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Yeah sex is good but have you ever found a 200k word fic of your favorite characters with your favorite trope?

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MAMA, I'M IN LOVE WITH A MECHANIC (PART 2)

part 1 & part 3 coming soon... | no warnings

“Thank you for doing business with Munson’s Timeless Tune-Up’s, we appreciative your loyalty,” you say, a friendly smile on your face. The customer across the register from you, a burly man with a thick beard and wiry glasses, nods and takes the change you hold out from your hand. He turns, nods in Eddie’s direction who stands next to you, and saunters out the door. 

Once the customer is gone, Eddie claps lightly. “Well done, y/n.”  

You flush, heat creeping up your neck. You’re well into your first week at the Munson’s garage, and you’ve become efficient in using the cash register – all thanks to Eddie’s help and guidance over the last few days.

Each day, like clockwork, Eddie comes in during lunch time and places himself beside you in the extra chair that sits behind the register. He places his lunch bag on his lap, which consistently holds unhealthy junk food, and kicks his feet up onto the counter. From there, he asks you about your day, enquires about the schedule for the rest of the day, and then questions you about yourself, aiming to get to know you better. Each day, you’re surprised that Eddie continues to come back, yet you welcome his company, nonetheless. 

Your conversations are filled with friendly banter and laughter, sharing little snippets of each of your own lives with each other. You sit on your stool behind the register, the office slowing to a hum with no customers during that time of the day, and you watch Eddie in all his beauty munch on his lunch gracefully. His arms are defined, veins popping from underneath his tanned, glistening skin. His nimble fingers work quickly to open the packaging of his snack-cake, which he consistently offers to you. 

Today, however, Eddie came into the office early, watching as you ring customers out and talking with you in between. 

“Did you just leave Wayne to do all the work?” you ask, glancing over at Eddie as you neaten the tabletop of the register. Eddie seats himself in his chair, opening his lunch bag, and begins to rummage through it. Eddie shrugs, glancing back at you. “The car he’s working on needs it’s turn signal fixed and that’s all, and he can handle that on his own.” 

You hum, nodding as you place yourself on the stool. You lean your back against the counter, aiming your body towards Eddie. “I’m happy to have your company again. The office can be so dull and quiet.” 

Eddie smiles, his dark, brown eyes sparkling against the low lighting in the office. “I used to hate sitting in the office for even just a second. Now, I love being in here and the only thing that’s changed is that you’re in here now.” He winks confidently, then looks back at his lunch he unfolds on his lap. 

Your heart thuds against your chest, every nerve in your body frayed and on edge. You open your mouth to reply, with what answer you aren’t sure, but then close your mouth when nothing comes to mind. 

Eddie has had flirtation on his tongue since the moment he walked into the office on your first day of work. It started with small comments, a few compliments, and has escalated to brushing touches of the skin. Your stomach is filled with butterflies the second you walk into work, smelling the light scent of Eddie’s cologne that lingers wherever he goes. You check out customers in between your daydreaming of him and you constantly sit on the edge of your stool behind the register, waiting to catch a sighting of him. 

Just then, Wayne saunters in, his white t-shirt covered in dark marks. “Look at that,” he mumbles, a light smirk on his face. “Sitting there like two peas in a pod, as if neither of you have no work to do.” 

Eddie chuckles. “What can I say, Wayne? I enjoy talking to your new employee very much.”  

You feel heat creep up your neck, surely a light tint of pink beginning to cover your cheeks. You look down at your lap, not able to meet Wayne’s eye. 

Wayne hums, taking a few steps up to the counter where you sit. He leans over, placing his elbow on the tabletop. “What do you say, y/n? Do you enjoy talking to Eddie just as equally?” 

You look up, meeting Wayne’s eye. You nod, glancing at Eddie who’s looking in your direction, curious to know your answer.  You smile softly, “Eddie is alright.” 

Wayne grunts a sound of approval. “Well then. Since I’m the only hard worker around here, I guess I’ll leave you both to it.” 

After Wayne leaves, you and Eddie catch each other’s eye and snicker softly to yourselves. “Guess he’s not so into us getting along,” Eddie says, kicking his feet up against the chair next to him. 

You shrug. “As long as we get our work done, I think we’ll be just fine.” You offer Eddie a little smile and shuffle papers that have scattered out of place on the tabletop. 

Eddie huffs lightly and pushes himself out of his chair; it creaks underneath his touch and you’re afraid for a moment that the chair has seen its last day. “I should get back to work anyway.” 

You do your best to hold in the frown that you feel forming on your face and nod. “Right, of course.” 

Eddie shuffles around and makes his way to the door that leads to the garage where Wayne works. “Oh, by the way, there’s this party happening this weekend, Friday, and you should come. It’s at Steve Harrington’s house. Should be a good time.” 

Your heart surges with excitement. Eddie Munson inviting you to a party at Steve Henderson’s house? You try to suppress your surprise and excitement. “I’ll see if I’m free.” 

Eddie nods, turning the doorknob in his hand. “Hope you are.” He winks, and slips through the door in the garage, leaving you alone in the office. 

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spending the summer with steve aesthetic <3

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✨Steve✨

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♡ the 1 | steve harrington x reader (ex-high school lovers) (record player series #4) word count - 948 words

“It would have been fun if you could've been the one…”

The sun shines brightly across your face as you make your way to the farmer’s market that is set up across the town square – families and individuals bustle across the closed down streets, shopping for the best fruits and veggies in all of Hawkins, Indiana. Nearly the whole town of Hawkins is at the market and carry large brown paper bags, busting at the seams with their purchases.

You weave your way through the crowd, taking a peak at what each tent has to offer – all the fruit and vegetables you can imagine, mixed in with sweet-smelling homemade candles and soaps. You feel a sense of calmness as this is the first town event you’ve been to since returning home to Hawkins after graduating college. Since you’ve been home, you’ve had countless encounters with old classmates, allowing you to reminisce about your times at Hawkins High School – all of which feels so long ago.

You continue to walk, bumping shoulders with those who walk through Hawkins Square. You were sent to the farmer’s market by your mother to pick up apples for her and you scanned until you found the tent for the apples. You budge your way through the crowd, politely saying ‘excuse me’ as you cut across. With one last soft nudge, you cut in front of the last person to be able to make it to the booth. “Y/n? Is that really you?” A voice that’s all too familiar says from beside you, causing you to stop your pursuit of apples.

You turn slightly, the sun igniting behind you. Your breath escapes your lips, a soft sigh escaping too. “Steve?” you say, a nervous flair taking over your body. You feel goosebumps begin to rise on your forearms.

The sun shines brightly onto his face, highlighting his deep brown locks, and beautiful facial features, yet he lifts up his infamous sunglasses to get a good, real look at you. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since graduation,” Steve says softly. “And that’s been nearly four years now, isn’t that right?”

You nod slowly, the sorest of memories rushing back to you. Steve Harrington is your high-school boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend, and while it’s been numerous years since you’ve seen or talked to him, you’re sure, as you stand in front of him, that the love you had for him has never gone away – you’ve carried him with you since the day you parted ways.

Steve holds a full bag of what you assume is vegetables, leavy greens sticking up at the top of the bag and shifts it between his arms nervously. “I’ve heard that you’ve been in and out of town from Nancy and Eddie, but I’ve never caught sight of you myself.”

All around you, the farmers market continues to flourish, laughter and voices coming from every direction yet all you can focus on is Steve and the way you daydreamed about him holding you as a way to soothe yourself to sleep your first year of college. It truly had been the best decision for you and Steve to part ways, you went to college elsewhere in the state and he had decided to stay near Hawkins and work. The breakup was bittersweet; as graduation loomed in the nearby distance, you both knew it was coming. While you were on good terms, and hardly talked since you left for college, there always was the feeling of unfinished business – the acknowledgment that you’d find each other again someday.

“Well,” you say, feeling like being honest. You smile, looking at the way his brown eyes twinkle against the sun. “I always ask Nancy how you’re doing so I’ve been keeping my tabs on you.”

Steve laughs, his mouth widening into a blinding white smile. He runs a hand through his fluffy brown hair that he’s let grow out. “Even though it’s been years, I feel like I just saw you yesterday. You haven’t changed a single bit, y/n.”

You shrug, a light breeze tossing a few strands across your face. You lift your hand, swiping them away. “You know how it goes, Steve. I had to make I didn’t change too much so you’d still recognize me after all these years.”

Steve smiles, his big, brown eyes sparkling like gems against the sun. “Like I could ever forget your face, y/n.”

Beads of sweat begin to gather at your hairline. You swallow hard, Steve’s comment causing heat to creep down your neck. You open your mouth to speak but find that nothing comes out. You attempt to quickly rack your brain to think of a witty response but draw a blank. Silence hangs in there air, though Steve seems unphased by it.

“Would you want to go out for dinner while you’re back?” Steve asks, his head tilting to the side. “We probably have a lot of catching up to do, don’t you think?”

You nod slowly, unable to take your eyes off of Steve. “Yes, I’d love to.”

Steve nods too, shifting the brown paper bag that is bursting with fresh vegetables and fruits in his arms. “Maybe sometime this weekend, I can give your house a call to figure out what time works for you.”

You nod again, butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach. “O-Okay.”

“You know, I’ve always thought we’d get back together some day. Maybe now is our time.” Steve says with a lopsided smile and twinkle in his eye. “Well, I better get these groceries back to my parent’s, they’re probably wondering what’s taking me so long.”

You smile, continuously flustered. “Of course, talk to you soon, Steve.”

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Damn

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Bobbin: soo?? How did it go?👀

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Plus close-up:

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in honor of stranger things 5 being announced here’s a super old stranger things 4/scooby doo combo, of which im still proud 😝 (i completely forgot about this)

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hi everyone! life has been very chaotic and I've been feeling a little uninspired when it comes to my writing - both situations making me very difficult to sit down and write for Steve and Eddie. That being said, I'm ready to get back to it.

please send requests! I'm open to writing blurbs or one shots for Eddie, Steve, or Steddie!!

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we’re so back

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SEASON 5 STEVE!!!

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✶ SISTER, SISTER - older!steve harrington x college student!henderson!reader

“I didn’t know you had a sister, Henderson!” Steve whisper-shouted to his younger friend as he bent at the waist. The pair crept down the hallway of Dustin Henderson’s house, the floor creaking against their weight. 

Steve had a straight view of you as you sit in a kitchen chair, one of your legs hiked up on the chair. You teeter in your seat, bending low to spoon cereal into your mouth as you flip the page of your paperback. You are oblivious to your younger brother and his older friend passing by the kitchen doorway. Steve, however, thinks you’re the prettiest girl his eyes ever laid on. 

“That’s because she’s annoying!” Dustin yells just as he and Steve pass by you. You look up, startled, and meet the gaze of your brother and his good-looking friend. Your eyebrows raise when you notice the boys in the doorway, then scowl when what your brother said registers in your mind. 

“Are you sure you aren’t the annoying one, Dustin? I certainly think so.” You hum back, glancing back at your bowl of cereal. Your brother’s nameless friend snickers, glancing between you and Dustin. “Yeah, yeah,” Dustin says, flapping his hand at you. “We’re going upstairs, don’t bother us.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your attention back to your book and afternoon snack. You hear your brother shuffle down the hallway towards the stairs that lead to his bedroom, but you notice in your peripheral vision that a figure still lingers in the doorway. “I’m Steve Harrington by the way,” your brother’s friend says. You look up in time to see him shove his hands into his pockets, tilting his head so that a strand of his hair dangles in front of his face. He had boyish looks, and you could feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Y/n,” you say with a small smile. Steve Harrington. So, this was your little brother’s idol. You get a better look at Steve, tilting your head, your eyes grazing his figure. He was well put together, clearly comes from money by the way his pants and shirt are pressed to perfection. Though, you hold back the urge to laugh, Dustin’s experimentation with his curly hair for the winter dance making sense now that you look at Steve and his head full of hair, almost in the same style as Dustin had. ‘This is how Steve does his hair and he gets major girls,’ Dustin had informed you when you attempted to tell him his hair was perhaps too extravagant for a middle school dance. 

“Do you go to Hawkins’s High?” Steve asks, his eyes grazing your figure too. You’re in an oversized t-shirt and your shorts are hidden underneath. Your legs are bare, your hair is a mess as if you just woke up, yet you’re radiant, your eye’s sparkling against the kitchen lighting. Steve can feel a bubble of nerves coursing through his stomach. 

You shake your head. “No, I graduated. I’m at Indiana University now.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, his nervousness increasing. So, you’re older than him – Steve’s interest in you increases a couple of notches. “Oh,” Steve says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out weak. “What year are you?” 

You shrug casually, glancing back at Steve. “I’m only a freshman.” 

Steve nods silently, then opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He wants to ask you endless questions, get to know you more. He feels as if he just won the jackpot, uncovering the deeply hidden treasure of discovering his close friend’s gorgeous older sister. Steve makes a mental note to flick Dustin on the side of his head for not introducing him to his sister sooner. 

After a few seconds, Steve comes up with the idea to ask you out. Maybe you’d be interested in going out on a date or just hanging out casually. It was the summer after all, and you were home for college - you wouldn’t have anything going on anyway. “Would you-“  Steve begins to say but Dustin’s voice rings through the house’s hallways. 

“Steve! Stop flirting with my sister and get up here!” Dustin yells from down the hallway, his tone expressing annoyance. 

Steve smiles sheepishly in your direction, a pink tint creeping across the apples of his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He runs a hand through his wild, brown hair and steps back from the entrance of the kitchen. “Guess I should go.” 

You hum, amused by the boys unwillingness to depart from the kitchen and away from you. You were flattered as Steve made it clear he had an instant crush on you. “I suppose so. Dustin will come in here if you wait any longer.” 

Steve laughs, offering a wave. “I’ll see you around then.” And he slips down the hallway towards Dustin’s room. 

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18+ only, no minors

Thinking about you and Eddie being so in love, and unable to keep your hands off one another. You're utterly, desperately obsessed with each other. Time spent usually end with him between your thighs or fucking like animals in heat.

Poor, old Wayne has walked in on you two at least three times, having multiple talks to Edward about the important of condoms and keeping it to the bedroom, but Eds really can't help himself. He's crazy about you and loves you so very much. Who's too blame him for loving your pussy as much as he loves you?

It's at the point, Wayne knocks before entering the trailer. Announcing himself as he walks into the door and leaving the ad paper with circled places for rent on the table each morning — Eddie's keys on top, so he'll have to see it.