#I WONDER HOW LONG IT TOOK EACH OF THE ROBINS TO ‘GET USED TO IT’

[tiannasfanfic]

Physical Affection

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: You aren’t a very physically affectionate person…until you are.

A/N: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns used, no Y/N. Not proofread.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

You weren’t an affectionate person.

Well, that’s unfair to say. You could be, just on your own terms. All of your friends knew this and none of them minded, but those times when you were randomly affectionate, it always caught them off guard.

If you ruffle Dustin’s hair, for instance, it’ll suddenly make the otherwise chatty boy speechless. Fixing Steve’s shirt by tucking in the tag for him made the former ladies man blush. That time you helped Robin fix her smudged eyeliner left the poor girl stuttering.

While everyone noticed you were a little more affectionate with Eddie, that was to be expected since he was your partner. But, despite that, they couldn’t help but wonder how things were going with you two. By all appearances, everything seemed fine, but they knew Eddie was typically way more affectionate in relationships than this. He was always all over his partners, no matter if they were one night flings or serious relationships. But with you, he had scaled way back. The only time they’d ever seen you two be affectionate for longer than a brief moment were at parties when Eddie would keep one arm around you protectively at all times. You never seemed to mind though, leaning into his embrace to wedge yourself even closer to him.

It wasn’t until one night at The Hideout that they started figuring out you might be way more physically affectionate than they thought.

The guys were out having a Boys Night when you came rushing into the bar and directly over to their table. Everyone was concerned since Boys Night never gets interrupted unless it’s an emergency.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Eddie asked, jumping to his feet. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine,” you said, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I just need you to give me a hug is all.”

Gareth, Grant and Jeff all froze in shock, then exchanged surprised glances.

Did they hear you just right? Did you seriously just ask for a hug? Surly they were hearing things. A combination of the drinks and loud music coming from the jukebox messing up what your words sounded like. That made way more sense than you asking for a hug.

But a warm smile came to Eddie’s face in response, and he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. Your arms slipped around his waist as you buried your face into his chest, and you held onto him tightly.

The guys watched for several long moments, gawking as Eddie started to slowly run one hand up and down your back. He softly kissed the side of your head and they could hear him muttering something to you, but they couldn’t make out what. Your body just seemed to melt in his embrace, the tension in your shoulders visibly relaxing as you pressed yourself into the hug.

“What the-“ Gareth started to say, but the words died on his tongue at the glare Eddie’s suddenly shot at him.

Eventually, you pulled back from him just enough for the two of you to exchange a soft kiss.

“All better now, sweetheart?” they heard EddIe ask you.

“Kinda,” you said, nodding. “Do you think I could wait on you at the trailer?”

“Of course,” he replied, then kissed the end of your nose. “You have a key, my house is your house. Make yourself at home, I’ll be there here in a couple of hours.”

After sharing another tender kiss, you finally pulled yourself from Eddie’s arms. You gave the guys a wave and then left The Hideout.

The guys all stared at Eddie as he returned to his seat and took a drink of his beer.

“What?” he asked, finally noticing their looks.

“What the hell was that all about?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, they never, ever ask to be touched,” Gareth said. “What gives?”

“Nothing,” Eddie said, then sat his bottle down to point at each of them. “And you’d all better just forget you ever saw that.”

The tone of his voice was serious, making them all blink.

“The shit?” Grant asked. “Why?”

“Why? I’ll tell you why,” Eddie leaned forward, a very serious look on his face. “They’ve started sitting on my lap and cuddling every time we’re watching a movie. Completely on their own!”

The guys stared at him in shock.

“Oh wow,” Gareth finally said. “That’s big.”

Eddie nodded rapidly, his curls flying.

“Yeah!” he said. “Huge! So if any of you meathead’s say anything to them and mess this up for me, I swear to God…”

[upsidedownwithsteve]

eye-rolling "Well, I guess I can do that for you."

pretty please with Steve? 🥰🥰

You weren’t Steve’s girlfriend, not at all. In fact, the man hadn’t even managed to take you on a date. Not yet.

But Steve was pretty damn sure he was borderline besotted with you. Affection made him ache, the longing worse. He felt like a teenager again, a schoolboy with a soul shattering crush that he wasn’t sure he could hide much longer…

…from you, anyway. Everyone else knew.

Which is why Nancy grinned and Eddie laughed into his beer when you found him at the party, a small get together with some old high school friends that had turned into someone bigger and messier as more people returned home to Hawkins for the holidays.

Steve had been watching you move around the room for a while, sandwiched between the sofa arm and Robin, gaze watching the way you hugged each old friend, your eyes bright with excitement, your touch warm and affectionate as you hugged everyone you’d missed.

Steve didn’t even really have time to feel jealous before you were leaning over the back of the couch, your chin on Steve’s shoulder, your perfume familiar and heart racing. You were grinning when you stole his beer bottle with light fingers, non pleased as you brought it to your lips to steal a swig, uncaring that it was borderline warm from the way Steve had nursed it all night.

You didn’t notice the way Jonathan snickered at Steve’s expression, the way Eddie smirked and Robin nudged Steve’s ribs with a bony elbow. You couldn’t see how the poor man had turned pink, face flushed and chest almost still as you leaned closer, your cheek almost touching his.

And then you turned into him, lips so close to his, your nose nudging his temple as the cheap wine you’d been drinking made you bolder, less caring of your audience.

“Hey, Steve?”

Steve didn’t dare turn his head with you this close. He didn’t need his friends to witness him short circuit. He knew you’d be close, closer than ever, close enough to count the fan of your lashes, the flecks of different colours in your eyes, the tiny silver scar on your chin that you got when you were six.

So he hummed instead, taking his beer back from your hand and downing a long drag. He could barely taste the bitterness of it over the leftover stain of your cherry lip balm. It’s like he’d forgotten how to breathe—

“I was wondering, if it’s not too much hassle,” your hand found his shoulder, warm and familiar and affection as it slipped over the front of his chest, playing with his collar. “If you’re still taking Robin home, could you drop me off on the way?”

Steve took too long to reply, the feeling of your small hand against his chest too much for him to comprehend and Eddie was sitting across from his, his grin absolutely wild and Robin’s heel was grinding down on top of his trainers, urging him to answer.

“I—”

“It’s just,” you went onto explain, taking his overwhelmed silence for apprehension, “I was supposed to crash at Jenny’s but she’s going home with Chris now and I don’t really wanna walk, y’know?”

Eddie butted in then, all cheek and charm and Steve wanted to throttle him. He was still grinning, too wide and knowing, and he knocked his boot against Steve’s shin. He tsked, frowning exaggeratedly. “Hey now,” he told you, “Harrington won’t have you walkin’ anywhere, isn’t that right Steve? He’d love to give you a ride.”

Robin almost spat her drink out, waving you away when you looked at her concerned, coughing furiously into her fist and Steve was done.

He gave in then and turned, silently thankful that you moved back just a little, your eyes warm as he met your gaze and you grinned at the sight of him, like you’d missed him as much as he had you.

Fuck, you were pretty. So, so pretty.

And Steve didn’t know what to do. So he did what he always done and played his part, that character that he had in his back pocket from high school, the one he’d learned to tone down just a little and use as a shield. So he rolled his eyes but it only made you grin wider because fucking hell, you could see right through him and Steve knew that.

It’s why you kept your hand on his chest, your arm draped over his shoulder, touching him like he belonged to you and god— he did, he did, he did.

“Yeah, uh, sure,” Steve pretended to consider it. “I can do that for you.”

You tilted your head at him, all quiet flirtation, coy and knowing and your fingertips ran up his chest and over the neckline of his shirt until you were touching bare skin- just for a second.

It was enough to make Steve’s brain buzz, full shutdown, engine screeching, loading screen frozen.

“For me?” You pouted.

You were still too close and your lips were glossy and Steve knew they tasted like cherry. All his friends were staring.

“Yeah,” he nodded, throat dry, eyes on your mouth and the way it curled into a smile. The act was over, his play pretend crumbling. He was too soft for you to try and keep it up for very long. “For you.”

And when you thanked him with a too quick press of your lips to his cheek and then disappeared into the crowd again, his friends waited all of six seconds before they exploded.

[usedtobecooler]

(I know you don't write for Steve but this just came to me) What about Steve teaching virgin!reader how to blow virgin!Eddie?!

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs, blowjobs, inexperienced virgin reader, inexperienced virgin eddie, experienced pushy steve, awkward boners, bullying, mutual pining.

Word Count | 2.8k

A/N | i've never written for steve before and i took this and ran with it lmao, i hope i did your prompt justice!! if any of you see any mistakes, no you didn't, this wasnt proof read.

Eddie and Steve's relationship had always been odd. You'd noticed it from the first time you'd ever hung out with them, when Robin had dragged you along to meet her friends. You hadn't known her for long, but Robin was loud and unabashed and adamant you had to come hang out with her outside of work.

When you'd first clapped eyes on them both, you noticed the air seemed thick between them. The way they'd bite at each other constantly, bicker and call each other names, the way Steve's eyes would linger on Eddie's lips a second longer than what would be deemed appropriate.

It seemed like a constant fight for dominance, especially when the kids were around. A battle of who Dustin loved more, who Mike looked up to more, who Max harbored a secret 'big brother' liking to more. It was a constant game, and you wondered if they even liked each other.

Then, sometimes, they'd be sweet with each other. Steve would knock Eddie back with a gentle hand when he was about to stumble over a curb, Eddie would grab Steve a burger even when he said he wasn't hungry. Steve would even help him set up the D&D table, he didn't understand what it was about and never played, but he'd help anyway. Even when Eddie bitched that the way he did it was wrong.

So, it was weird. The more time you spent together, the more you found yourself being sucked into the dynamic unwillingly. Robin said she could tell Eddie had a crush on you, which made you blush -- he was cute, and surprisingly really nice despite the hard exterior, but Steve caught onto it pretty quickly and used it to his advantage during their bickering.

You'd walked in on them arguing about you one day, when they clearly thought they were alone. You stood behind the doorway, eavesdropping;

"What would she want with you, Munson? You're a twenty year old virgin, trust me she's not interested."

"Oh yeah? As opposed to what, exactly? The town slut? As if you're any better than me because you've fucked every girl our age."

"At least I didn't jizz in my pants when she gave me a hug."

"That didn't fucking happen, and if you tell her that I'll kill you."

"Ooh, scary."

The admission of Eddie being a virgin was unsurprising, chicks weren't exactly queuing up outside his trailer to fuck him. But, he was pretty, like devastatingly so. Once you got to know him he was a great guy, smarter than he made himself out to be and nothing like the people of Hawkins claimed he was.

The next time you all hung out together, three joints deep and a bottle of scotch being passed around, you made a point of also admitting to being a virgin, to make Eddie feel better. Steve had stared at you open mouthed and flustered, Eddie had choked on his gum, Robin had watched it all unfold and let out a loud barking laugh.

You'd hoped that it would settle Eddie's mind and maybe get Steve to back off and stop hounding him about it, particularly in front of you.

And now, how you ended up in this situation is fully Robin's fault and she'll get told that when you next see her. Her and Nancy had bowed out of your designated movie night ungracefully, claiming to be slammed with babysitting Holly at last minute, but you knew better.

The three of you were crammed up on Steve's bed, and you're wondering why he and Eddie willingly chose to sit next to each other, so close their arms were squashed together and their legs knocked. You were watching The Lost Boys, at Steve's adamance, because apparently it was the horror movie of the year, but you begged to differ, nothing exciting had happened yet.

It gets to a sex scene, and you awkwardly shuffle from where you're sat next to Eddie, cheeks burning hot as you avert your eyes from the screen. Neither of them notice, enamored with seeing a pair of tits on the screen like a pair of twelve year olds.

Your fingers accidentally brush Eddie's own, and you shoot back like you've been scalded, "Sorry, Eddie." You whisper quietly, settling back into your pillow with an inch of space between your bodies for safe measure.

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, which catches Steve's attention, making him turn away from the screen to look at you both, eyes flitting back and forth. Then, a scoff escapes him, "Trust you to pop a boner at a pair of fucking tits, Munson."

You furrow your brows, glancing down to where Steve's eyes wandered and oh. Eddie was hard, straining against the loose plaid pyjama pants that he always wore when you guys hung out at night, refusing to buy a pair of sweatpants.

Eddie's face is flushed a dark red, you can see it as clear as day from the glare of Steve's TV, "Fuck off, Harrington. They're a nice pair of tits."

"You're such a virgin, you want some help with that?" Steve wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you think it's meant to come out as a joke but the way Steve says it seems anything but. He looks at you over Eddie's shoulder, motioning towards him, clamping a hand down on his leg, "Don't you think it's about time he got touched by something that wasn't his right hand?"

You flounder a little, unable to form proper thoughts at what Steve is insinuating, "What do you mean? That I should help him with that? I'm the unwilling third party here, keep me out of your homoerotic bullshit."

"We could both do it, silly. Was it not totally obvious that he's got a massive crush on you?" Steve shrugs like it's nothing, and you feel Eddie tensing up next to you, can see his cock straining further in his pants out of the corner of your eye. In that moment it clicks for you that they're both into this, have probably been waiting a while to find themselves in this situation, with you specifically.

"At this point I think you have a crush on him, you're so obsessed with him it's hilarious." You snark, leaning forward a little until you're crowded back in Eddie's space, hands bumping each others, "What do I get out of this, exactly?"

Steve looks you up and down, a cute grin gracing his face, "Trust me, you can have anything you want."

You chew on the inside of your lip, genuinely thinking about it. Did you really want your first time doing anything sexual with another person to be in a threesome? You clench your thighs at the thought, a wave of heat flushing through your body at the thought of being touched by four hands at once, two mouths.

You wonder how Eddie feels, he's uncharacteristically quiet. You hazard a glance back down, and Eddie has his hand clamped over Steve's own on his thigh. So, yeah, clearly he's into it too.

"Aw, c'mon, don't you want to show the freak a good time?" Steve asks, a smirk overcoming his features — it's disgustingly attractive, a far cry from the usually sweet Steve you knew when Eddie wasn't around, but it did things to you, made your tummy clench.

"Steve, I've never done this either... you know that," You pull your bottom lip with your teeth, chewing anxiously. It's not as if Eddie had anything to compare you to, you were both a pair of bumbling touch starved virgins, but you didn't want it to be bad for him, either.

"Harrington, if you don't stop rubbing my thigh I'm gonna cum in my pants," Eddie's voice cuts through the air, loud enough to knock you out of your trance and making you look up at him, taking in just how disheveled he was already from the merest touch.

"I'll show you how to do it," Steve says, completely ignoring Eddie's protests, never taking his eyes off of you as he brushes his hand up Eddie's thigh even higher, knocking his clothed hard dick with the back of his hand. Eddie hisses, Steve grins and lets out a cackle, "Won't take much, anyway, not if this is anything to go by."

"I am right here," Eddie balks, throwing his hands up in the air. Steve shushes him, shoving into Eddie's space like an eager puppy to grip at his pants and pull them down his thighs.

Of course Eddie doesn't wear underwear under them, why would he? His cock springs out, flushed and hard, the tip a pretty pink colour that makes your mouth water, a small amount of precum blurting out of his slit.

"You guys good with this?" Steve double checks, Eddie whines a little, which is enough of a reply for Steve. You don't even reply, batting Steve out of the way with one hand and wrapping your other one eagerly around the base of Eddie's dick - which to your delight elicits the prettiest little moan from his mouth.

"Eager little thing, isn't she?" Steve smirks at Eddie, which in return has you rolling your eyes and Eddie nodding his head fast. You slide your hand up the length of Eddie's cock slowly, shocked by how your fingers don't even wrap around it fully, all girthy and nice to touch.

"Right, you've not got enough lube for your hand to glide properly, here," Steve leans forward, mouth just mere centimetres away from Eddie's dick, and he lets out a glob of spit onto the head.

"Fuck, what the fuck," Eddie's words comes out erratic, eyes wide as he watches Steve spit all over him without a care in the world, like this was normal and something 'bros' did. Your hand squeezes the base of his cock a little to focus his attention back on you, hand sliding up to rub in the mess of Steve's spit and get him all nice and wet.

"There you go, see? Much easier." Steve's cocky demeanor is starting to diminish, you can tell by the way his voice comes out softer as he watches your skin connect with Eddie's, the slick slide of your fist up and down his cock. You feel Steve's large hand ghost over your lower back, under your shirt. You gasp quietly at the touch, the burning heat of his skin on yours making you shiver.

"Does this feel okay?" You ask Eddie quietly, ignoring what Steve just said because what the fuck would he know, it's not his dick being touched.

"Feels good, sweetheart, cross my heart." Eddie's cheeks are tinged rouge red, neck veins popping a little as he clearly struggles not to blow his load. You can see Steve looking back and forth between you both with curious eyes, smile still on his face, clearly enjoying watching a pair of virgins going at it like a creep.

"Do you want me to use my mouth?" You ask tentatively, cocking your head to the side as you keep eye contact with Eddie to try and gauge how he feels. It's meant to be innocent, comes out dirty. Dirty enough that Steve's hand moves to grip at your waist slightly, a soft sigh escaping him.

"You'd like that, right Eddie?" Steve's smile is sickly sweet, but you can tell he's starting to fold because he's using Eddie's real name, not his last name or a stupid nickname. Eddie nods silently, eyes shutting and head thumping back against Steve's plush headboard.

You slide down the bed quietly, shuffling until you're nestled in between Eddie's spread legs at an angle that meant you could just lean forward and slide your mouth over his length, "Tell me what to do then, genius."

"Take your hand off him, I'll do that, you just put your pretty mouth to use," Steve's slender fingers move yours out of the way until you're releasing Eddie's cock, his own large hand wrapping around the base and squeezing, making Eddie whimper.

Steve guides Eddie's dick over to rub the tip over your closed lips, smearing precum all over them. Your tummy clenches, ridiculously turned on by what you're doing, unable to stop your mind racing. You feel dizzy, like this is a dream you'll wake up from any moment.

"What're you waiting for? Wrap your lips around the head, give it a try." Steve's demanding, his voice firm with you, so you lean down and close the distance, opening your lips and sinking down onto the head, hot mouth engulfing Eddie's cock.

"Jesus Christ, fuck," Eddie cries out, can't help but open his eyes to look at you, has to see what you're both doing. The sight of Steve's massive fist around his cock, jerking it lightly into your mouth, you sucking and licking at him - he's teetering on the edge dangerously fast.

"Feels good, right?" Steve chuckles a little, looking between where his fist and your mouth meet and Eddie's blown out, wide eyes, "She didn't even need any help, knew just what do on her own like a good girl."

You and Eddie both moan in unison, the vibration on Eddie's cock enough to have his hips bucking up wildly, which in turn causes Steve to reach his free hand out and push him down onto the bed harshly, "Don't cum yet, Munson. Don't be a little bitch."

Eddie chokes out a little sob, whining at Steve being mean to him. It makes his body run hot, the coil in his tummy tighten. You glance up at him, mouth still full of his cock, just to make sure he's okay, and the bit of eye contact has Eddie losing it.

"Sorry, fuck, sorry, I'm cumming," Eddie grips at a chunk of Steve's meaty thigh and he comes with an embarrassingly loud yelp, Steve's hand tightening as he jerks Eddie's cock into your open, willing mouth, swallowing his release down like you'd done it a million times before.

You kitten lick at the head until Eddie shakes with sensitivity, popping off with a little grin, "You good? Back down to earth yet?"

Eddie smiles dumbly, saluting at you with two fingers, body completely sagged into Steve's plush sheets, flaccid cock still out, "Alive but barely."

You clamber up the bed, the sudden urge to kiss him overtaking your body. You fist a hand in his messy curls, pulling him up to kiss you. Eddie wraps an arm around your back, kissing you all sloppy, teeth and tongue, to an outsider it probably looked gross, but it was so hot to you that you wanted to cry.

You break apart to catch a breath, forehead to forehead with wild eyes and stupid little smiles on your faces. You ache with how much you like Eddie, a love for him overtaking your whole body. Steve clears his throat at your side, pulling you out of your trance, making you turn to look at him.

He's got a firm hand gripped into the arm of Eddie's shirt, you can see his own cock tenting in his loose sweatpants and God, it's big and intimidating, even through his clothes.

"Don't be greedy, share it with me," Steve closes the space between you both and smashes his lips onto yours, licking into your mouth expertly to swipe over your tongue. You moan into the kiss, cunt clenching at being used in this way. He kisses more firmly than Eddie, more sure of himself, it's nice in a different way.

Just as you're getting lost in it Steve pulls away, a whine dying in your throat when you open your eyes to see his face gliding closer to Eddie's, and then they're kissing too. Steve grapples for your waist with closed eyes, tugging you even closer to them both.

They're animalistic with each other, like they're both angry and filled with pent up rage. Eddie grips a hand in Steve's mane of hair, has him groaning into the kiss that's all teeth and grunting. You watch through hooded eyes, unable to take your gaze away from them, wetness pooling in your pretty underwear at the sight of them both.

A whine escapes you, the noise filling the air and cutting off their kiss, both of them looking at you with differing gazes. Steve looks like he wants to pin you down and fuck you into oblivion, Eddie looks like he's in love. Steve sits up a little, grabbing at you and Eddie with every free bit of his big hands, fingers roaming unabashedly.

Steve glances at you both, a smirk back to gracing his features, "If you think I'm done with you two yet, you're sorely mistaken."

[myfictionaldreams]

Pretty Eyes // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie was your best friend but you were undoubtedly in love with him. During one of Steve's house parties, you find yourself in bed with him which wasn't unusual, you were only hugging after all... until your lips are brushing against his.

A/N: I will be getting to the other requests that I have I promise, I’m just abosolutely in love with Eddie and needed to write for him again!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, tooth rotting fluff, best friends to lovers, idiots in love, drunken kissing, flirting, sexual tension, sharing a bed, first kiss, fingering, rough sex, mark (back scratching), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, Eddie is a massive SIMP!

Words: 7.9k

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Steve was hosting another house party as his parents were out and it was safe to say… you were thoroughly enjoying the free alcohol. In fact, you had enjoyed so much of the liquors that you collapsed onto the sofa face first, half hanging off so that your knuckles grazed the floor and dozed in and out of sleep.

This was where Eddie found you, a toothy grin gracing his face as he took in your position, shaking his head and chuckling to himself as he stepped around a partier to get to you, dropping down and sitting on the floor next to you.

There was a bottle of beer in your hand that was dangerously close to tipping over and spilling over the Harrington’s expensive cream carpet so he quickly eased it out of your grasp and onto the small table beside him. This caused you to jolt awake, eyelids were heavy as you opened them to look around, seeing Eddie sitting with his knees drawn up, the ripped holes of his jeans stretching to reveal his kneecaps.

You gave him a beaming smile, hand lifting to reach for him, settling on his shoulder as you exclaimed with a slur to your words, “I’ve been looking for you!” Eddie laughed, dimples deepening in his cheeks that had your body waking further, positioning yourself off of the sofa to be closer to him. Your best friend also moved forward so that he was now leaning his arm across the couch where you promptly lay your head, using it as a pillow whilst his other hand rested on your back, subconsciously stroking circles across the material of your dress.

From anyone else in the room, the view would be assumed that you were both in a very happy relationship if the casual touches and gleaming twinkle in each other's eyes, only looking at each other and no one else. Sadly, this was the wrong assumption, you were both ‘just friends’.

It may not be the same level of friendship as say you had with Steve or Robin, but you were both adamant about just being friends. Even if said friendship was everything that a relationship was, spending all of your spare time together, you would go to his shows and sit on the front row cheering him on, he would drive you to and from school, hugs that lasted too long and on the few occasions you fell asleep at his and waking in each other's arms, neither moving because it just felt so good. It was something you both cherished and therefore this made it hard to give up and develop into anything more, even though it was painfully clear to anyone watching that you both were desperate for something more, alas, this was not the case.

As you settled into the embrace, you looked into Eddie’s expressive brown, puppy dog eyes, continuing with your explanation as to how you’d ended up on the furniture. “You were there one minute and poof! You disappeared! I was looking for you everywhere and then Robin said you might be in here and…and I think I tripped or something and here I am, and look … I found you! Robin was right!”

“Good job sweetheart! Now if I do remember, I told you I was going for a piss and asked you to stay next to the fridge and what happened… you wondered off, I’ve been looking for you for half an hour”, he playfully flicked the tip of your nose as the distant memory of him telling you to stay put came into your thoughts. “Are you having a good time?” he asked, leaning forward to kiss your cheek casually, except a kiss on the cheek was never casual for him, his lips touching leaving a warm tingle against your cheek as he hovered there for a second too long for just a friend.

“I’m having the best time! Everything is so loud and the rooms spinning around you so the party must be getting crazy and now I’ve found you again, everything is even better!” With your enthusiasm and excitement, you shifted on the couch, causing your knee-length dress to ride up higher up your thighs, to a point of near exposure.

Eddie noticed, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, something you watched with fascination but then was distracted as the warmth of his hand on your back disappeared but that was only so he could pull your dress back down over your thighs, protecting your modesty. “My knight in shining armour”, you teased him, fingers playing with the ends of his wavy hair that settled on his shoulders.

“Yes, and this is why you’re wearing my shorts under your dress”, he chastised, returning his fingers to your upper back, in big circles that lulled you into a peaceful state. For a moment you closed your eyes, tilting your head to nuzzle into his arm further. Eddie moved closer to he was only a couple of inches away from your face, “Hey, you aren’t going to sleep on me, are you? Maybe it’s time we go”.

Your features shifted into a frown, displeased with his statement as you began to whine, “No, I don’t want to go, I wanna stay here with you”.

Eddie’s ringed fingers stroked over your cheek, trying to rouse you more from falling asleep fully, “Angel, your eyes aren’t even open”. To try and prove your point, you forced your eyes open, wide and stared at him until he laughed but then he looked around, noticing that there were fewer people than before, “I think the party’s starting to come to an end anyway so think’s its time we get going”.

Your eyebrows furrowed, being more whinier than usual in your drunken state, “I can’t be bothered to go, I live on the other side of town and it’s just too far away Eddie, I don’t want to leave!”

Once again, Eddie is laughing, the noise momentarily distracting you from his quest to leave but as he begins to shift onto his knees, you were once again frowning until he explained, “Sweetheart, we’re staying here, remember? Steve’s got a spare room for us upstairs.”

“He does!?”, you say with excitement, finally finding the energy and motivation to actually look awake now.

“Yeah! So get your butt up!”

This was easier said than done as your head spun making you feel a little nauseous, eyes rolling as you sat up with Eddie’s help and luckily he was slow to move, making sure you got your bearings before standing.

“Are you guys going already?! But who am I supposed to watch the sunrise with?”, Robin suddenly was in your line of vision, looking sadly between you and Eddie who had his arm supporting your weight as you held onto his neck. In the back of your mind, you vaguely remembered agreeing whilst sober that you’d join your friends in watching the sunrise but that definitely wasn’t happening anymore.

“Sorry, this one needs to go to bed”, Eddie explained, continuing to move past her and a few other remaining partiers as he half-carried you up the stairs to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. You were aware that you were leaning into his touch more than you actually needed to but he just smelled so good, cigarettes, beer and the aftershave you’d bought him for his birthday.

However, as soon as you saw the bed, you’re stumbling out of his arms and collapsing face first into the soft sheets, bouncing a few times from the mattress before settling. Eddie smiled, shrugging off his denim jacket and placing it onto the bags you’d both bought with the attention to stay.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, checking to see if you were awake or not as he switched on the lamp next to the bed. When you didn’t respond he moved to sit at your feet, taking off your shoes and socks one at a time, making sure you were comfortable enough to sleep.

You were still awake but were still trying to adjust and wait for the world to stop spinning before turning onto your back to look at Eddie as he chucked your shoes to join the rest of your stuff. From the twist of positions, your bra began to dig into your ribs, rubbing uncomfortably against your skin and instead of asking for a change of clothes, you tiredly announced, “My bra’s uncomfortable”.

In the low light, you could see Eddie’s cheeks blush pink before he tried to hide it by going over to both of your bags. He routed through your clothes and couldn’t figure out what was pyjamas and what was your outfit for the morning so he gave up and pulled out a spare shirt of his, walking over and dropping it into your lap, “it’ll be more comfortable than your dress”.

“Thank you”, you say sweetly, sitting up again with a groan and without thinking, reaching behind your head to try and undo the zipper of your dress. Eddie’s eyes widened and he quickly turned on the spot to face the wall, giving you some privacy but then you let out a frustrated grunt and then he felt a small tap on the centre of his back. Turning back to face you, he found that you’d stood from the bed and were looking up at him with an annoyed expression. “I can’t undo the zipper, can you help me pretty please?”

You turned on the spot, showing him your back with the offensive zip. Eddie didn’t answer, swallowing harshly as he began to lift his fingers, easily dragging the zip all the way down to your lower back. It wasn’t the first time seeing this much of your skin, having changed in the same room before but it felt oddly intimate to be the one doing it. He even contemplated undoing the clasp of your bra as he knew you wanted it off but he clenched his fist and turned back around.

Over his shoulder, he could hear you muttering your thanks and then your dress fell to the floor, followed by a relieved gasp as he assumed you’d removed your bra. “That's so much better, you can turn around by the way”, you say as you sit down. Eddie does just that and is blessed with the sight of you sitting in his old Iron Maiden shirt and shorts that you’d been wearing underneath the dress.

You were unaware of the effect you were having on him as you swayed drunkenly on the spot, wiping your tired eyes and smudging your makeup. “You want me to get your make-up remover for you?”, he asks and you nod with a thankful smile.

Eddie watched painfully at your attempt to remove your make-up, and eventually succumbed, “Let me, Angel”, he took the wipe from your hand and knelt down, placing one hand under your chin to keep you in place as he carefully began to remove your make-up.

You loved this side of Eddie, outside of the metal music, the hyperactive DnD player, was the soft, kind-hearted best friend that had captured your heart from the moment you both met. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was something else that compelled you to whisper, “Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

Eddie’s wiping hand paused, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip again as his brown eyes danced between looking at both of yours and then he chuckled, knocking your cin up slightly as he stood, ignoring your compliment, “All done, still as beautiful as ever, move up the bed, I’m going to get you a glass of water”.

You did as instructed, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him leave. Looking down at your shirt, you lifted the material at the neck and took a deep breath, smelling his natural scent that made your heart flutter. Eddie returned a few minutes later with two glasses of water, handing you one and even though you didn’t want to drink it, feeling too tired, Eddie made sure that you did, hoping it would help your inevitable hangover in the morning.

As you drank, he started to arrange his makeshift bed on the floor as Steve had given him a couple of extra pillows and blankets to get comfy next to you. Next, he removed his jeans, leaving him in his shirt and boxers, a sight you’d seen many times before but it didn’t stop you from warming throughout your body, feeling like you shouldn’t be staring at his spare legs, seeing the occasional tattoo’s that no one knew about on his calf.

“What are you doing down over there? The bed’s big enough for the two of us”, you tapped on the space next to you before reaching to clumsily place your empty glass onto the bedside table, smiling proudly when it didn’t fall off and smash.

“Fine, but if you throw up on me, I’m not going to be happy”, Eddie joked, stumbling over to the bed and jumping onto the mattress face first with enough force that you jumped up and down.

You laugh as you shuffle to a lying position, facing towards him, watching as he got comfortable with his arms pushing beneath his pillow as he looked towards you with his hair completely covering his face. Your fingers seemed to be working of their own accord as they drifted towards his wavy hair, brushing it back so that you could see his resting face, eyes closed, he looked peaceful.

“Why are you so far away?”, you asked with a hint of humour, biting your lip as he opened one eye to look at you, waiting an anxious second before quickly hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, closing the gap between the two of you.

“Better?” he asked, his voice now husky with exhaustion.

“Much better, thank you”, you say, shuffling into a comfortable position as the two of you seemed to naturally shape together.

You and Eddie were now facing each other, one of your legs was placed between his, the warm naked skin of each other's calves rubbing together, and one of his arms were locked around your waist, holding you tight to his chest where your hands were resting.

“Goodnight”, the two of you spoke at the same time, eyes closing.

You weren’t sure how much time passed but sleep didn’t seem to come as easily as you thought and it felt like there was an invisible cord in your gut that was pulling you closer to Eddie, so you listened to the instincts and opened your eyes to look at him. Except, it seemed you weren’t the only one to feel this way as you found Eddie’s wonderful brown eyes already open and looking at you.

The two of you shyly smiled having caught each other looking.

“Go to sleep Sweetheart”, Eddie encouraged, dipping his head and kissing your cheek, almost near the corner of your mouth. You moved closer on instinct until you could feel his breath fanning across your face and didn’t stop until your lips rested against his chin, finding the touch comforting.

Neither of you knew who it was who shifted, maybe you were naturally drawn higher or Eddie lower but then your lips were on the corner of his mouth. You could feel the crease of the corner of his lips against yours that began to pout with a delicate little kiss.

Then your head tilted and you kissed again, your mouth covering half of his now as you both didn’t seem to be breathing or thinking, every muscle throughout your body feeling like there were no bones supporting your structures, like you were melting into the bed.

The next kiss, the two of you turned in unison, mouth meeting mouth directly, pushing delicately together still both unsure of each other's actions.

Eddie was the first to press firmer into the kiss, his ringed fingers clenching his shirt that you wore as he released the breath he was holding, the air fanning across your cheek. It was your turn to reciprocate the kiss, one after another you gave him close-mouthed issues, your fingers lifting to feel the soft skin of his cheek, leg that was slotted between his also shifting higher.

This seemed to shake Eddie out of what was happening as he pulled back an inch, opening his eyes to see your lips still pursed from the kisses he’d been desperately enjoying. But you’d both been drinking and even though this was something he wanted more than anything, he wouldn’t forgive himself if this continued any further.

Giving one last kiss to your temple, Eddie’s husky voice whispered, “Go to sleep, Sweetheart”.

Maybe it was the fear of the reality of looking at Eddie after kissing him or potentially the alcohol but you didn’t open your eyes again and before long your breaths had evened out and your hands fell from his face and onto the space of bed between your bodies as sleep consumed you.

In the morning, Steve barged into the room with a plate full of slices of toast, having stayed up for the sunrise, he was offering food to all the guests before finally going to bed. You and Eddie jolted, sleepily accepting the food and munching in natural silence.

“How are you feeling?” the metal head asked, his stomach feeling heavy with nerves waiting for your response.

Shrugging your shoulders, you swallowed your mouthful of food, “ok, I have a little bit of a headache but I’m sure that’ll go in a bit. Why? Was I really drunk last night? I don’t really remember anything after beer pong” you admitted, hoping that you hadn’t done anything embarrassing. Eddie’s face almost flinched at your revelation and it had you putting down your food, “what… did I do something bad?” you asked worriedly.

Eddie shook his head causing his curls to bounce, “No you didn’t do anything embarrassing, you were absolutely fine, didn’t make the sun rise though”, he tried to smile through the realisation that you didn’t remember anything, more specifically the kiss. He tried to brush off his disappointment, but couldn’t deny how much he wished that everything was different.

Eddie dropped you off at home an hour later, and both of you decided to use today to recover from the heavy drinking and then meet up again tomorrow to do whatever came to mind.

As soon as you saw your best, you dropped onto it and fell asleep for a couple more hours, waking in the early afternoon and feeling a lot more refreshed. The hours ticked and you spent your time showering and generally cleaning up, before Robin called you on the house phone, wanting to discuss last night and she was saddened to hear that you didn’t remember a lot of it.

“Really? I was hoping you would have some gossip to tell your best buddy”, she sighed dramatically on the other end of the phone.

You frowned, twirling the phone lead in your fingers as you asked, “What do you mean gossip? Eddie said I didn’t do anyone embarrassing”. Your friend seemed to go quiet which was very unlike her and you knew something was wrong, “Robin please tell me what I’ve done”.

“It’s not that you did anything embarrassing, it’s just that um… Well… Steve said that when he walked in on you two this morning, you both looked pretty cosy. You were in his clothes, his arms were around you… Steve was hoping there was something to read between the lines”.

You let out a relieved sigh, drunk you hadn’t accidentally done something, it was just the usual gossip that seemed to be discussed every time anyone saw you and Eddie together. “Oh, that! That was nothing, just two friends sharing a bed and being com…fortable…”, your words fizzled out as something seemed to come back to you.

Now that you were actually having to think about specifics, little flashes of the night came back to you. Eddie making you laugh as he found you on the sofa, then nothing, and then you remembered drinking a glass of water and being proud that the glass didn’t fall onto the floor, and then nothing… but then… your lips… you’d definitely kissed someone last night… in the bed that you woke up in with Eddie.

Eddie… You’d kissed Eddie last night, on the mouth…with your mouth… in a more than friendly way.

“Hey? Are you there?”, Robin asked as you stood in silence, staring at a crack in the wallpaper on the wall.

“Sorry, can I call you back?”, you didn’t give her time to answer as you placed the phone back on the receiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, finding it even difficult to swallow but you weren’t sure if it was due to anxiety or excitement. But then, why didn’t Eddie say anything this morning? It was clear that he hadn’t been as drunk as you and remembered everything from the night before so why wouldn’t he say anything?

Before you overthink it, you were pulling on your sneakers and were out of the door, walking with a purpose, the only thing you were sure of was that you needed to get to Eddies and talk to him, even though he lived a 20-minute walk away which involved going through the scary area of the woods, you didn’t care for once.

The length of the trek gave you a little bit of time to really digest what had happened. Of course, you’d wanted something to blossom between you and Eddie for as long as you could remember but always coward out of it at the last second. But now, there was no way you were letting this go, you weren’t even sure what to say to him, the adrenaline that was pumping through your veins was deciding what to do as you continued on, the sun beginning to set through the treeline as the evening hours of the day passed.

Finally, you arrived at the trailer park, with sweat glistening over your face with the speed that you had walked but your arms and legs were chilled due to the cooler evenings due to the time of year, regretting not putting on a jacket before leaving but it was way too late for that as Eddie’s trailer was in your eyeline.

His Uncles truck wasn’t outside so you were thankful for him potentially being at work so he didn’t have to witness this conversation.

Stepping up to the porch door which was closest to Eddie's bedroom, out of breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead, you banged on the door hard as you could hear Eddie listening to his music loudly. What were you even going to say? SHIT, you thought, SHIT SHIT SHIT, maybe you shouldn’t have come over, maybe there was still time to turn back and run away.

But this was not the case as the door handle turned and Eddie opened the front door, his hair in a low ponytail, wearing a Judas Priest t-shirt and his usual ripped black jeans, his face immediately turning into a frown with worry as he saw you at his doorstep. “Sweetheart? What are you doing here? Are you ok? Did you… did you walk here?! Through the woods? You should have called me I would have picked you up, what’s wrong- has something happened?”

Eddie was evidently panicking, you never just turned up on his doorstep, if you wanted to see him, you’d usually call so he could drive and pick you up so a million possibilities were currently going through his head. He stepped out onto the porch, his hands lifting to your shoulders, eyes searching your face and then your arms and legs for any signs of injuries.

Your mouth opened and closed with no idea as to what to say, you could say you were ok and wanted to talk, or maybe bottle it completely and say you wanted to see him. However, neither of these options was what you decided on in the end as you suddenly blurted out, “We kissed!” Eddie’s entire body seemed to freeze, his eyes wide with uncertainty so you continued to babble, “I kissed you on the mouth, with my mouth, we kissed each other, Eddie”.

Finally, he spoke as he said in a low voice, “Yeah, we did”. He let go of your shoulders and you watched him seem to contemplate something for a minute as he wiped a stressed hand over his face before looking at you with a bit more confidence, “Would you like a beer?”

“Uh…no thanks”.

“Ok, well I do so please come in and make yourself at home”, he held the door open for you before shutting it gently and walking through the kitchen/living room area to the fridge, pulling out a beer and drinking half of it before placing it on to countertop, turning to look at you, leaning against the side as he didn’t know what to say.

You stood steps away, suddenly feeling light like a deer in headlights, fingers nervously twisting together due to habit and realising that you were doing it, you shook them. Eddie also noticed, he always noticed everything about you and hated that you were nervous about this sort of conversation, it was one of the reasons he hadn’t told you.

Holding out his hand, he softly said, “Come here, Sweetheart”.

You were thankful for this, closing the gap between the two of you instantly and grasping his hand, feeling him squeeze it and pull you close so that you now stood between his legs and you instantly felt at ease, his touch always seemed to do that. “I don’t really know what to say now I’m here, I remembered what happened and came straight here in a panic, maybe you regretted it or-”

“I’d never regret kissing you”, he responded honestly. Your eyes looked up into his, seeing the sincerity there as his thumb brushed against the back of the hand that he held. The way he was looking at you, like he always did, with the look he only saved for you that made you feel warm and safe and happy.

“I want to do it again”, you admitted under your breath, feeling like there was nothing in the world that mattered more than this conversation, that crossing between friends and more.

Eddie doesn’t say anything in response, he just simply lifts up the hand that was at his side and with his knuckles, he grazed down your cheek with a familiar but intimate touch and as he began leaning forward, you knew his answer.

And yet, when his breath was graced over your lips, you couldn’t help but say, “Eddie, you’re my best friend”.

He paused, a hairbreadth away from your face, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours as he whispered, “You’re my best friend too”.

“I… I don’t think I want to just be your best friend anymore”.

This was all the confirmation that Eddie needed to press his lips and body against yours, standing away from the countertop, both hands cupping your cheeks so that you could feel the coolness of his rings. Your hands had settled on his chest, gripping his shirt for dear life, scared that if you let go, he might disappear.

The kiss deepened almost immediately, both of you leaning into each other as closely as you could, heads tilting and mouths opening further. You moaned as Eddie’s tongue brushed against your upper lip and you willingly reciprocated the touch, his taste bursting over your tongue, most of the beer he’d just drank but something else that was unique to him and you absolutely craved more.

Eddie was feeling just as overwhelmed and yet, thoroughly relieved that this was happening. He had been kicking himself all day having not spoken to you about it before dropping you home and had been back and forth to the phone, dialling your home phone before stopping at the last digit as he lost his confidence. So to see you standing at his door, apart from the initial panic, there was only relief that remained, already deciding that if you weren’t going to mention it, he would reveal what had happened.

But now, here you both were two best friends, finally being able to touch each other the way you’d both been so desperate to do.

Finally decided that Eddie wasn’t going anywhere, your grasp on his shirt loosened so that you could stroke down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt, unsure whether you should dip beneath to feel him further.

It seemed like Eddie was in the same situation as one of his hands was now holding your hip, his fingertips teasing along the edge of your t-shirt. Pulling away from the kiss, Eddie leaned his forehead against yours, giving you both a moment to catch your breaths.

This was where you made the brave decision to take matters into your own hands by taking a step back. Eddie frowned slightly but then you took his hand in yours and began pulling him towards his bedroom and his face immediately brightened, biting his lip as he followed after you.

Through all the times of imagining this exact situation, you’d thought maybe you would be nervous but all that you felt was excitement and anticipation which only fueled your confidence as you pushed Eddie onto his bed and then straddled his lap. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you close as you both began kissing again. Your fingers cupped his jaw, feeling the little prickles of his stubble starting to grow from now shaving today, and then you moved further around his neck to his hair, pulling out the elastic band so you could run your fingers through it.

He groaned at the touch, his skilful fingers now moving beneath your t-shirt, stroking the soft skin of your hips and back, whilst also pulling your hips down so that you could feel the evidence of his arousal. You gasped into his mouth at feeling how hard he was and your veins seemed to hum knowing that it was you who had caused this. Your panties were just as wet as you ground your hips now, rolling them against his to stimulate the two of you.

Dropping your hands to reach over his shoulders, you began to pull on his shirt, needing the material off of his body and thankfully, he soon understood your request and pulled it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. Before kissing him again, you looked down at his chest, something you had seen countless times but now you could actually run your fingers down it, nails scratching lightly over the sprinkling of dark hair in the centre that trailed all the way down to a thin strip that disappeared below his belt.

Your mouth watered at the sight but then his mouth was back on yours, hungrily moving, tongues dancing together, teeth scraping against lips, he was insatiable. You wanted more of him, you wanted everything he had to offer, and you needed to make him feel good, there were so many options but with your arousal and desperation, you just knew you wanted him now.

Pulling back from the kiss once more, Eddie began to taste the skin across your neck, open-mouth kisses along the sensitive areas, nipping on certain parts where you moaned louder. “Eddie that feels so good”.

Eddie hummed at your desperate little whines, needing to hear more of them so without giving you any warning, he placed an arm around your waist and turned the two of you so that you now lay across his bed and he hovered above you. Looking up with wide eyes,  Eddie dipped his head to kiss you once, twice and then his fingers hovered over your short buttons, undoing them with ease. You helped him to pull them down with your underwear, Eddie making quick work to pull your shoes off, and then reached for the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head and onto the growing pile of clothes.

Lying back onto his bed, you now realised just how exposed you were, having gone without a bra today because you had intended on lounging around the house so you were completely nude, save for your white trainer socks. Eddie’s eyes were wide as he looked over your body, to the areas he hadn’t seen before and he almost came right then and there as he groaned, “You’re so fucking beautiful Angel”.

He crawled over your body to peck your lips, then trailed lower, leaving sweet kisses on his journey, over your collarbones, nipping with his teeth to tease and then stopped at your sternum, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, his hair shadowing his face. With his hand, he cupped one of your breasts, squeezing the tissue and holding it in place for this tongue to stroke across your perked nipple, the sensation of warmth blooming instantly in your abdomen.

“Ed-Eddie”, your fingers delved into his thick longs, holding him in place as he moved from one breast to the other, doing something he had been desperate to do for so long.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Sweetheart”, as he finished speaking, he sucked your right nipple into his mouth and then flattened his tongue against the skin. Your back arched into the touch, completely melting into him and his distracting mouth, only then realising that one of his hands was moving lower, grazing over your navel, your bikini line and over your mound, stopping just before moving any further.

“Please Eddie, don’t stop, I want you to touch me”, you sounded desperate but you didn’t care, feeling elated with need.

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart”, he reassured, moving back to hover over your face, making sure he could see your face as he finally stroked his rough fingertip against your clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet, is that just for me?”, he asked with an air of arrogance as of course, he knew this was just for him. You couldn’t form the words as all you could think about were his skilful fingers so you frantically nodded your head, your hands still in his hair, squeezing tighter onto the strands as he idly explored between your legs.

Eddie rested his other arm next to your face, leaning his weight onto it as he continued to stare down at you, watching every gasp and show of pleasure as he circled your bundle of nerves, feeling your hips rotating with his moves, it was a sight he wanted to remember for the rest of his life.

As he applied a little bit more pressure, you arched your back in euphoria, your neck now more exposed and Eddie couldn’t help himself and began to leave open-mouthed kisses up the column of your throat, tasting your skin.

Your fingers relented on their grip on his hair, wishing to instead feel any part of his body, so you reached over his shoulders, grabbing the top of his back, your nails scratching against the skin to hold him there. Eddie groaned deeply in his chest at feeling you mark his body, enjoying the slight sting of pain that came from your scratches.

“Eddie! I want you”, you whined as he continued to tease your entrance, not pushing in just yet but just feeling every part of your cunt.

He once again is hovering over your mouth, “Yeah?” he smirked, his eyes impossibly dark with how wide his pupils were, “I want you too”, he admits, “but I wanna hear your pretty moans first”. Finally, he slipped his middle finger into your soaking hole and your eyes rolled back at getting to feel more of him, chest bumping up into his.

Eddie is completely crowding you into the bed, every part of your body seemed to be touching his as he knelt over you, his finger moving in and out of you, coated in your juices before adding a second finger, his thumb brushing back and forth over your throbbing clit. Clearly, his guitar playing had really given him more skills in other departments because the way he was coaxing you closer to your orgasm at record speed was mind-blowing, you couldn’t even think of words to praise and beg him, just simply held onto him, accepted his kisses and let the pleasure pulse through your body.

“That’s it, Angel, you’re doing so good for me”, he whispered against your cheek as you came, juices soaking his fingers as he stroked against your g-spot until your walls stopped fluttering and gently eased them out. You watched with a blissed expression as he lifted them to his mouth, sucking his fingers and moaning, “You taste so fucking good, and you’re just so pretty when you cum”, his praises made you mewl and pussy clench.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for another kiss, planning on distracting him as your hands explored his chest again, moving lower until you could feel his belt, fumbling to undo it with unsteady fingers. Then you were pushing the material over his hips and thankfully he pushed them lower with his boxers, kicking them off his ankles until he was also completely nude.

This gave you the perfect path to wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it a few times and you were presented with the perfect gift of hearing his moaning. He was bigger than you thought, surprised that he hadn’t boasted about his size before to boost his ego. The skin was soft and warm but his shaft was hard and throbbing, veins bulging along the length as your fingers squeezed as you moved up and down.

“I’ve always wanted to do this too”, you admitted as he closed his eyes, savouring your touch. “Making you moan and throb in my hand”, this made his groan even louder as your unfiltered statement.

You could feel a bead of precum dripping from the tip and before you could spread it around with your thumb, Eddie was easing your hand away from his cock and up to rest above your head, his body beginning to position between yours as lust and excitement hummed in both of your veins.

“Wait Eddie - do you have any condoms? I’m not on any birth control”, you thankfully remembered, sitting up slightly and watching Eddie’s eyes widen.

“Oh shit, yeah hang on, I’ve got one for emergency”, he clumsily lay across your body to reach into his bedside drawer, fumbling through numerous objects before holding up a condom wrapper like it was his pride and joy. “Ah ha! Knew there was one somewhere”, he muttered to himself as he sat back on his heels, tearing the wrapper with his teeth, discarding the foil and then holding the tip of the condom and rolling it down his shaft. Even though it was a normal thing to do, you couldn’t deny, seeing Eddie touching himself whilst rolling in the condom had your pussy clenching and knowing that he was putting it on just to fuck you.

“Come here, big boy”, you say with a grin, holding out your arms for him to crawl back into which he did eagerly but this time he held both of your wrists in one of his hands, above your head, whilst the other helped to position his tip at your hole.

Now there were a little bit of nerves bubbling in your stomach as you looked up at Eddie, who you had lusted over for so long, actually about to fuck you. It seemed he had similar thoughts as he gave you a small smile before leaning down and capturing your lips with his, distracting you from the feelings and replacing them with overwhelming need instead.

Your hips moved closer to his as he finally began to push in, you both gasp, breaking the kiss, foreheads resting against each other, both enjoying the moment but he also made sure to check that you weren’t in any pain as inch after inch slipped into your cunt.

You felt so discomfort though, your overwhelming arousal helping to make it even more enjoyable as you praised, “Feels so fucking good Eddie”.

“Shit!” he grunted as he was fully inside of you now, “you’re going to make me addicted to feeling this and hearing those perfect moans”. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size and then began to do shallow thrusts, building in momentum and depth until you were rolling your hips to try and meet his thrusts did he not hold back.

Eddie fucked you with deep, fast thrusts that had you clawing onto his chest and back for something to hold onto as his face nuzzled into your neck to suck and kiss the sensitive skin. Neither of you said anything other than each other's names, didn’t need to as you both held onto each other, regretting all of the time you’d wasted.

As the tightening in your core intensified you really tried to take in every single detail. The feeling of his thick, cool, metal rings on his fingers that were linked through yours, his freshly-washed, sandalwood hair wash that wafted into your nose where his hair brushed against your cheek, his puffy full lips against your jaw, his chain necklace brushing against your collar bines your nipples brushing against his chest. Then there was below the waist, your thighs being held up by his hairy ones and his cock that was fucking into you causing never-ending pleasure.

It was all you’d ever hoped for as you quickly had time to gasp, “Eddie, your gonna make me cum, I’m so close”.

The bed squeaked with the momentum of his fucking as he increased his speed and Eddie let go of your hands but only so he could hold onto one of your thighs, pushing it further against your chest. His other hand moved to your jaw, holding your head in place as he once again kissed you sloppily, tongues twisting together as he groaned in the back of his throat.

You cried out Eddie’s name against his lips as you came, pussy walls contracting in flutters around his cock and the sensation was too much for him to cope with as he snapped his hips a few times, shouting, “Shit- Sweetheart, yes!” as he too came, his seed filling the condom as he rocked into you both until both orgasms had subsided.

You both stayed like that for a couple of minutes as he lazily kissed along your shoulder before you tilted your head to capture his mouth a few times and then pulled away so he could get up and dispose of his condom. Watching him with an elated grin, your eyes travelled the length of his body as he stood and walked out to the bathroom but you were more concentrating on his back that was covered in your scratches.

Biting your lip to hide the grin, you couldn’t believe that it was actually you leaving those marks on his body, feeling so giddy you could scream but instead, you took a deep breath and decided to sit up yourself, reaching for the closest articles of clothing which just so happen to be Eddie’s shirt and boxers.

Eddie returned a couple of minutes later, completely nude and looking thoroughly prideful as he stopped in the doorway, checking you out just as much as you’d done to him.

“What?” you asked with a shy smile, you were covered now so you weren’t entirely sure what he was staring at.

“You look well and truly fucked, Sweetheart”, he commented, moving over to his drawers to find some new clothes to wear which were just another plain t-shirt and fresh boxers.

“You’re one to talk, have you seen your back?” you teased, watching as he looked into the mirror behind his treasured guitar, turning so he could look over his shoulder and at the marks you’d left on his back. His grin spread cheekily across his face, his dimples appearing as he looked back at you.

“I think I could get used to seeing this”, he admitted with an affectionate tone.

As Eddie got changed into his new clothes, you moved to use the bathroom and then joined him in the living room where he was sat on the couch with the TV on in the background with his opened beer and a fresh one for you. You thanked him as you sat, naturally both reaching for each other as you lift your legs over his lap, his hands massaging your thighs as you both talked more than watch what was on the screen.

Eddie finished the last of his beer and you watched with fascination, your arm over his shoulder, stroking the hair that rested there as you wondered out loud, “Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

He laughs, placing the empty glass onto the table in front of you both before leaning back and looking at you, “You have actually, you told me last night but I thought it was just a drunken comment”.

“No, it definitely isn’t a drunken thing, it’s an always thing, you’re quite the pretty boy Munson”.

“Hmm, your flattery is getting your everywhere with me, Sweetheart”, he leaned in to start kissing you again, distracting the both of you from the noise of the truck pulling up outside.

You weren’t aware Eddie’s Uncle had returned until he was walking through the door and you both rushed to your feet, with a gap between you and beer bottles hiding behind your back but, that was the least of your worries.

“Hi Mr Munson”, you say in a cheerful tone like you always did. Wayne always loved having you around as he often remarked that you ‘Kept Eddie out of trouble’.

Wayne waved tiredly at the two of you having returned home from work, “Hey kids uh-”. He seemed to stop, actually taking you both in, other than the fact he knew there were beers behind your backs that he knew you both stole and drank but, it was more the dishevelled looks, twinkling eyes and swollen mouths, as well as your obvious choice of clothing… none of which were yours.

“Finally…”, he grunted at the realisation you both had seemed to move on from just being friends. Your face warmed as Eddie rubbed the back of his neck as Wayne kicked the door closed and shrugged his jacket off.

“Uh yeah, I feel like we have some explaining to do”, Eddie awkwardly said and you just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

Thankfully Wayne held up his hands, “Don’t wanna know kid, just want you both to be happy and uh… please use protection,  I don’t need any baby Munson’s running around here”.

“Oh my god”, Eddie’s cheeks were bright red as he looked anywhere that wasn’t his Uncle who muttered about having a shower, leaving you and Eddie to laugh and fall back onto the couch into the same position as before, not needing to hide anything now.

“If you think his reaction was embarrassing, could you imagine what all of our friends’ are going to be like?” you say with a shiver.

Eddie audibly groaned, dropping his head back whilst looking at you from the corner of his eyes, “Oh, this is just going to be a whole lot of fun and games, Sweetheart”.

[simpleeindulge]

Yummy🔞

Info: fem/readerxLuffy, implied relationship, MDI, soft food kink, detailed, licking, kissing, cunnilingus, some consensual intercourse🔞

Context: Luffy finds out he has a kink. ‼️Warning: Detailed‼️

……

Luffy didn't know what it was about licking food off your skin that made it taste so good; it just did.

He discovered his new fascination nearly a week ago while spending some time with you. It was an innocent situation; you were curled up in the library with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Sanji had topped your drink with a generous swirl of whipped cream, and some had gotten on your chin.

What Luffy did was something you had done to him countless times. He licked the cream from your chin.

"Ah! Luffy!" You gasped and shivered as you stared in shock at him.

Luffy felt an internal quake as he drew his tongue back into his mouth as he watched you jump while hearing you gasping. The cream tasted better and sweeter, and your reaction made it all the tastier.

He wondered if that's why you would kiss or lick his face when had cream or chocolate on his face. It was a mean trick of you not to share this secret delight with him!

Since that day, Luffy couldn't get the idea out of his mind. Whenever his mind wandered, he thought about other foods that would taste good on your skin. Syrup, chocolate, ketchup, caramel, ice cream...

"What else, what else," He mumbled to him as he fished off the side of the Sunny. "Cheese? Pasta? Meat?"

"Thinking of what you want Sanji to cook?" Robin asked from her chair. She was relaxing in her favorite reading spot and couldn't help overhearing Luffy talking to himself.

Luffy glanced at her and said honestly, "I'm trying to think of foods that would taste good with Y/N's skin."

Robin's expression did not change, and she hummed as she processed what Luffy said.

"You mean, what food would taste good eating off Y/N's body?" She clarified.

"Yeah," Luffy replied as he shrugged. "I've only tried whipped cream so far."

Robin giggled since she knew what Luffy had done to you days ago when you had vented to her.

Sex was something that occurred rarely between you and Luffy. Luffy did enjoy the feeling, but there were other things he enjoyed doing more with you.

So long as Luffy met your minimal needs each month it didn't matter because you had other ways of being intimate with him. But when Luffy licked you, you felt something you didn't expect and the look in his eyes didn't help.

“Well, from what I understand, most people use fruits and cream or chocolate,” Robin said mischievously.

“Not meat?” Luffy said with a pout.

Robin smiled at her captain, and thinking it would help two people she cared about get closer she used her powers to get a magnize from Sanji’s “secret stash.”

“Here, have a look and see if Y/n will be willing to play along,” Robin suggested with a wink.

…

“No! Absolutely not!”

“But Y/N…”

“There is no way I am putting that between my legs!” You shouted as you pointed at the chuck of meat Luffy held up by the bone.”

“Aww, but why?” Luffy pouted.

“Because one, it's weird; two, it’s not sanitary; and three, knowing you, it would be dangerous!” You explained as you crossed your arms.

Luffy sighed and took a bite of his meat and ate it with a sulky look.

“I just wanted to see what else would taste good with you.”

You shivered as you thought about how his tongue had licked the cream clean of your chin. It was a type of intimacy you had yet to experience with Luffy. And lord knows he is food motivated.

It might be fun to try.

You sighed and picked up the can of whipped cream Robin had given you. Somehow, she knew you would need it.

“Luffy, if this is something you want to try, let’s start with something simple.”

You smile and playfully shake the can at him.

Luffy had just taken a bite of his meat and he stared at you wide-eyed. He then swallowed down hard and gave you a huge grin. It was the same grin he always used when he is about to do something he found fun.

“Alright!” He excitedly cried and reached to take the can from you.

You moved it out of the way, saying, “Hold on! There is one rule you have to promise to follow.”

“Huh?” Luffy said as his grin dropped.

“No teeth. If you bite me, I will end you.” You said darkly.

Luffy frowned and said, “It's whipped cream, who bites whipped cream?”

“You would!” I stated loudly. Luffy put up his hands and laughed.

“Shishishi, okay, I promise not to bite you.”

You huffed and then moved to the bed. Your eyes then held his gaze as you removed your top. Luffy watched as you removed your bra and then your panties. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. His eyes became wide pools of black that made you shiver.

He saw you, and though he didn't physically react by blushing, sweating, breathing harder, or licking his lips, you knew he saw you. It was the sudden intensity that told you.

You pulled up your hair and then shook the can as you continued to stare into his eyes. The cool cream made you wince and gasp as you covered the tops of your breasts. You were about to invite Luffy to taste the cream but he was already on top of you.

He moved fast, pushing you on your back as your legs hung over the edge of the bed. Luffy eyed the cream and without being told started licking it off your skin.

“L-Lufffy!”

He didn't slow his movements as his tongue dragged over your skin. When his lips came near a nipple, Luffy sucked it into his mouth, causing your back to arch. A strained whine left your throat, and you saw stars behind your eyes.

He licked and sucked hard, then let the bud pop out his mouth to lick at the cream that hid under and between your breasts.

“Is there more?” Luffy asked as stared down at your glossy skin.

You were panting hard and trying to think. Luffy then spotted the can on the bed and snatched it up.

“Luffy wait!”

Luffy sprayed the cream over your belly. He then ran his tongue over the vulnerable skin and dipped around your belly button. The sensation made your toes curl and your cunt wet. It was hard to breathe and yet it felt amazing as the light tickling sensation sent waves of tantalizing pleasure down between your legs.

Your palms pressed down onto the bed as you lay back and enjoy the treatment you are getting. Luffy hooked an arm under one of your legs and shifted the two of you. You licked your lips as waited for what was about to come next.

Luffy used the rest of the can between your legs. He was about to dig in when you warned him in a honeyed voice, “Luffy, no biting.”

He paused and looked at you with that goofy grin you love so much.

“I know, I know!” Luffy replied with a cheerful laugh.

He then lapped at the white cream like a cat and moaned as your juices added a tang to the sweet taste. His tongue flicked at your clit and then spread over from the bottom of your pussy to the top.

The string of nerves surrounding your pussy pulled tighter and tighter. Your voice became hard to control as Luffy’s tongue swirled and dripped into your core. His mouth would then suck at the sensitive folds and his lips would tease the top of your mount as he search for more cream.

The strained cries you made were nothing but background noise as Luffy feasted on you. And yet, the strings coiled tighter and tighter, ready to launch you into oblivion.

“Ah! Luffy!”

There was no more cream for him to lick but Luffy kept going as he imagined other foods he could eat from here. Bananas, peaches, chocolate, cake, gummy bears, bacon, meat…

“Luffy…Luffy!”

Meat with gravy, syrup, pancakes with syrup? He thought hard as his mouth sucked on you as he became intoxicated by your smell. Something tangy sprayed onto his top lip and he moaned as him licked it into his mouth.

Tangerines, strawberries, melon…

“Luffy! Please…Stop!”

Luffy halted and breathed hard. His eyes glanced at you as your juices still covered his mouth. You were panting just as hard as you tried to relax from the intense orgasm you had just experienced.

He licked his lips clean as he noticed how your body trembled with aftershocks and moved over you without touching.

“Oops, did I overdo it?” Luffy asked, looking concerned and curious.

You smiled at him and lightly laughed then moaned at the tight spasm in your lower belly.

“Only a little, but it felt good.”

“Oh? Will that’s good I guess.” Luffy replied as you stroked his face.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

Luffy licked his lips and let his erection rub against your belly. You gasped and closed your eyes then looked at him.

“Can I? It won't go away and it hurts.”

You breathed and nodded your head. You didn't even bother to tell Luffy to be gentle as he entered you. After what he had just did, he deserved a nice reward.

“Hey…Y/n…” Luffy groaned as he moved at a decent pace into you. “Can we try peaches next time? The kind with syrup juice?”

You let out a delirious giggle as you held onto what little sanity you had left.

“Sure…let’s try it next time…”

Luffy grinned as stored the promise away. He will think about it later, now, he was with you and it was delicious.

He bent and kissed you, pushing his tongue inside to taste your mouth. Yes. Simply, delicious.

[radiosteve]

Call Me At Midnight

Summary: Your friend Steve invites you over for a late night movie. But you don't really like each other that much, right?

Note: Here's a shorter fic based on the song Apple Cider by beabadoobee. Hope you like it!

Warnings: No use of y/n, friends to lovers, a curse word or two?

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader

Word count: 3.1k

The wind rattled brutally against your bedroom window, although you were none the wiser. Instead, you were lying face down in your bed, arms cradling your head as soft snores exuded from your lips. It's not like you meant to fall asleep when you got home from work, but the hours of standing on your feet and making coffees really did you in. So, when you toed off your shoes and laid back in your bed at 6 p.m., you couldn’t help but lose your ongoing battle with consciousness and let your eyes flutter shut. It was nice to get some shut-eye after a long day, even if it was short-lived. 

The telephone on your nightstand rang out, reverberating off the walls and waking you from your slumber. Your hand shot out on instinct, grabbing the receiver to quell the incessant ringing. It finally stopped as you peeled your eyes open and brought the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?” you asked, voice strained and groggy with sleep. You were met with a chuckle on the other end of the line as you ran your hand over your face, attempting to rub the drowsiness from your eyes. It was a warm sound, like a blazing roar in the fireplace that encased the entire room in heat.

“Sorry grandma, didn’t realize you went to bed so early,” the smooth voice of Steve Harrington echoed through the phone. You and Steve had been friends for a while, meeting through Robin and the insanity that was working at Scoops Ahoy. Your eyes drifted to the alarm clock on your nightstand, its face reading 12:01 a.m. 

“Don’t grandma me. It's after midnight, which is a perfectly reasonable hour to be asleep,” you defended yourself, throat still hoarse as you slowly withdrew from your sleep-induced haze. “Why’d you call anyways?” you asked bluntly, wanting to cut to the chase and wondering why you were awoken.

“Wanted to know if you’d come over and watch The Princess Bride. I know you’ve been dying to see it and I finally snagged a copy from work,” Steve said, brushing his sweaty palms against his jeans. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous about asking you to come over. It's not like this would be a date, and he didn’t even like you that much, right? You considered his offer, going back and forth between how late it was and how much you wanted to watch The Princess Bride. The latter won. 

“Alright, I’ll be there in ten. But just know, I’m coming over for the movie, not you,” you shrugged on a sweater, struggling to keep the phone to your ear as you did. It was your favorite sweater, a forest green cable knit that was soft to the touch. Steve had complimented it once, said that it looked good on you, and from then on you found yourself wearing it more and more, though you didn’t like to read into why.

“Noted. See you soon, grandma,” Steve spoke through the phone, a smirk that you couldn’t see dancing on his lips. He hung up just in time to hear your groan from the other end, which only encouraged his smile to stretch further. 

The drive to Steve’s house never took very long, usually the duration of a song and a half from whatever pop station your radio was tuned to at the time. Steve’s house was dark when you arrived, no light seeping through the cold, empty window panes. It almost made you question if he was actually home, though you knew he was. The driveway remained empty too, save for Steve’s car, indicating that his parents were off on another business trip without him. Your car pulled up behind Steve’s in the driveway, the sound of some Tears For Fears song cutting off as you came to a stop and turned off the engine. You took a moment before getting out, trying to control the butterflies that suddenly bubbled up in your stomach. It’s just Steve. A loud thump startled you from your thoughts. Turning towards the window you found Steve knocking on it with a blanket wrapped around his head and shoulders.

“The hell are you doing?” you asked, getting out of the car and closing the door behind you. He looked like a baby swaddled in a blanket, the soft material obscuring his voluminous hair.

“E.T. phone home,” he outstretched his hand with his index finger jutting out towards you. It was his typical goofy Steve antics and you couldn’t let him know how much you enjoyed it. It’d go straight to his fluffy-haired head.

“Fuck off,” you smacked his hand away with a smile, walking towards the steps that led to the front door. Steve trailed behind you snickering to himself while his eyes drifted down your figure. He’d moved the blanket down from his head, letting it hang over his broad shoulders instead. His hair was disheveled, brown locks wildly out of place. It made you want to run your hands through his hair, tug on its strands, and bring him closer, hovering your lips close to his. But you didn’t.

With the turn of the knob, you opened the door, snapping your thoughts back to their regularly scheduled programming. You migrated to the couch across from the TV, taking a seat on its soft cushions while Steve disappeared to the kitchen.

“Want some apple cider? I just got it from the farmers market this morning,” Steve called out to you, catching the nod of your head that just barely peeked over the couch. The two of you bonded over your shared love of apple cider, ignoring Robin’s protests of how it was too appley, whatever the hell that means. You stood up, inserting the tape into the VCR and prepping the movie while Steve grabbed the snacks. He returned as the previews began to play, setting two glasses of apple cider and a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. 

You’d expected him to sit down then and join you on the couch. But he didn’t, wandering off back into the kitchen. You refocused your attention on the TV, watching a preview for a movie that you’d already seen so you seemed less interested in what Steve was doing. It was then that his head popped up next to you. Steve’s face was close to yours, only inches apart, as he leaned over the back of the couch to face you. You could smell his shampoo, its distinct scent reminding you of fruit punch.

“Left or right?” he asked and your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, unwilling to comply with whatever he was doing until you knew more.

“Just choose,” Steve insisted and you rolled your eyes. You studied him, searching for a sign of which one to choose. After a moment, you gave up and turned your head back towards the screen.

“Right,” you spoke confidently and a pack of Skittles dropped in your lap no more than a second later. Steve hopped over the back of the couch, landing in the spot next to you with a thump. He had a pack of Reese’s Pieces in his hand, tearing the wrapper open and shoving a handful in his mouth. You raised a brow and Steve chuckled, the sound made you want to laugh too.

“You chose the right side. That’s what was on the right,” Steve shrugged, looking away from you, unable to maintain eye contact while he lied. The Skittles were originally in his left hand, but Steve knew they were your favorite, so he switched them at the last second.

“Thanks, Stevie,” you nudged him with your shoulder, a small smile encasing your lips as you opened the candy. It was as if the world had stopped when you smiled, or at least it did for Steve. He’d do anything for you if it meant he got to see the wide stretch of your mouth pointed in his direction. Steve let his gaze linger on you for a moment, only redirecting his eyes away when the movie started.

The movie played, invoking giggles and gasps from both of you. As you swooned over Westley and Buttercup’s romance, Steve couldn’t help but swoon over you. His hazel eyes never strayed from you for too long as he pushed down the overwhelming urge to brush your hair from your face and kiss you. To live out a fantasy romance of his own where he could spend his days trying to save you. Steve could deny it all he wanted, but it was getting harder to hide that he did like you, that he always liked you.

The credits rolled and you immediately knew that The Princess Bride was your new favorite movie. It was perfect and everything you could have hoped for. The fact that Steve had been the one to watch it with you in no way affected that decision, right? Steve stood up, distracting you from the pull of your thoughts. He ejected the VHS tape and put it back into the case. It was then that you noticed how late it was, catching sight of the clock on the wall behind Steve and the television.

“Shit, it’s late. I should probably go,” you rose to your feet, shuffling to grab your empty glass of apple cider and discarded candy wrappers. 

“Wait,” Steve stopped you, his voice almost panicked. He didn’t want you to leave, didn’t want the night to end. “You could stay over. I don’t think you should be driving so late,” he suggested, hoping it would convince you to stay. Truthfully, you didn’t want to leave, so when Steve made his offer you easily accepted. Steve led you upstairs where you dug through his dresser drawer to find a shirt and a pair of sweatpants you had left the last time you stayed over.

You shut the door to Steve’s bathroom, ignoring the jitters that ran through you. It’s just Steve, why were you so flustered? Granted, Robin was usually there too when you stayed over at Steve’s house. So the idea of staying alone at Steve’s felt new and exciting. It was like finally being allowed to do whatever you wanted, no watchful eyes lurking over your shoulder. 

Steve was sitting on his bed when you emerged from the bathroom in your makeshift pajamas. Even in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, you still stole the air from Steve’s lungs, momentarily ceasing his breathing. Steve had changed too, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and bare chest exposed to the cool night air.

“Where am I sleeping?” you asked, setting your clothes down on top of Steve’s dresser and hoping you wouldn’t forget them in the morning. You restrained yourself from letting your eyes drift to Steve’s shirtless figure, his chest hair taunting you with its curling tendrils from across the room.

“There’s a guest room down the hall,” Steve couldn’t help but notice the twinge of sadness that encompassed your expression when he spoke, one that he shared internally. “Or you could sleep in here. The house is kind of creepy at night,” Steve added, giving you a way in, an excuse to share a bed with the brown-haired boy. 

“I’ll uh, I’ll just sleep in here then if you’re okay with that,” you spoke approaching Steve’s bed to join him where he sat. He nodded, ensuring you that he was indeed okay with sharing his room with you for the night. Honestly, he’d be more than okay to share his room with you every night.

The two of you laid back in Steve’s bed, making no argument about one of you sleeping on the floor. It was no use, and you both knew you’d just end up sharing the bed anyway. Steve flicked off his lamp as you pulled the bed sheets up to cover your shoulders.

It was late and you were tired, but the warmth that radiated off of Steve kept your mind alive, incapable of drifting off. He was like a fire that burned just for you, flames flickering in the cool night to make your skin slick with sweat. It didn’t help that the fruit punch smell from Steve’s shampoo was laced into the fabric of the pillowcase underneath your head, filling each inhale with the overwhelming scent of the boy that you tried to deny liking.

You turned to Steve, unable to feign sleep any longer, eyes searching his side profile. It was unclear what you were looking for, even to yourself, but you still felt drawn to him. Steve, who couldn’t sleep either, felt your eyes on him, invoking a smirk to uplift the corners of his mouth as his eyes opened. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Steve teased, turning to meet your gaze, his hand laid under his cheek, flat against his pillow. You let out a sarcastic laugh at his joke, eyes narrowing in faux anger.

“It’s kind of weird being here without Robin,” you spoke softly, still letting your gaze drift over Steve. His brow furrowed at your words, worry washing over him. Did you not want to be here with just him?

“What do you mean?” Steve shifted in his spot, tucking an arm under his pillow, smoothing its edge to better see you.

“She fills in the gaps with her little rambles,” you answered, unable to hide the fond smile that stretched your lips at the thought of your talkative friend. Steve hummed in agreement, reminiscing over Robin’s inability to stop talking when she should.

A silence settled over the two of you, only accentuating your point. But it was comfortable and pleasant, leaving you to swallow the air that passed between the short distance from each of your lips. Steve glanced at your hair then, admiring the way it spread across the pillow, his pillow.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you shot back, repeating Steve’s own words from earlier after noticing his prolonged stare. You expected Steve to shift his eyes then, settle his gaze on some object across the room. The last thing you expected was for him to reach out, to run his thick fingers through the tangled strands of your hair. You sunk into his touch, feeling the gentle scratch of his nails against your scalp. A sigh fell from your lips, soft and shallow as if you were barely breathing at all.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your hair?” he asked, voice calm and quiet, hardly audible despite the silence in the air. You shook your head, suddenly incapable of forming words. “Well, I do,” his hand rested there for another moment before dropping down, finding your hand that rested on the mattress. Steve laced his fingers with yours and you could’ve sworn that your skin tingled at the feeling. The brush of his hand against yours, ridged fingerprints pressed to the back of your palm.

“Steve,” his name escaped your lips in a whisper, the silence emphasizing the crack of your voice. You said his name like it was your favorite word, like you’d never speak any other name again. He simply kept his gaze on you, unwavering and surprisingly calm given how fast his heart was beating in his chest. “What are you…” you began, letting your question hang in the air. You didn’t want to break the moment, but you were desperately curious about Steve’s sudden shift in behavior.

“I just-” Steve breathed out, his voice shaking with nerves. “I just really like talking to you,” he finished, and your heart swelled within your chest as a feeling of anticipation filled you. You read between the lines, taking Steve’s words for what they truly meant, not just what he said. It was like seeing the sun peek through the clouds, making your first friend in kindergarten, hearing the final ring of the bell on the last day of school. It was the hope, the realization, that maybe Steve liked you too.

“I like talking to you too, Stevie,” you inched closer, Steve’s hand still wrapped around yours. You looked up at him, doe-eyed and hopeful. If there was ever a chance, then this was it. Steve observed you, admiring the flutter of your lashes as you blinked, the plush of your lips, the curve of your cheeks. 

He wanted to kiss you, and he was starting to get the feeling that you wanted to kiss him too. So he put on a brave face, leaning in ever so slowly, giving you a chance to pull away if this wasn’t what you wanted. God, Steve hoped you didn’t pull away. You didn’t, meeting Steve halfway as his breath fanned your face, his lips ghosting over yours.

A gasp expelled from within your chest as Steve finally closed the gap, brushing his lips fiercely against yours. He swallowed your gasp, relishing in the feeling he craved since he first met you. His lips were soft, the lingering taste of apple cider invading your taste buds as he slipped his tongue against yours. You melted into Steve, your body now flush with his. One of his hands cradled your face while the other untangled from yours, snaking around to pull your hips closer to his. It was a bruising kiss, one you never wanted to pull away from.

But then you started laughing, your teeth bared in between kisses with the uptick of your lips. Steve couldn’t help but reciprocate your giggles until the two of you broke apart, foreheads pressed together as your chuckles broke through heavy breaths.

“What’s so funny?” Steve finally managed to get out, his hands still caressing your skin. His soft gaze held you comfortably in place, keeping you right where you wanted to be. 

“Didn’t think I liked you that much,” you spoke with an air of levity in your tone. The repressed feelings you had for the boy beside you, your friend Steve, finally coming to light. Steve’s smile only grew, his fingers dancing across your cheeks in a gentle stroke of your skin.

“I didn’t think I liked you that much either,” he shrugged, and you wanted to laugh. You were two fools, hopelessly and desperately pushing aside your feelings for no good reason. Steve liked you and you liked him, it was as simple as that. It made you think about all the time you both wasted, all the kisses you could’ve shared. So you dove back in, sinking into the plush of Steve’s lips once more. And he welcomed you warmly, swallowing your shallow moans as he thought about how lucky he was that you accepted his midnight invitation.

[rustboxstarr]

Modern Eddie Munson headcons pt2

Thank you to @strangerthings64 for the request for pt 2!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), porn. Inapropriate jokes/dirty jokes, allusions to men being disgusting (well they always are) on public transport

Masterlist

🚬 This bitch will go my precious in a Gollum voice while tapping his fingers when you take your top off.

🚬 will send you 10 minutes worth of snapchat videos and get cut off mid sentence then proceed to complain about it in the next.

🚬Eddie Munson HATES pop and hip hop, but once he starts dating you he’s conflicted because he hates the basicness of it and the people who listen to it, but watching you twirl around with Robin drunk and in your element on the dance floor looking so mother fucking sexy swerving your hips in circles to Hey Mickey! By Baby Tate he’s starting to wonder if he might appreciate live stream hip pop.

🚬 Will scroll through Instagram forgetting you’re on a call or on FaceTime with each other and suddenly starts singing incredibly off key to whatever playing on his Google nest.

🚬Facetimes you while he’s cooking and you have to endure watching him shriek and scurry away from the frying pan when hot oil hits his skin.

🚬 Refuses to show his Spotify stats when the group went through theirs because he discovered Woman by Doja Cat had earned the top 6th place.

🚬His whole tiktok is just a bunch of bullshit, like he will be sat next to u scrolling tiktok and suddenly start pissing himself with laughter and showing u this

🚬 FUCKING binges top gear, especially when high.

🚬When this mf gets drunk he’s handsy, ALL OVER HANDS, dudes hands are grabbing your ass, squeezing your titties, pulling your hair cuz he thinks it’s funny all while you’re tryna fight him off you.

🚬 Tried to pick you up once while hammered. He can’t pick you up for very long normally cuz u heavy and this bitch skinny and gangly as fuck but once he gets alcohol in his system. “Eddie you can’t carry me!” “Liquid strength�� he motions to his drink “that’s now how it works!” Proceeded to wrap his hands around your thighs, he managed to carry you for a whole second where he was whooping and practically screaming I told you so before loosing his balance and toppling you both onto the floor. Stuck between the end of the couch and a lazy boy.

🚬 On public transport he will sit in the outer edge so you’re against the window and no one can accidentally braze past you. If the bus is full and you’re standing he’ll fucking corner you so no one can accidentally or purposely cop a feel.

🚬Sent a video once on Snapchat where he’s talking with a cigarette in his mouth, and the he dropped it and it burned a hole in the crotch of his jeans.

🚬 No doubt will buy dog leashes and cut the fabric off to use the chains as accessories (totally don’t do that myself…)

🚬 licks your face, need I say more?

🚬took a picture of you bent over tying your boots and drew in a stick figure behind you, he wrote tappin dat ass and posted it to his story

🚬Eddie Munson has instagram, but never posts, but when you finally wear him down he posts the UGLIEST photos of u, his profile picture is you covered in pimple patches with your hair in a fucking mess, two straws sticking out your nose

🚬Watched a porn video the night before you came over, then when you were set to leave in his van his phone automatically connected to Bluetooth while the FAKEST moans bellowed out of the tinny speakers.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Tim Joins the BatFam Early Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo - Rated G

it starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated T

Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?” And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.” [Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]

An (almost) Foolproof Lie by HiddenDreamer67 - Rated T

“No, they don’t leave me totally alone.” Tim hurriedly explained. “My neighbor Bruce Wayne looks after me.” Batman stared at him for a long while. “Bruce Wayne.” He parroted slowly. (A young Tim Drake gets kidnapped by Falcone. When Batman rescues him, Tim tells Batman that Bruce Wayne is his temporary guardian. Oddly enough, Batman isn’t fooled by this perfect cover story.)

Anton Syndrome by Anonymous - Rated M

Tim's parents have been away for six months and counting—the longest he's ever been left alone at one time—and it's starting to have some unpleasant side effects. Luckily, he has a solution. OR, the one where Tim attempts prostitution to cure his touch starvation. His plan goes wrong pretty much from step one, but it all works out for the better.

I'll Stand By You by TaraLaurel - Rated T

"I'm not going to ask you why you're out here, kid," Jason nods. "That's your business and you don't know me or Dick to trust us." Not true. Tim trusts Jason Todd and Dick Grayson with his life. Just not with, the other stuff. "But," Jason continues, "if you want to tell me what got you here, or you just want to talk about anything, you can, with me. Dick too. He's an annoying ray of sunshine that won't ever shut up most of the time, but he is actually a good listener. I'd know." OR When Tim's parents find out Tim's secret, they kick him out. Now, on Thanksgiving, Tim is living on the streets and is thankful for the two strangers currently saving him from getting his face pounded into the pavement. Wait...those aren't strangers...

Just a Typical Monday Morning by Writer_loves_tropes - Rated T

There are three things in life that Timothy Drake knows for sure. One, Tim is the greatest retro Guitar Hero player in the world (even if the wonderful people at the Guinness Book of World Records won’t rightfully acknowledge this fact). Two, Tim is allergic to walnuts. He’s convinced his parents that he’s allergic to spinach too because he hates it. He’s pretty sure when his parents find out, they’re going to make him eat spinach casserole for dinner for a whole week as punishment. And the third thing Tim knows for sure? He’s sure that on this typical Monday morning, the entire Gotham High School thinks Timothy Jackson Drake is Robin, Batman’s vigilante sidekick. A random locker check and the real Robin stashing his suit in Tim’s locker is all it took to turn Tim’s typical Monday morning into one of the craziest Mondays of his life.

Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding - Rated G

Well-behaved boy (10) is looking for big brother (11-15). Must meet up with me three times a week, for at least two hours each. Overall duties include helping me with homework, playing videogames with me, and showing me how to play catch. 10$ per hour. Tim, lonely and in desperate need of company, decides that if his parents are not going to give him a sibling, he's going to hire one instead. Luckily, Jason Todd-Wayne shows up in the nick of time.

Holy security breach, Batman! by destiny919 - Rated G

Janet finally shoos him away towards the hors d'oeuvres or drinks table with the tacit understanding that she doesn't want to see him again until the end of the gala. And probably not even then, it wouldn't be the first time the Drakes forgot to take him home with them and Tim had to discreetly call an Uber before the host noticed and made Tim embarrass his parents. For this gala, however, he almost hopes they forget him again, because tonight Tim has a plan. They're at Wayne Manor, and Tim is going to find the Batcave.

wrong number by adelfie - Rated G

There’s a few rings, then the phone picks up. “Wayne Residence.” That’s funny, Tim thinks, Mrs. Mac doesn’t sound like herself. -- On a hot July evening while home alone, eight-year-old Tim gets a fever. He means to ask Mrs. Mac for help — but ends up accidentally calling Alfred Pennyworth. Somehow, even in sickness, he wins all the hearts of the Wayne family in one fell swoop.

assaulting existence with improbability by destiny919 - Rated T

"Where's Batman?" the kid demands. "We need to show him." Jason decides to go with the easy question. "Show him what?" The kid gives him an incredulous look. "Proof you didn't kill Garzonas, what else?"

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home by motleyfam - Rated T

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober Day 22

Dick Grayson + Spit/Drool

I can’t believe I’ve written 22 things of smut at this point, how did I get here. Why did I write this? I don’t know. Enjoy.

Kinktober list.

-          You and Dick Grayson did not get along, at all. Always butting heads and giving each other stinkeye. You had both been placed on the titans team, him as Robin and you as Green Arrows second sidekick alongside Roy.

-          As you grow older your rivalry with Dick goes from petty childhood arguments, to painting each other’s weapons bright pink, putting glitter in the others suits, “misplacing” documents the other needed and alike.

-          One thing you both had in common was how your relationships with your mentors kinda went to shit. Though unlike Dick you never really regained any kind of relationship with Oliver outside of a professional one when it came to hero work.

-          Roy and you were like brothers since you had both been with Oliver at the same time, and your brother from another mother could just not understand why you despised Dick so much.

-          He had listened to you rant about the boy wonder so many times, about how arrogant and cocky he was. He had watched you almost ripping out your hair because of your frustrations with the other man.

 -          You had left the league when you were younger, shortly after you were dumped by Oliver. You had been so angry you had left fuming and not looked back.

-          You still rarely worked with the league years later, still feeling some anger at how they had just allowed Oliver to throw you out like that. None of them had even tried talking to you over all these years.

-          It was first when you had started to make a name for yourself as a less than friendly vigilante that any of them searched you out. And that was only because you had nothing against killing and were hanging around the likes of Deathstroke and Lady Shiva.

-          Deathstroke and Lady Shiva had become somewhat of mentors to you. You already knew how to use a bow and arrow, so they taught you many other weapons and ways of fighting, though you still preferred the bow.

-          When you returned to the hero world you had worn a mask and rarely spoke, and it took Roy recognizing your way of pulling and shooting an arrow to figure out who you were. The two of you hadn’t spoken in a long time but your brotherhood continued on with no problem.

-          You still hated Dick Grayson though, an argument breaking out between the two of you not even 15 minutes after you had seen each other again for the first time in years.

 -          Your rivalry like relationship continued on like before everything, though you had both cut down on the pranks and were just passive aggressive towards each other. Everyone in the league knew not to place Nightwing anywhere near you, as you weren’t part of the league and told them to suck it when they tried to give you orders.

-          You had set up shop for a short while in Bludhaven because of a contract to stalk out and slowly take out a list of people over multiple months. It paid enough money that you weren’t gonna question the motive, money was money to you.

-          To your extreme annoyance it turned out Dick went to the same gym as you, and he looked like he was gonna start another fight the moment you spotted each other across the gym, but he thought better of it and left you alone.

-          It was a 24-hour gym, which was great since you worked out during the night, turns out that’s also what Dick tended to do. Unluckily for you both, no one else seemed to want to work out past midnight meaning you two were alone most of the time.

-          Something happened between you both during the workouts, you both checked the other out in more than just a sizing up kind of way. You started to wear looser sleeveless shirts, showing off your muscles. And Dick started wearing shorter and tighter shorts, showing off that famous ass of his.

 -          Whatever it was that was growing between you, it seemed to boil over one day. It started after Dick showed up in shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and you were working out shirtless, scars from your lifestyle on display.

-          You could feel him taking in your torso, like he could feel you looking over his legs and behind. For some reason an argument broke out between you, and soon you were standing chest to chest, faces a few inches apart as you growled at each other.

-          Something snapped inside you and soon you had Dick up against a wall, tongue shoved into his mouth and hand gripping his chin to hold him in place as you devoured him.

-          You half expected him to deck you across the face and send you flying, but instead he fisted your hair and pulled you closer, his tongue curling against your own until spit was pooling up and dripping down your chins.

-          Wrenching away from him, a string of spit followed between the tips of your tongues. Wiping the back of your hand over your mouth you told him you were going to the showers, leaving it up to him to understand what you meant.

-          It didn’t take long for you to hear him follow close behind you, the vigilante panting softly from your earlier kissing.

 -          You reached the changing rooms first and immediately started undressing, throwing your workout clothes carelessly to the side and made your way into a stall, one of those ones with curtains around them.

-          Soon Dick followed you inside and you didn’t let him even get a word in before you shoved him chest first against the wall, immediately dropping to your knees behind him as you grabbed his cheeks and pulled them apart.

-          Dick moaned and arched his back to press his hips further back, a groan leaving him as you spat a drop of spit on his hole before leaning in to drag your tongue over it. He grew hard quickly as you slobbered all over his hole, spit gathering until it started dripping down onto the floor underneath you.

-          You were quick to get fingers inside him and stretch him open, moving faster than you normally would with a partner, but this wasn’t a pleasant night after a date, this was years of frustration having built up until you both snapped.

-          Since you had no access to lube you made sure to get as much spit as you could in and around his hole, using it to ease the way for your fingers.

 -          When Dick was as stretched as you could get him in such a short time you got to your feet and spat into your palm before rubbing it all over your own erection. Grabbing onto his shoulder you pushed him further into the wall as you used your other hand to lead your cock into his hole.

-          You both groaned as you pressed inside, the lack of lube making the action burn to a certain degree. Gathering spit in your mouth you spat it down where the two of you were connected to help ease the way more, giving a couple of quick short thrusts to spread the spit.

-          When you were fully inside you leant in until your chest was resting against Dicks back and started moving your hips as a fast and rough pace, a wet squelching filling the room alongside the sound of your hips meeting his ass and your noises of pleasure.

-          Dicks jaw dropped as he almost screamed when you rammed right against his prostate. You were quick to shove your fingers into his mouth, the other man wrapping his tongue around them as he started sucking on them like they were your cock.

-          Spit gathered in his mouth and spilled past, down your hand and wrist and dripping down his chin. Dick was struggling to swallow all the drool in his mouth as you kept fucking him, your pace not letting up as your hips shoved him harder into the wall.

 -          As you could already feel your orgasm growing close, you removed your hand from Dicks mouth and used the now spit covered appendage to wrap it around the other man’s hardness. Dick let out a throaty moan as you immediately started jerking him off in the same pace as your hips hammered away at him.

-          Shoving in as deep as possible you came, making sure to get as much of your cum as you could inside the other man, wanting to paint him with as much as you seed as possible. You never let up your wrists movements and soon Dick came too, white spurting out of him and hitting the wall in front of him.

-          You didn’t wait for him to gather himself before pulling out, watching as his hole clenched around nothing and white dribbled out. Rolling your eyes at your rival you gathered more spit in your mouth and spat on his hole, watching as Dick gave a full body jerk and moan at the action.

-          Dick gasped as you pat one of your palms against his ass and told him to clean up before leaving, his legs still feeling uneasy as his rival left him there, dripping and dirty. He could hear you use another shower to clean up, and it was only after you seemed to have left to get dressed that he started cleaning himself up.

-          As Dick came out of the shower to dry off and get dressed, you shot him a shiteating grin before leaving and he knew he would have to get you back for this. Smirking to himself as he pulled on his boxers, he knew he could barely wait to see you again.

[underoossss]

the way you move - s.h. - part 4

pairing: ballerina!reader x jock!steve harrington

warnings: none, just two pining idiots

1.6 words

an: sorry this took longer than I thought but we’re getting so close to the ending I’m so excited for lol these two need to stop dancing around each other and KISS but we’ll get there soon enough.

part 3

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The sound of conversation and scraping cutlery floats around you along with the classic smell of fresh fries. The booth’s leather is shiny under the fluorescent lights and the cozy spot at the far side of the diner gives you the perfect view of the street outside through chilled glass and the customers talking by the register to the left. It’s warm, lively, and comfortable; you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening. Especially with your friends around you and the setting sun outside. Steve’s basketball team won their game tonight against the visitor team, so naturally you’re celebrating his victory with a greasy dinner before going to the cinema.

Robin and Nancy sit close to each other in the booth in front of you, looking happy and excited as they ask question after question. Steve sits next to you, his arm above your shoulder as it rests on the booth behind you, drawing you closer to him by the maddening yet fain smell of his cologne. As if your feelings aren’t enough, he had to flood your senses by proximity too.

To anyone walking by it, the scene at the table would look like a double date, but you know in your heart that it’s not. The reality is simple, no matter how much you want him to be, Steve isn’t your boyfriend. Lately you don’t really know what he is exactly, with how much affection he shows you and the way it has increased in doses since last Saturday. Friends don’t hold each other like he did, maybe best friends do, but they definitely don’t wipe your tears away or kiss your forehead as tenderly as Steve had. Yet he hasn’t said anything that may hint he wants to be something more, leaving you wondering if it’s all in your head. You really hope not.

Robin’s laughter makes your mind go back to the present, and if you subconsciously lean closer to Steve you pretend to not notice. Your two friends in front of you arrived from New York in the morning to visit their family and see Steve’s basketball game, and to show they are the epitome of a perfect couple. They balance each other out, and together they’ve become the best version of themselves; not to mention their new life in the city has suited them well. They don’t want to talk much about that yet though, instead asking question after question about Steve’s certificate, your university classes, and ballet. They want to catch up as much as they can before they leave on a redeye tomorrow, which seems fair as you’re now many miles away.

When you first met Robin and Nancy, you’d been apprehensive and frankly very scared. You knew how much Steve cared about them, so you wanted to get along with them because you cared so much about Steve. It’s something they seemed to notice right away, and all the pieces fell perfectly into place. You built a good dynamic before they left for New York shortly after you met them, and it’s been only you and Steve in Indianapolis ever since –except for the long phone calls the four of you share now and then.

“So, practice for the play is going well?” Nancy asks, stealing some of Robin’s strawberry milkshake. “We haven’t heard anything new since you told us auditions would be opening soon for the Nutcracker.”

You inevitably get teary-eyed but shake your head and the bittersweet feeling away. No reason to still be hung up about that. “I didn’t get the part I wanted but it’s going really well.”

“Oh no,” Robin’s shoulders sag as a shocked look comes across her face. Her and Steve exchange a look that can only mean Is she okay, so you hurry to speak again. The last thing you want is to rehash the ugly feelings from last week.

“It’s all good though, the girls that I’m dancing with are really nice.” You stress, hoping to reassure Robin. “I’m getting the costume fitted tomorrow, I’m excited.”

Nancy frowns and looks at Robin, like they know your optimism isn’t 100% genuine. “We’re sorry you didn’t get to be the lead, though.” She says reaching out and squeezing you hand. “We’ll try to come see the play, I think some of our classmates are driving through here for Christmas.”

“Who got it instead.” Robin asks, not helping herself and looking around. But there are no ballet dancers around you, so you shrug and give her the name.

“Ugh, Agatha.” Steve says with distaste. “Not only is she rude to you, she got the role.”

You chuckle at Steve’s petty tone and look up at him briefly, love bubbling under your skin. “Stevie, it’s okay.” He rubs your arm up and down in response and pulls you close to his side as you turn towards Nancy and Robin again. “Thanks guys but I’ve made peace with it. Stevie says he’s gonna tell everyone I’m the lead.”

Robin snorts and Nancy rolls her eyes, “Yeah, that sounds like you, dingus.”

“She’s gonna be so good they’ll think she’s the lead anyway. We have to cheer really loud and everyone will believe us.” Steve’s voice is so full of confidence you can image the beautiful smile on his face as his eyes burn the side of your face.

Nancy shakes her head, trying to understand Steve’s logic and it makes you laugh, which seems to be what Steve was aiming for. You look up at him in wonder for a second, feeling affection run through your veins and flooding you whole body just by looking at him. Even in the fluorescent lights his cheeks have their characteristic rosy color, and his eyes look as beautiful as ever, especially with the dark green sweater he’s wearing that makes them pop. Then he goes and makes the feeling worse by smiling and sending a knee weakening wink your way.

You’re grateful when he looks away after a second, glad that he gives your heart a time out. There’s only so much yearning it can take. A moment later of staring at his profile, you risk a look back at your friends only to regret it instantly. Nancy is giving you a knowing look that you don’t have time to ignore because a server arrives with your orders. Thankful beyond words for the interruption, you say “Okay, we can officially celebrate Stevie’s win.”

The four of you keep talking between mouthfuls of burgers and chicken strips you make everyone swear not to tell Madame Laverne about. Nancy and Robin finally start answering your own questions about their journaling and creative writing programs in the big city. They indulge you with funny stories their roommates have dragged them into, retelling their hunt for the best yet cheapest coffee shop, and all the odd places where they’ve found rats. Food gone and sky darkening 45 minutes later, Steve stands up and insists on paying the bill.

You knew it would happen but startle anyway when Robin leans close and ambushes you with questions. “What is going on here? Do you have some news you have to tell us?”

 “No?” Your answer sounds more like a question to your ears after you urge Robin to keep quiet.

Nancy rolls her eyes in both exasperation and fondness. “Honey you both look like lovesick puppies, it’s like you’re going to kiss any second now.”

“You’re one to talk, when I met you both…”

“We were already together, which is why I need to know if you’ve told Steve yet!” Robin whispers, eyebrows doing acrobatics in anticipation to your answer. “I swear he looks like he’ll die if he can’t kiss you soon.”

You look away and chuckle awkwardly as your entire body lights up at the idea. “I mean you know how I feel so I wouldn’t complain if that happened. But no, I haven’t told him.” Your two friends had spotted you crush on Steve from miles away upon your first meeting. The teasing is incessant but you’re grateful for their support –and discretion.

“But if you feel that way, why don’t you make it happen?” Robin insists, sinking back into the red booth in defeat. “It’s so clear that Steve’s in love with you.”

You go to deny her statement but stop short when you see Steve approach. He smiles at you when he catches your eye and makes your heart stall inside your chest then start back up ten times quicker than before. Still, despite the nervous frenzy you’re in, you smile inevitably because… Steve makes you happy beyond words and you know how worried he’s been ever since you didn’t get your dream role, there’s nothing you want more than to put him at ease. You’re with him, of course you’re okay.

“Ready to go, beautiful?” Steve asks you then looks at his friends, “We’re going to miss the movie if we don’t leave.”

When all of you nod to agree he extends his hands and helps you out of the booth, his warm touch making electricity course from your point of contact to your heart. Even more so when he pulls you close to his side once outside in the winter night. “You sure you don’t want my jacket? It’s colder than usual tonight.”

You look up at Steve, smiling softly at his ever-present caring nature. “Everything’s perfect right now.” Your voice is light and gives away your emotion, and it makes Steve smile once more.

“Let me know, though.” He says and you can only nod, leaning your head on his shoulder until you get to his car.

 What if Robin is right? What if you can just lean up and kiss Steve and feel him kiss you back immediately? But what if you’re all wrong and it ends your friendship? No, you can’t do that until you’re certain Steve feels the same way. But how will you know?

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part 5

reblogs are super appreciated

masterlist

[batsythoughts]

Soulmate Au with Dick Grayson where the last words they specifically say to YOU are on your wrist. THIS IS HURT/NO COMFORT! There will be no happy ending, so suffer with my thoughts!

'I understand.'

Those are the words that have been on Dick Grayson's wrist since the moment he was born

His parents told him it was most likely going to be said at the end of a long and happy life with his soulmate

When he became Robin, he worried it would be a one time interaction with a citizen before he wasn't able to save them

But when he became Nightwing, he stopped worrying about it and began to live his life to be grateful for all his interactions

He had always asked what everyone's words from their soulmate was when he got close enough to them, having deep conversations with each of them

He was always interested by Alfred's the most. He had two different sets of words on his wrist when everyone else only had one

"It appeared after they had died. A small reminder of the time we had together."

Dick had found that amazing, one would have the reminder of who their person was even after death separated them

At some point after Dick leaving to become Nightwing, Bruce had taken in you in

You had been raised by the Joker after he kidnapped you at the age of 9 to take over as the worst villain of Gotham when he ultimately died

Bruce explained that you had openly denounced the Joker and his views before switching sides

With no other place to go, Bruce had taken you in when you had no place of your own

Even after time had passed, Dick noticed that you didn't spend much time around the other. He never saw you leave the manor except for going on patrol

The most peculiar thing was you had a bandage that went around your wrist where your words were supposed to be

Dick tried starting conversations to get to know you, but you always found a way to get out of them

The most personal thing about you that he could seem to get was these little notebooks you would randomly write in

When he asked about them, you shot him down with a glare

"It's personal, wonder bitch. So back off."

Dick didn't understand why Bruce was still putting up with the same attitude for so long without snapping

He was always told to just give you some space and you would come around when you were finally ready to

Dick never took a liking to how you handled the vigilante business. He thought you weren't focused on keeping the citizens safe and only wanted to make the bad guys hurt more than anything

You always told him to get off your back when he pushed on how you should be more cautious about how to do the job

He started to become frustrated by being around you with how much you pushed back with every word he said, but he still tried to be pleasant

More time had passed and you still didn't really warm up to any of them, but you weren't as hostile with your words

You mostly stuck to your room so you didn't actually have much difference in the previous interactions with everyone

Dick still couldn't shake off the frustration though, no matter how hard he tried to be understanding and polite to you

One day when you had told Dick to 'fuck off to the sewers' after he had accidentally walked into and spilled your drink on your shirt, he was very tempted to yell out as you walked away

Jason quickly stepped in and stopped Dick before he could actually blow up over the attitude you kept displaying

"Dick, you don't entirely understand-"

"That shouldn't matter! They keep acting like-!"

"Like The Joker has raised them to think in a way of 'be useful or you will be killed'. We don't know what he could have done for all those years. We don't even know what life was like before Joker forced his way into the picture. Not everyone was born into loving families. Remember that."

Dick had tried to take Jason's words into consideration as the next few months progressed

You never expressed any form of appreciation to what Bruce or Alfred seemed to do for you. You would mostly just spend time alone around the manor, occasionally sitting around with Jason

The only time Dick seemed to see you express any emotion was when you would randomly write in the notebooks before putting it back in your pocket

Frustration and agitation kept getting bottled up the longer Dick watched the whole situation continue on

It was getting close to a big bust on some plan a couple of the villains had joined together for temporarily to make it successful

It was the end of patrol as Bruce was explaining what everyone's job was going to be for the following night so they could prepare themselves throughout the day

Bruce had mentioned that Damian would be working alongside Jason, and you had mumbled some comment about that

Dick had finally had enough as he looked over and asked what the problem was

You rolled your eyes before saying that Damian wouldn't be able to handle himself with the combined strength everyone would be against with everyone stretched so thin

Dick pushed as he argued that Damian had taken care of himself in worst situations and you should mind what you were claiming about them

Bruce tried to to get the both of you to calm down, but Dick kept pushing as he argued you didn't really know them or what they could do

You clenched your fist while arguing that the precious boy wonder didn't even have a full understanding of what the criminals of the city were actually capable of

Dick finally felt his anger reach the boiling point as be finally began yelling at you

It soon became a screaming match as Jason held Dick back while Bruce got between the two of you as Tim guided Damian out of the area

The anger kept getting worse for Dick as he was finally letting out all the pent up feelings from the past few months of watching you push back against everyone

"This way of thinking is going to be what gets you killed! And when it finally catches up to you, I'm not going to feel sorry for you dying!"

You suddenly become very silent as you just stare at Dick with a deep glare as Bruce raises his voice to make Dick calm himself down

"I understand." The venom is in your voice as you turn around and march out of the Batcave

Dick doesn't truly register the words as he and Bruce start to get in it about how Dick went too far and would need to apologize

Dick huffs as he pulled out of Jason's hold before walking off to go to his room to get some rest

As he walked through the manor, Dick saw Tim and Damian both waiting for him with confused look as they asked what happened

Dick assured them it was nothing they needed to worry themselves with before going to his room

Dick was surprised that you hadn't tried making the day hard for him in retaliation of what was all said

Your door had never opened an inch though the whole day after the fight had happened

The day was eerily calm in a way that made Dick slowly begin to regret what was said. He knew Bruce was right about apologizing, but decided the anger might make you focus on getting the job done and would talk to you tomorrow when patrol was done

Night had come and Bruce had changed the groups so Dick was with Tim while you paired up with Jason

Damian had said he didn't want to be on the mission due to an important test the next day he needed to pass, though everyone was certain it was a lie

No one argued as they got ready for the fight that was going to come before going to the streets of Gotham

The bust had gone down at midnight as everyone had fought to take down as many people they could with the minimum getting away

Everyone had a few scratches as they all helped get the criminals in the transport

Bruce was talking with Gordon when Dick noticed you standing a ways off from everyone else looking confused for some reason

He began to slowly walk over with the intention of apologizing with all the anger and adrenaline slowly fading

The ground shook as Killer Croc suddenly appeared while getting between you and everyone else

None of them could stop it as you got hit and went flying in the air

Dick went to try and subdue Killer Croc before getting hit back into the wall

He felt a pain in his wrist as his arm hit the bricks as the sound of shattered glass sounded from the building you got thrown through

Bruce and Jason were able to get Killer Croc subdued as Tim went over to Dick to make sure he was fine

Dick quickly brushed off the pain in his arm, saying he was fine as he went to the building with the shattered window to go and check on you

He saw you at the far end of the room with your back to him. Dick called out asking if you were okay as he cautiously stepped inside

He thought you were in a daze when you didn't respond. Being mindful of the glass, Dick kneeled down as he placed his hand on your shoulder

"I know you're mad, but this isn't fun-"

The words escape him as he gently pulled you onto your back. Your head still facing the direction you had landed in as the rest only turned slightly with the effort

Dick could only stare for a minute before his hand went to hold the cheek pressed against the floor

The small cracking of your neck that came when he turned your head made Dick's stomach churn

Small pieces of glass stuck out of your skin as your unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling now. A trail of blood flowing down your cheek from your barely parted lips

Dick had to stop himself from throwing up as he got back up and walked into the street

Dick held Tim back when he tried to go in and check on you. When asked what was wrong, Dick could only shake his head as Bruce came up to them

Dick could barely register anything as he watched them put the gurney you were on in the back of the medical examiner's van

They all got promised your body would be treated with the upmost respect until the time for your burial

The journey back was quiet as everyone processed what happened to you when they had thought it was safe

Dick had went to go take a shower to wash of the pressure he felt in his hands from where he had touched your body

He noticed the blood on his wrist when he had removed his shirt in the bathroom

He rinsed a rag with cold water before wiping the blood away to find a sight that made his blood run cold

'This way of thinking is going to be what gets you killed! And when it finally catches up to you, I'm not going to feel sorry for you dying!'

'I understand.'

The words looked like they had just been carved into his wrist with how fresh the new words appeared and the small bit of blood still seeping out of his skin

His thoughts went back to the fight when he had hit the wall. His arm didn't hurt because he was smacked into the wall

It had hurt because that was the moment you had died

Dick couldn't think of who he could confide in with this sudden news. Especially because he had been so cruel to you when you last spoke to one another

How could he have been so cruel to not even think of apologizing before the mission? The last think he said was how he wouldn't care if you died

But you had always known it would be that cruel. You were born with those careless shouts as a mockery on your skin since the first cry

While he grew up with thoughts of comfort over what he might have with his soulmate, you never got that when you saw those words

You had grown up in a world of torture by the hands of one of the cruelest men in all of Gotham, and his words couldn't even give you a sense of comfort over the torturous treatment you went through

It had been a couple of weeks since you had tragically passed away, and Dick found himself in the doorway of your room

He didn't know why he was even here, what he would even try to find, but he was there

The room didn't have too many decorations around as he went in, as if you never tried to find your own style

The clothes in the drawers and closet were like taunts as he touched the fabric (most were soft, so he figured that was a texture you liked)

A candle in your nightstand drawer had never been lit, but the cap had been repeatedly removed (he found that it smelled like flowers during a rainstorm. You must have liked that kind of smell)

There were a few books on the small desk you had with a handful of notes and letters scattered around (it looked like you had been trying to catch up on the education you missed out on)

After some time of looking around, Dick sat at the foot of the bed. He quickly realized something was wrong when his weight pressed on the mattress

He untucked the covers (why would you have been so neat with making the bed?) to find that a small section of the padding had been cut out from a small hole in the bottom

Dick reached his hand in to find the hiding spot of all the small notebook you had written in

He slowly flipped through the pages as he read the neat handwriting that you had

Alfred made a different kind of cookie today. I really like this kind

Jason and I watched a documentary on dinosaurs. The raptors seem the coolest

I glanced at the moon during patrol last night. It was the cresent phase. I think I like that one most

The more Dick looked through them, the more he realized you were distant because you were realizing things about yourself. You were figuring out years of information in such short time, you were probably getting overwhelmed with all this information you were learning

His eyes stop on one small bit you had written, his eyes softening as he kept rereading the words

Dick randomly started laughing today. It sounds nice

You had thought his laugh was nice? Dick didn't even think you paid attention to anything he had done while living in the manor

He kept flipping through each different notebook before he stop on the latest one you had written in

His fingers flipped through to the last pages, expecting to see words of anger and hatred on the paper before him

Dick's my soulmate. I felt my wrist burn when he yelled at me and I just knew without having to seeing what I said appear on my skin. I know I'm going to die tonight.

Dick swallowed the lump in his throat as he thought of what could have went through your mind the exact moment it happened. His fingers carefully flipping to the next page as he kept reading

I don't know what's going to happen with the mission tonight, but I know it's going to be my last. Who knows? Maybe I'll be careless just like Dick always said.

Tears began to form in his eyes as he remembered the confused look on your face after the fight had ended. You had died when everyone was supposed to have been okay and you were confused you were alive after the main fight

I hope to whatever type of god that is out there at Dick never finds these before someone else. I know he had every right to say those things, but I don't want him knowing that I knew I was going to be killed. I was an ass and was given nothing but patience from everyone else. I know he will figure out what we were when I die, but I hope that he doesn't blame himself for what will happen. He had no way of knowing just how much it had hurt to actually hear those words. I hope he lives his life like he always had before.

The tears spilled own his cheeks as he closed the book and held it to his head

Everything after that was just blank pages. You still had over half the pages to keep writing in

Dick felt broken as he took in the feeling you had written out clear as day

He had caused so much hurt in your life before even knowing you

His hands clenched around the cover as he allowed himself to cry. In all the realities of how the end could have happened, this was the worst

The was never a mutual understanding, no form of chemistry like he hoped, not even a split second meeting

All that was there was frustration and hurtful words that could never be taken back

But what hurt the most was that your words to him had never been more truthful compared to anything said to him. You didn't blame him for the anger or even lash back out at him

Because deep down, that was the person that you truly were despite everything

You understood

[skyebounded]

Object Of My Desire

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

.main masterlist. .stranger things masterlist.

premise: Robin gets a little jealous seeing how happy you are with Eddie.

{request}: They’re hanging with the group in the woods, but Robin is jealous of Eddie and Reader? They get time alone laying in the grass talking, and Robin ends up playing with Reader’s breast, which leads to sex as they try to be quiet. But Robin keeps teasing her because she wants Eddie to hear. (TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED, SORRY I DELETED THE REQUEST)

Warnings: Jealous Robin, oral, fingering, swearing, semi edited. 

WC: 5.9K

A/N: Hey babes, sorry this took so long, and sorry if it fucking sucks because you know it is what it is. Don’t hate me this is my first ever thing like this, so again sorry if you don’t like it. MY BESTIE TOLD ME SHE COULD REALLY TELL THAT I HAD A THING FOR EDDIE.

A special thanks to these babes for all of their help! @ccosmic-illusion​, @whotfisemi​ @anothernightsky​ @brydizzel​, @23victoria​ Thank you sweet sweet babes!

“Lovers lake, six o’clock…tell Steve and don’t be late!” 

Robin rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself as she watched Keith usher you out the forbidden front doors to Family Video, for the tenth time this week. 

You had been banned from the establishment far too many times, starting the day both Robin and Steve got the job. Each time you had managed to make Keith like you..until he didn’t, resulting in your permanent banishment. With each time you found a way in, and yet it always ended with you being shoved out the doors. 

Surprisingly he hadn’t discovered that Robin and Steve had been letting you in through the back door, and every time he asked how you passed him you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Don’t come back.” 

The doors fall shut behind Keith as he stands there, watching to make sure you got into your car and left. Sticking out your tongue at him, you promptly climb into your car and set off. You had to grab a few things for the ‘hang’ before you made your way over to Eddie’s. He had to be told physically because you knew there was no way he was going to remember the plans that were made a week ago, he never could. 

You pull your car to a stop in the parking lot of Bradley’s Big Buy, determined to gather everything you could think of to make the night's shenanigans all that much better. Grabbing a cart from the front you traipse around the supermarket, grabbing assortments of chips in every flavor that you craved, bags of marshmallows and chocolate bars, the basic essentials for smores. Swiping a few sodas off the shelves and sticking them into your cart, so focused you didn’t notice the long-haired freak approaching you. 

    “Y/n?” 

Eyes darting up to meet his tall lean figure, leaning over your very cart with a wild smile on his face. 

    “Jesus, Eddie!” Your hand finds refuge on your chest, as you try to settle your nerves. Eddie’s smile is followed by a soft chuckle, as he moves around to stand beside you. 

    “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

You roll your eyes, playfully shoving him away with a grunt. He barrels into the nearby shelf for dramatic effect before he's back at your side in no time. You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you at his touch for the theatrics, he always seemed to have a knack for them. 

    “It’s okay, I was actually going to come find you after this little excursion on mine,” you say with a smile. His brow shoots up, as he looks at you, confusion written all over his features. 

    “And why would you do that?” he asks, peeking through the contents of your shopping cart, grimacing at your chip selection. Picking up the different bags and exchanging them for different flavours. 

    “The lake?” you lead, wondering if it would spark any realization in that cloudy head of his. It clearly didn’t when he looked at you, brow raised higher and eyes narrowed. 

“The lake?” He repeats slowly. You could see the numerous broken gears in his head turning as he struggled to figure it out. Pushing the cart forward, Eddie in tow beside you, you reach for a box of graham crackers. 

“Yes, the lake, doofus. We made the plans last week..you said you’d bring the dr-“ eyes wide you look around quickly, dropping your voice to a low whisper, “you said you’d bring the drugs?” 

Eddie can’t help but laugh at your cautious measure, as it finally dawns on him. “Ohh, yeah I remember..I was just testing you,” he says, with no confidence in his rebuttal, and it showed. You just roll your eyes, smiling as you carry on. 

“So, you’re still coming right?” You say, glancing over at him, “it wasn’t really a question now that I think about it, nor is saying no an option, so.” 

“Well, then I guess you know my answer then…don’t you.” He offers a wink and you just smile at him, not sure how to take it. 

“Okay, perfect..so you’ve got the goods then?” 

Snagging some other necessities, matches, fire sticks. Once you’re content with the items in your cart, you stop and turn to Eddie, eyes staring up at him expectantly. 

    “Yeah, I’ve got it. It’s at my trailer.” Eddie pushes you aside, now taking the cart from you as he pushes it towards the registers. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I’ve got it.” 

He helps you unload the items onto the belt, standing there watching as you pay for the items before he helps you carry the bags off. 

    “Do you want to just ride with me, we can head off to the lake right after we hit up the trailer?” 

He wasn’t really asking, because he had already started to load the bags into his van, opening the passenger door for you. 

    “Yeah, I guess,” you chuckle. 

******

Never again would you ride anywhere with Eddie Munson. You clung to the side of the door, as he cut corners, and ran through the stop lights. In all honesty, you weren’t convinced that he even had a driver's license, something he and Robin had in common if that was the case. As soon as he pulled into his home, you made a show of it, throwing yourself down to the grass, “Oh sweet sweet land! I will never take you for granted again!” 

You don’t miss the roll of Eddie’s eyes, as he makes his way around the car, thinking that by some chance you had fallen, only to see that you had done so on purpose. 

    “Ha ha ha” he teases, holding his hand out for you to take, only to pull it away when you reach for it. 

    “Well, now that's just rude, Munson.” 

Soft chuckles escape him, as he makes his way inside, emerging before you have even had the chance to follow. Carrying his little tin ‘drug’ box that he carried almost everywhere. 

    “Tada,” he exclaims, holding it up triumphantly. “Let's go!” 

He climbs back into the van, waiting for you to reluctantly climb in as well before he’s peeling out down the road once more. Despite his loud music and the hectic driving, you didn’t mind being in the car with him, in fact, you quite enjoyed his company. You had been extremely pleased when he finally gave in and started hanging out with you, Steve and Robin, he added a new aspect to the group that you didn’t even know you had been lacking, and you were grateful that he did. 

           “You look scared,” he points out, the subtlest smirk on his face as he cuts yet another corner. The dumbfounded look on your face wasn’t missed by him at all, if anything it earned a little laugh from him. 

           “Yeah well, you drive like a headless chicken! Do you even have your license, Munson?” Gasping as you see a squirrel rush onto the road, whilst Eddie expertly maneuvers around it. 

           “Eh, technically no,” he grimaces, his eyes trained on you instead of on the road like they should be. Nothing but panic sets into you, clinging tighter to the handle of the door.

    “Well that’s not unsettling in the slightest!” you gripe. He just chuckles, turning his attention back to the road. “You’re completely safe in my hands,” he winks. 

As much as you would like to think that you were, you seriously doubted it. You wanted to screw your eyes shut, but you knew that if you did, there was a chance that you would never be allowed the luxury of opening them ever again. Only when the van pulled to a complete stop, and Eddie climbed out of the car, did you exhale the breath that you had been holding onto. He could call you dramatic all he wanted but you knew the truth, you had nearly witnessed your own death, and lived to tell the tale. 

Clamoring out of the vehicle, completely unaware that just across the way, Robin and Steve sat comfortably in the confines of Steve’s car, waiting for the rest of you. Stumbling over to Eddie to give him a shove at a smartass comment he had made. 

Robin didn't have to say much, not to say that she didn’t say anything, but it wasn't needed, not when the look on her face said enough. Steve could tell without a doubt that something was bothering her, and when he followed her eyesight straight to you, he had an inkling as to what it was. Robin hadn’t disclosed anything regarding the nature of the relationship between the two of you, all Steve knew was that she had somewhat of a crush on you, not the fact that you two had been casually dating for some weeks now. 

    “Why is she with Munson?” Robin gripes. Steve could hear the discontent in her tone, the way she said Eddie’s name like it was something utterly foul. She had nothing against Eddie, in fact she liked him a lot, but when it came to seeing you with him, well things were slightly different.

     “You okay,” Steve asks, his brow arched ever so slightly. 

Robin doesn’t respond, far too focused on the exchanges going on between you and Eddie, every little laugh, and longing looks that you shared. 

    “What are they even laughing at? It can’t be that funny..Right?” she says hopefully, her eyes glued to you. Steve shrugs, watching along with her, “What’s going on with you and her?” He asks, using his best ‘I don't really care I’m just curious’ tone of voice. Steve had always been respectful of Robin’s exploits, despite being more than curious, but when it came to you, he wanted to know more. Perhaps it was simply because he wanted to be supportive, but also the fact that if his intuitions were correct, there was something more here than meets the eye, something that Robin hadn’t bothered to share with him. 

    “Nothing, nothing, I'm good.” 

Noticing them sitting in the car, you rush over, reaching for the door handle to the passenger's side, as you drag Robin out of the car. 

    “You made it!” you remark, pulling her into a hug.

    “Yeah, I made it too,” Steve adds, leaning against his car. 

Your eyes dart over to him, rolling them at his obvious remark. “I can see that Steve, I am so glad” your tone laced in sarcasm. Pulling away from Robin, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell that just moments ago she had been upset, because now, the largest grim took over her glossed lips. It was taking a lot from you not to just lean in and kiss her, but you knew that you couldn’t, not here, not in front of everyone. 

It was a decision that both of you had made, no one was to know the nature of your relationship, not until you both were ready to share it. It had been Robin’s initially, you weren’t entirely sure why, perhaps it was because you were her first, but regardless you respected it all. You were more than happy to have her all to yourself without others weighing in. The only problem was times like this when you wanted to shower her in kisses, but you couldn’t, it was painfully annoying. 

Giving her a wink, you drag her with you towards Eddie’s van. “I missed you,” you say, just quiet enough for her and only her to hear. You watch as her smile grows, the subtlest hints of pink rushing to her pale cheeks. Pulling open the back of the van, you start to grab out the bags of groceries, handing her some of them. Looking back at the boys, you could see Steve nonverbally begging for someone to need him, to get him away from Eddie. 

    “Steve, are you just going to stand there or help us?” 

    “Yeah Steve, we need a big strong man to help us carry all this shit,” Robin adds, the mockery clear in her tone. He rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to you, running his hand through his perfect hair. 

    “I knew you needed me, Robin, you can joke all you want but I know the truth.” 

You gesture for him to grab the blankets, and the few remaining bags, light stuff just as a show to say ‘we don't really need you Steve’ but you’re not sure he catches on. 

You throw all of the items down on a little spot next to a fire pit, deciding to leave the rest of it to the boys to set up. Clawing off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties, you turn to Robin, who was starting to physically look ill. You had never specified whether or not swimsuits were needed, and you figured there was no need to bring one, not to the lake with friends, so you didn’t, and as far as it seemed, neither did anyone else. 

    “What?” 

You couldn’t help the butterflies erupting in your stomach as you watched Robin completely malfunction at the sight of you, her mouth agape, eyes wide and glued to you, not to mention the awkward stance that she was in, she looked mesmerizing. 

    “No-nothing.” she stutters. 

You chuckle to yourself, making your way slowly over to Robin, gesturing for her to lift her arms, which she does. Quickly you help her take her shirt off, completely oblivious to the fact that both Eddie and Steve were absolutely gawking at the pair of you, standing side by side saying nothing. 

    “Okay,” you smile. It takes her a few moments until she’s climbed out of her clothes and is just as exposed as you are. Now it was your turn to silently admire her, standing before you. You could feel the heat rushing through you, straight to your face. You couldn’t lie, she was perfect. You had never seen her like this before, it was new, but boy was it now one of your favorite things to see. The red matching set was the perfect contrast to her pale skin or the way that it hugged her so nicely without being too provocative. If it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat, you would have forgotten that anyone was actually there. 

Reluctantly pulling your eyes from her, you glance back at the boys, who were both struggling to hide the fact that they had been staring the entire time. 

    “Are we all just going to stand here or are we going to go swimming?” you remark, grabbing Robin’s hand and dragging her down into the lake with you. 

****

The sun had already started to set as Eddie snuck up behind you, taking advantage of you being utterly distracted by Robin, and wrapped his arm around your waist, heaving you out of the water in one fell swoop. 

    “Edward, you better put me down!” You yell, doing your best to pry loose from him, only to come up short when he throws you into the water just beside him. You clamor to the surface, spitting the water that you had managed to inhale in the process before your gaze fell on Eddie. The smile that was on his lips was slowly fading as he could see the look of warning on yours. 

    “Hey..hey it was just a joke,” he argues, slowly backing up from you, hands held high as a sign of surrender. It took you no time to pounce on him, knocking him back into the water with a thud. 

Steve slowly approaches Robin, who was watching closely as you and Eddie wrestled in the water. She couldn’t help the fall of her face, nor the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. 

    “Robin?” Steve’s voice is soft as he looks at her, and then to where she was so obviously staring. “Wanna tell me what's going on with you and y/n?” 

Robin slowly turns to look at him, debating on whether or not she should, but ultimately she needed to tell him and she knew it. 

    “We’ve been seeing each other for a month now, and I really like her, but so does everyone else, and I feel like sooner or later she's going to realize that, and then I’m not going to be good enough for her anymore, I mean look at her, she’s perfect and stunning, and funny, and she seems to get along really well with Munson, which I mean makes sense because he's great too, but then there is me, and I thought that she likes me but now I'm not so sure, and I am trying not to be jealous of it but I really can’t so that’s unfortunate.” She sighs heavily, and Steve can't help but wonder if she had even taken a breath through it all. 

“Oh and not to mention, I know it's only been a month but I can feel myself falling for her so quickly and that's scary because what if she doesn't feel the same at all, and Steve I am panicking so hard right now that I really don't know what to do.” 

Steve’s eyes widen, trying to process everything and formulate a response all at the same time. He quickly looks over at you and Eddie, who he can’t deny, do look all over each other, before he’s back to looking at Robin. 

    “Hey, listen. She likes you, I’ve seen it, she was so excited to see you today, and I know you probably didn’t notice but she was mesmerized by you only a few moments ago when you two were, weirdly stripping down. I don’t think that you have anything to worry about. You are amazing and I know she sees it, and even if she doesn’t someone else will, I promise.”  he smiles. 

Robin looks back at you, taking in what it was that Steve was saying. She badly wanted to believe him, but seeing the way you and Eddie were all over each other, laughing, acting like you two were the only ones in the world, she just couldn’t. She hated that she was feeling this way, insecure, and like she meant nothing to you, which most definitely was not the case, but she didn’t know that. Robin wasn’t usually a jealous person, but when it came to you, everything was different. 

She managed to pull her gaze away from you, trudging out of the water and back towards the woods where everything was set up for camp, ignoring the way Steve called after her. Robin sat down in the grass, cursing to herself over it all. She felt unbelievably stupid. 

Noticing she was gone, you rush from the water, keen on finding where she had wandered off too, completely unaware that the boys were hot on your heels the entire time. You spot her, sitting down on one of the blankets you had brought, her t-shirt covering her form, that you can’t lie, wished wasn’t covered. The skip of your heart when you stop to just admire her, wondering how someone could be so perfect. If things were different, you would rush up to her and kiss her, letting everyone know that she was yours, but instead you just casually make your way over to her, throwing yourself down onto the blanket next to her. 

    “Hey you, why’d you leave me out there by myself?” you joke, nudging her shoulder playfully. You could tell that something seemed off, the way she was acting quieter than usual or the inability to meet your gaze when she spoke. 

    “Hey, sorry,” she huffs, she flops down on her back pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes fall closed. You watch as the boys start to build up the fire, more so Steve than Eddie. Lying on your back next to Robin, you turn to her, your hand slowly inching towards her, but she moves hers away. Unsure if she did it on purpose, you bring yours back to your side. 

    “Are you okay?” You ask. 

Robin begins to nod quickly, clearly trying to end the conversation before it's even begun. 

    “Yeah, I’m great!” she says, her voice getting slightly higher in pitch as she spoke. You just hum along, not wanting to push her, even though you know there was clearly something bothering her. 

    “Y/n! Where is the bag for all of the chips?” Eddie sings out. Sighing heavily you yell back at him “In the back of the van you dumbass!” 

Eddie ruffles around in the back of the van, throwing unnecessary items out into the open woods. 

    “Nope! Not here!” 

You groan, looking back at Robin with an apologetic smile, pulling yourself to your feet as you rush over to him. Reaching inside you move a few random things that he had resting in there, to reveal the bags of chips that you assured him were there. 

    “Told you,” you say smugly. 

Eddie cups your cheeks, leaning down like he was about to kiss you. 

“How did you do that you witch?” he jokes. 

“I just looked properly, dummy.” 

Eddie just hums, his eyes boring into yours as he leans closer planting a small friendly kiss on your nose. 

    “Thank you!” 

Robin’s stomach drops, and her blood begins to boil as she watches the pair of you. You weren’t hers, it wasn’t like you owed her anything, but this felt too far, it felt like a kick in the gut and it hurt. She didn’t want to be there to see whatever was unfolding. She drags herself from the blanket, slipping on her shoes as she heads off deeper into the woods, needing to just get away, and clear her head, ignoring the way that Steve calls after her.

    “Robin?” Steve calls out, heading off towards her. You pull away from Eddie and push past Steve, shooting him a look, a warning that you would deal with it. “Robin!” you call racing after her, close on her heel until you grab her arm and spin her around to face you. 

    “Hey, what's going on?” you ask, searching her eyes desperately for an answer. She closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly before she opens them once more to look at you.     

    “I really like you, and I don’t know what to do about it because you and Eddie seem like you’d make a really cute couple or something like that, and I don’t want to come between that because you guys are always so happy when you’re together, always laughing and smiling, and I am so desperately trying not to be jealous about it, but it's really hard when I have these strong feelings for you, so I removed myself that way I didn’t have to see it, and I’m sorry but I don’t know what to do right now-”

Before she can finish what you assume was going to be a much longer rant, you silence her, pressing your lips firmly against hers. The very thing you’d been dying to do all day long. It takes her a moment to ease into the kiss but once she does, she's all over you. Her hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek lightly, and her tongue moves delicately against yours. You let out the slightest moan at the feeling and Robin can’t hide the smile at the sound. 

You reluctantly pull away from her for a moment, your lips still hovering over hers.

    “I really like you too, and only you.” you breathe, pulling back just slightly to look in her eyes. You watch as they trace over the features of your face, her gaze now resting on your swollen lips. 

    “Really?” she asks, a hopeful look in her eye. 

    “Yes! For crying out loud I have only been able to think about kissing you all day…and other things” you whisper seductively. Robin doesn’t know what came over her, but hearing you say that drove her wild. It was a matter of seconds before her lips were on yours once more, but this time with fervor. Robin backs you up against the nearest tree, carefully not to trip over anything in the process, which you have to say was a rather large accomplishment considering how clumsy she usually was. 

Back hitting the rough bark, you let out a gasp at the abrupt feeling. Robin’s hands slowly start to caress your exposed skin. Trailing up your sides slowly, gently. Your hands eagerly find her hair, tangling your fingers in the locks as you pull her, urging her to do more, to kiss you harder. Robin’s hand finds your lace-covered breast, her index tracing the delicate pattern, completely aware that she was toying with your nipple that sat just below the fabric. Moaning against her lips as soon as her hand cups your breast, kneading it in her palm. Robin bites down on your bottom lip, giving it a slight tug as she pulls back from you ever so slightly.  

    “So have I…I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste.” 

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks at her words, your eyes widening and your pulse hastening. It was drawing on you knowing that you wanted nothing more than for her to do just that. 

“Well stop thinking about it, and do it,” you remark with a smirk. 

The shock on Robin’s face wears off quickly, and the biggest grin forms on her perfectly pink lips. She kisses you again, this time it's slower, softer, and at the same time, hungry, and needy. Swiping her tongue over your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth and let her in, which you do happily. 

You find it hard to focus when you feel her hand slip down the front of your panties, her deft fingers toying with your folds, collecting your slick, her knee pushing your thighs further apart. She revels in the soft moans you press against her lips as her fingers start to brush against your clit, eagerly pushing your hips into her hand, seeking out more friction.  

    “Robin, please,” you breathe.

A sharp gasp falls from you as soon as you feel two of her digits push into your core, slowly bringing them to pump on and out of you. Robin's mouth is quick to stray from yours, finding purpose as she kisses down the side of your neck, desperately restraining herself from marking you up, trailing her soft lips over your collarbone and down your chest, over the curvature of your breasts. 

“Is it okay if I take these off?” Robin gestures down towards your panties just before her eager eyes meet yours. 

“Well most people normally ask before they slip their hands down someone else’s pants, but…” You joke, a small grin on your face.  

She removes her hand, and you whimper at the loss, her face falling slightly. You could tell that she was feeling a little embarrassed, which you couldn’t help but chuckle at. 

“No Robin, I am just joking! Please..please don’t stop, I promise that it's okay….” you lean closer to her, your lips ghosting over her neck. 

“Everything you do is okay,” you say, planting a kiss against her skin, working a small welt into the crook of her neck. You grab her hand, guiding it back down to your panties, helping her to loop her fingers around the band resting comfortably on your waist. She quickly gets the hint. Wasting no time, she lowers herself to her knees, pulling them down with her and tossing them to the side. Her fingers come back to you, gliding through your folds, collecting your arousal. You feel your walls clench around nothing but the air, desperately begging for her to do more.  

“You’re already so wet,” she remarks, looking up at you with a smile. 

“Usually am when it comes to you,” you pant, your heart rate rising at the sound of her voice, and the filthy words she uttered. Robin feels the blush rushing to her cheeks. “Oh.” Her lips purse and her eyes widen. She brings her fingers to her lips, before letting her tongue run over them. “So sweet,” she remarks. She leans forward, grabbing one of your legs to slink it over her shoulder, as she brings her mouth inches from your now bare heat. 

She looks up at you searching for some consent. Nodding, you give her the push she needs. Your anticipation is high as you take in the sight before you, Robin perched on her knees in front of you, eager for the slightest taste of you. Robin’s mouth practically watering at the sight of your dripping cunt. She licks her lips quickly. Robin’s fingers sink into your center, slowly beginning to toy with that spot inside you. Your walls clench around them, desperate to keep them deeply buried inside you. 

Your head falls back against the tree, a sigh of pleasure leaving you as soon as you feel her tongue glide along you, flicking over your sensitive clit. 

    “Fuck, Robin” you groan, your voice already hoarse. 

You try to find anything you can to anchor yourself to reality as you focus on Robin and the licking, sucking, and the way she was devouring your pleasure for her own. Her eyes find yours one more, as her tongue your best swirls around your clit, coaxing those sweet sweet sounds from you, the very ones that she loves hearing. You on the other hand, throw your hand over your mouth, doing your best to hide the sinful sounds. You didn’t want the boys to hear you and come looking for you, ruining your high in the process. Robin notices, pulling away from you momentarily. 

    “Don’t cover up those beautiful sounds, I want to hear them.”

Robin had her motives for telling you not to hide them, part of it was because a small part of her wanted Eddie to hear you, to know that she was the one that's making you feel good and not him, and the other part of her wanted to hear them strictly for her pleasure. Pressing your lips into a firm line you remove your hand, nodding softly. 

    “Good girl.” 

Her mouth is back on you in a flash throwing you back into the thralls of pleasure, her tongue lapping at you before she's sucking on your clit once more, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was enough to render your legs weak. Robin was determined to push you over the edge, to make you moan and squirm all by her hand and mouth. Your hand finds her hair, tugging on it every time she brushes that spot inside you, or every time a wave of euphoric bliss washes over you. 

The moans fall freely from your lips now, not bothering to hide the sounds that escape you this time. You can’t help the involuntary grind of your hips against her mouth, so focused on the tight coiling sensation building in your abdomen. 

    “Just like that Robin, don’t stop please, god don’t stop..” 

Her piercing blue eyes find yours in the chaos as she increases her speed, her fingers curling inside of you perfectly, brushing against that spot that makes you sing. It's only a matter of moments until your orgasm rolls in, the coiling in your stomach bursting. A loud and sinful moan leaves your lips as your head falls back against the tree once more. This time you couldn’t care less who heard you, not when you were feeling so good. Your legs tremble, ready to give at any second, but Robin keeps you steady with a firm hand. She removes her mouth, tongue brushing over her swollen lips, savoring the last remnants of you. Her fingers still thrusting in and out of you, letting you ride out your high while she watched in awe of you, her eyes trained on your blissed-out face. 

A few more strokes of her fingers until she's pulling them out, sticking them into her mouth to clean them off. 

    “Delicious,” she moans. 

She lets your leg down, standing up before you, careful to hold onto you to keep you steady. Your pupils are blown, as you start to come down from your haze. You go to move forward, eager to return the favor when you hear the loud steps of the boys coming. You quickly grab your panties, slipping them, completely unaware that they were inside out the entire time. Eddie and Steve come into full view. The blush creeps to your cheeks as the embarrassment seeps into you. 

    “Are you okay? We heard some sounds?” Eddie pipes up, looking between the both of you with a brow raised. Looking at Robin, you try to bite back the smile that grows on your lips. 

    “Yeah, we’re good,” you say, still trying to recover your breath. 

    “Really good, right y/n,” Robin chimes in. 

It took Steve one glance at Robin to gather a strong idea of what had actually happened, and once he does a grin grows on his face. Eddie gives a skeptical look at the pair of you, his eyes landing on you as he quickly looks you up and down.

    “Your underwear is inside out just so you know,” he says. 

Your hands fall to cover yourself much to your dismay. Steve grabs Eddie by the shoulder pulling him away.

    “Come on Eddie, I think I smell something burning.” You chuckle at Steve’s poor attempt at an excuse, but secretly you thank him for it. As soon as the boys are out of sight, you grab Robin’s hand, pulling her body against yours as you wrap your arms around her. 

    “I have a confession to make?” 

    “Oh?” Robin says, brow raised.

     “I know we said that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I have to be honest with you…. I told Eddie the moment we kissed for the first time.” 

Robin’s eyes grow wider in confusion as she tries to figure out exactly what you meant by it all. 

    “Wait what?” 

    “Eddie has been one of my closest friends ever since we were children, that's why we are so close, and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you because I could sense that it's been bothering you, but I promise you have nothing to worry about, he is just a friend and only a friend, you’re my girlfriend.” 

You press your lips together to silence yourself. Neither of you had discussed labels and what you were to each other, but it was something that you wanted, you wanted to be able to call Robin your girlfriend, and to tell everyone. 

    “Your girlfriend?” Robin starts, “Is that what I am, your girlfriend?” 

    “I would like you to be? I mean I would actually love it, and I mean we wouldn’t have to tell everyone, but maybe just our friends, but I mean, I don’t know if it can go without you being mine for much longer.”    

You watch as the biggest smile takes over Robin’s face, grinning ear to ear at the thought. 

    “I would love that actually,” Robin giggles. 

    “Yeah?” 

    “Yeah!” 

Cupping her cheeks you pull her into a kiss, soft and slow before you begin to pepper her face in them, listening to the way she just chuckles softly, enjoying the few minutes of peace that you assuredly would have before the boys came looking for you once more.

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Happier (Steve Harrington x reader!)

Description: Steve Harrington can't figure out why he's jealous you're going on a date. (Fem reader!)

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: None fluff!

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Sometimes you could swear you were invisible to Steve Harrington. 

 You had known him for a few years and gone to school with him even graduated the same year but you were sure that he had no idea you existed until last year when you got the job at Scoops Ahoy with Robin. You and Robin were in a band together. She played the trumpet and you were usually in the chair next to her and you became fast friends despite the year age difference. 

 So when she convinced you to get the job at Scoops with her you were thrilled, you needed the money for a car and working with your best friend sounded pretty nice. Robin and you got the job first and then two weeks later you were training Steve Harrington. He wasn’t as bad as you remembered him in highschool, much less of an asshole and more of a babysitter like with all the kids constantly using him to sneak into the theater. 

 ‘’When did you graduate?’’ He asks you one day after a customer from school started talking to you. 

 ‘’Last May,’’ You told him, you felt slightly embarrassed reminding him. Hawkins wasn’t a big school so you figured he would at least recognize your first name, or that you had been in the same English class with him since you were freshman. 

 ‘’How did we not know each other?’’ He asks you obviously not to remember you. 

 You smile at him deciding against telling him, ‘’We must’ve just missed each other,’’ You laugh. 

   It was only a few weeks later that you had confessed to him in a secret Russian base that you had known him since Freshman year, that you had a crush on him since Freshman year too. And when he asked you the question, ‘’Do you still have that crush?’’ He was sitting in the stall just next to you, you could see the bottom of his shoes and you debated actually telling him the truth that you did still have it, that working with him the past month had made it worse. 

 Instead you lied, ‘’That’s long gone Harrington,’’ You say. He didn’t say anything for a while and then Robin broke the silence asking him bizarre questions no doubt the serum or whatever they gave you running through all of your systems still. It took you by surprise when Robin confessed to Steve the secret you had been keeping for her for four years now, but Steve was different now and you would say he could be trusted. After everything you all had been through the past few days and almost dying with him you felt like you had a newfound relationship with him as well. And some days you wonder if you did confess to him that you did still have that crush how things would be today. 

 ‘’So who is he out with today?’’ You ask Robin stacking the DVD’s that were returned on the counter. 

 ‘’I’m not telling you,’’ She says, not even glancing at you. 

You pause what you were doing putting your hand on your hip turning to her, ‘’Why not?’’ She turns around in the chair looking at you as if you were really asking her. 

 ‘’Because I know you,’’ She says laughing, ‘’And does it really matter?’’ 

 You shrug your shoulders, ‘’I just wanna know,’’ You tell her, turning back to your stack of DVDs.

 ‘’Well why don’t you ask him?’’ She says, you look up seeing his car pull right in front of the doors. He opens the door, running a hand through his hair before getting out, ‘’You’re drooling,’’ She says to you and you glare at her. 

 The bell rings letting you know he had come in, ‘’Hey Y/N,’’ He says entering. Steve was always really polite to you greeting you, helping you stay late to do things for work so you wouldn’t have to leave alone. He’d wait until you’d leave the parking lot before he would take off every time, sometimes you wondered if it was for more than a reason other than him just being a good friend. 

‘’Hey Robin!’’ She says teasing Steve. ‘’So how was it?’’ Robin asks, coming over leaning on the edge of the counter. Steve sighs his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose at her question, ‘’That bad huh?’’ You couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief. 

 ‘’It wasn’t bad,’’ He says, ‘’I don’t know, she brought up that I graduated last year and I hate that,’’ He says. ‘’It just hits me the wrong way.’’ 

 ‘’But you did graduate?’’ You point out. ‘’Sorry,’’

‘’Steve,’’ Robin says, earning his attention. ‘’If you don’t want them to talk about you graduating last year and still hanging around here then you need to find someone older, maybe someone your age?’’ She offers the idea. You felt yourself stop short on the task at hand realizing what Robin was doing.  

 ‘’Yeah like who?’’ He asks her. 

 ‘’Well-’’ Robin begins to say. At that exact moment the bell rings saving you from whatever she was going to say. 

 It was a younger boy who walked in, ‘’Welcome to Family Video!’’ You practically yell out earning a look from Robin. You push away from the counter making your way around the counter toward the boy, ‘’Can I help you find anything?’’ You ask eagerly. 

 He looked a little frightened but still answered,’’I’m looking for the shining,’’ He says. 

 ‘’Oh, awesome, that’s right over here.’’ You say walking over to the Thriller section of the store. You walk over picking it off the shelf, you turn and hold it out to him. ‘’There ya go.’’ You say offering him a smile. 

 He didn't say much after that he grabbed the movie from your hand with a smirk on his face, ‘’Thanks,’’ He held it close for a moment and you both just stood there as it got more awkward by the second.  

 You give him a smile walking past him back to the counter where Steve and Robin looked to be deep in a discussion. Their conversation ceased when you got within a few feet, you wondered why they were so secretive. ‘’What are you two talking about?’’ You ask glancing from one to another. 

 ‘’Oh nothing,’’ Robin says with a sly smile on her face as she tilts her head up proudly. You look to Steve who didn’t seem to have a comment on what their conversation was about. ‘’Right Steve-O?’’ She says slapping him lightly with her hand leaning over the counter. 

 ‘’Right,’’ He says, looking up at you. 

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 You had definitely broken a law when it came to how fast you got to Family Video today. Robin was standing at the front desk looking bored out of her mind, ‘’You’re by yourself?’’ 

 ‘’Keith’s in the back,’’ She tells you, rolling her eyes. ‘’You’d think with how hard it was to get hired here and how picky he was, he would be managing more.’’ She points out and you shrug, she made a good point. 

‘’I thought you were with me tonight?’’ You ask her. 

‘’Steve switched me and said he had something to do this morning and needed to work tonight,’’ She says. ‘’He should be here soon,’’ She tells you and you glance at the clock, noticing it was pretty close to your shift. 

 ‘’I have news,’’ You say walking behind the counter over toward where Robin was standing and leaning against the counter. 

She leans forward resting her forearms on the desk, ‘’Do tell,’’ She says, sounding excited. 

 ‘’I have a date!’’ You tell her bursting into a smile, ‘’Saturday, at nine. We are going to the drive in.’’ You tell her. 

 ‘’With Steve?’’ She asks you and you furrow your eyebrows. 

‘’What? No?’’ You say confused. ‘’Why would I be going with Steve?’’ You ask her and she shifts in her seat. 

‘’Who is it with?’’ She ignores your question. 

 ‘’Troy Concklin,’’ You tell her and her eyes widen. 

 ‘’Troy? Are you kidding me? Troy!’’ She yells at you, ‘’He literally shredded up your homework freshman year that you hand wrote and you cried for three periods terrified Ms. Lowe was going to fail you?’’

 ‘’Well that was four years ago,’’ You point out. ‘’Plus he apologized when he asked me, he said he had a crush on me and that’s why he did it.’’ 

 She rolls her eyes, ‘’Because causing your crush to fail an assignment that took you hours to write is flirting.’’ 

 ‘’Come on people change, I mean look at Steve. Would you have been friends with him two years ago?’’ She stays silent after you say that. ‘’Exactly, people change.’’ 

 ‘’Alright, you have a point,’’ She says. Steve walks in just after that, his vest thrown over his shoulder. ‘’I am out of here,’’ Robin says as he walks behind the counter stamping his timesheet. 

 ‘’Thanks for switching,’’ Steve tells her and he glances over to you just for a moment, you swear you saw Robin wink at him. ‘’When did you get here?’’ He asks you. 

 ‘’Few minutes ago,’’ You tell him, ‘’I think we're supposed to rewind all of these tonight,’’ You tell him, looking at the pile of returned movies. Most of the time nobody rewinded them so you all had to do it and it takes forever.

‘’Guess we’re staying late,’’ He says. 

 A few hours later it was getting close to closing time, you were rewinding DVDs and Steve was helping a girl out of the front desk. ‘’Have a good night!’’ He tells her. 

 When she walks out the front door, ‘’What’s wrong with you?’’ You ask him. 

 He walks out from behind the counter coming to sit next to you taking out the next DVD out of the sleeve handing it to you, ‘’What do you mean?’’ 

 ‘’Normally you're a casanova with pretty girls, you taking off for the night or something?’’ You say turning to the TV not looking acknowledging the look he was giving you. 

 ‘’I don’t know, just not in the mood I guess,’’ He shrugs. ‘’Tired of things not working out.’’ 

‘’Are they really that bad?’’ You aks and he gives you a confused look, ‘’The dates are they that bad?’’ 

 ‘’They’re not terrible, I guess I just don’t know what I want.’’ He explains to you. 

‘’So you're hoping going on all these dates will tell you?’’ Sometimes boys really didn’t make sense, ‘’No girl is going to just walk in and be perfect, you need to have some checkpoints,’’ You tell him. 

 ‘’And you’re an expert on this?’’ He asks and you glare at him taking your hand pushing him

‘’No but I know what I want,’’ You say shifting around slightly, for the longest time it had been Steve so saying that in front of him made you feel like you were under a microscope. ‘’I just think it helps to know what you want but I could be totally wrong,’’ You say laughing at yourself giving Steve Harrington dating advice, if someone would’ve told you five years ago that you almost died with Steve, worked with him, and were now sitting on the floor trying to give him love advice you would have laughed in their face.

 ‘’What are you doing this tomorrow?’’ He asks you, and you look at him shocked why he was even asking you. 

 ‘’I have a date,’’ You say, trying not to look at him. 

 ‘’A date?’’ He asks. ‘’With who?’’ 

 ‘’Troy Concklin,’’ You say, when you look up at him you swear you saw a look of disappointment. ‘’He asked me yesterday.’’ 

 ‘’Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?’’ He asks you. 

‘’Why would he ask me out if he had a girlfriend?’’ You ask him and he shrugs. 

You and Steve don’t really talk the rest of the night, it was like his mood shifted when you told him you had a date. In a way it made you happy to see that maybe he was jealous? Or maybe he was just in a bad mood, who knows. He stuck to his stuff and you stuck to yours, and at the end of the night he just offered you a quick goodbye not even glancing your way. 

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Steve couldn’t pinpoint why it bothered him so much that you were going on a date but it was all he could think about. The other day Robin seemed to be hinting that you still had that crush you had mentioned when you were stuck underground at the mall, and he had thought about it since. 

 It was two days later and two days since he had seen you last, you worked together tonight and while he was excited to work with you he didn’t want to hear about your date. Robin was working when he came in for the day, ‘’Keith?’’ He asks her, noticing she was the only one up front. 

 ‘’Yup,’’ She says, leaning against the counter. 

 Steve walks behind the counter putting on his work vest, ‘’Y/N still coming in?’’ He asks, Robin gives him a look. ‘’What? She’s normally here by now.’’ He points out normally you were always early. 

 ‘’Listen she didn’t go on her date last night but don’t bring it up okay?’’ She says to him. 

 ‘’Why didn’t she go?’’ He asks, feeling slightly concerned from what he could tell you seemed excited to go so he was confused as to why the date didn’t happen. 

 ‘’He didn’t show up,’’ She told him. 

 The door chimed, making them both glance at who came in. When they both break from their conversation they see you rushing in the door, your hair slightly disheveled, your vest slung over one shoulder and one strap to a backpack over the other. ‘’You bike?’’ Robin asks, completely forgetting the conversation that was happening just a moment ago. 

 ‘’Yeah, and it’s so freaking hot and my stupid car wouldn’t start.’’ You answer her by pulling the vest over your shirt buttoning the front. ‘’Harrington,’’ You nod to him once you glance up seeing him already looking at you. 

 ‘’Y/N,’’ He said, leaning back against the counter, his hands crossed over his chest. 

 ‘’Alright I’m out of here,’’ Robin says walking out from behind the counter. 

You glance at Steve who was looking at you still, you wondered if Robin had told him about your date last night and how you got stood up. She had come over when you called her keeping you company for the night and had stayed over and left sometime early this morning before you were awake. 

  ‘’Later!’’ You call out as she walks out the door. 

Keith came out a few minutes later instructing you and Steve to do the rewinds on tapes again and go through the shelves and straighten them up. Steve took over the job of rewinding the tapes behind the counter and doing check outs. You were sorting through the movies, putting them back on the shelves and organizing the ones that were a mess. 

 ‘’Welcome in!’’ You call out not even glancing at the door. You were in the middle of the horror section reorganizing at the time when you heard the feet behind you. When you turned around assuming it was the customer that just came in you had a smile on your face, but when you saw who it actually was your smile immediately disappeared. ‘’Troy hey,’’ You say sitting the movie in your hand down on the cart. 

 ‘’Hey,’’ He says, shoving his hand in his pockets. You caught a glimpse of Steve speaking from behind the counter. ‘’I just wanted to come and apologize about last night,’’ He tells you. ‘’My ex and I were on a break but we got back together and I just kind of forgot-’’ He begins to explain. 

 ‘’No, you’re fine.’’ You tell him. ‘’Thanks for uh coming to apologize.’’ You tell him. 

He nods his head, ‘’I’m gonna go grab a movie,’’ He gestures with his hand. 

 ‘’Yeah, Steve will get you up front.’’ You tell him, offering a forced smile. You went back to stacking the shelves replaying the conversation in your head. Why did he even ask you if they were on a break? Were you just a way to make his ex jealous? Whatever it was it had seemingly worked in the opposite direction of your favor. 

 He was pretty quick picking out his movie and he went up front you could hear Steve talking to him while he was checking him out. When he finished the store was quiet for a while and it was just the sound of the movie on the screen playing. When you finished organizing your bring the empty cart back up to the front, it was close to closing time so Steve was wiping the desk down and you rested your back against the counter. 

 ‘’He’s an idiot.’’ Steve says, breaking the silence.  You look at him a little surprised he said anything, you shrug your shoulders in response trying to play it off that you were a little upset. ‘’You didn’t deserve that,’’ He tells you. 

 ‘’I know,’’ You respond. You glance at the clock on the wall noticing the time had gone by quickly and it was already closing time, you walked out from behind the counter going to turn off the open sign. ‘’I think we're good for the night,’’ You say glancing around not noticing anything that needed immediate attention for whoever was working in the morning. 

  Steve pulled his keys out of his pocket flipping them in the air, he then began to swing the key ring around his finger while you grabbed your bag from behind the counter. When you slung the bag over your shoulder Steve was staring at you he had a look on his face like he was debating something, ‘’You good?’’ You ask him waving your hand in front of his face. 

 He seems to snap out of the daze he was in, ‘’Yeah, yeah I’m good.’’ He says coming out from behind the counter. You both walk to the front door exiting the store. Steve waits while you lock the door and you turn around facing him when you're done. 

 ‘’See you tomorrow?’’ You ask and he nods. You give him a smile and walk over toward the bike rack. Before you reached your bike you felt a hand pull on your bicep, you looked at Steve wide eyed. 

 ‘’What are you doing right now?’’ He asks you, he looked like he was nervous. 

‘’Uhh,’’ You pause, you have nothing to do but go home and read or watch TV. ‘’Nothing, why?’’ 

 ‘’Do you wanna come over and watch a movie?’’ He asks you, taking you by surprise. ‘’I’ll take you home after.’’ 

  You felt a smile creep up on your face, ‘’Sure, but an important question first.’’ He looked a little scared, ‘’Do you have snacks? I’m starving.’’ You laugh. 

 ‘’I think we can make some arrangements,’’ Steve says before walking you over to his car, opening the door for you to get in. 

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 Steve Harrington had not seen Star Wars. 

 That was what you found out when you got to his house, he had no movie in mind and said it was kind of a last minute thing he thought of and that he didn’t want to make you bike home in the dark. 

 So you sat downstairs in his basement on the couch not even a foot away from each other watching the movie, you sat in silence but it wasn’t awkward he seemed like he was really into the movie. ‘’Do you like it?’’ You ask him. 

 He looks over at you and takes a deep breath laughing, ‘’Yeah, I do actually.’’ He says looking over at you. ‘’I can see why you like it so much.’’ 

 ‘’I do, I’ve seen everyone the day it came out.’’ You tell him. ‘’Me and my friend went on opening night and when the second movie came out people dressed up in costume,’’ You ramble on and Steve watched you, his gaze never leaving you a slight smile on his face as he listened to you ramble on. ‘’Sorry geeking out a bit,’’ You laugh. ‘’I tend to over explain everything so if I annoy-’’ You began to say but Steve cut you off. 

 ‘’You don’t at all, I like it.’’ He tells you and you couldn't help but feel a smile creep up. ‘’I mean like I don’t mind it’s not too much and I like hearing the story.’’ He says justifying his answer a little rushed. 

‘’Or you just like to hear me talk,’’ You tease. 

He rolls his eyes at you making you laugh, ‘’This was fun,’’ You tell him. ‘’Thanks for asking me over, it helped me get my mind of things,’’ You say, taking a deep breath. 

 ‘’No problem,’’ He tells you. ‘’Maybe we could do it more?’’ He asks. 

 ‘’I’d like that,’’ You tell him.  ‘’I feel like I haven’t sat down and watched a movie in forever.’’ You admit to him. ‘’I think the last time I did was when we were still at scoops.’’ 

 ‘’Really?’’ He sounded surprised. 

 ‘’Felt like we were in a movie for a while,’’ You tell him. ‘’So the whole dystopian world thing kinda got a little unappealing.’’ 

 Steve let out a huff of air that let you know he agreed, ‘’It really was like a movie huh?’’ He says. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ 

 ‘’Hit me,’’ You tell him, crossing your legs on the couch, turning your body toward him. 

 ‘’After the Russians, when we were in the bathroom..’’ He starts off and you try to hide the oh shit look on your face. ‘’Did you really mean it when you said that crush you had was gone?’’ He asks and you felt your heart pounding against your chest. 

 You glanced away from him and then glanced back, ‘’Steve,’’ You say sincerely. 

 ‘’You did?’’ He asks as if he was disappointed. 

 ‘’No, no,’’ You hurry and get the words out. ‘’I did,’’ You usher out. ‘’I mean I lied, but yaes I did still have that crush,’ ‘You closed your eyes when you were talking. ‘’But you barely knew me last year I didn’t wanna be weird and confess on a crush I’d had for four years when you didn’t even know my name a month before.’’ You tell him. 

 He was quiet for a moment just looking at you, ‘’I wish I knew you sooner, maybe things would be different.’’ He says. 

 ‘’Different how?’’ You ask him. 

 ‘’I don’t know,’’ He pauses, ‘’I just like how I am around you.’’ 

 ‘’Is it different from how your normally are?’’ 

 ‘’Yes, happier.’’ He says, your faces were only inches apart and both of you were facing each other now. It would be so easy to just lean forward and kiss- ‘’Can I ask you something else?’’ He says his eyes glancing down to your lips and then back up. 

You nod your head knowing words would fail you right now if you spoke. ‘’Can I kiss you?’’ His voice sounded different, nervous if you had to guess. 

  You don’t reply to him all you do is move yourself closer and you are holding back the same sort of smile Steve was. Your faces kept inching closer and then you felt his hand slide up cupping one cheek as he pulled you the rest of the way in. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were kissing Steve. 

  He pulled you in closer, you had to physically move your body closer to him. ‘’Steve,’’ You say in between a kiss. He didn’t seem to respond to you, ‘’Steve,’’ You say finally pulling away from him, he looked concerned. 

 ‘’I’m sorry,’’ He pauses, ‘’I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-This wasn’t totally what I invited you over for and-’’ He begins but you cut him off by leaning forward pulling him in for a long kiss that he seemed to savor, when you pulled away from it he kept leaning closer as if he didn’t want you to leave his lips. 

 You smile at him, ‘’I’m glad you did,’’ You tell him, lifting your hand up to rest on one of his shoulders. ‘’I was just in an uncomfortable position,’’ You laugh at him. 

 Steve shifted and you moved to be more comfortable and immediately his hands found their way back to you, ‘’Now come here,’’ He says, pulling you back to his lips. 

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Ok ima be specific about this zoro x a science/inventor reader where she used to nice and clumsy with her inventions and hang around zoro until he got mad at her after thriller bark when she was caring for her and then timeskip then once they get back he wonders why she doesn't talk to him and itll be like a steven and connie scenario where there a big party as the others try to make them talk again but take the wrong way until they forgive each other

Hi lovely, I haven't seen Steven Universe so I had to do some research and I'm hoping you were referring to Kevin's Party? hopefully so since that is what I found to pull inspiration from x This was also really fun to write, putting in little bits from various crew-mates POV so thank you for this request

The Banquet

SFW

Zoro x fem reader

Multiple crew POV

Warning: slight Thriller Bark spoilers, slight Sabaody spoilers, slight Fisherman Island spoilers, mentions of threats (usual Zoro/Sanji banter)

Summary: The crews reunion turned sour once you and Zoro shared the same space. There was obvious tension from when you last spoke, hindering on the bitter tone of his words to you. With the crew sick of the avoidance, Nami and Usopp lead a plan to have you reconnect at the King's Banquet, hopeful the uncomfortable avoidance will be resolved.

Word Count: 3,400

"So you think this is going to work?"

"It has to" Nami insisted, turning her head in search of Usopp. She had strategically put a plan into place, sharing the news with everyone except for you or Zoro; giving the best chance of success. "If I have to watch them both ignore one another for one second longer I'm going to lose it! They can only sulk for so long before it gets under my skin!"

"I think it's making its way under everyone's skin; including theirs"

"Which is why this is going to work"

"Shh" Robin laughed, nudging her friend gently. "She's coming over"

———————

"Y/n" Robin waved, shuffling over to make space for you to sit down. You had gone in search of something to drink, the night still very occupied for the King's Banquet in celebration of your crews assistance to defend Fisherman Island. Along your way you kept a weary eye out for Zoro, shifting ignoring every green coloured object in your way.

"There you are... I thought I lost my way for a while trying to come back over here"

You gracefully sat beside your friend, huddling close as the music throbbed to your right. You held the glass in your hands, keeping it close to act as support, knowing the tension in the air that loomed over you. It was obvious since the crews return of the awkwardness between you and Zoro, almost deafening in a room full of obnoxious activities.

"Uh huh" Nami smiled, taking a sip from her wine. "That sounds like a certain person we know. Say, Y/n, have you had a chance to speak to Zoro tonight?"

You scoffed. "Absolutely not"

"Why not?" Robin question, her tone soft as usual. She didn't pry on such events, her usual kindness and concern for her friends making it easy to succumb to her questions.

"I don't particularly want to talk to him after what he said to me, and how he said it. I know he was hurt but there was still no excuse in how he put me down like that"

"What if he apologised?"

"Now we all know that thick headed idiot doesn't even know how to spell that word, let alone know how to make one"

"Y/n, answer the question"

You sighed, glancing quickly over in his direction, walled behind a few of your friends. You had always thought about it, approaching him first even just to get him to talk to you, but you never saw the point. How would he know he was in the wrong if he didn't initiate conversation first?

"I'm not sure" you looked back over to the girls. They shared the same hopeful face, smiling sweetly, making you feel safe in their company. "Maybe?"

"That's good enough for me..." Nami mumbled under her breath, covering her voice up as she took another sip, her attention shifting to Usopp.

———————

"Wait, what's the plan again?" Luffy scratched his head, tilting to one side.

"I already told you!" Usopp snapped, annoyed having to repeat himself for the sixth time in the last hour. "We get Zoro over to Y/n so they can talk it out and stop ignoring one another"

"Oh yeah!" Luffy laughed, "I remember now"

"Yeah, but for how long..." Usopp mumbled, noting Zoro as he sat in the corner; still from when you had all entered hours ago. He was occupied from the bottles of alcohol that surrounded him, clearly intoxicated by the way he moved, his eyes shutting in show motions.

Continuing his search, Usopp caught the eye of Nami, waving her down with a sly signal, letting her know the operation was in place. She returned the signal, turning back towards yourself and Robin to execute her end of the plan.

"Sanji?"

"Mmm?"

"You sure you want to be the one to do this?"

Sanji clapped his hands together, drunk on the thought of Nami. "Anything to please my sweet Nami-Swan!"

"Alright, sorry I asked..."

Usopp swiftly pushed Sanji into Zoro's direction, bracing himself for a clash to unfold. He was surprised when Sanji had volunteered to help, however, now understanding his willingness to help Nami, it became clear he would set aside his pride to be in her good book for a while.

———————

"Oi, Marimo"

"What the hell do you want, curly brow?" Zoro snapped, opening his eye. As he looked up it was if he had sobered up immediately, not wishing to be caught off guard by someone like Sanji.

Kicking the bottle aimlessly, Sanji ignored looking directly at Zoro, disgusted to be in his presence; but determined to obey Nami's wish. "I can't believe you're still just as drunk and useless as before. Or maybe I can, it is you after all... and I expect nothing but disgusting behaviour from you"

"What the hell did you say?"

"Oh, and you're deaf now too? A wonderful addition for the greatest swordsman you so wish to become"

"You better watch what you say stupid cook or the next thing that will be flying out of your mouth is those teeth"

Sanji laughed, amused by Zoro's attempt to sound tough; knowing he couldn't kick his ass if he was even sober. Lighting up a cigarette Sanji let room for a dramatic pause, building Zoro's anger all the more painful. He wanted to let him sweat, bath in his fury in a wish to escape, hoping the rest of his friends were sticking to their end of the plan; not screwing it up for his beloved navigator.

Taking a long drawn out puff, Sanji soothed the smoke around him, clouding Zoro's view. He was prepared to fight back if things turned sour, Zoro obvious to the script given, widening his stance just a bit more than usual.

"Not if I end up knocking you on your ass first, moss head"

———————

Looking up from your drink you noticed a comfortable laugh, meeting Luffy as he sat opposite you; Usopp sitting to his left. In one hand, Luffy had gathered a flowing bowl of food, unusual to the group as food services has ceased mere hours ago. They easily slid into conversation, Nami and Usopp counteracting off one another as usual; Luffy too busy with the food to chime in.

As Robin's eye slid from the group she noticed a commotion caused by Sanji, drifting her attention to where Zoro sat. She half nudged to you, although spoke loud enough for Luffy to hear.

"Zoro looks rather uncomfortable"

You followed her gaze, alongside Luffy, finding the tufts of green behind the stack of bottles and Sanji's tall figure. It was obvious the two were bickering - as usual - their body language intense and stubborn.

Amused by his friends, Luffy took a moment to finish eating, swallowing the chunk of meat wedged in his mouth. His body turned, already forgetting his mission but proceeding out of the goodness of his heart.

"Oi, Zoro!" Luffy called.

The group shifted their attention, looking over to where Zoro sat, apart from you, the grimace on his face a clear indicator of what everyone was looking for; a clear way for him to come over. Everyone around you exchanged a look, proud as Luffy waved his arms around, catching Zoro's attention.

All it took was Luffy's instructions, a simple obedience from the captains right hand man, and the plan would continue the smooth sailing in place.

"Come over here!"

———————

Intruded by the inviting idea of separation, Zoro quickly left from his spot. He ignored the wobble in his legs, grasping his swords tight as he shoved past Sanji, making his way over to where his captain sat.

From his angle there looked to be four of his friends, laughing and having a better time than what he was experiencing currently. He didn't mind if he had to listen to the nagging voice of Nami as she spoke, mindlessly chatting to Robin, who as usual, looked deep in thought. He would be happy to engage with Luffy when he could, making the top of his list for favourite people in a heartbeat, enjoying the pleasant conversation as he joked with Usopp.

As he crashed down into the circle he caught sight of something he hadn't noticed before, sitting to his left, hidden by the figures of his friends. A crushing stutter caught him in a choke, punching the air from his lungs. His heartbeat was horrifically loud, pounding in his ears, not expecting you to be here, so close to him; smelling so inviting.

"Y/n?"

———————

You could feel the group grow quiet, half expecting you to say something, surprised Zoro even spoke to you at all. It had been years since he attempted any form of conversation, the last time ending a lot differently than his current tone now.

"Hi?" you shrugged, looking away from him back to Robin, ignoring the blistering heat of embarrassment across your face.

Zoro grumbled something, half attempting to get up but remembered Sanji, looking over his shoulder as if to keep him in place. He refused to engage in any looming conversation, as much as they tried to include him, keeping to himself as he fidgeted, agitated of this current predicament.

He was trapped.

Once again Robin nudged you, laughing as you rolled your eyes at her now obvious attempt to get you to talk to Zoro. Her face continued to remain hopeful, even attempting to bring Zoro to join in; which he quickly rejected.

"Stop trying to make it happen..." you mumbled to her, leaning in close so nobody would overhear. "He is clearly not going to make things better between us so there is no point in trying to get us to talk"

Grinning innocently she took a sip from her wine. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Y/n"

"Robin, please!" you begged, hoping someone would back you up here. Everyone knew how much he hurt you, unable to hide your raw emotions after the fight, turning cold and almost frightened at his mere presence. And it stung, seeing all your friends ignorant to your feelings, pushing you to do something uncomfortable.

How come Zoro wasn't getting this treatment?

Why wasn't he being pushed to speak to you?

You stood up, unable to take any more of the growing intolerance between you and Zoro. If something was to happen moving forward you were not going to be the one to break first. "I'm going to grab another drink"

———————

Robin watched as you walked away, an added annoyance in your strut as you quickly chugged the remainder of your drink. She sighed, turning to Nami, afraid the plan was getting out of hand. "Nami..."

Nami held her finger up, stopping Robin from counting further, knowing what she was referring to. "I've got this"

She had noticed Zoro's dazed state, realising your disappearance may have unnoticed to him. Thinking quickly she drunk the remainder of her drink, pinching Robin's out of her hand, before finishing that as well.

"Oi, Zoro, go get us some more drinks" Nami extended her arm out in his direction, drinking glasses twisted through her fingers.

Zoro scoffed. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you would do anything to get some alcohol in that empty hand of yours, and I told you to" Nami pressed her lips into a thin line, handing her glass over to him. "Now go!"

———————

Mumbling under his breath, Zoro trudged back over to the drink table, slamming the glasses down. The table was still flowing with bottles of various alcohol and barrels of beer, which Zoro was sure to swipe of mug off on his quest.

As he fumbled around the bottles of wine he caught a whiff of you, transporting back to moments ago sat by your side. Actually, he never noticed you leave your spot. He wondered where you went, both as of now and after Sabaody. He missed you terribly, forcing his memory of you to be pushed to the back of his mind, too focused to worry about the addition of his friends. He missed everyone - even the presence of Sanji - but nothing hurt him as much as returning to silence.

Zoro missed your chatter, your laughter, having you accompany him with stupid experiments. He missed how you would annoy him with help, both to rest and to assist with various things in the name of science. He enjoyed your stories, babbling on with terms he didn't understand, but the joy in your eyes was enough to get him through.

He missed having you around.

He would do anything to have you back.

As his hand came over to the barrel, there was a slight touch, gentle and cautious, pulling away as soon as you both touched hands. The voice sung a swat apology, Zoro looking over to grunt at the person, annoyed of their close proximity.

Looking up he was quick to meet your eye, looking away just as fast, embarrassed he didn't see you there. Again.

It was a common theme for him tonight, almost overlooking you like a shadow without means. He was confused, hurt, but knew if something were to happen now would be the time to ask. He needed to know why you were ignoring him.

Maybe attempting to smooth things over wouldn't be so bad?

———————

"Beer, huh?"

"Hmm?" you stopped pouring, setting the mug down onto the table; grasping it firmly for comfort. You refused to look over in his direct, feeling his body do the same, unable to meet each other in an eye lock.

"I didn't think you drank that stuff"

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me. A lot can change in two years, you know"

He went quiet to that, skipping a beat.

"You still... doing those experiments?"

You turned your body towards him, cocking an eyebrow at his attempt to small talk; wondering what your friends had said to him. Surely Nami had got to him, assuming Robin was too polite to be forceful and direct him your way.

"Is this your attempt to say sorry to me?"

"What?"

"Are you trying to apologise for your behaviour, Zoro? How you treated me? Or are just going to pretend like that never happened?"

"I-" Zoro fumbled, not entirely sure what to say. "What would I apologise for?"

Zoro could see his response hurt, your face dropping, a slight quiver in your lip. Your hand let go of the mug, balling at your side in rage, turning your knuckles a ghostly shade of white. An inconvenient swear parted your lips, furious he had the nerve to even say that to you.

How could he still be so blind and ignorant?

Brushing past him you made sure to hit him on the way, cementing your frustrations. It wasn't enough to let him mentally paint the picture anymore, waiting for some half-ass apology that had no value to his words; only to stop you behaving in such a sour way. It was tiring, exhausting, wondering if maybe you would come back to him the same as he always used to be, forgetting about how he treated you, resuming your friendship, or if he would take the plunge and own up to his mistake.

And unfortunately neither was an option.

Zoro's head followed you, looking over his shoulder as you walked away from him. There was a drop in his stomach, realising why exactly now you were ignoring him; hurt by his actions. But Zoro had no idea why. Until he remembered the fight.

Your face held a familiar look to how you looked before, back in Sabaody; back when he snapped at you. He could clearly remember the whimper and shake of your lip, almost frightened by how he raised his voice at you.

You were scared of him.

He made you retreat from him - afraid to get hurt again.

Swearing under his breath Zoro realised what he had done, realising there was a reason for your blunt behaviour that he hadn't thought about before. He was so blind to his own selfish goal over the two years it never occurred his actions had consequences on you; or anyone else for that matter.

Leaving the glasses on the table, Zoro followed you, struggling to keep up as you darted out of the banquet. He picked up to a steady jog, the only indicator of you the linger scent that curled his toes to think about. A wash of blame fell over him, never understanding why it took him this long to piece together what he did. He had time. 2 years. 2 years to think about everything but somehow this slipped his mind.

He hoped he could repair what he broke.

"Y/n, wait..."

Zoro continued to follow you outside, a deep hazy blue surrounding you as you stood by the doors of the palace. It was quiet, still, the loss of people still hoarding in the banquet giving an almost apocalyptic feel.

As he lunched to you, Zoro's hand gripped your arm stopping you in your tracks, the amount of force made you turn on your heels, allowing him to face you properly. "Is this why you've been avoiding me?"

You struggled to look up at him, knowing if you did you would cry. His grip was strong, although you knew it would be easy to break away from him if you wanted to, giving you the freedom to disappear again. He just wanted an answer.

"I wasn't trying to ignore you. I was going to speak to you... I thought about it, but it didn't make any sense. I wasn't making any sense. I thought, if we are going to talk then I need to get an apology; something sincere from you. And so I came back and I saw you and you said nothing, and any time we were together, you said nothing. And now we're here and you're still not saying anything to me"

Zoro continued to stay silent, hoping you would explain deeper.

"What you said to me back then, how you handled your emotions and lashed out at me for helping you, it wasn't fair. And now I don't know how to act around you and it isn't fair. I don't know how to feel. I'm angry. I miss you. I feel like I'm out of my mind!"

"No, you're not! I snapped at you when you were just trying to help me, care for me, and you didn't need me doing that to you. I was cruel. And I came back and tried to act like it was no big deal, but it was a big deal! I couldn't stand the thought of you not speaking to me ever again, but then I was also doing it to you! I made a promise to myself and it got in the way of how I treated you, and so I'm sorry! Nakamas?"

You smiled up at him, ignoring the stream of tears that clouded your vision. There was only thing you truely wanted when the crew reunited and now you had it, an apology, a genuine apology from Zoro.

"Nakamas"

Your arms flew around Zoro's middle, pulling yourself to him in an embrace, feeling his body stiffen at the contact. You were aware of his strict dismissal of affection, however you didn't care, leaning into the idea everything was okay between you two. And it was.

Zoro reciprocated the hug, keeping you close, his face leaning down to bury into the tuft go hair atop of your head. His body relaxed, engulfing you tighter into his body, pressing the smell of musk and steel against your skin.

He was happy. For the first time in a long time he was happy. It felt so good, so right to have you like this; speaking to him again. It was if the moment he snapped a part of him went missing, your presence dissolving from his life and also a part of him he wasn't sure he could ever get back. But here he was, completely whole, and he refused to let something like that come between you two again.

"I'm so glad I have you back, Y/n"

[girasollake]

i almost lost you | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

requested: yes

summary: reader is the first to jump into the lake and she gets very injured by the bats which causes her to pass out, her boyfriend eddie is worried that he will lose her

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries from bats, curse words

type: angst/fluff

a/n: kinda enjoyed writing this one, my eddie phase is consuming me, hope you’ll like it<3

word count: 1890

‘So what’s the plan?’ Robin asked looking at the dark water.

‘Well, someone has to go down there.’ (Y/n) answered smoothly. ‘And since none of you are thrilled, I guess I have to do it.’

‘Uh, uh, hell no. You’re not going first.’ Eddie grabbed her hand.

‘Do you wanna do it Eds?’ She tilted her head and his eyes widened. ‘Mhm, that’s what I thought. See you guys in a bit.’

She snatched her hand from Eddie and dived into the depths of the Lover’s Lake.

‘GOD DAMN IT!’ He screamed and tried to catch her but she was already gone.

The whole time she was down there searching for the stupid gate her boyfriend was scared shitless. He wondered how could she hold her breath for such a long time and his mind thought of the worst. But suddenly, her head popped out of the water and all of his worries disappeared.

‘I found it.’ She said while she was trying to catch her breath.

She swam forward to hold the boat but something tugged on her leg.

‘What was that?’ Steve asked and leaned closer to the edge of the boat.

‘I don’t kno-‘ (Y/n) said when she grabbed the boat, she didn’t get to finish her sentence because this something pulled her underwater.

They screamed and tried to grasp her hands but they weren’t on the boat anymore. Eddie and Robin started panicking, he wanted to jump after her but he was too scared.

‘We have to do something!’ Robin’s scream echoed throughout the lake.

Nancy looked at Steve and when he gave her a nod they both jumped into the water.

‘Fucking! Son of a bitch!’ Eddie screamed.

‘It’s your girlfriend! Do something!’

‘Fuck this shit!’ He hissed and jumped overboard, Robin following him a second later.

They swam quickly towards the big red opening at the bottom. In his mind, Eddie feared the worst. When he appeared on the other side he was frightened because of what he saw. The ugly, mortifying bats were eating the flesh of his girlfriend and one of them was choking her. He saw Nancy and Steve helping her with some oars so he grabbed one to and started hitting them one by one. When they finally got rid of them he ran towards (Y/n). He was thankful she was standing, at least she could move and her wounds couldn’t be that bad. At least that’s what he thought, the reality was much worse.

‘I told you to not go down!’ He hugged her quickly.

‘Yeah..’ She croaked. ‘You didn’t want to go so I went.’

He pulled away from her and took a better look at her bloodied face and the scar on her neck. Then he slowly lifted her shirt and he wished he hadn’t. Bite marks were splattered all over her stomach, dark blood leaking out of each one.

‘That bad?’ She asked when she saw everyone staring at her stomach.

‘No..No!’ Nancy said. ‘It’s fine, you’re gonna be okay.’

She tried her best to reassure the injured girl because those wounds didn’t look okay at all. Nancy didn’t want to tell her bad stuff, she needed her to be strong.

‘Um… guys? I think it’s time for us to go.’ Steve said and gave a nod towards the sky where an army of bats was flying towards them.

The group started running away to the woods. (Y/n) didn’t have much strength but she needed to get somewhere safe. When they had found the perfect spot Nancy offered to patch her up. She tore apart some of her clothing and carefully wrapped it around (Y/n)’s stomach. After some rest, the girl said she’s okay and they can continue walking, they had already decided to go to Nancy’s house and get some guns. Throughout the whole journey (Y/n)’s body was giving up on her more and more. She didn’t want to say anything to Eddie, she knew how much he was scared for her and worrying him wouldn’t do much good. When they had finally reached their destination she felt the worst pain yet. She grabbed her stomach and bended her body forwards.

‘Hey, hey what’s happening?’ Eddie was immediately at her side holding her up.

‘No-nothing, just..hurts.’ She mumbled between her deep sighs.

‘Nancy can we lay her down somewhere?’

‘There is a sofa over there. Watch out for the vines!’ She replied and pointed her finger towards the living room.

‘Eds, I can’t…it hurts so much..’

‘You’re gonna be fine! Just a few more steps baby…’ He said and suddenly her body went numb. ‘(Y/n)? (Y/n) baby? Oh god. Fuck.’

He hurried towards the couch and placed her body on it. His hands grabbed her face and started tapping it lightly. He was terrified but he checked her pulse, she was alive.

‘Hey, (Y/n), can you hear me baby? Please wake up, (Y/n) please.’

Nancy came over and looked at her wounds after she had took of the “bandaid”.

‘Oh no.’ She whispered. ‘Steve go to the kitchen and see if there is a first aid kit!’

The boy hurried towards the room and started searching for the item. Meanwhile Eddie was trying to not have a panic attack and stay calm.

‘Is she gonna be okay? Please tell me she’ll be okay.’ He said, his voice slightly breaking. ‘I can’t lose her, I can’t lose her like this..’

‘I think she’ll be okay Eddie, we have to disinfect the wounds and bandage her up first.’ She took the first aid kit from Steve who had just returned. ‘Move over there’ She nodded her head towards the other edge of the couch.

Eddie scooted over to the side and grabbed (Y/n)’s legs. He felt something warm and lifted his hand.

‘Wheeler?’ He whispered and Nancy turned her head.

She looked at his hand covered in blood and then her eyes wandered to (Y/n)’s legs.

‘Take off her pants, quickly.’ She said. ‘Robin, Steve you go upstairs and look for something useful, I should have the guns in my closet in a shoe box. I’ll meet you up there as soon as I finish.’

They both ran upstairs while Eddie wiggled (Y/n) out of her pants. The view wasn’t exactly pleasant to the eye. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there with wide eyes while he was scanning all the wounds on his girlfriend’s body. Nancy told him to help her which he did immediately. They quickly bandaged her belly again after Nancy had disinfected it, then she looked at the girl’s legs and swallowed a huge lump in her throat, it was worse than she had thought. She didn’t respond to Eddie’s questions anymore, she just wanted to stop the blood from leaving (Y/n)’s body as soon as possible. When she finished her job she hesitantly placed two fingers on her neck and after she felt the pulse she gave a sigh of relief.

‘Stay here with her and check for her pulse occasionally. I’ll go help the others upstairs.’ She said and smiled at him softly.

Eddie just nodded his head and took a seat on the floor. He started stroking (Y/n)’s hair with one hand and he used the other to hold hers. And suddenly everything occurred to him, he understood how real this situation was, how close he was to losing her. He would never forgive himself if that happened, she was his happy place, his sunshine, without her he wouldn’t be himself. She had helped him unlock things about himself he hadn’t known about. She had been there for him when he had needed her most and she had always stood up for him. A quiet sob escaped him and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. He caressed her face and kissed her cheek.

‘Please don’t leave me, you’re all I have.’ He whispered in her ear and buried his face in her hair. ‘I will never love again if I lose you, you showed me what being in love feels like and it’s better than all the fucking drugs and shit.’

He placed his fingers on her neck, she was still alive which gave him hope and he kept trying to wake her up. His face was still in her hair, he was smelling her shampoo and perfumes. Eddie placed one of his hands on her chest, he felt it slowly lifting and falling while he was whispering sweet words and pleadings to her.

‘I could give up everything to meet you again, I would sell my music tapes, my rings,  my car.” He said sniffling. ‘I would even get rid of my guitar if it meant spending the eternity with you so please, please come back to me, I love you so much.’

He heard a soft chuckle and his head shot up. (Y/n)’s tired eyes were looking straight into his and a soft smile was plastered on her face. He wanted to squeeze her tightly but he knew it wasn’t the best idea so he just went back to his previous spot and nuzzled into her neck.

‘I’m not leaving you so soon, don’t worry pretty boy.’

‘God, I thought I lost you.’ He whispered, another sob escaping his mouth.

‘Hey, hey, baby…’ She turned her head and tried to look at him. ‘Please don’t cry, I’m here. I’ll always be with you.’ She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek.

He melted into her touch and closed his eyes.

‘I’m gonna be okay Eds, I’m not going anywhere.’

‘I was so scared.. You have no idea how much you mean to me, I can’t even put it into words.’ He sniffled and hugged her again.

‘I think I might have an idea since you wanted to get rid of your best girl for me.’

‘My guitar is nothing compared to you and you know YOU are my best girl.’ He gave her a quick peck and started stroking her cheek with his thumb.

‘I know.’ She whispered and gave him a smirk. ‘And why the fuck am I almost naked?’

Eddie laughed and wiped away his tears.

‘Don’t you rather be almost naked than bleeding out?’ He asked.

‘Mhm, fair.’ She mumbled.

‘I’m sorry.’ She heard Eddie whisper.

‘What?? What are you sorry for?’ A confused expression was written on her face.

‘I should’ve gone down. None of this would’ve happened if I wasn’t a coward.’

‘Eddie, you’re not a coward, stop saying that.’ She shook her head.

‘All of this is my fault.’

‘No. Don’t say that Eddie, come here.’ He rested his head on her arm, her other hand was stroking his messy hair. ‘You are my hero, Eddie. If you hadn’t helped me and talked to me, who knows what could’ve happened? Please don’t blame yourself for this, it could’ve happened to any of us. Okay?’

‘Mhm.’ He mumbled.

‘I love you Eddie and I’m so thankful that you’re here and so proud that you jumped and tried to save me. You did your best, baby.’ (Y/n)’s sweet voice finally calmed him down.

‘Thank you.’ He looked at her with puffy eyes.

‘You have nothing to thank me for, I should be the one thanking you.’ She said and kissed the tip of his nose. ‘You saved me. As always.’

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[forever-rogue]

hello! I hope you’re having a fantastic week😌

I was wondering if I could request something? Maybe Eddie having a soft gf and she goes to one of his band’s concerts and just rocks out and has the best time and Eddie is just in awe bc his soft girl is singing along and jumping with the rest of the crowd?

AN | I am so soft for Eddie and his sweet girl🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"No fucking way," Gareth's statement caused Eddie's attention to leave the guitar he was tuning to the other boy. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what had prompted the outburst, "we have a few…interesting fans in the crowd."

Eddie peeked around the moth-eaten curtains of the Hideout's stage, scanning the crowd. All the regulars were there, a few new faces that he doubted were there for them, but then, sitting towards the back he spotted you. He'd recognize that pretty pastel pink sweater just about anywhere.

You were sitting there with your good friend Robin Buckley, the two of you giggling about something. 

"Ahh," he feigned confusion as he looked back at his friend. Gareth scoffed and shook his head, "what's wrong with some fresh blood?"

"They shouldn't be here," he shook his head, "they're probably just coming to make fun of us."

“Relax my sweet summer child,” he gave his friend’s shoulder a squeeze before casting one last look out into the audience. You must have felt him looking because you turned your head and caught his eye, the smile on your large and breathtaking. He shot you a quick wink which prompted you to shyly turn your head, “I think we’ll be just fine. Not everyone is always out to get us.”

Gareth opened and closed his mouth a few times, confused by his friend’s sudden cheery and positive demeanor. He swallowed any remarks that were on the tip of his tongue and followed Eddie backstage to finish setting up. 

“If you weren’t so cute, I’d say you were disgusting,” Robin teased as she clinked the rim of her warm beer glass against yours. They might have been lax about selling beer to the underage, but they made up for it with shitty quality.

“Why?” you asked softly, knowing you weren’t able to hide anything from her. She grinned before nudging your arm, “I just really like him is all.”

“I can see that,” her voice had a singsong lilt to it that made your heart flutter, “you’re in love with Eddie Munson. I think that’s adorable.”

“I didn’t take you for such a romantic,” you shook your head softly, “thought that was Stevie’s job?”

“The dingus isn’t romantic,” she joked, “he’s just pathetic. I’m the romantic one. Besides you apparently. Never thought Munson would be your type.”

“I don’t think I have a type.”

“Well, if you did have one, I’d think he would be the last man you’d go for,” she teased as you took the cheap, terrible beer and took a long sip, “you’re so…soft and gentle. Like…Marie from the Aristocats. I mean, your favorite color is pastel pink and you wear pretty dresses all the time. He’s the exact opposite…black leather and metal. Not that that’s a bad thing of course. It’s just..interesting. But I can see how happy you make each other, and that’s all that matters.”

“He does,” you agreed softly, “he makes me so happy. I…I love him a lot, Robin.”

“Love,” she sighed wistfully, “you’re precious, cutie.”

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Eddie never really paid much attention to the crowd during their weekly little gigs. It was a multifaceted thing; there were usually the regulars in attendance and it kept him focused on playing. But tonight? Tonight was different - tonight had him staring out in the crowd more often than not.

Why? You were the reason, pure and simple. You were no stranger to Corroded Coffin’s music, having listened to Eddie practice many times, watching as he strummed away on his guitar and sang softly. But he’d never realized just how intently you had apparently been listening to him. 

Every time he looked through the small sea of people and found you, you were singing along with him, bobbing your head happily and swaying in your seat. The normal adrenaline that he felt from performing was doubled and then some from seeing you; he was pretty sure his heart was full to bursting. At one point, you’d caught his eye and waved, with a beaming smile on your face. Was it possible for him to fall even more in love with you? He was pretty sure he did then and there. 

He was pretty sure that was their best show ever; maybe his sweet, soft girl was his good luck charm.

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It took the boys a little while to pack up and get ready to leave, but when they started to walk through the place, he found you sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of cola as you waited. Steve had come to pick the two of you up, but you’d stayed behind and promised you’d get home safe. Steve didn’t know that you were dating Eddie Munson and you weren’t in the mood to go through all of that tonight. All you wanted was to see Eddie, to hug him and to kiss him.

You slurped up the last of the syrupy liquid when you saw that familiar mop of curls from the corner of your eye. You swiveled in your stool before sliding down and almost running over to him. He set down his guitar case just in time to catch you and wrap you up tightly in his arms. 

“Eddie bear!” you sounded so excited as he squeezed you tightly, inhaling your soft smell that always made him melt. You pulled back and put your hands on his shoulders before leaning up to press a small kiss to his lips, “you guys were amazing! You did so well!”

“Really?” his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as you nodded eagerly, unable to stop yourself from peppering kisses all over his pretty face, “you think so, pretty girl?”

“I know so,” you promised. You opened your mouth to say something else, but were quickly stopped when you heard a few small sounds of surprise. You looked behind your boyfriend and spied the rest of his bandmates standing there with various looks of surprise on their faces. Your face warmed up as you held up your hand in a small, tentative little wave, “hiya!”

“Are you…lost?” you couldn’t help but giggle at Gareth’s question as Eddie turned around and looked at him in amusement, “Eds? Are you…”

“Dating? Yes,” he answered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. You looked up at him with nothing short of pure reverent adoration, “that’s why she was here tonight. Not to make fun of us.”

“What?” you looked between the two of them in surprise, “I would never! You guys, all of you, were amazing tonight. I really enjoyed all of it. I’d love to come to more shows, as long as its not a bother.”

“Totally,” Gareth held out his hand to you and you eagerly fistbumped him in return, “never thought someone like you…or anyone would date Munson!”

“Very funny,” Eddie lightly smacked the side of his head with a laugh, “dick.”

“Well,” you wrapped your around Eddie’s waist and snuggled into him, “I happen to love him very much.”

“I guess opposites really do attract!”

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“Is something wrong?” you reached over and gently brushed a few rogue locks of hair out of his face. Eddie turned to you with those big, brown eyes looking worried, “you’ve been quiet since we’ve gotten back.”

“‘m fine, angel,” he promised as the corners of his mouth quirked up into a small smile, “really.”

“D-did I do something?” his face fell at the worried expression on your face, “should I not have come tonight? Was I too much?”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head fervently as you loosened up slightly. He shifted on his bed so he was facing you. Eddie tenderly took your face into his hands before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “it’s just that…back at the bar. Y-you said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

Oh. Oh. You hadn’t really thought about it when you’d just said it out loud. The two of you had been dating for some time, and you were positive you loved Eddie…but you’d never exchanged those three little words. You showed him how much you loved him through your actions everyday but there was still something special about hearing you say it. 

After a moment of hesitation, you grinned at him softly before nodding, “yes. Of course I did, Eddie. I love you. I really, really do.”

He felt a slight stinging at the back of his eyes as you touched his face and tenderly brushed your thumb over his cheek. He took your hand in his much larger one and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I love you too, angel. Lots and lots.”

“I know, Eddie bear,” you whispered, moving to wrap your arms around him and accidentally pushed him over so he was on his back with you on top of him. The two of you broke into a fit of giggles as you looked down at him with a wistful little sigh, “you’re so wonderful. I love you in every way, my sweet boy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Duh,” you teased softly, “always, Eddie Munson.”

“Always sounds perfect to me.”