#Mike needs a much bigger push than Will

[bluebugjay]

WAIT if season 5 is going to follow some of the dynamics of season 1 what if byler don't get Murray-ed but they get Lucas-ed??

In season 1 Lucas is the one to call out Mike for being 'blind because he likes that a girl's not grossed out by him', he's the one to break off from the group to save Will on his own no matter what the others say. It makes sense that he'd be the one to push Mike in that direction again (also the fact Lucas has been the one who has tried to help Mike in his relationship with El the most throughout the seasons so he'd know how none of it came naturally to Mike)

Not to mention in season 5 we're probably going to have Max in a coma for a while with Lucas depressed over it. It would work so perfectly that Lucas snaps after hearing Mike talk about his rocky relationship with El and maybe a bit about Will and just yells at Mike that he's being childish with his emotions because Lucas himself is mourning his real relationship when Mike is still hung up over his pretend one. Also a parallel about how Mike acted when Will was gone in season 1 to how Lucas acts whilst Max is 'gone' in season 5 would also work so well.

[solarmorrigan]

You know how cats seem to have an innate sense of when you’re about to get up, and they choose that exact moment to sit down on your lap? And no sooner have they made themselves comfortable than you realize that you have to go to the bathroom, or someone calls you over, or the phone starts ringing, and you have to shove the poor cat off your lap?

That’s basically Eddie’s sex life right now.

Well alright, no, not entirely, but – it’s a component that’s certainly starting to become an irritation.

It’s just that Steve has a wonderful lap.

At least, Eddie assumes it’s wonderful. It’s wonderfully inviting, at the very least; it’s wide enough to offer Eddie (who is not quite as generously endowed in the whole… thighs-ass department, he’ll admit) a good seat, and he’s had his hands on the area often enough to know it’s firm but with just the right amount of give to be very comfortable.

But Eddie’s never actually gotten to spend much time on it.

He doesn’t even mean that in a sexual way (although that much is also true). Every time he’s so much as tried to plop himself down on Steve’s lap to do something as innocent as watch a movie, Steve seems to remember something he needs to get up and do within just a few minutes.

For a little while, Eddie had been worried about what that meant. Did Steve not want to spend time with him? Did Steve not want Eddie near him? Did Steve not find him attractive? Did Steve just find him annoying?

But further time spent together has given Eddie more confidence. Clearly Steve enjoys spending time with him—submits to it willingly and often—and does find Eddie annoying but in a way he enjoys. Steve also most definitely finds Eddie attractive (and, in fact, has no trouble at all spending extended time on Eddie’s lap). So at this point, it’s more of a puzzle. A frustration.

It can’t be that Eddie’s too heavy for him; Eddie isn’t a small guy, really, but he isn’t huge, either. He’s seen Steve push and pull bigger people around – hell, he’s seen Steve carry Mike a good ways through the woods and back to the car after the kid had slipped and twisted his ankle when they’d been out walking (an incident which none of them are allowed to speak of ever, for varying reasons of blackmail and dignity), and he’s not too much smaller than Eddie.

Eddie is nothing if not a direct sort of guy, though – if he’s thinking something, he’s going to say it. This is mostly because he has very little brain-to-mouth filter, but he’s learned to make it part of his image. He’s pretty sure it works for him.

All of this to say that one afternoon, as they make out on Steve’s couch, Eddie freshly settled on Steve’s lap, Eddie decides to just… ask.

He waits until he can feel Steve’s hands sliding down around his thighs—not groping, but with the intent to move him—before he pulls back to say anything.

“Hey,” he says—gasps, really, still a little breathless with his attempt to seize the opportunity, “question.”

Steve blinks up at him, startled. “Uh. Shoot.”

“Do you not like it, when I sit on your lap? Because it kinda seems like you find other places to be when I try to make that happen.”

If Steve had been startled before, that’s nothing on how he looks now. He covers it in an instant, but Eddie’s seen it; Steve’s good, he’s very good, but Eddie is literally right in his face.

“What?” Steve pulls back, brows drawn in confusion. “No. Why would I have a problem with you being in my lap?”

Eddie shrugs. “Not a damn clue. That’s why I figured I’d ask. It’s just that whenever I get myself settled here, you suddenly remember you have to get up.”

“I don’t do that,” Steve scoffs, throwing in a good-natured eye roll.

“You kinda do, babe,” Eddie says, keeping it light; this isn’t an argument, nor an accusation – it’s literally just a question, and he doesn’t want to scare Steve off.

“So you’re saying, that every time I have my boyfriend on my lap – a guy I find insanely hot, by the way,” Steve’s hand slide back up Eddie’s thighs, edging towards his ass, and this time he’s groping, “you’re saying I don’t want him there, is that right?”

Eddie’s resolve almost breaks as Steve stares up at him with his ridiculous, pretty eyes (he’s good, he’s very good, Eddie will give him that) and tugs him closer with his ridiculous, strong hands, but he knows Steve is lying. He knows it.

He just doesn’t know why.

And isn’t that interesting? Eddie wouldn’t exactly call Steve an open book, but they know each other pretty well by now; Eddie can usually read Steve, but he has no idea what he’s thinking just at the moment.

So he decides to allow it.

He’ll see where it goes.

“Hm,” Eddie hums, as if he’s thinking. “That does sound a little silly, if you put it like that.”

“Completely silly.” Steve grins up at him, but there’s a thread of very genuine sincerity in what he says next. “Of course I want you here.”

And Eddie’s not sure what to say to that, so he leans back in to kiss Steve again.

And for a while, it’s fine. Great, even. Steve is a very good kisser, after all, and Eddie likes to think he’s no slouch himself, and a good time is being had by all, except before too long Eddie can feel Steve starting to tense up under him.

Once again, Eddie doesn’t mean this in a sexual way.

It’s not the fun, anticipatory kind of tensing, but the ready to run or punch something kind of tensing. The kind of tension that comes from a threat, not from having your boyfriend on your lap.

Eddie waits to see if Steve will do anything, say anything, but he does nothing. His kisses grow more distracted, quicker and shallower, but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t push Eddie away.

It’s when Steve starts shaking that Eddie gives up.

“Okay,” Eddie pulls away, shifting himself to the side so he doesn’t have more than an ankle draped over Steve’s legs, “what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean, what’s wrong? You’re the one who pulled away,” Steve snaps.

“Yeah, because it feels like you don’t want me up there,” Eddie shoots back.

Steve rolls his eyes again, irritated this time. “What, you don’t like it if I don’t let you sit on my lap, you don’t like it if I do let you sit on my lap– What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Maybe just the goddamn truth.”

Whatever Eddie expects, it isn’t for Steve to just… stare at him.

He stares at Eddie for a good five seconds in full silence before shaking his head. “No,” he says quietly, “you don’t want that.”

His sudden reticence only sparks Eddie’s irritation. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t want, Steve. You don’t want to tell me, that’s on you, but don’t decide for me what I don’t want to know.”

“Well what do you think you’re going to hear, Eddie, huh?” Steve barks. “What do you want to hear? You wanna hear how Billy Hargrove sat on me – pinned me down while he beat me unconscious? Or you wanna hear how it felt to be handcuffed to a fucking chair while some Russians– while they– how it felt to be held down and not be able to stop them from doing anything?”

Steve has stood up now, pacing in front of Eddie, and Eddie wishes he could do anything other than fucking stare while his boyfriend has some kind of breakdown that he started.

“Or – or how about how I ruined multiple dates, or hookups, or whatevers when someone tried to sit themselves down on top of me and I damn near shoved them off onto the floor and then had to make up some dumb fucking excuse and run out on them before I had some kind of fucking panic attack? You wanna hear all that?” Steve demands, rounding back on Eddie. “No! You don’t… you don’t want to hear that.”

“Steve… no, I don’t wanna hear all that,” Eddie says, and hurries on when he can see Steve practically crumple in on himself, “I don’t want to hear that all that horrible shit has happened to you, but I need to.”

“Wh– what?”

“You don’t… I mean, you don’t have to give me specifics if you don’t want, but I need to know what might set you off so I don’t accidentally do it, okay?” Eddie says. “It fucking terrifies me that you went through all that, and I know I can’t do anything about it, but I’m at least not going to be one more thing that makes you hurt. I’m gonna make damn sure of that.”

“…Oh.”

It’s clearly not what Steve was expecting to hear, and for a moment he shifts uncertainly in front of Eddie. He wraps his arms around himself before seeming to think better of it and crossing them over his chest instead. Eddie wants nothing more than to draw him close and hold him, but Steve’s not quite ready yet.

“I’m not… I didn’t want to say anything. I don’t want it to be an issue,” Steve finally says.

I don’t want you to treat me differently, he doesn’t say.

“Then we won’t make it an issue.” Eddie shrugs. “You got some kind of trauma associated with sitting on other people, or can you come back over here to me?”

Steve blinks at Eddie, startled, before he gives in to a little huff of laughter, slowly crossing back over to the couch.

“You’re an ass,” he says, all fondness.

“Mm, so I’ve been told,” Eddie says, aiming a smug smile up at Steve as Steve settles himself right over Eddie’s lap. “And yet, here you are.”

“Yeah…” Steve leans in, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth, quirking a little smile as he pulls away. “Here I am.”

[thegnomelord]

pls pls pls pls pls pls write something with hound getting a lil chubby during rehab pls i want to see him soft and comfy, being hand fed and cuddled. hound with a little tum from finally having not only enough to eat but enough rest to actually gain a little extra weight pls im in my knees characters getting a lil chub as a sign of healing my beloved

Okay here's a small brain fart for you:

You've gotten fat.

it's a rather egregious exaggeration, according to the two sergeants, but it's the first thing you think of when you look in the mirror. Your hard muscles still bulge beneath your skin when you flex, but now there's a layer of fat cushioning your frame — it smooths the planes of your abdomen, widens the circumference of your thighs and the breadth of your shoulders until you're popping the seams of your clothes, the layer of fat deepening the cleavage between your pecks whenever you cross your arms. Even your cheeks look chubbier than they had before.

You don't look like death warmed over, and you don't know how to feel about it. The psychologist says it's a good thing, your body finally figuring out it can slow down and focus on healing instead of constantly living on the edge of a knife.

But you just don't see it. It feels like you're regressing; Forgetting the harshness of the wild when you're collared and leashed by the fireplace, growing fat and lazy, complacent. A spoiled dog isn't loyal.

You let out a noise at the back of your throat when Johnny suddenly rushes into the small room you've been given, the door slamming open and closed. You don't have time to even say a single word before he's in front of you, "Hide me!" and then he's gripping your shit and pushing himself beneath it. Your frame is big enough to where you completely block him out, and his arms wrap as much as they can around your waist so he can cling to you.

You're rarely stunned to the point you don't know what to do, but this is one of those times.

A second later you hear a "MacTavish!" and loud footsteps rush down the hall, accompanied by loud swears and threats you can only assume are from Ghost.

Johnny waits still as a statue as the footsteps grow quiet, his breath washing over your skin from where his face is pressed against your chest. When they grow quiet he shuffles, a couple of seams popping in the already stretched out shirt until he pokes his head through the head hole of the shirt, resting his chin on the top of your sternum. "Thanks laddie, saved me skin there."

"Что блят?" Is the only thing your mind can force out, defaulting to Russian because you haven't been able to dig up your mother tongue from the grave the old you is buried in.

"Ah don't worry about it, the bloody dobber had it comin' with his bloody tea in chef Mike an' — Hmmm," His attention focuses on you, head disappearing beneath the shirt once again until only his stupid mohawk pokes out as his hands give an experimental squeeze at your sides, some of the fat getting trapped between his fingers. "Hey, have you gotten bigger? Ah could swear you weren't so fluffy before."

"That a nice way of calling me fat?" You feel the need to cross your arms, to hide the cushioning hiding your muscles. Ants gnaw on your skin where Soap touches you, his calloused palms sliding as far as they can and a strange sound rumbling in his chest when he registers that the space between both of his hands is indeed larger than it had been a couple of months ago.

"Nonsense!" He guffaws, "There's just more ta love." He hums, hands pinching the fat at your sides, evidently too content with your position as his human furnace to even think about detaching from you. "Oh yeah, you've filled out. Yae know hens love the dad bod, get some more hair on yer chest an' you'll be reeling the bucks in too."

"That-" You have to bite your lip when his hands suddenly shoot up to grope your pecks. He pushes them together and buries his face in the cleavage created. Your brain completely shuts off when he fucking motorboats you, shaking his head and making a sound right against your chest to the point you're sure you can feel the vibrations in your spine.

"MacT-avish!" The sound that escapes you is humorously high-pitched for someone of your size, your voice cracking as you feel your entire face grow hot.

He pokes his head back out like a whack-a-mole, a very pleased look on his face. "Yeeess?" He asks, sickly sweet. "Something the problem big man?"

"I-" You try, too many thoughts weighing down your tongue, "-You-" this time your voice cracks, "-why-" you hiccup, your lungs choosing this time to request air as you breathe in. You look in his eyes as best you can, but the way the sparkle makes it difficult for your body to stoke the flames of anger you've grown so used to feel. ". . . блят." You finally manage to say, your shoulders sagging.

He grins at you, his hands sliding down to pet the soft surface of your stomach, fingers pressing down to feel the hard muscle beneath the fat. "Aye, big bear of a fucker, you are." He grins and goes on his tippy toes, the shirt moving up with him before he lightly pecks your lips. "Yae look good like this."

"Yeah?" You grunt, trying not to show how the soft touch affects you but your ears feel like you'd dipped them into the pits of hell.

"Definitely." He's confident when his hands slides down to grope your ass, forcing another embarrassing sound from your chest. "Now how about we get some more food in yer belly? Make you the famous MacTavish pie."

[jealousjersey]

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plussize!reader x mike schmidt blurb

MINORS DNI I HAVE A BAT

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mentions; plussize!reader, cum eating, munch!mike, oral sex (reader receiving), gender neutral reader (with female parts)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n: as a plus size writer this means a lot to me n i hope u guys like it!!

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2:30 am, you wake up in the bed with your boyfriend of 5 months, he was still awake at this hour and it had you worried, you two have sad sex many times and it was amazing each time, but mike proposed something different “now that you’re awake i have something to ask you” he looks rugged, hair messy, shirt crumbled on his frame.

“i want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out” mike looks at you with a serious look on his face

“what?” you rub your eyes as you chuckle a bit, not knowing if he was serious. you’ve always been bigger and your ex boyfriend never wanted to give you head because of your weight, it was dehumanizing. but mike was different, he wanted every part of you, as long as you would let him.

“i want you to sit on my face” he repeats, you know he’s being serious right now. “mike-“ you say as he cuts you off. “listen, i know you’re thinking about it but let me make it clear. i will make it good for you, i just want to give you the utter most satisfaction i can give you. please sit on my face baby”

mike has always loved your chubby stomach, kissing your stretch marks and laying between your legs. he’s joked about wanting you to choke him with your thick thighs before but you laughed it off, saying “i’ll choke you mike” “then i’ll die a legend” he would quickly say back

“alright i’ll sit on your face but promise me you actually want this” you laugh at him. “more than anything. i need it and i know you do too.” he looks at you, his brown eyes being swarmed by the black of his pupils. lust fills him as you take off your shirt, exposing your breasts to him. “what a sight” his eyes darting up and down from your breasts to your thighs

“are you sure you really want this?” you ask him. as the words come out of your mouth his head nods up and down while his cheeks flush with red. you take off your shorts and underwear, and mike spreads you legs faster than you’ve ever seen before.

mike starts off with licking a stripe down your already wet pussy as he pushes a finger in, stimulating you, mikes tongue licks around everywhere but your clit and you’re desperate for some friction.

“i’m ready when you are” you say to him. almost immediately he jumps up and lays flat on the bed with his eyes closed. “get on” he orders. you agree and carefully position your legs between his head, hesitant to sit fully down but he insists.

“you sure i’m not gonna kill you right?” you say, genuinely worried. “i swear.”

you sit down completely and he begins. mikes scruff rubs against your legs in a uncomfortable way that just turns you on more, the burning of it between your legs feels so good now.

mike moans unashamed, like he’s getting more out of this than you are. he grabs your hips and pushes you down on his face more, attempting to get as much as you in his mouth as he can, tongue emerged into your wet pussy. “fuck mike” you moan as your shoulders relax and your back curls forwards. mike moans into your cunt and the viberation gets you. mike takes his hands off your hips and guides them to his hands, as he takes both and holds them in front of you.

you’re already to close to release from his tongue inside you, his scruff rubbing against you and him moaning inside you but then he inserts 2 fingers inside of you, curling them inwards repeatedly hitting your g spot and causing you to scream out “fuck mike i’m s’close”

“cum on my face” you hear him mumble. you orgasm as you hold mikes hair and ride it out on his face.

mike comes out from underneath you, face is glistening from your release all over him. you look down and he has a surprising wet patch on his gray sweatpants. you take his lips and suction onto them, getting a taste of your release as well.

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[talesofesther]

Moonstruck - Part 3

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

A/N: This part ended up so much bigger than I intended; but anyway, it's cute, it's relationship progress and what happens here was kind of the idea that made me start this little series.

Masterlist | Read Part 2 here

Eddie became a regular part of your day. For more than two weeks now, your routine has been intertwined with his. It started with small meet-ups before and after school, to talk about least liked teachers and upcoming tests. Eddie waits for you on the outskirts of the parking lot every day; away from prying eyes, yet you always know where to find him, and he always has the most adorable little smile on his face when he sees you coming to him.

Sometimes, you're even able to get a hold of him during lunch, you'll find him sitting by the lonely picnic table in the woods, taking a break from the other students. He seems surprised every time that you seek him out, his brown eyes following your every move until you settle beside him. The conversations are always easy, Eddie never makes you feel like you need to be anything other than yourself.

One detail still keeps you up at night, though. Eddie doesn't allow you to find him inside the school. He refuses to be seen with you during classes or inside the school's hallways. The only hint of your relationship whenever there are other people around are the shy, barely-there smiles he gives to you when you accidentally pass by each other. No one else sees, he makes sure of it.

You questioned him once about it, and you'd never seen him so nervous.

He'd mumbled something like; "don't wanna put a target on your back, sweetheart. It's better this way."

You were tired of telling him you couldn't give two shits about what other people would say. He'd smile, reach out gently to touch you in some way, and say he knows that.

As much as you wanted to tear away that image of himself that people forced inside his head, you'd give him time, be there whenever he was ready.

"So are you two like… Me and Mike?" Eleven's voice brought you back to your room, to the present.

Her question made you fiddle with the shirt you just folded. Tucking it inside your wardrobe, you turned to her, who was sitting on your bed watching you sort out the freshly dried clothes.

"No it's- it's not like that, El. You and Mike are a little bit more than me and Eddie." You pushed away the remaining pile of clothes, sitting beside her on your bed.

Eleven pursed her lips in thought. "But when I ask about him, you seem happier. More than with your other friends."

You sighed, finding the faded flowers on the comforter of your bed quite interesting to look at. "Yeah, that's one way of seeing things."

"He makes you happy then?" Eleven raised her eyebrows.

"I guess he does." You could feel heat creeping up your neck.

Your sister was catching up on things much faster than you'd like. "What about him is different?"

You knew what she was doing, a classic move of making you talk about the person you may or may not have a crush on until you dug a hole for yourself all on your own. Yet, when the matter was Eddie, you couldn't help but relent.

"He's fun, always making me laugh. And I guess he makes me feel comfortable, he's also one of the sweetest people I know, unlike the other guys back in school who I can't stand. And… He has really pretty eyes."

The last part slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, your eyes shot up quickly towards your sister; only to see her already grinning at you.

"Girls," Hopper opened your bedroom door in a swift motion, making you jump slightly and Eleven turn around in the bed to look at him. "Dinner's ready."

He left, and you let you a frustrated sigh, falling back into your bed.

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You kissed your dad goodbye and closed the car's door with a thud. The day was cloudy today, there was a cold breeze flowing. Holding onto the backpack strap over your shoulder, you took steady steps through the middle of the parking lot, hearing the chief's car speeding off in the distance.

Leaves from the trees around the school grounds were flowing with the wind; you found Eddie leaning against a tall, lean tree. He wore his black leather jacket with a red plaid shirt underneath. It suited him. His hair was almost as wild as the brown and green leaves falling around him.

He perked up when his eyes landed on you. A small, timid smile made its way through.

"How you always manage to arrive earlier is beyond me." You raised an eyebrow, closing the distance between you two. Letting go of your backpack, you opened your arms in a silent invitation.

Eddie avoided your eyes for a millisecond, pushing himself away from the tree. "The secret is; not sleeping." He brought you into the hug you offered him every morning, arms carefully going around your waist in a familiar hold.

He never held on too tight, never held on for too long. You never said anything, squeezing him enough for the both of you.

You pulled away, hands resting on his shoulders. "You're not serious."

He squinted his eyes playfully, "I guess we'll never know."

Reaching down, you slung the backpack over your shoulder again. You hooked your free arm around Eddie's, sneakily dragging him towards the school. "I can't say much, though. Spent almost the whole night on that cursed chemistry assignment, no wonder we got so much time to get it done."

Eddie could feel his body covered in goosebumps at the way you insisted on having him close. Your arm resting around his, bodies pulled together as you walked. It's been weeks and his heart still thundered like crazy only thinking about it, let alone feeling you. He figured he'd never truly get used to this kind of high.

"Um about that, I've actually been meaning to ask," he glanced over at you to see you already looking up at him; eyes shining and making his throat close around his own words. "… If you're- if you're done with that book, by any chance?"

You frowned, trying to think back on what book he might be talking about.

"The chemistry one I got for you in the library." Eddie clarified.

It was as if a lightbulb was turned on inside your head. You came to a stop, automatically dragging Eddie to a stop as well. "Eddie, don't tell me that's what you were after that day."

Eddie chuckled, he kicked a pebble that was stuck under his sneakers. "Kind of, yeah."

Unceremoniously, you hit his arm, albeit lightly. "Why didn't you say anything? I only needed a few sentences from that." You shook your head, gently scolding him and his lack of communication. "Will you even have enough time to complete your assignment?"

Playing with your fingers that still rested comfortably against his arm, Eddie cocked his head to the side in a way that shouldn't be as adorable as it was. "Don't sweat it, sweetheart. I'll make it work, promise."

His cheeky grin took away a little bit of your worry. The nickname he insisted on calling you never failed to spring butterflies inside your stomach.

"Alright, if you say so." You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought of an idea. "Can you pass by mine tomorrow to pick it up? Maybe we can hang out after, it'll be Saturday anyway."

Eddie's mouth hung open but no words came out. You wanted to hang out with him? Outside of school?

He didn't realize he was still fidgeting with your fingers until you gently held onto his own. He gulped, lips tilting up in timid happiness and not thinking too much before saying; "sure, we can do that."

"Perfect." You smiled brightly, pulling him once again forwards to continue walking.

Eddie forced his knees to work, his chest feeling warm and fuzzy inside in a way that was completely new to him. However, he came to an abrupt stop when he noticed you had already left the parking lot, and a few gazes were already glued to the both of you. Furrowed eyebrows, lips turned in something akin to disgust and whispered comments amongst the few students around you.

"Shit, I just remembered," Eddie spoke quickly, untangling his arm from yours against his will. "I forgot to grab something from my van, you go ahead, yeah? We'll meet later."

You groaned, a frustrated sigh escaping you. Almost. "Eddie…"

"Promise." He traced an 'x' over his heart. "I'll find you."

And then he was off, leaving you to watch as dark brown curls bobbed up and down as he ran.

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First period was as boring as you expected it to be, you were looking forward to just grabbing your lunch and giving your mind a break from all the studying.

Chrissy and Allison, your friends from the cheer team, walked alongside you as you entered the lunchroom. Most students were already occupying the several tables, which were mostly divided into groups. Nerds, party animals, jocks, and so on.

You picked up a tray containing today's boring lunch and sat down at the table, the one filled with white and green colors from the school's basketball team.

Taking a bite from the triangular sandwich, you scanned the big room in search of a certain pair of chocolate brown eyes. You found his usual table, Gareth, Dustin, and Mike talking loudly amongst themselves; undoubtedly about an upcoming campaign. But Eddie was nowhere to be seen.

About two minutes passed, you were sipping on your not-so-hot hot chocolate when you heard the argument.

You got up from your seat to look at the other end of the room. Your blood started to boil when you caught sight of Eddie with Jason holding him by the collar of his jacket. You didn't even have time to put down your plastic cup before making your way toward the two.

"You say that one more time, freak," Jason growled, shaking Eddie with a tight grip on his jacket.

"What? How you play a stupid game of tossing balls into laundry baskets and call it professional?" Eddie chuckled, even if his voice wasn't as steady as he wanted it to be. His eyes briefly caught on with your distant figure moving closer. He cursed under his breath.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in school right now," Jason said through gritted teeth. He slightly loosened his grip on Eddie, a wicked smile slowly creeping on his face; "and if it wasn't a complete waste of my time. Because that's all you'll ever be, won't you? A complete waste of time and space."

He said the last words pointedly, making Eddie flinch with each one.

"Even your delinquent parents couldn't stand you, isn't that why they left?"

Eddie's breath got stuck in his throat, he furrowed his brows at the words that were now tightly squeezing his chest.

Jason's smile widened with the reaction. "Yeah, I've heard what happened. You were too much of a freak even for them," he said lowly.

With a sharp grip, Eddie ripped Jason's hands away from him; turning around and all but running towards the exit. The first tear fell down his cheek just as the doors closed behind him.

Grinning to himself, Jason turned around, only to bump straight into you.

With a fake startled gasp, the remaining hot chocolate you were holding in your cup started to stain Jason's white jacket. Brown mixing with the team's colors for what would probably be a permanent stain. Poorly hidden chuckles could be heard from the students around you.

"Oh," you innocently raised your gaze to his face, which was already red in anger; "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." You said to him with an obvious pout, dropping the plastic cup on his feet.

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but you didn't let him. "Out of my way, you piece of shit." You shoved him forcefully, making him back away into the small puddle of spilled beverage.

You didn't look back as you walked the same path Eddie did, only being able to hear the lunchroom being filled with laughter.

Leaves crushed beneath your feet as you walked, the many trees around you making the air slightly colder.

It was no surprise to you when you found him there. His back turned to you as he sat on top of the lonely picnic table, his head on his hands and the black leather jacket discarded beside him.

"Thought I might find you here." You announced your presence, walking the rest of the way to Eddie.

He dug his fingers through his hair, but other than that, there was no reaction.

You stepped up on the bench, picking up his jacket and laying it on your lap to sit beside him. Your shoulder brushed his; you kept your eyes up, watching the way the green of the trees met the blue of the sky.

After a minute passed, Eddie sighed. "Yeah, hiding, that's all I know how to do apparently."

Your gaze moved to him, watching the way he was hunched over, trying to make himself smaller. "That's not true, Eddie."

He mulled over your words, still refusing to look up at you. Part of him was scared of what he may see in your eyes now. He wasn't surprised that this was the feeling twisting inside his guts. That he was scared that sooner or later you'd see him just like everybody else does.

That you'd leave, just how everybody else seems to. Good things don't happen to freaks like him. Sooner or later, you'd go.

Eddie wasn't ready. "You're the best part of my day." The words rolled off his tongue on their own, through a quiet tone that broke in the middle.

You heard them, feeling your heart oozing red. Your hand gravitated towards his own almost instantly, closing around his surprisingly warm fingers.

"I'm not like them… I'm not." His head turned towards you as he spoke pointedly, trembling fingers messing with your own in a motion you were starting to associate with nervousness. If Jason knew the fame that followed the Munson name, you probably did as well.

He shrugged his shoulders, it was more of a defeated gesture than anything else. A tear dropped from his chin to your hand. He grimaced at the wet stain. "Don't wanna lose us." He choked out.

There was no immediate reaction, with the way your chest was hurting for him. Eddie's sentences were out of place, thrown out in the open in what you assumed was the only way he knew how to express them. They brought a lump to your throat all the same.

You intertwined your fingers with his, dropping your head on his shoulder to plant a kiss on the plaid shirt. "What he said… You know it's not true right?"

He didn't answer, and your heart bled a little more.

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes briefly before talking. "I know you're not like your parents, Eddie."

He finally met your eyes, his chocolate brown orbs were shining brightly under the soft sunlight, courtesy of unshed tears. You smiled through tears of your own. "You show it to me every day, by being so caring, gentle, fun and so goddamn lovable you make me never wanna leave your side."

Eddie let out a teary chuckle, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips. He placed a kiss on each of your knuckles, part of him wishing you'd understand the unsaid words. I'm falling for you more every day.

"You have such a pure heart, I'm sorry your parents didn't get to see that," you breathed out. Letting go of his hand, you brought your hand up to his cheek; before threading your fingers through his hair, watching closely how his eyes closed in bliss and then pulling him in for an embrace.

For the first time, Eddie held on to you as if his life depended on it. Bringing your body flush to his with his arms around your waist. He sucked in a breath and let out a long, relieved sigh against your neck; as if tasting fresh air after a long time without it.

"You're too good for me." He mumbled.

"That could never be true." You promised.

The school bell forced you two apart. As you got up and down from the table, you made sure to put on Eddie's black leather jacket over your team uniform.

His cheeks became impossibly redder as he watched you do it, already engraving the image in his mind forever.

You extended your hand for him to take, a silent request he was all too familiar with.

Eddie hesitated. You closed the gap anyway, albeit giving him enough time to say no if he really wasn't ready.

You guided him through and out of the woods, your hand firmly clasped to his.

You walked past the parking lot. Your thumb tracing the back of his hand and your shoulder bumping into his felt like the rhythm of his favorite song.

You walked past the school's doors, some heads turned, gazes lingered on the two of you, and Eddie felt like a celebrity. Your hand never let go of his. Steady, secure, always there.

Eddie was smiling stupidly all the way, feeling his chest buzzing with warmth and love. You proved him wrong. You stayed.

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[temptingfatetakingnames]

The weeks passed slowly for Eddie, and he was starting to lose it. He felt antsy, his natural chaotic energy having to be contained as much as possible so he didn’t tear out his stitches… Again. So, it was with great relief that the powers that be finally decided he was well enough to finish recovering at home. Or at least to whatever trailer the government had seen fit to replace his actual home with. Wayne said it was great, new and updated and bigger than the one Vecna had destroyed. He wouldn’t have most of his shit, but Wayne and the kids had done a good job of replacing a lot of what he had lost. He had a second-hand cassette player and a bunch of tapes, a thrifted copy of The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings, and clothes that Robin had snagged from the school. The most important thing – his sweetheart – had been salvaged. He couldn’t wait to start playing again. He had written some pretty sick lyrics that he was excited to put music to.

Wayne finishing packing his bag just as a nurse came in with a wheelchair. He settled himself in and she pushed him out into the hall, Wayne trailing behind. He had her stop as they passed Max’s room. Steve was visiting. Steve was always visiting, never leaving either of them alone for too long. He noticed they were holding hands, which was weird because usually Max freaked out if anyone tried to touch her. Eddie was still constantly surprised by how good Steve was with the kids. How different he was with each of them based off their personalities and needs. Playful with Dustin, sincere with El, firm with Mike, soft with Max, heartfelt with Will, mentoring to Lucas. He understood people, saw them and what they needed. Eddie could never have imagined how much Steve gave of himself to the people he loved. Eddie wondered what Steve would give him, if he ever reached the level of friendship Steve had with the kids. And the thought sent a wave of longing so intense through Eddie that he was glad he was sitting down because his legs went weak with it.

“Heading out, Munson?” Steve asked, getting up and walking over to them.

“Yup! This place has had enough of my charms and they’re kicking me out.” Eddie shrugged and tried to steady his racing heart.

“You were a terrible patient, I don’t blame them at all!”

“I was a model patient, Harrington! I thought we were friends, how dare you take their side?” Eddie asked with feigned disgruntlement.

“How many times did you pull out your stitches, Munson?” Steve asked and folded his arms across his chest.

Steve had him there. He had pulled his stitches a few times trying to do things he shouldn’t, like play his guitar or - heaven forbid - go to the bathroom by himself!

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave me all alone here,” Max said from the bed. They had hung out a lot over the last few weeks, bonding over terrible wounds and angry music.

“Don’t worry Red, I’ll be back to visit. I would never leave you to the not-so-gentle mercies of the sadistic needle wielding nurses of Hawkins Memorial.”

Max smiled a little at the description. Eddie was ecstatic he could elicit even a small bit of happiness out of her.

“Onward, mighty stead!” Eddie pointed down the hall as the nurse sighed behind him. The staff were truly over his shit.

“Before you go, I wanted to give you this,” Steve said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He handed it to Eddie. It had his number written on it.

“Call if you need anything, any time. I mean it.”

“Oh, you’re making a huge mistake giving me this Big Boy, prepare yourself for a lot of prank calls.” Eddie grinned up at him.

Steve went to grab the paper out his hands, but Eddie shoved it in his mouth to keep it away from him and mumbled, “kidding, kidding!”

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“Get outta here, Munson!”

[elekinetic]

Ten minutes. Mike has been staring at this damn piece of paper for ten minutes.

He’s all nerves. Fiddling with a pencil in his right hand and drumming his fingers with his left, shaking his leg up and down and up and down under the desk—all in rhythm with his rapid heartbeat. Buh-bum, buh-bum, buh-bum. He’s moving, moving, moving, but his eyes are locked on this stupid spiral notebook. It’s taunting him, really. Evenly spaced college-ruled lines in light blue, bracketed by faint red. It’s just there, still and solid and sure, and Mike feels like he’s being pulled in against his will, like he’s getting closer and closer but he’s not moving, and the notebook isn’t moving, and it isn’t saying anything because it’s a notebook, but it’s fucking mocking him and—

This is normal.

Mike’s a writer, okay? Or, well, he wants to be. But he knows that it’s like, a thing for writers to be intimated by a blank page. Something about infinite possibilities. If you don’t write anything down, it can still be perfect. Still be something actually good, and not whatever first-draft bullshit you’re gonna scribble down. Putting lead to paper is a promise to fuck up, to unavoidably make bad choices and create something that will need to be fixed. Writing it means you can’t live in theory anymore, that you’re gonna look the crippling fear of fucking up in the eye and say, “Sure, why not?”

It feels wrong to do this in his math notebook. It feels big, so much bigger than linear equations and absolute values. His notes from this morning’s class peek through from the other side of the sheet. Mike can see the ghosts of the cubes he doodled in the margins. He’s been really into that lately, trying to draw 3D shapes. There’s a couple sticky notes covered in them right by his pencil cup, which is really just a tin mug he swiped from the 1970s camping kit collecting dust in the back of the garage.

Maybe it’s just because he’s quiet, but all Mike hears is noise. He can the faint shrill of the pipes in his wall—someone showering. The wind picking up and battering against the loose storm drain along the wall outside. The muffled hum of the TV downstairs turned all the way up because his dad is either deaf or obnoxious, or both.

The clouds must part, because a beam of afternoon sunlight suddenly glints off the pencil cup straight into Mike’s eye, pulling him out of his trance. His eyes narrow as he winces and pushes the cup away from the window.

Maybe he should do it on a new page. Scratch that—he should definitely do it on a new page. Mike flips the notebook over and smooths the paper. Might as well just rip it out too.

When he crumples the paper teeth into a ball and tosses toward his trash can, he misses. It falls soundlessly to the carpet, right next to the pair of flannel pants and Judas Priest t-shirt he’d shucked off this morning. Should’ve just worn it to school, he thinks, looking down at his green flannel and pointedly ignoring the fact he’d already worn the crumpled tee all of Sunday and Monday. Maybe if he’d just put on extra deodorant he could’ve—

He's procrastinating.

It’s simple, really. Just. Write the words. That’s it. Just fucking write it down. It’s not that hard, you just take the pencil and then put it down and then make the words and then boom, it’s done. So just do it. Do it. Do it. One, two, three...

Ugh.

He doesn’t know what he’s gonna get out of this. Like, what? He writes it down and then suddenly everything is okay? This is all totally normal and there’s nothing wrong with him and every fucked-up thing that comes with this will magically disappear and his life will become daisies and rainbows and shit? Ha, sure.

Mike knows he’s just trying to talk himself out of it because he doesn’t want to do it. But that’s what this whole thing is for, facing fears and “feeling discomfort,” or whatever. Maybe to prove to himself he can think about it without shitting his pants. Fuck, he’s basically an adult. He’s literally fought monsters. He can do this.  

He gets through “I—” before the pencil breaks. Because of course it does.

Mike chuckles dryly and grabs a pen. It’s a blue BIC. He thinks there’s something kind of poetic to it being ink. Maybe it’s a metaphor.

He can’t even say it.

What was it Will said once? Something about a band-aid? Maybe it’s not a good idea to think about Will right now. Or maybe it is.

Fuck, okay. He’s doing it.

Three words. Three words. Okay.

[desiccatedwithering]

The others are fine-tuning the plan, and Steve, for once, is grateful that they haven’t bothered to ask for his input. He wouldn’t have anything useful to say. Not now, when stress and fear are a rope around his neck, choking him more and more as they close the distance back to Hawkins. Not when he can see a hundred different ways that this could go wrong, could all come crashing down on their heads. Not now, when Robin’s concern is rattling around in his head, when it’s taken on a life of its own, shaking him and screaming, “Someone is going to die!”

They’re spread too thin, fighting on too many fronts. They’re not being smart about this. But he’s dumb, too dumb to figure out a solution, too dumb to offer up anything other than “No, no, no, this will get everyone killed.”

The thought of leaving Max and Lucas and Erica alone makes his teeth hurt, makes him genuinely sick to his stomach. They’re children.

And worse than that, Lucas and Erica are both associated with Hellfire now. The whole town will be hunting them, out for blood. What if Erica gets spotted? Jason wasn’t afraid to get in Nancy’s face in public, and Mike’s in fucking California right now, couldn’t possibly be involved with helping Eddie. So what will he do if he finds the Sinclairs, in the middle of the night, all alone, with Max in a trance?

Steve should stay with them. Keep them safe.

But—

Vecna—or Henry or One, whatever—he’s like El. Sure, he’ll be in a trance when they get to the house, but once they light him on fire? He’s gonna wake up, and he’s gonna be pissed. And Steve isn’t sure how much help he’d be against someone with superpowers, but three against one is better odds than two against one. (And a part of him thinks he’s justified in worrying that a gun might not do much, not when the Upside Down has apparently transformed him into an even bigger monster. Bullets didn’t stop the demogorgon. Who says they’ll stop Vecna, even if he used to be a normal man?)

And then there’s Eddie and Dustin, and he can almost convince himself that they’ll be safe. But the wounds in his sides are throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and he knows that Dustin is loyal to a fault—“You die, I die”—and for all Eddie’s talk of being a coward, Steve knows that he isn’t, and—

Fuck it.

The others are so caught up in rehashing the plan that they don’t even notice that he’s gone off course until he’s parked and marching out of the RV.

“Wh— Steve! What are—?”

“I’ll be right back, Rob. Two minutes.”

“Where—?” The rest of Eddie’s question is cut off as the RV door swings shut.

Steve jogs up the drive, gritting his teeth at the flare of pain in his sides, and pounds on the door. “Tommy? You home, man? It’s Steve!”

A moment later, the door is yanked open, Tommy spitting, “What the fuck, Steve? You—” He stops abruptly, eyes raking over Steve from head to toe and back again. “Fuck, Steve, you look like hell. What happened?”

Steve grimaces. He doesn’t bother to answer the question; there’ll be time to explain later, if he’s right about this. God, he hopes he’s right about this.

Carol appears behind Tommy—which is a relief; he’d hate to have to do this twice—and gives Steve the same once over, eyes narrowing. She opens her mouth, closing it again when he shakes his head slightly.

“I hate to do this,” he says, “but you remember the promise we made? When we were nine?”

Tommy’s eyes widen, and his shoulders go rigid. “Steve?” he asks, and he sounds— fuck, he sounds terrified. Steve closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath so he doesn’t turn tail and run. He prays to a god he doesn’t believe in that it’ll be enough. (A tiny, selfish, awful part of him almost hopes that it won’t. But he squashes that voice down. They don’t have another choice; they need more help.)

Carol pushes past him, reaching out for the hem of Steve’s shirt and lifting it delicately. Steve doesn’t protest. Her mom’s a nurse; she’s always been able to tell when he’s hurt and hiding it. No point trying to conceal gaping holes in his sides if he couldn’t sneak something as minor as a sprained wrist past her.

She clearly wasn’t expecting it to be this bad, though. She gasps, her hands trembling where they hold his shirt. “How—? Who—?”

“What the fuck?” Tommy asks, face pale, expression queasy.

Steve knows how it looks, the massive blooms of blood soaking into the makeshift bandage. (He’d say it looks worse than it is, but it honestly hurts like a bitch.)

“I’m sorry,” he says, sure that remorse is bleeding from every pore. He hates, hates, hates himself for dragging someone new into this mess yet again. “But I could really use some help.”

“Fuck, Steve. Of course,” Carol says instantly, looking like she’s about to march off to track down whoever did this to him and make them pay.

Steve glances at Tommy again. His jaw is clenched and his hands are balled into fists at his sides, but he meets Steve’s eyes and nods. “Whatever you need.”

“It’s dangerous. Deadly,” Steve says, almost frantic. As much as he needs their help, he needs them to understand what they’re getting into. “You might not—”

“Steve,” Tommy says. His hand comes up in a familiar move, then stops just in front of Steve’s shoulder, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch. “We made a promise.”

Steve nods, throat too tight to say anything. He’s distantly aware that tears are welling in his eyes, but he doesn’t bother trying to hide them. All he can do is close the scant distance between them, leaning into the pressure of Tommy’s hand almost desperately, hoping the gesture shows even a fraction of his gratitude.

Tommy nods back and repeats, “Whatever you need, Stevie.”

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.5

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 787 (sorry for shortness)

Warnings: Uhhhhh *vague I dunno sounds*

The house was quiet and dark, everyone having gone to bed. Stephanie was laying on the couch, politely declining the offers the others made for her to take their bed while they slept on the floor. Jordan wasn’t going to kick the door down of a cabin filled with Alpha wolves (and one Beta, as Mike had let her know), so she was good where she was. She looked up from her phone briefly as a figure moved past the couch into the kitchen. She heard the fridge open then close and they came back through, stopping behind the couch.

“What?” She asked, looking up briefly again at August standing there, a bottle of water in his hand. “Being kinda creepy right now, my guy.”

“You need to leave.”

“Tried that.” She said, resuming her doomscrolling. “Sy is kind of adamant that I not leave, as I’m his, Geralt’s, and apparently Mike’s Mate. They would rather I not die a horrible death, and I’m not too keen on the idea either, actually.”

“All three of them?”

“That’s what they told me.” She said and there was a pause.

“Sure got them pussy whipped, don’t you.” He said and she looked up at him slowly.

“Fuckin’ pardon?” She asked, “I actually haven’t had sex with any of them. So, you know--” She flipped him off with her free hand. “Fuck you.”

“Classy.”

“I’m just matching your energy, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Asshole.” She said and while he didn’t say anything, he didn’t leave either, and the weight of his eyes was starting to make the skin between her shoulders itch. Hauling herself off the couch, she put her phone in the pocket of the flannel sleep pants Mike loaned her. Sy and Walter had gotten her things from the campsite, Jordan’s were already gone, but it was colder than had been forecasted so the shorts she had packed weren’t going to cut it.

“Where are you going?”

“You care now?” She asked, and went to the front door, flipping back the locks and heading outside. The night air was cool, filling her lungs as she breathed in deep. She needed to call her boss, let her know what was going on. Heather was a wolf, too, and it made sense now why Jordan always avoided meeting her. She probably would have known right away that he was a Feral and contacted the Pack Council.

A deep growling filtered through the night air and she looked over, seeing the massive black wolf walk slowly out of the shadows from the back of the house. Glacial blue eyes glowed at her through the darkness, lips curling back away from sharp canines.

Don’t move. Don’t run. Run and you’re prey. Keep looking at them, maintain eye contact.

It kept advancing on her and she wanted to look around for a stick, or something, but that would require her looking away. It stopped in front of her, ears pinned back, still growling. A self-superior look passed through those eyes. Wait.

“No.” She said, holding his nose and the growling stopped, ears perking up in surprise. “Really? This is how you try to throw your dick around? Fuck off.” She pushed his muzzle away and he pressed in closer to her, sniffing around her, making her lean back a little. “August…” He shifted back, the sight of his limbs contorting and body reforming making her stomach turn a little. “And you’re naked.” The plain, somewhat boring, shirts he wore hid how absolutely massive he was in musculature, his shoulders broad, his chest and stomach that was covered in a layer of dark hair defined but not overly so, making him look strong, not dehydrated. Only Geralt was bigger, and not by much. She didn’t let her eyes go any further south than his belly button before she turned them back up at him, the look in his eyes making her swallow heavily.

“Motherfucker.” He hauled her against him and almost off her feet with an arm around her waist, weaving his fingers in her hair, his lips crashing down on hers hard. The cut on her lip from earlier reopened making her wince, but he didn’t seem to notice. His mustache rasped over her upper lip, the force of his kiss making her toes curl and she found herself responding to him as the image of his wolf flashed over her mind, the phantom feeling of fur sliding over her skin making her shiver. “Goddamnit.” He growled as he broke the kiss. “You’re not leaving.”

“But you--”

“You’re not going anywhere until that Feral is in the ground.”

“August,” Stephanie said, her hands curling around his biceps. “Am I--”

“You’re my fucking Mate.”

[sweet-villain]

Have Faith In Me~ SpinOff To Believe ~1

Summary : While Eddie Munson is living his dream, being a rockstar. You and Billy were having some relationship problems, Lilly is six in this story. What happens when Eddie decides to take time off from his rockstar life? What happens when he appears at your door?

Benny has retired and given the diner to be in your hands, you had no words what you say. But you hired a new staff and it was busier than ever. Lilly had grown over the years, her dirty blonde curls were right above her shoulders and her eyes lingered an image of her father. She has grown really close to her father, a daddy's girl.

Billy has been working at the mechanic shop just down the road, he was closer to him more than everyone thought. His Camaro stand in the driveway in the same condition as it used to be. On the dashboard there lies Bubbles, Lilly's favorite toy. She wants it to be there as a protection to the car.

His curls have grown a bit in the front, he stood leaner with his muscles bigger. He still sported that famous smirk he throw at you when the first time you saw him.

Things have been a little rough between the two of you as you worked at the diner, owning it while Billy worked at the mechanic busying himself with fixing cars. He'd take Lilly to work sometimes, letting her sit in the office and sometimes help him with the tools he needed.

It's been awhile since the two of you were intimate, there were a few kisses but that was it. There were words, there were eye locking and smiles. But there was nothing to it.

Your focus was Lilly, friends and work.

Billy's focus was Lilly, work and driving his Camaro whenever he went for drive.

But he was a great father to Lilly.

Eddie has been off on tour, Corroded Coffin got singed to a record company. Eddie was making albums, meeting girls, having the life. He phoned once in a while to talk to Lilly. He didn't talk to you much, Lilly tell him how Mama was doing.

Uncle Steve looks after Lilly whenever he can, he is busy himself as he met a new gal in his life and those two were pregnant with their second child. Steve was on his way to having his dream. Lilly always pout that she wanted to be his number one, she always is.

Robin and Vicky were living together with two dogs roaming the house, Lilly calls them her little cuddle buddies.

Dustin, Mike, El and everyone else have their own thing going on. Visiting time to time. Everything has changed. You would look out the window with a cup of coffee in your hands wondering what Eddie was doing.

Eddie wonders the same thing as he wakes up from his slumber with boxers on hung low, cigarette in his mouth as he stares out at the light blue sky wondering what you have been up too. It was hard to forget you since you were the one who gave him the push to live his dream.

He is never going to be thankful enough for what he did.

He misses Lilly. He misses you.

He needs to come home.

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Heavy footsteps walk through the house as you lean against the kitchen counter with coffee in your hands. Billy walks through the kitchen in a white tank top, jeans, his curls bouncing at his steps as he grabs bacon off the plate and shoves it into his mouth.

You feel his eyes on you as he continues to shove food in his mouth. You turn your head to look at him for a moment. Meeting those blue eyes of his.

" Hi" you say like it's the best thing to say right now. Billy raises his eyebrow, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head.

" Hi" he says, his other hand has a jacket he's holding. He's up and ready to go to work. Small pair of footsteps run into the kitchen. Lilly is running up to her dad and latching onto his legs.

" Morning, daddy" she says. He looks down at her, moving some of her hair out her way. " Good Morning, princess" he says. She smiles wide at him and then turns to you, " Good Morning, Mama."

" Good morning, angel" you say. She beams at her new nickname you keep calling her. " Did you sleep well? What did you dream about?" Lilly starts to on a rant about what she dreams about. Your eyes catch onto Billy as he's listening. He complete adores her. It warms your heart.

" Daddy needs to go to work now" Billy says making his way over to her, leaning down to kiss her head. " Be good for Mama, okay?"

" Okay. Love you daddy"

" Love you too" he says. Billy never really used to say those words, it took some time. He used to draw a heart on your hand and on Lilly's as a way to tell he loves you both.

He turns to walk out of the kitchen when he hears you clear your throat.

" Forgetting something?" you stand with your hand on your hip as you look at him. He turns his head and raises his eyebrow in question when he chuckles knowing what you want.

He takes two steps towards you as he hovers above you.

" What do you need, pretty girl?"you purse your lips to give him the answer. He hums as he thinks about. You gasp, swatting his chest playfully.

He leans down to kiss you.

" Happy?" he asks. " One more" he leans down, capturing your lips with his as he kisses you softly.

" Ew!' you hear your daughter say as she covers her eyes. You both pull away chuckling at her, " better eat up angel before daddy comes back and eats your breakfast."

She gasps, " Noooo!" stabbing the eggs with her fork as she shoves them into her mouth. Billy laughs as he winks at you walking away to go to work.

There were moments like this when you and Billy looked like a couple. There were times were you both didn't talk to each other, but were civil enough on Lilly's account.

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" How far a long are you?" you ask Steve's now wife as she sits on your couch with her hands on her pregnant belly. Steve is next to her as he looks down at her with a wide smile on his face. He looks so happy.

" 6 month, three more to go" she says. The both of you were close friends, but with work, Lilly and everything else going on, you didn't see her as much. Steve had married her last year, Robin was as his best man and you were the maid of honor.

" When do you think Billy will purpose to you?" She asks, taking a hold of Steve's hand in hers.

You shrugged, glancing at your hands.

Steve frowns.

" What's been going on with you two?" He asks, worry in his eyes.

" Lately, things with him have been distant. We are both working, but there is no intimacy or anything more than a kiss there and here"

" Did you talk to him?" you nodded.

" Every time we do, we snap at each other. You know how he is with his temper, he's working on it but lately it feels like he doesn't love me anymore"

" I'm so sorry, we didn't know" Steve wife says, you waved your hand like it's nothing to worry about. " I'm sure you'd be married to Munson by now if you two were still together, right?" Steve joked.

Eddie wasn't really brought up in the conversations.

"Steven" his wife warned throwing you an apologetic look.

" What?" He asked like he didn't really say anything to be meant to be hurtful. " Apologize" she says.

" I'm sorry Y/N" he says as he walks over to sit down besides you with his hand on top of yours. " It's fine, Steve" you shrugged.

" It's not, when was the last time you spoke to Eddie?"

" A month ago"

" He called me last week, told me he was thinking of coming back home" you froze in your seat. He wants to come back to Hawkins?

" He's done touring?" you ask. He shrugs.

" He said he needed a break, wants to see Lilly" you nodded feeling a pang of hurt. You thought maybe he would want to see you too.

" Do you want to see him Y/N?"

" I don't know, he probably forgot all about me" Steve shake his head.

" You know he talks about you all the time. He knows what he did was wrong those years ago and to this day, he regrets that you are with Billy rather than him"

" He made his own bed and laid in it. I love Billy"

" Do you?"

You don't answer Steve as the silence gives him the answer he is looking for.

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Your eyes grow wide seeing the familiar van he still has as it rolls up to the house. How did he know where to find you? Your looking out the window at him sitting in the van with his hands on the wheel.

Lilly comes up to the window in front of you, brushing her hair out of her face as she looks at the van.

" Who is that, Mama?" she asks as she look up at you.

" Daddy 2" you tell her. Her eyes grow wide knowing who you were talking about. She bounces on her feet.

" Can I go see him?" you look down at your daughter as she looks like she's ready to bounce off the walls. You laugh as you take her hand in yours to the door and throw it open.

“Daddy!” Lilly runs over seeing her other dad, as he stepped out of his van. His hair was a bit more longer, his brown doe eyes light up as he spotted his favorite girl. She giggled as he picked her up.

“Look at you, all grown up. Look at that hair” he moves one of her curls behind her ear. “ how old are you now?”

“Six” she says.

His was talking to her while you stood watching from the door way. Behind you Billy had walked out the bedroom. He has been in a mood since he got back from work.

He has this look on his face.

Distant and cold. His eyes bore into yours as he pauses in his step and turns to look out the window. He spots him. His jaw tenses as he scoffs.

“ Munson”

" Yeah, he's here" you nod crossing your arms across your chest. He stand behind you by the door. His breath hits your neck that shoot goosebumps down your spine. Eddie puts Lilly down as he turns to face the door.

He can see you standing there with a small smile on your face and then looks to see Billy standing there, glaring at him. Things haven't changed.

" Come on, daddy" Lilly pulls Eddie's arms as he heads in front of the house.

" Eddie" you say his name. He swears it's the best thing he has heard in years. " Y/N" he says, you feel your smile get bigger. He opens his arms, waiting for your hug.

You step out of the house and throw your arms around him as you bury your face into his shoulder, taking in his scent. It's the same as before. His hair tickles your face causing you to giggle. The same giggle you share with your daughter. It is music to Eddie's ears.

" I've missed you, Eds" you whisper against his ear. He heard it, squeezing you tighter letting you know he did too.

A cough interrupts the moment and Eddie lets you go as he turns to face Billy.

" Munson"

" Hargrove"

[seidenbros]

Could you do random ship dynamic 5 Carefree and kind of reckless x Stern and is always (affectionately) scolding them where the Henderson!older sister reader is the reckless one (in a Henderson kinda way)?

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Summary: You're the good girl, Dustin's bigger sister, who even stayed in Hawkins after graduating due to everything Dustin had been through. But you need a little adventure now and then, so you sneak out at night. Eddie saw you one night as you find out when you want to get drugs from him for the first time, so he gives you a piece of his mind, and watches out for you. After all, you'd caught his attention long before that day.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem) Henderson!Reader

Word count: 6.1 k

Warning/Tags: fluff, angst, animal abuse, mentions of blood and injuries (minor), drug use (marijuana), mutual pining, post season 3, protective Eddie

Author's note: First of all: Thank you again for sending this, because I had so much fun writing it (especially since I'd had that last part in mind for weeks already, so I got the opportunity to finally write it down). I really hope I captured the Henderson-vibe, because I just adore Dustin and his relationship with a sibling and those who act as siblings towards him. 💚

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“You? For yourself?”

“You gonna sell it to me or not, Munson? Otherwise I’ll have to find someone else.”

It had taken you some courage to go up to Eddie and ask him for some mariuana, but you knew that he was at least someone you could trust with this. You’d never even smoked a cigarette before, because your mother would have killed you. All these years, you’d been the good girl, had taken care of your brother, had started working as soon as you could to earn some money - not that your family desperately needed it, but you wanted to, to put some money aside. You still were the good girl, but about a year ago, you’d started cutting loose a bit. On the weekends, at night when nobody was watching you, just to… feel alive, go on adventures. Every now and then you felt like Bilbo in The Hobbit , safe and content in your home, but when the opportunity arose, you grabbed it and left your home. In your case just for a couple of hours, not for months on end, but you certainly felt a connection to the hobbit.

Your brother didn’t know, because even if Dustin was younger than you, he’d give you a piece of his mind. Your mother would probably faint if she knew what you were up to. Then again… she was oblivious to all the things that Dustin had lived through, but he’d confided in you. The two of you were really close, always had been, and Dustin was probably the reason why you were still here even after you’d graduated. After everything that Dustin had been through, you wanted to stay close. In the end, it was the best decision, because you still weren’t sure what you wanted to do, so you spent your time working at Enzo’s.

This week, though, you didn’t have to work at all, because you’d been working overtime for nearly a month. That’s why you were here, meeting Eddie, because you wanted to get high for the first time. Your mother was out of town, your brother was staying with Mike… Nobody who would judge you, if you really did something stupid.

“You know, your brother will kill me, if he finds out, right?” Oh, Dustin would probably get all up in Eddie’s face, and while Eddie was the older, the taller one, he respected and loved Dustin too much to start an argument with him - at least not one that involved someone Dustin loved as much as he loved you.

“Alright, I’ll find someone else.” You pushed yourself off the bench ready to leave when Eddie covered your hand with his.

“Wait!” No way in hell would he let you go to someone else with this, someone who might take advantage of you or sell you some shitty stuff. Not gonna happen. He realised that you knew what you wanted and that you’d get it one way or another.

Slowly, you sat back down, eyes fixed on him, while Eddie pulled his hand back and rubbed it across his face.

“Ever done that before?” He was pretty sure you hadn’t, because then you would have gone to your dealer of choice instead of coming to him. But you were here, so he already knew the answer.

“No.”

And there it was.

“A first time for everything right? And maybe, I’m feeling a little adventurous!” You started grinning at him, before you got up from the bench again to walk over to his side and sit down next to him. God, you’d had a crush on him for well over a year now, even before your brother had become a part of the Hellfire Club. Maybe it was because he was different from the other people. Maybe because he’d always been kind to you whenever you’d crossed paths. Maybe because he’d been nothing short of sweet while you’d been in class together. Maybe because he’d constantly called you princess . Maybe, it was a mix of all of that, but after the first time he’d called you that, you’d lost your heart. Ridiculous maybe, but it hadn’t been something you’d actively chosen, it had just happened.

Thank God, it didn’t hold you back in talking to him. You weren’t that shy anymore, had become more confident, brazen even over the last year or so. Before that, you wouldn’t have sat down next to him, but now? No problem, even if your heart started racing as you felt his upper arm press against yours.

“Oh, I know about you being adventurous,” he said with a smirk, pulled while he started rolling a blunt. Head cocked to the side, he looked at you. “Seen you walk around at night. Guess Dustin doesn’t know about it?”

“No.” Fuck, he knew, but he hadn’t told Dustin. “And he better not find out. He’s already worried enough.” Which… was probably not surprising considering everything that had happened in Hawkins, especially since you’d gotten all the details.

“And he’s right. You shouldn’t be out there at night all by yourself. Do you even know how to defend yourself?” Eddie tried to mask the worry shining in his eyes by pulling his brows together, giving you a stern look. If nobody in your family could tell you off for behaviour like that, he took it upon himself.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Not exactly a lie, but you knew at least a little bit to fend someone off. “What about you? You must have been out as well, if you saw me walking around…”

“Ahhh yes, but the difference is that people stay away from me, because I’m the freak . You know they say all kinds of things about me. Actually thought you’d be scared of me as well.”

“Of you?” you scoffed, followed that up with a chuckle. “I’d never be afraid of you. You might have a tough exterior and I get it, but deep down…” You tipped your finger against his chest, smile still in place. “Deep down, you’re a really nice guy.”

For a moment, Eddie simply stared at you, his eyes dropping to your lips, before he looked back in your eyes again. Until now - or at least until he’d seen you sneaking around - he’d thought you were such a sweet girl, went out of your way for your family and friends, which was still true, but there was a side to you, that fueled his interest in you even more - and brought out his protective side. He’d seen you in school, had watched you now and then, because he’d been curious about you. He’d found himself looking forward even more when they had their Hellfire Club meetings, because he knew that you’d pick up Dustin, that he’d get to see you. You’d never exchanged more than a couple of words, but every time, he’d found out something new about you. That you were always dangling your keys when you were getting nervous or impatient. That your eyes lit up completely when you got excited about something. That you smiled at your brother with adoration whenever you saw him play. It was truly a deep bond that you shared, which… had made Eddie swallow the feelings that had been bubbling up, because he couldn’t ask Dustin’s sister out, could he?

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone that.” He couldn’t help but smile, because you were right. He’d do anything for his friends just like you, he was passionate about the things he loved, people just didn’t try to look past the rougher exterior.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” You sat up again, breaking the contact of your arms in that movement, but you turned towards him. “So…?” 

Eddie held out the blunt for you, but as soon as you reached for it, he pulled his hand back.

“On one condition!” A mischievous smile was on his lips. You narrowed your eyes at him, not sure what was to come. “You won’t smoke alone. You do it right here, right now, and I’ll keep an eye on you.”

“Are you serious?” There were worse things than spending your evening with Eddie, especially when he made that tingling in your stomach increase the longer he looked at you.

“Dead serious. Who knows how you’ll react and I’ll be here to keep you from doing anything stupid.” He owed that much to Dustin, if he wasn’t allowed to tell him.

You agreed, though you were pretty sure that you wouldn’t do anything stupid - well, that depended on what his definition of stupid was.

It wasn’t exactly surprising for you that you enjoyed your time with Eddie out here in the woods. You had your privacy because nobody really came out here, and you had more in common than you’d thought at first. Conversation flowed easily between you, while you felt your head get lighter and lighter and the trees around you suddenly looked all the more beautiful.

“Looks like you like to dance when you get high,” Eddie said with a chuckle, his eyes on you as you walked around the table, did some little spins and turns, a goofy grin on your face.

“Mhhm,” was your only reaction, but when the world started to spin on its own accord, you walked to the table and lay down on it, legs dangling off it. For a moment, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, until you felt Eddie step between your legs, his thighs brushing against yours.

He leaned forward a little bit, placed his hands next to your hips.

“Feeling good, princess?” he asked, looking down at you.

You opened your eyes and studied his face. His hair cascaded around his face, and he was so close that it nearly touched your cheeks. The guitar pick around his neck was dangling down, catching your eyes for a moment. You hummed your response again, feeling blissfully happy right now.

“You’re so pretty,” you suddenly heard yourself whisper, as you reached up with your right hand to trace your fingertips along his cheeks, his jaw, but then you dropped it again. “Such a pretty boy.”

Eddie’s eyes were fixed on yours. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. He was thinking of all kinds of things now, his hands inching closer to your thighs, but he kept himself from touching you.

“And you’re high.” THAT was the reason why he didn’t do anything, even though he really wanted to find out if your lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

“True.” A giggle escaped your lips and as Eddie took a step back and straightened again, you slowly sat up. “But you’re still pretty when I’m not high.”

Eddie tried to hide the blush creeping to his cheeks behind his hair. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You’d always been cute, but this right here was something else.

“Time to get you home,” he said all of a sudden, reaching out his hand for you to take it. “I’ll make sure you get home safe and then you can get some sleep.” You wanted to protest, but he shushed you with his words straight away. “Just.. trust me on this, okay? I’m just looking out for you.”

And he did. He drove you home and on the way there, you already felt your eyes falling shut. Eddie even walked you to the door, made sure that you were alright and had everything you needed, before he left you alone - or rather stayed in front of your house until he saw you get into your room and turn off the lights there again, because you went straight to bed.

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“She’s been talking about you, you know?” Dustin said about a week later, when he was sitting in front of the school with Eddie waiting for you. They’d finished up earlier than usual and while the others had gone home, Dustin and Eddie enjoyed spending some time together.

“Who?” Oh, he damn well knew who Dustin was talking about, but he had to make sure.

“My sister, who did you think I was talking about?” Dustin scrunched up his nose before he kept on talking. “Anyway, she told me that you two met last week.”

Eddie tensed up, so before Dustin could pick up on that, he got up and crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself from fiddling with his rings.

“What did she tell you?”

“That you bumped into each other and then spent some time talking.” Dustin shrugged his shoulders, but kept his eyes on Eddie. “And that she enjoyed that evening.” Oh, Dustin was watching Eddie intently now, picked up on the way his lips curled up into s smile. He’d seen Eddie look at you, had seen the way he’d smiled to himself every time Dustin had told him that you were picking him up after the club meetings. He was young, but he wasn’t dumb or blind, and now that you’d told him that you’d enjoyed your time with Eddie with that same kind of goofy smile on your lips, he had to say something.

“Yeah, it was nice.” Eddie tried to play it down, because he’d really had a good time with you. The thoughts that had filled his head while you’d laid there on the table had filled his dreams up until today. He wasn’t proud of it, but neither was he ashamed, because he liked you. Really liked you.

“Dude, if you want to ask her out, just do it!”

“What?”

“You heard me. You’re smiling like an idiot whenever I say her name.”

Eddie couldn’t deny that fact, because he’d realised it himself. He’d tried not to smile whenever Dustin mentioned you, but he simply couldn’t, especially not after you’d spent that evening together.

“She’s nice,” Eddie stated, uncrossing his arms again to run a palm over his neck.

“She’s the best,” Dustin corrected him, making Eddie laugh, but he nodded in agreement. There was silence for a moment, while Eddie pondered on what to say next. Dustin adored you, and you adored him as well. He’d never seen such a bond between siblings, which was what concerned him. Not that he was planning on ever doing anything that could hurt you, but he knew that if he did, he’d lose Dustin as well, and he’d grown rather fond of that little butthead.

“You really okay with that?” Eddie asked tentatively, picking at the skin of his bottom lip. 

“You’re one of the good guys, Eddie.” Dustin’s smile softened. He’d trust Eddie with everything, so he trusted him with you as well. “And she likes you.”

“She said that?”

“Not exactly. But I know her.” Dustin got up now as well, because he saw your car coming up to where they were standing. “Just ask her.”

Dustin was more confident than Eddie when it came to this, but he’d definitely try his luck. He felt his heart pick up its pace when you stopped in front of them and got out of the car, a warm smile on your lips.

“Hey Eddie!” Your smile widened just a fraction when you looked at him, but that funny feeling in your stomach made you divert your attention to your brother. “Ready to go, Dustin?”

“All set.” He walked straight to the passenger door, only stopping to give you a hug, because he wanted to get in the car first, give Eddie a chance to talk to you, before you drove home.

“Y/n?” Your name from Eddie’s lips caught your attention and you turned towards him again, curious about what he wanted to say. “I thought that maybe… we could watch a movie together on Saturday. Grab something to eat, you choose the movie…” He didn’t care whether you went out or spent the night in his trailer or even your home. Sure, the latter would give you a little more privacy, but as long as he got to spend some time with you, everything was fine for him.

You hesitated for a moment, not really sure what to say. Of course, you wanted to spend time with him, wanted to feel more of that connection that you’d felt the week before. But you were scared. Scared of what this might become, where this would lead, and your desire for adventure was suddenly nowhere to be found.

“Sorry, I have to work on Saturday.” You tried your best to smile at him. You didn’t like lying to him, not at all, but you actually had some plans for Saturday night. Plans that you didn’t want to say out loud, because he’d definitely try to talk you out of it, so it was easier to make him think that you were working.

“Sure.” Eddie simply nodded and took a step back, before he raised his hand to wave at you. “See you ‘round.”

“Yeah…”

Eddie pretty much hurried to his van, or so it seemed to you, leaving you with a feeling of regret. You should have said yes, you’d wanted to say yes, but this was important to you, because you knew that the Wallaces would be out that night, and you didn’t know when they’d be gone the next time.

“So…” Dustin said as soon as you’d started the engine. He turned towards you so that he could watch you. You could see him grin in the corner of your eye. “What did you say?”

“What do you mean?” Keeping your eyes on the road ahead you tried to ignore the heavy beating of your heart when you thought about your brother’s question.

“Eddie asked you out, right? So what did you say?” Dustin inched closer only to be shoved back into the seat by you. An exasperated sigh left his lips when you didn’t answer straight away.

“I said that I have to work on Saturday.”

“You don’t. I know your schedule.”

“Well…” You wet your lips, trying to find an explanation you could give Dustin without telling him the whole truth. Instead, you focused on something else. “Wait, you were talking about me?”

“Just like we talked about Eddie?” His voice got painfully high at the end of his question, making you aware that he was getting frustrated with you. His voice always got higher then, and you knew that you had to calm him down a little bit, before he started rambling on and on until you were home.

“You’re right, sorry.” That usually helped, and it did so as well right now. You took a deep breath before you glanced at your brother. “So… you told him to ask me out or what?”

“Not exactly.”

“What’s that mean?” Because if Dustin had set him up to ask you out, you knew that you’d get way too disappointed about it.

“Look, he smiles when I mention your name. You smile when you talk about him. It’s obvious you like each other, so I just… kinda gave him a little nudge in the right direction.” More than a nudge maybe, but did it really matter in the end? “Guess he just needed my approval.” At least that’s what it had felt like, and Dustin was… kinda proud of it, seeing that he was your younger brother and wouldn’t stand a chance against Eddie, if it really came down to it. But they respected and loved each other, so Eddie would never do anything to upset Dustin, at least not on purpose.

“What now, you’re taking on the role of protective brother?” You couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing… Really, it’s rather sweet.” And it was. He always wanted what was best for you. You leaned over to ruffle his hair. “Love you, Dustin.”

“Yeah, I love you, too.” He quickly grabbed his cap again and put it on to hide how dishevelled his hair was now. “Will you at least think about it? Eddie is a really great guy.”

“I know.” Nobody had to tell you that, especially not after your last meeting, where he’d been the perfect gentleman, while you’d thought about pulling him close and wrapping your legs around his waist right there on that table. “I’ll think about it.” Well, you’d already made your mind up, knew that you wanted to go out with him, the timing just wasn’t right.

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Saturday night, and you were sneaking out of your window. Dustin was staying with Mike again, and your Mum had fallen asleep in front of the TV, so you didn’t want to risk waking her and having to explain why you were leaving the house in the middle of the night. She’d only worry about you, understandably so, but you really didn’t need to answer all of her questions.

Your car stayed where it was due to the same reasons, so instead you walked. The cool nightair made you shiver and wish you’d taken a jacket with you, but there was no turning back now. Too risky, and getting up to the roof of your garage was always a bit difficult, so you really didn’t need to do that twice tonight. After all, walking warmed you up as well.

Determined, you set one foot in front of the other, touching your fingertips to the wire cutter in the back pocket of your jeans. The Wallaces had two little dogs, but they were treating them like shit. They hit them, didn’t feed them enough, so you’d snuck out there to feed them through the fence, always careful that they didn’t see you. But Eddie had seen you around, it must have been there or on the way there, because you always found yourself in the area when you snuck out, making sure to have some food with you.

Dressed in black, you blended in with the shadows. There wasn’t a lot happening on the streets, but you had to be sure, nobody saw you. A party here and there, but usually, these people didn’t pay attention to what was happening apart from the party itself, and when they were on their way home, they were too drunk or high to see what was happening around them.

It was just past eleven when you reached your destination. The dogs were staying out here in the cold, not even a little hut or anything to which they could retreat. Even from the fence you could see that they were freezing. When they saw you, both of the puppies got up and tried to get to you. Their little whines made your heart ache.

“I’m gonna get you out of there,” you said more to yourself than to the puppies. You reached into your bag and threw some food over to them so that they were busy, while you got your wire cutter out and started to work on the fence so that you could crawl through it. It was too high to climb over and you couldn’t get in from the other side.

When you were just about to climb through the fence, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The hand remained on your shoulder, as you swirled around, the wire cutter held in front of you as if it was some kind of weapon. When you saw who stood there, though, you relaxed a little, but your heart still kept its rapid pace.

“Eddie! You scared me!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Did you follow me?”

“No, but you were here the last time I saw you, and it just happens to be my… well kind route when I can’t sleep.” Sometimes he walked, sometimes he drove, but it was most of the time the same route he took, except for when he drove out of town to his spot where he could overlook all of Hawkins.

“Okay…” You believed him, because as far as you knew, Eddie had never lied to you. “Still, you better get going, ‘cause I don’t want to get you involved in this.”

“Too late, princess.” Eddie crossed his arms, giving you a stern look, before he sighed. “I can’t talk you out of this, can I?”

“You see these puppies? I’m not doing this for fun. They can’t stay here. One of them is limping, they have cuts on their bodies, and they hardly get anything to eat. So they have to get out of there.”

“So that’s why you’ve been sneaking out?”

“It’s… one aspect.” You liked the thrill of it, of doing something your mother wouldn’t approve of, but ever since you’d seen these two, you’d made it your mission to get them out of there.

“Alright. You stay here, I get them out.” Eddie brushed past you to raise the cut open fence and get through.

“Eddie, you really don’t have to do this.” It was sweet, really, but you didn’t want to get him involved in your… criminal activity.

“Someone has got to watch out for you if you’re being so reckless. Looks like that someone is me. At least now I know what your real plans for tonight were.”

Before you could say anything, tell him that you were sorry for lying to him, Eddie had gone through the fence. The two puppies ducked away from him at first, too scarred by what had been done to them already. He crouched down and stuck out his hands for them to sniff him, make sure that they knew that he didn’t want to harm them. You were right, they had to be saved.

“Shit,” he heard you from behind and turned just so that he could see you. You’d crawled through the fence after him, but now you were clutching your forearm. He could see the blood on your hand when you pulled it away, which made him curse under his breath.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay back,” he whispered as you came closer, the puppies immediately relaxing when they recognized you.

“And you think you can boss me around?”

“I was just watching out for you! You’re too reckless!” His touch was soft despite his harsh words when he reached for your arm to inspect the wound in the dim light. “Once weÄre out of here, we’ll clean that up.”

At a loss for words, you simply nodded. The dogs were more important right now anyway, so you took off their leashes and scooped them up. This time, Eddie held up the fence for you so that you could get out of there without taking any more damage.

“My van is over there.”

At first, you wanted to protest, but you thought better of it. Actually, you could use the help, and you couldn’t take the dogs home with you. Your Mum would most definitely freak out.

Once you were seated in the van, Eddie turned to you and took off his jacket to give it to you. By now, you were freezing cold as the adrenaline wasn’t keeping you warm anymore, and you felt the sting in your arm again. The puppies were settled in the foot well on your side of the car, cuddling close to each other.

“I will get blood all over it!”

“It’s a jacket, princess, and there are these things called washing machines. Don’t worry. Can’t let you freeze yourself to death.”

“Thanks..” you muttered but pulled his jacket on, which was still warm from his own body heat. His scent filled your nose, a mix of mariuana, the cologne he sometimes wore and something else, and it made you smile.

You drove in silence to Eddie’s trailer, your attention on the two dogs between your feet. They were still shivering a little bit, but they seemed at ease here with you.

The trailer park lay in complete silence when Eddie parked the van. Without a word, he got up and rounded the car to open the passenger door. Handing you his keys, he carefully scooped up the dogs.

“Can you open the door? Before I take a look at your arm, I want you to take it easy, so I’m carrying them.”

You just nodded and got out. It was strange to not do this on your own, to have Eddie suddenly in charge, but it also felt good, because you had someone by your side that you could trust. You dangled the keys in your hand, but had to find the right one once you were in front of the door.

“The green one,” Eddie told you, and so you were able to let the two of you inside. He walked straight past you to put the puppies down on the sofa, wrapped a blanket around them so that they would hopefully warm up a little bit more. “Sorry for the mess.”

“No need to apologise, don’t worry.” He should see Dustin’s room every now and then, before your Mum walked inside and feigned a heart attack upon seeing all the chaos there.

“Come on, let me take a look at your arm.” Eddie put his hand on the small of your back and guided you to a chair in the kitchen area of the trailer. “Take the jacket off, I’ll be right back.”

Before you sat down, you rid yourself of his jacket and placed it on the counter. Your eyes fell on the cut on your arm, that had mostly stopped bleeding, but it still looked a little nasty with all the smudged blood around it. When you touched your fingertips to the wound, you winced.

“Stop that.” Eddie’s stern voice made you pull your hand back immediately. He put everything he needed on the counter before he crouched down in front of you. “It’s gonna hurt, but we need to clean that wound, alright?” After you nodded, Eddie took a wet towel to clean the blood from your arm, eyes fixed on what he was doing. God, he was angry, and he knew that if he looked at you a moment too long, he’d probably snap. Of course, he understood why you’d done that, but you should have at least listened to him when he’d told you to stay back.

“I’ll disinfect it now, and then we’re nearly done, alright?”

“Yeah…” While Eddie wasn’t looking at you, you kept your eyes on him. On the concentration on his face, his ring-clad fingers that were so rough against your skin, but handling you with such care that it made your stomach flip. You inhaled a sharp breath when he disinfected your wounds, causing you to lose focus on his hands.

“Sorry, princess. Nearly done.”

He reached for the bandages to finish patching you up. Once he was finished, he straightened up again, finally looked you in the eyes. He’d never wanted to see you hurt, and while he hadn’t been the one to hurt you, he still felt responsible for it.

“Thank you, Eddie…” You managed as you got up from the chair, not breaking eye contact with him. “For all of this, really.”

“Yeah… You really need to be more careful, y/n. You’re putting yourself in danger! Being adventurous and wanting to try new things is one thing, but that was just so…”

“Reckless, I know.” You sighed, because he’d already told you that.

“Exactly.” Eddie leaned back against the counter, gripping it with his hands so that he wouldn’t reach out and pull you against his chest like he wanted to. “What if they came home early? You know how many guns the Wallaces have?”

For a moment, you were silent. You hadn’t considered that, if you were honest, because they were out at a party, so you’d been sure that they wouldn’t get home anytime soon. But in the end, Eddie was right.

“And going there all by yourself… You really had me worried!” Scared even, but he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, sweetheart.” He pushed away from the counter again, taking a step towards you. “Promise me that you won’t ever do anything that stupid again. At least not alone. Call me if you need a partner in crime.” At least then he’d make sure that she’d come out of these kinds of situations in one piece.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips for the first time since you’d met this night.

“Alright… Promise!” You held out your hand for him to take, and he did, finally giving you one of those dazzling smiles that made your knees weak. “And sorry about… not telling you the truth about tonight.” You quickly let go of his hand again and bit down on your bottom lip. It wasn’t a nice topic to talk about, but you felt like you had to address it.

“Considering what you’ve been up to tonight, I get why you didn’t tell me the truth.”

“Still doesn’t make it okay.” An apologetic smile appeared on your lips. “Let me make it up to you. Dinner and a movie at my place, and I’ll even cook for you.”

“You’re not trying to poison me, are you?”

“Excuse me, I am an excellent cook! Mum will be out tomorrow night again, so I have the kitchen to myself.”

Eddie took his time to consider your offer, but then he nodded with a grin. “Alright. I’ll have to check up on your arm anyway.”

“It’s a date!” Your smile grew even wider as your heart started beating faster, harder in your chest, the excitement already growing.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” Eddie held out his hand for you and you took it, even though you’d much rather stay. But you needed to get home, before your Mum woke up and realised that you were gone.”The pups can stay here for now until we figure something out.” You’d probably have to talk to the police about this, tell them that you found them or something, but that was a problem for the future, not for right now.

“That would be great… Mum would probably freak out if I took them home.” Oh, she most definitely would, so it was good that Eddie was taking care of them for now. They were in safe hands.

Eddie got you home safe and stopped two houses down from yours so that your mother wouldn’t hear the car, but he didn’t let you go on your own. No, he walked you to your house once again to make sure that nothing happened on the way or you had another stupid idea.

“Thanks Eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you said with a grin before you walked up to the garage and tried to climb up there.

“What are you doing?” Eddie watched your unsuccessful attempts with a smirk, before he stepped up to you. It hurt too much to use your injured arm and you needed both to pull yourself up there. “Let me help.”

Eddie carefully manoeuvred you to the side so that he could climb up first. He leaned down and reached out both arms for you so that he could pull you up, careful to put his hands on your upper arm so that he wouldn’t put pressure on your wound.

“You’re really my saviour tonight, Munson,” you said with a quiet laugh.

“I’m at your service, princess.” he bowed low, before he helped you walk up to your window, making sure that nothing else happened and you could climb in through the window without any trouble.

Your bedroom looked nice, Eddie had to admit. No bright pink colours, no ruffles everywhere, instead, you had pale green wallpapers, lots of photos on your walls, a framed movie poster of Back to the Future on one wall, and there was a guitar next to your drawer. He’d have to ask you about that tomorrow.

“Tomorrow at seven?” you said leaning out of the window, getting his attention again.

“Seven it is.” Eddie grinned, happy that you would finally have that first date, though he had to say, even though tonight had been kind of chaotic, it had felt a little bit like a date to him. An accidental date maybe.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You looked at him a moment too long, which was probably what made you more confident right now. So you leaned forward, placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him. A sweet, sensual kiss that made that tingling sensation travel from your lips down to the pit of your stomach. You had to pull back, had to leave it at that, or you would have pulled him inside with you. Not today.

“Good night, Munson,” you whispered against his lips, before you dropped your hand and closed the window between the two of you. Eddie looked a little stunned, dazed even, but then this gave way to a wide grin.

“Good night!” he mouthed to you through the closed window and took a few steps back. He slipped and nearly fell, but was able to stay unharmed. The little wave he gave you along with the grin before he hopped down from the roof made you giggle. Yeah… you were really looking forward to tomorrow night. So much that it was hard to fall asleep that night, but when you did, you were still smiling because of Eddie.

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The Finer Things (Case Fic Complete)

This fake/pretend relationship case fic topped off with some Diana angst is finally complete. I've neglected chapter updates on Tumblr, so here is my attempt to make up for that.

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: Explicit

Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

Tagging @today-in-fic

What is it About? Scully and Mulder are sent undercover onboard a luxury train to investigate the presence of a suspicious and undocumented train car. Playing a wealthy married couple is tricky, but they run into even bigger issues when an unwelcomed agent gets sent in for backup.

Sample from Chapter 5: The cocktail car was exactly how she left it. Crowded and loud. Mulder was now by the bar, chatting to what looked like a young couple.

“Hey, Chrissy,” Mulder announced when he spotted her. “This is Brad and Mike. They’re headed to Vegas on their honeymoon.”

Scully nodded to the couple and gave her congratulations. One good look at her, and Mulder’s brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course.” His hand had already found hers and was leading her away. “I’ll catch up with you, fellas, later,” he called over his shoulder.

Scully scanned the room. There wasn’t really anywhere private to stand, which was probably why Mulder dragged her toward the designated dance area.

“I don’t dance,” she whined, even as her hands slipped over his shoulders and his found a home on her waist.

“We’ve danced before,” he countered. “Now, what’s wrong?”

She wanted to scream the name Diana, but their cover forced her to speak in riddles. “That woman… the new passenger we met—”

“Irina?”

She nodded. “I let her use our private bathroom.”

“That was nice of you.”

“Well, my niceness was rewarded with her jumping down my throat. She disagreed with the conclusion we reached last night, and she let me know.”

“I think she’s been drinking.”

She scoffed. “Why do you always make excuses for her?”

“I don’t always make excuses for her. I just met her.” He emphasized the last sentence to subtly remind her they were undercover in a packed room of people.

Scully took a step closer. “She’s rude.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know it doesn’t mean as much coming from me, but she shouldn’t have confronted you like that.”

“I think she’s interested in you.” The statement came out before she could stop it.

“Too bad I’m married.”

Butterflies started in her stomach. Their wings were weighed down by envy and uncertainty. It was like Arcadia all over again. “She wants to sleep with you.” Scully tried to say it clear and detached, but the quiver of her lip betrayed her.

Mulder grabbed her chin, tilting her head until their eyes locked. “I’m not interested in her.”

“She’s your type… was your type.”

He scoffed, the hand on her face dropping back to her waist. “If you think I’m still interested in her, then you haven’t been paying attention.”

Her mind sifted through recent memories. The kiss that never happened in his hallway. Mulder’s love confession in a hospital room. His needy behavior on Christmas Eve. She’d wanted him for so long, and for the first time, she allowed herself to believe that he wanted her the same way. That maybe Diana was the push she needed instead of the obstacle she initially saw her as.

“I wouldn’t know,” she responded. “We don’t usually talk about stuff like that.”

“Maybe we should start,” he challenged. “I meant what I said before. You look beautiful.” The statement was oozing with the same sincerity as earlier. Scully couldn’t help but drop her gaze.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment.

“It’s just so different than how I normally see you.”

She peered up. “Is that bad?”

“No. I wish I could see you like this more. Surrounded by the finer things in life. Dressed up. Dancing. Sitting across from me at fancy dinners.”

“I didn’t realize you liked those types of activities?”

“I like doing them with you.”

Her cheeks burned with the declaration. She took another step closer. There was no space between their bodies, and Mulder’s hands lowered on her waist, fingers hovering just above the curve of her butt. “That’s what certified besties are for,” she remarked.

He froze in place, their poor attempt at dancing coming to a sudden halt. “That’s the thing,” he said. “I don’t just want you as a best friend.”

Her heart pounded with anticipation. “How else do you want me then?”

“Like this,” he uttered as he leaned forward.

She knew a kiss was coming but still couldn’t prepare herself for how it felt. For the electric feeling of Mulder’s warm mouth on hers. For the way one of his hands threaded through her hair and tugged her impossibly closer. This was what she wanted to do in Arcadia. Hell, this was what she wanted to do since she’d shook his hand six years ago. The arousal between her legs was proof.

She reluctantly pulled back only because what she desired to do next couldn’t take place in the middle of the cocktail car. “I’m suddenly feeling like going back to the room.”

Mulder’s lips quirked into a smile. “Funny you say that. I was just thinking the same thing,” he said as he interlaced his fingers with hers.

Find the rest on a03

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THE BEE AND HER HONEY

- Steve Harrington x Nancy’s childhood best-friend F!Reader

summary: reader is nancy’s childhood bestfriend that is returning to hawkins after a few years. hawkins is slightly more handsome than she remembers word count: 3.3k

warnings : alcohol (safe drinking), pet name honey, fluff af, me!! pushing!! my!! ronance!! agenda!!!, (basically a Nancy x Robin subplot) Steve being introspective/reflecting, did i say cute cute fluff, happpy ending, betting

a/n: last part of this series!! i’ve really enjoyed writing it and and seeing all your comments and tags it’s the best feeling so thank you and thank you so much for reading i hope you enjoy!

1/3 2/3 3/3!!

The third time Steve Harrington saw you he made plans to see you a fourth time. At his house, where he lives.

He was not sure what came over him, what part of you offset his boyish charm, his ability to think, to speak, to breathe.

You made him nervous.

You made him want to be around you all the time. You made him want to make dumb jokes every second just so you would smile at him.

And he’d dated girls, he knew the ropes, tied them himself. Knew what lines made girls blush or prompted praise or were too clever not to get him a date.

But you scared him, just a little bit. After he got his heart broken by Nancy, he thought he’d learned how to protect himself, so he’d never feel hurt like that again. Steve didn’t know if he could handle that.

Even so, there was a bigger part of Steve that was made brave by you. The part that would do anything to make you laugh or added you to the list of people he would die trying to protect.

There was something he couldn’t name, an affection, something in his chest saying,”this could be right, i think this could be right for me.” and it filled him with something warm and bright and overflowing; which also incited him to rent the tape for Weird Science in preparation of your movie night.

—————-

You haven’t stopped pacing for the past 20 minutes. Not since Steve invited you to watch a movie he likes at his house, where he lives.

Somehow, you ended up in Nancy’s bedroom. The entirety of the past hour was a jumbled blur and you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up there at all; had you driven? No, no you’d taken Mikes bike back, of course, the bike you hadn’t exactly asked to take.

There was one something or rather someone that remained clear in your head. You remembered Steve, him warm and dangerously beautiful, you couldn’t recall anything you said to him but you were sure it was something embarrassing, that was the only way you could to justify the butterflies that lingered in your belly.

Maybe it was a bad idea to go, maybe he’d see you and think no, whatever light I saw inside her is fleeting, she left and returned and she will leave again.

Or maybe he was in fact too good to be true. He was painfully gorgeous, possibly an undead creature of some sort, a vampire or siren? Maybe you were falling straight into his unhinged jaw, straight into his coffin, his awaiting green arms.

You’d told all this to Nancy of course; the soundly blue bird on your shoulder, your rock, your gravity, anchor, etcetera.

However, right now she was nothing short of ill-disposed.

“I don’t understand why your freaking out Bee, he asked you to come see him at work and you did. Now he’s asking you to come over and watch a movie so your going to do that, what’s the big deal?”

“No, I just- Steve, he-,” You throw your arms around wildly like your trying to catch the words you need out of the air, “He’s like a mirage, it’s like, I get to Hawkins, and I’m in the desert right, and I’ve been walking forever and it’s super hot, And I look and I see an oasis, and it’s amazing and there’s water and plants and it’s great. and I try to drink the water, but i’m really just eating handfuls of sand Nance, don’t you see, sand. And then I die of dehydration from the salt concentration IN the sand and- god what am I gonna do.”

Nancy is still sitting on her bed watching you like your something funny, she wonders when you started talking with your hands.

“So- you’re saying Steve is the salt?” She says slowly.

“No! No- i’m saying he’s the illusion Nance, he’s like the pretty oasis that’s really just more sand.”

She makes a face.”Steve is not sand Bee, he’s my friend and I think he likes you and I think you like him and you know if I didn’t trust him he’d be well and gone from my life let alone be anyone in yours, you’re going.”

You stop pacing to face her, your lips spreading slowly in an unconvincing grin, you were afraid she’d say that. “Actually, we’re going..”

Nancy stares at you and your stupid jazz hands with wide eyes. You start talking before she can express her dismay, “Before you say anything Robin was there when me and Steve were talking so just maybe I said that you would come too and just maybe Robin jumped on the idea and was really excited that you were gonna be there because you are going- we’re going to Steve’s house to watch some stupid movie tonight okay. And if you refuse then there’s no way I’m going without you.”

Nancy stops chewing on her lip to open her mouth, close it, then open it again.

“Okay.” She says it slowly, drawing out the syllables like she’s giving herself one last chance to chicken out, but she doesn’t. And she’s made the choice to be brave, you both have.

Twin smiles grow slowly on both your faces, until your both giving into that urge and she’s yelling out her excitement and you can’t help jumping up and down.

You’re both too excited to notice Mike swing the door open, begin to say something, then shut his mouth; watching you both for a moment before closing the door shaking his head muttering,”girls.”

——————

Steve has been staring at his drive way for the past 15 minutes.

It took Robin 16 to throw a crumpled popcorn wrapper at his head.

“Stop worrying Steve.” Her voice is half teasing but not unkind. “They’re coming.”

“But what if they aren’t?” He hasn’t stop frowning out the window.

Steve feels her come to stand next to him and place an uncharacteristically gentle hand on his shoulder, “You told her to come at 7, it’s 6:53.” His eyebrows remain pinched. “Didn’t you say she got lost on her way to Family Video? She’s probably on her way right now lost in the maze that is your secluded neighborhood.”

“She doesn’t have a car, she’d come with Nancy, who always comes early and knows exactly where I live.” Robin stiffens behind him and he turns his head to look at her. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous too.”

“Steeve,” She groans and drops her head,”You know how much I like her. She’s so pretty and smart and perfect, and I’m so-.” She waves her hands around huffing.

They both frown at each other, two rain clouds hovering above an unsuspecting town.

Steve is dubious crossing his arms,”Robin, don’t knock yourself, you’re a super cool person, I know Nance sees that too.”

Her frown wanes slowly until she’s smiling and jabs him with her elbow,”I think Bee has made you soft.”

He rolls his eyes fondly, “Real nice Robin. Thanks for ruining our sweet moment.”

She bumps his shoulder with hers,”Hey dingus you know I love you.” Steve shakes his head but not his smile.”I’ll tell you what, 20 bucks if they’re not here in 5 minutes.”

As she speaks Steve watches a yellow light slowly color her face and he glares at her, “You’re evil you know that.” She holds her hand out and he brushes past her. “I did not agree to that bet!”

He comes to stand behind his door, taking one, two big breaths.

“I got this, I’m Steve Harrington, I’m king.”

“Nice pep talk dumbass.”

“Shut up.”

Steve opens the door.

Nancy stands there, smiling brightly, and he has no reason to be surprised as he is.

She’s pink in the face and glances behind him about 30 times in the 30 seconds of silence his shock serves him. He can see her small tells for how nervous she is, the way she plays with her fingers to stop them shaking and the twitch of her mouth, so very quickly he wraps her in a hug.

“Hey Nance,” He rubs her back and she hums a hi back at him.

Then he sees you. Standing behind her in a pretty blue dress, shining at him, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Steve lets Nancy go and he can’t think to close his open mouth.

“Hi.” You’re breathless, and he’s glad you feel whatever it is too.

It’s amazing he’s able to say it back because right now Steve’s thoughts are exclusively on he question of how someone could look so gorgeous under his dingy porch light.

You’re amazed you are still standing up right. The way Steve’s looking at you makes your knees weak; you can feel all the blood rushing to your face, all the air in your lungs, like you’ve been struck by lightning and are now overly aware of your body.

The lightning bolt himself moves out of the doorway and you walk into his house.

You blink away the bright lights and then Steve, the brightest light of them all, is standing front of you again.

He puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Do- do you want anything to drink? I’ve got juice, water, beer, coke, whatever you want.”

You look around the room slowly,”Uh, do you have anything.. um stronger?”

Something in his eyes shines, something like bewilderment that quickly melts into amusement.

His lips curve upward,”Follow me.”

Steve starts walking through his house and you spare a glance at Robin and Nancy who are standing an uncomfortable distance apart and both individually giving you a thumbs up.

You breathe out through your mouth and follow him.

He takes you to a wine cabinet, mahogany wood with intricate detailing on the corners, locked by a small keyhole and full of the nicest looking alcohol you’ve ever seen. Steve picks up a flower pot of daisies sitting on a stool nearby. You try not to think about how big his hand looks around its neck. He takes the key from under it and unlocks the cabinet, turning around to smile at your stunned expression.

He makes a hand waving gesture and your eyes can’t help following it,”Pick your poison.” Taking a step forward, you run your fingers over the bottle necks and halt suddenly on bottle of vodka.

Steve chokes on a laugh and you turn to him with your eyebrows raised. “Nothing, just- Smirnoff that’s uh, not what I was expecting.”

You tilt your head at him,”What do I not seem like a Vodka girl to you Steve?”

He blushes,”No, I- I didn’t mean, It’s not that I just-“

Your snickering laugh stops him,”I get it. Now where are your shot glasses?”

Two shots get knocked back in the minute it takes you to pour them. Steve watches you intently, half amazed and half concerned with your eagerness to be tipsy.

You notice the frown he didn’t realize he was making and bite your lip. “I’m sorry, I just.” You again look for the words,”I think, tonight, I need to be brave.”

A flicker in his eye, a light lit then immediately extinguished returns far brighter. “Oh.” He breathes.

Steve’s mouth makes the shape of a small smile and you follow him to the living room where Robin was bringing Nancy a bag of freshly made popcorn.

The couch was generously big enough for all four of you, but there was a suffocating hesitation present in everyone tonight, the air thick with it.

Tonight you will be brave

You sit next to next to Nancy on the middle of the couch, looking between Steve expectantly and the free spot next to you.

He takes the hint.

Suddenly you’re noticeably warmer. You think it’s incredible how hot his body must run, and how nice it feels to be sitting next to him.

Steve is nervous. When did his palms get so sweaty? He wipes them on his jeans. You smell so nice, like vanilla and something floral, he takes a deep breath in.

“Robin.” Did his voice just crack? He hopes you didn’t notice. “Can you start the movie.”

She looks at him, clearly trying to non verbally convey a message that Steve is too dazed to understand,”Sure, Steve.” She says through gritted teeth.

————-

At minute 20 of the movie it was dead silent.

Well not exactly, there was the white noise of the droning movie from Steve’s television. The only other sound was Robin trying and failing to quietly eat the popcorn she made.

Both you and Nancy were leaned forward staring attentively at the screen. Steve kept sparing glances at your expression, watching to see if you laughed at the jokes he thought was funny, cringed at the parts he thought were dumb, you did.

But the silence was getting to him. Was it bad he invited you to his house to watch a movie in silence? You could’ve gone to the theatre, he would’ve taken you there, would’ve done anything you asked.

Steve watched as Robin tried to minimize the sound of her eating by chewing more slowly, but that only prolonged the noise.

He leaned back against the couch and tried to get her attention. He opened his mouth to whisper, but caught himself when he realized just how close his mouth was to your ear, in that same moment you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.

He opted for leaning father over the back of the couch and hitting her with his outstretched fingertips.

Robin held her arm protectively and glared at Steve.

He mouthed,”Kitchen.”

“What?”

“Kit-chen.”

She gave him a confused look but nodded clearing her throat,”Me and Steve, we are going to uh girl talk- not girl talk- Steve’s not a- I mean like talk about girls, not you girls! Just girls, conceptually, in general?” The screen catches her eye. “Like this lady, what’s her deal right?”

You don’t turn away from the television, “Well, she’s like a robot kind of person that the two boys created with their computer by hacking into government databases.” You look at Robin and smile,”She’s like Frankenstein’s monster.”

Robin returns your smile and slowly backs away until she’s out of view. Steve quickly takes his leave as well and follows her to the kitchen where he finds her sitting on the ground still eating the popcorn she made.

“Frankenstein’s monster if he was a super hot mom, this movie is awesome.”

Steve crouches down to sit next to her,”I’m glad you think so.

She turns her body to face him,”What’s up Steven?”

“Do you think they’re having fun? Nobody saying anything is kind of freaking me out.”

“Hey, hey, Id be more bothered if they were talking during the movie. Bee is only watching it because you said you liked it, she’s watching it for you Steve. I think it’s sweet how much she’s invested.”

Steve hadn’t considered that, if he was honest he wasn’t as passionate for the movie as he was for hanging out with you. It was more an excuse to spend time with you.

His heart was warm. Robin leaned against him,”Alright captain what’s our next move?”

“I think we should talk to them, alone, separately. I think you need to tell Nancy how you feel.”

Robin laughed disbelieving,”That’s a pretty big step especially for me. You do know it took me 6 months longer than all the other babies to walk.”

“That explains a lot- Ow!” Robin pinched his arm. “Where have your baby steps gotten you up to now?” She glares at him and his stupid rationality and Steve catches onto her hesitation. “You only have to be brave once. Just for a moment, and then everything will work itself out.”

“You’re sure?”

“How could it not? Think of everything that’s happened in just the past year, and here we are watching a movie with the girls we like, we’ve survived being captured by Russians, you can survive an honest conversation Nancy Wheeler.”

“Have you seen her with a gun??”

Steve laughs, it’s easy,”You’re just lucky you haven’t been on the other end of Nancy with a gun.”

They came back into the living room just in time to hear your whispering conversation with Nancy abruptly end. Both of you sitting up unnaturally straight up with sheepish expressions at being caught.

“How did your girl talk go?” You ask and you mean it.

Robin holds her hands intertwined in front of her, “Um, well I think that I need to talk to a certain girl, outside maybe, if she doesn’t mind.”

Nancy is flushed, unusually still and gazing at Robin with shiny eyes. They stare at each other for a moment then Nancy breathes,” Okay.”

You watch your best friend stand, shaking slightly, you watch Robin open the door for her, watch the two girls float after each other.

The cushion shifts slightly as you feel Steve sit down next to you.

“I think she really likes her.” You think out-loud, you’ve never seen Nancy like that, light like that.

“Yeah-“ He pauses, “Wait, how do you know Robin likes Nancy?”

You completely turn around to face him, knee knocking his. “Robin likes Nancy! That’s the best news I’ve heard since-“ It’s hard to think when Steve’s looking at you like that, like you’re golden.

He grins at you,”I’ll bet you 20 dollars they get together by the end of the night.”

You raise an eyebrow grinning,”By the end of this movie.”

“Oh you are so on.”

Eyes twinkling, locked in on each other. And neither of you can remember what you were talking about, Steve’s thinking about your eyes and what the something he doesn’t recognize that flashes in your eyes could be.

“What?”

Twisting the ring on your index suddenly becomes terribly interesting ,”Nothing it’s just, uh,” You look at your hands in your lap.”You’re not really the Steve Nancy wrote to me about.

His expression flickers from something dejected to more thoughtful. “I- uh, well the past few years have, have really changed the way I live. The people I’ve met, these people I love, they help me grow and be better, and I’m still growing and learning, everyday, and I’m so thankful for all these people for helping me find my way, especially Nance.” Steve scratches the back of his neck,”I was alone for a lot of my life, I had all these friends that didn’t care about me or just liked me for my name. And well, the old parents were never around to begin with so I just thought- I just thought I could get away without needing anyone. But the people in my life are everything to me, they mean everything to me and I’m very lucky to be where I am. So yeah, I’m not him, but if I needed to be him to be who I am now then I’m glad.”

He looks up to see you looking at him so affectionately, he blooms like a daisy under your stare.

Steve wasn’t expecting you to kiss him on the cheek, but now you have he’s sure there’s nothing sweeter.

He grins smugly but his blush gives him away, his eyes drop to your lips.

Steve feigns a yawn only to stretch so he can place one arm behind you on the back of the couch. You give him an unimpressed look, “Real smooth honey.”

He’s glowing, he leans his face closer to yours,”Honey? I like that.”He is still staring at your mouth,”The Bee and her Honey.”

A whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

A smile,”Please do honey”

Outside by the pool, Nancy and Robin are smiling at you through the window, fingers intertwined, standing closely together, shoulders brushing.

Nancy curses.

“What?”

“I bet Bee $20 that I would kiss you before she kissed Steve.”

Robin laughs, Nancy’s favorite sound,”Well I can’t fix that, but I think I can help with something else.”

[talesofesther]

homemade

Eddie Munson x Reader

This story belongs to the Moonstruck universe

Summary: You invite Eddie for dinner with you, Hopper, Eleven, and Mike.

A/N: This turned out way bigger than it should have. The word limit has no meaning to me. Also, this is set after part 4 and before part 5 of the series. This was requested by @estrelasdaprimavera, don't know if it turned out exactly as you wanted, but I hope you like it, love. Fun fact: Eddie is by far the easiest one for me to write about, I just love him that much <3.

Masterlist

It was a Thursday night, the bathroom was filled with steam from your hot shower, you had just pulled your shirt over your head and were in the middle of drying your hair when three impatient knocks sounded on the door.

You frowned, before you could ask why the hell someone was knocking on the bathroom door, Eleven spoke up; "Sis, can you open the door?"

Letting your towel hang on your shoulders, you unlocked the door. "Hey El, everything okay?"

She had a mischievous glint in her eyes, looking at you with a cheeky smile. "I need a favor from you and the boy with pretty eyes."

You chuckled under your breath; "Eddie you mean?" You asked, turning off the lights in the bathroom and making to walk to your bedroom.

"Yes him." Eleven walked beside you, almost bouncing on her heels and making you all the more curious.

"Alright, shoot."

Once inside, you pushed close your bedroom door; Eleven sat on your bed, hugging one knee close to her chest. "I want to invite Mike over for dinner, and I think dad would be nicer about it if you brought someone too."

Now, Eleven wasn't too far off for thinking this. Hopper is as protective as much as he is a good father, always with the best intentions, but alas, sometimes a little too much. If just Mike came over, he might overthink it, but if both daughters brought their significant others …

Not that Eddie is your significant other, but he's as good as one.

Once you agreed, you and Eleven skipped down the stairs and to the living room, where Hopper sat frowning toward the television whilst trying to understand the movie he was watching.

You stopped short of the couch, Eleven clutching at your forearm.

"You ask him." She whispered.

Your lips parted incredulously, "me? It was your idea, you ask him," you whispered back.

"You're the oldest." Eleven countered.

"You're… the superpowered one."

"Girls?" Hopper spoke up, the ghost of a smile on his face as he watched the lighthearted bickering.

Eleven shared a glance with you, biting the inside of her cheek. "We wanted to ask…" You started.

"If Mike can come over for dinner." Eleven finished.

Hopper raised his eyebrows, breathing in to answer, but before he could, you continued;

"And Eddie." You grinned.

The empty beer can Hopper held between his fingers fell to the floor with a click, he chuckled halfheartedly, one hand coming up to scratch his beard. "Now there's two of them." He grumbled.

His eyes regarded you and Eleven, clutching to each other with expectant smiles on your faces. "Dinner you say? And you want me to cook for the boys?"

"No." You were quick to answer.

"We can do it together." Eleven added.

Hopper thought of Joyce's words, creating a good environment and whatnot. And hell, if it made his girls happy, there were little reasons to say no.

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You walked up to Eddie the next morning with butterflies fluttering in your stomach; was it too intimate to invite him for dinner with your family?

"Morning Eds," you said, pulling him into a tight hug in the middle of Hawkins High's parking lot. His hair tickled your cheek and you could smell the musky scent of his shampoo along with a faint scent of smoke.

"Hey sweetheart." Eddie held you back, steady arms around your waist squeezing you to him. He wore a dark red hoodie that was just a tad too big for him and made you want to cuddle him.

You pulled back only to smooch his cheek, reveling in the way his cheekbones burned bright red right after. "I missed you, you know," you snuggled his shoulder, "my favorite person," you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie.

Eddie chuckled, his hands faltering on their grip on your back because he was not ready for this avalanche of affection this early in the morning. With the way you were pressed to him, Eddie was sure you could feel the pounding of his heart. "I- I missed you too." He breathed, truthfully, even if you had seen each other yesterday.

The routine Eddie had with you was his favorite, as he'd told you a couple of times; the best part of his day. Today though, as he linked his arm with yours and you avoided his eyes, there was a bit more weight to the air around you, as if there was something on the tip of your tongue that you were holding back.

Eddie didn't have to ask. As you walked, slow steps dragging over the asphalt and towards the school's main doors, you spoke up; "Eds, there's something I need to ask you."

His attention lay fully on you, big chocolate brown eyes looking down at you with all the affection he held in his body. "I'm all ears." Eddie pulled his arm away from yours, only to throw it around your shoulders and bring your body closer to him.

"My sister, she wants to invite her boyfriend over for dinner, and knowing my dad, we think it'd ease the tension if someone else was invited too," you glanced up at him, your arm finding purchase around his waist and under his hoodie, fingertips grazing the skin of his hip, "I thought of you."

As much as your words made goosebumps erupt on Eddie's skin, he stuttered with uncertainty; "princess, knowing your dad, I think I'd just be adding more tension."

"You wouldn't, I promise." You bumped his hips with yours, fingers now tugging on his belt loop. "It'll be just a simple dinner, I won't leave your side, and… I'd actually really enjoy having you over."

You were all honey-like words and sparkling eyes under the sunlight, the warmth of your body pressed to his tugging at Eddie's heartstrings and how could he ever say no?

He was down bad and loving every second of it.

Eddie chuckled, a sultry sound from the back of his throat as he avoided your eyes, looking down at his white Reeboks. He knew you knew the answer before he even said it. Because you leaned your head on his shoulder, your other arm going around his waist as well and linking your fingers together, essentially trapping him in an embrace and making it harder to walk but easier to breathe around his thundering heart.

Turning his head, Eddie kissed your temple, mumbling an "anything for you" against your skin. If you heard the bold confession, you didn't mention it.

____

After spending an obnoxious amount of time making a revolution through his wardrobe, Eddie parked his van on your driveway. He stepped out and his boots crushed the freshly cut grass underneath. He grimaced, gingerly maneuvering his body to the sidewalk.

Eddie was dressed in his best-looking dark blue sweater and black jeans. He smoothed out the soft fabric on his torso and gave himself a pep talk — as he usually did every time he came to your house — and walked up to the front door.

Raising his fist, Eddie was about to knock when the sound of a bike coming to a halt caught his attention.

Mike Wheeler stopped in front of your lawn, he let his bike fall to the ground and did just about exactly what Eddie had just done; ran gentle fingers through his hair and fixed the lapel of his button-up shirt as he walked to your front door.

When Mike's eyes met Eddie's, he stopped in his tracks, they looked at each other with deep frowns on their faces as if they'd never seen one another before.

Eddie's lips hovered open, he was the first to speak; "what are you doing here Wheeler?"

As if Eddie had personally offended him, Mike threw his arms about and walked towards him. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I'm here to see my girlfriend."

"Shit, you're the boyfriend?" Eddie stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants, shifting his stance, and feeling heat creeping up his neck.

"Yeah…?" Mike dragged out the word, his gaze darting around and then settling back on Eddie, "and you're here because?"

Eddie pursed his lips, his hair falling as a curtain in front of his eyes and reddish cheeks. "I'm here to see-"

The front door suddenly being pulled open made Eddie jump and Mike avert his eyes from him. You stood on the other side, sporting a big smile and a dish rag hanging on your shoulder. "Hey, you guys finally came. Come on in Mike, El's in the kitchen."

You closed the door behind you once they walked in, one hand coming up to Eddie's forearm to feel the fabric of his sweater. "I heard your van," you explained, smiling up at him, "you look handsome by the way, now I'm kinda feeling underdressed."

Mike slowly walked past Eddie, sending a huge smirk his way when he finally put two and two together after hearing your words.

Eddie scoffed, taking your hand in his and making a show of planting a kiss on your knuckles; "you're looking as ravishing as ever, sweetheart."

You chuckled, swatting at his arm. He made it seem as if the sweatpants and faded Bon Jovi shirt you were wearing were red carpet worthy.

"Come on, charmer, dinner's almost ready." You didn't let him let go of your hand, instead, loosely threaded your fingers with his and tugged him to the kitchen.

Eleven and Mike were setting up the table while your dad finished up with the chicken in the oven. The kitchen was all warm orange lights against wood and the smell of home-cooked meal, along with a low tune playing on the radio by the counter.

"Right, everyone's here. Dad, how's the chicken looking?" You asked, pulling back a chair on the table.

"It's good," Hopper walked over, his eyes briefly meeting Eddie's, he sent a tight-lipped smile his way, "almost ready." He landed a hand on the boy's shoulder; "Edward."

"Goodnight sir." Eddie nodded, his hand tightening its hold on yours.

Hopper grimaced, waving a dismissive hand, "don't call me sir. Makes me feel old as hell."

Eddie cursed under his breath, "sorry, uh-"

"Just Hopper is fine kid, loosen up a little." He patted Eddie's shoulder, hard, as he walked away; but this time felt different than the first. Friendlier, if he squinted.

Once Eddie finally looked at you, you raised an eyebrow at him, "told you he'd warm up to you."

With a shy smile, Eddie ran a hand through his hair, fingers getting caught up in loose tangles and messing up his fringe. "Touche."

"Alright, I'll go help him. You take a seat yeah? I'll be right back." You told Eddie, motioning to the chair.

His hand in yours didn't allow you to leave, "no, I'll help too."

"You," extending a hand to his face, you smoothed out his fringe, your fingers delicately running through his dark curls, "are a guest. So sit down, mister."

Eddie chuckled, he was all bashful eyes looking down and cheeks glinting pink under the cozy lighting. He raised his hands, surrendering to you, and sat down on the table.

You, Eleven, and your father moved about in the kitchen like an oiled machine, laughing to yourselves as Hopper almost knocked over the pan with rice. Eddie found himself smiling as well, warmth blooming on his chest because, somehow, for tonight, he was a tiny part of this family.

He was so focused, that he didn't notice Mike materializing beside him. "You know, that's a scene I never thought I'd see."

Jumping the tiniest bit on his seat, Eddie's gaze snapped to Mike, who now sat beside him. He raised an eyebrow at the teen.

"You, totally whipped for someone." With a chuckle, Mike pointed his thumb in your direction.

Mumbling curses under his breath, Eddie was quick to swat away Mike's hand, shooting a glance towards you to see if you heard.

"Shut up Wheeler, damnit, look who's talking."

Mike only snorted, "Dustin's gonna lose it when he finds out."

Eddie stretched an arm in front of Mike on the table and with his other hand, he took hold of the lapel on the boy's shirt. "You tell anyone about tonight, I'm throwing everything at you in our next campaign, got it?"

The only answer he got was a mumbled; "you're no fun" from Mike. Eddie sighed, leaning back on his chair and shooting a soft smile at you when you looked at him. Honestly? He'd love more than anything to be able to gloat about having dinner at your house, to be able to hold your hand as you choose a seat for him at your table. But he wouldn't risk the rumors that were sure to surface if people knew about it, he felt guilty enough for the few crooked looks you started receiving at school after insisting on hanging out with him.

It didn't take long for everyone to finally be sat together at the table. Dinner went smoother than you thought it would go. The kitchen was all homey warmth and light-hearted conversation as you passed bowls of food between each other.

You felt Eddie leaning closer to your ear, his voice quiet as he asked; "can you pass me the bowl of salad?"

The words definitely shouldn't have sent a shiver down your back, but they did.

He mumbled a "thanks sweetheart" when you handed it to him.

Somewhere between the chatter, you reached the topic of graduation and future plans for after it, with you enthusiastically diving into a few dream jobs and college courses after the planned road trip through the state.

"Edward," Hopper asked eventually over a mouthful of chicken, "you work with something already?"

You stifled a laugh and felt Eddie nudging your foot under the table, "I uh," he started, then cleared his throat, "sometimes I fix a few cars for the people in the trailer park." He shrugged, "they pay well for the convenience."

"You good with cars?" Hopper raised his eyebrows.

You spared a glance at the two of them, happy to see them getting along.

"I know a thing or two, yeah." Eddie nodded.

"Want you to take a look at mine after dinner then, it's been making a few noises." Hopper finished and focused his eyes back on his plate.

"Sure," Eddie mumbled back. Slowly, his eyes found yours, innocently seeking your approval on the matter.

He was met with a smile and your hand squeezing his under the table, fingers then threading together as your thumb traced his knuckles.

Even if it was a bit harder to eat, Eddie didn't let go of your hand throughout the rest of the dinner. His chest was buzzing with happiness, the word family taking up a new meaning in his dictionary.

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[billthedrake]

THE BULL (PART SIX)

Paul sat and watched Mike eat Kevin out. It was like each week he was giving more of a virtuoso performance in asseating. Sometimes the rim sessions were quick but intense, sometimes Mike took his time, working over Kevin's hole for fifteen, twenty minutes. It was clear the young man loved eating hole and that he loved Kevin Connors' ass.

Today Kevin was face down on the bed, his perfect ass hiked up as Mike buried his face deep in there.

"Oh man, Bull, eat my hole. Oh fuck, you're so good at this," Kevin moaned. It had been a surprise to Paul when his husband first started calling Mike Bull. Now, each time he did it turned Paul on. It was Kevin buying into the cuckold dynamic and verbalizing how much a stud Mike was.

Not that Paul needed a reminder. Trooper McCullough had an amazing sex drive and knew how to fuck. He was somehow both a dominating and considerate top. Looking out for Kevin. Showing Paul's husband how a real man takes care of his needs.

Fuck, Paul had to let go of his prick to keep from cumming. He had worried this scene would get old. Maybe he had wanted it to, wanted to get the cuck fantasy out of his system. Only each week got hotter. Watching Mike nail Kev. Watching the way he took liberties with his husband, sexual and otherwise.

"Flip over, Daddy," Mike growled as he pulled back and wiped off his spit-covered chin. "I gotta fuck."

"Oh yeah," Kevin hissed. He didn't consider himself a sub, not truly, but he relished the dominant role Mike could play in the sack. So different than with Paul.

It helped that Mike had a huge cock. Kevin looked at that hard dick, excited, as Mike slicked it up with lube. The older bottom lifted his legs in invitation, which thrilled the cop. He put his fingers down between Kevin's legs and pushed some lubricant past the pucker, right into the hole.

Kevin gasped at the intrusion.

"Daddy's hot for it, aren't ya?"

"Yeah, Bull," Kevin replied, pulling his legs apart further as two of Mike's thick fingers now sunk in. "Want your huge cock in me. Bad."

Mike chuckled and twisted another finger in. "How bad, Daddy? How bad you want my dick?"

"Oh, so bad, Bull. Want you to fuck me off. Need you to, Bull."

"Not that shy one anymore are you, Daddy?" Mike too had enjoyed seeing Kevin more open and verbal during sex.

"No, man. I know what I need."

"Yeah?" Mike was getting really turned on now and his thick tool jerked in steady pulses as he fingered Kev's hole. The extended foreplay was torture for him, too, but he loved the rush of being in control of the sex. Of making Kevin beg.

"Oh yeah. Need a young guy with a huge cock fucking me good. Giving me what my husband can't."

"Oh fuck!" That was Paul as his dick spurted, hands free. This was only the second time that had happened.

The knowledge turned Mike on even more. "The cuck just came," he growled and placed his dick at Kevin's hole and pressed right in.

Kevin moaned as Mike leaned down to kiss him possessively while boring in. It had taken a few weeks to take this big cock so easily, but now he was accepting Mike's shaft into him. After the long foreplay the trooper was humping away now, thrusting steadily in and out of Kevin's DILF ass.

Paul watched Mike in action. The 25 year old had some padding around his belly, not a lot, but there was definitely a thickness there, and an overall beefiness that made his pecs looks even bigger. But from the back Mike McCullough was all muscle. Strong power back that rippled and flared out then curved in until two hard globes of ass muscle jutted out. That ass was flexing now with each thrust. Mike had a real strong ass and Kevin was undoubtedly feeling every bit of that strength now.

"Fuck me Bull. Fuck me while my husband just sits there."

Oh God, Kevin's words were going to get Paul off a second time, and so soon. The older man stroked his rod and felt the spurts of a second load spill out into his hand.

He was torn. He wanted to continue to watch the mating in front of him. It was just so beautiful and so hot. But Paul knew he couldn't take any more sexual stimulation. He got up and rinsed off then started to leave for the kitchen.

"Everything OK?" Kevin asked as he saw Paul start to leave.

"Yeah, Babe. Just need a break. I'm spent."

Mike grinned. He was heartily fucking Kevin as he looked up at the husband. "I'll be done in a bit buddy. Gotta make sure this guy's good and taken care of." With that he met Kevin in for another kiss.

Paul shook his head, feeling his almost painful erection begging for a break. He stepped out and walked down the hall.

As Mike broke the kiss he looked down in Kevin's eyes. "Glad to have a little you and me time," he said with a wink.

Kevin felt like Mike was pushing boundaries again, but he didn't say anything. The fuck was feeling good, and he didn't want to break the vibe he and Mike had going on.

Mike grinned, thrusting harder into Kevin. "You don't have to tell me Daddy. You like this too. Just you and me. But damn, you really put on a show for Paul. Wore the poor cuck out."

Kevin wanted to tell Mike not to talk like that, but something about his demeanor was turning the bottom on.

"Oh fuck, man, Daddy's gonna cum?" Mike asked excitedly.

Kevin nodded. That turned Kevin on, too, the way the big cop acted like an excited kid every time he got Kevin to the finish line. He felt the trooper thrust more vigorously, working that fat prick over his prostate, over and over in a gunfire rapid pace.

That did the trick. Kevin gripped Mike's strong arms and held tight as his body gave it up. He'd stopped comparing orgasms, but this was as intense as any he'd had. As he rode it out, he could sense Mike's body growing tenser on top of him. Then the younger man came, too, shooting his seed deep inside Kevin.

The cop looked happy as he'd ever looked looking down into Kevin's eyes and stroking the older man's cheek lovingly. "God that was amazing. You OK, Daddy?" He gone a little rough at the end, rougher than he had with Kevin before and wanted to check.

"Oh yeah," Kevin smiled, his mind flushed with sex endorphins.

Mike smiled and dismounted the DILF, his younger thicker body damp with sweat from the exertion and his prick still half erect as he lay on the bed next to Kevin. He looked over and ran his fingers along Kevin's equally sweaty chest. "Sorry if I went a little too far just now. Got carried up in the moment." Contrite Mike was back.

"It's cool," Kevin said. "I could have told you to stop. But you sure like pushing the envelope don't you?"

Mike gave a shy grin and shrugged. "It's what bulls do. But you come first Daddy. I'm serious. I'm gonna respect your wishes, you know that."

Kevin wished he could be convinced of that. But he liked the deference Mike showed him in moments like this. "You want to shower up?" he asked. "I think I need to lie here a minute to recover first."

Mike would have loved to shower with Kevin but he sensed the married man wanted his space now, so he agreed. He took a quick rinse off then slipped on some briefs as Kevin got up for his turn.

Mike found Paul in the kitchen. He'd showered and dressed again, probably in the guest bathroom. It was weird to see this pervy cuckold now back to his normal respectable professional-on-the-weekend attire.

"Hey buddy," Mike greeted.

"Hey, that didn't take as long as I thought it would," he teased the cop playfully.

Mike sauntered up to the counter. "Yeah, we were kind of worked up. Kevin's still in the shower. Say, you got a beer?"

"Two coming right up," Paul smiled, pulling out one for himself as well.

The two toasted. Mike looked at the 50 year old. Well preserved, almost distinguished in appearance. Paul and Kevin definitely came from a different world than the trooper, but Paul especially. He was the sort of guy he'd normally have his deferential "yes, sir," attitude toward if he ran into him in the community. Maybe that knowledge was part of the appeal of cucking him, he thought.

"So thanks, buddy, for being such a cool guy."

That caught Paul off guard. He'd just seen alpha Mike and now this. "What do you mean?"

"You know, sharing your husband, letting me help you all explore the cuck thing. I'm loving it."

"I'm loving it, too," Paul admitted. "A lot."

Mike grinned. He had such an easy going manner, it put Paul at ease. "Anything you wishing we'd do? Other than me nailing your man?"

"Fuck, it's all great," Paul said. "I've been hoping Kevin tries out some humiliating talk, but he's gotta be comfortable with that." He looked at Mike who was listening with attention. "Fuck!" he said.

"What?" Mike asked.

"I'm standing here talking to the guy who just fucked my husband and telling him I want to be humiliated. That's some kind of fucked up."

"Hell buddy, it's not messed up," Mike smiled reassuringly. "It's hot. Don't let anyone ever make you feel like you're messed up for wanting this." Mike spoke so directly, so earnestly that it sent goosebumps along Paul's flesh. "I'm serious, bud. Like I said, you're a cool guy."

Paul blushed. "Thanks," he stammered.

Just then Kevin came in. "I see you started without me," he smiled. He was wearing some workout shorts and looked like a million bucks, his fit body looking particularly taut from his morning workout.

Paul went to grab a beer, as Mike stepped toward Kevin and put his arm affectionately around the older man's shoulder. It was one of his casually assertive gestures, and Kevin wasn't sure how he felt about the action, but Paul's eyes lit up as he turned back and saw it.

[hopewritcs]

the prodigal sister. ten.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.1k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family. set post s2 and pre s3. 

notes: hi it’s been a long while since i’ve updated this. but with the new stranger things, and a rewatch i have some inspiration to continue writing fics. and i finally have some time too! i’ve cleared out my original tag list for this fic as i’m not sure how long it’s been / who might want to still be tagged. if you want to be tagged please message me or leave a comment with the account name you’d like me to tag! this is a relatively easy chapter, with a bit of a time skip from the last chapter to get us closer to season 3!

warning: mentions and allusions to emotional abuse.

other chapters: masterlist

tps tag list: tba ! 

Everything felt different after her birthday. It was like the world was speeding up. The rest of February flew on by as did March and suddenly it was April and spring was in the air. Flowers were beginning to bloom, and Joyce had recently gotten word that Melvad’s might be in trouble because there was competition brewing in the form of a new mall coming that summer. 

“Well, a mall might be nice, right?” Y/N said over dinner the night her mom told them all the news, while the rest of the Byers’ pushed their dinners around on their plates. “I mean, it’ll be nice to not have to drive so far to go to one now.”

“A closer big movie theater would be nice.” Jonathan shrugged his shoulders as he tried to help Y/N make some light comments for their mother’s sake. 

“You’re right. It’ll certainly save me on gas money now.” Joyce said softly, still a bit sad in the face as she spoke. While she tried to keep her thoughts light she didn’t really know what this all meant. When Melvald told her about the mall opening up that summer, she didn’t think much of it. But now with all the news and list of stores coming out, she was beginning to worry about it. 

“And we’ve still got a few months, right?” Y/N said with a nod of her head. “Maybe something will happen.” 

“Hey, Y/N’s right. Something could happen with construction.” Jonathan laughed. “Or one of those demodogs could be found again, maybe in the mall!”

“Oh my God, Jonathan, at least I’m being serious.” 

“I was being serious.” Jonathan deadpanned, turning his head to look at his sister with a light roll of his eyes, flinching when she tossed a napkin at him. 

“Do I need to separate you two? Or ask you to act more well behaved like your brother?” Joyce asked, gesturing to Will who sat between them. He was silent for the most part just following along the conversation. If he was being honest, his mind wasn’t on the mall--he didn’t really care about the mall. He was more focused on what that might mean for the arcade and if that meant that would close. 

“Did that letter say if the mall would have an arcade too?” Will asked, looking up from his plate and looking at his mom. 

Joyce shrugged her shoulders as she took a bite of her food, “I’m not sure, sweetheart. I don’t think I saw one on the list. But the arcade in town is still good, right?” 

“Of course it is. I just wondered if since there’s gonna be a bigger theater what that meant for all other things...” Will shrugged his shoulders. Worried was more like it. He wanted to know if he had to adjust to something else in his life and focus on the new world around him again, but at least knowing that they wouldn’t have to go to a new arcade was good enough. 

“Is tonight game night or something?” Y/N asked, looking at her brother with a slightly worried look, hoping that it didn’t come off worried and overprotective older sister even if that was how she was feeling right then. 

“Mike’s hanging out with El and Lucas is hanging out with Max.” Will shrugged his shoulders, pushing the food around on his plate and looking back up at his sister. “So, I don’t really think we’re doing anything together.” 

“We could call Dustin, I can take you guys to the arcade or the two of you could try and explain dungeons and dragons to me again?” 

“I don’t think we need to explain it to you again.” Will said, shrugging. He wasn’t sure if his sister was really interested in all of these things or just trying to make sure that he felt like he had something to do. But either way, Will found himself offering another suggestion. “But, maybe you can come next time we’ve got a campaign and you can watch if you want?” 

“Y’know, maybe that’ll help.” Y/N nodded. “I’d like that.”

“If you really want to try the arcade tonight we could call Dustin.”

“Yeah, Will.” Y/N said, before turning to look at her other brother. “Unless Jonathan wants to join us.” 

“I’d be down for a drive and music or something but I’m not really an arcade kind of person.” Jonathan answered, making a face at the thought of spending time in the arcade. As much as he loved his siblings, he really didn’t love spending that much time in that place and it wasn’t really the kind of place he liked. He was more of a written word, photography creative than a games visual design creative. “So long as mom is willing to part with the car for us?” 

“For all my kids to go out for a drive?” Joyce asked. It was almost like time hadn’t passed by her. She felt like she was looking at all her kids when they were still young, and not nearly grown up. How had all this time passed her and her family by? “Of course. Just don’t stay out too late.” 

As the Byers kids piled into their moms car, it felt like it was something they had been doing all their lives without any interruption. They fit naturally getting into the car, and as Joyce watched the three banter and get into the car, driving off she thought that this is how it should have been always. 

How it was going to be from now on. 

Inside the car, Jonathan sat behind the wheel and looked slightly to his siblings as he drove. “So, do we have a destination in mind or should we just drive around?” 

“Is there a place we can go to hang out and just talk?” Y/N suggested. 

“Talk? What do you want to talk about?” 

“I feel like I’ve gotten to talk to everyone about everything but not the two of you.” Y/N said with a shrug of her shoulders. Which was true, she’d gotten the story of everything from the whole group, but the three siblings hadn’t ever really spoken about everything that happened to their family. Both supernatural, and just natural. She felt like maybe they needed that, especially since she’d been avoiding any kind of talk like that after her birthday explosion. 

Both of her brothers could understand that and while they rode in the car, singing along to Should I Stay or Should I Go, the eldest Byers drove them toward an open field where he could park and the three of them got out of the car. 

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Jonathan asked when he was out of the car, flipping the keys nervously in his hands. 

“I don’t know. I feel like since I’m home we’re all busy. You’re with Nancy, Will’s with his friends. Now I’m trying to make friends and hang out with them but we haven’t had time to just catch up.” Y/N complained with a sigh. “Am I not allowed to want to spend time with both of my siblings? Fuck.”

“You seemed pretty fine with it all these years.” Jonathan mumbled halfheartedly, not really sure if he truly meant the comment. But it did come out kind of bitter. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. 

Will turned to look at his older brother. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Y/N spat out, shaking her head. “Oh, I am so glad that we left the house because if mom even heard you say that.”

“If mom heard me say it then what? What? Are you just mad I’m saying it out loud when we’re all thinking it. You could have come home, Y/N. We wrote to you and called you and always said that we wanted you home, but where were you? Not fucking here.” 

“Jonathan...” Will didn’t even know what to say, but for his brother to start in on their sister like this when he didn’t even see it coming. Sure, he might have felt angry that she wasn’t there when everything happened to. That she’d missed out on so much, but they had missed out on everything in her life too, right? Will didn’t think they had any right to blame her like Jonathan clearly was. 

“I was here when mom thought we lost Will, when she was going fucking crazy trying to talk to him through the damn lights and then when he was in the hospital and when the fucking feds were telling us everything was going to be okay but we can’t talk about it! Shush, it’s some big secret that this town is a shithole.” Jonathan said, waving his hands around and looking at Y/N. “And where were you? Off at some fancy fucking boarding school in California? You didn’t even write or call?” 

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry. I’m horrified that everything happened, and I’m scared as hell that something is going to happen again, Jonathan.” Y/N admitted after a long moment of silence, it was clear she’d been holding back in some emotion while she was trying to think of the right words to say. “And you know what...what was I supposed to say on the phone? Hey, so our shitbag dad hates me so much that he shipped me off to a boarding school, but it’s fine because I’ll be okay because at least here I’m away from him and his bullshit! You don’t know what it was like living with Lonnie Fucking Byers all these years, Jonathan. Don’t even start with me. I’m fucking sorry that I wasn’t here for you and Will, but I’m here now. I’m here now.” Y/N shook her head as she spoke, looking at her brother and sighing. “That’s going to have to be enough for you. Because it has to be enough for me. We can’t go back and change the past.” 

The three siblings stood there, all on guard for different reasons. Jonathan looked angry. Hurt, like he wanted to keep screaming. Words he never wanted to say to his sister, but they’d been building up and he’d needed to get them out. Will looked worried, like one of them was going to walk away and he didn’t know who and if they did...was he supposed to follow them or stay and get the other to go after them? And then there was Y/N who stood halfway between angry and dejected. Tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she looked at her brothers and not knowing what else she could say. 

The silence was deafening for all of them, but none of the siblings wanted to be the one to break it first.

None of them knew what to say. 

“I’m sorry you had to live with dad.” Jonathan reluctantly admitted after the long silence got the best of him and he just needed to say something. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call more.” Y/N copied her brother’s gesture, a half smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looked at him. “I should have.”

“I was always too scared dad would pick up the line if I called. But, we both should have.” Jonathan corrected. 

“Maybe if we called more we’d have known you were at that boarding school.” Will said. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t have found out about all this shit from dad.” Y/N made a vague gesture with a wave of her arm and looked at her brothers. “I know I’ve said it a lot the past few months, but I’ve really missed you guys.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Jonathan said.

“Me too.” Will added.

It was too much to handle for all of them, and without really saying much else, the three piled back into the car and headed back to the Byers’ house. Emotionally drained and not really wanting to explain much of anything, the radio playing and nobody caring what song was on. 

Tomorrow was another day to deal with whatever else was coming their way. 

When Y/N got up the next day it was a surprise to see that she was the last one up. How everything had been going lately she’d been a mid morning riser, usually waking sometime between her brothers on non school mornings. Y/N however, wasn’t surprised to go out into the living room and see that the house was already over run with a bunch of her brother’s friends including Steve and Nancy. 

“There’s coffee and some pancakes still in the kitchen, Y/N.” Will said in lieu of greeting his sister good morning. 

“Why is everybody here so early?” Y/N asked as she walked toward the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee just how she liked it, turning back to look at everyone else. 

“Duh, we’re planning our Spring Break?”