#Steve's a jerk sometimes let's be real

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✨ Character development ✨

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𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

summary: You cancel on your plans to hang out with your crush, Eddie, and your friends when you realize your competition for his affections will also be there. So, naturally, Eddie comes to you.

warnings: misunderstandings, little bit of hurt, little bit of angst, a lot of fluff and a lot of comforting,

a/n: little companion piece to In My Dreams. inspired by Hozier’s song Would That I, my re-watching of grey’s anatomy, my love for Lexie Grey who heavily inspires Reader’s personality in this, and that confession. for creative purposes we’re gonna pretend Halloween 5 came out before 1986, Eddie got held back like twice maximum, and everyone is alive/lives in Hawkins because this is an ideal world. probably won’t be able to post much in the coming weeks so enjoy and let me know what you think (don’t be a jerk)! mistakes will be fixed later.

You open the sliding door of the shower with a sigh, arm curling around your body at the slight temperature change as you yank the towel off the bathroom counter where you had set it and wrap it around your body, quickly drying off your limbs. Once you’re dry enough, you step out of the shower, towel now wrapped around your body as you grab a clean t-shirt to wrap around your drenched hair.

You swipe the condensation from the steam off the mirror, staring at your bare, disappointed face before the steam fogs it up again.

Your body heaves out another sigh as you prepare to go through your routine in a failed attempt to not think about all the fun your friends are having without you at that very moment.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t invited you, because they had. Heather had come bounding up to you during break on Tuesday to tell you about the group’s plans to hang out on Friday night, go to the mall, head to the movies then grab a bite to eat and probably hang out at someone’s house. You’d agreed immediately, loving nothing more than spending time with your friends. But then you had found out two things that had certainly rained on your parade before it even started:

1.) Roxy Campbell was going. Heather knew how much you two didn’t get along (a dislike that had been mutual since elementary school but had only spiked in animosity in recent years) and had hurriedly explained that it hadn’t been her that extended the invitation to Roxy, which lead you to reason number two.

2.) Chrissy Cunningham would be there. There wasn’t any bad blood between you and Chrissy, far from actually. You didn’t interact with her too much, she was more Heather’s friend than yours (and you sometimes wondered about that, they often cuddled up during big sleepovers, and disappeared at gatherings) but the common factor between Roxy, Chrissy and you was the real problem.

See, you wouldn’t have a problem being in the same place as Roxy on her own, and same goes for Chrissy, but together, they would just be too much for your insecurity, because Eddie was going.

You’d had a crush on Eddie since the fourth grade (he’d been a couple of grades ahead of you at the time, but now he was attainable, or you had thought he was) but it was when Heather had sucked you into their rag tag group consisting of a bunch of social misfits (Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, Barb, Robin, Eden, Eddie and a partridge in a pear tree) during junior year that you actually fell in love with him.

He’d been the one you had bonded with the most, you had almost nothing in common—but it didn’t seem to matter because he made you feel like you mattered. He made you feel seen when you thought you were invisible, made you feel heard when you thought no one was listening, and you just. . .you really loved the way he made you feel.

And you were stupid enough to love him. Stupid enough to love his long curls, his smile (the crazed one was a favorite of yours, but it was topped by the shy one he’d always exchange with you when it was just the two of you in your own world—regardless of your friends surrounding you, or when you were in class and you’d turn in your seat to look back at Eddie and he’d already be watching you, he’d give you that same, beautiful smile), the way he’d doodle silly little things all over his hands (and you could go super into depth about your admiration for those hands), how he resembled a Gremlin when he ate, how he couldn’t seem to sit like a normal person in most public settings unless he was mentally exhausted, his dramatics and the stupid faces he’d make, the way he’d bark at Tommy H. when the jerk dared to try and approach Steve or if he was simply annoying Eddie, how much time and effort he put into campaigns, how he never seemed to get mad during the rare campaigns in which the Hellfire Club managed to breeze right through his monsters, mazes, and obstacles. You could go on forever and that was the problem.

Roxy started liking Eddie right around the time you fell in love with him—because she always has to have whatever you want—and Chrissy was the last girl you were aware he’d had a crush on. A crush he’d had since the seventh grade. Given the current strength of your feelings for a crush you’d had for far longer, you didn’t have any hopes that he’d moved on, since you—ya know hadn’t. Roxy didn’t really intimidate you, but if you were sandwiched between the two girls—or worse, if Eddie was, you’d be forced to watch either another girl flirt with him or watch him flirt with another girl. Both of those options sounded terrible to you and you were positive you’d just end up with a stomach ache that had you nearly bedridden like you always did when it came to heartbreak.

After three days of debating, you’d called Heather before you were all supposed to meet up at the mall and had used your mom not letting you go out because you had chores to do as an excuse. Your mom wouldn’t have appreciated being made the villain but they had all seen you looking perfectly fine at school only a couple of hours earlier, meaning you couldn’t play sick, so she’d just have to take one for the team.

Heather had sounded disappointed but understood and told you she’d let the rest of the group know.

Then you proceeded to have a breakdown, you’d cried and cried, crawled into your shower, cried so much and let the reality of not ever being able to love Eddie and be loved by him crash down on you, your chances of being the reason he smiles and feels loved circle the drain before washing away as your body shook with your sobs. At one point you had thought you might suffocate with it all, but you hadn’t. Once the hot water had begun to lower in temperature, you forced yourself to get up and get yourself together. Eddie should be able to be happy with whoever he wanted and if you were really his friend, you would have to be happy for him and stop feeling sorry for yourself.

So, here you were. All alone on a Friday night while the rest of the teenagers in Hawkins got to be, well, teenagers.

You try cheering yourself up by doing a full body shave since you have the time, moisturizing heavily with sweet smelling lotion, shaping your eyebrows, doing a ton of face masks—you may be feeling pathetic but your skin sure wasn’t—and painting your nails and toes. You’d gone with a metallic green this time in an effort to be daring. You even put your earrings back in, just to feel a little less naked.

Once the polish is dry and you have done all the self-care you can think of, you’re left with nothing to do and no one to keep you company. Even your mind is quiet and your thoughts are whispers, if anything. They’re not nice whispers, so you decide to watch a movie. You throw on one of your comfy sweaters and a pair of boy shorts before running downstairs to sort through the rentals your family still has. Normally, you wouldn’t go running out in your underwear regardless of how similar to shorts they appear, but even your parents had plans tonight, Fridays were date night. They’d come home sometime after 2 am, giggling and so in love as they tiptoed—incredibly loudly, somehow—past your room to try and not wake you up while you listened to them trip and stumble down the hall because you couldn’t help but like to listen and imagine it being you and Eddie one day; drunk, in love and without a care in the world because you’d have each other and maybe a slightly sleep deprived teenage daughter.

The movie selections aren’t too vast, most of yours had been returned on Wednesday—WAIT, SCORE!

You admire the VHS cover of The Last Unicorn with a smile before tucking it under your arm and disconnecting the VCR from the TV in the living room. You carry the bulky thing and its wires up to your room, quickly setting it up to your smaller tv and popping the tape in. While the previews play, you pull the soaked t-shirt off your head, your hair is still damp but as you look at yourself in your bedroom mirror, you can’t help but smile. Your face is glowing, you smell amazing, you hair—while still somewhat wet—looks promising to dry and set satisfactory. Hell, the damp look is working for you on its own. With a smile on your face, you feel and look beautiful.

The t-shirt is tossed into your hamper and you dig out a couple of your favorite snacks from your hoarding place under your bed before you settle on top of it, belly down and your comfiest pillow under your chin as the movie begins.

The movie is comforting and provides you a sense of nostalgia, though it hadn’t come out too long ago. You chalk it up to its dated terms and the general setting of it.

You’re completely invested in it, mind filled with nothing but commentary. You’re wondering why the animators made Celaeno the Harpy’s three titties so big and bouncy when the sound of knuckles rapping on your window surprises you. You push yourself up on your arms, craning your head to look even though you have an inkling who it is, the only person to regularly visit you via window pane.

Sure enough, Eddie is grinning at you from the other side, gesturing down to your window locks. You hadn’t been expecting him so you’d left it secured. It was only a little past 8 pm and hang outs nearly went on to 1 am, why wasn’t he with everyone else?

You move your snacks aside and abandon your pillow in favor of climbing off your bed to pause the movie before you make your way over, unlocking and opening the window for him.

“FINALLY!” Eddie grunts out as he tumbles in, rolling a little ways away before he jumps up and stretches his arms out so high he’s almost touching your ceiling. You roll your eyes, a small laugh slipping past your lips as your fondness for the silly boy quickly rises to the surface.

“Oh, quit it, you faker. You weren’t out there that long.”

Eddie scowls at you, eyes narrowed playfully. He won’t bother telling you that he’d been there for ten minutes (after he’d struggled to get on the roof for the same amount of time, Jesus H. Christ, it never got easier scaling your home, but he’d be damned if he stopped doing it, it was romantic and he was in the middle of wooing) watching you in a non-creepy manner, you’d looked so beautiful and peaceful; he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you or even consider making you aware of his presence until the overwhelming urge to hold you had taken over. He didn’t know if he’d finally be able to work up the courage to do so but the distance between you, and the physical separation started to give him anxiety so he’d knocked.

“You still took your sweet time getting off your butt to let me in,” Eddie teases as he makes himself comfortable, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket to hang on your desk chair. He even takes the chain off of his jeans, tucking it into one of the jacket pockets.

“I wasn’t expecting you!” You throw your hands up in defeat after you shut the window again.

Eddie’s grin turns sly, “Did I surprise you, kid?”

Now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes at him, because you know he doesn’t have the audacity to bring this up again. “Do. Not. Start.”

“It’s just pretty interesting for a guy whom you referred to as predictable today, at 10:06 in Mr. Bellow’s class, to surprise you in a manner that is evidently not so predictable.” He’s smug, so very smug as he crosses his arms and smirks.

You groan, though there’s no annoyance to it, in fact—you’re fighting off a smile. If you smile, he wins and that’s what he wants. You can’t give him that, it's the little teasing game you have going on. You will not break.

“You accuse me of holding onto grudges─”

“Because you do.”

“—yet here you are, bringing up something from the past!”

“It happened today!”

“Yeah, earlier today, as in not right now, meaning the past. Besides, I wasn't wrong. You always climb up to my window and you always try to be unexpected, so really, this was very much so an Eddie thing to do and I am—in fact—correct about you being predictable.” You state as you make your way back to your bed, climbing back on top and folding your legs criss cross style.

Eddie stares at you from where he’s standing, amusement clear in those big beautiful, Bambi eyes of his. The smirk is still there, but it’s not so sly or smug anymore, more gentle and you can tell he’s trying to not let it break into a grin but he’s smiling, nonetheless, so you win. And he knows it.

He shakes his head, turning to look at your poster and art covered walls so you can’t see just how big his grin is. When he finally composes himself, his body is relaxed, arms dropping to dangle by his sides as he stalks towards your bed.

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I wrong, though?” You beam up at him and he can’t say no to you, ever.

With a heavy sigh, he drops his weight onto your bed, falling onto his back. Your poor snacks go tumbling but you don’t care, leaning an elbow on your knee as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand while you peer down at him.

“No. What are we watching?”

“You didn’t answer my earlier question.”

“You didn’t ask a question.” You know he knows what you’re referring to.

“I could smother you right now.”

“Mm, but you won’t.”

You drop your hand from your chin to dart forward and tickle his side. Eddie yelps, letting out a loud laugh as he tries to wrangle your hand in his, securing your wrist in his grasp.

“Okay! Okay! Fine, what’s your question?”

“Why aren’t you with everyone else?” You exclaim, in your rush of adrenaline, rather than ask.

Eddie answers like it’s the most simple question in the world, blinking up at you as though the answer should have been obvious to you, “Because you’re not there.”

Your brows furrow, a confused smile crossing your lips and Eddie wants to lean up and kiss the spot between your eyebrows to ease them. You smell so good, too. He just wants to bury his face in your neck, your hair, suffocate himself with you ‘til his lungs refuse oxygen in favor of needing you to breathe.

“I’m hardly the life of the party, Eddie.”

Not when Roxy and Chrissy are around, you think to yourself. If you’re being honest, Chrissy seems more fun than Roxy, and so are you. Anyone is better than Roxy. You can’t help but briefly wonder how Roxy can be friends, acquaintances, whatever, with Chrissy—not that there’s anything wrong with the sweet blonde—but if it was obvious to you that Eddie liked Chrissy, it should have been obvious to Roxy. Roxy loathed you even more than she had before for being friends with Eddie, you figured she’d hate Chrissy since she was the object of his affections.

“You’re spacing’ out on me, kid.” You’re literally shaken from your thoughts when Eddie puts his giant freaking hand on the top of your damp head, giving it a gentle shake. He laughs at your expression when you swat his hand away.

“Sorry, was just thinking about something. Did you say something?”

“I said you’re the life of my party,” Eddie repeats, trying to maintain his cool, despite how fast his heart was racing. He’d do that a lot, drop little hints to see if you picked up on them with hopes you would. Then, he’d have the perfect opportunity to finally tell you how he feels; like how his heart had just about dropped out of his ass when Heather had come on her own and told them you wouldn’t be joining them. He’d been sullen and mostly quiet as they walked through the mall. Steve and Argyle had tried to cheer him up, but it was useless. Chrissy had even tried to strike up a conversation but he couldn’t think about anything but you, so that had dropped pretty fast and he was sure he’d come off as rude, only he couldn’t care right then but he’d apologize next week at school.

Eddie couldn’t even recall what movie they had ended up watching. Even if he had been trying to pay attention, Roxy was constantly trying to talk to him during the movie so he wouldn’t have been able to hear it anyways. The entire time he was trying to think of why you hadn’t shown up. Heather had mentioned something about your mom, but Eddie knew your parents had date nights on Fridays so you were pretty much free to do whatever you wanted. Were you sick? On your period? Suffering? And here he was, albeit not having an even decent time, hanging out with his friends when he could have been comforting you or just with you. He left before the movie hit the halfway point.

“Coolest person I know, kid.”

You smile, sinking back into your shoulders shyly, you may not have been the apple of his eye, but you were still cool in his, “Thanks, Eddie. You’re the coolest person I know, too. Maybe even the best person I know, in general. Don’t tell Robin or Eden I said that.”

Eddie chuckles, still hyper aware of your wrist in his hand, if he plays this right he could just slide it up ‘til he’s palm to palm with you and intertwine your fing─

“The Last Unicorn,” You announce, finally answering his question as you sit up only to lean back into your pillows, pulling your wrist out of his hold just as Eddie had been about to trail his hand higher. You pat the spot next to you as you pull your knees to your chest. “We lost the remote so you’ll have to go press ‘play’.”

“Oh, I’ll have to go press ‘play’, huh?” His amusement is back as he shifts onto his side to face you.

“Mhm,” You nod innocently, placing your finger on the tip of your nose. “Nose goes.”

He stares at you, incredulous, before he reluctantly pushes himself up even though you both know he would have done it regardless.

“That stupid game doesn’t even make sense, if it’s gonna be called ‘Nose Goes’ shouldn’t the first person that touches their nose fucking go?” He grumbles as he presses the button on the VCR before climbing onto the bed, making himself comfy next to you as the movie resumes.

You shush him, eyes fixated on the screen again, on Celaeno, “Look at her boobies.”

Eddie does as you say, guffawing once he notices. He’s more amused with your thought process than he is with the harpy, for obvious reasons. One being that he’s in love with you and how cute you are and the other being that the harpy is far from appealing to look at.

“Wait, does she have three tits?”

“Yeah.”

“Why, though?”

“Because Harpies have three titties, I don’t know, Eddie, I didn’t make the movie.”

“Well, like—does she need the extra one?” He never noticed it before.

“I don’t know, I’m more concerned about how human they look. I get that harpies are kinda supposed to look a little human, but she’s really fugly and not at all human in appearance. They really gave her three human boobs and called it a day. Could have at least given her a human head or some hair but no.”

Eddie’s focused on you, watching you from the corners of his eyes as you rant. One of the things that had broken the awkwardness when you first met was your love of fantasy. You weren’t as obvious about it as he was with his, but he’d seen you reading your copy of The Sword in the Stone after you’d finished a test early, in the English class he shared with you, right before the end of your sophomore year. He’d spent the whole summer wondering about you and he’d been grateful when Heather had been inducted in the group, bringing you with her in the fall. When he failed, he’d been bummed but knowing he got to spend more time with you, learn more about you eased the ache. Falling in love with you had just about healed it completely, and with your encouragement, he was on track to graduate alongside you this year.

When Eddie doesn’t respond, you turn your head to him, raising your brows when you notice his gaze is fixed on you, “You okay, Eddie?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, kid.”

He really is, he’s thinking about all the things he loves about you. How animated you get when you’re excited about something, the way you get all shy when you realize just how excited you’d been, how optimistic you were even when you were having the worst of days—you never lashed out at anyone because of it, how you always put others first (you always claimed to be selfish but the moment you realized you could help someone instead of yourself, you did it), how forgiving you were (Steve had been somewhat of a jerk to you when he was still King Steve but the moment you realized he was genuine in his redemption, you never brought it up and always made sure to mention how he’s grown as a person when someone else brings it up and yeah, Eddie was a little jealous about that). How unapologetically yourself you were, silliness and all (like how you’d gone as Jamie Lloyd in her clown costume with the red nose and mask, from the Halloween movie while everyone else was dressed as provocative as possible for Zoe’s halloween party—and then you’d gone to Tina’s party as an angel with very little covering you up, because you could do both, and Eddie had to spend the entire night hiding an erection). Or how you made the wall flower kids, that Steve and the others sometimes couldn’t see needed attention, feel seen; Lucas, Will and Jane loved it when you came around. They always referred to you and Jonathan as their play parents and yes, Eddie got incredibly jealous with that, too.

And then there was the way you made Eddie feel. Despite his growing friendships, he had still felt a sense of loneliness, still needed his alone time because they overwhelmed him a bit. But not you. You snuck up on him, came into his life so quietly you hadn’t disturbed any of the foundation he’d built around himself to keep the world away, yet still somehow ended up on the same side of the wall with him. When his head got loud, you were there to hush all the thoughts, bringing him a sense of peace. He hardly had to even defend himself to verbal lashings anymore because you were putting whoever it was in their place without even being mean about it, which made him feel like people really were just messing with him to be jerks, like he wasn’t actually a freak. You made him feel like they were the problem, not him. When you looked at him, he felt like you were actually seeing him. Not Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, not the frontman to a band everyone thought was going nowhere, not some high school repeat, not some drug dealer, not trailer trash, just Eddie.

God, and the way you said his name! You’d beam, sit up straighter while you flashed him that beautiful smile and Eddie felt like he somehow lit up the room for you, despite you already being the brightest thing in any room.

He’d had crushes before, on Chrissy Cunningham, on Ally Citronni, Tammy Thompson—she talked to him, okay? He was lucky if a girl didn’t walk away giggling with her friends and not in the ‘I just talked to a cute boy’ way and she was a nice girl—even the fucking counselor and yeah, he’d had one on you, had expected it to go away like it had with the others, but it hadn’t. Instead, it blossomed into something so intense he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t fucking sleep, he couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t related to you.

Love on the fucking brain.

He’d even been forced to talk to Wayne about you when Tommy H. had asked you out in an attempt to make Carol jealous during one of their break ups. Even though you’d flat out said no, it had been a reality check for Eddie. Someone could easily just steal you away.  Eddie hadn’t been able to sleep right for a week, and he hadn’t even touched his guitars, prompting an Uncle Wayne intervention, that conversation led him here. And all of the other times he’d tried—failed—to tell you how he felt.

You went back to watching the movie, but not Eddie. He was ready for this, fuck the hints.

“I’m glad I’m not in this movie cause I would have started sprinting, then she’d kil─”

Eddie had placed a finger on the side of your chin, directing your face to his instead of the TV while you had been talking and you hadn’t been able to drag your eyes away from the action on screen but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, lips pressing firmly against yours.

That caught your attention.

Your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening and when it becomes clear Eddie won’t be pulling away, you melt into him, eyelids fluttering shut while you return the kiss with the same amount of fervor. The rest of his hand comes to cradle your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he licks at your lips. They part for him almost instantly and he moans at the first taste of you, tongue swiping against yours.

Eddie dominates the kiss and you’re helpless to do anything but respond as he explores your mouth, licking any chance of coherency right off your tongue. His other hand slips around your waist, pulling you flush against him, onto his lap and you can’t quite believe that he’s cradling you like this, as though you were something important to him. You can’t even believe he’s kissing you, let alone this thoroughly!

When Eddie finally—and very reluctantly—pulls away, there’s a string of spittle connecting your lips. You lick it up and Eddie nearly creams his pants right there.

You stare up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable as Eddie leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, thumb still stroking your cheek.

“I love you, kid. I’m in love with you. Messed me up the moment Heather dragged you over to the lunch table and you wouldn’t let go of the seat you’d been sitting on at your old table. Had a feeling it’d be you, I hoped it would.” He confesses, voice gentle and nearly a whisper into the charged air between the two of you.

You want to cry the happiest of tears as you finally confess during a moment you genuinely thought wouldn’t come, not after the circumstances of how the night had started for you, “I love you so much, Eddie. You’re all I think about; I can’t sleep, I-I can’t eat and when I didn’t think you could love me I couldn’t breathe. I love you, I love you so much and I wanted to tell you, I did but I was so scared you wouldn’t love me and I’d ruin it all but I do! I love you.”

Eddie’s on you in an instant, lips insistent against yours and you can’t help the few tears that slip out but Eddie’s quick to wipe them away, trying to convey just how much he loves you with his kisses. When he pulls away again, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ve tried to tell you so many times, baby. I just—I fucking suck. That’s it,” the way Eddie says it makes you laugh and he smiles at the sound, leaning forward to press another kiss to your lips. “I fucking suck. I have loved you for so long, and I should have told you a long ass time ago, a fucking year ago. You really are the life of my party—love of my life, actually. You’re it for me, like—fuck.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, but you can be patient now, you’re willing to wait for him forever.

When he speaks again, the playful edge is gone, “I want to marry you.”

Your breath hitches along with your heartbeat and Eddie continues, “Not yet, not while we’re in school, but I’m positive I want to marry you. Hell, if I didn’t think I’d distract the shit out of you, I’d carry you to the courthouse right now—don’t be a smart ass, I know what you’re gonna say and I’m very aware they’re not open right now—but I’d sit there and wait. That’s how sure I am. So when we’re ready, when you’re ready, if you’ll have me, I’m gonna marry you. But for now, would you—I don’t know, wanna be my girlfriend?”

You yank him down for another kiss, multiple before you’re pressing them all over his face and you’re sure he’s smiling, can feel his cheeks pull up when your lips pass over them.

“Yes, yes I want to marry you someday and yes, I want to be your girlfriend. I want you, Eddie, and I’ll take you anyway I can have you.”

Eddie pulls you even further to him, something you didn’t think was possible, as he hugs you, the hand on your cheek traveling up to cradle the back of your head.

You can’t see his face in this position, your face is pretty much pressed into the crook of his neck, but you’re sure he’s crying, can feel the wetness on the side of your forehead.

Your arms wrap around his middle, inching the fabric of his shirt up so your fingers can press into his back. Despite the seriousness of your conversation, Eddie lurches forward into the bed and you squeal as you go with him, back meeting your blankets.

“Eddie!” You’re pinned underneath him, and Eddie has no plans on moving.

“Hm?”

“Get off!”

“You just told me you’ll have me any way you want me and now you want me off of you? I am all for the chase, baby, but you really gotta make up your mind.”

“Ugh,” you groan, admitting defeat as your arms wrap around him once more to hold him and he lets out a content sigh, nose nudging your head. You turn your head in the direction and he presses another sweet kiss to your lips before nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I’m gonna run down the halls on monday and tell everyone you’re my girlfriend.”

“How predictable of you.”

“Kid, I swear to God.”

You and Eddie will have to save The Last Unicorn and the harpy with three boobs for another time, too swept up in each other to pay it any mind.

[sunshinesteviee]

Can I request some reader and Steve on Halloween after their babies have gone to bed and the two parents enjoying their alone time on the couch watching movies and going through their kids candy

UGH my heart!! sorry it’s so late on halloween, but i hope you enjoy anyways 💛 dad!steve & mom!reader; wc 904

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You’re sitting on the couch, feet kicked up in the coffee table, going through a bag of candy by the time Steve finally re-emerges from your middle child’s bedroom. You hear the shuffle of his feet against the hardwood floor that creaks in certain well-worn areas, and your head shoots up, grinning at the sight of your sleepy husband. His hair is floppy and falling into his face, a pair of glasses perched on his nose, and he’s wearing sweatpants and an old shirt that reveals a bit of tan skin when he stretches and then cards his hands through his hair. He yawns as he makes his way over to you, shaking his head as if to try to wake himself up, “Molly finally fell asleep.”

“Took long enough,” you snort. He’d been in her room for nearly half an hour.

“She just kept talking and talking, no matter how much I tried to get her to go to sleep. She didn’t say it, but I think she was scared she’d have bad dreams,” Steve shakes his head again, this time fondly as he drops onto the couch next to you.

“Our sweet girl,” you frown, leaning into your husband’s side, “Too delicate for even Halloween, huh?” Molly’s your sensitive child, always emotional and in tune with what everyone else is feeling, always takes things to heart.

“Well, to be fair, that asshole a few blocks over did scare them. I get scaring some kids, but did Winnie the Pooh, a fairy princess, and Raggedy Ann look like they wanted to be scared?” Steve’s still annoyed, you can tell, even though he’d yelled at the twenty-something jerk who had made his babies cry.

“She was just surprised, she’ll be okay,” you comfort Steve, the palm of your hand landing on his thigh as he grumbles and pouts, not unlike your kids do. “Will you be okay? Or do we need to cancel our yearly Halloween movie marathon and candy stealing?”

He perks up at that and presses a kiss to your temple, “No, no, we definitely can’t cancel that.” For as long as you’ve been with Steve, Halloween night was reserved for a scary movie marathon for the two of you, and sometimes a couple of friends. And once you had kids old enough to trick-or-treat, you’d started rummaging through their haul, taking what you wanted for yourselves. They never noticed, and they never ate all of their candy, anyway.

You squeeze Steve’s knee, cheek smushed into Steve’s shoulder as you move in closer, “Okay, good. Woulda been real upset to have to miss out on that. What should we watch first?”

Steve lets you choose first, so you’re quick to get up and put on Hocus Pocus. It’s definitely not Steve’s first pick, but it’s not a bad choice. You quickly rejoin Steve on the couch, sitting next to him closer than necessary, though he doesn’t mind at all, and you throw a blanket over your laps. He makes a big show of pretending to yawn, like boys would do in high school, stretching his arms over his head before casually resting the one closest to you over your shoulders. It makes you burst into giggles, both slightly flustered, and endeared to your husband’s ridiculous antics. The fact that he still makes you feel like this, even after all your years together, doesn’t escape you, and you snuggle into his side, pressing your cheek to his chest, “You’ve still got the moves, Harrington.”

You can feel his laugh under your cheek, his chest heaving with it as he says, “What can I say? Still gotta impress my girl.”

“It’s working,” you reply, resting your hand over his heart.

Silence falls over the two of you as the movie begins to play, until Steve’s foot nudges one of the kids’ bag of candy on the table that you’d previously been digging through. He shoots up, eyes wide as he grabs the three bags of candy, dropping them in your laps, “We almost forgot the most important part. What do you want? If you say something gross like almond joy, I’m divorcing you.”

“Steve, I literally saw you eat a handful of candy corn earlier. A literal handful.”

“Candy corn is a must on Halloween!” Steve gasps a bit too loudly, indignant, and totally forgetting that you have three kids who just went to sleep.

You quickly slap a hand over his mouth, covering your own laughter, “Shh! Don’t wake the kids!”

Eyes wide, Steve realizes what he’s done, and you both wait with bated breath, desperately hoping you don’t hear any tiny feet in the hallway. When a minute passes without any doors creaking open, you turn your attention back to your husband, who is in the middle of licking the palm of your hand to get it off of his mouth.

You nearly shriek but manage to hold it in, working your hand against Steve’s sweatshirt, “Ugh. Disgusting.”

“You love me,” he says, so confidently, so assuredly, you couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to (and you definitely don’t want to).

“Yeah, I do, Stevie. You can make it up to me with a kiss and a peanut butter cup, though.”

Steve picks out a pumpkin shaped peanut butter cup and presents it to you, his free hand cupping your jaw for a soft peck on the lips, “That I can do.”

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come back to me • part two

PART ONE HERE • PART THREE HERE // after steve gets his heart broken by nancy, tommy dares him to try something different as a rebound, someone who isn’t his type at all, and at first he’s doing it to prove a point, but when the upside down gets involved he realizes just how he really feels • 18+ | ( 6k – violence / upside down, lots of angst, some fluff, enemies to lovers-ish, steve x reader, king!steve x reader ) REQUEST @carinacassiopeiae → king!steve, reformed!king steve x reader

C O M E B A C K T O M E • P T . 2 🎶 i don't mind falling in love with you - milk.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Steve said, lips firmed in a line as the curly haired boy in the passenger seat gave him a look.

“What? It’s not my fault!” Dustin protested, a hand clasped to his chest.

“Oh, it’s absolutely your fault. In fact, all of you little shitheads are guilty,” glancing at himself in the rearview mirror Steve tried to get his hair to lay flat, but the cowlick in the back kept flipping out like a middle finger at 7:43am. He swore under his breath before turning back to Dustin, “I’m gonna be late for class. So Thursday? You better be at your place by 4 or your ass can start walking to the arcade.”

The younger boy’s mouth fell open, scoffing, so offended, “Uncalled for. And mean.”

“S’what you get for not being able to drive,” Steve shoved his door open and piled out, Dustin following close behind.

“Yeah, well. Once I can you’re gonna miss me!”

“Hah! Not a chance. 4 o’clock, Henderson. Not a minute later or you can get cozy with your stupid bike,” Steve shot, pointing a finger at Dustin as they parted ways, and the younger boy replied by flipping him off. Both hands. “Oh, real mature!”

“Kiss my ass!”

Grumbling, Steve let the boy have the last word and half-jogged across the quad toward the side entrance to the school where Tommy was waiting for him.

Carol was tucked in against the freckle-faced boy, mouth twisted in a grimace and Steve felt his stomach drop. The last people he wanted to see.

“The hell are you doing with that dweeb?” Tommy snarked, jerking his head back at where Dustin had gone into the computer lab.

“Just gave him a ride,” Steve lied because no one would believe him about Dart, hell sometimes even he didn’t believe himself, “His mom gave me twenty bucks.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you can just give that to me now,” Tommy shouldered into Steve, reaching a hand out and mock-grabbing at his wallet, “Its Wednesday! I don’t see you makin’ any moves yet.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Steve shoved him off and Tommy just started laughing. Shaking his head and clicking his tongue at him.

“What? Where’s your cute little sign, Stevie boy? Tick tock!”

“I said shut up!” Steve turned and got in Tommy’s face, eyes flickering with a challenge. King Steve shit and Tommy’s grin pulled up wickedly.

“Whoa, touchy this morning. You on your period?”

“I’m gonna ask tonight.”

“Whatever you say, Harrington. You got two days left,” Tommy murmured, giving Carol a squeeze at his side and she giggled as he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

“Two days, King Steve,” Carol purred, a more subtle taunt, but somehow worse than Tommy and Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, staring them both down.

He hadn’t exactly planned on jumping the question on you today, in fact he didn’t have a plan at all, but studying had gone well the last two nights. Much better than he’d expected it to and you told him he could come by again after school if he needed it, but now he was feeling nervous. Anxious. Unsure. You were being so nice to him, helping him and not asking for anything in return and here he was playing some game. Like all the assholes you said you hated and he couldn’t help the pang of guilt that squeezed tight in his chest.

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late,” Steve muttered, shoving past them and into the school. Class couldn’t be over soon enough.

“Scoot over.”

“What? I’m not even that close to you, there’s plenty of–”

“You’re on my side, just–” you reached a hand out to shove at Steve’s thigh, trying but failing to move him off the edge of your cushion and he only settled in further. “Seriously, Harrington?”

“Just ask the next question. C’mon, I got it,” he waved a hand at you and the notecards stacked in a pile on the side table. It earned him an eye roll and a sigh.

“You’re impossible,” you grumbled, tucking yourself as far away from him as you could and grabbed one of the flash cards, fixing him with a glare.

It was now the third day he’d come over after school to study and even though you’d told him on Monday that you needed to stop at seven he somehow managed to hang around. Weaseled his way into your room as you picked out notes on your guitar, lounging lazily on your bed while you sat in the window playing.

You almost told him you wanted to be alone, almost made him go home, but it was nice. Playing with someone else around. Nice to have someone to talk to, to laugh with, and god. The way he looked at you, eyes all brown sugar and honey, you couldn’t say no.

Especially when he told you how he liked the sound. How well you played and it didn’t seem like a ploy, wasn’t a ruse, he meant it. He actually sat and listened quietly and smiled, tapping his fingers along with the notes and it made your stomach flip over. Made you feel silly.

Because he was a jock. An asshole. King Steve. He wasn’t supposed to be all sweet and encouraging and teasing you and giving you looks like he did. Right? Right?

And now it was Wednesday and Steve Harrington sitting in your living room felt kind of normal and he was funny. Smug, but kept up with your banter and actually answered a few questions correctly for once and you wondered when it would all end. When would it all come crashing down around you? King Steve jumping out from behind the curtain with some shitty comment loaded and at the ready.

You felt your guard still up, not letting him in completely, but he was wearing you down and it scared you. What you wanted. What the feelings stirring in your chest meant. Especially when he was sitting so close and…

“When did the Revolutionary War start?” your eyes flicked up to look over at him as he picked at a loose thread on the arm of the couch.

“Uh–” he tilted his head back against the cushion and screwed his face up in thought, tongue flicking out across his lips, working through it. “April something? 1774?” he turned to you, brows lifted in hopes he got it right, but your smirk told him no and he groaned, “Jesus, can we take a break?”

“Oh, now you want a break? C’mon, 1775! That’s so easy!”

“Yeah, for you maybe! Not everyone’s a genius, genius,” he teased and you huffed a laugh. Damn him.

“Poor baby,” you snarked, nudging his knee with yours and he grumbled under his breath enough that you took pity on him. “Fine, break. I need to play a little bit anyway,” tossing the notecards back onto the table you stood from the couch and stretched, cut-off sweater lifting just high enough that the dip of your lower back peeked out and Steve couldn’t help looking.

You were right there and shit, you were cute, and his cheeks grew warm, flushed and pink, and for once in his life he didn’t know what to do.

Usually he’d reach over and grab Nancy, pulling her down into the couch with him or dig his fingers into her waist, reaching and wanting more, but this was different. You weren’t Nancy or Tammy Thompson or Allie Parker. You were different, but then he heard Tommy. Taunting. Laughing. Smirking.

I got a proposition for you. Little game, huh? I dare you to get a freak to catch feelings for you. You’re losing your grip on shit, King Steve.

He had to ask. Tonight. No, he hadn’t planned on it, but he could already see Tommy waiting for him in the quad. Arms crossed and a stupid smirk on his face. Ready to dig into him and give him shit and tell him he was a pussy. That he’d lost it over a bet and Steve already felt fed up. Anxious. Frustrated. But then he looked at you again and the anger in his chest stuttered. Would he hurt you just for the clout?

“Uh, can I stay? If it’s okay with you?” he choked out realizing he was still staring. Clearing his throat he dragged his eyes away from you and stood from his spot on the couch.

“Again?” fell out in surprise and your cheeks turned pink as his face shifted, apologetic and a little startled, and it made your stomach flip over.

“S-sorry, I can go–”

“No! No, it’s okay. I just–” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to pick your words, “–its just funny. Steve Harrington wanting to hang out.”

His lips tugged up into a lopsided smile, brows pinched together in mild confusion, “Why is that funny?”

“Are you joking?”

“No?”

Standing just a few steps apart you laughed. You couldn’t help it. It was incredulous and amused and bewildered and he tried to laugh with you, but clearly wasn’t getting it.

“Steve, look at us. Carol throws fries at me at lunch,” it might’ve been a little too deadpan, but you didn’t shy away from it and he just stood there for a minute letting your words settle in the space between you before looking down at his feet.

Steve.

The first time you’d said his actual name. Not Harrington. Not dingus. Not genius. Not idiot. How was he supposed to do this? Make you fall for something that wasn’t real? It was easier when you were at school and not sat close on the couch. Easier when he didn’t know you. Easier when he hadn’t been in your room, but now…

“Yeah, she sucks.”

You snorted and covered your mouth, waiting for him to take it back, but he didn’t and you let your hand fall away. “She sucks so much,” you said, braver, and he looked over at you with a grin.

“A real piece of work.”

“Oh my god, Harrington. I’m telling,” you teased and the air grew lighter as you traced the steps to the stairs, Steve following behind you still grinning and laughing.

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to avenge me after Tommy kicks my ass.”

“Kicks your ass?”

“Yeah, you know, come to find out I’m actually shit at a fist fight. Everyone else: 2. Steve: 0.”

“Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?” you half-laughed, crinkling up your nose and looking over your shoulder at him as you reached the landing and he played it off so easy.

“Yeah and?”

“You’re a weirdo Steve Harrington.”

“Been called worse, princess.”

“Shut up.”

It was dark in your room when you reached the doorway, Steve hovering over your shoulder waiting for you to go in. As you clicked on the lamp everything was washed in gold, warm and hazy, and things fell together like they had the last two nights.

You went in first to grab your guitar. Steve followed suit and kicked his shoes off before taking up his now usual spot. Flat on his back in the middle of your bed, eyes wandering the band posters on your ceiling while you perched yourself on the window seat.

The silence between the notes you played had been uncomfortable at first and you’d felt the need to fill it with stupid conversation, but now only two days later it was easy. Or easier. Especially as Steve kicked his feet off the end of your mattress while he read one of your Thrasher magazines and you smiled a little at the thought of it.

Were you friends?

Plucking out a few chords you hummed along with it and scribbled a few more lyrics down in your tattered notebook. Steve looked up over the edge of his magazine, but didn’t say anything and you tried to ignore it, tried to keep playing, but you could feel him. Still looking.

“Can I help you?” you glanced up at him through your lashes and quirked a brow, a bit unimpressed but tolerant and he grinned.

“No, just sounds nice,” he replied, voice all sugary sweet and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“It’s hard to focus when you’re staring,” you pushed, setting your pen down and he raised his brows in mock surprise.

“Sorry, I’ll just–” Steve held up his magazine and tucked back into it and you shook your head, taking up your pen, but a few minutes later he was looking. Again.

This time you put your guitar aside and tilted your head, lips twisted half in thought and half in a scowl. “What?” you prodded, but this time he softened and you felt your stomach flip over. You wished you hadn’t asked.

“So listen,” he started, setting the magazine down and you instinctively tucked your knees into your chest, his tone making you feel all kinds of things. Anxious, anticipation, excitement? Worry. “You don’t seem like the type to go to football games or dances and all that, but–”

“Oh no. No,” you cut him off, feet hitting the floor as you abruptly stood from the window seat, “Absolutely not. Don’t finish that question.”

“Oh, c’mon princess! You don’t even know what I’m gonna–”

“And god I hate that. Don’t call me princess.”

Steve was standing now too, socked feet almost toe to toe with your bare ones as he crowded into you and you could smell fresh laundry. Mint gum. Cedar like the tree outside your window and boy. Your head felt hazy and you swallowed thick, kept your eyes on his, chin tilted up in defiance as he grinned down at you just a little.

“Why? Just go with me. To homecoming,” there, it was out now and as he looked down at you, you made a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

“No, I hate that shit. It’s just a bunch of jocks parading around and slapping each other on the ass for a couple of hours before everyone crams into the gym to grind on each other,” you muttered, still a touch defensive, but softening the longer he looked at you.

“Okay, so maybe we watch a little of the game and then we can ditch. Do whatever you want,” he offered, still so close to you and you felt yourself giving in.

“Do you really want to take me?” you asked and his grin cracked, thoughts of Tommy and the bet swept out the window with the look in your eyes and he stuttered over his words.

“Y-yeah, course. W-why would I ask you if I didn’t?”

“Because. You’ve lived right there your whole life and you’ve never once said hi to me,” you pointed a finger through your curtains over to his room next door, “C’mon, Harrington. Why are you here?”

Steve’s heart was racing. He knew why he was here originally. Knew he wanted to shut Tommy up. Knew he didn’t want to admit he was losing his grip on shit. Didn’t want to be perceived as weak or whipped. Like the break up with Nancy didn’t matter, but it did. And he was hurt and he was losing his grip, but when he was with you it didn’t suck so bad and he could be himself and you laughed at his dumb jokes. Held him to his to shit and didn’t shy away and god, he liked you.

“Okay, fine. I’ve been an asshole, but can’t I change? Can’t I want to hang out with you? What’s so wrong with that?” and with those words he knew he was done playing the game, he meant what he’d said and the sudden confession felt freeing. Terrifying, but like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he felt his heart thudding hard against his chest. Waiting for you.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, eyes searching his, looking for the punch line and waiting for the gotcha! moment, but it didn’t come and you bit the inside of your cheek. Trying to ground yourself. Trying to be realistic, but he was making it so damn hard.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you finally said, voice soft and low, reluctantly letting your chin dip back down. “I just–”

“You just what? C’mon. Come with me. Please?”

A no bubbled up in your chest almost immediately for preservation, survivor’s instinct, and it was like he sensed it. Lifting his hand to your cheek he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and as his fingers brushed against your skin you felt the embers in your chest flicker, cracking and snapping into flames. Breath hitching in your throat you took a small step back, enough to gather yourself, and looked back up at him with a small scowl.

“Fine, but I’m not staying past kickoff. And I want pizza. And ice cream. Two scoops,” you demanded and it pulled a grin from him, all smug and shit and you shook your head trying to fight off a smile of your own. “Wipe that stupid thing off your face,” you grumbled and he laughed.

“No, don’t think I will. Think I’ll keep it. People tell me I’ve got a nice smile.”

“That’s not a smile, Harrington. That’s a certified shit-eating grin and it doesn’t become you.”

“Oh yeah? Well you should try it more often, I like when you smile,” he shot back and it caught you off guard and your lips parted, trying to find words but at a loss.

I like it when you smile. I like it.

Taking another step back you curled back up on the window bench, Steve looking at you like he could do it all day, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Thanks,” came out soft, tentative, and he smiled. One that pulled up at the corner of his lips ever so gently, crinkled in the corners of his eyes, so fucking fond and sweet and he shook his head.

“You’re welcome.”

Steve had stayed late and somewhere around eleven you forgot about your guitar and instead took up a spot next to him on your mattress. Thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder. Talking about school. About college. About how neither of you wanted to go because what a waste of money and maybe working at Family Video or the mall wasn’t that bad.

You told him your parents were gone a lot and it was mostly just you and your sister. Fighting over clothes and eating cereal for dinner and he’d laughed. Commiserated with you because his parents were never home and it had its perks. Staying up as late as he wanted, eating pizza all the time, no one bugging him about his grades. He’d told you to come swim in his heated pool sometime because it was like a giant hot tub this time of year and you’d blushed at the thought of him in swim trunks.

Finally he left a little after midnight, eyes heavy and reluctant, and you wondered what it would be like to fall asleep next to him. What it would be like to wake up next to him. And when you opened your eyes the next morning you saw the Thrasher magazine he’d thumbed through sitting just under your pillow.

Most nights you didn’t dream, but last night. Oh last night. You’d dreamt of Steve. And that smile. The one that made your stomach flip over. The one that made you feel dizzy. Wrapped itself around you soft and warm like summer and oh my god he’d asked you to Homecoming.

Well. To kickoff and then pizza and ice cream and you’d agreed, but what was happening? You couldn’t deny the feelings that were flickering under the surface. The ones that only happened when you had a stupid crush, and they were made even worse by the fact that it was Steve.

Steve Harrington.

King Steve.

It all felt like a joke, but he’d been so sincere standing there in your room, glowing in the soft light from your lamp and maybe you’d been too hasty. Too caught up in how it made you feel and as you rolled over to look out the window you thought maybe you should cancel. Tell him you weren’t feeling well. Find Eddie on Friday instead and go smoke out under the bleachers and make fun of all the cheerleaders, but as you turned your cheek into your pillow you caught fresh laundry. Spearmint. Cedar and Steve and dammit. Who were you kidding, you couldn’t cancel.

You left the house way earlier than usual to avoid having to see him, the maroon BMW still sitting in his driveway. It wasn’t like you to shy away from anyone, but this was all so new. Uncharted. Untouched and unknown and maybe if you saw him again alone something bad would happen. He’d realize he’d fucked up and take it all back. So you’d wait until first period science and it’d be better. Right?

“Tommy,” Carol was practically whining, sitting in Tommy’s lap with his head tucked into her neck and he huffed a laugh against her skin pulling a breathless giggle from her.

Wrong. Not better.

Paired up into groups of four you were all crowded around the square desks with beakers and vials of liquids and materials for an experiment and of course your group had landed you with Steve. And Tommy and Carol.

“Seriously?” you muttered under your breath, putting a hand up to your face between you and the disgusting display of PDA happening across the table.

“Sorry,” Steve had muttered under his breath to you, sheepish and shying away from it just as much as you were. He knew he’d been just as bad with Nancy and watching it now made him feel like an idiot.

He’d tried to help a little, but Tommy kept distracting him and surprise. You were carrying the majority of the work. Taking all the notes, prepping everything Mr. Nelson had set out for the experiment, even wrote down the stupid equation used to find the correct amounts of elements, but no one cared.

You felt yourself growing irritated. At tweedle dee and tweedle dum for sucking face in class. At Steve for not helping you and as the bunson burner flickered under your beaker full of liquid, you watched Steve’s friends through the glass.

“You like that? Huh, babe? Wanna skip seventh period? Meet me in the bathroom?” Tommy grinned into Carol’s mouth and you make an overly noisy gagging sound.

Turning to look at you, Tommy caught your gaze through the beaker and smirked. His freckled cheeks pulling up with it as he chewed on his gum.

“What? You jealous?” he teased, voice edging on mean, “Bet you’d be a wild one if you loosened up.”

“C’mon, man,” Steve’s tone was short, clipped and irritated. He’d been sitting quiet the whole time, tolerating and ignoring it all, but when Tommy turned to you something in him snapped. Cheeks flushed and embarrassed at his friends he threw a pencil across the table and it only made Tommy grin wider.

“In your fucking dreams, Hagan. What, is Carol too boring for you?” you shot, wanting to slap the look off his face as heat crept up your chest and the shock on Carol’s face was worth it.

Tommy’s smirk fell a bit as he watched you, eyes narrowing as he considered what he wanted to say. No one challenged him like that, not even Steve who was grinning down at the table. You were quick and shit. He loved it, but Tommy didn’t.

“Nah, we’re good here, but I bet Harrington’d show you a good time. Maybe after Homecoming, you’re going together right?” Tommy snarked, licking along his lips, waiting for Steve to take the bait.

Your eyes pulled away from Tommy to look at Steve, quick wit and sharp words stolen away from you by the way your stomach lurched.

The punchline you’d been waiting for.

“Christ,” Steve hissed, face flushed like you’d never seen before and he nearly jumped across the table to smack a hand over the other boy’s mouth. He gave Tommy a look. A warning. Shut up. But it only pushed the other boy to go further.

“Seriously, I got a twenty in my wallet. C’mon Stevie boy, show her how it’s done–“

“Can you tell Nelson I went to the nurse? M’not feeling very good all of a sudden,” you didn’t let Tommy finish and glared at Steve, throat tightening as you tried to push down the emotion welling up in your chest.

You shoved yourself away from the table a little too harshly and the glass beaker clattered against its metal stand as you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“Awh, c’mon! I’m only teasing, sweetheart!” Tommy mock-pleaded, snickering between his words as Carol watched amused and smug from the safety of his lap.

Steve opened his mouth to tell him to shut up, defend you even, but it didn’t matter anymore. You were already gone.

“God, Tommy. You’re such an asshole,” Steve snatched his binder from the table and hurried out the door after you.

You could hear Steve’s shoes slapping against the hallway tile behind you, trying to catch up, but you didn’t slow down. Heart hammering in your chest you tried to suck in deep breaths, tried to calm yourself down, but god you were angry.

“Hey! Just wait!” and Steve’s hand caught yours, hitching your steps and spinning you around to look up at him.

“What?” you hissed, flinging his hand off of yours and hurt flickered in his eyes for a second.

“I just–”

“You just what?” you said again, just as firm, just as plain, waiting for him to cook up some excuse and his lips parted but nothing came out. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. You’re just as bad as he is,” you pointed back down the hall to Tommy. To Carol. All cut from the same fucking cloth. You turned to walk away and Steve grabbed your hand again.

“Please,” he said voice edging on pleading and you spun around, walking right up to him so that your shoes were almost toe-to-toe.

“Twenty bucks? This was all a joke, right? Is that what I am to you? A joke?”

“No! No, I like hanging out with you now that–” but Steve caught his slip up and swallowed the rest of his words, watching as your cheeks burned bright under the bad florescent lighting.

“Now? What the hell does that mean?”

“Well–I just mean that, y-you know, we weren’t really friends before and–”

“God,” you choked out, willing the tears away that were stinging at the corners of your eyes, “Save it, Harrington. Good luck on your stupid test.”

And you didn’t wait, didn’t give him another chance to defend himself, so damn frustrated with yourself for trusting him. For letting him into your room. Letting him listen to you play your guitar and oh my god. For helping him.

Slamming your hands into the cold metal push bar of the exit door you ran out through the quad and slipped in the gravel between the gym and computer lab. Sweater catching on the brick as you slid down the wall to the floor, you buried your head in your hands. Hiding. Trying your best to undo all the delusions you’d dreamed up about Steve being different.

Because no. Steve Harrington was an asshole. Nothing had changed and you were a fool for believing it could.

Somehow you made it through the rest of the day. Passed a pop quiz in math and ate your lunch alone the bathroom. Steve wasn’t in any of your other classes until seventh period, Click’s class, and when you slammed your locker shut you looked down the hallway to see him walking up from the opposite direction.

He looked wrecked. Like he’d been punched and when his eyes met yours you scowled. A deep pinch between your brows, hoping he felt just how angry you were and he couldn’t hold your gaze. Glancing away for a minute confirmed that he was a coward and you took some solace in it, but decided you didn’t want to go to class. You hadn’t missed one yet this year and Click could deal.

You didn’t have a car and as you walked across the parking lot a rumble of thunder growled in the distance. Fantastic. A walk home in the rain sounded great.

Tugging your coat around your frame you felt the air shift, a drop in temperature, and it was slow at first. Little drops here and there. Pattering soft against the pavement as you hurried between the cars, but they got bigger and bigger until another clap of thunder cracked the sky in two and then it poured.

Almost halfway home and you were soaked. Shoes squelching with each step you took. Rain dripping off the hood of your coat and onto your face where it mingled with the tears streaming down your cheeks. Cars sped by you on the road, tires kicking up water as they went loud and wet and you almost didn’t hear one slowing down over the rain until a horn honked.

“Hey! Are you crazy? Get in!”

Squeezing your eyes shut you stopped, rain still dumping down on you and the voice called again.

“C’mon! Please?”

It wasn’t too much further, but it was so damn cold. The rain didn’t show any sign of stopping and you weren’t an idiot, so against your better judgement you turned and hurried back the short distance to the maroon BMW idling on the side of the road and climbed into the passenger seat.

The loud smack of rain on the road was sliced in two as you shut your door, leaving you and the boy in the driver’s seat in silence.

You didn’t look at Steve, instead tangling your hands in your hair to wring out the water onto your lap, but you could see him stealing glances out of the corner of your eye. If you opened your mouth you knew you’d say things you’d regret, knew you’d be too mean with it, so you bit your lips in between your teeth and stared at the tiny grooves and patterns on the dash.

“Silent treatment? Seriously?” Steve finally asked, voice low. Miserable and unsure and it pulled your eyes up to look at him.

He was a sight. Hair stuck wet and messy across his forehead, probably from running out after you into the rain. Drips of water beading along his lashes, the tip of his nose, the line of his jaw. Still so damn pretty even when he was a wreck and the anger in your chest flickered at the how your thoughts betrayed you.

“Yeah. Seriously,” you said matter-of-factly, holding his gaze, making sure he saw just how hurt you were and he loosed a heavy sigh.

“I’m really sorry,” he tried, turning so he could see you a little better and god he did look sorry. You’d honestly never seen anyone look more sorry in your life, but Tommy’s stupid laugh echoed in your head and you screwed your eyes shut.

“That doesn’t fix it, Harrington,” came out wobbly and you swallowed the lump in your throat, pushing yourself forward, he needed to hear it. “You think you’re untouchable, like you run shit, and maybe you do right now, but tell me its worth it. Is it worth it?”

His face shifted, pained, his eyes dropping to the center console as he ran a hand through his wet hair. It wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t as soon as he saw Tommy that morning. Knew it wasn’t when you’d said yes to going out with him. He thought maybe he knew it all along, but couldn't admit it.

“No,” he finally managed, shaking his head, “No. It’s not and I’m really sorry.” When he looked back up at you, you felt like he sucker punched you. Either he was a fantastic actor or he’d meant what he’d just said. No doubt about it and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Please just drive me home,” you said quietly, leaning your head against the window all fogged up from the moisture and wet clinging to your bodies.

“Yeah. Okay,” he agreed and pulled back onto the main road, still stealing glances at you. Checking to see if you were alright. If you needed anything. If you’d listened to him.

He weaved through the puddles in the road, lightening rippling across the sky ahead of you through the windshield and he didn’t push. Didn’t make you talk. Didn’t want answers right away and instead settled into the quiet.

You wished you could go back to how it was before. Go back to seeing Steve in his room across the side yard from yours throwing a tennis ball against he wall. Back to him floating in his pool while you read your book, safely tucked away in your room. Back to walking past him in the hallway at school and saying nothing, but you knew you couldn’t now. Knew things had changed and you wondered at it. What would it be now?

Looking out the window you realized you’d missed the turn at the hospital down your road and were off toward the Steel Mill now.

“Harrington, this isn’t our street,” you grumbled, fixing him with a look as he pulled off into a driveway you didn’t recognize and threw the BMW into park.

“I know, I know. I just gotta check something really quick. I promise, like, five minutes and then I’ll take you home. Okay?” he gave you an apologetic look, a real one and you groaned, but relented. Shaking your head and leaning back against the window.

“Whatever, just hurry up,” you muttered and he nodded.

“I promise,” he said again before popping the trunk and hopping out of the car into the rain.

You didn’t know whose house this was, but you’d recognized Barb’s place on the way and there was a bike tossed against the garage that you knew you’d seen before. The curly-haired kid with the walkie talkie?

Catching Steve in the rearview mirror you saw him grab something from the trunk before slamming it shut and as he ran up the walk a flash of lightening caught silver. Lit up what it was he had held tight in his hands.

The bat. Full of nails. And when he wrenched the front door open you caught strings of Christmas lights, but it wasn’t even Thanksgiving yet. What the hell was going on?

Crawling over into the driver’s seat you unrolled the window, feeling a little braver, a little bolder, and strained your ears to see if you could hear anything. Hear why the hell Steve Harrington needed a bat full of nails or why someone put Christmas lights up this early and for a minute it was quiet. Normal. Not unusual.

Until you saw it.

The colored lights in the windows started to flicker erratically. Flashing and blinking and stuttering against the paned glass and your brow furrowed. Power outage? But then a high pitched screech pierced the air and you jumped in your seat. Not human. Not animal. Something else and goosebumps trailed up your arms. And then a yell, this one human, and your stomach lurched.

“Oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit!”

Steve.

“Jesus, gimme the bat! The bat!”

You didn’t know what was going on, but something was horribly wrong and mad him or not, fuck if you were gonna sit around and wait. Fingers wet and slipping against he handle on the car door you flung it open and sprinted through the mud and the rain toward the house.

He might’ve been an asshole, but said it himself, Steve Harrington was shit in a fist fight and lucky for him you had a hell of a swing.

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[newtdrawz]

Outsider HC's but they're mainly about Ponyboy,, cuz he is my fav,,

Most of these are just Pony interacting with the gang and his brothers 😭 are they gonna be OOC? Probably. Do I care? No. Am I right abt all of these? Yes. (No.)

ALSO alot of them are post-main story/mention Dally and Johnny's death a lot cuz I am unable to let my favs be happy 🫶 (! None of these are ships btw,, they're all platonic and stuff lol)

Anyways,,

Ponyboy & Johnny

Johnny and Pony regularly have conversations quietly around the gang, most of the time they have a whole conversation with just a couple looks and jerks of their head. They both seem to get what they're saying while the rest of the gang is completely lost on what they're saying/talking about.

Pony is the only one who calls Johnny, J as a nickname.

"We're not scared because monsters don't live here." Was a sentence said many, many time in the abandoned church.

Pony and Johnny can lie pretty well, but when they have to lie together they suck.

Ponyboy & Dally (ft. Johnny)

After Johnny and Dally died Pony stopped drawing and reading or writing for awhile. He picked it up again and his sketchbook is full of doodles and sketches of Johnny and Dally.

Dally has a soft spot for only Johnny and Pony. It takes a lot for him to get soft with the rest of the gang. He's still mean and tough but more just teasing with Johnny and Pony.

Before the fire Pony would read out loud all the time while Johnny would just sit and listen, sometimes Dally would listen too but interrupt with questions and criticizing the characters. Now that they're both gone, Pony will sometimes read out loud on his own, pretending that both Johnny and Dally are there listening.

Dally is very supportive of Ponys hobby in art. He's usually the one who catches him sketching or painting and just watches until Pony is either finished or notices he's being watched. Dally always nods in greeting and says "keep it up, kid." Or "nice job, kid." But Dally will brag to his other buddies that aren't the gang about how talented the kid is. ("Nah man, the kid draws from memory. He drew this one picture of his big brother, yeah the big big one, looked exactly like him. Like a photograph almost. Kids real talented.")

Ponyboy & Steve

Steve says he can't stand Pony and is mean to him, but Steve is very high on the list of people who care about Pony. He's the most frantic (mostly angry) one next to Soda when Pony got jumped. He secretly cares about him a whole lot, like he's his own brother.

Steve will give Pony rides to places or offer rides time to time. (He only does it if Pony's gone awhile without annoying him lol)

Steve (and Soda, but surprisingly it was Steve's idea) took Pony to his first drag race. He definitely should have not been there.

Ponyboy & Two-bit

Two-bit and Steve started sitting in and listening to Pony read, they're not Johnny and Dally but Pony appreciates it nonetheless.

Two-bit was actually so obsessed with toddler Ponyboy, he always insisted on bringing him with the gang and letting him in on games, he always wanted a little brother. He loved how easy Pony was to entertain and make laugh.

Two-bit was the only one who didn't think twice about Pony and Soda's names.

Two-bit sometimes steals art supplies for Pony.

Ponyboy & Sodapop

When Pony would visit the DX Soda would walk him through fixing a car and even let him help out on small stuff. Even Steve would help too.

He'll leave notes everywhere for Pony and Darry and sometimes the gang. They're either dumb jokes or funny little drawings.

Soda gets very excited when Pony asks him anything abt cars, he'll talk for hours abt them.

Soda was so obsessed with Pony when he was born, all he wanted to do was hold him and hang out with him. He would brag to Darry that he's not the only big brother now lol.

Ponyboy & Darry (I'm so obsessed with their dynamic & their growth)

"Dang it Ponyboy you're giving me gray hairs at 20!" Is a regular sentence said at the Curtis residence.

Darry always tells the other guys to be careful with Pony when they're rough housing. Pony thinks it's cuz he doesn't want them to break anything in the house, Darry just doesn't want Pony to get hurt.

Toddler Pony would follow Darry and Soda/the gang everywhere but mainly Darry. If Darry was doing homework in his room then boom Pony would be in there quietly playing or sleeping on Darry's bed.

Darry regularly cuts Soda, Pony and his own hair. They don't have the privilege of going somewhere to do it so Darry just does it and he does surprisingly well. It's a whole day activity.

The night after Dally and Johnny died Pony had trouble sleeping, even though soda was there. The first person he went to for comfort was Darry. Darry was in the kitchen cleaning, trying to distract himself when Pony walked in. Darry held him in his arms the rest of the night.

On the first father's day without their parents Pony makes a card with a drawing of him and Darry on it and leaves it on the kitchen table for him because he's embarrassed. Darry keeps it forever. (He did get very emotional over it but not infront of anybody. When he got home he hugged Pony, smiled and walked away. Those actions spoke a thousand words between the two and Pony knew he said thanks.)

That's all 🥹 (for now 😦)

I will be doing more of these 🙏 I wanna try to do individual characters cuz ik some here didn't have a lot as well as ALL of these being pony centric and I love them all lol

OH ALSO feel free to add on to these (or ask me about them) or add your own HC's cuz I love outsider headcanons ❤️

Also can you tell I love when Dally and Steve are nice to pony lol? Love it. Love the idea that Steve actually cares abt him and shows it sometimes or Dally caring just as much abt him. THEY ARE ALL A HUGE FAMILY YOUR HONOR 🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️ I'm also so obsessed with Darry and Pony,,, they are so,,, complicated sibling relationships get me everytime

Are some of these good? Probably not. Do they make sense timeline and story wise? No and idc. Am I so normal about them? Yes. Most of these are based of fanfic versions of them anyways so yeah

[alwaysteveswife]

Crazy for you | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: I apologize for my inactivity 🥲 I have no excuse, I've just been procrastinating as much as I can because I'm going back to school soon 🙂.

After days of being terrorized by Vecna, the group of older teens decides to confront him once and for all, even if their lives are in danger.

Warnings: Angst, Y/N being sensitive about her relationship with Steve, insecurity, Steve being half a jerk and preferring Nancy over his girlfriend, narrated in first person.

Words: 2,419

"Okay, so me, Robin and Steve will go attack Vecna while he's with Max, and you three" Nancy points at me, Dustin and Eddie "You'll be the distraction".

"The bait, you mean" I cross my arms, frowning, "Don't you think it's a bad idea? Just look at us! None of us could fight those bats" I sighed, crossing my arms. "We barely made it out of there alive last time".

"Don't worry, it's impossible for things to go wrong, we know how to attack now" Steve took my hand, stroking it to calm me down.

"How can you be so sure of that, are you blind? The three of us can't fight off a flock of killer bats!" I pulled his hand away angrily.

"Y/N..."

"No! Don't try to convince me!" I left the trailer and slammed the door shut, hurrying to the forest, wiping away my tears.

Now a bit away from the others, I sat down on a log and began to cry, letting out everything I had been holding in this past week.

"Y/N" Steve stopped in front of me, looking at me sympathetically. He knelt down and made me lift my face to look at him, "Look, I know these last few days have been hard for you, for everyone, but you have to understand that we don't have a choice".

"re you serious?" I gritted my teeth, holding back the urge to yell at Steve. "Steve, that.... Nancy wants to use us as bait, she wants to see us die, don't you get it? Do you really think music is going to save us? This isn't a stupid musical, and you know it".

He sighed, pulling his hair back.  He took my hands and kissed my forehead. As if that would change my mind.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? Eddie and Dustin will be there with you".

"But I don't want to be with them, I want to be with you" I wiped away the tears, they were coming back. "We're supposed to be a team, Steve. I... I don't like the way things are between us".

He opened his eyes, surprised. I could see the fear in his eyes, he stood up, looking down at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't know if I'm capable of going through with this" I looked down at my hands, unable to look him in the face. "I love you, Steve. I love you very much".

"Then why?" I heard his voice break. He was starting to cry.

"Why is that? Oh, I don't know, maybe because you spend all your time with your ex lately, even though you know she has a boyfriend, and to make matters worse, she's flirting with you" I replied in a sarcastic tone, taking away any feelings of sympathy for him.

"Sometimes it seriously amazes me how childish you can be".

In another situation I would have taken the comment as a joke, but not in this one. I stood up, watching as he had begun to frown in anger.

"Childish? Do you really think I'm childish? Do you want me to remind you of what you've done this week with her?" I had started breathing hard, and to make matters worse, my chest hurt like hell itself. "All this week I've been trying to ignore how she hints at you, hints that I know you pick up on!" I pressed my index finger to his chest angrily, "Damn it, Steve, all I asked you to do during this mess was to stay with me" I'd started crying for real, I could swear even the guys could hear me. "This could have been our last night alive, and you preferred to spend it with Nancy".

"She was lonely..."

"I was lonely too! I felt lonely, and stupid, and horrible" this time I clenched my fist, pounding it hard on my chest "I'm your girlfriend! I should be your priority between the two of us, and every time you've preferred her it breaks a part of me" I hit him again, screaming loudly-. I know I'm not as pretty as her, and I'm not as smart, or funny, or anything, but you said you loved me, and I... I believed you" I relaxed my hand, passing it over my head "I believed you..."

"Y/N..." He took my hands again, and for a moment I could have sworn he was shaking. "Listen".

"Don't touch me" I pushed him hard, "Don't talk to me, don't even dare to look at me" I took a breath, pushing past him to get back to the trailer. "If anything happens tomorrow... if this really ends up being our last day, I hope you remember that I warned you, Harrington".

After that fight I could hardly sleep. I stayed outside, watching the night sky, listening to Dustin's light snoring. I could also notice Steve watching me from the doorway, but I preferred to pretend not to notice, I didn't have the courage to face him again, I knew I would fall for his charms.

When it was time to start the plan, everyone had their weapons and suits ready. Eddie and Dustin were serious about the band. We moved to the other side, first was Steve, who helped by putting a mattress on the floor and help.

I refused, I had legs and arms, I could get up from a simple mattress.

"Okay, remember, no one can get out of the plan, okay? "

Steve approached us, he had the spiked bat in his right hand, and was carrying a large bag in his left arm.

"Remember, you're just going to be the distraction, after that you run to the van and go home. No heroics, okay?"

"Easy, Steve, we're not heroes" Eddie smiled, wrapping his arms around Dustin's shoulders and winking at me.

"Hey" He walked over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I thought I made things clear yesterday" I pushed his hand away, nodding my head, "Nancy is calling you, you should go with her, unless you want to ruin her much loved plan" I turned around, grabbing the mic and walking with the guys to set things up.

We had the whole van covered with tights and boards, so we were sure that no flying bats could attack us. The three of us stood on top of it, Eddie plugged in his guitar and my mic, Dustin set up the amps, and the show started.

I could have sworn it was the longest minute of my life. I knew the words by heart, but there were still times when I almost ruined the song out of nerves.

When they were close to us, we jumped out and into the van, ready to jump into the other side. Our plan had everything to be perfect, except for one thing. The fans. Those things would fit through them, and we found out the hard way. Eddie was shooing them away with his spiked shield, I was just pushing Dustin up the rope so he could cross to the other side.

Then, for a second, I noticed how Eddie was determined to stay to fight, and I was determined to stay with him to help him. To defend Steve.

"Sorry, Dustin" I took a knife and cut the sheets, throwing the mattress to the side to keep him from crossing. I looked at Eddie and he nodded. We were ready to do our part. Be the bait.

We ran outside and hopped on a bike, me on the seat and Eddie up. I could tell he was driving with all his might, but it wasn't enough, they were catching up to us. I closed my eyes, knowing it would soon be the end of us, praying that at least there would be no more dead besides the two of us.

When I opened them again, I was floating in the air and crashing to the ground. Eddie had crashed the bike. We both got up to start running, but a few steps beyond where we fell, he turned and raised his spear, ready to strike.

"Eddie, what are you doing!" I shouted in desperation, watching those things approaching faster and faster.

"Stop being a coward!" He struck a fighting pose, ready to fight those beasts.

I tightened my grip on the spear in my hand. I couldn't leave him there. I couldn't abandon him and let Alex lose another important person. I ran to his side, ready for my end.

"We're in this together, Munson".

He smiled at me, nodding. In less than a second, everything around us went black, and a blizzard nearly tripped me. They were flying very hard. We started fighting, punching and burying knives anywhere we could.

We had managed to bring a few down, but there were more of them than us, and they were stronger. In less time than we thought, we both ended up on the ground, being bat food.

I don't think I had ever screamed so much in my life. I could feel them tearing at my skin and eating my body. For a brief moment I could even make out how one of them pulled out a large chunk of meat. I turned to look at Eddie, he was still struggling from the ground, he was doing much better than me.

When I had no more hope of staying alive, the bats fell to the ground like autumn leaves, lifeless. Eddie was a few feet away from me.  He was breathing hard, but he was still laughing, he made it, he survived.

"Y/N, Eddie!" Dustin came limping toward us. He was crying.

"Dustin, we did it!" Eddie got up with Dustin's help, celebrating. "We did it!" He stopped when he saw me on the floor. I knew I couldn't save myself from this one.

"Y/N!" Dustin left Eddie and came over to me as fast as he could. "Holy shit!"

"Does it look that bad?" I tried to smile, but even the thought of it made my whole body ache.

"No! We're going to get you fixed up, we're going to go home, and we'll call a hospital, and you'll be fine" He started to cry even more, caressing my face.

"Dustin, I can't move" I said with difficulty, closing my eyes from exhaustion.

Eddie offered to carry me in his arms, and we stayed in the van, sitting on Eddie's couch. We planned to wait for the others to cross, we couldn't do it alone, not in these conditions.

Dustin and Eddie spent the next few minutes trying to keep me awake and one hundred percent awake. I felt myself losing more and more blood with each passing second. My strength was draining away. I couldn't hold on much longer.

"We won, guys, we won!" Robin came in cheerfully, behind her came the others. They were all happy.

Dustin looked at them, still crying. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but only sobs came out.

The others looked at each other worriedly, approaching him to ask what happened. I guessed it was so dark they couldn't see all the blood I haved lost.

"Don't cry... Dustin" I realized my voice was barely audible. "You said it... remember? We're going to... go home and... call a hospital".

Dustin turned away, unable to see me. The others remained static, and Eddie just hugged me releasing a couple of tears that fell on my shoulders.

"Why... those faces? We won" I smiled, trying to keep from showing how much it hurt to talk.

"We did it, Y/N, we won" Robin came up to me, crying. She took my hand and looked at Eddie, who just shook his head.

I looked at Steve, who had sat on the floor in front of me, he kissed my forehead and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"You did great, honey".

I smiled, closing my eyes. The pain had begun to subside, and my body felt lighter.

"Remember what we talked about in... the trailer?" I started coughing loudly, feeling a thick liquid come out of my mouth. Eddie's grip tightened, as did Dustin's crying.

"The Harrington family?"

"Yes" My breathing began to slow, my eyelids felt heavier, I was sleepy. "About the... six mini Harringtons" I laughed as best I could, imagining what it would be like to have six Steve's running around the house. Robin and Dustin would take care of them.

I heard him let out a sort of laugh combined with a sob. I always loved his laugh, I felt complete when I could make him laugh at a difficult time for him.

"And we would go to California, to a beach" I felt his hand caress my cheek with great care. "The eight of us would watch the sunset, you'd be taking pictures of the scenery, and I'd scold the kids for going too far away".

I nodded, starting to feel a chill run through my body.

"And on the way we would play 'Crazy for you' by Madonna, do you remember the lyrics?"

"Of course I do" he waited a few seconds before he started singing softly, "Swaying room as the music starts..."

"Strangers making the most of the dark..." I used all my strength to open my eyes to look at him. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I really love you, Steve".

He shook his head, still crying.

"I'm sorry, you were right, about everything" He looked at the floor, and I closed my eyes again "Allyson, I..."

And then everything went black. I couldn't hear anything, all the pain I felt before was completely gone. And that's when I realized it was the end of me.

The price to pay for winning the final battle.

Masterlist

[hoony-parker]

Okay so I have a Steve Harrington request. I am still obsessed with Season 2 era Steve so could you do one where the reader was there for the whole Billy and Steve fight? Like maybe she stepped in between Lucas and Billy and Billy made a comment about her or hit her or something and that causes Steve to start throwing punches? I know this is long and I apologize but if you could do this, that would be so cool!

notes: aaaaaa thank you for this!! <3. and, yeah, i'm still obsessed with season 2 steve, too. and i made a loooong intro. i apologize. just wanted to get the reader x steve relationship a little straighter than in the last imagine before going straight to the point. i also changed it a bit cuz i was already working on it when i reread the request, and i was almost done. i hope you don't mind. hope you enjoy <3

p.s.: i made a mayfield!reader cuz why the heck not?

warnings: description of blood, injuries, swearing and b*lly insulting reader

pairing: steve harrington x fem!mayfield!reader

w/c: 2.6k (it's a long one heh)

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if you didn't think moving to hawkins was a bad idea before, you definitely did now.

now, after meeting a group of little kids that fought some things called demogorgons, when you had only wanted to babysit your little sister peacefully and and watch a movie with her and maybe, if you were feeling bold, buy a pizza and some snacks.

you had seen your mom less and less ever since you moved to indiana and, not feeling okay with leaving max alone at home with both your step dad and billy, you thought that looking after your sister yourself was the safest option.

she loved you, of course. you've become closer once your mother decided to marry that douchebag of a man and forced you two into a new family. you had thought you would love it— to have a family again.

it was a shame to find out your family was now built out of an alcoholic, useless man and his abusive, narcissist son.

and, when you seem to see less and less of your little sister, too, you couldn't help but talk to her, explain your worries to her. max couldn't stop herself from feeling guilt consume her. not after even thinking that leaving you alone with billy or his father at home was a good idea. yes, you were older than her, and yes, you could take care of yourself pretty well. that didn't change the fact that you didn't feel safe at your own home anymore.

so, she'd eventually let you go with her and her friends, kind of taking advantage of your driving privileges, as well. you had been inevitably dragged into the whole upside down mess, too.

you'd find yourself doubting what's real and where the nightmares begin. a child being possessed by a giant mind controller from a parallel word beneath yours? monsters with dog bodies but heads that opened to reveal endless rows of teeth?

that's where steve came in. the previous king of hawkins high had seemingly changed after his traumatic break up with nancy wheeler, the school's good girl. sometime in between all the mess, he'd been dragged into the group, too. and, being one of the only older ones, he forced himself to protect those kids at all costs, which also inclueded you, no matter if you were his same fucking age.

having him near gave you some sort of stability, either way. you hadn't had the honour to meet 'king steve' properly, as you had come to hawkins just in time to see the end of his reign. however, you were glad to have this version of him beside you. if the other one was a jerk, you didn't want to find out.

you had also become fond of the kids. seeing max make friends so easily, when it had been a big struggle in the past, brought you comfort. and, if you needed to do everything in your power to make sure those kids were safe so they could keep making your little sister happy, you'd do anything.

max wasn't stupid, either. she had her suspicions about your sudden closeness to the harrington boy. she had always been protective of you, too— feeling the need of keeping the one thing that brought stability to her life safe, she hadn't been keen on the fact that the former hawkins heartbreaker was a little too close to her older sister.

but, after sharing her concerns with her new friends, dustin was the first one to say that he looked up to steve, and was sure he had changed. he was good, now. better than any other older kid dustin had met, as he was slowly earning the role as dustin's older brother— not that he would share that secret with any of you.

for now, the plan was going great. smoothly enough. you were hiding in joyce's house, eleven appeared, and everything was fine. for now, that is.

you heard the sounds of a car outside, quickly making its way to the front of the house, and you and max simultaniously made your way to the window. "shit," you muttered, turning to the redheaded girl. "that's billy," you told her, to which she nodded. "he can't see us. he'll kill me," she said to lucas, then looked at you. "kill us."

steve stood still for a second, seemingly thinking of what to do, before he quickly trotted to the door, catching your attention. "steve?" you called nerviously. "steve, where are you going?"

he put a hand on the doorknob, turning to you and signalling with his palm for you to stop from coming any closer to him. "just— stay here, okay?" he demanded sternly.

before you could ask him for an explanation, he was out of the door.

you turned to the kids, who where all four of them looking out the window. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" you asked hurriedly, placing a hand on lucas' shoulder. "get away from the window, he'll see you."

"he won't," dustin answered, not even sparing you a look.

you stood a few feet behind, still able to watch what was happening outside, yet far enough to stay away from billy's gaze if he did look your way. "kids, please. stay away from the window," you asked again.

"shh," lucas shushed you, waving you off with his eyes still focused on steve and billy's conversation, deaf to your ears but clear to your eyes.

max turned to you shortly, giving you a hesitant, apologetic smile and turned back.

it wasn't until you saw billy slightly turn his head towards the window, pointing to it with his cigarette, smoke coming out of his mouth as he muttered some words to steve that the kids whipped around to you, ducking down and away from the window. "shit! did he see us?" asked dustin and you gasped, walking backwards until you turned and hid behind the wall.

"shit, steve," you squeezed your eyes shut, catching a glimpse of his body layed on the floor and hilding his stomach in pain.

rushing to the front door to hopefully assist your friend, you jumped back with a gasp when it flew open and you were met with billy, gaze angry and threatening, and the dark in his eyes made your heart sink. he slammed the door shut.

"well, well, well," he said, the silence in his words far from kind, and rather terrifying. billy tilted his head down to meet your eyes, his jaw clenching and the dominating steps he took towards you made you walk bachwards in fear, stumbling over your own feet.

you could see his nostrils flaring from anger, his mood not far from his usual self. even so, having his anger directed to you made your hands shake and breathing accelerate.

the kids where behind you and, when you walked back enough to meet their figures, you opened your arms to keep them behind you, safe. billy looked up, whole demeanor changing when he caught sight of lucas and he harshly pushed you aside to get to him, and your side met with the top of the table, its surface harshly and mercilessly attacking your ribs.

you groaned when you hit the floor, slumped close to the door and you forced yourself up by your elbows, one of your hands caressing the sore skin. "lucas sinclair. what a surprise," he smiled sarcastically, taking more quick steps to them. they didn't move. billy turned to your sister, "i thought i told you to stay away from him, max," he scolded, towering over the shorter girl.

he made a quick turn, walking back to you and crouching down to be closer to your level, one hand on his knee to support his weight, and he pointed an accusative finger to you. "and i thought i told you to keep an eye on her," he greeted through his teeth.

"i'm not a child, billy. i'm not gonna follow your little rules," you spat, sitting up and wincing at the sharp pain on your ribs. you saw his jaw clench again, and waited for a blow, slipping your bottom lip between your teeth. "billy, go away," max said, tone harsh and stern.

you looked at her. her eyes were filled with panic, and her feet almost twitching with want to run and help you up. her hands shook in fear, and that's what kept her in place. billy stood up, walked himself to the middle point between you and your sister and looked at max and back to you. "you disobeyed me," he breathed.

your blood ran cold, "and you know what happens when you disobey me."

"billy..." you called, a simple and weak warning for him to go. he groweled. "i break things," he grabbed lucas by his shirt, lifting him up and walking until the boy's body was met with one of the shelves. you tried to get up. you struggled, groaned and shook when you tried to get yourself up, all the strength you were using useless as the pain forced you back down.

the kids were shouting, begging and pleading for him to stop, only for their requests to get ignored by your step brother.

the door opened behind you, the sound deaf and overlapped by the rest of the loud noise in the room. "hey, hey, are you okay?" the voice asked, and you turned your head to meet steve's figure, crouching down with a slight wince to place his hands under your armpits and help you sit up. you winced. "billy," you said, "help the kids." he looked hesitant for a second. you rolled your eyes, "i'll be fine, harrington. get that psycho away from the children," steve got the order and carefully placed you closer to the wall so you could lean your back on it.

you watched him walk to him, just in time before he could lay a hand on lucas, who had previously kneed him in his lower region. "you're so dead, sinclair! you're dead," billy yelled, looking at lucas straight in the eye.

meanwhile, you placed a hand to the wall behind you, carefully and slowly lifting yourself up from the floor, groans and small cries falling from your lips, and you silenced them by pursing your lips together. when you successfully did so, you rest your back on it and closed your eyes, tilting your head back to catch your breath.

you opened them seconds later, immediately catching max' concerned look. you just smiled, winking at her. the action made her shoulders slump, and she gave you her best smile back.

"no. you are."

steve threw a punch his way and the kids shut up immediately, the only sound being the grunt that came out of billy, crouched down and his face turned to the side, consequence from the force of the blow.

billy laughed manically, getting up and raising his hands up in the air while looking at steve. "looks like you've got some fire in you after all, huh?" his nose was bleeding, and his words even sounded a bit slurry. like steve's punch had dumbed him out.

"i've been waiting to meet this 'king steve' everybody's been telling me so much about," he walked closer.

with the strength you had left, you limped your way to steve, and he ducked when he saw billy lean back to make the punch more powerful. you leaned against a chair, grabbing your side. the kids were cheering for steve.

"hey, billy!" you called loudly, and he turned to you.

steve looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide and pleading when he met yours. you walked towards billy, steps large and demanding, until your chest almost touched his.

he still looked down at you, his gaze naturally angry and dominating. this time, you didn't care. "cut your crap, and get the hell out of this fuckin' house," you gritted.

billy laughed sarcastically, looking at steve and back to you. "d-don't—" he pointed to the two of you. "don't tell me you two are a thing," he pouts, then smiles, faking excitement. "you and harrington? really, y/n? wow," he laughed again, then turned to steve "everyone told me so much about king steve. was actually lookin' forward to meetin'' the dude, you know? how 'successful' he was with the ladies, how he was a real player. and, still, harrington, still you can't control your whore?"

at this, steve threw another punch at him, then another, and another. billy had to lean on the kitchen counter, where he grabbed one of the plates and smashed it to steve's head, and he bent over in pain and grabbed his head.

billy didn't bother to wipe the blood in his face away. he stomped towards steve and punched him again. "no one tells me what to do," he yelled, punching him once more, until the brunette fell to the floor across the room, defeated and pained. "whoo, come on. get up," billy said, gesturing with his hands and then wiped the sweat on his forehead, grabbing steve by his shirt and throwing fist after fist to his face with no end.

you ran to him from behind, fisting his shirt and trying to pull him away from steve, who laid on the floor, taking the hits, not even bothering to defend himself any longer. you pleaded billy to let go, crying while you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to you in hopes he'd finally leave steve alone. he didn't budge.

max, in te distance, watched in horror the scene unravel before her eyes and turned to the deskk at her left, catching the sight of one of the syringe, already filled with a tranquilizer in case you needed to use it on will. she grabbed it. "y/n!"

you turned to her. she simply gestured to the object in her hands, and you quickly let go of billy to get ready to catch it. she threw it to you, the needle successfully falling into your hands, and you rapidly turned around, injecting the syringe into billy's neck and pressing the top to let the liquid enter his body.

jumping back and on your feet, you watched as billy stopped, one hand slowly going to his neck, touching the object and taking a hold on it, wincing when he took the needle out. he stood up, turning to you with the syringe in hand. "what the hell is this?" he asked dumbly, voice already slurred from the chemical running through his system. he walked towards you, and you walked backwards with slow steps, anticipating his next moves.

"you little shit, what did you do?" he slurred, stumbling and eyes closing uncoordinated. "what did you do?" he fell to the floor on his back, and you jumped in surprise. when the first shock passed, you looked at steve and immediately went to him. you crouched down, turning him on his back on laying his head on your lap with careful touches. "hey," you whispered. he let out a grunt, and you shushed him. "shh, you're okay. you really outdid yourself out there, huh, harrington?" you laughed weakly, and his head just bobbed a little, trying to pay attention to you, but the unconsciousness was winning the battle.

one hand went to his forehead, tucking the bloody strands away from his sight, and you smiled when you heard him hum in affection.

"i'll take care of you, steve. rest for a while," you assured him.

"you'll be okay."

[persage]

DIFFERENT - S. HARRINGTON

Summary: When you and Steve Harrington find yourself partners on a school project, you quickly realize that maybe he's not the jerk you thought. But that's not enough for you to let go of your fears.

Words Count: 2.5k

Tags: Mostly Fluff. Jealous!Buckley Reader x Insicure Steve Harrington. Family Trauma. Set Before S1.

After a huge writer block, here I am again hope you like it!

3 weeks ago

"Here we are" When you reach the Harrington residence, it's as big and rich as you've always imagined. Steve throws the door open and sets his keys on the table while he watches your eyes drift around the house as you walk further inside. He gestures to the stairs and when you walk in his room you are impressed by the lack of object, photos and posters: it's so simple and plain that it doesn't even feel like someone's room, least of all Steve Harrington. Also you notice that there are no pictures of him in the house, not even family pictures, just an old photo of his parent's wedding where they don't even smile and you know you must not jump to conclusions but you can't help but find it sad. 

Steve feels suddenly nervous, it's not the first time he has a girl in his room of course, but the way you study the space around you, as if you really care, is something new for him. It's oddly intimate, even if he feels like you don't like him at all and you he's an idiot and -also- you are here only cause you have to work on a project.

"My parents won't be home till late so we've got the place to ourselves," He says to distract himself from the fact that y/n Buckley, Carol's Perkins's cute childhood friend, is standing right here in his room. The silence puts him on edge so he keeps talking. "Good thing my parents aren't here to be honest."  

He notices your confused - and maybe even a little disgusted- face.

"Oh don't get me wrong it's just that they are so loud, they scream so much, it's annoying." He sees your face fall, pity written all over your expression. Why doesn't he know when to shut the fuck up? Why did he tell you something so personal? You smile at him, trying to hide the embarrassment and gesture to the bed.

" Can I?" You ask. He nods and he thinks that for some reason it's nice to have you here, within the walls of his room.

"I like your room." You say. "Except for the wallpaper"

He laughs "It’s the only thing I actually chose actually. You know, my mom is obsessed with this house, no pictures, no posters, no paintings. Especially not chosen by me. I ruin everything apparently."

"And she lets you keep this horrible wallpaper? Absurd" He smiles. "You know, I've always wanted a Tears For Fears's poster"

"That's better Harrington."

Present Day

You are chatting with Carol in front of your locker though you are not really listening to her, it's same old story: something about dumping a boy or shit like that. You don't want to be a bad friend, but with Carol it's getting more and more difficult to maintain a good relationship. Being one of the cool kid has gone to her head and sometimes you've got the feeling you're losing her for real. 

"And I said no,  I mean,  he has to fight for me... "

You spot him at the end of the corridor, he's coming towards you. Brown eyes, perfect hair and a big smile on his stupidly handsome face.  You roll your eyes, trying to sound more annoyed than you actually are. "Please, not again. "

"What?" Carol turns and see him. "Oh..." She bits her lip as Steve Harrington passes by and winks at you. "Hi Carol, hi y/n"  He stops,  looking at you "You're really beautiful today"

You lift your eyebrow. "I always am,  Harrington" You fake a smile,  taking Carol's hand and carrying her away towards  the cafeteria, before he can add anything You hate the fact that he’s a completely different person in school than he is in private, that he’s so cheeky and stupid, like he always needs to prove something to people.

"I don't understand why you keep rejecting him, he's hot and he seems really into you" Carols comments, struggling  behind you.  "He's an idiot" You reply.  Liar.

"Well, he is my friend and he' s cool guy". 

You shake your head. You don't wanna tell her the truth, 'cause even if Carol has been your friend since you were three years old you don't really recognize  the sweet girl you've known anymore, and you don't trust  her with your secrets. You can't tell her how you have grown to like Harrington, to care about him, cause the person you've feelings for its completely different from the one she knows.

"You're becoming so boring y/n"

**

"What are you staring at?"Steve asks, laughing as he throws you a pillow.

You throw it back at him, flushing as you look away, "Nothing."

"You looked like you were spacing out."

"I was."

"About what?"

Shit. You certainly can't tell him what you are really thinking. He's cute. And smart in his own way.

He is gentle, attentive to your needs: that you are warm but not too much, that you are comfortable, that you don't take the burden of the work only on your shoulders even if you are better and faster than him. He's even bought your favorite cookies and you don’t even remember telling him how much you like them. He's a total surprise, like a ray of sun in the clouds.

"I was thinking about our project, maybe we should change something." You say

"You're a bad liar. It's already perfect, you have thought about every detail." Steve looks at you like he knows and it makes your hear jump in you chest. What is happening to you?

"Focus on studying Harrington! You are the worst project partner ever."

"But you are the best y/n" He replies, seriously, moving to be near you. "I'm glad you are here" Although you  try to pay attention to what he is saying, you can't help but be distracted by the way he tucks your hair behind your ears. You want to say something clever, or even sweet, to tell him that he is different from the guy he appears at school. Before you can, there's a ring on the doorbell. "Oh, that must be the pizza"

"You've ordered pizza?" You ask, speechless.

"Only for you, partner"

**

Eyeing him as he sits across the cafeteria with Tommy and other friends, you can't help but think how Steve Harrington shines like nobody else in this room and you hate yourself for such a silly thought. Carol has just finished telling Tina about your exchange with Steve this morning.

"I don't understand you y/n" Tina says.

"I mean... He is a well famous knob, I don't wanna be just another name on his list."  You reply gazing at him as he laughs at something. That's the fact: you hate Steve Harrington cause he is not an asshole, not at all. He is kind, careful, nice and sensitive and a whole amount of adjectives that you wouldnt have attributed to him if you haven't find yourself spending so much with him for the stupid literature project.

Still in front of the rest of the world he changes completely, no more a good guy just another douchebag.

"Yes but, you know I've slept with him and he's... So. Good. " Tina winks at you.

Steve caughts your gaze and smiles at you before you can tear your eyes away from him muttering an "I don't  care, Tina." Blushing.

In spite of everything in his eyes, in his smile, you don't see the person he pretends to be. Also you know perfectly well that If you allow yourself to give in to his compliments and jokes, you will find yourself heartbroken.

Oh how you wish to be touched by those hands

"If you don't care then I'll go out with him" Tina states, drinking her coke. "He's asked me out a week ago"

And that's it, the final crack in your heart. "You go girl" You reply casually, playing perfectly your part.

**

By now Harrington's house is familiar to you, you know the smell and the sounds, the floor creaking in some places, the lights that occasionally jump, the garden. You know how Steve drops himself on the bed and how he sits at his desk, but you’re still nervous at the door. And you realize there’s still a million things you need to know about him, about his childhood and his family, and you’re shocked because you care, you care about everything that it's his, actually. You’re afraid you made a mistake, while waiting for him to open up and holding a poster and a vinyl that maybe you shouldn’t have bought. Maybe you’ll make him fight with his parents . "They are strict" He has said once, without adding any details, leaving you with bad sensation. The way his gaze darkned, which lasted only an instant, made you think the situation must be worse than you have imagined. Maybe for this stupid poster, you’ll get him in trouble, but when you have walked past the music store you saw it, you have thought of him as a child, the most innocent creature on earth. He wanted a poster, and you have got him. The Vinyl, that’s an extra. When he opens the door you don’t even realize it, lost in your thoughts.

"Oh y/n, sorry I expected to see you later. I'm still cleaning up." Steve says, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Excuse me, it’s... I haven't realized, you know... timing."

Lie, the truth that you couldn’t wait to see him. His big dark eyes are on you, he smiles as lets them slide on the objects you hold in your arms. "What do you have there? Things for the project? " He question, leaning towards you to peek. You walk away, laughing. "Why don't you let me in first?" He steps aside. "Sorry again for the mess" But there’s nothing more than a few out-of-place items to say the least. "When my parents are out, I always leave a mess."

"It is more tidy than my house, imagine... My sister Robin is a disaster and I am not less."

"I didn’t even know you had a sister. How much more do I have to find out about you?"

"I’m a mysterious girl Harrington," you chuckle, but he stays serious as he watches you carefully. "You are." You clear your throat. "Let’s start solving the first mystery." You hand him the vinyl and he his mouth, surprised and happy.

"Oh my god y/n, but...." He stutters something meaningless, a mixture of agitated and festive verses. The truth is that for years no one has given him a spontaneous gift, even his parents, and when it happens that a gift is given to him on his birthday or for some occasion it is never something that is really for him. They are anonymous gifts, made without thinking about him, without taking into account what he wants or likes, without knowing him. He doesn’t care about something expensive, no, Steve loves small gestures.

He loves your small gestures.

"There is more" You open the poster in front of your body so that he can see it well and Harrington’s expression is priceless, he looks like a child on Christmas Day.

"I can’t believe it" He whispers. He gently grabs the poster from your hands, incredulous and you notice a slight flicker. With a quick gesture he rests it on the sofa next to you and now there are you hips hin his hands and Steve Harrington holds you in a warm and strong embrace, which makes you feel more at home than ever before in your life. "No one has ever done so much for me." He whispers to your ear.

"I didn’t do anything." You reply.

"You heard me y/n, for real"

**

He is in the yard, joking and laughing with his friends avoiding to look at you on purpose. On the contrary, your eyes never left his figure. The truth is that Steve doesn't understand, sometimes he feels like he has hope with you, other times he see a wall between you two even during  your project it was as clear as sun that there was a spark, despite your initial coldness. He felt like you liked him. Not like, like him. Like him just as a person, in short, he' has believed for a moment that you could see something in him. The gift is a final demonstration, or so he thought. Things got worse at school, until you ended up ignoring him. And part of him just wants to run up to you and ask you what’s changed, the other part is terrified that Tommy might make fun of that. And in his heart he is aware that it is precisely this need of him to have to please everybody at all costs that has driven you away. But he can’t crawl to you, not in front of Tommy, its not something King Steve would do.

"I know you want him dead, but glaring at him isn't the right way to kill him" Robin Comments. She is sitting next to you, not looking up from her book. It's not common for you and your  sister to spend time together being so different from one another, but here you are, watching the basketball team's practice.

Watching Steve Harrington.

"Then why calling it a death stare if they don't die?" You ask annoyed, finally taking your eyes off of him to look at your sister.

"'Cause it doesn't work if you switch from an I wanna kill him type of look to an I wanna fuck him hard type of look, don't you know? " She explains. You don't answer, words don't come up at your mind and also you didn't think Robin could really notice your little, silly annoying crush on Steve. Not once.

"Why are you so upset, anyway?" She asks.

"Isn't it clear? He has slept with all my friends and... And I'm just the one who's missing he keeps  insisting being so... I don't know... Sometimes it's a douchebag, sometimes the sweetest boy on earth. Oh God, I'm going crazy"

"Look, Y/n we are the ones sitting there, observing him like perverts, not him. From what you told me he hasn't even tried that hard, in short, he could have done a lot more, if a compliment every now and then is enough to make you want to jump on a guy ... Maybe it's because you like that guy more than you you want to admit. "

You shake your head.

" He is Steve idiot Harrington, I can't like him"

"Oh yes, you totally don't."

"Bullshit, I don't like him, he is an asshole" You say once more.

She sighs at your stubbornness but before she adds something, you continue. "Also he has asked Tina out."

Robin smiles. "Smart move Harrington."

"What?"

"Y/n he's been avoiding to look since we arrived and he's totally failing. I don't like him at all, I think he is an idiot but you are not and if you really like this douchebag that much maybe he's something more than what I think, I also really really doubt it but that's another problem... I mean I believe you are clever enough to understand if he's just using you, but you will never know for sure if you don't give him a chance. "

You quickly realize it's true, you give your sister a smile and without saying another word you take your backpack and head quickly towards him. He spots you and bite his lower lip to hide a smile, while he walks in your direction too.

You take him by his arm and you drag him to the locker room, while his mates call him back and Tommy yells "Get in Harrington" you remember why you wanted to avoid Steve in the first place. You have learned one thing in life: to really understand someone observe the people they surround themselves with. Under this assumption Steve should be a bad person, yet he looks at you with eyes full of something you can't define and apologizes with disarming sincerity. "They are not so bad" He says referring to his friends. "It's that sometimes they forget respect"

"Isn't it the same?" You ask. He smiles. "Would you ever get angry with a monkey because it's rude or stupid? That's the same thing with them. "

"Monkeys are not stupid" You reply.

"You always have to have the last word don't you? " He chuckles, but he doesn't seem nervous. You stay silent. "Do you need something for the project or... Something else?"

"Stop it" You demand.

"Stop what?"

"You know what I mean" You say frustrated.

"No, please, really tell me. " He is lost and sincere.

"Stop... Acting like you care about me, like you really like me and then asking Tina out." And you know it's not fair, the Tina part, but you can't help yourself.

"Oh so you are jealous!" He exclaims as he suddenly realizes it and he is happy, like genuinely happy. You don't know how to react.

"What?! No, I'm not jealous! I'm angry because you're a asshole and you are using my friend and me" You reply, more frustrated by the minute.

"I'm not using her, I know Tina well enough to understand what I can do with her. We are friends too also I have never done everything wrong to you, Y/n." He seems hurt, he is biting his nails in anxiety and he has a  disappointed expression on his handsome face.

" I... " He starts to leave, but you grab him by the arm. "What's up?" He asks. "I'm an asshole, mh? You've been repeating it for as long as I've known you."

"You confuse me. But I don't think you are ... but you act like one, often."

"Not with you.  never with you."

You look in his eyes. "I know, but... I'm scared." He caresses your face, his soft finger tips between your h/c hair.

" So I better not fucking this up"

You nod. "I wanna know you better Steve Harrington."

"I'm honored" After a moment of silence he continues,  his voice firm and low. "I'm serious, I've never been so serious in my life" He takes your face between his large hands, his finger on your burning cheeks.

"Also I asked Tina to lie to you." He whispers leaning his forehead against yours, laughing while you punch him on the chest. He join your lips in a wet but sweet kiss. He had waited so long to taste your red lips, he can't believe this is  really happening, from the moment you have walked in his house showing sincere interest in him, he has known you were different and he has fallen for you quickly. He smiles against your mouth.

"You're an idiot Harrington "

"I agree."

[stevethehairington]

there are many ways to wake steve harrington. his friends have learned this, over the years. some methods work better than others, but everyone has their favorites.

robin's favorite way is to get real close and shout something, anything right next to his ear. it always makes steve bodily jerk awake, and robin cackles like mad, ignoring the harmless glare steve sends her way for it.

if he falls asleep at any of the numerous kinds of hangouts that happen at the wheeler basement, the kids like to take turns waking him up.

max will usually just kick the piece of furniture steve is on, which is oftentimes enough to have him blinking awake. if he's on the floor, she'll nudge him in the side or the leg with her foot.

a lot of times steve falls asleep on the la-z-boy chair they'd dragged down there. mike, the little shit, loves to pop the recliner to wake steve, the sudden drop into a horizontal position enough to have him up and attem (and cursing mike out).

dustin tries to find the most creative ways to wake steve. he gave him a wet willy once to wake him up, and steve revoked his ride privileges for a whole entire week. it would have been longer, but he's a god damn pushover and caved when dustin turned the puppy dog eyes on him. (steve is pretty sure eddie gave him that particular tip.)

lucas is probably the most considerate out of all of them (if you could call it that). he'll usually just put his hand on steve's shoulder and shake and shake and shake until steve wakes, an obnoxious human alarm of "steve... steve... steve... steve... steve..." that does not have a snooze button.

but eddie. oh, eddie has the best catalog of wakeup calls for steve.

there's the jumping on the bed. whenever steve falls asleep before eddie gets home from work. eddie loves to drop his things, shed his work uniform, and jump right onto the bed with steve. it bounces the mattress (which always has the springs squeaking in protest — one of these days it is going to break from this) and jostles steve awake. he doesn't seem to mind it too much when he immediately gets an armful of eddie.

then there's the fun way; when steve looks too good lying beside him in bed and eddie can't keep his hands to himself, skating his palms down steve's chest and over his soft stomach, kissing at his jaw and his neck, leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down down down until he pulls the blankets over his head and steve wakes with a gasp and a groan.

there are the times when eddie will rise first and follow his grumbling stomach out to the kitchen. he'll pour himself a quick bowl of cereal, but take the time to push some eggs around in the pans for steve, getting them nice and fluffy. he'll fill up steve's favorite mug from his uncle's collection (the chipped, faded pink one with an outline of dolly parton's hair and the words 'cup of ambition' scrawled in flowery cursive over it) with freshly brewed coffee, just a little too on the black side for eddie's preferences, but that's the way steve likes it, and he'll carry it all into the bedroom, letting the smells draw steve out of his slumber.

but eddie's favorite (and perhaps steve's too) is when he traces his finger, featherlight, down the nape of steve's neck, ticklish enough to make him twitch. he'll press in close after, draping himself over steve's back, ghosting the tip of his finger up and down steve's arm then as he whispers some sort of greeting into his ear. a "good morning, sunshine", a "wakey wakey eggs and bakey", a "rise and shine, sleepyhead". steve is usually slow to stir, but when he does it's always with a syrupy smile and a sleepy sort of clingy affection as he rolls over into eddie's space, usually for a kiss, but sometimes just to be close, to bask in the comfortable ease of waking up with someone you love.

[starkermoods]

Another Starker High School AU because I love them and I feel like there’s not enough of them

Peter straightened out his skirt to distract himself from fisting at it.

Melanie, captain of the cheer team, was talking to his boyfriend. His boyfriend! Tony Stark, captain of the football team, and of course as always looking absolutely amazing.

Peter watched with narrowed eyes as Melanie rubbed her hand up and down Tony’s arm. Peter normally wasn’t one to get jealous at least he thought so but almost everyone else would disagree.

Steve noticed the way Peter was looking at Tony and rolled his eyes before going up to his best friend. Bucky trailing behind him wondering what on earth his boyfriend was doing.

Steve tapped Peter on the shoulder and Peter quickly turned to him.

“Hey Pete,” Steve smiled putting his arm around his best friends shoulder.

“Yeah Steve?” Peter asked and before he even got an answer he turned his eye back towards Tony and Melanie.

“Just go up and get his attention don’t just stand here and do nothing if it’s making you upset, she’ll know she’s getting to you then.”

Peter nodded and took a deep breath before putting on a fake smile and marching towards Tony and Melanie.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve once he turned towards him.

Steve planted a chaste kiss to Bucky’s lips and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go?”

Steve nodded and dragged him off towards the front doors of the school.

Peter placed his hand on Tony’s shoulder and leaned his body against Tony’s arm.

Melanie shot Peter a short glare before turning back to Tony with a smile but Tony was looking at Peter and planted a small kiss to his head.

Peter shot Melanie a glare back before looking up at Tony and sending him his cutest smile paired with his puppy dog eyes.

“Tony, can we go? I’m really tired and I just wanna cuddle up and watch a movie.”

Tony’s heart melted, Peter was the most adorable person in the world, he had no idea how he managed to get him.

Before Tony could answer though Melanie interrupted.

“Tonnyyy,” she said dragging out his name and having a slight pout on her face, “we need to work on our project and I was thinking we should today? Please!”

Peter gripped Tony’s arm tighter for a split second but released the pressure after.

“Sorry Melanie,” Peters voice was dripping fake sincerity, “he has plans. With me. Maybe another time.”

Peter then turned around and dragged Tony away.

Melanie called out a flirtatious bye to Tony. If he turned back around he would’ve noticed her fluttering her eye lashes at him.

He was finally stopped at turned around when him and Peter got to under one of the stair cases. Peter was glaring at him and crossed his arms with a huff.

Tony raised one eyebrow realizing what was going on before teasingly asking, “Aww are you jealous?”

Peter smacked his arm and continued to glare, “I’m not jealous. She was just touching you and I just can’t stand her. You know that.”

Tony did know that but he continued to smirk at Peter.

“Asshole,” Peter muttered and Tony swooped his head down to plant a sweet kiss to Peters lips. Peter tucked his head into Tony’s neck and wrapped his arms around it but not before smacking his arm again.

“I know, babe, I know. I can be a real jerk sometimes.”

(Sorry if this writing isn’t the greatest and doesn’t really match the moodboard that well. I did it on my phone while really sleep deprived)

[ronearoundblindly]

I hate how everyone forgets about the trauma of being in the ice and what dying by drowning and that havin fought a war would've been hell for Steve. So maybe the reader comforts him after a nightmare, I've heard sometimes you can see the sign when you're having a bad day and it ends up in a traumatizing nightmare so maybe she spots the signs but he doesn't have to explain cause it's usually a recurring thing not regular always but sometimes somes back kinda stronger and feels too real? Was that too detailed for a drabble, you can change to whatever fits you. Dignity of his choice is my favorite one out of The series, it makes me cry on the daily.

I'm so glad to hear you're liking Dignity, and I hope it's still living up to expectations. This piece went a whole bunch of different ways before it molded into something I'm even mildly proud of, so whoops, took me over two weeks but here you go!

(Water freezing, or losing energy/heat, is an exothermic process, so that's what the title is for.)

Warnings for zero editing and mentions of trauma. WC 706

Exothermic

You know it’s coming when Steve’s arm is too stiff to let you roll over. The bed is toasty but his skin is covered in a cold sweat. Sometimes when this happens, Steve wakes with no memory of it. He doesn’t always wake up right away. You hope this is one of those times.

But it’s not.

Just as you manage to turn around to face him, he jerks. The flailing hand would have hit you (albeit softly, not enough to hurt) if you weren’t prepared to grab his wrist.

“Breathe, Stevie. Breathe,” you say firmly, scrambling to get to your knees when he launches forward, gasping for air. “There’s plenty of air, sweetheart—“ you cup his face with your hands before gently stroking up and down his throat to encourage the muscles to relax “—come on. Look, deep breaths.”

You show him what to do. You stroke down his chest next, setting an inhale and exhale rhythm so he doesn’t have to think. His heart is thundering beneath your palm, slowing only a fraction with each pass overtop.

“So much air,” you whisper between his sharp attempts through his nose.

He doesn’t ask what’s happened; Steve knows this one all too well, but he never gets better at processing the first minutes after waking. He’s always disoriented. He’s fallen clear off of the bed before, stumbled straight into the dresser, and once, he nearly crashed right through the bedroom door. The crack in the wood was still there in your old apartment when you two moved in together. He didn’t admit what it was from until the first time he knocked you out of bed. He said he couldn’t remember which nightmare that was, but you know now. When Steve isn’t calling out someone’s name just before the jolt, it’s always the ice.

It’s too soon to get up and get a cloth for the sweat. You can’t leave him yet.

“You with me, Rogers,” you ask, smiling calmly as his body stills under your hands.

It took a long time to figure out how to proceed with this one. It’s a cold dream and he wakes in a cold sweat, but Steve can’t stand to be enclosed right after a nightmare. You can’t wrap him in the covers, and you can’t hug him right away. Not until he settles some. Not until he knows he’s with you.

“Keeps,” he sighs after the smallest gasp yet. That’s a good sign. It’s only been about a minute and a half, not the shortest recovery but not on the longer side.

It’s counter-intuitive—all you want to do is clutch Steve to you to comfort him—but you can’t be the one to do it, so you’ve come to use the opposite method.

“Honey,” you offer, “would you like to hold me?”

You’ll never get over it, the look of guilt that washes over his features when you have to see him like this, when you have to handle him like this, when you have to tell him how to return to himself. Steve, as you know, hates to lose control without choosing to.

He can’t help it. He knows that and he hates it.

He scoots himself backward to sit all the way up, taking his time to balance and set up in a stable pose, bowing his knees out to give you space. He opens his arms, almost reluctantly but with an intensity saying he’ll be lost without you, and you crawl over, tucking your feet over one of his thighs and your head under his chin. He envelops you completely, gripping more and more as the seconds tick by. His damp skin suctions to your cheek and shoulder, but you can hear his heart rate slow.

When most of the tension in his muscles finally leaves, you start humming and shimmy closer into his hold. It takes a few of these gestures, but he responds soon, arching to angle his head to kiss your hair.

“Wiggleworm,” he teases.

He’s back. You’ve made it through the worst for tonight.

“You’re sticky,” you mutter against him, and Steve snorts a laugh.

You shift enough to wrap your arms and legs around him, too. He doesn’t let go, not yet, not ever.

[findafight]

Let’s get dangerous! 3, 9, 13, 17 and 19.

Choose Violence ask game oh. you really are being dangerous lol

9. worst part of canon

not enough time to actually build character development and dynamics and flesh things out more, so it's all monster plot all the time instead of them planning and plotting and processing and bonding in tiny moments. i miss 20-24 episode seasons I miss "filler" episodes. we deserve a ST beach episode...

also dustin and steve both being made comic relief and Dustin's trauma and steve's injuries being ignored.... bubba should see a physician his gonna get sepsis :(

13. worst blorbofication

ooooof. Eddie probably. people keep trying to make him cool or suave or whatever and that's simple not the case. I know in my heart that boy has crawled up a river bank on all fours talking like golum. He is a loser. He is not cool. That's okay and good actually. We need more unsmooth people representation, and Eddie is just a scared little guy!

often too it happens that they just make him...not be brash or kind of a jerk? When he is! It's okay you're blorbo doesn't have to be someone you would have been friends with in highschool! He was loud and walked on tables and made fun of people! He was sort of mean! he wasn't perfect or always nice and kind. He's a weirdo who is sometimes cruel and that's okay he can totally get better!!

I think part of it is that a portion of the fandom has bought into the false dichotomy that the show tries to press on us of jocks vs nerds and that they are enemies or something and that nerds are always or almost always on the side of the good, and jocks are not. So because Eddie is a nerd and made fun of jocks, he is therefore someone that is often right, even if her messes up sometimes but it's okay because he's a nerd, whereas (usually) Steve has to play perpetual make up for the crime of messing up and being a dick when he was sixteen while also playing and enjoying sports. and it's like please!!! I'm tired of this!!! stop hating on sports and thinking people who like them have some moral failing they must make up for just because you don't know what a batting average is or whatever! (and he should have apologized to Lucas)

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

More fics should let characters be actually angry at being hurt or wronged. Let them rage! especially Lucas! I want him to be able to express his hurt and upset about how all his friends but Steve and Robin abandoned him and played the finale without him! Only Erica brought it up to him, I want MORE apologies to Lucas!!

on that note let Steve be angry when wronged too! let him be upset and not quietly accept an apology let him lay out why he was hurt and angry!

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I have nothing I'm really ashamed of in fandom? on occasion I love a good whump fic or a fic that is sometimes. Very mean about certain character/s lol. Though st has got me writing some steamy pieces which I wasn't really expecting! haha

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

(there are so many bad takes floating around which to choose... I guess here's two, saved for last) once saw someone say max abused b!lly by drugging him in s2 and i just had to sit there like......brother WHAT are you talking about. You mean the 13yo girl watching her 17 y/o step brother continue to beat an unconcious 17 y/o and used the sedative to stop him?? One time? To stop him killing someone in front of her and her friends? Someone who had protected them twice that night? From her brother whom she was scared of??? Who had demonstrated abusive behaviour towards her??? Who she had to threaten to stop trying to hurt her or her friends? That one was fucking WILD I can't believe it's real. What the hell.

Also i know it was probably just light a hearted shippy thing but I saw one that was so much a take as it was an au but it had robin lie in the starcourt bathroom by saying she had a crush on tammy instead of Nancy and I was so mad at not only the defiling of the Sacred Stobin Scene, but also that it then means their entire friendship is based on a lie and it would be such a betrayal? (it wouldn't make sense at all anyways [to me] but also) Like. She'd have been lying to her best friend, her soulmate, her person she wants to combine with, for months not just about a crush but about the very moment of vulnerability that cemented their platonic love for each other!! I don't see how you can like robin or steve or their friendship and do that? it's not even about not liking rnce, I'd be mad about it if it was about any other ship too, it's about loving stobin most. idk it feels so icky to me

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Making Steddie sleep and cuddle cutely because it's my agenda and my duty to the #steddie hive mind

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Nightmares: everyone gets them, just some more than others. Especially people who've been to an alternant dimension where everything that was ever good has been destroyed, and everyone you love steps on death's doorstep, and barely makes it out alive. Eddie almost didn't make it, but Steve wouldn't have just let him lay there, he had to do something, anything, to help him.

They both lived. They were fine now, physically that is. Nothing more than huge scars that they hate talking about. But that didn't mean they were fine, because they sure as hell weren't.

Ever since Eddie got out of the hospital there were many midnight (or later) trips to someone's house. It may have been Robin's, or Steve's or Eddie's, or fuck, sometimes even Nancy's house (though that didn't happen often as usually there were 6 kids staying up all night because they were too scared to fall asleep) Sometimes just 2 of them were together, sometimes it was the whole party, but over time it got better. They weren't so scared of falling asleep anymore, and *when* they woke up, it wasn't too bad to be alone.

It should have been better for all of them if the kids could be alone and still be fine, but it wasn't. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie somehow couldn't let go that easily. They didn't know why; it was just like that. But they made the best out of the long nights they shared together. Many secrets were told, most told by half-asleep people, doing their best to stay awake.

When it was Steve and Robin, there wasn't a filter on what they said, but when Nancy or Eddie was there, there was one, though it filtered very little, it still filtered the biggest secretes, like how Steve realized he had liked Tommy H when he was younger, or when Robin confessed she didn't like Vicky much anymore (she'd spent some time with her and found that all she was interested in talking about was her jerk ex-boyfriends and what boys Robin liked) as well as Robin realizing she liked Nancy instead.

"Whoahhhh, you like Nance. that's cool, she's nice" Steve was very much out of it, but he still supported Robin, no matter what, even if everything he said they night was very draw out, due to how tired he was.

One night, though, all four of them were at Steve's house. Nothing unusual was happening, all was well. It was around 2 am, and they decided (Nancy said) they should go to sleep, or at least try to get some rest.

Steve's house was big and yet somehow only had one guest bedroom, and they all knew they should have 2 people in each room or else someone was going to wake up and panic.

Robin was going to sleep in Steve's room with him, but Steve wanted to play matchmaker, and decided that Eddie was going to be in his room, and Nancy and Robin would share a room. Robin glared at him and secretly mouthed 'thank you', and she and Nancy then went to the guest bedroom (which was very big and had a jacuzzi bathtub in the bathroom attached to it)

Eddie was confused and had no idea why Steve would make Robin, his best friend, go sleep in a different room. He'd seen the guest bedroom, though, and the bed was horrible (in his opinion) so he wasn't complaining too much. He just hoped Steve's bed wasn't as bad as the guest bed.

"So, uh, why's you tell Robin to sleep in the guest's room?" Eddie asked, hoping that it wasn't weird of him to ask about it.

"I'm sure you'll see why tomorrow morning" Steve sighed. "Well, I'm going to take a shower real quick, then you can take one. Feel free to just look around, I guess."

Steve got his clothes and towel and went into his bathroom, while Eddie started snoopi- I mean looking around.

He found some boring stuff like old homework and books, and really, nothing he found was very interesting, though Eddie did hope to find some drama, it was probably better that he didn't.

When Steve came out of the shower, Eddie realized he forgot his pajamas. He would've just slept in his clothes, but Steve insisted that he wear some that Steve hadn't worn before.

"You're wearing *jeans*, Eddie. I'm not gonna let you sleep in jeans. Just let me get you the pajamas, ok?"

"Fine, but only because you insisted" Eddie acted upset but it was very obviously just to be silly. "Thank you, though, for real"

"Oh, goddammit!" Steve sighed loudly "I'm sorry, I can't find them. I can give you some of mine, if you don't care that I've worn them. They're clean though, of course."

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it"

Steve gave Eddie some of his pajamas (THEYRE CLEAN ISTG) then Eddie took his shower.

After Eddie got out, he and Steve sat on Steve's bed and talked. Not about anything in particular, just a normal conversation. Then they looked at Steve's clock.

"Holy-! Jesus H. Christ, dude, it's 3:30 am!" Eddie was shocked at how long they'd been talking for.

"Oh, God. We should get to bed."

"So, uh, how's sleeping gonna work? Just lay down wherever or would you rather cuddle" Eddie said it sarcastically, but something in him wanted it to happen.

"I mean I wouldn't mind that too much" Steve mumbled, looking away from Eddie to make sure he couldn't hear.

"What?"

"N- nothing"

"We can cuddle if you want, big boy" Eddie smirked, and Steve went bright red.

"I- d-uhh I- mm..." Steve bit his lip to keep from saying more incoherent half-words.

"Oh, sorry, if that- uh- made you uncomfortable and stuff..."

"No! No, it's fine, I just- I mean, would it be ok if we, uh, did... y'know" Stev stole a few glances at Eddie, hoping he didn't mess everything up.

"Are you asking if we can cuddle? And you're that nervous?" Eddie sighed, then smiled and shook his head. "If you want to, then of course we can, Steve."

"Thank you... sorry if it's weird."

"If what's weird. It's totally fine." Eddie sat back against the pillows on Steve's bed. "C'mere"

Steve walked over to the side of his bed and got on to sit next to Eddie. Eddie put his arm around Steve's shoulder. Steve leaned into Eddie, but was still stiff.

"You ok?"

"Mhm, just... nervous... I guess."

"It's ok, Steve. If you want to stop, just tell me, mk"

"No, I'm fine, I just, I've always had to be the shoulder for people to rely on. I guess I never realized how much I'd wanted to be the one leaning on someone else's shoulder, if that makes sense."

Eddie help Steve closer "Well you can lean on me as long as you'd like." Steve melted into Eddie's side, feeling totally comfortable and safe for the first time in years.

Eddie rubbed Steve's shoulder, near where his hand was, and he could tell Steve would be asleep soon. After only 15 minutes, Steve was fast asleep.

Eddie moved some, trying not to wake up Steve, so that they were laying down, and Eddie fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, Robin and Nancy were already downstairs when Eddie and Steve came down. Robin and Nancy were clinging to each other, and Steve smirked at Robin.

"Sooo, I guess you made a new friend, huh, Rob?" Steve said slyly

"Like you have any room to talk. You've literally been wrapped around Eddie since you came down the stairs. You were clinging to him while you were walking down the stairs, hell, you're wrapped around his arm RIGHT NOW!"

Steve's eyes went wide, and his face went red.

"She's right, y'know. Not that I'm complaining." Eddie added

"Your arm is comfy, so sue me." Steve said to Eddie, but he was looking at Robin trying to convince her that his attachment to Eddie was valid (which tbf it was)

"Alright, alright. If I say nothing about that," Robin nodded toward Steve and Eddie. "You say nothing about this," Robin tilted her head toward Nancy, who she was leaning against. "Ok?"

Steve agreed to Robin's terms, then Steve told Eddie to come to the kitchen with him, because he didn't want to let go until absolutely necessary. Eddie was ok with it. He was honestly glad that Steve felt so comfortable with him.

Steve felt safe with Eddie anytime he was around him from then on.

-The End

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A/N: Hope you like, i almost cried while writing this so i hope i made u cry too /j also sorry if this makes no sense. a like would be very appreciated and a reblog would be SUPER DUPER appreciated <333

[inkoutsidethelines]

@universalfanfic - the new mafia au bit, as a treat. Because Matt saving Sutton after she's shoved off a roof was too entertaining for me to pass up.

Time seemed to slow as Sutton tipped backwards.  She couldn’t look away from Steve’s horrified expression even as she felt herself slip past the point of no return; there’d be no catching herself now.  This was how her life would end – with a single push.

As she tipped over the edge of the roof, time snapped back to normal, and the wind rushed past her ears as the street below rushed up to meet her.  Pressure built in her chest but she couldn’t get the breath to even scream.

Something grabbed hold of her, abruptly jerking her in a new direction and sending her stomach lurching.  Sutton clung to whatever it was desperately, and it was only when she was able to register that she wasn’t actively falling anymore that she was able to find any kind of words.

“Oh my God, oh God, oh God,” came tumbling out, a desperate, incoherent prayer.

“Sutton.”

The sound of her name helped cut through the panic a bit, and Sutton finally started registering the situation past ‘not currently falling’.

It was Daredevil who had her.  One arm was wrapped around her, keeping her close to his side, and Sutton was holding on to his arm with a death grip she didn’t think she could loosen even if she’d wanted to.  She didn’t.  They were standing on a narrow ledge, Daredevil facing the building while Sutton was facing out.  She glanced down, and instantly regretted it as a wave of dizziness swept over her.  The ground was marginally closer, but more than far enough away to kill her still.

Her grip on his arm tightened.  “We’re gonna die, oh we’re gonna die.”

“We’re not going to die,” Daredevil said.  “But I need you to calm down.”

“Calm down?” Sutton snapped, her voice several octaves higher than normal.  “I was shoved!  Off a roof!  This isn’t the time to be calm!”

“It is if you want to get inside the building,” Daredevil said.  “Or would you prefer to hang out here?”

Inside the building.  Where there was a nice, solid floor, and no risk of falling to her death.  Sutton swallowed.

“Inside please.”

“Okay,” Daredevil said.  “There’s a window about five feet to your right.  I need you to start slowing moving in that direction.”

Move.  On the tiny ledge that was barely wide enough to fit her feet, and who knew how many stories above an incredibly unforgiving ground?  Sutton glanced down again, and sucked in a deep breath, “Nope, no, no can do, not moving.”

“Stop looking down,” Daredevil said.  “And you’re going to have to move so we can get to the window.”

“I can’t,” Sutton said, tears blurring her vision.  “I can’t make my legs move.”

Daredevil was silent a moment, and then, “Close your eyes.”

“What?” Sutton asked.

“Close your eyes,” Daredevil said.  “I’m going to get us out of here, but I need you to trust me.”

She didn’t exactly have a better option, so Sutton squeezed her eyes shut.  “Okay.”

His grip shifted, and Sutton tensed.  Dardevil stopped.  “I need you not to fight me,” he said.  “If you struggle, you could send us both off the ledge.”

“I can’t help it!” Sutton said, keeping her eyes closed with real effort.

He sighed, and despite herself, Sutton felt a flash of irritation.  Did he really have the gall to be annoyed at her right now?

“I’m sorry not all of us jump off of buildings for fun!” she snapped.

His grip shifted again, and this time he lifted her feet slightly off the ledge, and Sutton let out a shout.  Not a shriek.  A shout.

“You’re going to need a stiffer spine if you’re going to keep dating a mob boss,” Daredevil said.

Sutton’s eyes snapped open, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she squeezed them shut again.  “You’re a real jerk sometimes,” she said through gritted teeth.  She had to swallow another shout as she felt him shift to her right, and her fingers were starting to go numb from how hard she was holding on to him.

Daredevil snorted.  “Is that the best insult you can come up with?”

“I’m not at my wittiest hanging off the side of a building,” Sutton snapped at him.

“Technically, you’re hanging off of me,” Daredevil said.  “What’ll Rogers think of that?”

“How dare-“ Sutton started, and then choked as her shoulder suddenly wasn’t pressed back against wall anymore.  Her eyes snapped open and she whipped her head around to look, and was shocked to see they were at the window.  She hadn’t realized they’d moved that far.

“Stay calm,” Daredevil said, “we’re right here.”

They had to shuffle to the side just a bit more so Daredevil could be in front of the window.  Once there, he was able to use his clubs to break the window, and once the hole was big enough, hop inside, carrying Sutton along with him.

Glass crunched under their feet as they landed in someone’s office. 

I’m safe.

Relief flooded Sutton so powerfully her knees went weak.  Daredevil caught her before she hit the floor, picking her up and setting her in a nearby office chair.  Sutton finally let go of his arm, her fingers aching from the grip she’d had on him.

“Are you alright?” Daredevil asked, and Sutton glared up at him. 

“Oh, what, now you’re considerate?” she snapped.

He shrugged.  “You’re less panicky when you’re mad.”

That was…irritatingly accurate.  But he had jumped off a building to save her, so Sutton couldn’t hold it against him.

“Thanks,” she said, “for saving me.”

Daredevil hesitated a moment, then said, “If you stay with him, your life is going to be in danger again.”

He was probably right, but Steve –

Sutton gasped.  “Steve!”

He’d seen her get shoved off the roof!  He probably thought she was dead!  And she was just sitting there!

She jumped from the chair and ran for the door, throwing a “thanks again, bye!” over her shoulder. 

[jkrockin]

hii! 💖, 📥,🖊,👖,⏰? ^-^

More questions for the emoji fanfic ask game! Thank you, honoured mutual!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

Now everyone is expecting me to say “dialogue” because I am a known enjoyer of bants, and because I’ve said “my dialogue is the best thing about my writing” verbatim, but let’s mix it up. In my estimation, I’m good at show-don’t-tell. I took that one essay on unpacking ‘thought’ verbs by Chuck Palahniuk very personally, and try to employ its principles whenever I find myself getting to far in a character’s head. 

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Any of them, really, but especially my Terror fic— I know it’s not the juggernaut fandom that Stranger Things is, but I’m very attached to those cold boys.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Have some horny personal ad AU:

It's been fine. Not getting laid, or only getting laid occasionally, has been fine. He's fine. He just needs to get past this rut, and then he’ll be… fine. Personal ads are for sad jerks who can’t get a date in real life. Right now, that’s Steve, so he starts looking at the ads in the back of the Reader, which are mostly boring, or so specific they’re obviously not for him. He starts looking at the ads in the back of Robin’s copies of the Windy City Times, which are… kind of similar, but gay. He and Robin read them out to each other in increasingly dramatic voices, which is more fun than his last three dates combined. Nothing he comes across makes him want to reply. If anyone were to ask, not that anyone’s going to ask, he wouldn’t be able to explain why he’d picked up the dirty magazine in the first place. He’d known it was dirty, and he’d known it was gay— there’s a hairy man in a leather jockstrap on the cover, there are, like, context clues— so maybe it was muscle memory from laughing with Robin at their shitty tiny kitchen table that made him flip past the guys with their dicks out and the horny stories, and start reading the personals.

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Varying degrees of plantser. Sometimes I do just rawdog it and write off the cuff, sometimes I write outlines or snippets and write around them. Best results thus far come from expanding on chatfic, because nothing gets me going like being asked pertinent plot questions.

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

Definitely more time reading than writing!

[eddiethehunted]

god the world needs more mean cunt eddie x headstrong confident steve . give me the kids trying soooo hard to keep them from spending time together because they know how fucking insufferable they’d be if they were constantly on the same side on principle. give me joke fighting that turns into real shouting matches that take a full week to repair bc they’re both stubborn and steve got just a bit too emotionally involved to let it go (eddie would never let it go anyways). only wayne can get them to shut up if they’re in the same room and riling each other up and he does this by threatening to quit his job to babysit them fulltime. clearly i think the world needs more cunty eddie bc seeing that sent me Into This State!

your mind............ anon i need to crawl into your mind come back here RIGHT NOW!!!!

side rant below the readmore bc i am Thinking

also ok tbh this is 100% me projecting and THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE OKAY..... i dont want anyone taking my words out of context and making me sound like a bad person.

i am autistic, right. sometimes i say things that come across as mean bc i have a hard time getting the tone right. sometimes i tease my friends but i go too far and dont realize it until they get quiet or call me out. sometimes i get really angry and defensive about my interests if someone disagrees with me. sometimes i miss social cues and end up just sounding like a jerk.

and sometimes im just a CUNT!!! OK! because i dont even think abt how rude im being until i've already done it!

ofc it is MY RESPONSIBILITY to monitor my behaviour but sometimes things slip and i fuck up and then i have to deal with the consequences. anyway.......... again this is me projecting but im seeing eddie as the same kind of autistic girlie as me so i think u can see where im going with this!

i just want to explore more of him being mean and rude and sometimes he doesn't realize it. and sometimes he does! and he doesn't CARE!!! until someone he cares about calls him out. and yk what!! he would maybe get defensive! but i personally think he'd ultimately do the right thing even if it pisses him off at first

i think that a lot of ppl write eddie as being very sweet and conscious of others' feelings and just a kind person and while i do think he can be these things i also think it's more in line with how he's written to admit that he's kind of a dick. he's #notlikeothergirls. oh you like metal? name every song ever

characters can grow and learn and change and i think he could do all of these things but i also think that he'll never stop being a bit pretentious and annoying. and hes so real for that

i think we should let our blorbos be cunts sometimes alright