#knight!steve harrington x princess!reader

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

alone together

pairing: knight!steven harrington x princess fem!reader

wc: 1.5K

warnings: none, a moment of sexual tension, but it's clean.

summary: a knight and a princess alone in a gallery staring at art. nothing more.

A/N: kinda 'inspired' by the daphne and duke scene from brigerton season1 in the art gallery and also the song from the unofficial musical. also I kinda would love to do more for this au, so if anyone likes they could request ideas. also this idea came to fruition cause I was staring at the birth of venus painting at work.

masterlist / steve harrington

the gallery was one of two places your parents allowed you to occupy without being watched by thirty people. that and the castle where you’re trapped behind layers of brick and armored knights. and honestly the gallery wasn’t much different, brick walls surrounded you but they were covered in hundreds of marvelous artwork over the centuries.

your eyes bore into the birth of venus, her dreamy gaze entrapping you while trying to ignore the burning stare from across the room.

“a beauty, is she not?” raising your voice to communicate with your guest.

gentle steps echoed off the walls, the faint clanging of metal followed. “a rare one indeed.” a shiver up your spine, you don’t believe he was talking about the art.

“how much do you know about art, sir harrington?” turning on your heel to face his direction.

he stood with his back straight, feet firmly planted on the wood flooring. he kept his right hand curled on the hilt of his sword with his left arm limp at his side. his cream tunic paired with a light blue vest fit him well, loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough where it hugged his muscles when fighting. the black trousers were also… well fitted. you had to fight your eyes to stay on his face.

he was too pretty to be a knight, at least in your opinion. sharp pointed nose, pretty pink smile, his gentle brown eyes that made your heart speed up. sometimes you catch yourself staring, noting all his freckles or how he runs a hand through his hair wishing it was yours.

a cough sounded off the walls causing you to startle slightly, blinking in rapid succession five times. sir harrington was closer now, hands held behind his back.

he peered at you with a conceited frown, “feeling well princess?”

licking your lips before taking a swallow, eyes to the ground. “apologies, sir harrington. i did not mean to ignore.” feeling bashful under his watch.

“‘tis alright, princess.” leaning down a bit to catch your eyes. “and please call me steven. sir harrington is too formal between us, don’t you think?” the last three words are almost a whisper, even with just the two of you in the large room.

curious eyes taking him in, his as well moving around before trailing down. unconsciously you took a deep breath causing your breast to inflate from the air and your attire. steven’s eyes stopped for a moment before quickly looking at your face then turning to the painting.

both facing the painting, side to side with a small gap keeping a respectable distance. steven’s hands hidden while yours fiddles over your stomach.

“please, do repeat yourself sir har- steven. i would like to hear your thoughts, steven.” liking the sound of his first name. “and you may call me, y/n. if you wish.” crossing that boundary most royals don’t.

looking at the knight just as he does to you, he flashes a charming smile. “i quite like calling you princess. y/n will be for… special occasions.”

the shivers returned. “and what might be a special occasion, sir harrington?”

he cocked a dark brown, “i’ll feel it.” before once again, glancing away first.

he was someone you were told to stay away from, not sir harrington literally, but someone with his aura. a devilish person with the charm to follow, but like a snake you followed the tune from the charmer.

“well then,” breaking away from his side profile, “how about you tell me your feelings on this painting.” head tilting to re-examine venus. “would love to hear your insight.” finding any excuse to hear him speak. voice rich and smooth like those of the finest silk draped over your bed.

he took a deep inhale through his nose, chest puffing from the action and it drew your eyes, lips parting with a short exhale. “the painting is exquisite.”

you couldn’t help the light laugh from your lips, “that is quite true, but what in this painting draws you in?” leaning your side closer towards his.

“well,” he took a side step into your lean, causing your shoulder to nudge his bicep, “her eyes. they hold something within them, almost pulling me into a trance. i could stare at those cherub cheeks for hours, feel weak in the knees when they puff up from her smiles. i bet it’s a wonderful smile, wish that was included.”

you hummed in agreement. her gentle face was painted with such thoughtfulness and care, you envisioned her lover painting her. taking all the time in the world to stare at his love, getting to memories every single part of her that he loves to worship in private and this is his way of showing her off to the world.

you smoothed your hands down the front of your dress, eyes going from her face to her body. “her body is a temple. i envy her.” hands down by your sides.

a sudden warmth radiated near your hand, you looked down to see steven had dropped his own arms. his knuckles barely brushing yours, it felt inappropriate without your gloves but it was just the two of you.

“why envy? you're just as beautiful as this goddess.”

a deep inhale, “she looks… comfortable in her curves and softness. and i stand before her in a tight cage beneath this fabric, ribs aching and- and breasts ready to pop free.”

your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with both hands as you turned to look at steven. he seemed indifferent, only a raise of his brows and what looks to a restrained smile or smirk.

“apologies, again. my tongue is quite loose today, my parents would have my head for such language from a princess before a gentleman.”

he shrugs, “i won’t tell. say whatever you may.” his boots side-step closer, leaning his head so his lips could ghost over your ear. “do you wish to be free from clothes or is it something… more for you?”

you clutched the fabric of your gown into a fist, “both. wishing i could feel free in my skin, not wanting to be dressed in all these jewels and pins stabbing into my skull for a delicate updo. and i wish i could be free from the title that’s been attached to me since birth. a title i don’t want.”

“and what do you want?”

a light gasp left your lips when you looked over your left shoulder to see steven standing behind you, his hands holding on your biceps. he leaned his chest into your back and his hands skim down your heavy limbs. your breathing got heavier as his hands slipped past your elbows and stopped at your wrist. your eyes were entranced at the veins under his skin and the length of his fingers.

“what is it that you want, y/n?” steven’s lips bump the shell of your ear. a gasp mixed with more filled the room, eyes fluttering at the sensation.

“i- i want… i want you. steven, i want you. you are all i want in this life.” pleading with the knight behind you, finally speaking those hidden thoughts.

“if i could, i would whisk both of us away, leave everything behind and just be with each other. no judging or hiding needed.” his lips pressed wet kisses upon the apple of your cheek to the point of your jaw. steven slipped his hands further so you were palm to palm as he interlocked your fingers together.

you turned your head, lips parting as you held eye contact with your fearless knight. his light brown eyes hypnotized you and pulled you into a fantasy that you never wanted to leave. they made you dream of waking up beside him in a small cottage hidden in the woods, not stressed with lessons or an entire kingdom sitting on your shoulders. you’d slow dance in your kitchen, read books or poems to each other, profess your undying love for each other over and over in the millions of ways you could think of.

you blink and you're back in the gallery, standing before venus and in the hold of knight steven. a loud banging resounded through the empty hall causing you both to flinch away. anxious hands smoothed out invisible wrinkles and steven swiped a hand over his hair, clearing his throat before calling out, “what is it?”

the door creaked open and another guard peeked their head in, a woman with short blonde hair. you quirked your head, trying to recall if you’ve ever seen her around before, you can only picture an image of her walking beside steven. you glanced over to him and he was smiling at the knight, “buckley. what’s the issue?”

“sorry for intruding, but the king and queen are requesting your return. both of you.” giving herself a slight rock on her feet.

“uh, thank you, buckley. round up the others, we’ll meet outside.” and she nodded to his commands, shutting the door behind her.

steven turned back to you, keeping a distance you hated, but knew was needed. you could see he hated the space as well but knew his duty came first, your safety came first. “don’t want to keep your parents waiting. hopefully we’ll visit again, and see more of the art housed here. just the two of us…”you dropped your gaze to your feet, hiding your smile, “i look forward to the day, steven.”

-

[biancadjarin]

eddie munson masterlist:

series:

kitten and eddie bear (mean!perv!eddie x innocent!fem!reader)

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4(coming soon)

you're all mine (blurb)

miss americana and the heartbreak prince (eddie x popular!fem!reader)

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3

head over (chanel) heels (eddie x spoiled!fem!reader x steve harrington)

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4(coming soon)

send me an angel (mean!eddie x bratty!henderson older sister!reader)

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3(coming soon)

oneshots:

waiting for a girl like you (stepbro!eddie x innocent!fem!reader)

a roll in the hay (perv!eddie x innocent!countrygirl!reader)

looked up at me with honor and truth (knight!eddie x princess!reader)

modern!eddie x waitress!reader (featuring modern!steve harrington)

halloween with eddie (eddie x fem!reader)

laying in bed with eddie thoughts

soft eddie thoughts

multipart (but can be read separately):

bully!eddie

cheater!eddie

stepbrother!eddie

perv!eddie

modern!fboy!eddie

other:

spicy X links🌽🔞

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Inappropriate Touches

Pairing: Steddie x reader

Warnings: King! Steve Harrington, Personal Knight! Eddie Munson, light to heavy petting, unprotected p in v, bj's, exhibitionism, nipple sucking, fondling, cunnilingus, male masturbation, they get caught (technically), bodily fluid eating, let me know if I missed anything

———

You’d been married to King Steve Harrington for about six months now. It’d been sort of an arranged marriage so your family could become allies with the Harrington royal family.

King Harrington’s parents were still around, but had stepped down to allow their son to take over so they could go off and “see the world”, whatever that meant.

It’d taken awhile for you to get warmed up to the newly made king, and his personal knight who seemed to follow the king around like he was a second shadow.

Both men were intimidating. At least six foot with broad shoulders. King Harrington was more intimidating when he was dressed in all his king attire, fancy dress clothes and shoes with a flowy cape that hung from his shoulders, and often accompanied with a simple crown on his head. And the king’s personal knight, Eddie Munson. He was often dressed in full body armor, a sword on his hip, and a white cape down his back that showed his authority.

Both men seemed to take advantage of your timidness when dressed up, which was often for Knight Munson. They often backed you into a corner and or sandwiched you between them and showered you with praise while their hands roamed.

Overtime, these praises and simply touches developed into more. It was a slow process that you barely took notice of until you were on your hands and knees in your shared bed in King Harrington’s quarters, your eyes blurry with tears as Eddie shoved his cock down your throat and Steve used you from behind.

And as you got more comfortable with these inappropriate touches, the more often they came, especially outside the bedroom.

You’d been called to something important this early morning, so early that the sun hadn’t even risen yet. It was so important that you don’t really remember what it was about. And you were so tired, but you refused to go to bed cause you knew that if you undressed you’d just be redressed the next time someone needed you. So you were in the castle’s library, huddled over in a empty corner as you read a book on a rather comfy couch.

The doors to the library squeaked open and thud shut. You paid it no mind until two sets of footsteps came your way. Before you could see who it was, a curtain of dark, curly hair blocked your view.

You leaned your head back to see Eddie, dressed casually but still with his sword around his waist.

“Whatcha reading?” He asks, a smile on his face.

“Something about dragons,” You answered.

“One where the princess is captured and a knight in shining armor rescues her?”

“Sure,” You tell him, barely even remembering what the book was about cause you were so tired.

Eddie hums, standing to his full height and resting his large hands on your shoulders.

“Where were you this morning?” A voice asks in front of you.

You look up and see Steve standing in front of you wearing a loose, white shirt with some soft looking pants.

“I was called to something this morning,” You answer him.

“Before the sun rose?”

You nod.

Steve hummed, his eyebrows furrowing, “I’ll have to talk to whomever needed you so badly this morning that you were woken up before the sun.”

“Something about trade routes,” You tell him.

“Well they should be able to wait until sunrise for that, or until I get up,” The king mumbles, obviously not too happy about his wife being woken up before him.

“Well, we found you and that’s all that matters,” Eddie reassures Steve, leaning down to kiss along your exposed neck, wrapping his arms around your front to grope at your chest.

You watch as Steve crouches to his knees, sliding his hands under your dress to squeeze at your thighs.

“Oh, this is what you wanted?” You poke at the two men, making eye contact with Steve.

“Of course,” Steve purrs, hands pushing up and up. “We missed you this morning.”

You only hum in response as Eddie starts popping open the buttons on the front of your dress, stopping just below your sternum, he unties the string of the front of your under shirt as well, exposing you. The curly haired man pulls the collar of both shirts so your shoulders are exposed and he starts leaving open mouth kisses along the skin, occasionally stopping to nip and suck at the skin, groping your expose chest as he does.

Steve leans forward and takes your left nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue and sucking on it. He slowly inches his hands around your waist and gently pulls your underwear down your legs. You watch as he stuffs them in his back pocket, a sliver of the lace sticking out. The man meets your eyes, mischief dancing in his eyes before he puts his full attention back on your breast.

Steve switches over to your nipple, leaving your left one wet and exposed to the cool air.

You’re fighting hard to stay quiet, lips pressed together and hand gripping the nape of Steve’s hair. You jump when you feel two fingers venture between your lower lips, feeling the slick that’s been threatening to spill out onto the fabric of the couch. A whimper slips past your lips when Steve’s fingers easily find your clit, gently pressing against the button.

Before you can get too lost in the pleasure, both men pull away from your body.

Eddie moved to stand at the arm of the couch, blocking the view from any prying eyes of the library, and he pats the arm.

You place a bookmark in your book that you’d forgotten about and set it on the nearby end table, awaiting instruction.

“Come here,” The knight instructs. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”

You do as told, face heating up when you realize you’re face to face with Eddie’s crotch. You glance up at him and await his next movements.

Your attention is drawn backwards when you feel your dress move. You see Steve leaning down to lay on the couch under you, scooching upwards to disappear under your dress. Before his upper body fully disappears under your dress, you watch his hands untie the knot at the front of his trousers and pull them down just enough for him to pull out his erect cock. Steve’s hands disappear down your dress once more, moving to grip your thighs and pull you down.

“Sit,” You hear a muffled order.

You do as told, vulva meeting Steve’s awaiting tongue. Your breathing stutters and you almost slip into that certain headspace but fingers taps your cheek.

Your met with another erect cock, the head tainted a deep read.

“Open,” Eddie tells.

You do, watching Eddie’s cock disappear into your mouth. He stills when a comfortable length is in your mouth.

“Go on,” Eddie nods, encouraging you to move on your own.

You start, bopping your head up and down his length. Every movements back up brings your hips down onto Steve’s awaiting mouth. In which, spurred on by your movements, he starts his ministrations and licks up and down your vulva, dipping in between the folds and flicking against and around your clit.

You feel fingers join his tongue momentarily before a hand disappear from your legs and you being to hear a wet “schlick”, you assume Steve is jerking his exposed cock, simply turned on by the process of eating you out.

You turn your attention back to Eddie, sucking in every time you pull on his cock, earning moans from him and a hand on the top of your head. You feel saliva collect in your mouth and slowly slip from your slips, soaking into the plush cushion below.

You feel Eddie start to move with you and you adjust so your forearms rest of the arm of the couch and you arms can grip at Eddie’s trousers.

The longer you three go on, the louder you three seem to get.

Steve’s moans vibrate against you, making you jerk and grind against him with every noise. With the building pleasure in your abdomen, you can’t help but let moans spill past your vocal chords, the pleasure urging you on for Eddie. And with the harder sucking and faster bopping of your head from you, Eddie can’t help but groan and moan above you, eventually gripping your head with both hands.

The more the knight’s pleasure builds, the more prominent his thrusts into your mouth are. It ends up at the point where Eddie holds your head in place with both of his hands so he can fuck your throat at his own pace.

You sputter and gag, tears blurring your vision and saliva coating his cock and puddling onto the cushion below you. You’re gripping Eddie’s trousers and grinding down onto Steve’s mouth. The moans from both men and the sound of Steve jerking himself off spur you on, and you barely sense the knot in your lower abdomen until it snaps and white hot explodes from between your thighs.

Your moans build in pitch and volume as you cum, thighs shaking and your gripping at Eddie’s thighs, pulling at his pants.

Steve eats you out with vigor and he follows you soon after, the “schlick” growing in volume and speed, breathy moans vibrating against your center. His free hands grips your thigh. You can feel his trimmed fingernails digging into your skin.

As if on cue, Eddie follows both you and Steve in finishing. His thrusts are sloppy and hurried as he fucks in cum down your throat. His moans are more vulgar, groaning and cussing to himself as he rides out his high.

Slowly, even as Eddie stills rides out his high, Steve removes himself from under you. Fixing your dress so it’s not all crumpled up at the back of your knees.

Eddie slowly calms down, pulling himself from your mouth. He gives you a moment to swallow any remains cum and saliva before tapping your lips with the head of his cock. You open and watch as he squeezes the remaining cum from his cock.

As you close your mouth and swallow, Eddie pats your cheek with his fingers and you take that as a sign to settle down, still aware of Steve not fully removed from under you.

You watch as Eddie takes a handkerchief from a back pocket of his and as he wipes off his cock. You keep watching when he tucks his half-hard cock back into his underwear, and when he adjusts and ties his trousers back into place.

Eddie leans down to clean up your face, using a clean area of his handkerchief to clean up your face.

It’s when the handkerchief is back in the knight’s pocket and when he’s in the middle of a deep sigh does a someone clear their throat from around a bookcase.

Both of you jump and whip your heads around to the person.

It’s castle staff, looking nervous and awkward and he just caught you two in a rather intimate moment. He clears his throat again before speaking.

“Have.. uhh… either of you seen the king?” He asks timidly.

Said king removes himself fully from underneath you, his face is flushed and his forehead and cheeks are sweaty. He doesn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed as he sits up and turns to face the staff member.

“Yes?” He asks.

You notice he’s tying his trousers back into place. You had no knowledge of him cleaning himself up or tucking himself away.

The staff flushes and stutters, “Your parents are here, my king. They wish to see you.”

“Very well,” Steve sighs.

He moves to pull you to him so you sit back on your legs. He kisses you on the lips for a few seconds and hums at the taste before getting up, wiping his pants of imaginary dust. Steve moves around the couch to fall in beside the servant as he leads the king away from your corner of the library.

Before following, Eddie pats your cheek and gives you a wink before trotting after the king, curls bouncing on his shoulders.

You watch for a few moments before settling back into the couch. You take a few moments before realization settles in your chest and heats up your face.

You’d just been caught by a servant with both the king and his personal knight.

You heat up some more and bury your face in your, previously forgotten, book as you try to stave down the embarrassment.

[inkluvs]

fields of white clover

knight! steve harrington x fem!princess!reader

content warnings: time period discrepancies. cinderella reference kinda. royal au. steve is literally obsessed with you. hopper as a father figure. this is pretty much just world building.

summary: steve catches sight of you at a ceremony and finds you fascinating <3

a/n: posted 2 months or so ago originally (copy and pasting the original a/n bcos most of it still applies), i wanna thank @maddipoof for being my cheerleader n figuring out all of my incoherant thought with their super special decoder abilities <3 also @livingintheupsidedown ; @crappymixtape ; @ghostlyfleur ; @forevermoreharrington ; @theemporium ; and @beezywriting since they all read bits of it i was unsure about <3 also this is just the set up for future stuff and nothing really happens <3 it's just steeb being sorta head over heels for u <3

part one // series masterlist // taglist

You didn’t quite understand what you were doing with hundreds of nobles and servants around you. You knew what it was, of course, a ceremony; the kind you were required to be at to prepare you for your future, but you'd been spared any more details. It was funny, the way you’d been told that your presence was of the utmost importance this time in particular and still you had been given no details on why you had to be there, nor were you given details on why you couldn't sit in your regular seat. 

You normally wouldn’t mind it, the extent to which you’d been kept in the dark, but it would be helpful to know why there were so many pairs of leering eyes, staring at you like they were waiting for you to mess up. 

The majority of the time you had a choice. Whether or not you wanted to attend had always been an opportunity you'd chosen to take every time it had been offered. So much so that despite never having been taught about the process of swearing fealty in detail until you were fifteen, you’d been able to recite the oath at any given moment since the age of ten. 

Using your hand to shield your eyes from the sunlight, you noticed a man a couple of meters from you doing the same. He was tall, his hair a honey blonde in the sunlight. Something about him made him look ethereal despite not being able to see the details of his face. The way the light was reflecting off the metal of his armor and towards you, the direction shifting ever so slightly when he turned his torso gave him a sort of glow. There was a dull ache in the back of Steve's eyes. The throbbing only increased as he squinted, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked around. 

The way his curiosity seemed to heighten when he caught sight of you was similar to that of a child when they're told not to do something. It was the way he knew he shouldn't stare, that somebody would reprimand him later, but he couldn't help but think that there was something off about you. He didn’t know how he came to that conclusion, perhaps it was how out of place yet well-adjusted to your surroundings you seemed. It seemed like you’d done this before, so much so that you were bored. 

Steve couldn't if your uninterest intrigued him or offended him, maybe it was both, the irritation leading him to find curiosity in your nonchalance. He also couldn't tell why his train of thought was leading him there, maybe he was just as uninterested and you'd been the first person to openly display it, or maybe he simply found you that captivating. Something about the way you presented yourself was inherently enchanting to him. Suddenly, Steve from his thoughts, the whistle of the wind was no longer the only thing he could hear as heat rose to his cheeks.   

“Something catch your eye?” a familiar voice quipped. Steve shook his head quickly before shifting his attention to his surroundings, almost disoriented before he remembered where he was and what he’d been doing. He looked back to see who’d asked only to realize it was the face of a man he’d half recognized, not quite sure of his name. He turned back to you intending to only look for a second, but once again he ended up staring. The fact that you could so easily immerse him in you, the thoughts circling his mind of things unfamiliar and foreign to him, without even speaking to him was terrifying.  

Somehow, Steve composed himself enough to notice the king’s attempt to gather everybody's attention. In a matter of minutes, everybody had quieted down, waiting for the king to speak as the wind bit at their skin.   

The king took his stance next to you, standing tall above the crowd on the dais with the queen on his arm. He nodded once to the herald and looked across the crowd. The same routine as every ceremony.   

“My beloved subjects,” but you were new, “I am honored by your service and fealty. There is no prouder king than I, standing before you.” A lady in waiting possibly, “Time and again you have shown your strength, honor, and allegiance to your king, your royal family, and your country. You have my endless gratitude.” No, you’re too beautiful for a lady in waiting.

“But I would be doing us all a great disservice if I did not extend my thanks to my daughter,” a duchess, maybe, “The princess.” The king’s words echoed in the pavilion as the crowd muttered with uncertainty. He held his hand out to you, and you stepped forward hesitantly.

She’s the princess.

“The relentless devotion she has shown to our country and our people is beyond words. There is no greater love than that of your princess to her kingdom. I am certain she will be a most beloved queen, and as that time draws nearer, as does her coronation. Your next pledge shall be not only to me as your king but to her as your crown princess as well. I know you will all do well to honor your allegiance to her as she shall to you.”  

Everything seemed to come together in his mind at once, why you had looked so bored and why you struck him as different than anybody he’d ever met before. Now that he thought about it, you must’ve been to at least twenty of these ceremonies, each with a similar if not exactly the same speech and the same people. As much as he hated to admit it, Steve felt a stab of pity for you. He was only able to continuously attend such events since he had a choice, at least the majority of the time. And though he would never say it, out loud he still didn’t always enjoy every one he’d been to.    

And suddenly he was moving forward. He’d found himself lost in thought yet again, unaware of the fact that he'd been moving till somebody behind him bumped into him. His boots suddenly felt tight against the sole of his feet, his legs stiff as he fought the urge to turn around and leave. He wouldn’t do it of course, but somehow the thought of getting closer to you made him jittery. He flexed his palm before squeezing it into a fist, repeating the motion until his muscles became less tense.   

Steve couldn’t remember when he’d started this habit of sorts, just that it was now second nature to him, subconsciously flexing his hand and then squeezing it into a fist when he was trying to control himself or occasionally when he needed to focus. He was doing the latter now, still repeating the action as the leather heel of his boots sunk into the grass, the dirt muddy from rain the previous night. He stopped walking just as abruptly as he’d started, now a few inches from the dais.     

Steve looked at you again, except this time he was close enough to notice the slight pucker in your brow. The sunlight was no longer obstructing his vision as he saw you instinctively straighten your back with the weight of thousands of leering eyes. The pucker in your brow seemed to ease as the crowd dispersed, your eyes raking over the crowd until they caught sight of him staring back at you. Your lips twitched as you considered how you should respond before you decided on simply smiling at him. Steve mirrored your expression, and he felt a sudden sense of relief surging through him at your lack of reaction. It took him a moment to realize you were motioning him to come closer, and another minute for him to work up the courage to do so.  

You slowly lowered yourself off of the dais, praying that nobody was paying enough attention to you to notice before you landed on the ground. The grass crunched under your feet and you. Steve couldn’t tell how but you were more captivating up close. His eyes strayed to the curve of your lips, tracing the soft dip of your waist apparent in your kirtle.  

And suddenly, in a whirlwind of motion, you were gone. Steve looked around for the deep maroon of your dress, turning around until he noticed a scrap of the fabric left behind on the dais. He looked to his left and then his right before carefully pulling the cloth from the nail it had gotten caught on. Looping it around his wrist once, he tied a knot, just tight enough that it wouldn’t slip off. 

It wasn’t wrong, right? He intended to give it back to you, though he didn’t have the slightest clue when that was.  

- 

Steve’s back ached when he woke up. He didn’t know why, and he also didn’t know when he’d gotten back to his bed, but that was something to think about later. Instead, he was worrying about what he’d do with the shred of your dress, which was still on his wrist despite his tendency to move around in his sleep. 

“Are you up yet?” a familiar voice pierced through the momentary veil of silence in the manor. He sat up, fiddling with the fabric in an unsuccessful attempt to undo the knot he’d tied the previous day. Hopper saw the deep maroon of the fabric before he could hide it and Steve sucked in a breath through his teeth, waiting for his response. 

“How did you get that?” he paused. Steve opened his mouth to reply but Hopper's eyes went wide as he cut the boy off, “Tell me you didn’t steal it.” 

Steve shook his head almost instantly, appalled that the thought had even crossed the man's mind. Hopper seemed to deflate with relief. 

“I found it,” he explained vaguely. Hopper held back a laugh at the boy's unclear clarification.

“Yeah?” Steve nodded, “who’s is it?” 

And suddenly, over two decades' worth of barriers Steve had built around his vulnerability fell all at once. He looked at Hopper like a guilty little boy, like he’d accidentally dropped and shattered his mother's vase and he’d been caught near the scene. He looked at Hopper like he was scared of his potential response. The intensity of his gaze softened at the boy’s silence. He somehow seemed to understand Steve’s sensitivity regarding the subject.

“I found it on the edge of the dais,” he wasn’t technically lying. 

“You still aren’t answering my question,” Hopper said quietly. 

“You won’t be mad?” the man shook his head earnestly

“I found it at the ceremony yesterday,” Steve paused, thinking over his next words, “It’s from the princess’s dress, got torn on a screw” 

Somehow, when the words finally started falling from his tongue, they wouldn’t stop or slow down, the sentences he strung together becoming more rushed and incoherent with each passing one, the words toppling on top of one another and slurring in his throat as he recalled what had happened the previous day. 

“You should’ve seen her,” he trailed off, his eyes staring off into space as he smiled all fond. Hopper smiled at the boy’s lovesick demeanor, an odd sense of pride filling him with Steve’s vulnerability. It wasn't often that he opened up, so Hopper made sure to recognize it when he did.

“Are you going to give it back?” he prodded gently. Steve nodded.

“Next time I see her, yeah,” he replied, frowning as he did so. Steve hated the uncertainty of it all, the fact that he didn’t know when he’d see you next, or that he didn’t know what you wanted to say to him the previous day. He detested the spontaneity of it and the idea that he didn’t know the next time he’d bump into you, having been used to rigid rules and calculated decisions, yet Steve thought he could get used to it for you.

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Swords and Hoops

Word count: 3,634

Steve Harrington x Reader

Steve meets you at the Palace arcade after you come back from your holidays in California. Eager to see you, he's ready to let you show him one of your passions, showing you his in return.

“I almost had to wait for you!”

Steve rolls his eyes as he slams the car door and locks it. Burying his hands in his pockets, he walks up to you, his eyes dissimulated behind his thick sunglasses. He zigzags between the kids hanging out outside and the high schoolers passing by. Once he reaches you, he shrugs.

“Traffic.”

“As if. Since Starcourt opened, nobody’s coming here anymore.”

“Except nerds.”

“Except nerds,” you repeat, cocking an eyebrow.

Tugging on his sleeve, you bring him inside the Palace, taking off your denim jacket and tying it around your waist. You crane your neck in search of a free arcade cabinet, your footsteps muffled by the patterned carpeted floor, full of dust and dandruff. The air is stuffy, marked by the summer sweat of the kids spending their days inside despite the sunny weather and the temporary break in the heat wave announced by the weather reporters. The dropped and forgotten Skittles and Pop Rocks crunch under the soles of your shoes, making it harder to lift your foot from the floor.

And yet, you love it. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Steve yanks his foot off the floor, having stepped in gum. Grumbling, he lifts the collar of his shirt, hiding his mouth behind it.

“Can’t believe I’m being seen here.”

“Oh grow up, Harrington,” you snap. “You’re not in school anymore, who cares where you go? That’s the beauty of graduating. You don’t bother with popularity anymore.”

Before he can protest, you pivot on your ankle and poke his chest with your fingertip.

“Plus, you promised you’d be nice. And tolerant.”

Steve sighs and nods, dropping his collar and taking off his sunglasses. As he hangs them at his neckline, the fabric sags, revealing a patch of dark hair on his chest. You pretend not to have peeked and purse your lips, hiding your smile. You spot an unoccupied game and trot up to it.

“Dragon’s Lair?” Steve reads the name. “What’s that?”

“You’re a knight who has to rescue a princess in a castle.”

“That’s what you want to play?”

You turn around and lean against the machine with your arms crossed, tilting your hip.

“It’s one of the hardest games ever made, Harrington. Under what rock have you been living?”

“Uh, under ‘normal people’s rock’, I guess?”

Rolling your eyes, you turn back towards the cabinet and slip a coin inside. You close your fingers around the red joystick, your other hand hovering above the button on its left. After you choose the single-player option, the game begins.

Behind you, Steve rests an elbow against the top of the machine to watch you, his musky perfume filling your nostrils and distracting you from the game. You shake your head, drawing your focus back to the screen after you nearly miss the first in-game action. You take a deep breath and brace yourself to press the commands at the right time.

Steve furrows his brow as he watches, seeing you lose a first time because you didn’t press the right command. On the screen, Dirk the knight crosses his arms and turns into a skeleton, collapsing onto the ground. You grunt and throw your head back.

“So, um, what just happened?” he asks. “I don’t understand a thing I’m seeing.”

“I went too soon,” you sigh. “I’ve trained for this, I should know better.”

“You’re too competitive, you know that?”

You pull your tongue out at him and retract it as his fingers try to catch it. The way his lips curl up warms your heart. His hand lingers there between the two of you. Your eyes slip towards it and you hear your heart slamming against your ribcage, finding yourself tempted to entwine your fingers with his. As your cheeks flush red, you lock eyes with him, bewitched by his brown irises and the kindness emanating from them despite the tough demeanor he tries to maintain.

Before you start standing on the tip of your toes, Steve drops his hand and pats your shoulder.

“Well, while you’re trying again, I’m gonna get us some drinks. Fancy anything?”

“Coke, please,” you say as you pull out your wallet from your pocket.

His hand stops yours, the softness of his skin feeling like a cloud.

“It’s on me,” he whispers, avoiding your gaze as you notice that he’s been blushing, too.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. You, uh… You can start playing again. I’ll be right back.”

Without as much as another word, he walks past you and approaches the counter, behind which Keith stands, glaring at him while rummaging through the bag of chips he’s holding.

You slip your wallet back into your pocket and press your hand against your heart, trying to calm it down.

“What am I doing?!” you curse at yourself under your breath as you restart a game. You hope that you haven’t made it awkward between the two of you. Steve was reticent to even come with you to the arcade but accepted nonetheless when you offered to go together, for the sake of hanging out.

Since you’ve been back from your short holiday in Sonoma County, Steve seemed eager to see you again, calling you multiple times a day to suggest things you could do together. See a movie at Starcourt Cinemas, share ice cream at Scoops Ahoy, drop by the records store to browse the latest releases and listen to music at his place… Yet, there always seemed to be something coming in the way, whether it was your mom ordering you to babysit the neighbour’s son who never seemed to fall asleep, or your dad promising your grandma that you would help her clear her attic after years of putting it off.

When at last you had a day for yourself, you called him back and offered to go to the Palace first to beat some of your personal records and hopefully others too. This was your only condition and you were scared that Steve wouldn’t accept. He did, much to your surprise, obviously wanting to spend time with you above all, now that his fling with Brooke Carly was over.

And you hate Brooke Carly with every fiber of your being.

Somehow, being away for Steve, even for only two weeks, triggered something in you. As soon as you saw him pull up in the parking lot of the arcade, your heart started to race and your stomach turned into a knot. Now you noticed little things like his hairy chest and his perfume, and they were enough to distract you from everything.

Your finger twitches to direct the joystick of the machine as you squint your eyes, but press the wrong command. Again, the knight is reduced to a pile of bones. As the jingle plays, you feel someone poking you in the side. Steve is back, holding two large cups of soda.

“This is for you,” he says, handing you the cup of Coke, “and I got this for you too. I know you like ‘em.”

His fingers disappear inside his pocket before taking out a bag of peanut M&M’s, your favorite. You smile and shyly accept it.

“Thanks, Steve.”

“You’re welcome! Thought you’d need some fuel for the game. How’s it going so far?”

“Not great. Guess I’m a bit rusty.”

You bring the straw to your lips and take your first sip, pretending not to notice him staring at your mouth.

“That’s okay, I mean, I bet they don’t have that game in Sonoma, how could you have played it, right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Dragon’s Lair isn’t an Indiana-only game, c’mon. I could’ve skipped a family gathering to hang out with my cousins at the arcade there, but I didn’t. Felt too guilty.”

“Not surprised. Besides being over-competitive, you’re an absolute people pleaser.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes, you are!” he teases with a chuckle, poking the tip of your nose. “When was the last time you truly did something for yourself? Without caring about how other people would react or what they’d think? Mmh?”

Sighing, you rip the M&M’s bag open and bring one of the little snacks to your lips. You hate it when he’s right.

“Well, I did offer to hang out here when I know it’s not your kind of gig.”

“Oh, so you mean you didn’t care about what I’d think about coming here?”

“Not really,” you reply with a shake of the head, letting your earrings clink in your movement. “I knew you missed me too much already and that you’d accept anything I’d suggest.”

Pretending to be shocked, Steve drops his jaw and begins to tickle you. You hold on to your drink and laugh, throwing your head back as you try to push his hand away.

“You’re going to make me spill!”

Your fingers slide between his and he stops in a heartbeat, closing them around your hand and stroking the base of your thumb.

“You’re right, though,” he intones. “I did miss you.”

“So did I,” you reply, intoxicated by your proximity and the softness of his voice.

Behind you, someone coughs to catch your attention. An annoyed middle schooler stands there, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he glares at you through his jam jars.

“You’re done here?” he grumbles. “Some of us are here to play, not to flirt.”

“Go away, little shit,” you snap, pulling your hand out of Steve’s. “Go find another game, you see this one’s taken.”

The kid grunts and leaves, dragging his feet across the sticky floor. Steve raises his eyebrows at you, surprised by your reaction. You sip some more soda and shrug.

“People pleaser much?”

Steve laughs and sips his own drink, before resting the cup on top of the cabinet.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Really?” you ask in disbelief, stars sparkling in your eyes.

“Yeah! I mean, I’ll need directions, but we can make it work.”

You slip another coin into the machine and pick the co-op mode. After explaining the basic functions of the joystick and the buttons, you launch the game, easing him into your world. After trials and errors, he begins to immerse himself in it, testing his reflexes while chewing on his bottom lip.

Minutes pass as you two make your way through the level, dodging and turning, jumping and crouching. Without you noticing, a small crowd gathers around you, watching in awe as you progress through the game without a word, standing shoulder to shoulder. The world around you ceased to exist altogether, replaced by this delighting moment of complicity with Steve.

When you accidentally press the wrong command, the game comes to an end, greeted by sighs of disappointment from the audience. Only then do you see them, turning to face them. Within a heartbeat, the crowd dissipates, spreading across the arcade.

Steve throws his hands up and grabs his cup.

“Too bad, we did good.”

“Gnarly! Look, Steve!” you exclaim, pointing at the score flickering on the screen. “We’re number one!”

His eyes round as marbles, he leans in and blinks in disbelief.

“We made it.”

His jaw drops and he begins to jump up and down, giving you a high five.

“We made it!”

You tilt your head back and shake the M&M’s bag above it, letting them roll and drop into your mouth. As you chew, your hand begins to type in a name for the record screen, only to be stopped by Steve’s hiss.

“We can’t do that. We can’t register it.”

“What?” you frown. “What do you mean? We’ve scored the highest!”

“Look at number two.”

Your eyes follow his finger as you read the name below yours.

“Dustin.”

“Yeah, we can’t do that to him. I can’t do that to him,” he says, shaking his head. “He’d kill me if he knew.”

“It’s just a game, Steve, c’mon!”

“Oh now it’s just a game?”

You grunt and erase the name you’ve already entered.

“You know that even if I remove it, the score will still appear, right?”

“I know, it’s just… he’s worked so hard, man. Gotta give it to him.”

“Okay, I’ve got an idea.”

The joystick clicks as your finger toys with it. Steve’s eyes follow the letters forming on the board, until you finish typing in Dustin’s name.

“There. Better?”

“I don’t know, it’s bogus. He didn’t score that.”

“That he knows of,” you chuckle with a wink.

“You know I’ll have to tell him the truth one day, right?”

“I get it.”

Steve shrugs and you confirm the name, letting the menu screen resume. You sip your soda until the cup is empty. As the two of you march towards a trash can to throw it away before trying another game, Keith comes up to you.

“We’re closing.”

“What? It’s not even five yet!”

“Maintenance today.”

“You could’ve put a sign somewhere, man,” Steve says, pointing at the door.

“Don’t make the rules. Out.”

Before he can snap at him, you wrap your arm around his and lead him to the exit, waving at Keith. Once outside, Steve grabs his sunglasses and puts them on.

“What’s the plan, now?”

“I don’t know. My only condition was to go to the arcade first, but now that’s done. You’re free to choose.”

“I’ve got an idea. Seems only fair to me,” he smirks. “Get in the car, I’ll take you there.”

Without asking questions, you wait for him to unlock the door. You jump into the passenger seat and buckle in, eager to find out what he’s planned for the two of you. The car pulls out of the parking lot and drives away, progressing towards the Harringtons’ house. Framed by a thin forest, the road stretches ahead, deserted.

Steve’s finger pushes the buttons on the built-in cassette tape player, switching it on and letting the music play. Queen’s Hammer to Fall resounds through the speakers, bringing a smile to your lips. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, mouthing the lyrics as they come, winking at you.

“Oh ev’ry night and ev’ry day, a little piece of you is falling away,” he sings, not caring whether he’s off-key.

“Focus on the road, dingus,” you chuckle. “Don’t want to die in a crash.”

“There’s much worse out there that could kill you.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

He lets out an awkward sneer and stares at the road, listening to your advice.

“So,” you break the silence, “where are you taking me?”

“To my place.”

“Wow, take me on a date first, at least!”

Steve flicks your leg.

“Not like that.”

“I know,” you say, exhaling out of your nose as you gaze outside the window, a hint of disappointment slithering into your voice. Not that you want to take it this far with Steve, you don’t want to be yet another one of his meaningless flings. No. A part of you, deep inside, wants more. And you know you’ll never have that. Steve’s still head over heels for Nancy Wheeler. How could you forget?

In spite of his sunglasses, you can tell that Steve is observing you from the corner of his eye. You decide to ignore it, pressing your forehead against the fresh glass of the window instead.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, visibly concerned.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Right. I thought I could introduce you to shooting hoops, since you introduced me to Castle Lair.”

“Dragon’s Lair,” you correct him with a grin. “Sounds fine to me. I promise I’ll suck at it.”

“Not if I’m here to teach you.”

You laugh at his self-induced ego boost and admire the landscape of good old Hawkins. When at last Steve pulls up in the driveway of his house, you see that his parents’ cars are gone.

“Just the two of us today,” you say.

“They’re never here anyway.”

He turns off the engine and slips out of the car, followed by you. You bypass the BMW and find yourself pulled against Steve as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, planting a kiss in your curled hair. You rest your head on his shoulder as he leads you inside, before pulling away to hang your jacket onto the coat rack.

“Wanna drink something?”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay. Wanna start playing already?”

“Sure!”

You follow him through the corridor and the kitchen and into the garden. As you walk around the house, you see a basketball net screwed into the wall above the garage door. With the tip of his shoe, Steve kicks the ball tucked underneath into his hands.

“Okay, have you ever shot hoops?”

“Yeah.”

“So you know where to aim?”

“I have to aim?”

Lifting the corner of his lips into a smirk, Steve chuckles and grabs your hand, positioning you near the net and putting the ball between your hands. He adjusts your stance, his perfume reaching your nostrils once more, filling your lungs with pure bliss. Once he’s done, he stands behind you and presses his cheek against yours, pointing at the rectangle painted above the hoop.

“See that rectangle? See the screws too?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Aim at the top right screw. Or the back of the rim.”

Drawing a shaky breath, you close one eye and focus on the rim. You bend your arms so that the back of your fingers graze your chest, then push, watching the ball fly towards the hoop, but bounce out.

“Aw, too bad! Try again.”

“Told you I sucked.”

“Tsk-tsk, I want none of that. C’mon.”

He trots up to the ball and grabs it, dribbling back to you. You take it from his grip and aim at the screw he had pointed out earlier. Again, you shove the ball away from you, but the ball rolls around the rim and falls out.

Feeling like an idiot and ashamed to be failing this way before him, you wrap your arms around yourself. Steve retrieves the ball and sees the disappointment on your face.

“Hey, that’s okay! You haven’t done it in so long, it’s normal to be off at first. Want me to show you?”

“Sure. But if I fail, I’d rather watch you shoot.”

“Deal. But you won’t.”

He runs up to you and wraps himself around you. You feel his breath swirling down your collarbone as his cheek grazes past yours again. You sense the shy beads of sweat forming on the surface of his freshly-shaved skin, adding on to his musky scent. You close your eyes, taking it in while trying to calm your heartbeat. You let him adjust your stance again, hardly listening to the comments he mutters. You try to think of something — anything — else that could drain your cheeks from the pinkness settling in.

“Okay, you’re good to go,” he whispers, wrapping his hands around your arms. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Your limbs follow his movement, launching the ball towards the back of the rim. The ball bounces once before falling into the net. Steve pumps his fist in the air and turns to you, his arms still wrapped around you.

“See? Not bad at all.”

“I’m not the one who scored, King Steve.”

He rolls his eyes and leans in to peck your cheek. At the same time, you turn your head and jolt as his lips narrowly escape yours. You stare at each other for what seems to be an eternity, your gazes bouncing from the other’s lips to their eyes. He squeezes you against his torso, his fingers finding their way to yours.

His breath blows against your mouth, exhilarating. He gulps and whispers, breaking the silence.

“Can I… Can I try something?”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Seized by panic yet melting into his touch, you nod. He shuts his eyes, the tip of his nose brushes against your skin and his lips meet yours in a tender embrace. The knot in the pit of your stomach undoes itself and releases millions of butterflies as you throw your arms around his neck, cupping a hand around his square jawline. He lets out a moan and keeps kissing you, bringing you closer to him and holding on to you as though you were a lifeline.

Colors pop under your eyelids as realisation dawns upon you.

You’re kissing Steve Harrington.

After all the tales he’d told of his failing flings, you never thought he would ever be interested in you. Before this day, he never truly displayed any sign pointing at anything farther than simple friendship. While you’ve been burning for him for a while, although repressing it, the kiss triggers fireworks in your heart.

Steve parts from your lips and smiles.

“Wow.”

“I thought you loved Nancy,” you whisper bluntly, even if you know it might jeopardise the moment.

“Uh, with all due respect and even if she's a friend, screw Nance,” he says, burying his hand in your hair and kissing you again, increasing the intensity with each stroke of his bottom lip. “It’s you I want.”

A moan muffled by your mouth upon his resounds, making your heart leap inside your chest. Your hand searches for his chin, resting the tip of your fingers under it.

“Steve?” you breathe out between two kisses.

“Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

Steve pulls away and observes your face, expressionless, panting from the rush of adrenaline. He shakes his head and brings your face to his again.

“Thought you’d never say it.”

“How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I just hoped I’d hear it one day.”

“Why?”

The corners of his lips rise as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Because I love you. More than anything else in the world.”

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿

❤ bad idea *18+ – @abibliophobiaa ( a silly little request of mine brought to life SO BRILLIANTLY oh my god • steve harrington x reader )

❤ forget me not – @sattlersquarry ( steve broke your heart and you're holding a grudge...until you're not • steve harrington x reader )

❤ wait you think i'm cute? – @stevestummy ( fluffy lil piece that is literal perfection omg • steve harrington x reader )

❤ a girl like you *18+ – @palmtreesx3 ( hot tub steve PART TWO, we are this blessed • steve harrington x reader )

❤ don't call me baby *18+ – @katyswrites ( a sugar daddy, modern au! of you and steve and omg just go read • steve harrington x reader )

❤ steve comforts dustin – @stevethehairington ( dustin is absolutely shattered after eddie dies and steve helps him the only way he knows how, prepare to sob • steve harrington & dustin henderson )

❤ relax, lay back *18+ – @superblysubpar ( steve wants to take things slow, but you have other ideas in mind • steve harrington x reader )

❤ knight!steve ( sneak peek! ) – @sw34terw34ther ( knight!steve falls in love with you, a literal actual princess • steve harrington x reader )

❤ colors pt. 4 ( sneak peek ) *18+ – @loveshotzz ( if you're not followed or haven't read colors FUCKING GO GO GO, sneak of part 4 • older!steve / daddy!steve x reader )

❤ what a man *18+ ( coming soon! ) – @loveshotzz ( eddie as a bouncer, steve as a bartender, need i say more?? • steve harrington x eddie munson x reader )

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「 series collection 」

so you wanna read something with multiple parts? well, you've come to the right place. here are all of the series I've written all accumulated in one neat place topped off with a nice bow and everything

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long series

sunflower

spencer reid x neighbour!painter!reader, follows seasons 9-10

chamomile

spencer reid x bau!reader, follows season 6

daisy

steve harrington x private school!reader, very slutty stuff

plum

joel miller x former firefly!reader, very dark and angsty

fused with the foe

king!steve rogers x princess!reader, original fantasy world, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

the wistful wyvern  

knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity

soot and sparks 

blacksmith!peter parker x farmer!reader, original fantasy world, friends to lovers (COMING SOON!)

lilac

 lumberjack!frank castle x reader, the wholesomeness of running an inn in a tiny rural town

buttercup

matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery

mini series

snowdrop

spencer reid x gideon!daughter!reader, pre season one + end of season 2

thistle

prince!james potter x servant!reader, set in the beginning of the 1920s

evergreen university

reader x various CE characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), slutty murder mystery

the night trilogy

bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, ex!peter parker x reader, reader’s mom is the british ambassador to france

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♡ ONE SHOTS ♡

pretty please 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Eddie Munson x FashionDesigner!FEM!reader

she's my collar 18+ 🖤🩰⛓️ Vampire!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

If you don't know me by now 🩰 Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader

at the end of the day, I choose you 🩰⛓️✨ Wanted!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

pretty young thing 🩰 Shy!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

need your loving tonight 18+ 🖤🩰⛓️✨ Idiot!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

how sweet it is to be loved by you 🩰⛓️✨ Firefighter!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

unchained melody 🩰 Eddie Munson x Fairy!FEM!reader

you ain't woman enough 🩰⛓️✨ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar's!Wife!FEM!reader

after last night 18+ 🖤🩰⛓️✨ Player!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

don't you forget about me 🩰 HighschoolClassmates!Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader

the greatest 18+ 🖤⛓️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader (hurt/no comfort!)

liar *coming soon*

birds of a feather *coming soon*

tell her about it *coming soon*

blessed *coming soon*

don't cha *coming soon*

stitches and burns *coming soon*

matilda *coming soon*

♢ SERIES ♢

out of touch | *completed* 🩰⛓️ Eddie Munson x Childhood!Bestfriend Steve Harrington x FEM!reader

faith, trust and pixie dust & I won't say I'm in love (two-part series) 🩰⛓️ *on hiatus*

you make me feel brand new 18+ 🩰⛓️🖤✨ | *completed* LostPrince!Knight Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM!reader

separate ways 18+ 🩰⛓️🖤 Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader (time travel/fantasy/romance)

highschool sweethearts *coming soon*

✿ MINI FICS ✿

drenched 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

good old fashioned lover boy 🩰 | a mini fic to "need your loving tonight"

you're Gareth's....WHAT?!? 🩰⛓️✨ Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

smeared lipstick 18+ 🖤🩰✨ Eddie Munson x Waitress!FEM!reader

accidentally in love 🩰✨ Eddie Munson x Athlete!FEM!reader

smile idiot, I love you 🩰⛓️ Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

hot flushed *coming soon*

only those who care about you, can hear you when you're quiet *coming soon*

they'll never can make me hate you *coming soon*

☠ HALLOWEEN ZONE ☠

I've never met a girl like you before *coming soon*

my girlfriend is a witch *coming soon*

eaten alive *coming soon*

✦ CHRISTMAS SPECIALS ✦

seasonal colds 🩰 Neighbor!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

as long as you love me so, let it snow 🩰⛓️ Eddie Munson x Shy!FEM!reader

when the clock strikes 12 18+ 🖤🩰 Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

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Ally's 18 Month Fic Catch-Up

This is for @yoalchumly who's on an 18-month long mission trip. I wanted to compile all of the things I wrote and all of the fics from others that I read and really enjoyed while she was gone, so here's this little post! :)

sexybabystevie:

Steve + El Sleepover Thoughts

His Knight in Shining Armor - Steve x Reader

Steve Thought: Stobin as Radio Hosts

Steve Thought: Steve Learns Your Favorite Meals From Your Family

Steve Thought: Steve When You're Jealous

Steve Thought: Steve and You Sharing Books in School

Small Hands, Big Heart - Steve x Reader

Steve Thought: Steve and You Wiping Each Other's Tears with Your Sweater Sleeves

Steve Thought: Dating Steve Includes.... Sharing EVERYTHING

Steve Thought: Steve Loves Wearing Your Scrunchies

other fic recs:

Steve + El friendship blurb by @stevesbipanic

Steve + El friendship blurb 2 by @rogueddie

Let It Hurt (Steve x Reader soulmate au) part 1 || part 2 by @sammy-is-not-smiley

Steve + El - "You Are Like Mama" Moment by @misspanicdead

Knight!Steve x Princess!Reader AU by @inkluvs

there are bones in my closet - Steve x Reader h/c by @myosotisa

bonus:

Steve Harrington & Flynn Rider parallel gifs by @userdjo

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AAAH LET ME THINK LET ME THINK

can we have eddie beings jealous of reader with steve? Like they're together but he feels insecure 'cause r and steve are really close and they know each other longer, like steve knows her better and eddie feels like a bad bf (BUT HE'S NOT 😩), also more angst with eddie finding out that steve and r had a thing in the past 🤭🤭 (all ends well of course)

I understand if you don't want to write this one, it's a clichê lmao

Love ya!

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Category: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Eddie hating himself. Shameless fluff as always :)

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His hand being on the small of your back shouldn't bother Eddie. You've known Steve a lot longer than you've known him, growing up beside one another. The both of you were each other's first friends in elementary school, first prom date in middle school and even graduated alongside each other. You were family, not in any way romantic. Well, that's at least what Eddie kept repeating in his head.

Steve Harrington was perfect for you in theory. He knew the most about you, your family adored him, and he had that easy-going thing about him chicks seemed to dig. Yet you ended up with Eddie.

He knew you loved him, everything about you told him that you did. Yet Eddie couldn't help but feel guilt with every sweet nothing you whispered. Did he deserve you? The prettiest girl in all of Hawkins ended up with the big bad wolf. It was something of a Grimm fairy tale to the towns folk. The princess being stolen away by the evil thug. Was Steve supposed to be your knight in shining armour? You were the sun and Eddie was the thunderstorm people duck and cover from.

"Dude they're just friends chill... you're clenching that can of beer so hard it's gonna explode..."

Henderson managed to pull Eddie from his self-pitying reverie, finally being present at Mike Wheeler's birthday party. His eyes went back to you and he noticed you had now flitted away from Steve, making your rounds towards Nancy and Jonathan who were perched in the adjacent corner of the Wheeler's living room. His relief was only followed by more guilt.

"I know Henderson..." Eddie spat, the crease in his brow proving he still couldn't throw his mind out of that petty jealous space.

"C'mon Eddie cheer up... why don't you go grab your princess... she just finished up with Nancy..."

Ever the schemer Eddie simply rolled his eyes at Dustin's poor attempt at pulling the two of you together. Before his jealous mind could sulk, Eddie forced himself to his feet making a beeline towards the girl who had turned his life upside down in all the best ways. Not in the creepy alien way.

His large hands splayed along your waist before you could turn around. That resigned sigh of relaxation left your lips and just for a moment, Eddie felt as though he had been the one to grant you safety. He could be your solace.

“Hey, sweetheart... busy being a social butterfly huh?"

You swivelled in his arms so you could catch a glimpse of his sweet face "You know it... Steve told me the funniest story about this guy coming into family video and asking if they sold adult movies... I mean how wild is that?"

Eddie just managed to hide the grimace that crossed his face at the mention of Harrington. He finally catches you alone and that's the first thing you say. He hates how jealous he sounds, but he just can't help it. Suddenly Eddie feels like the beast again, the freak everyone would throw tomatoes at as he remained stuck in the stocks. Meanwhile, the princess gets whisked away by the prince with the unusually high hair and-

"Earth to Eddie? Is anyone in there... you looked far away..."

So caught up in his neverendingly bleak thoughts, Eddie failed to spot you clicking your fingers in front of his face.

"Sorry yeah, I'm just... thinking about the next campaign..."

"Oooo very exciting wanna tell me about it?"

Eddie shakes his head before burying his head in your neck and basking in your scent. Who knew how long he would get to do this until you finally came to your senses?

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The next time Eddie felt unnecessarily jealous of Steve Harrington, the three of you and Robin sat in a booth at Bob's diner. Various desserts and portions of fries lay across the table, Eddie's arm was around your shoulder and the conversation was flowing nicely. That was until the topic of milkshakes came up.

"Strawberry milkshake on me sweetheart?"

"Oh she doesn't like strawberry..." Steve mentions it so casually, to anyone else they would think you were a couple. Eddies fist clenches.

"You don't?"

His eyes meet yours and you look up oblivious to the way his heart sinks at this menial information. He was your boyfriend. He should know all the little fine details about you, including what your favourite milkshake flavour is.

"I prefer vanilla... but I'd share a strawberry one with you..." Your eyes practically love hearts as you press a gentle kiss to eddies nose. Both of you ignore Robin's fake puking noises.

As much as your loving eyes are singing to his soul, swaying him to give into your adoration, that inkling of doubt sings even louder. Pulling from you, eddies eyes shoot away "I'll go grab you a vanilla one..."

His voice had never been so quiet. This time you notice.

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The third time jealousy overruns Eddies better judgment, the both of you are sprawled out on his sofa. His head is in your lap, and your fingers are nicking all individual curls, unravelling and divining them. You're mainly using the excuse to just touch him since recently he had been pulling away.

You thought maybe you'd been imagining things at the party when he pouted on the car journey home, and when at the diner he shut down after the milkshake debacle. Maybe he was just tired? But you were clearly wrong in your assumptions.

Ever since that day Eddie seemed busier. Always preparing for a hellfire meeting or having some unexpected deal he had to run to, usually resulting in your plans getting postponed. Hell, today you'd practically had to beg to get him to spend an afternoon with you. It was starting to hurt.

It was only when you mentioned Steve while playing with his hair did everything sort of click in your brain. Was he... jealous? He physically recoiled just at the mention of your best friend's name.

"What's that face for?"

Eddie sat himself up turning to you but refusing to meet your eye. That smile he reserved solely for lying spread across his face and he spoke "What face?"

"You looked about ready to puke when I mentioned Steve, is something wrong?"

At this point Eddie had completely removed himself from the sofa, getting to his feet and turning his back to you. You wanted to cry. The both of you allowed silence to steam up the room, neither brave enough to speak. You volunteered.

"Have I done something wrong? Please, Eddie... I can feel you pulling away..."

"I'm not..." he noticed how his voice raised and he turned to you, hating how your brows were scrunched together "I'm not pulling away sweetheart I promise..."

To you, this wasn't a good enough answer. Eddie was an awful liar, his mouth was curved and his eyes were looking at you but not really looking at you.

"You've been avoiding plans for a couple of weeks now... I just want to know what I did so I can fix it..." Your hand grabbed his "Please..."

He hated how you pleaded. He was such a shit boyfriend he made you resort to begging. He always promised himself to treat you incredibly, so stuck in his own self-pitying he failed to do so. You did always say honesty was the most important thing to you, he had to come clean even if it did make him feel like an idiot.

"I... you should be with Steve..."

That didn't come out exactly how he planned. However, giggles tumbling from your lips were not expected. You continued laughing until you must have caught sight of eddies crestfallen expression.

"Wait you're not joking? Eddie, you realise Steve is like my brother right?"

Now he just felt dumb.

"Yes... yes, I know but he knows everything about you... your favourite childhood cartoon... your first kiss... and your stupid favourite milkshake flavour... I... shit I'm an idiot..."

In an instant you were by his side, hands holding his shoulders as you forced eye contact.

"You're not an idiot... don't... don't do that self-hating stuff Eds... look can I tell you something?"

Eddie perked up like a puppy, his forehead coming to rest upon your own. Basking in each other's warm breath. He only nodded weakly in response.

"In middle school, I remember seeing this kid stood on top of one of the swings... some other kid had bet him he couldn't swing stood up... and you know what he did..." Eddie could only smile "He swung stood up while reciting the entirety of evening star by Judas Priest like it was a fucking folk tale..."

Your voice was but a whisper, your fingertips tickling the sides of his neck.

"I knew then... like right then that that boy was the one I wanted to be with... and do ya know who that was?"

"Me..."

"Yes, you..." your lips found each other and his large hands found the base of your hips "Eddie... I've never felt the feelings I have for you... for anyone else ever... so I don't care if Steve knows all this crap about me... I'll spend a lifetime telling you those things... and a lifetime learning the same about you..."

Eddie didn't cry often. In fact, he didn't really cry ever, unless he was super high. But right now, shit, he could have sobbed into your shoulder. He'd never known someone to talk to him like you did, with pure unabashed adoration. And for the first time in his life, he wasn't going to run back into the shade that was the freak status society had plastered all over him. He was going to bask in your sun.

"I'd like that..."

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

my favorite art piece

pairing: knight!steve harrington x fem!princess reader

wc: 777

warnings: none. tis' a clean story.

summary: knight and princess talk about the visiting duke over oil painting.

A/N: another story to my knight!steve series. alone together is the first one but you could read either one standalone.

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“was hoping i’d find you here. was beginning to worry you climbed the palace walls again and i’d have my head chopped off.” a male voice entered your quiet art room.

barely a glance over your shoulder you knew who was stepping behind you. the gentle clang of his armor and weapon reverberated off the high ceilings.

“i’d never let them do such a thing. can’t waste a pretty face away.” the smirk evident in your words.

the footsteps and clanking stopped just over your right shoulder, “they don’t write sonnets about this face for nothing, princess.”

an unprincessly snort left your nose, “oh do they? you must recite some to me one day. would adore to hear.”

steven hummed, “what is your focus on today, princess? you mostly paint when stressed.”

focused brush strokes paused, ignoring the way your heart beat just a bit faster that he knew something so small about your ticks. “not always. it’s just when… inspiration hits me. and perhaps it may be when i can’t control something.” resuming practiced strokes, a band of fury hidden beneath a poised grip.

“might i inquire what has you… vexed?” steven took two steps over, now in your peripheral.

shades of periwinkle and indigo mixed, “if you must. but mind your words.” speaking slowly, fully concentrating on your work.

“would this have anything to do with a certain duke? one who happens to be visiting for the week?” you ignored the gentle venom of the word duke.

“lord hargrove’s arrival has been known for many days. though his intentions of travel have not been stated until the day of his arrival.” seeing shades of red while adding spots of white.

“i’m guessing-“ “marriage! lord hargrove is here for my hand in marriage. in request of my father and his, for the good of our kingdoms.” stains of paint dripped down the canvas in tears.

“marriage,” steven repeated, you could imagine the slight snare on his face at the word.

“yes, marriage,” a deep sigh from overuse of the word, “to a man i don’t know and is expected to wed in the spring. no choice in the matter.” rinsing your brush in the murky paint water, tapping it against the lip before pressing it onto a cloth.

“not quite fair to expect that of you.” steven grabbed a stool close by to be placed beside you. he was now sitting shoulder to bicep.

you couldn’t help your scuff, “i’m but a woman. they only tolerate us cause we can be sold like sheep and breed like a calf. a single syllable from our lips can bring us death. seen not heard.” your once melancholy painting transforming into a brutal storm, one that brings sailors to the ocean floors.

dropping your brush beside your easil, you finally turn to sir steven. his back straight with knees bent at the perfect angle, a slight spread to the long limbs. forearms resting on thighs while mindlessly tugging at his fingers, head dipped with untamed strands of hair flinging about.

you spoke before you could stop, “let me paint you.” speaking quietly not wanting to disrupt the peace.

steven’s head picked up and met your wondering eyes, “pardon?” a pinch to his brows.

you cocked your head, “let me paint you. would cheer me up.” standing to your feet in search of a spare canvas.

“princess-“ “please? i wish to paint the face people pen poems and sonnets about.” trying to feed his ego.

you heard the deep sigh but saw the little smile before he could wipe it away, “your wish is my command, princess.” starting to move before you rushed over and rested a palm on his shoulder, “stay. the lighting is perfect.”

he peered up, long lashes framing normal brown eyes that held something special. his patches of silver armor cool under your warm palm. “just sit like before, but keep your head up.”

“am i getting a portrait done by the lovely princess y/n l/n? i must be the luckiest man alive.” his sword clicked off the wooden stool leg.

you started collecting more oil colors, “i would say so. and i would also say i’m the luckiest princess alive since i’ll get to stare at you while detailing my work to perfection.” 

satisfied with your supplies and making sure they stay put, you begin your simple outline in black chalk. the simple task is a distraction from your loose words and hummingbird heart.“quiet flattered, princess.” princess said in a low tone that forced you to suppress a shiver. “only the best for my favorite knight.” saying the words only to yourself.

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Holy Shit She’s in Love

Dustin’s sister moves back to town, and Robin may be falling for the new badass.

Robin Buckley x reader

Everyone was a bit surprised when they showed up to collect Dustin and found an older girl answering the door. Steve had made a comment about his mom finally getting him a real babysitter, to which you had raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

When they asked Dustin who you were, all he had to say was “That’s Y/N.”

It wasn’t until later, when the group was stopping by Eddie’s trailer, that they realized exactly who you were.

“Henderson! You get your ass back here!” The voice echoed throughout the trailer park, none other than Billy Hargrove, but as the group glanced at Dustin to ask what he’d done, they saw you bolting around a corner with a cackle on your lips as the other boy chased after you.

“Bite me, Hargrove!” You were sprinting, a wad of clothing under your arm. Every time you’d come to visit, you went out of your way to fuck with this kid after your brother told you about the way he acted to his friends.

Dustin just shook his head as Billy came into view in nothing but underwear and shoes, “If my sister hadn’t spent so much time living with our dad in gang territory, I would worry that she’s gonna get herself killed sometimes.”

Eddie smirked, “Henderson, when were you gonna tell us you were related to a babe?”

Dustin glared, “You shut it, Munson.”

The rest of them exploded after that.

But no one noticed the way Robin stared after you.

You’d never thought your little brother would want you to join his rag tag group of monster hunters, figuring he’d want to keep his friends and his older sister separate, but then he practically begged you. You were surprised he wanted much to do with you at all, since most of your contact had been letters and once a week phone calls until you finally got kicked out of the last school in the district for fighting and your dad sent you to live with Dustin and your former step mom. But you had always hoped. Even going as far as delving into Dungeons and Dragons when he started talking about it, leveling up your own character through sporadic campaigns in case he ever wanted you to join.

Now here you were, sitting in Steve Harrington’s living room. You had one elbow on the knee you kept propped up, your foot digging into the couch cushion you sat on with the other on the floor, screwdriver twisting and tweezers moving components as you fixed Dustin’s walkie talkie. Steve wandered over at some point, leaning against the arm of the couch and saying something that you weren’t really focusing on until you heard Dustin groan, “Steve, can you not hit on my sister?”

You blinked, glancing over at the boy and raising an eyebrow when he looked embarrassed before looking back at your brother, “Is that what Harrington’s doing? I thought you said girls couldn’t resist his charm? Is that what that was supposed to be?”

Steve groaned about bullying him and something about a you suck column while Eddie started laughing so hard he had to double over before he smirked at you, “Why, princess? You got a different type?”

You heard Dustin snort, and you glanced at him again. A silent communication took place, reaffirming the two rules you had about Dustin sharing the information on the tip of his tongue. Rule one, be somewhere private. You supposed his friend’s living room sufficed. Rule two, trust the individuals with your life. When he nodded, you gave him one in return, and he called out, “Munson, she has a very specific type that neither of you happen to fit. Believe me, you are barking up the very wrong tree.”

“Oh yeah? And pray tell, what is it?” Eddie was clearly enjoying this.

You smirked right back at him, “Breasts, Munson. My type is breasts.” You heard a choke and looked over to see Robin staring wide eyed as she clutched her pop can, so you shot her a wink. “By the way, Munson, don’t call me princess. If this were a kingdom, I’d be the knight, and you’d be the jester.” Eddie just grinned, making a comment about how they already had a king just to make Steve groan some more about being bullied.

Steve was used to the kids talking over Robin if they didn’t deem her rambling as important. He would usually try to get them to stop, and if he couldn’t then he would ask her to tell him more about when he took her home.

So when everyone was scattered around his living room for movie night, and she was going on about something she’d read in one of her books but Dustin kept talking over her, he was ready to tell his favorite child to quiet down.

But as he opened his mouth, your voice cut in where you sat on the floor in front of Robin’s seat on the couch, “Dusty, I swear to fucking Vecna, if you talk over Robin one more time I’m going to tell everyone here about every embarrassing secret you have from before they met you.”

“Ha! Nice try, I don’t have any.”

“Really? So they know that mom had to buy rubber sheets for you all the way until-“

“Okay! Okay! Sorry!” Dustin grumbled, crossing his arms as he sank further into his seat.

But you turned to smile up at Robin, “Go ahead, babe. You were saying something the arms race?”

Steve didn’t miss the way Robin’s face flushed as she smiled and stuttered her way through continuing.

The monster hunting wasn’t as exaggerated as you had originally thought, though you weren’t surprised since you’d dealt with your own mysteries where you lived before moving back. But you found enjoyment in the fact that none of them let it change the personalities Dustin has told you about. Steve was still a mother hen, Eddie was still chaotic, Robin still rambled when she was nervous, and Dustin and the other kids still remembered that they were, in fact, just kids.

What bothered you was that all of them could face those dangers and put on a brave face. But you came home one day to find Dustin and Lucas trying to console a clearly upset Max. Dustin caught you looking, mumbling something to Lucas before stumbling his way across the living room to meet you in the kitchen. “It’s- Well, Y/N- I don’t know how to-“

“Just spit it out, Dusty.”

“It’s Billy.”

“Hargrove? Oh mother fucker, what did he do?”

“He’s her half brother.” Dustin explained quietly, “He doesn’t like her much. And doesn’t like her hanging out with us even more.”

With narrowed eyes you marched over to the teenage girl quietly sniffling on your couch, “Did he lay a hand on you?” Max didn’t answer, but the look she gave you told you all you needed to know. “Dustin, you remember what we used to do when dad was on a bender?”

“You don’t mean- no, Y/N- Chase and Ambush?”

“Chase and Ambush.”

“How-“

You held up a hand, moving to your bag and fishing out a worn piece of leather. “Remember when I stole his clothes? Snagged his wallet. He’s been trying to get it back for weeks now.”

You had two other rules in your life that you told the older teens about within days of meeting them. Rules you live by. Don’t lay hands on someone unless you want hands laid on you back. And never lay hands on a child.

Billy broke both by what he did to Max, and by thinking you’d let it slide.

You didn’t feel right letting Dustin and Lucas be the bait, but Dustin was adamant about it. So here you stood, in front of Hawkins High, waiting for Billy to inevitably show up to the Hellfire Club to torment his sister some more.

Absentmindedly, you twirled the baseball bat in your hands, not noticing Steve and Robin coming up behind you.

“Who’s about to get their shit rocked?” You blinked as you turned to look at Steve, about to answer when you heard the telltale sign of shouts and squeaking shoes coming down the hall.

“Open the door and stand to the side.” You watched as he listened to you, Lucas and Dustin bolting through the doorway. One…two…three…as soon as the larger boy started to breach the threshold, you swung. Colliding solidly with Billy’s knee. As he went down, you swung again, landing a hard hit into the side of his ribs. “Come on, big man! You have no problem laying into an unarmed little girl, why not take a swing at me?”

“Henderson, you little-“ he swung up from the ground, a wild haymaker that had no chance of contact, and you slammed the butt of the bat into his face.

Blood pouring from his nose, you caught his chin in your hand, “I catch you so much as looking at her the wrong way again, you won’t live to talk about it.”

Off to the side, Robin and Steve stood just in front of the teenage boys, and quietly- almost too quiet to hear over the sound of Billy’s breathing, Robin muttered, “Holy shit, I’m in love.”

It wasn’t until a few days later you came skipping into Family Video, Steve was immediately furrowing his brows because he just saw you destroy a bully with a baseball bat three days ago, you can’t be skipping like you’re a girly girl now. But here you are, swaying on your toes in front of him at the counter, hands held behind your back as you blink at him with innocent eyes. Steve thinks back to the few things he’s learned about you in the months you’ve been back.

He doesn’t trust it.

“What is it, Henderson?”

“I’m here to see about Buckley, Harrington.”

At that, Steve raises an eyebrow, because what could you want with his best friend? “What about her?”

You blew out a huff of air, leaning onto your elbows on the counter, finally relaxing into the girl he’s grown used to seeing, “Come on, man. Just level with me. Do I got a shot? Is she gay or not?”

Steve couldn’t help it, he snorted at the bluntness of the question. “Why are you really here? You’ve been flirting with her, you should know if you have a shot by now.” You glared, but something about the look on your face made Steve laugh harder, “No way- you want my blessing!”

“Well- she’s your best friend!” You defended, “It’s not like I can ask her parents. I don’t know if she’s out.”

“Wow, so you wanna do this by the book, huh?” His eyes were slightly lit up with amusement, and they flicked above your head for just a second, “I’ll help. Meet at my place after I get off at seven.” The bell chimes a second later, “You’re late, Buckley.”

“Bite me, Harrington.”

“We both know you wouldn’t be into that from me.” You glanced back to see her fiddling with her vest, she hadn’t looked up to see you yet, “But Henderson’s sister on the other hand-“

“Ugh, I know! You want me to shut up about her, but how am I supposed to? She’s so-“ You watched her eyes widen as she looked up and saw you.

You crossed your arms, smirk growing on your face, “No, go ahead. I’m so what?”

“Pretty.” Robin breathed out, before shaking her head and stuttering, “I mean- uh, no- not that you aren’t pretty- I mean, uh- oh, fuck-“

You chuckled, patting her shoulder as you walked past, “I’m kidding, babe. See ya later, loser!” You waved at Steve before heading out the door. You heard her muffled screaming at Steve followed by several thumps as she assumably hit his arm for not warning her.

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Wedding Hell

I’m back. I have come for my daily Steddie x fem reader in take.

So this popped into my mind the other day, but what I’d both Steve and Eddie were knights. And the reader was a princess. The reader was engaged to a very aggressive prince from a different kingdom and on the day of the wedding, Steve and Eddie just casually walk in, pick her up and race out. They find a small cottage to live in away from the palace and just enjoy a mundane life. Fluffy as always! Thank you so much!!❤️

Request by @wonderinghawkinsindiana 💞

Warnings: Angst, violence, (Alexander slaps the reader) if this is a trigger for you then please do not read any further 💞 Arranged marriage, fluff

If you enjoyed this fic then pls consider giving this a reblog. It is very much appreciated 💞😘

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Alexander was due to arrive back today for the wedding. Their wedding. She was dreading his arrival back.

He was awful, very aggressive, a tyrant. The fact that she was to be wed to him filled her with dread.

The wedding was in a few days and she felt like she was in a waking nightmare.

Ever since they got engaged a month ago she had dealt with his mood swings, anger, and icy demeanor.

It was the wedding from hell in her mind.

However, this (marrying Alexander) is what she had to do, as a princess for her kingdom. At least that's what Alexanders' father had said to her father.

The truth was Alex and his father wanted money and the notoriety of Alex being wedded to her, to be part of an influential kingdom.

It was all so... cold and she hated that this was going to be her married life, unloving and business like.

She wanted to be married for love... to whom she was in love with but that could never be.

The men she was in love with were Edward Mumson and Steven Harrington (or Eddie and Steve as they liked her to call them) knights who have protected her for year's and for years she loved them, they were a few years older than her, kind and gentle, and loving.

Nothing like the man she was marrying.

There is a trumpet sounding to announce his arrival and she feels her stomach clench anxiously.

"Princess? Prince Alexander is here" her maid Belle announces and yn gives her a small smile, taking a deep breath.

"Have you heard if the business he and father were conducting went well? Shall I go downstairs to greet him?" she asks Belle who grows silent her big brown eyes widening with worry.

''Maybe not miss. He seems to be in a terrible mood, your father is very cross with him right now and so is your mother as well. His temper almost cost your father the deal he was trying to make"

"Mood swings don't get us anywhere or Volatile actions, he knows that and should conduct himself appropriately" now she knows her mother and father are cross she is beginning to grow annoyed as well.

Silently fuming she heads downstairs and does her best to try and calm down.

Alexander is talking to some officials and she sighs and heads toward him. Only catching the eye of Eddie and Steve calm her.

Her older brother William looks at Alexander like he wants to maim him so she knows she will have to act fast and diffuse the situation.

"Ahh there is my ravishing bride to be" Alexander smirks and pulls her to him, his breath smells of ale and goodness knows what.

The anger inside her simmers again. First, he embarrasses her father then he arrives drunk.

"You've been drinking, she hisses. 'My father is going to be furious, you know the dinner we are hosting tonight is important" he groans.

"Oh do be quiet woman. I've had a hard enough day and enough lectures from your father without you wittering on" she gapes.

"My father had good reason to scold you, for goodness sake Alexander you should know how to behave in public"

His hand strikes out at her before she can stop it and she clutches her cheek stunned and tears pool in her eyes.

Eddie and William immediately move into action, Steve tries to hold them back but there is rage in his eyes as deep as Eddie and Williams.

"If you dare put a hand on her again" Eddie growls and William calls Alexander something that makes the officials in attendance gasp.

"She's my fiancee! Soon to be my wife and I will do what I bloody well like to her" Alex sneers to the three men.

The shock disappears and she watches in horror as Eddie pulls out his sword and points it at Alex's throat.

"Eddie" she races to him and gently touches his arm, he softens but is still glaring at Alex who is furious.

"How dard you raise your knife to me you- she cuts off his rant and grabs Eddie's sword and holds the sword to Alex's throat herself.

"Touch me like that again and I will ensure your father gets no future heir, you understand?"

His eyes widen.

"You wait until your father...

"Tell him all you like, he ensured that when I was growing up William taught me to fight and to be able to handle myself. I'm sure he will be proud of his daughter for standing up for herself, I'm also sure he would love to hear that you lay your hands on me too"

His mouth rapidly opens then shouts and she can hear the official's silent laughter, she hands Eddie back his sword and storms off not noticing Eddie and Steve watch her go with a lovesick gaze.

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They are still fuming come night time and she rests her head on Steve's shoulder feeling relaxed for the first time all day.

Eddie is pacing back and forward with a murderous look on his face.

"Oh please sit down Eddie. I'm fine" he frowns then smiles.

"Wish I had a camera to capture the look on that smug bastards face" he sits on the other side of her and covers his hand over her and Steves.

The two of them beside her like this make her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Your father should call off the wedding! Come on sweetheart you can't say you want to be married to that asshole" Steve asks incredulously and she shakes her head.

"No, I want to marry someone I love, who loves me"

"Your father would tell you to marry for love and your mother. I know you think this is best for the kingdom princess but is being unhappy and in a loveless marriage something you want?" Eddie asks her gently.

"Of course, they would be happy if I married for love but I don't see anyone claiming to be head over heels in love with me. Do you?"

Belle interupts their conversation and curtseys.

"Princess, Mr Munson, Mr Harrington, the ball is starting"

And so duty calls.

💞💞

The wedding day arrives and she's in a beautiful dress fashioned from the finest silk with intricate flowers on the bodice and lace on the veil.

Today should be the happiest day of her life but all she can feel is sadness. She doesn't want to do this.

The feeling only grows stronger as she sees the look on her mother's face who then turns and has a whispered conversation with her father.

He whispers something that makes her relax and she wonders what they are talking about.

Alexander is standing beside her looking bored as the minister speaks and she looks around wondering where Eddie and Steve were.

The anxiety in her grows and she feels naseated.

"I can't do this," she says finally having the courage to speak up. Alexander glares at her.

"Keep your damn mouth shut woman!" he snaps and it draws ire from the crowd. The minister gulps and asks his next question timidly.

"Does any person here object to these two being married, speak now or forever hold your peace"

Just as she is about to say that yes in fact she does object she hears a shout.

"I object!" she finds Eddie in the back row, he just walked in and he grins as he approaches them then stops stunned and stares at her for a second.

"Shit... You look so beautiful" his set complement makes her heart skip a beat.

"I object also minister," Steve says as he walks inside and stands beside Eddie then William calls out too.

"No way is my sweet little sister marrying this motherfu...

"William!" their mother shrieks and he flashes her a wicked smile.

"Sorry mother but really? You've called him worse. Yeah, so I object too"

"What is this?" Alexander rages and then Eddie runs up the aisle with Steve and they pick her up holding her close.

"Hello beautiful" Steve greets her and she cuddles into him.

Her father winks at her then stands up.

"I bloody well object also. This man almost cost me a huge business deal, has tried to sneak fortunes and jewels out behind the palace's back, and has been involved in indiscretions with other women behind my daughters back!"

"He is not good enough for my daughter, plain and simple"

Alexander's father shakes his head and looks embarrassed at Alex, meanwhile Eddie and Steve guide her away from the uproar.

"I was just about to object you know" she teases them.

"We were objecting anyway sweetheart, then your father and mother encouraged us to show you how we feel about you, to tell you" Steve informs her and she looks at the two of them hope grows inside her.

Did they mean what she hoped they meant.

"The truth is I've been in love with you for a long time" Eddie admits while stroking her cheek.

"As have I. I love you, sweetheart" Steve tells her and she looks at Eddie and Steve's entwined hands. They love each other too, and the three of them were going to be so happy together.

"I love you both, always have" she feels a sense of release now she doesn't have to hide her feelings because she was scared of rejection.

Now she never had to worry about that and happily cuddled into the men she loved so much.

😘

Six months later.

All she has felt since the aftermath of her wedding is contentment, love and happiness.

Eddie and Steve had found them a small cottage to live in and the cosy, sweet home was wonderful.

It was surrounded by fields and beautiful flowers, lots of wildflowers. It was close to the palace, almost a short walk, and she, Eddie, and Steve visited often.

Her life now was so very wonderful and full of affection, tenderness, and love all courtesy of two sweet men who she had loved forever.

💞💞

[rekiilysm]

ETHEREAL: Ch10

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⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— SEASON TWO BABY!!! ok i am so so so sorry for the break in updates but it’s been stressful with school and stuff but it’s almost summer! there’s not much happening this chapter but it’ll come soon!」

⇨ 「warnings— the usual cursing but that’s about it」

⇨ 「word count— 2.2k」

CHAPTER TEN: MADMAX

   It was dark outside, and the only noise in the Henderson residence was the sound of the TV and Dustin cursing to himself while trying to find change for the arcade. Y/n was in her room doing homework on her bed, books and papers scattered everywhere. Her little brother then ran into her room quickly, "I need change." He said before pulling out one of her piggy banks. Her eyebrow rose up while looking at her brother.

   He then started to pour out all the change on the carpet floor, making the Henderson girl's eyes widen as she quickly got up and stumbled over to her brother. "What the hell are you doing?!" She exclaimed, but Dustin didn't stop. She sighed, "You could've just asked.."

   After he got all the change out of the piggy bank, he set it down before crouching down on the floor. "Sorry, Y/n/n. Me and the guys are going to the arcade. Wanna come?" He asked, not even taking his eyes off the change on the carpet.

   She scoffed, "Of course I do, dummy!" He smiled, getting back onto his feet and standing in front of her.

   "We can share," he said, holding up the quarters. She nodded before her little brother bolted out of her room to radio their best friends. Y/n looked over to her books on her bed, remembering her homework that she should be doing...but a little fun wouldn't hurt, right?

———

   A little bit later, the two Hendersons pulled up to the arcade in the girl's car. Once she parked, the younger sibling was quick to get out and run over to the other boys. Y/n smiled to herself before getting out of her car, making sure to lock it behind her.

   While walking up to the group of boys, a honking noise filled their ears, making their heads snap towards the direction of the honk. It was Will and Joyce. "Hey!" Lucas exclaimed and waved to the boy in the car still. After a minute, the Byers boy eventually got out of the car and walked over to his friends.

The five made their way to different games, stopping at one of their favorites: Dragon's Lair. "To slay the dragon, use the magic sword!" The sexy princess told the players, making the boys swoon.

"Oh, Jesus! I'm in uncharted territory here, guys," he told them as they crowed around him. He pressed the button continuously, moving the stick around while his best friends and sister yelled at him.

"Down! Down! Down!" They all exclaimed.

Dustin kept his eyes glued to the screen, "I'm going! I'm going!" The knight on the screen then ran around the place while the princess in distress was, well, distressing. The four continued to yell at him, but then the dragon came onto the screen, making the curly haired boy shut them up. "Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" He exclaimed, making them all stop as he pressed the button multiple times, only to get blasted with fire, loosing the game. "No! No! No! No! I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!" He slammed his fist against the game, making his older sister put a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay there, tough guy, calm down," she gave him a pat on the shoulder before Lucas nodded along with her.

"You're not nimble enough. But you'll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine!" Lucas smiled cheekily, making Dustin sigh.

"Whatever. I'm still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug. And we got Y/n on top of PacMan, so the Hendersons still stay on top," Dustin looked over to his older sister, who gave him a smirk.

Before she could say anything, the party's favorite person in the world stood close to them. Keith. "You sure about that?" He asked, making the five look in his direction. Y/n rolled her eyes at the boy who had been trying to get a date with her since freshman year.

"Sure about what?" Dustin asked, but Keith just stayed silent, continuing to shove Cheetos into his mouth.

Y/n raised her eyebrow, "What do you mean, Keith?" The boy her age looked at her but still stayed silent.

Dustin scoffed before quickly making his way over to his favorite game. "You're kidding me. No, no, no." He pushed through multiple people, making the party struggle to follow him. "Move! Move! No!" He eventually made it to the game, but when he got to it, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

DIG DUG

BEST 5

SCORE NAME

1st 751300 MADMAX

2nd 650990 DUSTIN

"751,300 points!" Will exclaimed in shock.

Mike's mouth fell open, "That's impossible."

"How could someone get a score that high?" Y/n asked, shocked as to how someone could manage to get a score that high. I mean, she was shocked that Dustin got the score he did, but damn! That's a lot of points...

"Who's Mad Max?" Dustin walked up to Keith.

He smirked, his face still full of Cheetos, "Better than you."

"Is it you?" Will asked.

Keith scoffed, "You know I despise Dig Dug."

Y/n raised her eyebrow as Lucas questions the guy, "Then who is it?"

Dustin stepped forward, "Yeah, spill it, Keith."

The said guy continued to stuff his face with his cheesy snack, "You want information, then I need something in return." He smirked as he looked over to Y/n. Her eyes widened, along with the boys' as well. Her nose scrunched up in disgust.

Dustin's eyes widened, and it was almost like there was steam coming out of his ears. "No, no, no. No way. You're not getting a date with her. Not my sister. No, gross."

Y/n nodded along with her brother. "Yeah, no. I'm not going on a date with you, Keith."

The boys, other than her brother, gave her a pleading look. "Y/n, come on! Please just let him take you out on a date." Lucas asked as she shook her head.

"No, gross!" she exclaimed. Usually she wasn't so mean to people in front of their face, but it was Keith, so she didn't care.

"But it's for a good cause!" Lucas tried to talk her into it.

Dustin shook his head, "No, don't go out with him. Know what? He's gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to our whole family!" He said, not taking his eyes off of Keith. Y/n snickered, but coughed it off to cover it up.

Keith looked at the younger Henderson with an offended look on his face, "Acne isn't a rash and it isn't contagious, you prepubescent wastoid."

"Oh, I'm a wastoid? She wouldn't go on a date with you. Would you, Y/n?" he asked his older sister, who shook her head.

"Absolutely not," she said as her brother continued.

"You make, like, what? $2.50 an hour?" Dustin mocked. But while the two were going back and forth, the party didn't realize that Will had walked off.

"Nice perm," Keith mocked back.

Dustin scoffed, "Gonna make fun of my hair?" He asked the guy in front of him who rolled his eyes. The two continued to argue and bicker, but Mike and Y/n noticed that Will was gone.

Y/n looked down at Mike, "Go find Will. I'll stay here and try to split these two up." He nodded at her words before heading out the door to bring Will back inside. The girl sighed before attempting to pull her little brother away from the guy in front of him.

Once she finally got the two away from each other, she ushered the boys to go back to Dig Dug to get their spot back. Eventually, Will and Mike walked through the doors and gave her a smile before going over to her brother's favorite game. As Y/n turned to go over to them, Keith stopped her. She turned to him, and before he could say anything, she spoke up. "No." And then she walked back to her brother and her best friends. She was going to have fun with them, not worry about having to go on a date with Keith—she thanks Dustin greatly for that.

———

The next day, the two Henderson siblings pulled up to the high school parking lot. Y/n parked the car before turning to her brother. "Check up on Will for me, 'kay?" she asked, making him nod.

"Will do," he held up a finger gun, clicking his tongue before grabbing his backpack out of the backseat. Y/n did the same and got out of the car. "I'm surprised we got here on time today," he smirked, making the older sibling roll her eyes. She walked over to her brother, taking off his hat and ruffling his hair to get on his nerves.

"Watch it, curly," she warned playfully before grabbing his head, pressing an annoying kiss on his forehead.

He pushed her off of him, "Stop, Y/n." He whined, making the girl smirk as she plopped his hat back on his head.

"What? Am I embarrassing you?" she laughed as he fixed his hat.

"Yes, now please, I'm gonna be late," he said, making her groan.

"All right, fine. Love you," she gave him a smile, which he gave her one back.

"Love you too, you ass," he smirked at her, making her playfully roll her eyes at his words. He gave her solute before walking in the opposite direction towards the middle school. The Henderson girl shook her head, a smile still on her face. As he disappeared from her sight, her smile fell, her head doing the same. Oh school, how fun.

She walked on the grass to the school, her headphones over her ears. She had the copy of the mixtape she made for Steve playing in her Walkman. The chorus of "Somebody's Watching Me" by Michael Jackson played in her ears as she walked by Steve's car. What she didn't notice though, was that somebody was in fact watching her—it was Steve. Nancy was talking to him about his paper, but when the Henderson girl came into his sight, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

———

After a couple of classes, Y/n was at her locker getting some books for her next class. As she closed it, Jonathan and Nancy walked up to her. "Jonathan, just come. I mean, who knows, you might even, like, meet someone," Nancy told him, going to her locker next to the Henderson girl. The said girl raised her eyebrow before Steve Harrington came up behind Nancy, picking her up and twirling her around. She shrieked, but Steve only chuckled. Y/n made eye contact with Jonathan, both of them standing there awkwardly. Nancy and Steve began to kiss, which was the two freaks' cue to leave. Nancy pushed the Harrington boy off her with a smile before getting some books out of her locker. She looked in the direction where Jonathan and Y/n went, watching sadly as the boy walked away. But little did she know, Steve was watching them too, but his eyes were on Y/n.

Back with Y/n and Jonathan, they walked to their next class together. Even though they were in different grades, they still had some classes together. "So," Y/n's eyes caught a glimpse at the bright orange flyer in her best friend's hands. "Are you going to go to Tina's party?" she asked, making him look at her. "If you wanna, go ahead. I can handle the boys, and I'll keep an eye out on Will. Go have some fun."

He shook his head, "No, it's okay. She's gonna be busy with Steve anyway." The girl frowned at Jonathan's sad face. "And besides, it wouldn't be fun without my favorite Henderson." He lightly shoved the girl's arm with his elbow, making her smirk.

"Okay, one: obviously. And two: I'm telling Dustin you said that," she said with a smile, making his eyes widen. "Kidding. I won't tell him... well unless I need to one-up him." She laughed, making him crack a smile as well. She loved seeing her best friend smile. He has been through so much with Will, and he deserves to be at peace and be happy.

The two finally made it to their class, hoping the day would be over soon.

———

It was now night time and Y/n was sitting in her room reading a book. She had dropped Dustin off at the arcade earlier, so he was still out. He asked her if she wanted to come with, but as much as she wanted to, her homework said otherwise. So now—luckily she finished her homework—she was reading a book for her English class. It was an interesting book; it was romance, which is kind of odd to make a senior English class read.

It's called "A Rose in Winter," which is about a lady—Erienne—who had fallen for a man she shouldn't be with, but she was also in love with the man she was supposed to be with. The story goes on her journey of conflict in her mind, which was very intriguing for Y/n. The story was a lot like the situation she was in, not that she realized. But she wasn't Erienne in this situation...someone else was.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

[carolmunson]

📝share a snippet of a wip, with or without context

the secret wip. 'the secrets of knights' princess!reader x castlebard!eddie princess!reader x knight!steve cyrano inspired multipart fic, written a little shakespeary

“Princess, please,” he teases, laughter pouring from behind full pink lips,  “The King’s favorite knight and the castle shrew? You jest.” “He doesn’t jest,” you smile into the daisies on your lap, lacing them together to make a chain, “He wrote me a letter on his last expedition, it’s – he’s very – you wouldn’t expect it but – he’s –” “He’s what?” Ed presses, heart thudding under his tunic and vest. “Very romantic,” you continue, grinning as you think back on the words scrawled in shining ink – glinting in candle light like his armor does when he patrols at the main hall. Eddie feels a wave of warmth coast over him, his chest ballooning with a happiness he’s trying to desperately to contain. “Romantic?” Eddie asks, a tinge of pink flooding through his cheeks, “Sir Harrington? Master of the sword and the pen? Don’t be ridiculous, princess.” You nod, finishing the daisy chain, laughing, “I’m not being ridiculous, I’m telling you the truth!”  He looks down at it while you reach out to hang it on his outstretched finger, he grins when you laugh, “Hmm, I don’t know. Sounds like a better tale than I could make up.” “Don’t twist your tongue like that,” you warn, hanging the daisy chain on his hand – you grin, “You can give it to Bess after you roll in the stables, yeah?”

“Heh, yeah,” he nods, taking the crown and rubbing the back of his neck, “She’ll love it.” “Well,” you start, standing up and brushing off the front and back of your day dress, “Let me not keep you from her then.” “You’re not keeping me,” he says hurriedly, “I can see Bess whenever, I can see her–” “When her husband is away,” you nod with a smile, “Which is only until tomorrow.” You both sigh, a silence hanging between you. “I’ll see you after dinner?” you ask. He offers you a tight smile and nods, “After dinner, Princess.” He watches you go, hoisting up the front of your dress to run to the side door of the back turret – your ladies in waiting already looking down at the dirtied hem of your petticoat with unamused disdain. You were too old to be sitting in the dirt – much too old. He sighs while he turns his attention back to the water of the pond. ‘Very romantic.’ So you think he’s romantic? Well – right now you think Steve is romantic. But he knows that it’s his words that made you giggle, that made you call over your chambermaid and squeal at the use of fresh linens on the line to describe how easily your love flows through him. And it does. You do. You are. He wonders if the next letter should be as well spoken – would Steve know the difference? The lack of quality in the way his pen fumbles across the page in search of more ways to -- desire you? Could he write to you as a secret admirer? No, he thinks, It will never be me. I will never be what the king thinks she needs.