#for the rest of her life. i just don’t see her and jonathan working out

[thestobingirlie]

you know what i think is so interesting about the “only love makes you that crazy dear” scene is that it actually perfectly encapsulates jancy’s relationship, but not in the romantic way some people take it and the way it was (i assume) intended.

because jonathan wasn’t acting out of love for nancy when he fought steve. he was acting out of love for will.

nancy getting slutshamed? jonathan wants to leave. steve insults him? jonathan wants to leave. steve insults his mother? will? jonathan goes berserk.

because ultimately the most important person to him will always be will. nancy and her feelings and dreams and desires will always come second to jonathan’s family.

and that’s perfectly summed up by some old lady that knows nothing about the situation. love does make jonathan go crazy. but not love for nancy.

[ragingbookdragon]

It’s only the fifth time that he comes in that she realizes the man is obviously going to be a regular. He orders the same thing, a single black tea with a buttered croissant, then proceeds to sit in the booth in the corner, the one that faces away from everything but also gives the best view of the entire café. It takes him exactly thirty minutes to finish the entire breakfast before he leaves, always dropping two pounds into the tip jar and gives her a tight smile before he exits.

“You’re a creature of habit,” she notes, and he looks up from his phone, blinking at her in shock.

“Pardon?”

She smiles. “You order the same thing and sit in the exact same place every morning. A creature of habit.”

“I guess I am,” he replies, looking down at his cup and plate. “Can’t go wrong with simple things.”

“You’d be surprised.” Her eyes trail up his arms, pausing on the fancy but tactical watch, then to his face. “You know we offer military discounts for active duty and retired, yes?”

At this, he pauses and meets her gaze, brows furrowing in what one could only describe as surprised satisfaction. “How’d you know I was military?”

She gestures to the seat across from him and he nods, watching as she takes a seat. “My dad was retired USN. You carry yourself like he did. Punctual, clean cut.”

“Good senses.”

“Eh, I try.”

He smiles as he takes a sip of his tea. “How’d you end up this side of Birmingham?”

A bit of sadness crosses her face as she lets out a soft sigh. “Dad died from cancer a few years ago. I just needed a change of pace.” She shrugs. “Flying halfway across the world and starting new will do that I guess.”

“Sorry for your loss,” he murmurs. “Where was he laid to rest?”

“Arlington.” Her smile is one of pride. “I don’t think I’d ever seen so many retired and active-duty members come to his funeral. It was…really something.” She shakes her head. “But back to my original question. You get a discount for being a military service member.”

“Don’t need it,” he says, shaking his head.

“Just because you don’t need it doesn’t mean you’re not getting it,” she fires back. “You fight for freedom, you get it.”

“Quite an American way of putting things,” he jokes, and her smile is wide and bright.

“The American way of life extends far.” She rises from her seat. “I have to get back to work though.” She turns but pauses and spins back around. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

He smiles, heart fluttering a bit in his chest at the fact that she wants to see him. “Of course.”

“Good,” she says holding out her hand to shake. “You never told me your name though.”

“Jon,” he answers, taking her hand. “Jonathan Price.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jon,” she answers, flushing when he presses his lips to the back of hers.

“The pleasure’s all mine, love,” he smirks, chuckling when she laughs and pulls away, practically tripping over herself as she hurries off.

[slut4thebroken]

Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs

For some reason I’ve been obsessed with stalker!reader ideas. Like for any of my current hyperfixation crushes lol. So here are some unofficial head canons I guess

(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)

Jason Todd - You met him one day on the street. Some guy was being a dick and not taking no for an answer. When he started yelling, Jason intervened. And you’ve been in love with him ever since. You know that he obviously loves you too, that’s why he was so kind to you that day— that’s why he leaves his blinds open and let’s you watch him change after taking a shower. That’s why he was “careless” enough to let you find out his alter ego. Why else would he have trusted you so much to share that secret with you if he wasn’t in love with you too?

Jonathan Crane - Along the same lines as Jason. But you’re a student in his class. Everyday you sit in the front, your chin resting on your hand as you stare at him, mesmerized by his smooth voice and pretty face. You like the reaction you get when he makes eye contact and you don’t look away— he stumbles over his words and forces his gaze somewhere else while clearing his throat. His day to day life wasn’t particularly exciting, he spent most of his time on campus or at Arkham. But the one night he deviated from his usual schedule, you got all giddy and followed him eagerly. That’s how you found out your professor was the infamous Scarecrow. After learning that, you wondered if he’d ever want to test his fear toxin on you, leaving you a writhing mess for him.

Jackson Rippner - (I actually started a one shot with this plot lmao) You don’t know how a professional terrorist who stalks people for a living didn’t realize you were following him. It’s not like you’re very good at it. But you watched him watch other people, swooning when he became particularly violent on an assignment. You wondered how he’d react when he found out. Would he be flattered— impressed? Would he try to kill you? Or maybe— and this was your preferred option— he’d fuck you instead, making fun of you for being so desperate that you resorted to stalking him. He seemed like the kind of man who would enjoy degrading and humiliating you and you couldn’t wait for when that would finally happen.

Spencer Reid - Your genius professor with an IQ of 187 and three phds was entirely fascinating to you. You read anything and everything about him, including all of the cases he’s worked and any interviews he’s done. Once that wasn’t enough, you started following him around. He was so intriguing and captivating— the way he just ordered a coffee and handed the barista the money had you swooning. The first time you followed him, he had noticed you— made eye contact with you— so you made sure to be more careful. On days where he wasn’t teaching because he was away helping the BAU, you were incredibly bored and almost depressed. You missed seeing him every single day.

Stiles Stilinski - Stalking him was how you found out literally all of his friends secrets. You liked watching him talk animatedly to Scott from across the library, getting scolded by the librarian several times before being asked to leave. You liked watching him by himself, the way he fidgets with anything he can get his hands on and struggles to focus on whatever task he’s trying to complete, it’s endearing. What you didn’t like, however, was how he looks at Lydia. Every single time, you have to physical restrain yourself from walking over and bashing her head in, telling her to back the fuck off and leave him alone. Especially because she usually ends up making him sad. If he were with you, you’d always make him feel loved and appreciated. You wouldn’t act like some spoiled, airheaded tease (not the internalized misogyny lol).

Bucky Barnes - Stalking Bucky was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. He’s so in tune with his surroundings, knows when there’s a threat before anyone else does. He also knows when he’s being followed. So you resorted to casual stalking— going to the gym when he’s there, sitting in the living room when he’s there, arguing with Sam about what to watch. You also liked watching him through the security cameras in the tower. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but you could see the true, genuine Bucky. Not the Bucky he pretends to be around everyone else. This was the Bucky who likes romcoms, listens to music, does his best to cook, walks around in just sweatpants, not worrying about having to hide the gruesome scarring on his shoulder at the base of his metal arm— or any other scars for that matter. He has a lot of them and you ached to kiss every single one and tell him that you still think he’s incredibly handsome and pretty.

Part 2 with their reactions when they find out lol?

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 1

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic :) I'm already working on the upcoming chapters, it's gonna be pretty long.

This is a Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC fic, it's out of universe and takes place in college, it's set in the 2000s.

Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapitre 5, Chapter 6, Chapitre 7

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau

Here's the first chapter <3

First Chapter

It’s October 31st and I have yet to find my Halloween costume for the upcoming party. I was never too fond of parties but my friends have been begging me to join them. I started feeling guilty for not engaging more with the social part of uni, am l wasting my life ?

9pm: My whole wardrobe was covering the floor of my bedroom. I was contemplating each piece I had to find anything that could work as a costume when I started to question if I should even attend. After a couple minutes, I decided to put on a red top and red thighs topped with a blue dress in a desperate attempt to recreate Wendy Torrance’s look in The Shining. By the time I got ready, Emily and Jonathan were here to pick me up. I was already feeling so tired from all the noise. Maybe wasting my life is not that bad after all.

As we parked I could already hear everyone screaming like raging animals. When we entered the house Victoria, one of Emily’s soccer teammates, greeted us and took Emily and Jonathan apart. I felt out of place and decided to head towards the bar to grab a drink. Everyone around me was dancing and smoking. I struggled to breathe and looked around me, spotting the backdoor to the garden. I paved myself a way in the crowd; as I reached the outdoors. I sat and took a deep breath of fresh air watching the sky thinking about my bed.

I started relaxing when I noticed a presence in the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw a girl smoking a cigarette leaning against the wall. She glanced at me and we stayed in an awkward silence for a couple seconds until she finally started talking. 

- Hey, do you mind if I sit here? - Not at all, go ahead. 

As she sits next to me I take a better look at her, I can’t help but notice her attractiveness. She has a cute button nose and small freckles on her cheeks, light green eyes and strands of hair falling in her face. She’s really pretty. She looked up to me and I quickly looked away in embarrassment. She smiled at my reaction.

- What’s your name ? I don’t think we’ve met before. - My name’s Maya Reeves, you ? I asked. - Ellie Williams. What are you doing here all alone? 

- I just needed some fresh air, I lost my friends and the music is so loud. Her face enlightened, then she confessed to me that she didn’t like these parties either.

- What are you dressed as ? I continued.  - What? - It’s Halloween, are you not wearing a costume? - Ohh no no, I hate this kind of stuff.. Are you wearing a costume ?

I got up and turned around to show off my outfit. 

- Duh?! Do you think this is how I normally dress ?? l said.

She chuckled and looked at me up and down admitting something was off. She continued.

- What are you dressed as ? -Wendy Terrance from The Shining. -Ohh cool.. I didn’t see it but you look good. -What!! you really should see it! -I'll keep it in mind, I'll think about you when I do. 

She smiled at me, put out her cigarette in the ash and got up to leave. On her way back, she greeted Jonathan who was coming out of the house. He looked at me surprised. 

-Did you get drug?  -No why? I asked surprised.  -She only ever talks to her clients. -What are you talking about?  -She’s my plug, she’s at every party just to do business.  -Ohh.

I guess she must’ve only talked to me to try to sell me drugs, I’m kinda disappointed, she seemed sweet. Emily noticed how bored and sad I looked and offered me to drink to get in the mood. After a couple drinks I felt better and managed to enjoy the rest of the night. 

Eventually, it was time to go home. Emily and Jonathan were both way too drunk so I took the driver’s seat. The road was dark and my hands a little shaky, my eyes started to close until l suddenly saw two big lights coming right at us and heard loud noises. l realized we just collided with a car.

------------------- To Be Continued..

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

The Ward Pt. 3 | Jonathan Breech x fem!character

Summary: Jonathan Breech is sentenced to three months in a Dublin psych ward after trying to take his life. He meets a girl and thinks he's fallen in love... but is this just a product of opportunity and loneliness or could it be more?

Warnings: Based heavily on One the Edge (2001) so there is already a lot of mental-health specific discussions. More specifically- mentions of suicide, self-harm, death, depression, anxiety, feeling helpless and alone, medication, vomiting, pregnancy. Pt. 3 has smut: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), and loss of virginity. Please don't read if you think any of the previously mentioned topics could be triggering! Some of this is taken from my personal experience with mental-health issues so read with care.

word count: 3790k

Pretty- Coco & Clair Clair 🎶

Narc- Interpol 🎵

Note- One the Edge is free on Internet Archive...

Please read the warnings before continuing, thanks!

After group therapy, Jonathan walked into the men’s bathroom on the women’s ward and stood just inside as the door swung closed quietly. Margaret was sitting on the ledge as she had a day or two before, reading. She looked up as he entered and closed her book. 

“Was I really your first real kiss?” He asked and she scoffed in surprise. 

“What?” 

“Was I really your first kiss?” He asked again and Margaret stared at him before answering, a blush already forming on her cheeks. 

“Yeah…”

“How was it?”

“You were there, remember?” She put her book aside and put her palms against her face to cool them. She looked at the wall, too embarrassed to look at him. 

“Pretend I wasn’t.” He smiled and she rolled her eyes, “tell me how it was.”

“It was good, I don’t know.” She laughed uncomfortably and he smiled wider.

“Tell me how you felt when you kissed me,” he prompted and she shook her head in uncomfortable disbelief. 

“Well, um I felt happy and good like I didn’t want to stop. I liked looking at you and I liked feeling close to you.” She answered. “Is that what you meant?” She furrowed her eyebrows and Jonathan nodded. 

“You liked kissing me and I liked kissing you. I don’t think this is just a relationship of convenience, I think we could really like each other.” 

“Here we go,” she jumped off of the ledge and landed beside Jonathan who had one hand resting against the handicapped stall. 

“Just hear me out! I thought about what you said and I think I really do like you. I like talking to you and I think we understand each other really well.” He explained and she laughed softly. 

“We both tried to kill ourselves, of course we understand each other.” 

“But see, that's the thing. We understand each other better than other people would. You said that there are plenty of attractive girls out there but what makes you so sure that I would choose anyone else if I could choose you?” He waved his other hand as he spoke. She had started to walk away when she turned back and went up to him, talking low.

“Because even though we kissed and we may like each other, we don’t know each other at all. I’m some girl from America who happened to take too many pills to kill herself and it didn’t work. In any other situation, you would have walked past me on the street and gone for someone else.” She started to get upset and he looked down at her from against the wall. “I’m not interesting or beautiful or that smart, I’m just depressed and lonely and that makes me easy to love when you have nothing else to do.” Jonathan inhaled quickly. 

“I don’t agree with you at all. I think you’re interesting and so beautiful that it distracts me during group therapy. Even though I’ve only been here for about a week, I feel that I have a pretty good idea of who you are and what you mean to me and my happiness, and you mean a lot.”

“But what if I can’t make you happy?” She interjected, angry tears filling her eyes. “Not everything can be solved by sex and love, Jonathan. We’re unstable and could kill ourselves at any time. You can’t trust me and I don’t trust you,” she whispered and started to turn when he reached for her. 

“Margaret, I love you.” 

“Don’t say that when you don’t mean it!” She nearly screamed, hitting his chest with her hands. She started crying as she hit him weakly. He watched her, his jaw clenched. “Don’t call me cute or beautiful or anything else when you don’t fucking mean it!” She cried and pushed herself away from him. Her nose was runny and she wiped it on the sleeve of her green jumper. Her hair was messy and some of it stood up. She took a deep breath and looked back at him, caught in the beauty of his eyes. “We lie all the time. We lie about how we feel and about how sad we are so that others feel better about themselves. We can’t lie to each other, not here. So, don’t lie to me, please. I’m sick of lies, Jonathan.” She whispered sadly and Jonathan closed the distance between them and held her. She didn’t resist and hugged him around his waist, putting her face in the crook of his neck. He kissed the top of her head and smoothed down her messy hair. She cried quietly against him and he waited patiently, holding her closer. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her cheek, “I won’t lie to you, I promise. I’m so sorry.” He promised, though he hadn’t been lying. “I shouldn’t have sprung that all on you but I wasn’t lying, Margaret. What I said was true. I won’t force you to believe me but I promise that I was telling you the truth.” 

She stopped crying slowly and took in a shakily breath. He rubbed her back, feeling the warmth of her body through her clothes. 

“What if I don’t feel the same way? What if I hate you?” She whispered and Jonathan looked up at the ceiling tiles. He knew that it was a possibility and he was prepared to accept it. He put his chin on top of her head and exhaled slowly. 

“Do you?” he asked, “Do you hate me?” 

Margaret thought for a moment and shook her head against his chest, “no.” Jonathan sighed in relief and pulled her even closer, kissing her head. She gripped his shirt gently in her hands, her fists clenched against his back. After a few minutes she pulled away and went to the sink where she splashed cold water on her face. She rubbed cold water over the back of her neck and took a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, wiping the water away. He watched her with a sense of wanting, wishing that he could touch her face how she was now. He crossed his arms over his chest and rested on one hip, jutting the other out. He sucked on his bottom lip and leaned his head back against the yellow tile of the outdated bathroom. He built up the nerve and left the wall, standing beside her at the sink. He took the paper towel from her hands and wiped the skin beneath her jaw and below her collar. He kissed each place after he wiped it and she closed her eyes, breathing softly through her parted lips. Then he kissed her and she brought her hands to his neck, tracing the lines of tendons in his neck. He pulled away and threw the paper towel into the trash. 

“You’ll be ok?” He asked and she smiled softly from the sink. 

“Yeah. You?” She asked and he nodded. 

“Yeah,” he smiled back and left the bathroom. He smiled to himself as he went back to his room. He sat on his bed as the sun set, his hands clasped around the back of his neck. He sat like that for what felt like hours. He rubbed his eyes and kicked off his shoes, realizing how long he had been sitting there, staring at the floor. The razor, still lying by the wall, caught his eye. Jonathan crossed the room and grabbed it from the floor. He twirled it in his fingers again and studied the sharp edge. The release of pain was always nice but he hated the way the blade had felt, stinging as it would slice through him. He put the blade back into his carton of cigarettes and pushed the box further away on the table so that he wouldn’t see it. The sun had completely set by now and he stood at the window. The bars blurred in his vision so he could only see the garden outside. He thought about Toby and how they had escaped over the wall for the night, and how he had come back to Margaret waiting for him in his room. The thought of her prickled his skin and jumped his heart. Why couldn’t they find comfort in pain, especially when it was in each other? Maybe this wasn’t just a momentary salve, what if there was a reason why they were both here together? Life was never ensured and he was young and wanted everything out of life while he could still bear being alive. The analog clock on the wall read midnight and he sighed quietly, trying to make himself tired. Time changed shapes when he was depressed, it slipped by quicker than he could understand or it slowed down to a painful trickle. The corridors were quiet outside and the night nurses retired to the office, listening out for the sound of harm. Jonathan’s door clicked open and he jerked around, expecting to see a nurse. 

Margaret closed the door quietly behind her and looked at him, a shy smile coming to her lips. His silhouette blocked the light from coming in through the window but she could still make out his sharp face in the shadow. She walked up to him and kissed him softly, her hands finding the angular shapes in his face. His lips were slightly chapped and he licked them when she pulled away for breath. 

“You’re here,” he whispered and she nodded. 

“You were right. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” he put his hands around her hips and ran his thumbs up and down. Her white nightgown glowed in whatever light still managed to shine through the small window. Like before, he could see the shape of her body below the clothes and he shivered. She wore no shoes so she stood on the balls of her feet to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned into her and supported her hips as she balanced. She took a step back and panted slightly, he watched her, his lips pink from kissing. She took the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head and dropped it ungracefully to the floor. Jonathan stared at her as his heart quickened further. He thought he knew what was happening but he wanted her to lead him, he wanted her to be in control as it started, so he waited until she went back to him and unbuttoned his cardigan. He kept his arms by his sides and let her push the cardigan off his shoulders and down his arms. She studied his body as she undressed it slowly. She unbuttoned his top, the one that was still too short on his arms, and paused when his chest was exposed. With her shaky fingers, she traced the line of his sternum down to his navel. His stomach flinched below her cold touch and he smiled as he watched her, her lips held open in awe. She took off his shirt slowly and kissed his collarbones up to his shoulders. He yearned to undress her immediately but he waited for her to explore him completely at her own pace. 

Margaret looked up at his eyes that looked royal blue in the dark and hooked her fingers around the waistband of his pants. He nodded and she pulled down his pants, so he stood with only his boxers and socks on. She stepped back once again and looked at him. His chest was hairless and smooth, there was some scarring from old acne at the base of his neck. He had long lanky legs and longer dark hair that swept naturally to either side of his face. He was beautiful, she thought to herself. He could tell that she was giving him his turn, waiting for him to touch her as she had touched him. He approached her slowly and started by tucking her hair behind her ear. She closed her head and leaned into his gentle touch, he smiled. Jonathan ran his index fingers down either side of her chest to her navel and bunched the fabric of her nightgown into his hands. Then he moved his fingers to the cuffs of her sleeves and played with the small eyelets of lace decorating each one. He smiled down at her and when she opened her eyes, she smiled back. 

“Are you ready?” He asked her quietly and she nodded.

“Yes.”

Jonathan returned his hands to the fabric around her navel and pulled the dress up and over her head. Her hair fell back against her shoulders when the gown left her head. He put the dress aside and looked down at her bare chest. He didn't expect her breasts to be bare below the gown and the sight of them made him blush. His hands rushed to touch them but he managed to slow down his movements, touching her ribs first before sliding his dry hands over her chest. She exhaled shakily as he cupped and squeezed her breasts in his hands. It was like he was seeing a girl naked for the first time, though he was not a virgin by any means. He knew she was, he could tell without her having to say the words. So these moments were important to her and he wanted to honor that. He moved his hands up to the base of her neck and he kissed her. He lowered himself slowly to the ground, to his knees, and looked up at her. She looked down at him with a mix of fear and anticipation. He smirked reassuringly and kissed the front of her underwear. 

“Can I taste you?” He asked quietly and she drew in a shaky breath before nodding with a small whimper. He slowly pulled down the waistband of her underwear, exposing her cunt, and left the underwear half-way up her thighs. He felt his erection push against his boxers as he placed a second kiss on her cunt and she gasped quietly. His hands held her thighs still as he licked the closed entrance, guarded by a small gathering of hair. He lowered his head farther and ran his tongue up and down her slit. She gasped softly as he did so and her hands found his shoulders which she squeezed. He raised his head and kissed her navel where she had a small freckle. He pulled her underwear down the rest of the way and helped her step out of it. He stood up and cupped her face in his hands. 

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered and she held his wrist, looking up into his blue eyes. 

“Will you fuck me?” She asked him slowly and he smiled. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah.”

She kissed him and breathed deeply through her nose, catching his scent and relaxing against him. Jonathan guided her to his bed and they both crawled onto the mattress and sat on their knees, kissing each other hungrily. She lowered herself back onto the bed, her head at the foot of his bed. He supported himself above her, his arms on either side of her head, careful to avoid her hair as it spread out around her head. He looked at her, startled by exactly how beautiful she really was. He kissed down her chest and held the tops of her thighs in his arms, lowering his head to taste her again. She squirmed as he nibbled at her thighs and traced her labia with his tongue. He sucked and prodded her while she whimpered quietly, her hands still gripped around his shoulders. He hummed against her and she moaned, her hand snapped against her mouth to ensure that she wouldn’t be too loud. He came up for air and smiled. She was arching her back against the mattress, her chest rising and falling with excitement. 

“Are you ready for me?” He asked her and she propped herself up on her elbows. 

“I think so,” she whispered.

“I’ll go slow, ok?” He nodded reassuringly and she smiled nervously. 

“Ok.” 

He slid off his boxers, showing his erection. Margaret looked at him, her brows furrowed in fear. He noticed her expression and cupped her cheek with his hand. 

“Hey, it’ll be ok. You can tell me to stop anytime and we’ll take everything slow.” She smiled softly and nodded again. He spat on his hand and fisted himself slowly, coating his erection with the lubricant. He moved the head of his erection against her and pressed gently at the small opening. “It’ll hurt a little at first. I’ll try to be gentle, tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He rubbed the side of her thigh and pushed inside her just a little. She exhaled stiffly and he pushed a little farther. 

“Relax, It’ll feel better for you if you do.” He cupped her face and waited for her to relax around him before going all the way in. She gasped sharply when he was inside but as soon as he was, her body opened to accommodate him. The stretch of him inside her was nice and she caught her breath. 

“Ready?” he smiled, his arms propping himself up above her. She nodded enthusiastically and slid her hands up his chest, to his neck. 

“Yes, I’m ready. I’m so ready.” She whispered and he chuckled softly. He thrusted farther before pulling out and doing it again. She learned how to catch and release her breath as he entered her, hitting a spot that made her gasp in pleasure. She didn’t think that penetration could feel so good. Jonathan panted and tried to compose himself as he slid in and out of her tight cunt. He moved slowly above her and shivered in pleasure at the sound of her quiet moans. He dropped his face close to hers and watched each other as they opened their mouths in silent gasps, exchanging hot breath. 

“Faster,” she whispered and put her hands on his lower back, pulling him farther inside her. 

“Fuck,” he gasped weakly and moved his hips quicker, her walls tightened around him as she squeezed her thighs. The bed squeaked quietly beneath them and she laughed quietly, bracing one hand against the wall beside them. 

“Jesus, Jonathan…” she gasped and threw her head back against the mattress, “so good…” was all she managed to get out and he cupped her breast with his free hand. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Jonathan cursed and changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting her G-spot exactly. She gasped loudly and covered her mouth quickly. He covered her hand with his hand and went faster, hitting the spot again and again. He watched her eagerly as her eyes rolled back into her head and she grew wetter around him. He gasped quietly and panted, the muscles in his back flexing and relaxing with each thrust. 

“You’re going to cum,” he panted out and she nodded breathlessly beneath their hands. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him as far as he could go inside her and he tried to quiet his involuntary whimpers as she kept gripping around him and coercing him deeper and deeper inside. Finally she came and he felt her finish around him. She moaned into her hand and he helped stifle the noise as she finished. He pulled out and kissed her, his hands now pulling the cum from between her legs and coating his still-erect penis. He fisted himself as she kissed him, sucking on his tongue and his lips as she came down from her organsmic high. He was still wet and hot from being inside her and he finished in his hand, shooting his cum onto the cement floor. He broke their kiss and panted heavily above her, his arm now tired from masturbating. 

“Did you finish?” She asked softly and he nodded. “You pulled out,” she observed and Jonathan smiled. 

“You said you were scared of getting pregnant,” he laughed, letting his head fall against her stomach. She smiled, contracting the muscles in her abdomen, and she carded her fingers through his hair. He turned his head to rest his cheek on her bare stomach and looked up at her. She stared straight up at the ceiling and twirled his hair. 

“Was it ok? Did it hurt?” He asked softly and she shook her head. 

“It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It was really good, Jonathan,” she sat up and he rolled over to rest his head on her thigh. She leaned over him and kissed him. He sat up and ran his hand around her waist, kissing her more. 

“You were so perfect,” he whispered. 

“Is this how it’s supposed to end?” She asked him as he pulled away. He furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Do I go back to my room now? I don’t know what people do after sex.” She pulled her hair around her shoulder and braided it nervously. He laughed lightly and shook his head.

“No, no. You can stay here. I want you to stay here…” he trailed off and admired how her body looked in the moonlight after they had fucked. Her face was flushed and her lips were wet from kissing. 

“Ok,” she dropped her hair and nodded slowly, “I'll stay.” 

“Good.” He smiled and reached over the bed for their clothes. He pulled the sweater over her head and rubbed her arms to warm them up. She pulled on her cotton underwear while he put his pants back on. He pulled down the covers for the first time since getting there and they crawled beneath the blankets. They faced each other and Jonathan petted her hair away from her face, absorbed by how soft she was.  

“Your lip’s getting better,” he observed and she smiled. 

“Who would’ve thought,” she joked. They stayed there in silence, Jonathan stroking her hair. Margaret shifted closer to him in bed where it was warmer. “Are you tired?” she asked in a low voice and Jonathan nodded slowly. 

“Yeah, a little.”

“Did it take a lot of energy?” 

“To fuck you?” He smiled. 

“Yeah,” she laughed quietly and he shrugged. 

“Yeah but it was worth it. I like being tired after. I liked making you cum.” He added at the end with a smirk. 

“I liked it too. I like you.” She nestled her head below his and he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head and waited for her to fall asleep before drifting off himself. She smelled like the outside, fresh and clean like rain. The smell washed him away.

----

The end? lmk below if I should continue this series :)

[marvelslut16]

The Incident

Prompt number: 14 "If you don't stop now-"

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Rating: T(een)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Swearing. Cannon typical gore- but not too detailed. Insecure reader. Mean Steve. Nightmares. Demodogs. Embarrassing parents.

A/N: This bad boy has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now, I'm so glad I found the motivation to finish it and post it for Fictober!

You’re leaned up against the counter at family video as Steve complains for what feels like the thousandth time about how much he misses Nancy. You roll your eyes at Robin who’s standing behind the counter as Steve’s voice carries over the shelves of the empty store. The entire time you’ve known Steve he’s been obsessed with Nancy, and you can’t for the life of you figure out why. She’s not that special and she clearly doesn’t love him. 

“You’re such a masochist,” you sigh when he comes back to the counter to get more VHS’ to put away. 

“A what?” his voice is hard, he’s confused by the word but he knows the implication is insulting. 

“A masochist, it means you like pain and humiliation,” Steve is glaring at you, and not a playful one you're used to, this one is full of hatred. You know you should stop, especially with the look he’s giving you, but your mouth has a mind of its own and it just keeps talking. “I mean seriously, that's the only reason I can think of that you’re still acting like this. Nancy’s with Jonathan, she’s in love with him. Hence why she’s visiting him in California over break right now. She’s also told me that she doesn’t want kids and you’ve said more than once that you want your own little basketball team, you two will never work out. I don’t mean to be rude or mean in any way, I just don’t want you to keep hurting yourself over someone who isn’t into you.”

“I don’t know why you think I’d take relationship advice from someone who’s never been in one. You were a nobody before I met you, and let’s face it, you’re still a nobody now,” you can feel tears welling up at his words, but you refuse to cry in front of him, refuse to give him the satisfaction of your tears. It hurts so much because he’s voicing your inner fears, he must not be lying if he feels how you imagined he must be feeling. “The only reason you have friends is because you clung to us after the whole demodog incident, you didn’t give us a choice.”

“Steve!” Robin jumps in, seeing the hurt on your face and the tears in your eyes. She knows Steve is only lashing out because you’re right and he doesn’t want to admit it, but she can also tell that he’s about to lose your friendship. “If you don’t stop now-”

“It’s fine Robin,” you can’t muster a voice louder than a whisper. “Steve’s right, I have no room to talk. My break at the arcade is almost over, so I better get going.”

You spend the rest of your shift behind the counter as silent tears slip down your cheeks. Steve’s words replaying in your head over and over again, your heart fracturing more and more each time. You’re disappointed, but not surprised, when Steve doesn’t stop in to check on you and apologize when his shift is over. You know Robin would have stopped in to talk, had Steve not been driving her home after work. 

The next few days are a blur of tears and work. You don’t go over to family video once, and he doesn’t come to the arcade. Robin calls you every night to try and get you to open up about your feelings, but you never do. You wish she would just let it go and let you go back to not having friends, just like Steve said. And when the party, minus Mike- who’s still in California, come into the arcade and you hope they won’t notice you. 

“Hey (Y/N)!” Dustin spots you almost instantly, you sigh at the promise of his meddling. “Are we still on for movie night this weekend? Forcing Steve to watch the best trilogy known to man?”

“I can’t this weekend Dustin,” your heart hurts a little when the boy's excited grin turns into a frown. But you have to remind yourself that none of them actually care for you, they only include you in things because you’ve forced yourself on them. 

“Okay, when are you free next week?” he tries to reschedule, but you won’t fall for his caring act.

“I’m not, school starts back up next week and I won’t have time between that and work to have a movie night. You two have it without me, you’ll probably have more fun anyway.”

Dustin walks away confused and dejected, but there isn’t much else for you to say. It’s awkward the rest of your shift, the party spending all day there, where they throw glances your way the whole time. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, when your mom picks you up from work, she wants to go to Family Video and rent a movie for family night this weekend. 

“So you’re Steve and Robin?” your mom asks, setting Back To The Future on the counter. It took her twenty long minutes to decide on a movie that she’s already rented, twice. 

“Yes ma’am,” Robin answers, using her professional voice. You take small steps back, seeing the writing on the wall, you desperately want to get out of there before she can continue. 

“Well I’ll be,” your mom lets out a little laugh. “When my (Y/N) said she was friends with the Robin and Steve that work here, I never would have guessed she meant Steve Harrington, former star of the Hawkins basketball and Swim teams.”

“(Y/N/N) is great,” Steve says awkwardly, like he’s trying to force something nice about you out. “We’ve been friends for a few years now.”

“Mom, can we go now?” you practically beg, wanting nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“C’mon sweetie, I’m just trying to meet your friends,” she turns back to the two behind the counter. “She just goes on and on about you two, all good things of course! I’m just so happy she’s made such good friends.”

“Okay mom,” you whine, taking another step back. “You’ve embarrassed me enough, let's just hurry up and rent the movie.”

Thankfully, Robin takes pity on you and quickly starts ringing your mother up, but not without trying to upsell her some candy because it will give her a commission. Your mom finally settles on buying some Sno Caps, and you can practically taste sweet freedom as she hands Robin some cash. But Steve ruins that when he opens his big fat- gorgeous- mouth. 

“(Y/N/N), we finally got Fright Night in, if you still want to rent it,” you wrinkle your nose, it was a movie you were supposed to watch with him and Robin, far far away from your parents. 

“That horror movie?” your mom asks in disgust, giving you an obvious look of disappointment. “She’s not allowed to watch horror movies, especially not with all of her nightmares!”

“Mom, please,” you mutter, trying to pull her away from the counter, away from Steve, and out of the damn store.

“Nightmares?” Steve asks, his face instantly softening. “You’ve never told me about your nightmares.”

“She wakes up screaming about some stupid dogs,” your mother tells him, and your eyes well up with tears of embarrassment. “It’s every single night.”

Steve’s words from earlier this week play in your head on repeat ‘you clung to us after the demodog incident, you didn’t give us a choice.’ It feels like all of the air is being sucked out of your lungs as your mom reveals your deepest darkest secret- one she’ll never understand. She’ll never understand what it was like that day, wandering through the woods when all of a sudden this dog-like creature with a cone head is standing in front of you and its face opening like a deadly flower. She’ll never know what it was like being knocked off her feet when that thing jumped on her and only being saved at the very last minute when the King of Hawkins himself whacked that thing off with a nailed bat. She’ll never know what it was like to be that close to death, that close to just being another Barb, disappearing without a trace.

Of course it haunts you, it was a near death experience, and you certainly can’t talk to a professional about it. No one would believe you, and they would probably lock you up in some mental institution if you ever muttered a word of it. You do your best to forget it day in and day out, but every time night rolls around you always remember every single detail; like how hot the demodogs breath was, or how many rows of teeth it had, how heavy it was on top of you.

“I’m gonna go now,” you hold back the tears as you race out the movie store’s front door. You can feel the burning gazes of both Steve and Robin on your retreating figure, but you can’t be by them. You can’t explain this to them. You’re going to have to move within the next day or two so you don’t have to face them ever again. 

The ride home from the movie store is dead silent, not even an apology from your mother for telling your friends about your nightmares. All you get from her are side eyes and glares, you can tell she’s silent seething because you were planning to disobey her and watch a horror movie. What she doesn’t understand is that horror movies help, the fake gore and the illogical plots somehow comfort you and make you feel better about what you’ve gone through. 

You go straight to your room, forgoing dinner to just sob into your pillow. Not only have you lost your friends, but now they know just how pathetic you truly are. All you have are nightmare after nightmare, waking up screaming and crying more times than you can count. This time Steve doesn’t come to rescue you, he just stares from the sidelines with that same glare he gave you the day of the fight, and no one else tries to step in and help you. You’re all alone. 

No matter how bad of a night you had, or how much you begged to stay home from work, your mother forced you to go. She drives you there and waits outside until you go in, you can see through the windows that she waited a whole five minutes before leaving so you can’t sneak out. The drive over she was going on and on about responsibility and being an adult, and how you can’t just bail on your duties because you had one bad night. You would’ve come to work today no problem, tired but with no complaints, if the Arcade wasn’t right next to Family Video. Right next to Steve. 

Most of your day goes smoothly, just rowdy preteens playing the twenty arcade games you have squished in there, nothing horrible happening. That is until around two in the afternoon when the door jingles and your eyes zero in on that unmistakable hair in the doorway. You contemplate running and hiding in the back room, but losing your job for leaving the floor unmanned is the last thing you want or need to add to the very large load of crap your life is becoming. 

Even if you had decided to hide in the back room, Steve is in front of you at the counter quicker than you could have hid. You refuse to look him in the eye, instead looking at the shiny nametag glinting in the few overhead lights. He stares at you for what feels like forever before finally sighing and then talking.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have nightmares?” he cuts right to the chase,, his voice is monotonous and you can’t tell if he’s trying to sympathize with you or come off condescending. 

“We all have our secrets,” you sneer, not understanding why he’s being nice to you all of a sudden. “It’s not like you care, so just drop it.”

“You don’t mean that-” you cut him off with a glare, finally looking into his puppy dog eyes. The ones you used to melt in every time he looked at you.

“Like hell I don’t!” you whisper harshly, not trying to draw attention from the kids in the Arcade. “You don’t care. Steve. So for both of our sakes, please stop pretending like you do. What I said the other day was harsh, but I meant it from a place of love and caring. What you said the other day was a low blow and said to hurt me. Let’s just go back to how things used to be, neither of us acknowledging that the other exists.”

You turn to go hide in the back room, job security be damned, you just need to get away from Steve. He can’t see you cry over him, you refuse to let him. But his hand catches your wrist, spinning you around to face him again.

“I do care about you (Y/N), and I didn’t mean what I said,” he grips your hand harder, pulling you closer to the class case that divides you. “I was embarrassed because you were right, you always are, and I wasn’t ready to hear it. If I could go back and keep myself from saying those things, I would do it in a heartbeat!”

“Your life will be just fine without me, and soon enough you’ll just forget about me, I’ll just be that girl you see around town, the one you used to know.”

“No it won’t, don’t say that!” Steve cups your face, making sure you make eye contact with him before continuing. “Life without you would suck, it would be so boring. What would I do without that adorable little giggle you make when I tell a horrible joke? Or the way you ramble excitedly about the things you love? Or the cute way you scrunch your nose when you're confused or embarrassed? What would I do without your goodnight calls and our coordinated lunch breaks? How would I survive without you lighting up every single room you walk in? Without you lighting up my life? You’re everything to me (Y/N), and I’m sorry it took me losing you to realize it. And if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life apologizing to you for what I said and doing my best to scare away those nightmares.”

“Do you really mean that?” you sniffle, a single tear falling from your eye. 

“I do, I mean it,” Steve says with so much conviction as he wipes the tear from your cheek. “I love you. Not Nancy, you. It’ll always be you.”

“I love you too, I always have,” your wet laugh is cut off by a searing kiss.  

[oh-stars]

Finally, Pt. 2

Part One | WC: 1,707

When Robin’s ready, she heads straight for the living room. Steve’s still not there, but the rest of their friends are settled around the place like they live there. It’s fantastic, it’s everything they’ve ever wanted for their home. 

As soon as she walks in, Eddie jumps up from the throne of a recliner they have. “Your seat, m’lady,” Eddie says, motioning to the seat. 

She smiles her thanks and eases herself into the sunken cushions. It’s like a hug and that’s exactly what she needs if she’s going to get through this. Looking at her friends' faces for the first time since her first trimester, Robin realizes just how much she’s missed them. They got together for Erica’s graduation before life took over and it was just harder to get together in general, let alone while Robin was suffering through her pregnancy. 

Not that they had any idea. 

“You ready?” Eddie whispers. 

“As I’ll ever be. Can you go get Steve?” 

“Yeah, where’s he at?” Dustin asks, crossing his arms. “I called three times yesterday and he didn’t answer. I had important news to share.” 

“Important?” Max scoffs. “Please tell me it’s not that game–” 

“You know it is.” 

Eddie snaps his fingers. “Hey,” he hisses, “knock it off. Everyone has to be super quiet when Steve walks in. Deal?” 

No one seems surprised by this request, so Eddie slips away. Robin keeps her eyes on the faces around her, anxiety suddenly clinging to her insides with a grip. They’re whispering among one another, mouthing words instead of actually speaking, like they do when Steve has a migraine. 

But this is no migraine. 

This is a new human that she created with Steve that they’re introducing for the first time. 

Oh my god, what was she thinking springing this on them? 

Before she can hyperventilate, Eddie and Steve shuffle back in, with Bubs bundled in Steve’s arms. 

“Is that…” Lucas asks, pointing at the bundle. 

“Why do you have a baby?” Dustin asks, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. 

Nancy leans forward. “Is this why you skipped coming down for the summer?” 

Steve walks over to Robin. “Look at him,” he says, barely glancing up from their baby’s sleepy face. “It’s like he’s drunk.” 

They’ve gotten really good at the transfers lately, but she still holds her breath until her baby is nestled against her chest, head on her shoulder, and safe. “He does look drunk,” she says, smoothing the hair on his head down. 

“Partially,” Steve answers as he pulls away from Robin and the baby.. 

“We didn’t have the funds, either,” Eddie adds. “Birdie missed a lot of work early on and we couldn’t afford to take time off when she was down for the count.” 

Robin looks away from Bubs’ drooping eyes, eyes that are definitely Steve shaped, and sees the look of… awe in her friends. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Nancy asks, a touch of hurt in her voice. 

She takes a deep breath, but doesn’t get a chance to respond before Dustin’s saying something again. 

“You owe me a hundred, Maxine,” he crows. “You don’t get more proof that Steve and Robin are hooking up than a baby.” 

Max rolls her eyes. “There are more ways than one to have a baby, dipshit.” 

Lucas pinches her arm. “Don’t cuss in front of a baby!”  

“It’s fine!” 

“Hey,” Eddie hisses quietly. “Knock it off.” 

Eleven shuffles forward and kneels beside Robin to peer down. “It is a boy?” 

“Yes,” Robin says, moving the blanket he’s swaddled in further from his face. “He’s only three days old.” 

“He is pretty,” she whispers. 

“Does he have a name?” Jonathan asks. 

Robin looks to Steve, who’s already looking at him. “I gave birth to him, you can tell your other children.” 

Steve sighs, looking to the ceiling as he accepts his fate. “No,” he says as he addresses the group, his eyes falling on Erica. “That would be Erica’s job.” 

She looks startled, but Robin’s sure she can only tell because she knows Erica well. It only lasts for a minute before a smug smile crosses her face and she gets up to move closer and hover over the baby. 

“Why does she get to name him?” Dustin squawks. 

“Yeah, what makes her so special?” Mike adds. 

Steve rolls his eyes. “As a part of Operation Child Endangerment, among the ice cream for life deal, Robin and I agreed that she could name our first born child if she helped out. And I’m a man of my word, so,” Steve says, motioning to Erica and the baby. 

“You really trust her to name your kid?” Will asks, wincing. 

Erica’s head whips around to shoot daggers at them all. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Will blushes and shrugs. 

“It means,” Lucas says, “that you’re still a baby yourself–” 

“I’m a legal adult, thank you,” Erica huffs, crossing her arms. 

Bubs starts to fuss, squirming in Robin’s arms as the noise starts to rise. It shuts everyone up, all eyes on him. 

“Holy shit, this is real,” Dustin says. 

“Why wouldn’t it be real?” Max asks. 

Dustin doesn’t say anything and soon everyone is crowding around her. “Can I hold him?” Dustin asks. 

“No,” Steve says, before Robin can get to it. “And back up.” He shoos everyone away from Robin. “You can’t get in his face. It’s not healthy.” 

“We don’t want a bunch of people holding him just yet,” Robin says, “not until his immune system is stronger.” 

“Outside of me, Rob, Ed–”

“Why does Eddie get to hold him?” Dustin asks. 

“Because Eddie lives here,” Eddie says, his voice coming from above Robin. She hadn’t noticed he’d moved above her. 

Steve nods. “Exactly. Otherwise, you guys can discuss which two people can hold him this time.” 

She tunes out the discussion, eyes finding their way back to Bubs’ face. 

It takes an hour for them to decide, but the group deems Erica and Dustin should get to hold the baby. Mostly because of Scoops Troop rules, but also since the majority of the group realized holding a newborn is kind of terrifying, it limited who actually wanted to hold him. 

Dustin holds Bubs first and cries over him, sniffling to the point everyone had tears in their eyes. Robin couldn’t hear what he was whispering to the baby, but it didn’t really matter since she was crying anyway. At least she can blame it on the hormones. 

Bubs got fussy again though, so Steve took him to change his diaper and settle him. It was while he was gone that Erica sat beside Robin on the arm of the recliner. “You’re really trusting me to name him?” she asked softly. 

“I’d much rather you name him than half of these dweebs.” She gives Erica a small smile. “And Steve and I couldn’t agree on what type of name. He wants sentimental and I want something that feels modern. It was easier to agree on fulfilling our debt to you than actually coming up with a name.” 

“Gee, thanks,” Erica says, rolling her eyes. She softens though and leans against Robin’s arm. 

When Steve comes back in, a new onesie and blanket on Bubs, he raises an eyebrow at Erica. 

She slides off the arm and switches places with Dustin to sit on the sofa. Erica looks so young as she holds him, all stiff limbs and wide eyes. 

Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie end up ordering pizza for everyone, taking orders and getting everything squared away in the kitchen. The others are whispering about their plans in the city now that they have a baby to consider and in turn, the order on who gets to hold the baby next time. 

It’s then that Erica looks up at both Steve and Robin and grins. “I have a name.” 

Steve sits down beside her. Robin leans forward. 

“Jackson Eric.” 

Oh. She loves it. 

Robin wipes at her eyes. “That’s perfect,” she laughs. 

“Where’d you get that one?” Steve asks, wrapping an arm around her and brushing his finger along Jackson’s chubby cheek. 

“Jack is from Lady Applejack, who I debuted with you two,” she says, “and -son comes from Dustin’s last name. I considered doing his middle name, but it’s Michael and there can’t be any confusion on who he’s named after.” 

Steve’s eyes are sparkling when he looks up at Robin, barely holding back his own laughter. 

“And Eric is me, obviously.” 

“Sentimental,” Robin says, “yet modern. Good work.” 

“Did you doubt me?” 

Steve shakes his head. “Never.” 

“Jackson Buckley,” Robin says. “Has a good ring to it.” 

“Our son has a name,” Steve says as he pulls away from Erica to take a seat on the arm of the recliner. 

Robin hugs him, mostly because she feels this deep need to be close to him. “I’m still not over the fact we have a kid to begin with.” 

“It was your idea.” 

“Speaking of,” Dustin cuts in, “can we get back to how you two are obviously together?” 

“Oh my god,” Robin groans. “He just doesn’t stop.” 

“Dude,” Steve sighs. “How many times do we have to say it?” 

“Platonic with a capital P,” everyone in the room recites. 

Dustin rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You can deny it all you want, but I know. We all know.” 

“You know nothing,” Eddie says with a snort. “Heard we’ve got a name?” He sits on the other arm of the recliner, leaning back to put his arm around the back. 

Robin smiles at Erica. “You want to introduce him?” 

She nods and adjusts her hold. “This is Jackson Eric Buckley.” 

“Erica, you didn’t,” Lucas groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Steve pushes Lucas’ arm gently. “We love it, it’s staying.” 

“Does this mean you’re going to name your next kid after us?” Max asks with a grin. Robin laughs, can’t help it. Here she thought they’d be furious with her, with them, for hiding the pregnancy, and yet they’re nothing but accepting. Sure, there’s probably bigger conversations to be had when the excitement settles and she can actually talk to Nancy and Jonathan, but for now, it’s all smiles and coos at Jackson.

----

Tag List from first one (sorry for the tag lol): @8em-em-em8 @fairytalesreality @lawrencebshoggoth @kal-ology @princessstevemunson @marismorar

And thanks to @lady-lostmind for the name help and betaing!

If I ever write more of this universe, I'm naming it Platonic Parents so you can keep an eye on that tag if you want. It's also on ao3 under the same series name

Ao3 link

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 10 Prompt: Nice & Naughty

18+ only please!

Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Is A Tease, Candy Canes, Fade to Black Smut, Holiday Party

wc: 1882 | Rating: M

Read on ao3 | ao3 collection

There are only two possible outcomes for tonight. 

Either Steve is going to kill Eddie. 

Or Eddie’s going to kill Steve. 

He’s still not sure which is the better option. 

It’s not how the night was supposed to go. Not in the slightest. 

All he wanted was to come home from work, quickly change, and head out to Robin and Nancy’s first annual Christmas party. He’d promised her he wouldn’t be late and even if he didn’t, her threats of castration were enough drive to make sure he stayed on time. 

Of course, he failed to account for the menace he called the love of his life. 

Eddie didn’t face the same level of threats as Steve did if they were late to the party. Nor did he endure an eight-and-a-half-hour day refereeing children hyped up on candy and the promise of winter break.

Instead, he spent the day at home, bored and alone. Or at least, bored and alone until he miraculously stumbled on the handmade Christmas gift Steve had been hiding for weeks now. The little shit. Weeks of planning, careful grooming, and slightly embarrassing photo sessions with Jonathan were ruined the minute Steve opened the front door to find Eddie flipping through the calendar on the couch. 

It’s not that he’s mad at him for snooping, truthfully, he should have hidden the calendar better. He just wanted to be there when he opened the gift and realized what the pages held. Sure, Eddie still looks dazed and love-struck, but it’s not the same as the initial reaction he knows would have turned his pale face a beautiful blushing red. 

Of course, staring at erotic and occasionally nude pictures of Steve all afternoon had an effect on Eddie. One that left him needy and hungry the minute his eyes lifted from the carefully crafted calendar spread to meet Steve’s judgmental gaze. 

Maybe it’s because he is a little mad about the ruined gift, or maybe it’s because he really does fear Robin’s wrath. Whatever the case, Steve had brushed off Eddie’s advances (and there were a lot of them) and managed to get them dressed and out of the house on time. 

He was paying the price for it now, though. 

If there’s anything worse than a bored Eddie, it’s a horny Eddie who has yet to be satisfied. 

“Are you aware your boyfriend is currently deep-throating a candy cane right now?” Robin asks, starting him from his staring. 

Steve’s not fond of the noise he makes that slips passed his lips. It’s nothing Robin hasn’t heard before (they spent five years as roommates and they have the mental scars to prove it), but its still embarrassing. Especially when anyone at this godforsaken party can hear him. 

He’s going to kill him. 

“Unfortunately,” Steve groans, tipping his head back as he wills himself to pull it together. There is a time and a place to indulge his horny boyfriend and his platonic soulmate and his ex-girlfriend's first annual holiday party in their house is not one of them. 

“Awesome,” Robin says, clicking her tongue. “So, like, are you going to stop him?” 

With a deep sigh, Steve’s hands come to rest on his hips as he rights himself. Eddie’s in his peripheral now as he turns to face Robin, but he can still see him seductively going to town on the ginormous candy cane. Making a show of it, dragging his tongue from where his hand grips the base up to the curved tip of the stupid candy. Lips parting in that beautiful ‘o’ before he puckers them and sucks on the peppermint stick. 

Christ. 

“I don’t think you’d approve of how I’d stop him.” 

On cue, Robin’s nose wrinkles as if she’s smelt something horrible. Which isn’t possible given the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen and the many candles lit around the room. 

“Gross!”

“Hey, you asked!” 

“Yeah, only because he’s making a scene and I’m pretty sure if you don’t stop him, Benjamin is going to break his own HR PDA rules and steal your man.” 

“Over my dead fucking body,” Steve huffs. 

Benjamin from HR would be lucky to get within ten feet of Eddie whenever Steve’s around. Some may call him overprotective, but he’s just giving into his primitive nature. The one that says Eddie is his and only his so kindly fuck all the way off. 

He’s about to tell Robin as much when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. A familiar tuff of red hair practically skipping towards Eddie’s whose moved on from the candy cane and is now doing the most dipping a warm cookie into a mug of eggnog. 

“Is it just me or is Benjamin making eyes at Eddie?” Nancy asks, appearing out of thin air. 

This time Steve doesn’t mind the noise that escapes him. If he’s honest, he wishes it was louder. An animalistic growl that would warn Benjamin to back up without him having to drag himself over to Eddie. Unfortunately, the music is too loud and Benjamin is too entranced so Steve has no choice but to physical intervene. 

“Robs, Nance, this party has been great and I really wish we could stay,” he says, glancing over his shoulder to find Benjamin’s hand patting Eddie’s shoulder affectionately. “But I don’t think you or your guests would enjoy what’s about to happen.” 

Without another word, Steve slams his mug of eggnog down on the table behind him and stalks across the room. Sure enough, Benjamin is making eyes at Eddie. Steve can tell Eddie’s uncomfortable by the way he’s standing; shoulder high, arms stiff at his side. It doesn’t stop him from giving Benjamin a playful look in return when he spots Steve staring. 

Little shit. 

“Hey, Eds,” Steve says, slipping his arm around Eddie’s waist with practiced ease. “Think it’s time we head out, don’t ya think?”

“Aw, already?” Eddie whines, barely looking at him. “But me and Benjamin were just getting to know each other.” 

Steve hums as his fingers come to pinch the delicate skin on Eddie’s hip. A warning. “M’sure you were, but we have that thing we need to finish up.”

“I think it can wait a little longer.” 

“I really don’t think so,” Steve says, trying his best to keep his voice even. 

Benjamin’s watching them, eyes moving between them like a pingpong ball. He might be a so-called expert on human relations, but he clearly seems lost right now. It’s actually hilarious when Steve really thinks about it. Benjamin’s met them a handful of times before and yet he’s failed to realize they’re an item. 

“It was nice seeing you again, Benjamin,” Steve says, extending his free arm out for a friendly handshake. “Have a happy holiday!” 

Steve drags Eddie to the car in a half sprint/half jog that leaves them both breathless in all the wrong ways. Always the gentleman, he opens the car door for Eddie before slamming it shut and stalking over to the driver’s seat. 

They’re on the road for less than five minutes when Steve feels Eddie’s hand creeping up his thigh. A quick glance and he sees the want pooling in those damn brown eyes as his. 

“You really think you deserve this after tonight?” Steve snaps, swatting Eddie’s hand away from his lap. 

“Oh like you’ve been any better,” Eddie scoffs. “All those pretty pictures you had taken of yourself?” 

“That was a private Christmas gift!” Steve defends. His grip on the steering wheel tightens as Eddie hand falls back on his lap, fingers drumming against the strong muscle of his thigh. “One you snooped around and found! And don’t even get me started on your little candy cane show a minute ago.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” Eddie says, batting his stupid eyelashes. 

The light ahead of them changes from yellow to red and Steve slowly eases his foot off the gas. With the car rolling to a stop, he tears his eyes away from the street and drinks Eddie in. The soft streetlights cast a halo of light around his dark curls, already unruly from the winter breeze. His lips are plush and red stained from the stupid candy cane and his eyes are still blown just as wide as they were hours ago when Steve caught him red handed. He’s fucking beautiful. 

Steve can’t wait to destroy him. 

“You’ve been naughty.” 

Eddie hums, leaning across the center console so he’s firmly in Steve’s space. The hand on Steve’s laps moves higher, fingers pressing into the tightening denim around his dick.  His lips find the shell of his ear, hot breath fanning over him that sends a shiver down his spine. 

“Naughty enough to be punished?” 

The light changes but Steve doesn’t move. He’s caught in a trance under Eddie’s careful hand and wild eyes. Santa Claus and his hoard of reindeer could materialize in front of them right now and Steve wouldn’t even give them a second glance. 

If they were ten years younger and their backseat was a little roomier, he’d take Eddie right here, right now. Unfortunately, the last time he gave into his teenage-level desires, they ended up in the ER. He’s not living through that embarrassing nightmare ever again. 

“You better hope you didn’t tire that mouth of yours out with your little show,” Steve says, finally easing his foot back onto the gas. The car lurches forward and Eddie clings to Steve’s clothed dick to stay upright. Tease. “Because I have big plans for it when we get home.” 

Steve’s pretty sure he could cum in his pants from the sound Eddie makes alone. Thankfully he holds it together long enough for them to make it three steps inside their house before he’s shoving Eddie down onto his knees and freeing himself from the constraints of his jeans. 

“I thought naughty boys don’t get what they want for Christmas,” Eddie teases as he reaches a hand out, index finger gently teasing the length of Steve. Hs other hand continues to shimmy his tight jeans down his legs. 

“They’re not supposed to,” Steve huffs, fidgeting under Eddie’s teasing hands. 

Eddie tuts and glances up at Steve through his eyelashes. If Steve thought he was beautiful in the car, he’s fucking ethereal right now. Happily on his knees, practically drooling for Steve’s cock. If only Steve had a camera right now. 

“Guess I must be the luckiest naughty boy then.” Eddie trails off, leaning forward until his lips barely brush the tip of Steve’s hard cock. 

It’s the slightest bit of pressure but it’s enough to send Steve into hysterics, hands shooting out to grip the shelf behind him to stay on his feet. When he glances down at Eddie, he finds him looking up at him with a beautiful wet smirk. 

“‘Cause I’m about to get my favorite package delivered early.” 

Eddie’s warm mouth is on him an instant, taking him all without missing a beat. As the world drifts away and Steve gives in to the immense pleasure coiling in his gut, he can’t help but think maybe they should incorporate candy canes into their prep more often. 

[winniethewife]

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky (Johnathan Levy x reader)

Warnings: Implied Age gap, angst ending in fluff.

Words: 738

They were fighting again. She was tired of the fighting. It felt unfair, he had so much more experience, He having been married and divorced, this being her first serious relationship. He wasn’t even sure why they were fighting, what started the fight, was he just used to fighting? Is this what he thought love looked like? She gave up and left the room in tears. He takes a moment, has a cigarette break before going to join her in the other room.

“I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do, I feel like I’m analyzing your every move, waiting for some inevitable betrayal.” He says softly as he leans on the doorway. She’s looking out the window as she sits on the couch, her chin in her hands.

“I don’t know what you’re looking for…You're so much older and wiser and I…I don’t know what I’m doing…” She looks over at him, she can see the tears in his eyes. She feels guilty, maybe the fights are pointless, maybe she’s just missing something. She lets out a soft sigh and moves over so he can come sit with her. He doesn’t move. He runs his hand over his beard and tilts his head to the side.

“If it's all in my head tell me now, That, I’m looking for something that isn’t happening. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow.” He says, the slightest bit of fight still in his voice, but most of it was heartbreak and assumptions. She runs her hand along her arm and shakes her head slightly.

“You can’t be more wrong Jon. I don’t think I could leave, even If I wanted to. Every day I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, for you to come home. Everything I do, I do it for you, I feel like my every waking hour is in dedication to you.” She looks up at the celling. “But none of it is enough is it?”

“Honey I…god I’m an idiot.” He half laughs, half sighs in exasperation. “You do some much for me and I act like it’s nothing. You lay the table with the fancy shit, polish plates until they gleam and glisten, Take care of Ava, you do everything… While you were out building other worlds, where was I?” He shakes his head before walking over sitting down next to her, leaning over, putting his head in his hands. She puts a hand on his shoulder and softly squeezes him.

“Jonathan, you know I love you. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to be begging for footnotes in the story of your life. I just…I feel like I’m taking up too much space or time.” She says softly. He sits up and looks at her. A soft sad simile on his face.

“How can you stand to be around me? I’m always assuming the worst about us, like I expect it all to go up in flames at any time. As if everything is just a time bomb, I just assume it will go to shit…” He leans back resting his head on her shoulder, She instinctively nuzzles into his mess of curls finding comfort in his scent.

“You’ve spent a long time thinking everything was okay and wonderful and great to have the worst happen. I don’t blame you for thinking that way.” She says as they curl up together on the couch.

“I always thought you assume I'm fine, when I’m so obviously not.” He grumbles softly. She rubs circles in his back as she holds him close

“What would you do if I told you that, I think the same way? That I’m just…damaged goods to you.” She asks. He takes her hand in his.

“My love, if you’re damaged goods then, I am far beyond repair.” He chuckles softly. She takes his chin in her hand and turns his head to look into his dark eyes with a loving look on her face.

“Just a couple of broken toys no one wants to play with…” She leans into kiss him, her soft lips against his as he scoffs slightly at her remarks.

“Likely story.” He mutters against her lips.

“Would you rather I try to fix you? Believe me, I could do it…I think…I know how.” She moves her kisses from his lips down his neck….

“That…Just might work.”

~

Series Masterlist

[satelliteddie]

satellite - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie will never tell you how he really feels, he cant risk losing you… but after he almost loses you to an injury in the upside down, eddie finds himself spinning out waiting for you to realize how in love he is.

content warnings: language, injuries (bruises, demo-bat wounds, scars, etc.), fainting, kissing

word count: 5.3k

author’s notes: okay so i kinda sorta altered the plot of s4 for this to work (for obvious reasons), but its simply for angst purposes…kk bye :)

You got a new life

Am I bothering you?

Do you wanna talk?

We share the last line

Then we drink the wall

'Til we wanna talk

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Eddie didn’t realize when he introduced you to Robin and Steve that you would so easily slip into their friend group. Of course he knew everyone would love you, but he didn’t realize how much. Before he was even aware, his circle of friends had grown to a number that was behind his comprehension. For the longest time it was just you and him against everyone else. Now, there was Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, his band/Hellfire members, and all the younger kids. He loved all of them, even though he’d never admit that, but he missed the times when it was just the two of you in his room in the trailer. You got a new life, one that he introduced you to… how could he be jealous of that when he was the reason you knew all of them? It was stupid to be jealous of people that didn’t know you like he did. Eddie was your best friend – he knew that. He did. Yet, he still felt you slipping away slowly and maybe not intentionally, but you were. He was starting to feel like it was all his fault. When Eddie did talk to you when all of you were together it was like he was bothering you. It was crazy to think that, truly. Eddie was your everything and you were his. The issue was, Eddie wasn’t sure if “everything” meant the same thing to you as it did to him. He is in love with you. Stupid, mindnumbing, all-consuming love. He tried to give himself space from you, thinking maybe that would clear his head. Spoiler: it didn’t work. Instead, he roped you into even more chaos when he told you about the Upside Down and all of its supernatural entities. Which brought him to the Wheeler’s basement, listening as you and the others discussed the next moves. Eddie runs his fingers through the ripped holes in his jeans, pulling at the loose threads.

“I just don’t understand why we have to go back there.” Robin says, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“Yeah, I’m not following Nance,” Steve shakes his head. “If we know Vecna is dead, why would we go back?” After the Earthquake and massive fight across multiple dimensions, the physical form of Vecna had not been seen and no suspicious deaths had occurred. The group was able to clear Eddie’s name and blame it on Satanic Panic, and more “chemical leaks” still happening due to the Hawkins Labs. However, you all knew better than to bask in the peace because the fight was only starting.

“We don’t know he’s dead, Steve.” Nancy gives Steve a pointed look.

“Listen,” your voice catches Eddie’s attention. He tilts his head up watching you intently as you speak, “I don’t want to go back either, but Nancy is right. If we want to save Max, we have to try.” The rest of the group gives somber frowns as they think about Max and how she’s barely holding on as of now. It’s killing each of you slowly to know that she suffered because your plan went awry. “Eddie?” You turn to him with unwavering eyes, “what do you think?”

I’d follow you into the literal depths of Hell if that's what you wanted, he thinks while holding your gaze. He stands from the couch, brushing his hands against his jeans, “I think we should make sure the fucker is dead.”

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for ya

Eddie swore he would never return to the Upside Down after the last close call, but instead he was chucking a rope having upgraded from bed sheets through the gate in his ceiling to enter again. There’s no way this is my life, he shakes his head as the rope thumps on the ground on the other side. Your cool fingers grip his forearm, turning him to you.

“We’re going to be okay,” you say in a reassuring tone. Eddie wants to get on his knees and beg you to stay here. Or run away from Hawkins with him. Or do anything besides this.

“How do you know that?” He asks, his voice hoarse. Eddie blinks slowly, his eyes lingering on your mouth.

“I don’t,” you sigh. You tighten the military-grade vest around your torso, trying to do something with your shaking hands. Eddie notices your anxious movements and places his larger hands on yours. You look up at him with misty eyes and a small smile. He mirrors your expression before turning his face down to rest his forehead on the top of your head. Eddie inhales a shaky breath, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. Your friendship always bordered the line of more than platonic, but Eddie knew he couldn’t risk admitting his feelings to you. So he would steal forehead kisses and hugs whenever he could. It was wrong for him to do it now when you were so scared, but he needed to comfort you in the only way he knew how. He wanted to tell you that he was always going to be right here, waiting for you; but instead all he said was, “c’mon let’s get this over with.”

-✩-

You flop down on the mattress in the Upside Down, Eddie extends his hand and pulls you up from the floor.

“I’ll never get used to this,” you groan as you stand.

“We shouldn’t have to,” Eddie agrees, but it sounds more like an annoyed comment to you. You and Eddie head towards the front door of the trailer, Eddie hesitates before grabbing the doorknob. He feels his pulse in every square inch of his body, the majority focused on his scars. The scars were a part of him that he grew to accept, but coming back to the place that gave him those imperfections was not something he ever wanted to do. Ever. His mind races to the last time he was here; I almost died, he feels dizzy as the memory returns. “Sorry,” he apologizes and shakes the thought from his head. You grip his arm again with just enough force to ground him.

“Eds,” you give him a weak smile. “It's me,” you slide your hand from his arm into his hand. “You don’t have to apologize to me. I get it, this is asking a lot of you. We’ll be home soon.”

You and Eddie are deep into the forest, skipping over vines and twigs as you move through the trees. Steve, Robin and Nancy decided to take the other gate at Lover’s Lake, claiming it was smarter to split up and meet in the middle. Eddie wanted to yell at them and say that's how everyone in horror movies dies, but when you agreed to the plan he followed your lead. So far you had managed to avoid all demo-creatures as you and Eddie spoke in hushed voices. You step carefully over vines, still holding Eddie’s hand in a deathgrip. Eddie tried to ignore the flutter of his heart every time he felt your palm press to his, but he can’t stop imagining being able to hold your hand whenever he wanted.

“I think I need to go to a concert when we finally get out of here,” you comment without any previous conversation. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows as he gives you a confused look. “I’m just saying, I think we all deserve to scream our hearts out at a concert.”

Eddie doesn’t disagree, hell he never disagrees with you, yet he can’t help but laugh at your thoughts. “Only you would be thinking about live music right now,” he grins, brushing his thumb over your hand.

“Mmm, if only I knew someone in a band.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “If only,” Eddie flashes you a lopsided grin.

I'm in an L.A. mood

I don't wanna talk to you

She said, "Give me a day or two"

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

Finally, the daunting Creel House comes into view as you and Eddie stop at the mailbox. In the distance bike tires crunch along the road. Steve, Robin and Nancy head towards you on bicycles that are way too small for them.

“No fair,” Eddie groans. “They got bikes!”

“Eds.” You roll your eyes.

“I know, not the point.” He mocks you with a playful smirk.

“Alright, love birds,” Steve interrupts, causing you and Eddie to clear your throats at the same time. You’re not sure, but you could swear you see a faint blush rise on Eddie’s cheeks.

The five of you push open the doors to the house, stepping inside with as much stealth as you can. Robin and Eddie focus all their attention to where they step, both of them convinced they’re going to trip if they move upstairs. While you, Steve and Nancy scan the house for any signs of Vecna on the second floor and attic. The floorboards creak under every step you take, some of them becoming loose entirely and falling to the first floor below. Nancy grips your arm, pulling you away from the opening in the ground; she offers you a small smile before you continue into the next room. Steve and Nancy head into Henry’s old bedroom while you stay in the hallway to watch for any other movement. You hear Robin and Eddie’s hushed voices through the slats of the house as they move around below you.

“You still didn’t tell her? Eddie!” Robin asks, with what you can only imagine is a shove to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Shh,” Eddie whispers, but it’s just loud enough for you to hear. “I haven’t found the right time to. I don’t think she’ll ever feel that way about me…it’s not just some crush, I love her.” It feels like all the oxygen in the room was sucked out as you continue to listen. Eddie’s in love? Who was he in love with? When did he know? Why didn’t he tell me? So many questions bounce around in your brain as you try to piece together how you could have missed it. Eddie was in love with someone and he didn’t tell you. Your heart broke as you continued to hear Robin beg Eddie to tell this girl he loved. You could never place where your true feelings fell for Eddie. He was always your safe space, your best friend, your everything. You love him, but you couldn’t fall in love with him without knowing he would feel the same. It was too risky, too unknown…so instead you pushed your romantic feelings deep down. It was safer to know you had him in your life for good without the uncertainty of telling him how you really felt. You tilt your head towards the end of the hall trying to hear Robin and Eddie better.

“It’s— I don’t know. She’s my best friend, y’know? I can't risk losing her if she doesn’t feel the same.”  

“Eddie,” Robin's voice is gentle. “You’ve been in love with her since the moment you met. She loves you too, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, and you notice what sounds like shuffled foot steps. You can picture Eddie scuffing his shoes on the ground out of nerves. “How do you know?”

“You don’t see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Y/N loves you— in the same way you love her.”

He’s in love with me? Your head spins as you slowly step back towards the stairs, trying desperately to hear more of their conversation. Your body acts before you’re able to think straight, you step forward on another loose floorboard…but this time Nancy isn’t there to catch you. You crash through the floor, wood splitting across the hall as you lay among the broken pieces. You gasp for air, having felt the wind get knocked out of you when you fell. You stop your panicked breathing to try and level yourself.

Eddie rushes to the noise from the other side of the hall, unsure of what happened; but when he sees you, his entire world stops. It feels like time moves even slower as he approaches you with bated breath. Please be alive. You gasp for air again and the clock is back to normal pace as Eddie reaches you. He kneels by your side, not caring if he’s stepping on any of the “hive”. Eddie’s gentle as he reaches for your cheek; your attention is frantic as you scan the room trying to breathe correctly again. Your sides and back ache and every time you breathe it feels like fire should come out. You try to push yourself up to reach Eddie. You just want him to hold you and take you home. He lets you move slowly, but makes sure you don’t go too fast.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie tries desperately to get you to look at him. He strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones, his calmness makes you focus on him. It can’t be that bad if he’s looking at me like this…right? Your thoughts race as you watch Eddie carefully scan over the rest of you. There’s no obvious injuries which calms and concerns him at the same time. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Your heart suddenly feels like it’s on fire too, but you know it’s not from the fall. He takes your hand in his and places it on the center of his chest. “Breathe with me, okay?” Eddie inhales and holds his breath for a moment before releasing it. He drags out the exhale for longer than he normally would before repeating the same process. Your eyes stay focused on his hand covering yours on his chest as you repeat his movements. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You raise your eyes from your joined hands to Eddie’s eyes. His face cracks into a small smile, his eyes glossy as he looks at you. “You’re okay,” he says, trying to convince both you and him of it.

“I’m okay,” you repeat back in a hoarse voice. Eddie feels his heartbeat in his ears, every cell in his body is on fire as he watches you. I could have lost her, I could still lose her.  

“We have to go,” Eddie’s voice is shaky as he looks for support from the others. Steve, Nancy, and Robin all stand behind Eddie watching you intently. No one wants to panic you or overreact, but each of their faces are scrunched in concern. No one argues with him as they all help you stand, Eddie’s hand finding your side and pulling you to him.

“Eddie, I’m okay.” You insist, “I can walk. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Just give me a day or two and I’ll be good as new.”

Eddie looks down at you under his arm, “I don’t care if you can walk. I’m holding you until we get back to Hawkins. Maybe even after that.” You hesitate to answer, but Eddie continues, “can't take you anywhere, huh?”

You jab your elbow into his ribs, which he pretends you gravely injured him as he gasps. You rest your head against Eddie’s side laughing lightly.

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Eddie refused to leave your side the entire trip home and even after that. He made sure to give you “absolutely-necessary” piggy back rides up the stairs, made you his favorite snacks, and “borrowed” movies from Family Video. He finally left your house a full 24-hours later, after making sure you slept through the night. Your heart fluttered as you watched him sleep in the chair in the corner of your room. He adamantly refused to stay in your bed, claiming you needed the space to rest. Eventually when Eddie did leave for Hellfire the next day, his eyes looked over every bruise on your body before pulling you into a tight hug. He squeezed you into him, making sure not to go too hard even though he wants to. You grumble into his chest, “Eddie, you have to go. They're going to be waiting for you. I’m fine. I’ll be here when you get back,” you tilt your face up. Eddie offers you a soft smile which you mirror. He brushes the stray hairs away from your face before keeping his hands on your face for a little too long. “Eds,” you say after he doesn’t respond.

“Yeah,” Eddie shakes his head and drops his hands from your face. “I’ll be back tomorrow, please call me if you need anything,” you try to argue, but Eddie narrows his eyes at you. “You’re not going to be a bother, so don’t even say that. Hellfire can wait.” His eyes and mind are scattered as he looks at you; he wants to tell you how much he wants to stay. Never has he ever wanted to skip Hellfire…but he doesn’t want to leave you. His heart constricts against his chest, every emotion and feeling he has for you being trapped inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you promise in a hushed voice.

Right here, right here

Spinning out, waiting for ya

I'm here, right here

Wishing I could be there for ya

Be there for ya

Be there for ya, for ya

Focusing on the conversation during lunch the following day was even harder than Eddie expected. Every time he tried to pay attention to whatever the table was discussing, his mind kept wandering off to think about you. Eddie had replayed the night in the Upside Down too many times, but he kept harboring so much guilt about it. What if I told her no? What if we didn’t go back? What if she stayed downstairs? What if I was with her? Eddie's mind frantically ran over the same questions, tormenting him. He kept sneaking glances over at where Robin was sitting, wondering whether or not he should ask if she heard from you. You and Eddie didn’t share the same lunch period or any of the same classes so it was impossible to know how your day was going. Maybe I’ll skip English and wait by her locker? No, that’s pathetic. You’ll see her in a couple of hours—

“…after that Nancy wants to visit y/n. Y’know make sure she’s okay after this morning, but maybe Nancy can drop me off afterwards.” Mike mentions nonchalantly to Dustin as he explains why he can’t make it to Will’s tonight.

“You didn’t bring your bike?” Dustin asks, but Mike has no time to answer before Eddie cuts him off.

Eddie feels his pulse thumping in his ears, “what happened this morning?”

“What do you mean?” Mike shakes his head, “she didn’t tell you?”

“Wheeler, what the fuck happened to her?”

“She passed out or something trying to go back upstairs before school, I don’t know you’d have to—”

Eddie doesn’t hear the rest of what Mike has to say before his chair is scraping across the tile floor of the cafeteria. He rushes out of the cafeteria and out of the school before any teachers notice—and if they do notice, no one stops him. Eddie turns over the key in his van, cursing over and over about how you should have called. He feels like he’s going crazy. You’re consuming his every thought, worry, feeling, action, emotion. Everything. You consume him entirely. He’s so deeply in love with you that all caution and rationality has been thrown out the window. Eddie drives like a mad man to get to your house as fast as he can; his arms are covered in goosebumps when he pulls up to your house. He pushes the car door open and practically spills out onto the pavement. His breathing is staggered when he slams a fist against the front door. Eddie gives one quick look around your driveway to determine your parents are not home. Screw it. He thinks as he turns the doorknob and barrels inside.

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in (spinning out, waiting)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

You wake up to the sound of someone yelling your name through your house. For a moment you panic about the fact that someone is inside, but when the voice calls again you realize it’s Eddie. Every muscle in your body relaxes as you start to sit up in bed. Your head kills, but physically your body is starting to feel better.

“I’m in my room!” You call as you shuffle around your comforter. Swinging your legs over the edge, you sit on the bed waiting for Eddie. Eddie’s heavy steps bound up the stairs, and the door swings open before you realize he’s even made it to your room. His brown eyes are glossy as he scans over your entire room before rushing to your bedside. He collapses to his knees, his chest pressed into your legs as his arms wrap around your waist. You gasp at his dramatic display, but quickly you run your fingers through his curls. A smile pulls at your lips as you look down at him, “are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Fuck- are you okay?” Eddie asks in between sniffles pressed to your shirt. He leans back and wipes his face with his shaky hands. “Jesus, what happened?” He rests his palms on your thighs, rubbing his thumb over your skin softly. He frowns as he takes in the deep purple, yellow and red splotches that cover your skin from your fall.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, still moving your hands through his hair. “I was fine getting up this morning, but going down the stairs was a lot. So when I realized I left my keys upstairs I had to go back for them.” You try to smile at Eddie and calm him, but his face remains just as worried. “I was like half way up them when it all went blurry. Nancy found me there when she came to drive me to school.” Eddie’s blood runs cold thinking about how lifeless you must have looked laying on your stairs. He can’t see you get hurt again, he can’t lose you. “I begged her not to call you. Believe me, she wanted to. So please don’t be mad at her,” you give him a stern look, but there’s no reason to because Eddie will always listen to you. He nods as you continue, “I just didn’t want to worry you. I already knew how much of your day I took up yesterday, I made you late to Hellfire, you slept in a chair–”

“I wanted to.” Eddie replies without hesitation. You brush your hands over his curls again, giving him a weak smile. His heart pounds like a jackhammer against his ribs. I have to tell her, he decides. Every voice of reason screams for him to stop before he’s ruined it all… but Eddie can’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you frown. “I love how concerned you are for me. I do. You’re the best friend I could ask for–”

“Don’t do that,” Eddie’s voice catches as he speaks. His eyes dart away from yours as he stands to his full height.

“Do what?” You ask, trying to rise from the bed. Eddie fights every urge to tell you to sit back down so he can hold you.

“Don’t you know that I am right here? I want you to bother me. I want you to call me. I want you. I feel like– fuck. I feel like I’m going crazy, sweetheart.” Eddie bitterly laughs as he turns away from you. All of his emotions are battling each other as he combs a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m just spinning out waiting for you to pull me in. So please,” he begs. “Please just pull me in and tell me.”

“Tell you–”

“Tell me you love me,” a tear slips from his eyes and down his cheek. “Or just put me out of my misery.”

Spinning out, waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Time stops just like it had when you fell. Eddie is certain he’s in an extremely lucid dream because there is no way he just professed his love for you like he had. He claimed he hated all those romantic movies you forced him to watch, but whenever he thought about telling you how he felt, he remembered all those corny movies. Eddie had planned for the large, romantic gesture to sweep you off your feet; instead he was in tears about losing you before he even had you. He felt like he was going crazy. There was nowhere to put all of these emotions that he felt for you. It all came so easily and naturally to him, he didn’t even realize how in love with you he was until Robin pointed it out. Now after seeing you hurt he couldn’t take it anymore, you had to know how he felt. The clock resets as Eddie stares down at you on the bed, he watches you play with your hands like you always do when you’re nervous.

Your mind feels like it’s in a fog. You knew how Eddie felt, but you couldn’t be sure he was only telling you because of everything that happened. You didn’t want him to feel pressured into saying how he felt all because you couldn’t make it up the stairs.

“I do love–” you start to say as your mind clears.

“Not like that,” Eddie turns to you. His voice is harsh, but all of his features remain soft as silent tears roll from his eyes. “You know what I meant Y/N.”

“Eddie,” you feel your own eyes starting to tear up as you watch him.

“Tell me. Either way– Christ. Just- please, just tell me.”

“Do you mean it?” You ask and Eddie starts to talk, but you raise a hand to him. “Not just because I’m hurt, or because Robin told you to tell me. Do you mean it?”

“Robin? What are you– You heard us?”

“I heard you through the floors. That’s, mmm,” you hesitate to continue. Eddie sinks down to meet your eyeline again. “I was trying to listen when I fell.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is soft as uses a finger to tilt your chin up to look at him.

“I just want to make sure you’re not just saying it to say it.”

“I love you,” Eddie replies, his eyes lingering on your mouth. “I’m in love with you. I always have been. I would have told you no matter what. This,” he gestures to your bruises on your legs. “Just gave me the courage to say it.”

“Really?” The floodgates to your emotions break, every ounce of love you have for Eddie rushing to the front. Eddie slowly reaches his hands up from your legs to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Really,” Eddie smiles and all the mixed emotions have seemed to clear from his eyes.

“Come up here, please,” your voice wavers as you talk. Eddie wastes no time to climb onto the bed next to you. His thigh brushes yours as he sits down, you keep your focus on his legs as Eddie peers down at you. Eddie nudges your shoulder with his and tilts his head forward to try to meet your eyes. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in. “We can’t mess this up, Eds. I can’t lose you.”

“I’m right here,” Eddie replies without any indecision. He will always be right here for you. Through the crazy, unpredictable, supernatural, natural, and everything in between. He squeezes your thigh once, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling yourself into his side. Eddie’s arms linger in the air for a second before he brings you even closer to him. Slowly, he lowers both of you down to lay on the bed; you keep your arms wrapped around his waist, not caring if his weight makes the one fall asleep. For the first time in days, it feels like your heart beats at a normal rate – slow and steady, as your breathing syncs with Eddie’s. “Eddie?” You look up at him, but he’s already smiling down at you. “I love you,” you profess feeling a weight lift off your chest and mind.

“I love you,” he smirks so wide his teeth start to peak out. Eddie turns his face down and presses a kiss to your hair; he’s done it a thousand times, but this time is different. It’s like you can feel all his love for you through it now. “So where should our first official date be?”

You humm for a moment trying to think of anywhere that would beat this moment, but you come up empty. You shrug and kiss the side of his ribs, “don’t know, but I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Eddie tries to ignore the way his heart flips, but he knows he’s going to have to get used to it now.

“What about a concert?” Eddie asks brushing away your hair from your face so he can trace your cheek bone. “I believe I heard somewhere that you wanted to scream your heart out at one.”

“You remembered that?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. You lean up to fully look at Eddie; he’s flat on his back, one hand tucked under his head, his other tracing your cheek still.

“Of course I did,” Eddie says as if it’s a ridiculous question. “I remember everything you do.”

You can’t help yourself as you lean forward, your eyes glancing at his lips for a moment. Eddie meets you in the middle, his mouth is soft against yours as he draws you closer with his hands. He works his fingers from your face through your hair and keeps them at the base of your neck. Your lips melt into Eddie’s, he tastes like mint and tobacco — it’s addictive. He works his mouth over yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip gently. Eddie pulls away with a grin, moving his hand from your hair to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. You whine as his lips leave yours, causing him to smile more.

“Easy sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling at your lip again. “Take me on a date first.”

You tilt your head at him, “oh, really?”

“Fuck no,” Eddie breaks. He pulls you closer, his focus back on your mouth, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

ahhhh my (user)name-sake <<33 I love this song so much, I am a satellite girly thru and thru... gotta love a sad song with a happy beat

next in the series: boyfriends - s.h.

✭masterlist ✭ requests

-meg

[maximoff-pan]

why do fools… | steve harrington (preview)

steve harrington x fem!reader | preview of part one of ??? | 3k words (so far)

summary: you never thought being Jonathan Byers’ best friend would get you into so much trouble, you also never thought it would lead you to him: Steve Harrington…

warning(s): bullying, retelling of season 1, asshole steve and his asshole friends

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a number of months and I haven’t had the time to work on it, but I was wondering if this series was something anyone would want before I continue it… it’s essentially a rewrite of stranger things (hopefully all the seasons but for now starting with seasons 1 and 2) with bestfriend!jonathan and a future steve x reader…

So, if you’d like, take a little read of this snippet and see what you think! Let me know if you’d be interested in this in the future :) comments and feedback are greatly appreciated

• ж • ж •

“Mom’s convinced it was him.”

Jonathan’s elbows rest on his knees as his head drops in defeat. His ankles reach the edge of your bed creating a right angle with the remaining length of his body.

The urge to fall back and just lay there forever passes through his mind. He wants nothing more than to forget this nightmare he’s living.

“Him?” Your stomach turns. Inferring on what you think he’s trying to say seems like the easiest option, albeit risky, but you’re not quite sure you want to assume anything just yet. Maybe he’s talking about his dad, or Hopper, or God knows anyone else. Him doesn’t have to mean him.

But as he turns his head to face yours, you can tell by the look in his eyes that your original assumption would have been correct. So, you tread carefully posing, “What exactly do you mean by that?”

The expression that crosses his face is heart breaking, the moonlight casting an eery darkness across his cheek. It’s the most emotion you’ve seen from him since...well since this entire shit storm began.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize bashfully. You don’t know if he can see it, but you’re struggling with this almost as much as he is.

Jonathan exhales shakily from beside you, waving off your apology gently. If anything, he’s glad he has someone to go to at all. “Last night on the phone.” He clarifies, voice muffled from the sound of his face pressing up against his palms. He’s worried you’re going to think his mom’s crazy, or better yet, that he’s crazy for even thinking of believing her.

And maybe they both are, even if just a little. Regardless, he knows how weird this is going to sound.

“What?” Your brows furrow in confusion.

Caving in to his subconscious, Jonathan allows his body to fall, until his back hits the plush of your mattress.

“Someone called late last night,” he admits with a sigh. “Mom picked up and they just started breathing into the receiver—” He cuts himself off with another deep breath. “Then the power surged and took the whole thing out. Mom swears she heard Will breathing. But she said it was like he was somewhere else, like she could feel him in the walls or something.”

Eyes dropping suddenly, your heart lurches. “In the walls…” You repeat the words breathlessly. But your voice doesn’t go up at the end of your sentence; you’re not asking a question, merely echoing him, as if you’re trying to convince yourself that what he said is exactly what you heard. 

You trail off slowly until the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears. Falling back beside him, an exasperated puff of air leaves you as your body makes contact with the mattress. 

“God. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.” Jonathan groans, dragging out the first word like some kind of prayer, even though you and he both know he’s never believed in God a day in his life. “I sound so—” he struggles, before you provide an answer for him.

“…fucking crazy?”

And he actually laughs for the first time in over two days. Because that’s exactly how he feels. Fucking crazy.

“Pretty much.” The breathless whisper falls from his lips without so much as a second thought.

And you chuckle lightly to yourself as a blanket of silence engulfs you, leaving you momentarily to your thoughts.

It’s not an entirely difficult concept for you to wrap your brain around. The implication that there’s some inter-dimensional phenomenon at play in Hawkins is nothing new to you. If you’re being honest, hanging around Dustin Henderson as often as you have has opened your mind to some pretty out there scenarios.

The kid’s got so many bogged up, bat shit crazy ideas of what’s roaming in the shadows that almost nothing can surprise you now.

Let’s see… Aliens? Not really. The shock factor on that one died out a long time ago, what with the release of all those extraterrestrial movies that Dustin keeps dragging you to. How about, monsters that go bump in the night? Not even close. Or, god forbid, mutant children with super human powers? Now that one’s a little harder to digest, but Dustin Henderson has his own hypothesis (with albeit somewhat convincing evidence) on why all of the above exist. Because of course he does.

And most of the time, you’re just playing along with him to keep him busy, but now? Now you’re not entirely sure he’s so far off from reality.

But then again, you’ve always entertained some of Dustin’s (and hell, even Joyce’s) more adventurous theories, while others have been less than keen to, writing them off as the town’s conspiracy nuts. Let alone the likes of Murray Bauman… He’s been driving Hopper mad for a few years, but you’re starting to think that maybe there’s some truth to his wild conspiracies. A glimmer of hope to his madness, if you could even call it that. 

“I know how it sounds.” Jonathan’s voice is soft, but mellow, breaking the silence delicately, (you almost laugh, as if Jonathan Byers knows how to do anything harshly). It cracks at the end, like a choked up sob. He’s not quite crying, yet it sounds like he’s on the verge, barely holding it together as it is. 

It’s so hard to see him this way. But it might be harder to feel it too. Because despite having known Jonathan for what feels like forever, you’ve known Will for just as long, loved him just as long. In a strange way, he’s your little brother too, blood be damned.

Exhaling softly, you wring your hands together. It only takes you a couple of moments to collect yourself to respond, trying to banish the sadness from your tone. With everything that’s in you, you don’t want him to hear your pain, even though you’re sure he knows it’s there. 

And it really shouldn’t surprise Jonathan, but he can’t help himself, because when you do finally speak, you’re more than composed. Not at all like he’s just dropped some whack job theory on you, that he’s not even sure he believes himself.

“I believe you.” You say with so much surety that Jonathan almost doesn’t know what to do. Your blind faith is both reassuring, and paradoxically, a tad unsettling. But before he can say anything, you’ve beat him to it. 

“The more important question is, do you think it was Will?” The cadence of your voice rises and falls calmly.

Head turning to the right, he locks his gaze with yours, soft brown orbs meeting your (e/c) ones. He blinks a couple times, trying to ground himself. And when he finally does, he sighs.

“I don’t know.”

• ж • ж •

Jonathan Byers is an interesting character to say the least. An enigma, wrapped up in a riddle, draped in an-impossible-to-solve-puzzle. And yet, you understand him better than just about anyone else. 

What that says about you, you’re not entirely sure, nor do you really care.

He’s your best friend, your confidant, and pretty much your everything melded into one; as well as being the most constant person in your life for the better part of the past decade. You’ve known him since you were six, when you both were all bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to tackle everything the first grade had to throw at you. And it sure had a lot to throw at you.

Your understanding on the workings of the Hawkins inner-social-circle got off to a slow start. Begrudgingly, you didn’t fit in. Not that you thought you had much of a chance to begin with. As a kid from the other side of town, you were doomed from the moment you stepped foot in Hawkins Elementary, destined to always be an outsider. Though, you weren’t the only one.

It wasn’t hard to see that you didn’t make friends easily, but that was okay, because neither did Jonathan. So when you saw him sitting all alone while the other kids played together, with more confidence than he thought anyone capable of having, you strolled up to him, arm outstretched and announced that you and he were going to be very good friends.

And he’s never doubted you since.

“You took these?” Joyce’s voice snaps you back to reality. 

Jonathan nods silently, glancing at his mom for a moment before quickly turning his attention back to the photos in front of him.

“These are great.” She muses melodically, picking one up with a sad smile. Seeing Will’s sweet grin causes her heart to yearn. He should be here. 

“They really are Jon.” You echo, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything in response, but you can see how much he’s hurting.

“I know I haven’t really been there for you,” Joyce’s voice is filled with guilt. Emotionally, she’s reaching for her son, trying to get him to engage with her. “I’ve been working so hard, and I just feel so bad.” She pauses for a moment. “I barely know what’s going on with you.”

A choked back sob is all you hear. 

“It’s okay.” You urge with a coo. Jonathan has never been good at expressing his feelings, especially when they’re negative.

“What is it?” Joyce questions.

Jonathan shakes his head. He refuses to be a burden. “No.” His breathing is shallow, laced with regret. It’s that self sacrificing tone that you have to fight him on all the time.

“You can tell us baby,” she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “Please, honey, it’s okay.”

And finally, he breaks, gaze meeting yours as his eyes fill with tears.

“I should have been there for him.” You’ve never seen him look so broken. “If I had just been home, then he--”

Joyce murmurs, “Oh Jonathan.”

You feel your own eyes begin to water. “You can’t do that to yourself.” You reach over to place your hand in his. “It’s not your fault.”

A flicker of belief crosses his features, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

“He’s close.” Joyce says reassuringly. “I can feel it in my heart. You just have to trust me on this, okay?”

The two of you nod together, solemnly. You don’t know why, and you certainly don’t know how, but for some reason that is far beyond you, you not only believe her, but you share her feeling. You can feel Will.

“Oh.” Joyce’s soft laughter rings through. “How about this one?” She’s holding that picture of Will again, his smile brighter than the sun.

“It’s perfect.” You muse.

“Yeah.” Jonathan agrees. “It is.”

• ж • ж •

The next day feels like a bit of a blur, the hours melding together like they never even happened in the first place. It’s been an absolute shit show to say the least, the kids at school not making it any easier for Jonathan to simply exist. Where he once roamed in the shadows of Hawkins High as a bit of an unknown, now, a shiny red target has been painted on his back.

You almost lost it when a group of Juniors chanted ‘freak’ at him in the halls on your way to AP Bio. Among them was Tommy Hagan, who in your humble opinion, is the biggest obligatory psychotic jackass to walk this godforsaken earth. Every school has one, you guess. 

If Jonathan hadn’t have held you back from physically attacking them, you would have surely found yourself in a lot more trouble. That didn’t stop you from sending a few verbal expletives their way, after Jonathan had left for his class.

It’s not like you expected it to get any better; Will’s still missing, and your heart aches for him and his family.

You’re just, enormously frustrated, you suppose. Because while you’re more than aware that the vast majority of this town is made up of severe assholes, you thought maybe this time would be different.

Maybe, given the circumstances, people at school (and elsewhere really), would treat Jonathan better. Honestly, you blame yourself for having any faith in them at all.

Stapling another poster to the bulletin board in front of you, you grumble to yourself lightly. You can hear the laughs echoing through the hallway, the whispers that just won’t seem to stop. You’re not sure how Jonathan is doing it. He’s a better person than you, you suppose.

“Oh god.” You hear from behind you. Turning around, you glance in the direction the voice came from. Carol. 

“That’s depressing.” Steve Harrington muses. You’ve never been a big fan of his. Quite frankly, you’re just lucky Jonathan is out of earshot, because that’s the only thing that’s keeping you from jumping them right about now.

At least Nancy looks sympathetic, her eyes soft as she asks, “Should we say something?” And it’s genuine, not at all mocking.

“I don’t think he speaks.” Carol laughs. She nudges Tommy, eliciting a laugh from him as well. One word from his mouth and it’s over. 

A moment passes, two, three, then: “How much you want to bet he killed him?”

And honestly, that’s all it takes for your blood to boil over, watching as Nancy calmly makes her way towards Jonathan as he tapes another poster up. You appreciate her gesture; she’s checking up on him, making sure he doesn’t hear the vile things they have to say about him.

You on the other hand? You’re far from calm. Livid would probably be the better word.

But before you step any closer to the trio of obnoxious teens, you glance back to make sure Jonathan is occupied. And when you��re sure that he is, watching as he shares a moment of kindness with Nancy, you make your way over, red hot, and absolutely fuming.

“What a freak.” Tommy spits, eyes pouring with disgust. 

“You wanna say that again?” Your arms are crossed across your chest, stance wide. It takes you barely a second to reach them. 

“Oh look.” Carol sneers. “Trailer trash incoming.”

Hilarious, you think to yourself. It’s not like you haven’t heard that one before. Does she ever have an original thought?

You almost wish you had said that out loud.

Truly, it’s not the comment that gets to you, not really. It’s the reaction it gets from the people around her. Tommy’s laugh is unmissable. He takes a sip from the styrofoam coffee cup that rests in his hand; he’s enjoying this.

“You think this is funny huh?” Your eyes burn straight through his. 

“Enormously.” You really should have expected that response, but it still grates at your patience. 

“Well,” you leer. “If everything is this much of a joke to you, you wouldn’t mind if I just--” you grab the white cup right from his hand, unleashing the (what you’re hoping is scalding hot) liquid onto his navy sweater.

Tommy lets out a yelp of surprise. “You psychotic bitch!”

“I thought you liked a good joke,” you muse sarcastically. “Funny, huh freckles.” You say, handing the cup back to him. 

“You’re going to pay for this, you whore!”

Ah yes, Tommy’s always had this way with words. A true poet laureate.

“Oh, I’m sure I am.” Your laugh couldn’t be any more mocking. “You better remember that the next time you even think of breathing his air.” 

Tommy’s eyes follow your gaze to where Nancy and Jonathan are still standing, except now, they’re both staring at you. You should have expected your outburst to bring some attention, you just hoped it wouldn’t have been Jonathan’s.

But seeing as he’s so obviously seen and heard you by now, you may as well throw caution to the wind. What’s that cliche say? Go big or go home?

“Hey Harrington?” You chant to the boy who up until now had been entirely silent. “Because I’m sure your sidekick,” you gesture to Tommy with as much poison as you can muster, “won’t listen to my warning, I suggest you put it through his thick skull, that if he, or any of your douche lord friends try anything like that again, I’ll fucking end you.”

He doesn’t say anything, brown eyes simply pouring into yours. He never perpetuates the hate and vitriol that students like Jonathan experience, no. But he also never does a goddamn thing to stop it. That’s almost worse, you think.

He’s a bystander to the pain his friends cause, with the power to end it all. And yet, despite it all, his eyes tell you another story. You feel like maybe he understands. You feel like he’s actually listened. Even though he is a coward. 

Regardless, it’s safe to say that if King Steve (or the rest of the student body of Hawkins High) didn’t know you before, they sure as hell do now….

So much for going under the radar.

• ж • ж •

[littlespacereader]

Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

~~~

JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

[uglypastels]

I got you on the That 70s show request, so Eddie and Reader as Jackie and Hyde (loves of my life): Eddie teaching reader how to handle antagonization like Hyde taught Jackie how to be Zen when Laurie was being a bitch. Bonus points if Reader jumps a girl like Jackie kicked Laurie’s ass after all that training on how to not let someone get to them lol orrrr the wedding prep stuff, Nancy has Reader take Jonathan along to get the silverware/tux/etc for their wedding as a punishment even though Eddie told Reader she’s not allowed to even think about weddings since she’s been trying to plan theirs since they got together

i decided to go for the first scenario because I love that episode haha. tried to do something a bit different with it. i hope it works.

warnings: bullying. swearing. physical altercations

masterlist. || join the Stranger Things taglist

High school was a nightmare, and that was no exaggeration. 

Each day was a battle for survival, in which you had to be on the constant lookout for your predator— Charlene Fenwick, head children and head Bitch Royale. For some unexplainable reason, she had chosen you to torture this year, which led you to avoid the most common spaces in the building like the plague. You had not been seen in the cafeteria for the past three weeks. Not after Charlene had spilt her water bottle, which most definitely did not contain water, all over your head.

You were just grabbing a book out of your locker when you heard her shriek of a giggle. ‘There you are.’ 

Each night you would lay awake imagining all the things you wanted to tell her, but then when the moment came, and you would freeze, letting her stomp all over you like a bug. You quickly shut your locker before she got the chance to look inside. There was no need to give her any more fuel for her constant pestering. 

‘Nice jacket,’ she smacked her bubblegum between words. ‘Was there a sale at the dump or something?’ 

There wasn’t anything wrong with your army jacket. You had spent the summer finding the best patches to stitch onto it, and were actually really happy with how it turned out. Trying your best to ignore the nasty comments, you avoided Charlene’s eyes at all times. There was no point in fighting it, and trying to comment back would just spur her on even more to continue, the sadistic bitch. And yet, you couldn’t be silenced. 

‘Do you really not have anything better to do, Charlene?’ you said out loud, already feeling your body run down in cold sweat of fear. She most definitely heard you, and there was no decent reaction that could result from that. 

‘Whatever, loser.’ She suddenly smiled and smacked your books out of your hands. A chorus of laughter erupted from behind her as you bent down to pick them up, muttering curses as they walked away. 

‘You shouldn’t let her get to you like that,’ a much friendlier voice spoke. You looked up to see Eddie sit down on the ground next to you and pick up the loose papers that fell out of your history book. 

‘Not everyone can be Mr Cool Devil Worshipper, you know,’ you rolled your eyes as he handed you the rest of your things. 

‘I’m flattered,’ he helped you get up as well, ‘but I mean it. You got to let it slide. She wants you to lower down to her level.’

‘So what should I do then?’ 

‘Stand up for yourself,’ he stated as if it was the easiest thing in the world. All you could do was scoff.

‘I’ve been trying to do that for the past month.’ 

‘No, I’ve seen you try. Not like that. That was quite sad. What you got to do is show her you’re better than her– and don’t even try to tell me that you’re not.’ He shut you up before you could even try and say something. 

‘Again, I’m not you, Munson. I don’t know how to all– well, like you.’

‘What can I say,’ he leaned against the wall of lockers, ‘it’s an art.’ the comment received another eye-roll from you. ‘But like any art, it can be taught. I can help you, if you want?’ 

‘How?’ 

‘No idea. Meet me at the picnic tables after school. We’ll just try and see.’ And that was that. The bell rang, and the two of you were off to your respective classes. There were still two more periods between you and seeing Eddie again. As one of your best (and only) friends, he probably thought he needed to help you, but it was still appreciated. You walked up to the picnic tables only a few minutes before him. The sun was shining from between the thick layers of leaves. 

‘Alright, then.’ He sat down opposite you at the table. Throwing his vest and jacket on the seat next to him. ‘I had all of sixth period to think about you– your problem. You have to show you don’t care. Let her words literally fall like water of a duck’s back. See right through her. That’s how you’ll get under her skin.’

‘You have a real way of making things sound really easy, Munchie.’

‘You calling me easy?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘No! No, I just meant–’ you noticed the small smile he was giving you. ‘Oh, fuck off.’ You laughed. 

‘I was going to say you were right, but we’d be going off track here.’ 

‘Ok, sooo… how do I get under her skin?’ You ask, eager to learn his tricks. Everyone at school knew how much shit Eddie got from the jocks– especially Jason– but what was even more noticeable how little that seemed to affect him. Most days, he was seen taunting his bullies right back. Although, that might come hand-in-hand with his reputation as the local spawn of satan. You weren’t so lucky. 

All Eddie did, however, to answer your question, was shrug. 

‘Should I say something to her?’

‘That’s cool.’ What the–

‘Do I do go to the principal?’

‘Whatever.’ 

‘Oh, c’mon, Munson, this is really not funny.’ 

‘No, that was your first lesson.’ He said, leaning back (and almost falling backwards off the bench). 

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Noticed how annoyed you got when I dismissed everything you said? Imagine if you were really trying to get to me personally. It will drive Charlene insane.’

‘That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.’ So stupid, it might just work, but you weren’t going to admit that to Eddie. There was no need to boost his ego like that… just yet. 

‘You try it then.’ He gave you the stage with open arms. 

‘What?’ You were so confused. 

‘–Ever. Whatever. It works better with both syllables.’ 

‘Whatever.’ You repeated, but with much more hesitance and none of that aloofness that Eddie had conveyed. He made you repeat it, over and over again. Until you were inches away from insanity. The word started to feel foreign on your tongue, losing all its meaning. 

‘This is dumb. I can’t do it.’ You just had to accept that you would never be able to stop Charlene from torturing you. 

‘Last time I checked, I hadn’t raised a quitter. I believe in you and that you can kick that cheerleader’s ass… maybe not physically; cheerleaders are crazy strong, but for sure mentally. Send her packing to Pennhurst.

‘You’re just overthinking it. Let it all go. Here,’ he took you by the hand, ‘Shake all that shit off,’ and he shook your arm. You couldn’t help but laugh, which, in turn, cracked a smile on his face. ‘Be casual and ambiguous and don’t let anyone walk over you ever again.’ 

‘Whatever,’ you shrugged. 

‘Atta girl.’ Eddie squeezed your hand. ‘Tomorrow you’re eating lunch with Hellfire.’

The smile disappeared off your face. ‘I don’t know…’

‘No, you got to face your bubblegum-popping, perm-wearing demons. Show her whose the fucking boss. Don’t run away.’ 

He really gave you very little choice. So, the next day, clutching your backpack, too nervous to eat, you sat down at the Hellfire table. As everyone else got into a conversation, you tried to join in, but all you could focus on were the entrance doors. Every few seconds, you caught yourself looking up to see who was walking in. Charlene would be here any minute; you were sure of it. 

Eddie grabbed your hand under the table. ‘Relax.’

‘I’m trying–’

‘Oh isn’t this cute!’ Charlene’s voice boomed over everyone else. People around you started looking. Even though you were looking down at the magazine Eddie had handed you earlier (“Whatever you do, do not look at her. Ignore her.”), you could tell all her words were directed at you. She didn’t care about the guys. They had become immune to bullies years ago. She knew you were the weak one in the pack, and she was going in for the kill. 

‘How nice of them to let you join in, y/n. I would have thought there was no hope for you anywhere.’ 

‘Whatever.’ You flipped the page of the magazine, hoping she couldn’t see how much your hand was shaking. From the corner of your eye, you could see Eddie’s lip turn up in a smirk. On the other side, Charlene crossed her arms and straightened her posture– trying to look bigger and more intimidating. 

‘Still wearing that barf bag of a jacket, I see.’

‘That’s cool.’ 

‘Just piss off, Charlene.’ Eddie was getting tired of her bullshit. 

‘Getting your boyfriend to stand up for you? How mature.’ 

‘Whatever.’ You and Eddie both said at the same time. That was really the last straw for her.

‘Well, I’m happy you losers found each other. Just wish you would have told me earlier, I would have brought some snacks for the freakshow.’ 

You weren’t sure why those exact words hit you harder than usual. Perhaps because she was insulting your friends, but everything turned black. You could just about hear yourself say “Enough” as you stood up. The next thing you knew, someone was pulling you of off Charlene. Your arms and face stung, and Charlene was on the ground, eyes wide with shock. 

It was difficult to explain the principal why you and the head cheerleader had matching cut and bruised lips, but one good thing came out of being send to his office. 

They always made you wait out three, no matter if you were waiting for a good or bad reason. So, as you sat in the small chair, ice pack against your face, Eddie popped up in the window facing the hallway.  

‘Hey there Rocky.’ He had the biggest smile on his face. 

‘Very funny.’ You closed your eyes, ashamed of what you had done, but mostly sad at how little you had taken from what Eddie tried to teach you. His zen strategies lasted all of five seconds. ‘What do you want?’ 

‘I wanted to apologise.’

‘What for?’

‘For  totally underestimating you. Charlene had nothing on you.’ He mimicked a punch motion. ‘You were– incredible.’ as kind as his words were, they didn’t make you feel better. ‘But Charlene also made me think of something.’

‘Do share.’ 

‘I actually kind of liked her calling me your boyfriend, so, I was just wondering, would you maybe like to go out sometimes?’ He seemed strangely awkward asking this question, very unlike himself. But you knew the perfect response to his question. 

‘That’s cool.’ 

'Whatever,' Eddie smirked as he walked away. 'I'll pick you up at 8.'

the end

thank you for reading! please support your (not so) local writers with comments and reblogs <3 it means the world. also, I love to hear what you thought of the fic. asks are always welcome

consider leaving behind an anonymous review :p

(non angst) taglist: thank you all for your support <3

@spiderrrling @theglitterymess @dorianelizabeth @theletterhart @pastel-abyss-x @ghoulsgraveyard @prettytoxix @lovesickollie @xbreezymeadowsx @meaganjm @yourmommilf @mischiefmanagers @capybergara @brother-lauren @h0sh1verse @ghostlyreads @croweaterr @ladyapplejackdnd @bilesxbilinskixlahey @kbakery @sleeping-willlow @liltimmyst @escape-in-time-x @miscelaa @sweetpeapod @eddiemunsonbby @wh0re4munson @eddiesdingus @zoeyquinn94 @mydearzero @overthewhiteclouds @wroteclassicaly @stitchity @celestialsxturn @hoe4eddiemunson @inanausomewhere @witchyrivers @scoops-harrington @fluffyharrington

[johnnyutah]

i finally finished this old wip for @stonathanweek (and coincidentally also @stoncyweek2023!)

prompts: canon-verse (day 5), long distance relationship (day 7) summary: Steve comes up with an awesome plan to make Nancy jealous. It backfires in the best way. rating: explicit ships: stonathan, stoncy, established jonathan/nancy, past steve/nancy (and future? 😳) steve and robin being best bros word count: 5660 content info: drinking, phone sex, miscommunication, smut & feelings, pre-polyamory, set before season 4

Also on AO3!

The front door of Family Video slams shut on yet another failed attempt at flirting, and Steve’s head falls into his hands yet a-fuckin-gain. “This is it, Robin,” he declares, elbows digging into the cheap melamine counter and fingertips digging into his temples just above his furrowed brows. “This is it. We’ve got no prospects.”

“That isn’t true,” Robin, the light of his life, tells him, soft and kind-hearted as ever. She pats his shoulder and goes on to correct him, “You’ve got no prospects. I’m just in the wrong city for love; you’re on the wrong planet.”

“The wrong p— you’re a real asshole, you know that?” Steve glances up from between his fingers just to check that she knows that. Robin’s sweet smile doesn’t falter for a moment, confirming her own theory. He’s sure that if they did live in another place, or perhaps another time, Robin could have a girlfriend in no time at all. Steve, however, is doomed. “What am I supposed to do with that, huh? I can’t exactly set off to Mars.”

“You could try changing it up,” Robin suggests. It’s the third time this week she’s suggested that he change. He’s starting to feel like she might mean it. “Instead of ‘ahoy, ladies’…”

She scrunches up her nose, thinking. Steve rests his chin on his knuckles and watches her. “Ahoy… fellas?”

“Ha-ha.” Robin pushes his shoulder again, this time not to comfort but to chastise. “I meant maybe coming up with a different approach.”

“I don’t do the Scoops routine anymore.”

“Right, you’ve switched to local video store geek recommending all your favorite flicks.”

“Geek! I’m not a geek! What about this,” Steve gestures up and down his body with broad, sweeping motions that draw out a flurry of giggles from Robin, “says geek?!”

“Like, all of it,” she laughs. “Every part of it. The hair? Dork. The smile? Total nerd smile— see, look, you’re offended but you’re smiling!”

Through his not-smile, Steve hisses, “What am I supposed to do about my smile? I’m freaking screwed!”

“Calm down, you’ll be fine!” It’s hard to take Robin’s consolation seriously as she struggles not to laugh. Some consternation must show on his face as she finally relents, wiping an eye dry before leaning away, and repeating, “You’ll be fine. You’ve got plenty of time to work out the new Harrington act anyway, and in the meantime, you’ve got good friends who look out for you.”

“I thought you said Dustin and the gang were annoying little kids.”

“God, I meant me, you dick!” This time he’s ready for the blow to his shoulder and he dodges it effortlessly, ducking under the slap and then swatting it away. It’s a good thing Keith left right away after his morning shift, as he hates when they squabble like this in the front end of the store. Not that there are any customers. Steve has apparently frightened them all away with his utter and total lack of charisma. Fantastic.

After he loses— quite badly, really, Robin, where was this killer physique and athleticism when they were being held hostage by enemies of the state— and they resume their work, Steve doesn’t put up much of a pretense of actually working, far too distracted by his foreboding future. The loneliness gnaws at him deeply, scraping down to his marrow until he starts fidgeting, uncomfortable with his own turbulent emotion.

Robin hadn’t meant it, and god knows she’s got it worse than he does, but… it does suck, not having someone and not seeming able to find anyone. Even when things were bad with Nancy there had still been things. And before her, when Tommy and Carol had dragged him to each and every party like a prized stud ready for the auction, he had felt wanted. He can’t remember when he last felt wanted.

Before he can voice this pathetic thought to Robin, she sighs, taking obvious pity on him. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Take a wild guess,” Steve grumbles.

Unaffected, she continues, “Sooo… my parents went to this big Christmas party last weekend, and they brought home these two huge gift baskets they apparently won in some raffle. And one of the baskets had some bourbon, and, um, I don’t really know anything about drinking, so, I… uh, I brought it, and I thought maybe it’d be fun if we. Drank it.”

Steve twists to stare at her incredulously. No part of the story makes even a lick of sense— what kind of parents let their eighteen-year-old daughter drink liquor freely? What kind of parents bring gifts home without occasion or cause? Who throws a Christmas party in January? Baffled, he echoes, “You brought it?”

“I brought it,” Robin confirms.

“In… what, in your backpack?”

“Yeah, in my backpack.” Both of them glance at the staff area, and she says, “What, you don’t want to? If you don’t want to, it’s—”

“Hold on, they just let you have it?”

“They don’t drink.”

“Well… what kind of bourbon is it?”

“I have no clue, doofus. I don’t drink.”

“Never?”

“I’ve never had anyone to drink with.” This confession lingers in the air for a heavy moment— not necessarily a bad one, but it weighs them both down, together. Then Robin coughs, and changes tack, “What types of bourbon are there?”

Steve doesn’t actually know. He’s not sure that he’s actually ever tried bourbon. It sounds both quaintly Southern and exorbitant, but the likely high price tag only adds to the allure. “Alright, we’ll just have to make sure we don’t leave anything for Keith to catch onto us. Guy would flip his freaking lid. But… we could try a glass, or two.”

“Neat,” Robin grins, eyes practically sparkling. “Yeah, I probably won’t have more than a sip.”

--

Steve sits— well, crashes— down onto the counter beside Robin. His legs dangle over the edge, while she keeps hers crossed. “I think I lost my voice,” he tells her, and in response she passes— well, slams— the bottle into his hand. “No, Robin, I’m serious, I think I sang too hard.”

“They’re making another one of these.” She points, and Steve follows her gaze to the TV set up in the corner over Comedies and International, which is currently playing The Evil Dead, but set to the soundtrack of the album Steve has been blasting over the Family Video intercom. “With the same director and everything. I bet it’ll be terrible; sequels always are.”

“Not true,” croaks Steve. He drinks the bourbon. It tastes a little better with every sip, although it still mostly tastes like he’s hiding in a cleaning closet and drinking heavy acid instead of hanging out with his friend and drinking actual good liquor. If this is good liquor, he thinks he’ll stick to cheap beer. “Dawn of the Dead.”

“Remake, not a sequel.”

“No way, it’s a sequel.” Steve passes the bottle back, massaging his throat. “Zombies and shit.” AC/DC comes to the end of howling ‘Back in Black’, thank God, no more falsetto— and the tape switches to ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’. He starts tapping his heels against the counter to the rhythm. 

On screen, Ash’s buddy Scotty shoves one of the zombified girls away with an ax. Robin watches. Steve grimaces. Scotty swears his head off on mute. Brian Johnson wails, “She was the best damn woman that I ever seen!”

“I love women,” Robin sighs, deep and emotional.

“Me too,” agrees Steve fervently.

“And I don’t hate bourbon.”

“Me either.” He reaches for the bottle and she takes a sip before sharing; it burns when it hits his already scratchy throat. Scotty locks the zombie in the basement. Robin reaches back for the bottle. The confession squeezes out before Steve can think any better of it: “I miss Nancy.”

“Oh my god.”

“I mean it—”

“I know you do—”

“I love her, Robin.”

“Oh My God.”

“Listen,” Steve says, hopping off the counter with grace and precision. He completely misjudges the distance between them and the floor, and ends up crash-landing hard; but at least he doesn’t fall over. Robin laughs harder than she needs to as he steadies himself. “Listen. She was my best damn… the best girlfriend that I’ve ever had. And I was so stupid to her. And she left me.”

“I thought she left because she didn’t have feelings for you anymore.”

“Could you just—” Steve flails for a moment, trying not to throttle his best friend and also trying to sort through his drunk thoughts to find the words he needs. “Yes. Okay. That may be true. But feelings come and go!”

“Fine,” says Robin reluctantly. “But, and I hate to put a damper on your drunken dreams of winning her back, but! In this case, Nancy has already moved on to someone else… right?”

Steve snaps his fingers. Jonathan— of course! That’s why that stupid horror movie seemed so familiar; he remembers seeing the freaky poster hung up in Jonathan’s room from when he and Nancy and Jonathan had fought off the Demogorgon the first time around. Steve hasn’t thought about Jonathan in a while, which seems odd given that he used to waste so much time thinking about the guy. Even before their team-up— actually, especially before they had teamed up, he had a penchant for watching the weird Byers kid. “Right,” he exclaims. “Yeah, yes! She’s moved on!”

“So,” says Robin, with the patience of a schoolteacher. “Don’t you think it’s time that you move on too?”

“Totally,” he agrees, catching her off-guard. “Yes. I’m gonna make her so jealous.”

When he looks over, Robin is fully chugging the bourbon. Steve snatches the bottle away, laughing somewhat maniacally— except not at all, this is awesome, he has a totally awesome plan.

Step one is get on the work computer and misuse his employee privilege as a Family Video store clerk. When he fails to type in his password correctly a third time, Robin sighs, finally hopping down from the counter. “I want it on record that this is a bad idea,” she declares, typing in her password anyway before heading to the back room. Steve takes advantage of her absence to quickly scan through their alphabetized account list. Thankfully Byers, J. is close to the top. 

He scrawls the phone number down on the back of an empty receipt as Robin closes down the store— beginning with the music, then the lights. They are left alone with only the computer, which Steve quickly shuts off, and the television, which Robin misplaced the remote for. Neither of them can find it in the dark and so they leave Ash and friends to face their inevitable demise at the hands of the zombie demons. It won’t be the worst close they’ve ever done, and Steve refuses to believe that Keith’s opinion of him could sink any lower.

Robin grabs the nearly empty bottle, shoving it into her backpack. Steve grabs his jacket, pulling it on with a wince as they step out of the store into the January night air. “It’s too cold to drive, and I’m too drunk to walk,” says Robin, arms already tightly folded over her chest but teeth not quite chattering yet. “I mean… no, wait, maybe that is what I mean.”

“I got this,” Steve assures her. It’s then that Robin notices the receipt, and lunges for it. Maybe if Steve had full control of his faculties he would be able to hold it out of her reach. She snatches the paper and Steve moans, “Aw, c’mon, give it back! You’re messing up my whole plan!”

“Your plan to get back with your ex by making her jealous? Oh my god, you’re serious.” Robin laughs, shoving the receipt back at him. Her grin is too wide and goofy to cause any real hurt, especially when her eyes crinkle up in the corners and she teases, “Look at that, Harrington! You finally got a girl’s number.”

Steve, smiling back, doesn’t correct her.

--

The only cab in Hawkins surely isn’t the only cab in Hawkins, but it feels that way as they drive down the otherwise dormant city streets. Most people, Steve reckons, don’t stay up late drinking with their coworkers on a cold weeknight in January. Or if they do, they probably go to a bar close to their office downtown, or even a nightclub.

In the backseat of the only cab in Hawkins, Steve and Robin lean against each other like siblings on a road trip, slouched together thanks to the late hour and all the drinking. He’s sure they smell like shit but they feel amazing, smacking each other’s arms to point out passing landmarks or giggling about the music on the radio. The driver hasn’t commented, leaving them to their own devices as they joke about how they feel like New Yorkers, or like superstars. 

The taxi drops Robin off outside her home first, and she leans over to give Steve a bourbon-soaked hug. He relishes in it, trying to remember the last time he got a hug from anyone. Hell, it was probably Robin, and before that, he has no clue. Dustin has been busy with his new Dungeons and Dragons group, and Lucas and Mike were never big on hugs anyway. So he hugs back, still laughing at Robin’s terrible Bronx accent, and as he does she whispers, “You got this, dingus.”

“Thanks,” Steve whispers back, feeling tipsy and joyful and supported— until he realizes that she meant he’s the one on the hook for paying the taxi driver. He settles back into his own seat to sulk.

On the radio, REO Speedwagon choruses, “I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for; it’s time to bring this ship into the shore, and throw away the oars, forever…” and the driver hums along.

Steve’s hand finds its way into his jacket pocket, where his fist closes around Jonathan’s number.

--

“Hey,” Steve nearly sings, as soon as the call goes through. “Hi. Sorry, I— I know it’s late,” which is technically true, even if he has no idea what time it actually is. But based on the moonlight streaming through the window in the kitchen, he’s breaking several social rules. “I just… It’s, um, it’s Steve. Harrington, in case, uh, you know any other Steves…?”

A woman answers. The receiver slips right out of Steve’s hands and he curses modern, cordless technology, fumbling to grab it before he drops the phone, or worse, the call. “… afraid I don’t know any Steves at all. Can I help you, young man?”

“Oh, shit.” The woman inhales sharply, and Steve’s mind supplements an image of Byers, Joyce. Shit. Of course. “I’m sorry, uh, I’m calling for Jonathan? If he’s even home?”

Sounding much less friendly, the woman pauses. “I don’t know who you mean, but this is a new number. If you’re trying to reach the Byers family—”

“Yes, exactly, yeah, Jonathan Byers—”

“They don’t live here anymore.” Steve crumples up the paper and tosses it, furiously, into the sink. “I have their forwarding number, if it’s very important…?”

“It’s urgent,” Steve assures her, scrambling to find something to write on. He ends up grabbing his father’s fountain pen and writing Jonathan’s new number painfully across the back of his hand.

After apologizing and wishing the wrong number a good night, Steve stares at those messy, ink-blotted digits. Before he can give himself cold feet, he dials the number; he doesn’t breathe once the whole time it rings.

The line picks up again. This time Steve is more cognizant that it might be Joyce, or even worse, Will— the kid would definitely recognize his voice, and while Steve is sure that Jonathan’s impossibly kind younger brother would support him in this late-night endeavor, he’s also sure that Mike Wheeler would definitely hear about it. Which would ruin the entire scheme, of course.

The scheme, which seemed so infallible back at Family Video, swims and wavers in his head now. Steve tries to go through the plan point by point, but it all falls to pieces when a groggy, familiar voice says through the receiver, “Hello?”

“Hey,” Steve says. He leans against the kitchen island, exhaling all the air in his lungs. “Hi. It’s Steve. … Harrington.”

“I only know one Steve,” Jonathan says, dry as a desert. Steve smiles nervously. “Why are you calling? Is something wrong?”

“No, no, all quiet on the Western front.” This nets him a chuckle from Jonathan, so he soldiers on: “I was just wondering, you know, uh… if you wanted to come over?”

Puzzled, Jonathan asks bluntly, “What? Why?”

“I was thinking about you,” says Steve, leaning into it hard. He has charisma, or at least, he once did— he knows how to do this part. “Thinking maybe you could come over and we could fool around.”

Nobody has ever hung up so fast.

Steve stares at the dead phone in his hand. He wonders about the vicious gossip that he’d heard back in high school about Jonathan Byers, that he was more than just weird and a loner. Maybe those rumors really were nothing but rumors spread by small-minded townies. Steve’s parents aren’t home. It would be so easy for him to break into his father’s liquor cabinet. He could probably knock himself out within the hour, and sleep off this whole bad idea. He could laugh about it with Robin tomorrow night at work— I wanted to do what last night? I got some girl’s phone number out of the system? Man, no, I went straight home and went to bed. On an unrelated topic, I need to update the contact information on the Byers file.

Steve presses the redial button.

It rings for a little longer this time, and he can just picture Jonathan deciding whether or not to pick up, leaning over his own kitchen counter with a vein jumping out of his forehead behind his messy, home-cut bangs. Sure enough, when the call does get picked up, Jonathan sounds even more stressed than usual. He demands, “Is this a joke?”

If he’s wrong, and Jonathan’s not that type of person, and he tells Nancy… Steve shakes off the doomed train of thought. “No,” he says, firmly. “Not a joke.” 

Jonathan swears softly, so soft that Steve was sure he wasn’t meant to hear it, then: “Are you drunk?”

“Well, yeah,” he admits. Jonathan sighs loud enough to nearly blow the speaker. “What about you?”

“No.” A pause. “I think I should probably be a lot less sober for this.”

“That’s the spirit,” Steve cheers. “Where are you? Can you come over?”

Just as he’s starting to get butterflies, Jonathan cuts through the excitement with a deadpan, “California.”

“California?” He squints at the number on his hand. Is eight-one-eight the area code for California? “What the fuck? Is Nancy there with you?”

“Um.” A very pregnant pause. “No?”

“What… are you… Are you on vacation?”

Once more, Jonathan sighs. “What do you want, Steve?”

“I told you,” he replies, and even to his own ears he sounds bitchy. He adjusts, softening his tone a bit. “Just wanna make you feel good, Jonathan. I’ve been thinking about it.”

“You haven’t exactly kept in touch,” Jonathan retorts, although his voice sounds different now. Steve listens keenly but he can’t hear anything else on the line except the complaining. “I mean, you thought I still lived in Hawkins, and I’ve been gone this whole school year.”

“Well, we’re not exactly friends,” Steve parrots back. That shuts the other boy up alright. “Doesn’t mean I don’t think about you.”

“Steve—”

“Even tonight, hanging out with a friend, I was thinking about you. Should’ve been thinking about girls. I was thinking about you.” Steve frowns. “You and stupid Ashley Williams.”

“Listen,” tries Jonathan. “You’re just drunk—”

“Even back when we were in school together I would think about you,” he admits, low. “Why do you think I gave you such a hard time? I heard what everyone said about you. Couldn’t get it out of my head. It wasn’t the first time I heard that someone could be… like that, but it was the first time I saw a boy and thought that I might be like that.”

What had the scheme been again? Call Nancy Wheeler’s queer boyfriend, rile him up a little? Get him to tell Nancy about it and make her all jealous? What is his endgame here, because only boys who like boys talk to boys about the things he’s talking to Jonathan about right now— and Jonathan isn’t even really reciprocating.

The soft breath is the only sign of life from California. Steve closes his eyes, swaying against the kitchen counter. “And I was so, so fucking stupid back then. That’s how I lost Nance, and that’s how come I treated you like… just like garbage. I broke your stupid camera, and I pushed you around, and when people gave you a hard time I didn’t say shit. I basically made your life hell.”

“You bought me a new camera,” says Jonathan quietly.

“Aw, c’mon, Nance.” Steve grimaces. “That was supposed to be a secret.”

“And I wasn’t the best person back then either. I mean, I can’t think about how I acted in junior high without dying a little bit on the inside. But… um… doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it,” Jonathan tells him, in that same quiet voice. Steve wonders if he’s trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t wake up his family. Even when Jonathan had repulsed Steve, he’d always been secretly jealous of the closeness of the Byers clan. “And… uh, all that stuff you said, um… I used to think about it too. About… you and Nancy, mostly. It was wrong, I know, and—”

Steve interrupts, “Was it?” He sounds as wild as he feels. “Was it wrong?”

“Um…”

“You home alone, Jonathan?”

“I, uh.” Now there is a rustling on the other side of the line. “Will and El are at a sleepover camp thing for school, and my mom’s working nights this week at this temporary… um… Are we really— I mean, are you really…”

Steve hums. “I’m home alone. Didn’t even ask where my parents are, and they didn’t volunteer the information. But it means I’ve got this big place all to myself.”

Shallowly, Jonathan sucks in air. “Where are you?”

“The kitchen.”

That shocks a surprised laugh out of the other boy, which in turn makes Steve smile bashfully. “You can’t— you can’t have phone sex in the kitchen,” he scolds Steve. “People make food in there! Go to your bedroom, you fucking freak.”

“Look who’s suddenly an expert on phone sex,” Steve teases.

He goes anyway, heading slowly and normally towards the second floor until Jonathan casually drops, “Well, I have been in a long-distance relationship since September.”

Steve trips up the stairs, dropping the phone for the second time tonight. When he picks it up Jonathan is still there, breathing just as softly. Steve takes the rest of the stairs four at a time. He lunges for his bed and collapses there like a dead weight, still wearing his work clothes. Shit, he’s still wearing his shoes. He hears soft laughter coming down the line and, embarrassed about his heavy breathing, demands hotly, “You and Nancy have phone sex?”

“It would be pretty hard to have any other kind of sex two thousand miles apart.” That dry humor is doing terrible, insane things to his body right now. Steve chews his lip, closes his eyes, and fumbles with the button on his jeans. “So you get pretty good at discussing, and imagining. And waiting.”

“The first two sound alright.”

“Waiting can be fun too,” Jonathan tells him gently; his voice is so soft and low that Steve doesn’t realize he’s being seduced until his pulse has already risen. “But, yeah, talking is Nancy’s big thing. … I’m sure you remember that.”

Steve makes a face, giving up on his zipper. What he remembers about his sex life with Nancy is mostly too sad to dwell on, except during his most pathetic, embarrassing shower sessions and wet dreams. Things were good between them, of course— she’s the most beautiful woman on the planet— but after that pivotal time at the party, in this very bedroom, things were never the same. Sex with Steve had begun to remind Nancy of her dead friend, which would have been a mood-killer for Clark and Lois. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she dumped his ass for Jonathan.

“What about this?” Steve imagines that Jonathan is right next to him on the bed instead of two thousand miles away. He turns his head to face the other pillow, but his eyes stay firmly closed. “Shouldn’t you… talk to Nancy about this?”

Once again, Jonathan effortlessly flips his world upside down with a sentence: “We did.” He sounds almost amused. “That’s why I hung up on you. I freaked out, and called her.”

Steve sits up so fast his head spins. “You called her? You— what did you tell her?”

“I told her you were drunk and trying to hook up with me,” says Jonathan, like it’s not a big deal at all. “And then her mother kicked her off the phone and chewed me out for calling the house so late.”

“But,” splutters Steve, “what did Nancy say?”

“She was really excited,” Jonathan admits. Steve, himself, is really excited— in fact, he thinks he might throw up for reasons entirely unrelated to the consumption of alcohol. “She asked for details, and I said I’d let her know if you called back. Then Mrs. Wheeler got on the line.”

He stares at the empty walls of his room, desperately trying to make sense of what Jonathan is telling him. “She wasn’t mad?”

“She was furious. Kept going on about time zones and all that shit.”

“Jonathan, I mean Nancy.”

“Steve, I know. I’m just teasing. You sound so tense.” Steve wonders how any man could feel relaxed while hearing this information. “Yeah, she was excited, and… a little nervous; she warned me it might have been a prank or something, but then I said ‘what if it’s not’, and she said ‘well, if it’s not, then obviously’… yeah.”

Steve gapes. “Obviously?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan echoes. “And asked for details.”

“Makes sense,” he says, weakly. “She’s a great reporter.”

“So, details.” Jonathan’s voice sinks down again, and Steve mirrors the change in tone, lying back down. He’s still reeling from the news that his plot to make Nancy jealous has been found dead in the water, and instead it seems that Jonathan and Nancy have machinations of their own. “Did you listen to what I said?”

“About Nancy?”

“About leaving the kitchen. Where are you now, Steve?”

“Oh. The— my bed.”

Jonathan exhales, “Good,” and Steve starts to melt. “And what are you doing right now in your bed?”

“Taking my shoes off,” he answers honestly, which startles another laugh out of Jonathan.

“That’s… a good place to start, I guess. How drunk are you, man?”

“I just feel… I don’t know. I feel good.” Keeping up the honesty is probably a good bet. “I like that you told Nancy. I like that she… likes the idea. She’s thinking about it, maybe.”

The line is silent, but live with Jonathan’s breathing. Steve’s chest rises and falls in sync. “Thinking about what, exactly?”

Right. Details. “This isn’t what I’d pictured,” Steve tells him. “I never imagined you out in California. In my head, you’re still the same scrawny, skinny kid forever stuck in Hawkins. Doesn’t make sense, you living so far away. Do you have a tan now?”

“Not really,” he admits, sounding sheepish. “I look pretty much the same. Taller, maybe.”

“I doubt it. Bet you’re still small enough for me to pick you up, toss you around.”

“You could try it,” Jonathan huffs.

“Bet you’re used to taking the lead with Nancy,” Steve continues, closing his eyes again. He kicks off his other shoe. “You ever been with someone bigger than you? I mean, someone who could really put you where they wanted?”

“You’re not so big,” says Jonathan. He sounds uncertain— it sends goosebumps down Steve’s arms. “Where would you want to put me?”

“I’d like to pin you down and watch your face as I get you off.” The reaction is immediate— the bitten-off gasp is a sound Steve will treasure forever. “I would want you in my bed, in my car… I don’t know. Everywhere. I’d want you to ride me.”

“Jesus.”

“I’d ride you too,” Steve hastens to add. “I’m not totally unfair.”

Jonathan makes a noise somewhere between a cough and a whimper.

“I used to think about making you suck me off, back when I was still kind of learning what blowjobs were and so they were pretty much all I could ever think about. You have a really pretty mouth,” he goes on even as Jonathan’s breath hitches, “and I think you would look good on your knees.”

“I do,” Jonathan says. “I mean, I would, I— Nancy tells me all the time.”

“What, you suck her off?” Steve laughs, except the noise kind of dies in his throat because Jonathan doesn’t laugh too. He puts the phone down, suddenly desperate to be free of his clothing. Throwing his work vest and shirt towards the dresser, followed by his jeans and briefs, he lies back down and repeats his question. “You go down on her?”

“Of course,” says Jonathan, kind and sweet and kind of dirty. Steve shuffles around until he’s comfortable under the blankets, and he can hold the phone in one hand and his dick in the other. He would usually grab lotion from his bedside table, maybe stop at a non-family video store on the way home from work to pick up a tape. Right now he doesn’t need any of that; he’s too close just from the sound of Jonathan’s voice. “I could do that for you too. I never thought it was something you’d want.”

“Well, you know what they say, Byers.” Steve palms himself, fucking in and out of his fist slowly. It’s too hot, too sensitive, too intimate. He clenches, his muscles tightening as he thinks about Jonathan doing the same. “If you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

Sure enough, there’s a quiet noise other than Jonathan’s voice. The connection isn’t clear enough for him to hear everything, but he can connect the dots. Jonathan says, still sounding strangled, “Did you manage to get your shoes off?”

“Yeah, now I’m working on getting my rocks off.”

A groan, low and a second too long. “Ugh. Nancy could’ve warned me you liked to tell jokes in bed.”

“What, am I not cool enough for you, California? Should I, like, tone it down, brochacho?”

“You’re kidding, but I do actually have a friend out here who sounds exactly like that.” Steve speeds up, his hips thrusting forward in small, jerky movements as Jonathan talks. God, he’s in so much trouble if he’s just getting off to the sound of the guy’s voice. He twists his wrist for a better angle as Jonathan continues, “You’re plenty cool enough for me, Indiana.”

“Hey, you’re Indiana too,” Steve reminds him. “God, I’m so— can you do more of the phone sex stuff?”

“Who says this isn’t the phone sex stuff? Maybe two guys jerking off together, talking about the state they grew up in is high-quality phone sex,” Jonathan teases. Now who’s telling jokes in bed? “You want me to give you the serious script, Harrington?”

“I want you to stop fucking around and put me on loudspeaker,” Steve gasps.

For a beat, Jonathan is silent. Then he does; the audio quality is slightly different, and Steve can more clearly hear skin-on-skin. Jonathan picks up the pace and Steve matches his rhythm, groaning through grinding teeth. When Jonathan speaks, he sounds nervous now. “Better?”

“Almost,” Steve says. “I want you to touch yourself. Keep touching yourself, the way you do when you do this with your girlfriend.” Jonathan’s breath hitches, and the sounds pick up— they are filthy in the best way. Steve is beyond glad they’re both home alone. His legs shake as he keeps going. “Except it’s different, right? When Nancy gets off she seizes up, right, like her whole body goes tight. With us, it’s different, and I want to hear you, wanna hear every part of it. I want you to ruin those fucking sheets.”

“Fuck,” gasps Jonathan. Steve tightens his grip too. “I wish—” and then before he can deliver that wish, he’s grunting, loud and primal and unmistakably masculine, as he comes all over himself. Steve can just picture it, those nimble, pale fingers wrapped around his dick— except he doesn’t exactly know what Jonathan’s dick looks like, so he has to make do with thinking about his own. And right as he’s about to sail over the edge, Jonathan breathes, “I bet Nancy’s getting off right now too.”

Well. It’s embarrassing how instantaneous Steve’s orgasm is after he hears that.

After all the discussing and imagining, as Jonathan had called it, they both come down slowly and in shared, comfortable silence. Steve sinks back down to sober, cold Earth like a fluttering leaf, and even after the reality of what just happened hits him he still doesn’t feel ready to accept it. The hard, unflinching truth is that Steve feels better right now than he ever has after sex, and Jonathan isn’t even here. He thinks he almost feels better right now than he ever has in his entire life. Uh oh.

“So,” Steve finally breaks the quiet post-orgasm haze lingering between them. “Are you coming home for spring break?”

[willow-lark]

birthdaygate ficlet!!!

(shoutout to @andiwriteordie for inspiring this—go check out andi’s latest birthdaygate fic!)

Mike Wheeler doesn’t trust this new guy at all.

It’s always crowded in Hopper’s cabin when the entire gang decides to meet up there, but it becomes claustrophobic with the addition of this extra person. Mike sits across from him in the circle as Nancy addresses the group—though the information she gives is mostly for the benefit of the new guy—about her, Steve, and Jonathan’s latest mission to the Upside Down, which they just got back from.

It’s been a long and difficult two years since Vecna first split Hawkins into quarters and fully opened it up to the Upside Down. They’ve been fighting ever since, but though they know full well that Henry’s still alive, he always eludes El’s discovery, instead taunting them from the shadows as he plans his next attack.

Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan took a dangerous reconnaissance mission into the Upside-Down over night and returned an hour before dawn, immediately calling everyone together instead of waiting for their planned meetup at eight-thirty, which is why Mike is sitting here stifling a yawn instead of being asleep in bed.

It’s this kid’s fault.

Because not only did the three of them return with the information they set out to gain—a success, to be granted—they also came back with someone new.

This kid looks to be about the Party’s age, but he’s gaunt and pallid, with dark circles under his eyes. Mike’s never seen green eyes look so dull before. The kid keeps twitching as he glances around at everyone, like some kind of cornered rabbit. Maybe like Bambi. Earlier, Joyce Byers passed him a blanket, which he keeps drawn tight around his bony shoulders, clutching onto it with trembling fingers.

“How long were you in there?” Nancy asks the boy.

“A long time,” he tells her in a scratchy tone of voice. “What date is it?”

“November sixth, 1988.”

Nancy’s response seems to amuse him slightly—the corner of his mouth turning up for a split-second in an expression that Mike usually sees Jonathan wear—but his voice is sullen as ever. “Oh,” the kid says, and then amends himself, “almost two and a half years.”

“Did you ever see anyone else when you were in there?” asks Joyce, and the kid’s eyes dart to her.

Nancy is standing, and she paces a little back and forth. “I can’t believe we didn’t realize there were survivors who fell through the gates when they first opened!”

“No,” the boy answers Joyce. “It was just me. And—”

“Henry. One,” El fills in, and the two of them have the same kind of wide, docile eyes. But Mike knows that El is anything but docile. She’s killed multiple people directly in front of him. The thing is, though, Mike knows that El is on his side. He doesn’t know that about this random kid.

“Yes. Him.”

After a little while longer of questioning, the boy asks if he can go to the bathroom, and once he disappears into the cabin’s small one, the rest of them all erupt into arguing.

“How do you know we can trust him?” Mike snaps immediately. “For all we know he could be working with Vecna! What if Vecna sent him as a spy?”

“Mike!” Nancy snaps back. “You don’t know that! When we bumped into him in the Upside Down he was running for his life. He’s just some kid who fell through the gate. Benefit of the doubt, much?”

“And survived for two and a half years? I bet you couldn’t last a week in there. You don’t think he had help?”

Nancy throws up her hands, and Jonathan joins in, a little more placatingly. “We’ve been at a dead end for months now, Mike. This kid is the only lead we have at this point. He could help us.”

The general consensus is in Nancy and Jonathan’s favor, even from the adults. Hopper raises an eye at him, and says he needs to be a little more reasonable. Whatever that means. They’ll all come crying back to him when it turns out he’s right, just wait and see.

Tomorrow it’ll be five years to the day that all of this started, when Mike and Dustin and Lucas found El in the woods and expanded their Party to four. It’s been so long now that Mike can’t really remember the reason they were out there in the first place, considering that there was a heavy storm. It was probably some kind of pre-teen rebellion among the three of them. Mike’s pretty sure he had actually gotten grounded earlier that evening. If rebellion was what they were looking for, they ended up getting involved in something way more insane. Though they couldn’t save Barb Holland, Nancy’s friend, El killed the monster that hunted her. And since then, things have only escalated.

And that’s without adding this strange new boy into the mix. Mike doesn’t trust easily, and he certainly doesn’t trust him.

Not even when the boy returns from the bathroom and Nancy finally remembers to ask him his name.

Not when the question seems to catch the boy off-guard, and Mike watches him gulp before he answers in a quiet voice, gaze flicking toward Mike and away again, “My name is Will.”

Not when his answer sends an odd jolt of déjà vu through Mike’s chest, like he’s five years old again making friends with the shy kid on the playground. For a moment, Mike wonders if he knows this kid.

Probably, if he’s a student at Hawkins High. They’ve probably made brief and accidental eye contact with each other walking down the hallway.

Will is a pretty common name.

/end scene! if u read all of this then thank you ☺️💕 i have SO MANY birthdaygate ideas but i feel like this would be a long au which i don’t have the capacity to write rn :/// however i DO have literally the whole thing planned out in my brain so if anyone wants to hear it just come send me an ask 👀

[knottyk]

Can't Fight This Feeling 

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader, Eddie x Fem!Reader, and platonic interactions with other characters.

Summary: The group went on an overnight beach trip where Y/N and Steve found themselves in an argument. A sing-off leads to a choir performance and Y/N catches the eyes of the one and only Eddie Munson. (no spoilers!! s1-4)

Word count: 1.9k 

Warnings: silent treatment, implied arguing, not proofread 😮‍💨

A/N: *shamefully pokes head through door gap* *squeezes whole body in the room* so sorry for being MIA and suddenly coming back with a a new fic for another fandom aaaaaaaa, you can consider this my red flag. I give you permission. 🚩 Anyway, I binged Stranger Things season 1-4 within a week and now I live with permanent dark circles and an unsteady sleep schedule plus undying love for all the characters… and heartaches from all the losses.

PS: i wrote this to 'Can't Fight This Feeling' by REO Speedwagon..

do not repost w/o permission, reblogs are most welcome &lt;3

It was the way that Steve would let his gaze linger on Nancy when she laughs at his jokes or the way that he’d offer his shoulder when she cried, no questions asked. For him, it was an act of service for an old friend whom he had history with. History that neither Jonathan or Y/N could erase. 

As the group sat around the bonfire, Y/N watched as Steve offered Nancy his freshly made s’mores. She looked away when Jonathan put an arm around Nancy, not wanting to see her friend upset for the same reason once more. 

They’d gone through it before but it fell on deaf ears and resulted in a slight rift in their friendship as Steve made her realise where she really belonged in his life. The night was not off to a good start.

“You’re my friend. Why can’t you just respect that I’m not over her? She’s all I want, damn it.”

Each sentence digging a deeper hole in her heart. Steve may not know how she truly felt but that doesn’t mean the others are blind to the truth staring at them in the face.

Robin drove a leg in between Dustin and Y/N and wedged herself down on the log. “You okay?”

Her gaze lost in space and hands playing with the sand, Y/N replied with a nod. Robin followed her line of sight and sighed when she reached the other end. 

“He’s still not talking to you.” Robin faced Y/N and watched as the flames illuminated her side profile. 

She remained silent. The kids’ chatter and the gentle sound of waves against the shore enveloping them.

“Give him time. He’s just being stupid.” 

“Time? I’ve given him plenty.” Y/N said in a sharp but low voice. “If that’s what he really wants to do, let him. I don’t care anymore.” 

The kids suddenly erupted in cheers and hooting, snapping Robin and Y/N out of their own conversation bubble. Eddie had just taken an acoustic guitar from one of the tents and is now challenging the kids to a sing-off. 

“Okay, so the rules are simple.” Eddie towered everyone else as he stood with one foot on one of the logs, using his leg as a resting place for the guitar. “Spin the bottle. If it points to you, you sing.” 

“Where are we going to spin the bottle? That’s not fair.” Max interrupted. “There’s no flat surface and the fire is in the middle so it won’t work either way.”

“Fine! I will be the bottle. I’ll choose whose turn it is.” Eddie elongated his neck for emphasis while addressing max sitting across him.

Lucas raised his hand. Beside him, Max muttered, “Still not fair.”

Eddie sighed and extended an arm gesturing him to go on with his question. 

“We won’t get enough turns.” He looked around to look for support within the group. “There’s like, 14 of us.” 

Beside Lucas, Erica muttered something about regretting joining the outing.

Dustin perked up, also raising his hand. Though, he didn’t wait for Eddie’s signal that he could speak. “Yeah, there’s not enough lines in the song for all of us to actually enjoy singing a phrase.” 

Mike joined in on the conversation, breaking from the conversation he was having with El. “Wait, what song are we doing?” 

“Can we sing Can’t Fight This Feeling?” El looked up at Eddie, her doe eyes glistening. 

“Ooh, that’s a good song.” Max agreed, now looking expectantly at Eddie.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie, on Y/N’s right side had started bouncing his leg up and down, fingers roughly scratching at his nape. 

“We’ll do it in pairs, we’ll follow a clockwise order, starting from Vickie. Yes, we can do that song and yes, you have a minute to pair up.” He had his eyes closed, ring clad fingers spread out and hands hovering in the air. His guitar tucked under his arm.

Robin tapped Y/N’s shoulder gently before whispering. “I gotta get back. Later.” 

On the left side of the circle, Vickie sat with her legs crossed at the ankles as she waited for Robin to circle back to her. Dustin scooted back to his original place beside Y/N. 

From across her seat, Y/N saw how Steve paired with Will. Though, his expecting stare at Nancy before she almost immediately turned to Jonathan didn’t slip through her observation. 

Meanwhile, Y/N was about to ask Dustin to be her partner but he was already practicing the verse with Erica. 

“Too bad, it looks like you’re stuck with me.” Eddie spoke as he started fingerpicking the opening tune. Tuning the strings as he went.

Y/N looked over to his other side where Robin and Vickie are laughing at one another, clearly partnered up. He was talking to her. 

“Not bad at all, actually.” She smiled up at him as the soft wind suddenly carried stray hair over her face. 

He had a charming grin on his face, dimples visible and further emphasised by the light emitting from the fire. He broke their eye contact and addressed everyone else. “Ready?” 

The group replied in a variety of agreement and some silent nods. Eddie began to play the opening rhythm as Robin and Vickie got ready to sing the first verse. 

I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

What started out as friendship has grown stronger

I only wish I had the strength to let it show

The chaotic ambience just a mere moment ago was replaced in stark contrast by the warm smiles and attentive ears. Each one of them carrying swelling hearts from a moment so wholesome and peaceful, compared to what they’d gone through the past years.

The next pair to sing was Nancy and Jonathan. Two of them started off timid but eased into the song almost right away. Hands clasped within each other’s and loving glances were shared as they sang the words. 

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever

I said there is no reason for my fear

'Cause I feel so secure when we're together

You give my life direction

You make everything so clear 

Steve averted his gaze and just caught her eyes when it was their turn. His singing more of a mumble and had to be gently nudged by Will. The group chuckled softly as Y/N broke off their stares and instead focused on the fire. Steve followed suit. 

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

He was being eaten by the guilt for him snapping at her just after they arrived the beach, now too afraid to approach her so he chose to give her time to cool down. It sucked that such a moment is wasted not by her side but somehow, he did deserve it, he thought.

The group erupted in cheers and laughter as Mike opened their verse with him dramatically kneeling on the sand and grabbing them with his fist as it sprinkled away with the wind. Eleven giggling through the song. 

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever

The laughter died down as Lucas and Max’s turn approached. Max had an elbow on Lucas’ shoulder and her chin on her hand, both of them swaying to the melody. 

'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fightin' for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crashing through your door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

Erica rolled her eyes at Dustin who had a pretend mic in his fist, placing it in between them. The girl eventually joining in the song and even having her own pretend mic, a hand over her chest and eyes shut. 

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running 'round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm followin' you, girl

'Cause you take me to the places

That alone I'd never find

Y/N remained staring at the fire the whole time. Her eyes focused on the waves of the fire and how it wiggled through the air, as she simultaneously listened to the lovely voices carried by her friends. Too focused on the fire that she missed singing her verse with Eddie. 

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

Her head snapped up when he started to sing. His voice was deep and raspy compared to his normal talking voice, a perfect combination with the cool and smooth sound of the guitar. He tilted his head at her, with a teasing face. Still charming, she thought. 

The kids started to giggle and tease Y/N. The older kids (apart from one) joining in too. “That’s cheating, make her sing the next one!”

“You heard them.” Eddie told her as he shifted chords.

She smiled as she shook her head, not believing the teasing she’s receiving from the group. Robin and Nancy were the first to cheer when she began her verse. She could hear Eddie guiding her as he played. 

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fightin' for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever

All her fears and insecurities flying with the wind as they merged in a duet. Her eyes fluttering closed as she got carried by the moment. Opening them only towards the end where she locked eyes with Eddie who was already staring. 

She chuckled under her words and instinctively aligned her gaze across her where Steve sat silently, observing her. His brown eyes dull despite the bright shine from the light of the fire. His arms crossed over his chest and his body leaning forward, resting both elbows on his knees. At the sight of her, looking at him, he quickly found another focus.

Their sudden moment was interrupted when Eddie shouted, “Everybody!”

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fightin' for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crashing through your door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

The group erupted in the catchy chorus. Y/N feeling an arm over her shoulders, forcing her to sway. She looked over and saw that Dustin and the others had started the chain. She held Dustin’s hand on the other end and swayed along.

It was a memory waiting to be permanently engraved in their minds for the future to come. A perfect image of teens being teens. An image of youth. 

The swaying continued as Eddie finished the song with improvised riffs and ended it with a slow down strum, letting the strings ring out as it faded. 

Everyone clapped and hooted with big smiles plastered on their faces. 

Y/N looked over at Eddie. “Not bad at all.” 

He chuckled as he laid the guitar on the sand, eyes never breaking and smiles not faltering. His big, dark eyes embedded in her mind for the first time that night. Too drunk in the moment to realise the deep brown orbs watching them through the flames. 

masterlist