyes find themselves fixated on him whenever he’s on screen.

And then suddenly, there are puppets. But not the puppets that Steve was expecting. Large bulky puppets that are quite ugly looking if you ask him, which is probably the point since they’re supposed to be goblins and other creatures. 

Eddie leans over Steve’s shoulder, hair tickling his neck, whispering, “You know those puppets are made by the same guy who makes the muppets?”

“Really?” Steve whispers back.

He nods. “Yeah, he’s the one who made the movie. Made the one I mentioned before too. Can’t imagine this being the same gut who sings ‘It’s Not Easy Being Green’, huh?”

“Not really, no,” he replies, laughing to himself about what it would look like if Kermit of Fozzy rounded the corner and joined the group.  

Eddie seems satisfied, leaning back into his space. His leg, however, doesn’t. It is still pressed up against Steve from when he shifted to lean over. Normally, he wouldn’t mind. It’s not the biggest couch in the world and can become crowded when people spread out. Especially when Robin claims a good bit by spreading out. But something about the constant presence was suffocating Steve. 

It’s not like they haven’t been close like this before. They’d often get this close on the couch during movie nights. And Eddie was never shy about physical touch before, always touching Steve or getting up in his personal space when they hung out. It was something that Steve found he really liked. He’d never really had that with a friend before all of this. Even Robin had her moments where she needed her space, and he was more willing to give it. But even then, it was never him reaching out for the touch. Steve never realized how much he missed that until Eddie came around. 

Bowie returns to the screen with a dance, prancing about the screen while he sings. Steve tenses, but he can’t really place why. He feels, weird. That’s all he can describe it as. Something about it just doesn’t feel right, like he wants to feel something for him, but can’t. Because something isn’t right with it. He takes a long swig of his beer. 

He’s rolling a crystal ball on his hands when Eddie leans over again. “He’s not the one actually doing that. They had someone standing behind him sticking their hands out through his arms to do the tricks.” 

“Huh,” Steve asks confused, not being able to visualize what Eddie was saying. 

“Here,” Eddie motions for Steve to lean forward a bit. He wraps an arm around his back and sticks both of his hands under Steve’s arm, reaching out in front of him. Like hugging him from behind, but not. Steve stiffens, breath hitching at the touch. “Like this.”

“Oh,” is all Steve can muster, overwhelmed by the presence. 

Eddie removes his arms, Steve’s back feeling empty from the lack of warmth. “Yeah, and the guy had to do it blind too.”

“Could you both shut up and watch the damn movie?” Robin complains, cutting off any thought that was starting to form in Steve’s head. The two shut up, diverting their attention back to the movie. 

Sarah continues to make her way through the labyrinth, meeting goblins and other creatures until she makes her way to the end of it. Eddie shifts again, resting an arm on the back of the couch, brushing against the back of Steve’s neck. 

His breath hitches again at the touch as a line of electricity shoots down his spine. It’s nothing, he tries to convince himself. But when he shifts, inadvertently getting close to Eddie again, another spark shoots through him. It’s different, but not all the same. Steve stiffens, trying to separate himself from Eddie’s touch without the other noticing or getting offended. Because he can’t think about this here, not now. Here he might not be able to ignore it, and that’s all Steve wants to do.

He’s started having thoughts like these before. Noticed how sometimes he would act differently around Eddie than he would anyone else. Finding it hard to find the right words, getting flustered easily with something so simple the other did. A warmth finding its way to his face or his heart beating a bit too fast when the other was around. Hell, he even did it tonight. The dots wanted to connect, but Steve stopped them, focusing hard on trying to figure out whatever the hell was going on with this movie. 

The end of the movie comes as Sarah confronts Bowie’s character for the last time. He again can’t seem to take his eyes away from the actor, confused as to why he can’t seem to do so. 

Suddenly, the box breaks open and it all starts to make sense. He’s attracted to him, that’s clear. It’s like whenever there was a female character on the screen who had their shirt off for a few seconds or just looked hot. Except this time it isn’t a girl and happens to be David fucking Bowie in tight pants in a movie he’s barely paid any attention to because he’s so confused as to why he feels so weird. 

And something about it all still feels wrong. 

Something is whispered in Steve’s ear that he can’t quite comprehend. “Hm,” He questions. 

“Micheal Jackson was initially interested to be Jareth, but Henson’s daughters convinced him to go with Bowie instead,” Eddie whispers, sending more shivers through Steve, heading down to a place he doesn’t want them to be. 

He breaks away from Eddie’s touch, leaning his head on the back of the couch. Except he doesn’t because Eddie’s arm is there, so it rests there instead. Steve can’t seem to pull it away, feeling immense warmth flood through him at the touch. Again he shifts, pressing his side up against Eddie, running toward feeling more of that warmth. 

As Jareth is defeated by the girl reciting the last line of her book, Steve can’t help but think about what it would look like for someone else to play him. He’s sure that Jackson or anyone else would pull it off, but it would be different. Something about Bowie playing the role seems right, though, the whole rocker vibe was fitting somehow. 

Yet, he can’t help but think about what another person would look like in the role. Maybe someone with darker hair, curly even. Add a few chains to the outfit, a few rings maybe too. If they even wanted to, add the character playing guitar along with the music in the movie. 

Eddie shifts again, brushing his hand on Steve’s shoulder, almost resting it there to see if Steve would say anything about it. He doesn’t because the feeling of being this close to Eddie makes his heart thunder in his chest. The box cannot be closed. 

Oh

Oh

Oh shit, no. 

Eddie nudges him on the shoulder, “Hey, you alright?”

He hadn’t noticed it in the moment, but he was clenching his fists and his breath was increased, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve lies. Because in actuality, Steve was terrified. 

[myersmaniac]

~we love you.~

TW⚠️: drugs, overdose, substance abuse; mentions of Chrissy’s death. This fic mentions very serious topics. You have been warned!

Pairings: Eddie x Henderson! reader, Steve x Henderson! reader, billy x Henderson!reader, Nancy wheeler x henderson! Reader, robin Buckley x henderson! Reader

All pairings in this are semi platonic!

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Dustin loved you, you were his one and only sister. Someone who he looked up to, counted on to be there, his built in best friend from birth. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, why you sometimes acted different but what he did know is that something was not right.

“ Steve, Steve are you there? Get over here now i repeat get over here now! Over.” Dustin spoke over the walkie talkie, desperately needing someone’s help, he didn’t know how to handle you like this, it scared him. “ what is it nimrod, I’m at work?” Steve replied not knowing the Situation. “ you’re supposed to say over. It’s my sister, she’s acting funny, throwing up, won’t talk straight, making noises. She doesn’t look right either just.. come over please. Over.” Steve immediately jumped over the counter. “ I’m on my way.” He said.

It didn’t take him very long to get to your house, he knew he needed to get to you as fast as possible. He’d do anything to save you. “ where is she” were the first words that Steve spoke as he barged through the door. “ bathroom” Dustin replied. You could see the fear on Dustin’s face, he was confused, worried and sad among so many other mixed feelings.

Steve opened the bathroom door and there you were hunched over the toilet, looking completely drained. Your eyes were heavy and your heart was racing. “ hey hey look at me, what’s going on?” Steve asked, he had no idea what to do honestly, he didn’t even completely realize what was going on himself but he knew it was something bad.

You just looked up to him with a sappy smile looking like you hadn’t slept in days. Steve lightly tapped your face after you didn’t respond “ come on baby; what’s happening?” He said. You felt like you were flying and he was watching you fall. “ nothings wrong Stevie ” you barley let out your words, dragging each syllable out. “Don’t lie to me, come on I’m not angry baby I’m worried talk to me.” After Steve said that you reached your hand down to the floor knocking something over it made a small crashing sound. Steve looked down to see what it was, a small orange pill bottle almost completely empty. He picked it up, scanning your face for answers then realizing he hadn’t yet asked the question. Steve let out a sigh, “ where’d you get this?” He asked. “ was it Munson? Did he fucking give this to you?” You still just didn’t respond, Eddie would never give you anything to harm you, you meant to much to him and everyone else.

The truth was you’d gotten these yourself, after your best friend Chrissy died you just haven’t been right. You didn’t mean to get this bad but her death truly broke you. You went to the doctor and started attending counseling, you were prescribed some medication but it seems the little dose they gave you just wasn’t enough to take the pain away so you started taking a little more and here you were.

Neither you or Steve had realized that Dustin was standing at the door crying, Steve couldn’t distract him or calm him down right now, he was trying to get answers. He looked over his shoulder “ get billy, Nancy and robin. That’s who she’ll wanna be around right now. Don’t put them in a panic just tell them that your sister needs them. Don’t mention me, billy won’t show if you do.” Steve quickly said. “ she’ll want Eddie too.” Dustin responded through sobs and sniffles. “ yeah I’d like to have a little conversation with him myself too. Go ahead get them here.” Steve looked more angry then Dustin had ever seen him. He couldn’t 100% blame this on Eddie because he didn’t know if he was stupid enough to do something like this; but he needed someone to blame to calm his conscience for now.

Dustin spoke over the walkie talkie “ max, come in do you Copy, this is Dustin over.” “ yes I copy Dustin what is it?” Max answered. “ tell billy my sister needs him as soon as possible, just get him to come.” Dustin said. “ will do.” Max said rolling her eyes, she couldn’t stand billy but she adored you so if that’s what you needed.

Dustin moved on to getting in touch with the rest. “ robin it’s Dustin; no time for the bullshit walkie talkie talk get over here my sister needs you and while your at it get Nancy and Eddie here too, quickly!” Robin already knew something was going on because she heard when Steve left. Thankfully her shift just ended, she got in touch with Eddie and Nancy then headed over.

“I need you to listen to me okay? I have a lot of people who care about you that are on their way. I need you to tell me where these came from” Steve said lightly shaking the pill bottle. You weren’t thinking straight at all right now, If you were then you’d give him a direct true answer. “ mmm Stevie I have no clue” is sadly what you responded and followed with a laugh. Steve felt hopeless.

There was a knock at the door it was Billy. “ where’s your sister?” He asked dustin with a smile before seeing the tears on his face. “ hurry, in the bathroom” dustin told him. Billy knew then that something was wrong so he rushed to the bathroom, firstly seeing steve. “ what the fuck did you do to her Harrington.” Billy’s first instinct was anger when he saw you laying out looking the way you did and Steve the only person there. “ I’ll fucking kill you.” Billy said stepping closer. “ calm down it wasn’t me; Dustin found her in here like this and called me. I told him to get you, Nancy, robin and Eddie over here. I think she overdosed.” Billy didn’t know what to say, he sat on the floor with you. “ what do you mean you think she overdosed?” Billy asked, Steve handed billy the bottle of pills. He took a minute to inspect it and then asked “ where’d she get these?” Steve shrugged “ I wish I knew.” Billy looked down at you then lifted you into his lap. “ I’m here, don’t worry. I got to ask you something okay?” You looked up at him and put your hand on his face. Your eyes blinked as if to say okay but your mouth never spoke a word. “ where’d you get these at pretty girl?” Finally you gave a tiny bit of information. “I missed Chrissy.” You said with tears rolling out your eyes. Steve and Billy both looked at each other putting the puzzle pieces together.

Outside of the bathroom there was another knock at the door. Eddie, Nancy and Robin came in frantically. “ she’s in the bathroom” Dustin told them, “can one of you stay with me. I’m scared.” Dustin asked. They all knew something was wrong, they gave each other all a look and Nancy sat with Dustin to comfort him.

Robin and Eddie went in the bathroom. “ she fucking overdosed.” Billy went ahead and got that out the way a little aggressively. Robin and Eddie rushed by your side. Steve looked over to Eddie and anger flooded through his body. He knew you were taking this because you missed Chrissy but did Eddie give you these? “ did you fucking do this Munson?” He asked. “ woah what the fuck. Why would you say that?” Eddie defensively asked. “ MAYBE IF YOU WERE AROUND HER ENOUGH YOU’D KNOW THESE ARE HER FUCKING PRESCRIPTION.” Eddie began to yell. “ NOW IS NOT THE TIME, BOTH OF YOU” billy said. Robin reached out for your hand “ you okay?” Is all she could choke out. You shook your head up and down. You were starting to feel a little better. By this point everyone was crying.

Eddie reached down and stroked your face and you reached up and played with his curls. “ I love you, you know that right ? We all do.” You gave him a soft smile just like you did with Steve earlier and nodded. “ let’s move her from the bathroom” robin spoke up. Billy began to lift you into the hallway and everyone else followed behind the both of you. When Dustin and Nancy saw you they both stood up to go be by your side. �� is she gonna be alright?” Your little brother asked. Eddie replied to him “ I hope so.”

They all followed you into the room and laid you down. You very quickly fell to sleep but they all stayed right by your side to make sure you were going to be okay. Nancy got up to get you a glass of water for when you woke up, Eddie rubbed your back the whole time, Steve covered you up, Billy cleaned all the spit, puke and tears off your face and Robin and Dustin searched around your room for any more pills that they would need to put away in the locked cabinet or throw away all together.

A few hours later you finally woke up, Steve rushed to your side “ easy, easy, you feeling any better?” He asked. “ mmhm” you said as you sipped on the water that Nancy had brought in earlier. “ do you remember anything?” Nancy asked you. “ I should’ve told you guys earlier I’m so sorry, after I lost Chrissy I just wasn’t feeling myself so I went to counseling and they put me on medication to help but that wasn’t working either so I figured I just wasn’t taking enough. I never meant for this to happen it just did.” You said to everyone in the room. “ we all love you and care about you, we’re here for you.” Eddie said putting his hand on your leg. “ pretty girl, look around the room. Not all of us get along but we came together for you.” Billy said. “ and you have an amazing little brother who got you help when he knew you needed it.” Nancy said. “ I know, thank you but I never wanted you guys to see me like this, especially not you dusty, I’m sorry.” You said pulling your little brother into a hug. “ don’t apologize, I just want you to be safe I was worried.” Dustin said. “ I love you so much” you told him through tears. “ I love you so much more.” He said pulling out of your grip.

“It won’t ever happen again. It really shouldn’t have happened this time but I promise it won’t happen again.” You said not directed towards anyone specific. “ we trust you but just for a little while we’re gonna rotate days and nights to have someone here with you just in case” robin said to you. You began to respond “ you really don’t have-” “ but we want to” billy cut you off. “ exactly, we need you here and we know that you need us.” Nancy said to you. Everyone came in for a much needed group hug after that, even the ones who you knew hated hugs and that meant a lot to you. Steve spoke up after the group hug “ Nancy and Dustin probably were the most worried, they weren’t even in the bathroom.” “ well Dustin told me everything he heard from you before everyone else came and how she’d been acting so we pieced two and two together.” Nancy responded. “ but yes we were really worried; don’t scare us like that again.” Nancy hit your arm playfully.

[the-vatican-if]

I remember asking this on the old blog, but it didn't get answered, so let me send again here:

How the boys react to their MC (when they are already in love with MC) giving them a piece of jewlerey the MC values greatly and never takes off? As a symbol of love and to have something to remember MC by if something ever happens to them.

I wrote vignettes as an apology for taking so long to answer this. (Part 1/2)

---STEVIE ST. CLOUD---

Stevie looks down at the necklace you had laid in the palm of his hand. His dark brows are furrowed, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Nope." Stevie says as he shakes his head, his dark hair bouncing with the movement. "No, I don't want this... this is yours." With shaking hands he moves to clasp it back around your neck.

Stevie looks into your eyes. He's clearly upset and if you look closely you can tell that tears have begun to pool in his, threatening to spill with every second he allows himself to overthink.

"The only reason someone gives shit like this away... is that they're dying... or think they're going to die." He lets out a harsh sigh. "You ain't goin' anywhere, so... I don't need this. I'd sell my soul all over again for you, alright?"

He reaches out to you, grasping your face in his hands. His fingertips brush lightly against your cheeks, rough with callouses from playing guitar. "I... I fuckin' love you, and I ain't goin' let you die... not before me. I don't need shit to remember you by, I've got you. So, keep your damn necklace."

---EZRA RODGERS---

Ezra takes the ring from you, examining it as if he'd never truly seen it before. He looks from it to you, his dark eyes searching yours for answers.

"This is important to you, right?" He'd never seen you without it on your finger, Ezra had always assumed it meant something to you. That it was a family heirloom or something.

"Why would you give me this?" He waits for your answer, turning the ring in-between his fingers. When he hears your response. That you love him, that he deserves something to remember you by, just in case... he almost drops the ring to the ground.

"You know I love you too... but," He looks to his feet, almost as if he's ashamed. "I... don't have anything to give you in return. I've never had anything important enough to keep... except for you."

He slips the ring into his pocket, freeing his hands so that he can pull you in for an embrace. "I'll take the ring, hold onto it for you... until this is all over... But, I'm not handing you over, not to anyone... I'm keeping you."

---VINNY FRATELLI---

Vinny laughs when you clasp your bracelet around his wrist, jingling it around and listening to the sound of the charms hitting against each other.

His laughter is cut short when he looks up and sees the look in your eyes, the way the lighting makes it look like you're about to cry. "What're you talkin' about?" He asks, his accent thickening as his chest tightens.

"Somethin' to remember you by? Why would I need that?" His hand drops to his side, his attention pulled from the bracelet and completely focusing on you. "What's wrong? Do I gotta kill someone?"

His brows furrow and as you explain yourself to him his look of concern shifts to sorrow. "I... look," he reaches up and drags a large hand through his blond hair. "If there's no you... there ain't no more me... okay? So, I don't need nothin' to remember you by. I'll keep it, 'cause you're the one who gave it to me... but I ain't gonna look at it like that."

"I love you... and I'll be even more damned than I already am if I've ever gotta live without you."

[asidesandbsides]

Miscellaneous and Unsorted, Part 6

The Temptations - Ball of Confusion (That's What the World Is Today) / It's Summer

Very fuzzy sounding, but the Temptations are still right: the world is a "Ball of Confusion." All of this crackling obscures what are some truly fascinating sounds, but the heart of the song is still there. "It's Summer" is similarly afflicted. More of a musically accompanied poem than a song per se, it's a little different from the Temptations' usual approach, but pleasant enough.

The Undisputed Truth - Smiling Faces Sometimes / You Got the Love I Need

What a name, huh? What other band could have brought us a song as paranoid and yet relatable as "Smiling Faces Sometimes?" The sound is pretty well-preserved, as is the dour pessimism about human relations. With "You Got the Love I Need," however, we have a traditional Motown bop which can only bring on the smiles.

Martha and the Vandellas - I'm Ready for Love / He Doesn't Love Her Anymore

The rhythmic pulse of this song is very similar to "You Can't Hurry Love," which is probably (definitely) the superior tune, but it still carries "I'm Ready for Love" to great heights. "He Doesn't Love Her Anymore" is a slower song, and less likely to get the dance floor jumping, but I think I like it better. The sound quality on both sides is comparable, about what you'd expect from a well-loved disc of this era.

The Who - Magic Bus / Someone's Coming

"Magic Bus" is always a winner, and it sounds pretty good on this disc, if perhaps a little thin. The same is true of "Someone's Coming," which is a very interesting companion piece, given how much more grounded it is. The overall impression of this record is eclecticism, which I am very much in favor of. Things shouldn't sound like just one thing!

Stevie Wonder - I Just Called to Say I Love You / I Just Called to Say I Love You (Instrumental)

That Stevie Wonder, he sure can write a ballad! On Side A, you have the version that everybody knows and loves, immaculately produced and in great condition. On Side B we get an instrumental version, except it's not really an instrumental version; the vocals from the chorus are still there, loud and clear. I'm not sure why this version exists exactly the way it does. We live in a strange world.

The Yardbirds - I'm a Man / Shapes of Things

A double-sided reissue, so neither is the A-Side or the B-Side. "I'm a Man" is some straight British blues, which is to say it's a Bo Diddley song played by British guys as straight as can be. "Shapes of Things," on the other hand, is more oriented toward the mid-60s psychedelic scene. How well do they pair together? Apart from their both being good songs, I don't really see it. I think I like "I'm a Man" better; both sides are in what I'll call average condition.

The Young Rascals - How Can I Be Sure / I'm So Happy Now

"How Can I Be Sure" has a very pretty and sophisticated melody, which is not quite drowned out by the hiss and crackle from the surface. Backing this lovely ballad is a bouncy little mid-tempo ditty called "I'm So Happy," which is perhaps a bit clearer. I'm fairly pleased to end this project on a note like this. Side note: there's a sticker with a name on the label, and the same name is written on the label in sharpie, so if I'm interpreting it correctly it seems my mom may have borrowed/stolen this record from a friend named Sharon. One of life's great mysteries.

[babybluebex]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐭 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you meet steve and nancy’s new baby and can’t help but notice eddie acting strange. once you finally get the truth out of him— that he wants a baby with you— you can’t help but share the fantasy. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson (stranger things) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: SMUT (minors dni), cream pie, praise kink, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, use of “mama” and “daddy” (not sexually, though), baby content, i named steve and nancy’s baby amelia bc why not 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: inspired by and beta’d by @cherrycordial98, thank you bobbie for giving me this tasty rotisserie chicken hehe

“Aw, Stevie!” you cooed. “She’s so beautiful!”

The baby in your arms cooed back at you and sputtered her pert little pink lips, and you smiled widely. It had been several weeks since Steve and Nancy had their first baby— Nugget, as they called her before she was born, and has since been named Amelia— but you never had been able to meet her until then. She truly was a beautiful little baby, fat pink cheeks and wispy dark hair and her father’s big brown eyes, and you pouted playfully as you laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

“She looks like her mom,” Steve said, and Nancy rolled her eyes. 

“With those eyes, she looks more like you,” Nancy told Steve, and baby Amelia grabbed at your pinkie with her tiny little hand. 

“She’s definitely got Daddy’s hair,” you chuckled. You looked over beside you, to Eddie, and you laughed as you saw him on the far end of the couch, seemingly cowering from the baby. You had, in his defense, dragged him here against his will and forced him to interact with Amelia, and it was no surprise to you that he didn’t want to hold her. Eddie was weird around kids to begin with, and babies were definitely not his forté, but he was acting especially weird about Amelia. You wanted to ask him about it, but you also didn’t want to do it in front of Steve and Nancy, so you made a mental note to ask later.

“Ed, you wanna say hi?” Steve asked, and Eddie’s wide eyes locked onto you and Amelia. 

“I’m good,” Eddie chirped sharply, and Nancy rolled her eyes. “I-I can appreciate her from over here.” 

“She’s not gonna puke on you or anything,” you told your boyfriend with a laugh. “She’s just the sweetest little thing. Aren’t you, little girl? Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” 

Amelia cooed again, a cute smile on her face, and her grip tightened on your pinkie. 

“Holy shit,” you laughed, lightly tugging your hand away. “She’s got some grip strength, doesn’t she?” 

“Yeah!” Steve chuckled. “She’s so much stronger than I thought babies could be. But she’s so cute, so it’s fine if she crushes my finger.” 

“She’s adorable,” you nodded, and you looked at Eddie again. He was still watching you and Amelia closely, his owlish eyes open fully and unblinking, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “You okay, Eds?”

“Fine,” Eddie answered quickly. “Um, Steve, bathroom?” 

“Down the hall, man,” Steve said slowly, jerking his thumb in the direction of said hallway, and Eddie was quick to stand up and escape, the chain on his jeans jingling as he walked. You and Steve and Nancy all waited until you heard the door close, and Nancy looked at you with confusion etched all over her face. 

“What the hell was that?” she asked. 

You shrugged, bouncing Amelia lightly in your arms as she gurgled. “I have no idea,” you said softly. “Eddie’s not too into kids and stuff, but I’ve never seen him like this.” 

“You don’t think it has anything to do with us?” Steve asked. 

“I don’t think so,” you replied. “I mean, you’re his best friend, and Nancy’s mine; I don’t think it has anything to do with it being your baby. I mean, anything bad. Maybe he’s like ‘oh shit, our friends have a baby’.”

“Does Eddie want kids?” Nancy asked, and you sighed heavily.

“I don’t know,” you said. “We haven’t really talked about it. I always assumed no, just because he typically doesn’t like kids, but… I have no idea. Maybe he does, and he’s having, like, a revelation crisis in your bathroom.” 

Nancy stepped closer to you and scooped Amelia into her arms, and you rubbed your palms nervously on your knees. “Should I go talk to him?” you asked. 

“Might be worth a shot,” Steve shrugged. 

You watched Nancy and baby Amelia for a moment more before you stood up, and you carefully moved down the hallway to the closed bathroom door. It was quiet on the other side of the door, practically no sign of Eddie, and you sighed and placed your palm flat against the door. “Eds?” you said gently. “Everything okay in there?” 

It was quiet for a moment, then Eddie’s voice floated from the other side. “Yeah,” he said, but you knew better. 

“What’s wrong, Eddie?” you asked. “Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me.” 

More silence. Then: “Nothing’s wrong. I just can’t tell you here. Or now. Wait until we get home, then I’ll tell you.” 

“I—” you started. “Eddie, sweetheart, are you feeling okay?” 

“I feel…” Eddie started. “Weird. I’ll tell you later, when Steve and Nancy aren’t around with that baby.” 

“Well…” you started. “Steve and Nancy aren’t here right now. Could you maybe tell me now? I’m just worried about you, sweetheart.”

It was quiet for a long moment, but then the door creaked open an inch to show a sliver of Eddie’s body. He was quiet as he gestured for you to come into the bathroom with him, and you stepped inside quickly. Eddie sighed heavily once the door shut, and he hoisted himself to sit on the counter again. “Alright,” he said. “So, yeah, I’m not a huge fan of kids. Babies. The whole thing scares me. I don’t know why, but kids really make me nervous. I guess, like, because I don’t know how to act with them.”

“Well, Eds, that’s totally okay,” you told him. “Not everyone is good with kids, and just because you’re a little anxious around Amelia doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.”

“That’s not all,” Eddie said quickly. Obviously it wasn’t; his face was turning pink, his ears tinting vermillion, and you knew that he had more to say. “I would’ve held her. I wanted to hold her, but I couldn’t…”

“Why not?” you asked.

“Because I wanted to keep watching you hold her,” Eddie said. He took a deep breath then, and he added, “You were so good with her, and you looked so… I can’t explain it, but you looked beautiful holding that baby. It got me thinking about what would happen if we had a baby…”

Your heart rammed itself up into your throat, and you mumbled, “Oh. Eddie—”

“I know we haven’t really talked about that,” Eddie interjected, his brown eyes widening. “And, like, I never really thought about it until right now, but I think… I don’t know, this would totally be on you, because, duh, but I think I might want a baby with you.” 

That shocked you silent. You grappled for words as you tried to make sense of what Eddie was telling you, and you finally uttered, “Really? Like, really?”

“I know it seems stupid,” Eddie mumbled, his gaze falling down into his lap. He kicked his feet a little as you watched him similarly fight for the words to express his thoughts, and he muttered out, “And, like, maybe it is. But just seeing you with Steve’s baby, seeing you be so good with her, it… I don’t know. My chest felt all funny and it was hard to breathe. I couldn’t help but imagine that being our baby that you were holding and kissing and loving-on. And I got… It’s dumb. I got a little turned on thinking about it.”

“Eds,” you said softly. “None of that is dumb or stupid. That’s— That’s sweet. Do you want kids, or do you just like seeing me with a baby?”

“I think I want kids with you,” Eddie said. “I mean, think about it. A tiny little baby, my eyes and your nose, cooing so sweet in your arms. Just like Amelia, but she’s ours. She’s a product of our love. Doesn’t that sound so… I don’t know… Right?” 

“It does,” you said. “But, Eddie, I don’t know, this seems really sudden.”

“Well, I mean, I only figured out that this is something I want, like, five minutes ago,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “This is sudden for me too. But, umm… What’re your thoughts here?”

You leaned against the counter next to Eddie, digging your fingernails into your thighs, and he started, “I… I won’t lie, it seems like a really bad idea. I mean… Eddie, we’re so young—”

“Not anymore than Steve and Nancy,” Eddie argued. 

“And we haven’t been together for nearly as long as Steve and Nancy have,” you added. “It just seems so… Quick. Are you sure?”

“I love you,” Eddie uttered, lifting his head from looking at his lap to look at you. “And just because I say I want kids doesn’t mean we have to start on it now. Like, maybe it can be one of those ‘someday’ things. Like, y’know, someday we’ll have a baby.” 

You chewed your lip as you thought about it, collecting everything that was floating around your mind, and you finally said, “Would it be so bad if we did start now?” 

Eddie looked at you with his eyebrows raised in surprise. “What’re you saying?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. It was your turn to anxiously look at your lap, and you picked at a thread on your sweater as you muttered, “I mean, you make a lot of good points. Maybe a baby would be… I don’t know, there’s so much that makes me wanna say no, but there’s one thing that makes me wanna say yes, and it, like, feels so much more important than everything telling me no.”

“What is it?” Eddie asked. He jumped off of the counter and turned to you, and he gently spread your knees to slot his body between your thighs. His hands skated up your warm legs to your waist, and he held you close as he whispered, “Tell me, baby, what’re you thinking about?” 

“I’m thinking about you holding a baby,” you said softly. “Our baby. A little baby with your everything, hair and eyes and laugh. It’s kinda driving me crazy now that I’ve thought about it.”

“Now you see what I mean,” Eddie said with a smile. “You wanna try for a baby?”

You sighed heavily. “Maybe,” you said. “We can certainly practice, but I think I need a little more time to really be certain.” 

“That’s good enough for me,” Eddie said, and he leaned forward and kissed you. His mouth was warm as his lips moved over yours, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss as he pulled your hips closer to his. 

Before you could sling your arms around Eddie’s neck and pull him closer, there was a solid knock from the other side of the door. “You two alright in there?” Steve called through the door. “You’ve been talking for a while.” 

“We’re fine,” Eddie replied. “We’re making a baby in here.”

“Eddie!” you gasped, and you lightly hit his chest as he grinned at you. “We’re not doing that! We’re just talking, we’ll be out in a minute.” 

Eddie chuckled lightly and buried his face in your neck, and he whispered, “I think I wanna go hold that baby.” 

You left the bathroom with Eddie’s hand in yours, and, when he reentered the living room, where Nancy held Amelia, he had a spring in his step that he hadn’t had when he left. “Hey, Nance,” he said. “Can I hold her?” 

It was a sight that you had never thought that you would see. Eddie sat on the couch and held his arms out for Amelia, and Nancy carefully transferred her small daughter into Eddie’s leather-clad arms. Amelia seemed sleepy, her little eyes sticking when she blinked, and she looked lazily up at Eddie as he grinned like a madman. “Look, babe,” Eddie chuckled as Amelia warmed to him instantly, nestling herself deep into her blanket and letting out a soft coo. “I’m holding a baby. I’m doing it.” 

“I’m proud of you,” you giggled, and Eddie lightly bounced Amelia as he smiled down at her. 

“She’s really pretty,” Eddie said, looking up at Steve for a moment. “Gonna have to get that bat out and fight off the boys when she’s older.” 

“I hope not,” Steve laughed. “That bat’s retired. Nancy can be cleaning her guns when boys try to come over.” 

“Hell yeah,” Eddie snickered, and Amelia reached a fat baby fist up and grappled with the guitar pick necklace he had around his neck. “Oh, you like this? Think you want Uncle Eddie to teach you guitar?” 

“Uncle Eddie,” you repeated. “That’s scary. You’ll be such a bad influence.” 

“Just as I plan to be,” Eddie grinned, watching Amelia. “I’ll show her metal music and horror movies and we’ll play D&D every night.” 

“Oh, God,” Nancy laughed. “My poor daughter.” 

“Nah, not really,” Eddie said, and your heart exploded when he leaned down and kissed her forehead. It was the most perfect sight, and you grinned at him. “I’ll treat her like the princess she is.” 

The drive home was fairly quiet, Eddie’s hand resting on your thigh as he drove, tapping his fingers along with the radio. He didn’t speak, obviously thinking hard about something, and he finally spoke as he pulled the van up into the small space next to the trailer. “So…” he started. “How do you feel?” 

“I feel like I want a baby,” you said simply. “There’s a million reasons not to, but the only reason I need is that I love you.”

“I’ll be the best fucking father to our kid,” Eddie told you, his grip tightening on your thigh. His eyes were serious and dark, and you took his hand into yours “I won’t ever make you regret it.” 

“Let’s do it,” you said, and you took a deep breath. “Let’s have a baby.”

Eddie got you into the trailer in a flash, pushing you against the kitchen counter in an instant and caging you in with his arms. He kissed you softly at first, his lips moving nicely against yours as his arms came to wrap around your middle, but he didn’t waste time to tilt his head and deepen the kiss. “Fuck, baby,” Eddie whispered as his hands slotted into your back pockets.

“Eddie,” you moaned. You pressed forward into him, chasing his kiss, and you whined softly when he pulled away. Eddie licked his lips and smiled at you, and he squeezed your ass as he chuckled. 

“Desperate, huh?” he laughed. “You just want my baby so badly, don’t you?” 

“Want you,” you told him, and you leaned forward to meet his lips again. His hands rose from your ass to cradle your cheeks in his palms, and he breathed deeply through his nose as his tongue pressed between your lips. Your hands went to his belt and tugged him closer, right on top of you, and Eddie’s knee knocked your legs open so he could shove his thigh right up against your clothed cunt. 

“C’mere,” Eddie grunted. “To bed… I’m not getting you pregnant in the kitchen.” 

You hummed and playfully tugged on his belt buckle, starting to undo it, and you said, “What if I can’t wait?”

“God,” Eddie groaned, your hand slipping past his belt and into his jeans. “You’re such a little vixen, baby, fuck.”

Your hand was filled by Eddie’s cock in an instant, already half hard and throbbing, and you leaned forward and settled your lips on Eddie’s smooth neck as your hand started to palm him lazily, just giving him enough to get him worked up. “Eddie,” you moaned softly into his ear, gently nipping at his fleshy earlobe, and Eddie’s hands grabbed your hips tightly. His fingers mischievously itched up your shirt and squeezed your side, and you grinned as you sucked a mark just under his ear. “Fuck, Eddie, need this cock inside me.” 

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Eddie sighed, and his eyes closed blissfully for a moment, enjoying your movements against his cock, before he took your wrist in his grip and tugged your hand out of his jeans. “But I’m not fucking you in the kitchen, not today. We’re gonna fuck in bed, okay?”

“Why?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Why do you care?”

“Because I wanna treat you nicely if I’m about to get you pregnant,” Eddie laughed, and your cheeks grew aflamed at the reminder. “I don’t want the kind of fucking where I bend you over and spit on you and fuck you; I want to be nicer to you, more romantic and shit.”

“What if I like when you fuck me like that?” you asked. 

“I know you do,” Eddie told you. “But, please, baby, just for tonight. We can go back to our regular-type fucking, but I just need this tonight.”

You considered it, watching Eddie bite his lip as his eyes grew round and wide, and you finally said, “You’re cute when you beg.” 

Eddie playfully rolled his eyes, and he grabbed your hand and tugged you back to the private little bedroom in the back of the trailer. Eddie’s place was always messy, but you loved that about him, and you settled yourself in his bed without a moment’s hesitation. You were quick to whip off your shirt and toss it aside, and Eddie tsk-ed his tongue and took your hands in his. 

“Let me,” he told you. “Being all romantic and shit, remember?” 

“Right, right,” you hummed slowly, and you smiled at Eddie as he settled himself on his knees over you. He took down your jeans, littering kisses on your skin in his wake, and your tummy flipped when he tugged your jeans off all the way and discarded them off the side of the bed. His head was level with your cunt, and he smoothed his hands up the sides of your body as he kissed just above the waistline of your panties. 

“Right here, baby,” he whispered. “Right here’s where our baby’s gonna grow.” His fingers tangled in your panties and pulled them down, moving so slowly that you whimpered and shifted your hips, and Eddie lightly nipped at the skin of your hip. “Not very patient…” 

“S’hard to be,” you told him. “I just want you so bad.” 

Eddie tucked his hair behind his ear as he settled another kiss to your belly, and he said, “I want you too. Fuck, it’s taking everything in me not to just fuck you right now.” 

“Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. “Please, I just need you. Fuck being romantic, we can be romantic later.” 

“No, baby, no,” Eddie said quickly. “I want to do this right. At least once, I wanna be romantic and cute and shit. What if this is the time our baby’s conceived?”

“What if it happens two months from now during a quickie before work?” you countered. “Eds, I get where you’re coming from, but I’m horny now and I can’t wait.” 

Eddie sighed for a moment, and he said, “You’re right. Fuck, why’re you always right?” 

Your work responded in kind to his, taking down his jeans and ridding him of his shirt, and you put your hand on his chest to push him down to the bed. You tossed your leg over his waist and settled yourself in his lap, and his arms circled your waist as he rose up to kiss you deeply. You moaned softly at the taste of him, his hard cock straining against his boxers and pressing right into your bare cunt, and you rocked your hips forward to get some friction on your lonely clit. 

Eddie held you tightly, grabbing handfuls of your ass to guide you as you grinded up on him. His mouth claimed your greedily, sloppy and wet kisses that broke with soft sounds every time you pulled away to breathe, and Eddie abandoned your ass to tug at your bra. “Take this off…” he mumbled into your mouth as he undid the clasp, and, the moment that your tits were bared to him, his mouth redirected focus onto your pebbled nipple. 

“Fuck, Eds,” you moaned as he laved your nipple with his tongue. He sucked on it for a moment as his hands joined, squeezing your tits and rubbing them all over, and he dropped off and hummed lightly as he watched your chest heave with heavy breaths. 

“How’re you so fucking gorgeous?” Eddie whispered, and he dragged you back down into a heavy kiss. His mouth was blistering hot against yours, the taste of him heavy on your tongue, and his hands drifted up to lightly tug on your hair. “Mmm, I love you, baby.” 

“Need you,” you told him breathlessly, and you laughed lightly when Eddie licked his lips and attached himself back to your tit. 

“How do you need me, baby?” Eddie asked, licking over your nipple. “Tell me exactly how you need me.” 

“Need you inside me,” you uttered, your head falling back in pleasure. “Need you to give me your baby.” 

“Sounds hot, sweetheart,” Eddie said. When you lifted your head back up to look at him, his eyes were blown-out with lust, and you smiled at him gently. “C’mon, then; you want it so bad, get it.” 

You looked down at where your bodies connected, him still wearing his boxers, and you helped him shimmy them down his legs. He tossed them off the bed with a flick of his wrist, and the sight of his cock, red and hard and weeping, made your breath catch. “I love you,” you whispered, and Eddie laughed. 

“You sayin’ that to me or my dick?” Eddie chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. 

“You, obviously,” you said. “But I do love your cock.” 

“Good, you’d better,” Eddie said. “‘Cause I love your pussy— I mean, you.” 

You giggled as he gave you his lopsided grin, his mischievous grin, and you folded your arms around his neck, twirling a curl around your finger. “Can you please get inside me already?” you asked, and Eddie squeezed your tits one more time before he abandoned them in favor of grabbing his cock. 

“I’ve hardly prepped you,” Eddie mumbled as he stroked his cock, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips. “It’s gonna hurt.” 

“No, it won’t,” you assured him, leaning down and kissing him quickly. 

“Alright,” Eddie sang jokingly. “But if it stings and you need me to slow down, that’s too bad.” 

“Whatever,” you said as you rolled your eyes, and Eddie pressed the head of his cock into you before he grabbed your hips and helped you sink fully onto him. He was right— it stung something awful, the stretch of your pussy around his thick cock taking you off guard as always, and you sucked in a tight breath through your teeth as you wiggled your hips to regain comfort. 

“Oh, baby,” Eddie cooed, cradling the back of your head with his palm. “Does it hurt? Just like I fuckin’ said it would?” 

“Shut up,” you said as you slotted your lip between your teeth, and you slowly rocked your hips down as Eddie jerked his hips up into you. The slide of him against your slick walls was the most perfect pain, and you whimpered as he slowly started up a good rhythm of fucking you. “Eddie, fuck.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie huffed, his dull fingernails digging into your ass. He controlled the speed of him fucking you, rolling your hips forward to bury himself deeper inside you, and you moaned lowly at the pleasure that was blossoming in your lower belly. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“Fuck me harder,” you told him, and you tucked your face into his neck and began to slowly kiss his skin. “God, Eddie, fuck me.” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Eddie hooked his hands under your thighs and manhandled you to the bed, your back hitting the mattress as you gave a quiet “Oof!”. Eddie was over you in a second, pressing your legs higher and further apart until your knees were situated by your ears, and he clenched his jaw as his thrusts became quicker, harder, sloppier. “Like this?” he huffed, holding your legs open as he pounded into you. The bed slammed against the wall with each thrust, and you laughed. 

“Yes!” you cried. “Fuck, just like this!” 

“My girl,” Eddie hummed as he fucked you, his strong hands on your thighs. His cock speared into you deep, his heavy balls slapping your sticky cunt, and you tossed your head back and moaned as Eddie’s hand left your leg in order to rub at your clit. A hot bolt of electricity ran up your legs and settled in your tummy at the feeling of his fingers roughly playing at your clit, pinching and circling and teasing you in the best way he could. “My good fuckin’ girl, love having your clit touched, huh?” 

“Eddie, fuck,” you whined. Your hands grappled in the bed sheets for any purchase, any way to keep yourself grounded, and your scrambling hand was quickly filled by Eddie’s ringed hand, holding your fingers tightly. 

“I fuckin’ love you,” Eddie hissed, your pussy throbbing and hugging him tight. “Fuckin’ love this pussy too…”

“Do you love me more than you love my pussy?” you asked with a breathy laugh, and Eddie squeezed your hand for a moment. 

“Of course I do,” he smiled. He fucked into you hard, the bed hitting the wall loudly, and you bit your lip as you laughed at him. “God, baby, thinkin’ about you getting all pregnant, having my baby…” His cock flexed inside you, the glide of him now easy and pleasurable, and he added, “It’s enough to make me come.” 

“Do it,” you teased him, and Eddie raised his eyebrows at you as he chuckled. “Fucking come inside me, give me your babies, Eddie.” 

“Love the way you say my name,” Eddie mumbled. “Can’t wait ‘til I can call you Mama.”

“And you’ll be Daddy,” you told him, and a flush invaded Eddie’s cheeks. “Just think about it, a little girl calling you Daddy, asking you to play dolls with her…”

“I’ll always play dolls with that little girl,” Eddie said. “Our own little nugget. God, I can’t wait.” 

Edide’s hand moved quicker on your clit, rubbing it furiously as his thrusts became faster, and he panted with exertion as he whispered, “You gettin’ close, babe? Daddy’s gonna make Mama come?”

The knot in your belly was growing tighter with every thrust Eddie gave you, his cock nestling into that spot inside you as he played with your clit and squeezed your hand. “Fuck, Eds,” you mewled, your back arching up into his body. “I love you, oh my God.”

“I love you too,” Eddie said. “C’mon, baby, you can come, come for me.” 

The sounds hitting the wall were intense, wet and sticky and so erotic, and you whined as you felt the knot grow tighter and the electricity more intense. The shocks were rocking your thighs, making you quiver in Eddie’s grip, and you finally mumbled, “M’gonna come…”

“Good girl,” Eddie said, his thrusts growing quicker. “Come for me, baby, you can do it.”

You could taste it on your tongue, and you tugged Eddie down into a kiss as you came undone. Your mouth fell open as you moaned and cried, and Eddie bit at your bottom lip as you gushed around his cock. “Fuck!” you cried, your whole body writhing, and you heard Eddie whisper “Yes, baby, just like that. God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” 

“You close?” you whispered, your body still recovering from the white-hot orgasm, and Eddie nodded, his bangs falling into his face. 

“Gonna fill you up,” he said. “Gonna give you my baby, fuck, you’ll get all pregnant…” 

“Give me your baby, Eddie,” you breathed, dragging him down into another sloppy kiss. His spit covered your mouth, but you didn’t care, only caring about making him come. You squeezed his throbbing cock tight, and he moaned deep in his chest as, finally, you felt his heavy balls release, and he came. 

The hot ropes of cum filled you as he continued to fuck you through his own orgasm, and he shuddered out a moan that made his stomach flex as his thrusts slowed. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice raw and wrecked, and he readjusted himself on his hands as he carefully fucked you. 

“Baby, you can stop—” you began, but Eddie silenced you with a kiss. 

“Gotta make sure it takes,” he mumbled into your mouth.

You sighed and let your head fall back, and your thighs twitched with residual arousal as Eddie slowed and finally stopped, panting heavily. His upper lip and forehead were shining with sweat, his guitar pick necklace sticking to his sweaty chest, and he pulled out of you with a hiss before he fell onto his back beside you. The bed was small, but you made do, and you hugged Eddie close to you and nestled your head under his chin. 

“Think it’ll take?” you asked, and Eddie nodded. He smoothed his hand down your hair and he placed a kiss to your forehead, and his hand settled against the small of your back. 

“I hope so,” he said. “I can hardly wait to see.” 

[paperbackribs]

A lavender pin in his pocket

And the "mmm well, it never came up I guess" that Steve says to Eddie in the library is a coy call back to a few months ago, before Steve and Eddie become SteveandEddie.

He and Robin are at the Hideout to watch Corroded Coffin as they frequently do these days, to support their friend and give Steve an excuse to ogle Eddie without feeling as much of a creep like when they're just hanging out at home.

Robin knows her best friend's motivation and while she had been gentle in her teasing early on, the longer this crush keeps rolling on and Steve refuses to make a move the more the smirks and nudges become full eye rolls and loud exclamations of "yeah Eddie, it was a great show. Steve couldn't tear his eyes away from the stage!"

Steve's all glares behind Eddie's distractingly sweaty back while also drawing a thumb across his neck at an unimpressed and uncowed Robin.

Eddie turns those big Bambi eyes to Steve, fluttering his lashes to Stevie, thanking him for his precious patronage.

Steve's blushing because the dimples have also made an appearance and he reckons he's too young for heart palpitations, but the kids have told him enough times that he's an old man so maybe Eddie is just the way he's going to go. He silently sighs in acceptance, so be it.

Steve just says a simple "always" and knocks his shoulder against Eddie's. Raises his voice over the music to say he'll get them drinks before walking over to the bar. He knows the two are probably moving towards the nearest booth, but swears he feels the heat of being watched at the back of his neck.

Steve's at the bar, having given his order for a round of the piss-weak beer that is the Hideout's finest, when a tall and warm body slides in next to him. It's a guy Steve's seen when they've been here before. He's cute, wide eyes and long fingers though a little fair haired for his taste.

Because the thing is, between learning that it's okay to like the same sex in a grotty mall bathroom to an increasing desire to shove his hands down a certain metalhead's ridiculously tight pants, Steve has had his bisexual crisis and awakening. And if he could tell Robin--and truely believe--that it's okay for her to like girls. If he could encourage her to chase love ("53 minutes and 5 seconds, Robin!"), then why can't he do the same for himself.

So Steve has let himself look, he's let himself make eye contact and take up a little suggestive banter. Tonight won't be the first time he's engaged in some light-hearted flirting with a boy at the Hideout. Because, as it turns out, to dear Robin's shock -- there are gays in Hawkins, they are just very low-key and are more likely to visit clubs the town over or to outsider places -- like the Hideout.

Steve hasn't been hiding who he is and allowing himself to look and nearly touch for the first time ever has been freeing. Thrilling. Because Steve likes to flirt, like's the rush of his pulse speeding, the bashful turn of a profile, the bold stares back. It's fun.

But he hasn't taken it much further than that. And if he's truly honest, his heart hasn't really pounded or pulse truely sped up, but it's all still in good fun.

At the heart of the matter though, the reason he keeps it light with the blonde-haired boy at the bar is because of a little pin that he keeps on him at near all times. Burning in his pocket for another boy.

A metal pin of lavender for Eddie's new battle vest. Symbolising healing for a boy who faced down a hoard of demobats and devotation from a one-time jock and all-round babysitter hopelessly in love.

So the blond guy gets pretty close, but Steve eventually walks away, carefully carrying the glasses over to his friends. He dodges around one rowdy group to see Eddie's eyes trained on him in their u-shaped booth. Face straight, gaze heavy.

Steve raises his brows in confusion as he slides in across from him, pushing Robin away unceremoniously with his hip. She squawks, shooting him a dirty look because balance will never be her thing, but it doesn't compare to Eddie's face.

"What?" Steve asks, pushing Eddie's glass into his waiting palm.

"You and that guy were pretty close up there," Eddie's voice is so neutral as to be unnatural.

He's always humming, or hamming it up with a character's voice, calling out 'my leige' to a waiting Steve or 'my bodacious babe' to a snorting Robin. Even at the dead of night, the two of them lying in one of their beds, giving comfort in the face of the usual round of nightmares, his voice is low and soft. Careful like a delicate thing. But never neutral.

Eddie's gay so Steve is pretty sure this is not a homophobic moment. His heart starts that patter again at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Eddie might have been jealous.

While Steve may not have said it he has made his interest in men plain. And he's hinted as hard as he can to Eddie that he wants his interest to be confined to just the one. But Steve can't get a read on Eddie who is just as much of a flirt as he is and that little part of him who hears bullshit, you're bullshit doesn't know if he can risk blowing up their friendship.

So he simply shrugs, "he was cute."

"And you didn't mind that he was hitting on you," Eddie's eyes narrow.

Robin laughs, but her eyes are calculating. Their telepathy is at full power and he knows she's asking to out him, even though he's out already. But Eddie apparently still hasn't put together the clues Steve has left scattered about like blindingly gayconfetti. Steve rolls his eyes at her, permission given.

She leans a sharp elbow on Steve's shoulder, "well, that would be pretty hypocritical of him now, wouldn't it? What'd you say last week - nice ass?" She mimes sticking a finger down her throat, mock-gagging.

"You're gay?" Eddie looks like he's been hit by a demobat right in the face.

Steve shrugs carefully, keeping his gaze on Eddie. "I think you'd say, bi. But yeah, I like men."

"You never said," Eddie's voice is strangled. At least it's better than neutral.

"Mmm, well, it never came up I guess. It's not like I was keeping it a secret.” Steve smiles slightly into his beer, enjoying the emotions running riot over Eddie's expressive face. From amazement, to chagrin, to speculation.

"Oh look, there's that girl from that other night, I might just --" Robin's hand's conduct an invisible orchestra in the air before she clambers over Steve, elbowing him in the chest on the way out. He's mostly sure it was an accident.

It does take the wind out of his sails for a moment, but there's still that look on Eddie's face so he slides deeper into the booth until he's flush against his side.

They're the same height, but Steve's torso is a little longer, giving him the advantage. He moves closer, their noses nearly touching, those damn Bambi eyes looking up at him, making him stupid. He can feel the puff of Eddie's breath against his lips, slightly faster than sitting down warrants.

He licks his own as if to draw Eddie's breath into him and he'll be damned if the other boy doesn't follow the motion, eyes blowing out and lids a little heavier than before. Steve's a flirt so he knows the signs, knows when someone wants to kiss him. He's not making this up, Eddie wants to kiss him.

The thought makes his head that bit more fuzzier, quieting that insecure voice and giving rise to the want that is ever present in his life now. His want and need for this clever, brave, and beautiful man.

"Eddie," he whispers.

Eddie hums in response, questioning. One big question in those wide brown eyes.

And Steve wants to answer with a kiss, with a resounding motion of desire and love, but the Hideout is not the time or place. He's not that stupid.

Instead, he asks what's in his heart. What he wants to start them with, gently and with the knowledge that he can show Eddie his devotion.

"Will you go out with me?"

Eddie grins, swaying a little to him but not closing the distance. Eddie is not stupid either. Never stupid, Steve thinks. The smartest man he probably knows.

"I'd like that, big boy." He curls a length of hair around his finger, bringing it forward over his pretty dimples and beautiful smile. Steve grins in response, tugging the hair away to hook it gently behind his ear. He always wants to see Eddie, see all of him.

And right now won't be the time he kisses him, that will come. And maybe that pin stays in his pocket for a little longer, though not really as long as he tries. But this is that first honest moment in a long succession of many where Steve and Eddie are lost in each other.

This is in response to @hobbitharrington very cool post re Steve loving nature and flowers and gardening (which is why it starts referencing something else) ->

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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[donutloverxo]

Steve's balls

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You can blame @gotnofucks for this abomination and sorry for the crass title I couldn't think of anything else🥺 This is just filth omg. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - Sometimes your daddy can be shy to ask you to do things too (aka Steve wants his balls sucked)

Warnings - ball sucking, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Steve, insecure Steve, corruption kink, inexperienced reader.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 1k

Steve didn't think much of his balls or dick. He barely even ever saw himself naked. Even if he did, he could never see himself the way you do.

He doesn't think he's extraordinary or beautiful which is simply ridiculous because you can’t think of a single person more beautiful than your daddy.

Even before the serum he had the most sparkling eyes and brilliant smile. You told him so everything you saw the pictures. I'd marry preserum Steve in a heartbeat. But he didn’t believe you. He thought you were just being nice. He couldn’t protect you or provide for you back then the way he does now. He couldn’t do half the depraved things he does with you if he was still the same small, sickly kid.

You had only ever gone down on Steve a handful of times, even thought you both had been having sex for months now, Steve liked spending time between your legs more than having you on your knees. Which, well you can’t say no to because you loved riding his face.

You’re holding onto his monster cock in your hand, which looks so small and delicate against his pulsating member, and kissing his length and just worshipping it, you realise how beautiful his dick is.

Every part of your lover is beautiful to you, but this right here, in your hand, the most intimate part of his body, was truly a sight for sore eyes.

You pump his cock in your hand, watching in awe as the pearly cummies ooze out, "It's so beautiful, daddy," you tell him as you lick it up and wrap your lips around his tip to suckle at it.

"What's beautiful, princess?" he asked you, because he's a little out of it, his hand is still on the back of your head, softly pushing you down because he knows you need to be told and shown what to do and how to do it. You're so precious and innocent only ever seen his cock, only ever had him inside your mouth and cunt, will never have anyone else either, and there's a perverse thrill in corrupting you.

You pull away and he let's you so you could answer him, "Little stevie," wiping your mouth, your saliva and his preejaculate, with the back of your hand.

"Little Stevie?"

"That's what I call my friend here," you explain as you keep stroking his length.

"I'm beautiful?" he frowns because he's a little skeptical, you won't make fun of him or tease him, he knows that, you don't have a mean bone in your body, but how can a his penis be beautiful?

Sure your pussy is beautiful to him. But your pussy is magical and gorgeous. Something so small and tiny that takes his dick... it's wonderful! Be doesn’t know how you do it and he’s always up for exploring more of you.

His cock was literally just a snake. Not even a pretty one.

"Will you come in my mouth?"

"I always do honey," he shook his head, pushing your head back down on his cock. But then he felt your hand graze against his balls and it shocked him a little, he didn't expect it to feel so good.

"What happened?" you asked him because he was frozen.

"Nothing," he shook his head and made you swallow him whole again.

Like a month later...

Now that you had been making love to him with your mouth for quite some time, he knows you're not doing it out of obligation, that you actually like it and even get wet from it.

He has your head locked in one place as he uses your mouth, your eyes are watery and just keep looking up at him, so full of love for him. He can't believe you put so much faith in him and trust hum. Which is why he goes easy, slow almost, you can barely swallow half of him but that is more than enough.

"You love me, princess?" he asked you. He loves seeing you struggle. Because you obviously aren't allowed to talk with your mouth full but your first instinct is to say yes.

He pulls out then, his hard cock slaps against his abs, ready to try something different, because he trusts you not to shame him for it.

"Yes daddy, I love you so so much," you tell him as you try to catch your breath.

"I know, my angel. I love you more," he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, "Put your mouth on them. Just like I taught you to do for my dick, baby," He tells you, bringing his balls right next to your mouth.

You're confused at first but then realise he's talking about his ball sack. So you just nod your head like a good girl and get to work. It's easier and almost nicer to suck on them and play with them because they're so incredibly soft.

When Steve is just over the edge he pulls your head back over his cock and comes down your throat like he always does. This time though, it’s a little different, this time he knows he can tell you anything, that you love him enough to give him the benefit of the doubt and not judge him.

So he comes a little more than usual, you’re not able to get everything in your mouth, making a bit of a mess. Your mouth was glistening with his spend, some of it mixed with your saliva was in your breasts, some even in your lap, you tried to lick most of it.

“You look so pretty like this, doll,” he smiled, he wasn’t ashamed to admit that now. That you look so beautiful with you’re covered with his seed, it’s a literal physical reminder for you both, that you’re his.

He held onto your wrist to stop you from cleaning up any more of his seed, he needed to look at you covered in it for a bit more, bending down a little he captured your lips with his, tasting himself on you.

“You did such a good job,” he kept telling you. Because you had to know just how happy you made him.