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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART III

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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mega plot-driven smut ahead in this part of the story. you've been warned. MINORS, DNI. 18+

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Despite everything, you and Steve both get through battling Vecna. You both grin and bear it. You both set aside your differences when the moment calls for it.

Just like you have before. Many times.

And in the midst of it all, you can't help but wonder about your uncle. How he's doing. If he's somewhere in his bunker still, hopefully drinking less (ideally, not at all) and keeping up his phone calls with Joyce. You'd told her to keep tabs on him, and you also told your uncle to keep tabs on her. They needed each other. You had the kids and the teens, but they needed each other. And sure, your uncle has you. Always. But you have to work, and babysit, and hang around a guy who hates your guts because the circumstances won't permit otherwise.

Eddie and Robin really stick up for you. They do. They really like you. Steve can’t stand it.

Even Nancy doesn’t mind you. Honestly, she’s scared of you more than anything. Steve doesn’t care.

The kids love you. Steve won’t make them hate you. He never would. But he won’t endorse their kind sentiments about you either.

More groups are formed, along with more plans. Scary, life-threatening plans.

You stay behind with Dustin and Eddie, knowing that Steve is quietly a basket case over the concept leaving Dustin alone without having him there to protect him from all this shit, the way he has before. With the demodogs, the Russians, and everything up to this point. That kid is his brother. His son.

It’s the only time that Steve tells you thank you.

And he sincerely means it.

By the grace of some unspeakable force, you manage to not only keep Dustin alive...but also Eddie. The bats have done their damage, and you've got some damage yourself. Though not nearly as bad as Eddie. You can withstand yours with adrenaline and the sheer need to protect one of your kids and get this metalhead back to the real world so that he can get proper medical attention.

When Steve and the girls all get back to the three of you there, after all the shit hits the fan - you, Steve, Nancy, Robin and Dustin all manage to get Eddie back across the gate and get him majorly patched up. Thanks to Dr. Owens.

You keep Eddie hidden at Murray's bunker. You're shocked to find it empty, your worry growing more every single minute. But Steve tries to assure you that your uncle is likely fine, probably just out to eat or something. However... even he knows that is not true. Murray does not go anywhere.

"Bauman," he's saying to you, softly. So softly. Softer than he's ever spoken to you once. "He's gonna be okay. I promise. We're here, alright?"

Two days later, Jonathan and his Cali crew all show up. Nancy and him are reunited.

And you watch Steve break.

He doesn’t let it show, not really. But you see it. Both you and Robin do. You let her comfort him. He needs his best friend, much more than he needs you. Especially in this situation. You are undoubtedly the last source of comfort for him in this specific instance.

You reunite with your Uncle Murray, who has returned with Joyce and — to your surprise — a very much alive Hopper. It’s a beautiful reunion, as you all hug tightly.

You all fucking lived, bitch.

Given the new flurry of debris-snow-shit in the air, you all end up having to take shelter.

Steve volunteers his house, given that his parents fled to their vacation home and he told them he wasn’t going. They ditch him, so he has the house all to himself. This time, he doesn’t have to be alone though. He has his real family.

You all move into the Harrington House. Lord knows it’s big enough. But it’s also really tight, for two people who can’t stand each other unless there’s a really ugly monster guy waltzing around that needs to be killed along with his multi-species army of little uglies.

Given the close quarters, on top of the fact that you all can’t leave the house much unless it’s for supplies, you and Steve have no choice but to coexist.

He still resents you, especially seeing Nancy and Jonathan are now getting along again and seem to be doing better. But it's much more subdued now, and you both find a way to talk. Which happens mainly because of you, initiating.

You learn more about Steve's home life, given the pictures everywhere throughout the house. They're all pretty stiff, lacking warmth. You figured that Steve was a pretty lonely trust fund baby, and being that you're a lonely child you can relate to the loneliness that comes with that. Not the trust fund part. Just the only-child-syndrome part, which you know perfectly well forces you to either become very well acquainted with yourself...or hate yourself even more. Steve clearing did not lean into becoming his own source of reliability and companionship, the way that you did. And it made you understand him better. It made you understand why he needed to be around the likes of Carol and Tommy H. He did not know how to be alone with himself.

"I think my dad and I don't even like the same beer," Steve scoffs, allowing himself a humorless chuckle. You don't laugh with him, instead giving him a soft look. An apology with your eyes.

"And my mom, she just...I dunno. Sometimes, I wonder why she never left him."

You let Steve reveal as little or as much as he wants to. It just depends on the day.

The two of you watch out for the kids. You both go with them to visit Max in the hospital. You even initiate finding a way to get her to stay there while in a coma, thanks to enlisting the help of your uncle to help enlist the help of Dr. Owens. The kids love you for that.

Steve doesn’t love you… But he appreciates you.

A lot. He's beginning to find appreciation for you, for a lot of things.

Your uncle clocks the very niche tension between the two of you, now that you’re all under the same roof and he’s given no choice but to.

And damn, it makes him curious. He is, after all, the witch doctor of love…

Nevertheless, Murray takes his time choosing when to strike.

As you and Steve both help nurse Eddie back to health, and read to Max in her coma (which leads to both of you just simply talking), and make the kids laugh together, and even make conversation with Nancy and Jonathan (…it’s very double date ish) Murray watches his niece — and mannnnnn, is he amuuuuuused.

One night, you and Steve stay up to share some drinks with the adults. It’s the first time that the two of you actually make each other really laugh, heartily. The drinks help.

That’s sort of Murray’s plan. Vodka is, after all, the holy grail.

Even Eddie joins, along with Robin. But Steve sits next to you. Not his best friend, or the new friend he’s made in the metalhead. Nope, he sits his perfect, hunky ass that makes all the ladies drool right next to little ole you.

And damn, do you both laugh.

Murray’s never seen you laugh that hard with anyone in his life. He wonders if you’ve ever laughed that way at all.

And the way that Harrington looks at you? Especially when you’re not looking… Holy shit.

And the way you look at him the same way... makes Murray grin ear to ear like a mischievous kid with the plan to wreak havoc.

Hopper and Joyce are so settled into their relationship, and Jonathan seems to be winning back the love of Nancy. Eddie and Robin are so single it hurts, but it's legendary too. And you? Steve? Well, you guys are mortal enemies. And yet somehow, sitting here in the Harrington's living room with glasses of chilled vodka, belly-laughing over anything -- you and Steve exude more chemistry than all of them combined.

So when everyone goes to bed, and Murray catches you alone, he grills you. Not like the others. Nah, you’re family. He’ll cut you some slack.

…not much, though.

It sobers you right up.

"Do not tell me for one second that you don't think he's gorgeous," your uncle is saying in a low voice. You're both standing in his bedroom, having fetched him a tall glass of water which turned out just be a way to fucking lure you into his witchdoctor trap.

"I love you Uncle Murray. I really do. But this theory? -- is not one of your other bullseye's."

"Face it, kiddo," your uncle is smirking. "Your uncle's never wrong. You're just never the one on the other end of his lectures when he's making astute observations. You're always contributing to it. But this time? You're the leading lady, darling."

"False."

"You like Steve."

"Murray...!"

"You like Steve..."

You try to tell your uncle that everything he is saying is nonsense. Steve hates you. He absolutely hates you. Loathes and despises you, and plans to do so until you’re all particles of dust.

“Plus, he is so fucking annoying and whiny and entitled and has zero self respect unless it’s up against someone who calls him out for his shit,” you tell your uncle, gesturing to yourself on the last part. “Steve Harrington is a cocky guy who would just rather suffer in his own misery than ever see or lean into being this...this incredible man that he's...capable of being, the role model he has become to those kids, who love him, they love the human most deserving of being put first —”

.................

…oh fuck.

The silence is deafening. Murray’s smirk and all-knowing glare only adds to your being aware of what you just said to him, and admitted to yourself, out loud.

“Oh…oh so we do love Steve.”

Your uncle’s words are the cherry on top of the cake you just baked, and didn’t know you had the ingredients to make.

You don’t sleep that night.

***

The next morning, you and Steve both sit with Max.

"Wondering what she wrote in yours?"

Steve is nodding at the stack of letters on the bedside table. You all left them there, promising yourselves not to open them. Because she will wake up.

Lucas took it hard, Max dying. You'd been there to hold him, comfort him, along with Steve. You both watched him burst into tears numerous times, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, despite the fact that she was somehow still here. It broke both your hearts, but you both got through it with him. Together.

And while the other kids were taking it hard too...so fucking hard...it was Steve who carried the most guilt. Remorse, anguish and guilt.

"I failed my kid," Steve had told you at the hospital once. You looked at him with a furrowed brow and concerned eyes.

"Steve, no you didn't."

His voice shook, eyes drowning in nightmarish thoughts. "I wasn't there for her. I wasn't -- wasn't..."

"You could never fail those kids. Not even if you tried."

He didn't believe you. But he wanted to. You had squeezed his hand that day, sitting in the waiting room. And to your surprise, not only did he let you...but he squeezed it back, letting your hands rest that way for an hour as you fell asleep in the seats before being woken up.

And now, sitting in one of his guest rooms while Max lay asleep in the coma still, you can see that guilt in him is spreading.

Steve is holding the letter that she gave to him, and you ask him if he’s wanting to read it.

Steve snorts. "God, you kidding? She'll wake up just to kill me before going right back to sleep."

You smirk, biting back a real laugh. “True.”

But Steve looks conflicted. He fiddles with the letter in his hands, wanting to tear it open. You know that he does.

“…want me to read it out loud to you instead? She can kill me in your place.”

Steve chuckles at that.

...but he doesn’t say no.

In fact, after biting his lip for a minute and thinking, he finds himself nodding. Yes. Please, read it to me, he’s thinking.

So you do.

You take the letter and read it to him. You read him the words that only a little sister could write to a big brother who she loves and wishes she will grow up to be like. You read him words that make him light up like a Christmas tree, yet cause him a painful ache deep within his bones. You read him a letter of love that no one ever took the time to write, let alone express, to him his entire life.

Steve fights tears. He bites them back, successfully. You’re the last person he ever wants to see him vulnerable. Hell, he can’t even see himself like that without judging his own self harshly. He can only imagine that you will, too.

He doesn’t know, though, that not only would you never judge him for that. But selfishly, you wish he would feel safe with you. Or God, someone at least. Just not Nancy. Someone who deserves him wholeheartedly.

"Steve," you speak softly.

He's staring into space, zoned out. But then, he finally looks over at you. He sees the kindness in him, and it almost takes his breath away. The way that you look at him...he just never thought you could...that you could --

"You're all of these things. Everything she wrote in this? You're all of it. And then some. You're the hero all those kids dream of being when they grow up. You're their favorite person. The one they trust, go to for everything. Even if you don't think that they do, they do."

He listens, unable to move. Speak. Breathe.

"You are...a great person, Steve Harrington."

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That night, there’s a knock on your door. You’ve been given the guest room upstairs with no bunk mate. Unlike most of the people in the house. But given that Joyce and Hopper are together now, and El sleeps in Max’s room to keep watch, the four younger boys share a room with Eddie, Nancy is with Jonathan, Erica sleeps at her own house and Robin shares Steve’s room since she splits her time here and at home — you and Murray got the solo rooms.

Steve is now grateful for those sleeping arrangements tonight.

Because when you open the door, he’s on the other side. He looks sad, conflicted and lost. Like his mind is racing at a million miles an hour, yet can’t think of anything to say. He’s tongue tied, just staring at you expectantly…

What is he expecting?

“What’s wrong?” you ask. “Is it Max?”

Something about your question makes Steve brows pinch together. Like it’s suddenly confusing him even more. But he doesn’t speak.

You wait patiently. But truth be told, you are anxious as fuck. Because damn, he’s pretty. He is so stupid pretty. And fuck it’s annoying. His lips are just the right shape in a pout, and it’s really fucking annoy —

His lips are crashing into yours before you can even finish dissecting them.

Steve is kissing you like life depends on it. Gentle at first, but eager. Determined.

And when you both pulls back -- you don’t hesitate for more than a solid 2-3 seconds, your eyes shocked while his eyes silently ask, is this okay?

Your lips crashing back against his answers — yes.

Steve is a hurricane of both madness and all things serene in the ways that he touches your body. He explores your skin with his lips and hands, as if he has all the time in the world. The curve of your jaw and neck. The jut of your collarbones. The feel of your clavicle, which leads him to the shape of your tits and nipples. He cherishes your body, hungrily exploring it. It’s heated, hot and heavy. He licks a stripe down your abdomen to the waistband of your sweatpants. The way his brown irises look up at you, all round and doe eyed, makes the back of your throat groan with need. It’s not loud or brash, nor is it strained and quiet. It’s soft but certain. Steve melts at it, his fingers curling one by one around the band of your sweatpants, his eyes still asking — please?

You’re nodding without even having to hear a word out of him. And Steve pulls.

Euphoria is the feeling of Steve’s tongue exploring your folds. It’s the sound of him sighing into your portal in pure pleasure, and the way he sucks your clit with fervency yet flicks it with supple patience. His hands knead into your thighs, one of them reaching to squeeze your hips so that he can pull himself up to you and let you taste yourself on his tongue. He wraps an arm underneath your waist, hooking you to him, asking in the breathiest of whimpers, “Please let me, angel.”

He’s getting a fistful of your hair into one of his big hands, adoring the way that you squeak a yelp. You suck on his tongue, hard, and it’s enough to drive him mad. He pins himself against you, grinding. But you sit up, keeping your bodies glued together and now using your teeth to tug on his lip and paralyze him in pure ecstasy. You take the opportunity to slide your teeth and tongue down his jaw and neck, trailing pecks and kisses along the way, and the throaty whimper he lets out makes you see stars behind your hooded eyes as you drag your tongue down his chest. The wet stripe you’re leaving glides down to his toned abdomen’s bunny trail, and as you curl your fingers around his sweatpants, you pause… letting your lips press the most fluttery of kisses to each of his scars.

Steve can’t help the shudders, sighs and whimpers that escape his lips, along with your name. It’s raw, uncensored. He clutches your hand, which you extend up to him in a greedy grab as you slowly work his pants down with your other hand. You hook your fingers onto his chin, forcing him to let go of your hand in his and look down at you. He does, and it’s game over. You watch him and never break eye contact as you use both hands to push down his briefs…

…and thank God for that — because otherwise, you would see just what you’re up against as far as pleasuring him goes.

You feel the tip of his hard length tap your chin, and you scoot farther down into the mattress — on your knees like a perfect angel. Your tongue plays with its head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum, and Steve is shaking so hard he can’t stand it. He clenches his jaw, gritting out blissful curses through his teeth. “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

You take in the intense length of him, pleasuring him until he is touching the back of your throat and nearly gagging you senseless, and the mess he is up above you — it sends your mind into a tailspin. He has never looked so pretty, eyes squeezed shut except when he’s glancing back down at you with more fondness and adoration than you ever thought possible from not only a man who hates you…but any man at all.

And when Steve is just about to cum, he begins to beg. “P-please. Wait, please.”

His hands urgently cup your jaw, forcing you to look back up at him and cease your sickeningly perfect work. He pulls, and you follow. He drinks you in with his gaze, staring into your soul, as if he’s trying to figure you out. He stares and stares, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his brown eyes searching yours like you are the most beautiful mystery he has ever needed to solve. He looks as though he might ask you something. Say something...

But he dives in to kiss you again before he lets himself.

His hand wraps around the bend of one of your knees, tugging it up so that he can hook your leg around his waist. Then he does it to the other. And before you know it, you’re straddling him.

“Fuck, Bauman, please,” Steve Harrington groans into your mouth. Then softer, murmuring against your lips as he kisses them endlessly, “please let me, please.”

And you know what he is asking. You know what he wants. You don’t have to even think twice. Lifting yourself up, lining him with your entrance, he stretches you out and the euphoric sting of it sucks the air right out of you. And Steve.

Steve is winded by the feeling of how tight your walls are, and by just how right it feels to be inside of you. You both fit. Like a perfect match.

At this point, you’re both a frenzy of fucking. You ride him – slow, hard, fast, all of it. Steve keens into your mouth, then your neck as he buries his face there — completely overwhelmed. You hold his head there, comfortingly and securely, and so fucking perfectly as your fingers tug at the ends of his perfect hair.

“I’ve got you, baby,” your voice shakes in a breathy whisper, just for him. “Let it all go.”

And Steve does. His fingers dig into the curve of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he presses the loud growl of his climax into your bare shoulder. He releases himself into you, hot and loaded, and you drip just as much onto him as he just shot into you.

As if that wasn’t enough to send you reeling — enough to make you see angels and devils and god — it’s the way that Steve shudders against you, catching his breath…and then pulls back to look at you…that renders you speechless.

His hairline leaks sweat, his face beaded with it. His eyelids are hooded, the dark brown irises dazed and daring to meet your gaze. His lips are parted perfectly — and the way he looks up at you with his tousled hair, somehow still perfect after it’s been pulled and messed with, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Steve Harrington is so fucking beautiful. He’s an all-American boy, yet a Greek god.

The way that Steve gently brings your forehead to his, breathing against you, closing his eyes at the contact — you find yourself timidly nuzzling the tip of your nose to his. And you feel him smile against you, opening your eyes just enough to steal a peek — and that’s when you feel a deep ache in your heart and soul that might as well kill you.

Because now you realize. That is love.

Steve is love.

But you let it die inside of you tonight, not wanting to make this moment end any sooner than it has to. Instead, you let Steve entangle his limbs with yours, not daring to ask if he wants to stay. Because if you do, he’ll likely leave. He’ll realize that being in bed with you is the last place that he wants to be, and that he’s made a mistake. He’ll go back to hating you, more than he already does, and it will be the death of you. So instead, you just let it ride out however it’s supposed to.

You try not to count the minutes as Steve absentmindedly traces circles with his fingertips on your skin. Your hip bones, your shoulder blades, your spine. You tell yourself to forget that time and its limits exist as you stroke the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, your temple against his forearm, his outer arm draped over you. You tell yourself that this is it. This is heaven. This is eternity. You tell yourself even if you wake up and it’s just a dream, you’ll remember it for as long as you live. Because on the other side of death is this, and it will never end.

You let that ease your mind as he presses his lips to your forehead and you no longer fight sleep.

So when you do wake up…and find that Steve is still there…you’re shocked. But you stay that way until he wakes. He looks at you in awestruck wonder. Not confusion or regret. Just…wonder.

He props himself up on an elbow, still looking at you, deep in thought. All you can do is stare back, wishing you knew what the hell he was thinking but not daring to ask. It wasn’t worth risking this. You stay that way for a little while.

He finally breathes a sigh, whispering, “Kids will be up soon.”

You give him a soft smile and gentle nod. You can already see Dustin waking up to go knock down Steve’s door, and that’s…not gonna end well if he finds out that Steve is walking out of your room instead.

Steve contemplates god-knows-what for another long moment before pressing a quick kiss into your hairline as he rises.

You watch him stand and dress himself, your heart throbbing at the way he looks in the early morning light streaming through the windows. His body is god-like. Tall, lean and athletic. His skin has the most beautiful constellation of moles that put the entire galaxy of stars to shame. And you ache at the thought of never being able to touch them again.

He gives you a soft grin after he throws his t-shirt back on, and before you know it he’s gone.

You lay there staring at nothing, feeling yourself leak a couple of silent tears and wondering why. You find yourself afraid to get up and face whatever new reality lies ahead of you on the other side of that door.

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Baby punk El this and baby punk El that. I love her to death but she's blossoming into someone else. So what about baby punk Steve?

Imagine Steve who's grown so much he feels like he's outgrown most of his previous interests and likes. Its hard to really fixate on cars and sports when every time you look at a car you remember hitting Max's brother with one, and baseball bats will forever remind you of fighting with one. Steve isn't remotely the same person he used to be, so who is he now?

Imagine Steve trying on all manners different ideals and outfits, flitting from one friend's style to another as he tries to find where he fits.

Nothing really clicks though. Nancy is too similar to what he already was, Robin's style only really suits her, Jonathan's is kinda... basic, Argyle just isn't the vibe really, and the kids are still coming into their own too.

That leaves Eddie.

Eddie who Steve could not be more different from, ostensibly.

But when Steve tells Eddie about what he's going through and what his goal is, Eddie takes him under his wing immediately.

He starts taking Steve into more metalhead spaces, lets him get to know what the community is actually like (They're mostly old friends of Wayne's, a biker group he used to ride with that pretty much adopted Eddie when he was younger too. They're also largely responsible for how Eddie is today). Steve is surprised by how welcoming they are, and how easily he gets along with them all. Since he's still relatively young and new to the scene, he's the group baby for once.

They become another pseudo family to him, though one that he doesn't have to constantly worry about protecting, rather one that protects him (Finally the baby instead of the baby sitter.) Especially after the night they got him drunk and he shared a "funny" anecdote about his parents forgetting him at home when they went on a two week vacation (They all silently agreed that if they ever meet the Harringtons, its on sight). They're the ones that help him really come to terms with how shitty his home life actually is, the ones that help him channel the anger that comes with that revelation.

Its still not quite what he was aiming for but he loves his new found family. And hey he does actually like this. Even some of the music, to Eddie's utter delight.

Steve slowly begins collecting bits of clothing that suit this new change in his life some of them he's stolen from Eddie and it makes him feel more settled in his skin.

But the first moment he finds what he's been looking for comes from what was supposed to be a joke.

One day when they're hanging out, Eddie sings David Bowie's Rebel Rebel to Steve, jokingly, but Steve immediately resonates with the lyrics. He begs Eddie to play him the whole song (he has a Bowie vinyl stashes under his bed, what kind of gay would he be if he didn't??) and when he does he wants to listen to it over and over again.

He starts picking up bits of Bowie's style too. Starts using Robin's eyeliner to doodle a couple little stars by his eyes when she's around, sometimes he'll borrow Nancy's a lip gloss and dab a little bit on his lips. Eddie starts calling him "Pretty Boy" instead of "Big Boy", and Stevie instead of Steve and he loves it.

The second huge revelation comes when he sees an actual punk in real life.

The spikes, the color, the attitude, the makeup, all of it calls to Steve like a siren song. It takes everything he has to calmly walk up to the punk in question and ask them about their style, about their scene. They happily explain (punks and metalheads are practically cousins, and Steve is dressed almost exclusively out of Eddie's closet that day) and Steve falls in love with it immediately.

Its such a good mixture of the bright, energetic style that’s Steve's underlying personality, along with the sharpness hes taken on since the Upside-Down invaded his life. Something about having spikes on his clothes is comforting to him, like having his nailbat close at hand without the implicit threat it carries.

The first thing he does is transform his letterman jacket into a punk jacket. Eddie helps him design it, and its an elaborate testiment to the things Steve has done and has been through. The kids help make buttons and pins and patches for it too, each new one like a medal bestowed on him for his bravery and his service to them over the years.

He then swaps out his running shoes for combat boots which take a little getting used to since they're heavy but it feels right. They sit tighter on him and he finds it reassuring. He could also knock out a fucking window with them, which he finds out by accident so that's a definite plus.

He keeps his blue jeans but stops replacing them when they rip and tear. Its part of the style and Eddie loves to play with the little bits of skin that peak through the holes.

He starts wearing actual makeup here and there and finds that he really likes it. The eyeliner makes his eyes pop in a way that everyone finds distracting and its fun. Plus Robin and Eddie both sit in his lap when they apply it for him which is a bonus.

The only thing that stays the same is the hair (give or take a couple streaks of color here and there). It suits him and the change in aesthetic doesn't really affect his hair. If anything it actually kinda makes more sense. He looks like a greaser but more aggressive and he loves it. (Steve might not have chosen to become a warrior, but its definitely a part of him by now, and a part that has kept his loved ones safe over the years. He can grieve what it cost him and still love it for what it gave him too.)

His parents however do not love it. Not that he sees them often enough to really care what they think anymore, but the one time they catch him home his mother nearly faints and his father gets so angry it takes Steve back to being a helpless child again for a moment.

He accuses him of all kinds of things, (ruining their reputation, embarrassing them, disappointing God, you name it) but its not until he starts blaming Eddie for the changes to Steve's persona and attitude that he snaps.

Steve lectures his father like he would one of his kids, because he's acting like one of them. He doesn't even realized he's gone into full Babysitter mode until he sees his Mother's face. He's just so used to being the mature adult in any given situation it came naturally.

His mother to his endless surprise takes his side, tells his father he's clearly a grown man now and he can make his own choices. His father somehow looks even more shocked than Steve feels.

Steve doesn't rekindle his relationship with them, but they have an understanding. Which is better than he'd dared hope they'd ever have.

Steve Harrington is a punk, and he absolutely loves it. He has a family of metalheads that adore him and herd of children are somewhere in the middle and forming their own identities. He has a best friend who makes up her own damn rules, and a handful of friends who probably wouldn't mind the rules even if they knew what they were. And he's got a boyfriend who's helped him grow into his favorite version of himself yet.

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wheels-of-despair · 1 month

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Evil Woman Sees (Big) Red Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Remember in I Touched Banana Bubblicious For You, when Evil Woman had to get gum out of Eddie's hair? Again? Well… what if she found the person responsible? Contains: A rage blackout, emotions, tears, violence, protecting Eddie Munson at all costs, consequences that are totally worth it. Words: 1k

No male teacher has ever denied a bathroom pass to a female student after she says two magic words: "Lady Problems."

You'd used this bit of witchcraft on Mr. Williams a few minutes ago, and decided to use your untimed break to check on a certain crazy-haired metalhead who meant the world to you.

You leaned against the lockers across the hall from Eddie's classroom and angled yourself so you could see him through the thin pane of glass in the door. He'd been stressing about this test all week, but by the look of him, he was doing just fine. He was so focused, he didn't even notice you were there. He was fully in the zone; eyes darting from test to scantron sheet with purpose, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth while he filled in the bubbles with the freshly sharpened #2 pencil you'd presented him with this morning. You know he's got this one.

A movement behind him catches your eye. It's Kimmy Little, reaching across the aisle to pass a note. One of those girls who had everything: popularity, good grades, new car, the body and style every magazine told teenage girls they should aspire to. She's practically perfect in every way. And she makes you sick.

No, not a note. A piece of gum. How thrilling. She unwraps it and pops it in her glossy little mouth and chews with her whole jaw. Like a cow chewing her cud. Wonder what Tiger Beat would say about this?

Your focus returns to Eddie. Looks like he's done and double-checking his work. He hadn't cared enough to do that last year. Or the year before. You smile, knowing he's really trying this time, because he wants to graduate with you. He gathers his papers to take them to the teacher's desk, and you see Kimmy lean forward and extract a wad of red gum from her mouth. When Eddie gets up, she makes her move.

That's how they're doing it. They wait until he moves so he doesn't notice the sudden weight of the gum they've planted in his hair.

She and the girl next to her shake with silent giggles as Eddie walks to the front of the classroom to turn his test in.

With gum in his fucking hair.

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"HEY!"

A yell. Muffled. Ears ringing.

Something squeezing you. Arms?

The arms are dragging you backward.

Instinct tells you to fight it.

You twist. Kick. Boots leave black streaks on the white classroom floor. Your gaze follows the streaks until they turn into… is that blood?

You stop struggling.

Kimmy Little is curled into the fetal position on the floor. Her arms shield her face. Blood speckles the tile around her head and the white sleeves of her otherwise spotless sweater.

The arms aren't dragging you anymore. They push you forward. Help you stand. You're wobbly. Is there something wrong with your legs? You look down to check, and see red on your knuckles.

Oh, fuck.

All of the noise comes rushing at you at once. People are yelling. Kimmy is screaming. You look around the room. The desks near Kimmy are vacant; there's a huddle of students who'd vacated them in the back. People on the far side of the room are standing on chairs and desks for a better view. You try to turn, and the arms holding you give you enough slack to move, but not to be free.

You turn and stare into Eddie's wide eyes.

You feel the adrenaline drain from your body, and suddenly find it hard to breathe.

"OUT! NOW!" Eddie's teacher screams. She points to the door with her classroom phone. Probably calling for help. The cord bounces on the desk.

Eddie drags you from the room without a word. You stumble, but don't fight him. He pulls you into the bathroom around the corner and spins you around to face him.

His hands hold your shoulders. You stare at the Hellfire logo on his shirt and try to focus on breathing. Why is it so hard? Eddie's hands cup your face and lift your chin so you have to look at him.

"What the fuck just happened?" he asks. And then you remember.

A sob escapes from your throat, and he pulls you close. You wrap your arms around him and cry into his shirt. What have you done?

Eddie holds you and absentmindedly rubs your back for a while, until you're able to choke out: "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"The way people fucking treat you."

"What do you mean?" he mumbles against your temple.

You look up through teary eyes and reach for his hair. You pull the matted pile containing gum outward and nod toward the mirror. He glances toward his reflection, and then back to you.

"You tried to kill a girl for putting gum in my hair?"

"I wasn't trying to kill her," you whisper. "Just wanted to smack her around a little… I think?"

Eddie snorts, and pulls you back into his chest.

"It's not fair," you repeat.

"I'm used to it," he says quietly, hands drifting up and down your back. You melt into him and sniffle.

"You shouldn't have to be."

He kisses the top of your head. He may have accepted his fate as the freak everyone loves to hate, but that doesn't mean you're done fighting for him.

"Bet those bitches'll think twice about sticking gum in your hair again," you mumble into his chest. Eddie chuckles, and you hold him tighter.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too."

You look up at him and wonder how anyone could be so cruel to someone like Eddie Munson. Why are you the only person who can see how amazing he is?

"YOU TWO."

You whirl around and see Principal Higgins standing in the doorway of the bathroom. You fight the urge to shrink into Eddie's side.

"My office. Now."

You scored a 5-day vacation and 2 weeks of detention.

But you never had to extract gum from Eddie Munson's hair ever again.

(Well, aside from the time he laughed so hard, he spat his own gum into his hair. He's so talented. Dreamy sigh.)

#writings of despair #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x evil woman

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foxlecter · 1 year

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Rest of the food I had in Maui

#metalhead #diy punk #emo #maui #maui hawaii #sushi #biscuits and gravy #lobster Mac n cheese #food #metalhead on vacation

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xplrskies · 1 year

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Best Friends Birthday

Eddie Munson x Reader / EM One Shot

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for years, its your birthday and he has a special surprise for you.

Words: 2646

warnings: fluff, swearing,

Notes: I've had this in my head for a while but never had the time to write it so I hope you enjoy<3

You and Eddie have been friends since middle school. You never grew up in Hawkins, you moved from Ohio when you were about 10 years old. Eddie was your first friend, the first person to talk to you. Since then, you have been inseparable, always by each other's side, hanging out each other's homes, being there for each other through breakups and what not. You both grew up together, your parents were good friends with Wayne, always inviting him and Eddie to vacations and family BBQ’s. You’d been through a lot together over the years.

Wayne loved you like a daughter he never had, he would always call you ‘trouble’ and scruff your hair up when you saw him, he adored you. You were always at their trailer growing up, you preferred it there, it felt more like home than your actual home. You never felt like you belonged at home, always being told ‘act more like your older sister’. You didn’t want to, you wanted to be your own person.

It was senior year for both of you at Hawkins High, Eddie was sure he was going to graduate this year. You were basically his tutor since he wasn’t all that bright, but you didn’t care. Over the past year things have been a little different between you and Eddie. He was now the schools drug dealer and labelled as the freak, which gained a lot more attention than normal. More girls wanted him, more boys wanted to pick on him. You were always there for him. Through his outbursts at his trailer over Jason Carver calling him stupid names to him playing sad love songs on the guitar when his 3-week relationship broke off after a girl asked him out for a joke. You though, you never had eyes for anybody but Eddie. You never told him, never told anybody in fact. You didn’t want to ruin years of friendship, you didn’t think Eddie would like you anyway, you didn’t think you were his type. Sure, you were always a metalhead, liked DnD, liked horror movies but you thought girls like Chrissy Cunningham were more his type, as you’ve seen him drool over her several times in the last 2 weeks. You just admired Eddie from a far, writing notes in your diary about how much you want to kiss him and be his forever. Eddie always flirted with you, always called you his ‘sweetheart’ or ‘princess’, they always made you melt. The way he would kiss your forehead when saying goodbye, or knowing you were anxious when your legs would constantly be bouncing, he would rest his hand on your leg and give you a warm smile to let you know you're okay.

It was the day before your birthday, Eddie had been more excited for it than you for weeks now. He’s invited you over to spend the night with him. This was normal, you used to spend nights together most weekends. He wanted to see you on your actual birthday, but your parents said your family from out of town was coming to see you so the day before it had to be. You had no idea what Eddie had planned for you; you had told him so many times not to get you anything, but he promised id love it.

You just walked into school, your mousy brown hair flowing in the wind along with your black skater dress. You walked up to your locker and opened it, placing your bag in and getting your books for the day. You glance down the hall to see Eddie walking into school, this was early for him. He had a skip in his step, and he had something in his hand you couldn’t quite make out.

“Mornin, birthday girl” Eddie smiled, leaning against the locker holding a rose out in front of him. “Flower for you, sweetheart” His smile was so wide. You couldn’t help but blush and melt at his large brown eyes gleaming at you.

“Thanks, Eds!” You said taking the rose from him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a warm hug. He kissed your forehead as you pulled away.

“You're still coming over after school, right?” He asked, his eyes wide and desperate for my answer.

“Yes, how many times have you asked me this week” I roll my eyes and look at him, closing my locker and leaning against it next to him.

“I just-” Eddie takes his hands in yours. “i want your birthday to be perfect, you’re my best friend, I have the perfect presents for you” He squeezes your hand gently, swaying them lightly as he gets over enthusiastic about the presents he’s got you.

“Eddie! Presents?! You did have to I told you!” you nudge him and pout. He smirks and holds his hands up in defence.

“I know, I know but I’ve been working extra hours at the record store and saved up my money” Eddie says placing one hand in his pocket and shrugging. You couldn’t be angry at him, he did this all for you. You smile at him, your eyes sparkling in the sunlight beaming through the windows. The first bell rang and you both went sperate ways for your first classes of the day. You hoped today went fast, the anticipation of what Eddie had planned was killing you.

It was the end of the school day, finally. You were stood outside in the parking lot next to Eddies truck waiting for him. You heard his loud voice from across the lot, you gaze over and see him with Dustin and Jeff, walking over to his truck. Eddies eyes meet yours and he smiles and gives you a little wave.

“Happy Birthday” Dustin and Jeff say in unison.

“Thanks guys” I smile at them both. Eddie lights up 2 cigarettes and hands you one. You nod to him and take a drag and exhale. You didn’t have any time to chat to Dustin or Jeff before Eddie was rushing the conversation and practically pushing you into his truck. The car ride seemed to go on forever, you were nervous what Eddie had planned for you. Eddie hardly spoke the whole ride to the trailer; his demeanour had changed from this morning, he seemed stiff and nervous. You kept looking over at him as you smoked your cigarette in the passenger side of his truck.

We finally arrived at the trailer park; Eddie parked the truck up. He practically jumped out of the truck and ran around to my side before you could even take your seatbelt off.

“M’lady” He bowed while opening the door and holding his arm out. I jumped out of the truck and curtsied to Eddie. “Thank you, kind sir” You giggled. You started walking to the trailer and Eddie grabbed your waist and halted you.

“N-No, wait a sec! Close your eyes” He looked at you making sure you closed your eyes, You put your hands on your waist and close your eyed.

“Keep em closed till I say so yeah?” You felt him walk away from you, you could hear voices but couldn’t quite make them out, your stomach fluttered as your nerves grew. You heard the trailer door open and close once more and then felt Eddies hands on your shoulders.

“Follow my lead, okay?”

“Eddie what's going on?” You follow his lead, holding his arms tight.

“We are nearly there okay sweetheart” We took a few steps more and place your hand on the trailer door. Eddie guides you through into the living room and stops you. You hear a lighter flick and Eddie walks away from you.

“okay! Open your eyes!” You open your eyes and your heart stops. Eddie and Wayne are standing there holding a birthday cake, with a few lit candles. They both start to sing happy Birthday to you, moving closer to you. You don’t know what to do, you take one step closer to them and smile under the hand you have over your mouth. You cannot believe Eddie had done this for you. Your heart feels full watching Eddie and Wayne singing to you.

They both stop singing and Wayne holds out the cake to you.

“Blow out the candles then” Wayne says beaming from ear to ear. You look at him and the down at the cake. You blow out your candles and they both cheer.

“Happy brithday, trouble” Wayne put the cake down on the coffee table and pulls you into a hug, scruffing up your hair.

“Thanks uncle wayne” He wasn’t really your uncle, but you always called him that. You hugged him tight and then turned to Eddie, who was on the verge of tears.

“Come here ya big goof. Thank you Eds” You grab eddies hand and pull him into a hug, he wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his chest, as he kissed your forehead.

You all stand around in the trailer eating some cake, Wayne wanted to share some cake before he left for work. Wayne had even got you a gift. It was a hat that youd always admired that was off the wall of the trailer, he took it down and gave it to you. It meant a lot to you that he did that, he always had collected those hats.

Wayne left for work and as soon as the trailer door closed, Eddie grabbed your hand.

“okay, now for presents” Eddie gleamed, pulling you into his bedroom. He walked infront of you and knelt down on the floor infront of 3 presents. You walk in the room and gasp.

“Eddie! Oh my god” You skipped to him and knelt down next to him. “For me? Are you serious” Eddie nodded and moved closer to you.

“You have to open them in a certain order though, princess” He smirked at you, grabbing a, badly, wrapped present. Eddie wasn’t the best at anything DIY like wrapping or cooking but the thought is what counts and he puts a lot of thought into anything he does. He hands you a medium sized present, its soft.

“First one” You say, placing it infront of you, ripping the paper. Your cheeks flush red as you see the first present. Eddie had taken one of your favourite denim jackets and sewed on some patches for you. You can tell hes done it himself because of how bad the stiching was, but you didn’t care. You looked over at eddie and your eyes creased with how much you were smiling. He had stitched on a few band patches and a few others, but its just what you wanted, you never thought he’d actually do it.

“Eddie! Ive been looking for this jacket for weeks! I knew you took it” I smirk at him, holding the jacket up and studdying it.

“I love it, thank you Eddie” You put the jacket down and wrap your arms around eddie, kissing his cheek.

“You love it? I worked pretty hard on it for you, I knew you wanted a handmade patched jacket” He rubs the back of his neck and blushes. You nod at him and grin. He picks up the next present and you already knew what this is, by the size and feel of the present.

“No fucking way..” You say as you rip the paper apart once again. He’d got you 2 records, the ones you’ve been going on and on about for weeks.

“Eddie! Oh my- oh my god! Thank you, thank you!” You bop up and down on your knees, you were so grateful. You glance over at eddie and hes been starring at you this whole time. His big doe-eyes watching you gush over the presents, you can tell his heart was happy.

“They are the ones you wanted right?”

“Yes Eddie, yes they are oh thank you so so much!” You couldn’t contain your excitement, but you noticed a change in eddie, he began to fidget and he now had a blank stare on his face. You look over at him and he shakes himself out of it.

“O-Okay next one, this is your f-final present from me, okay s-sweetheart" He grabbed the last present and stood to his feet, he was stuttering on his words and his cheeks were flushed. He held out his hand and helped you up. The present he was holding was a small but delicate gift, neatly wrapped with a bow on top. You glance at the present and then back at eddie.

“Before I open this, I just want to say thank you eddie, for all of this, I mean, this is so perfect” A warm smile glides over your lips, your eyes meet eddies and he takes a deep breath.

“Y-your welcome doll, now” He holds out the present and hands it to you, his hands were shaking slightly. You raise your eyebrows at him and take it. You start to unwrap the present, a lot slower than the others, this one feels precious. It’s a little brown box. You look up at eddie as he takes your arm.

“N-now before you open it, I just want to let you know” Eddie takes a deep breath. “You mean a lot to me Y/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, a-and I care about you a lot" He stops to take a breath. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes, is this the moment you’ve been waiting for?

“Shit.. This is really hard uh.. I really..fuck” He starts to get flustered. I take my free hand to his cheek and stoke lightly.

“Eddie.. Its okay, take your time”

“I want you to be mine, Y/N” He looks deeply at you while opening the little box for you. Your eyes glance down at the box, your heart stops, time stops. Inside the box is a dainty little silver ring with one single tiny stone in it. You stare at it, tears falling down your cheeks. Eddie’s kuckles brush under your chin and lift slightly so your eyes meet his.

“I-it’s a promise ring, I got it you because, I love you. I've loved for since the first day I met you, I just didn’t have the guts to say it, Sweetheart” He chuckled.

“E-Eddie.. I-I love it” you glance back down at the ring and then back at Eddie. He wipes away the tears on your cheek and smiles down at you.

“I promise to keep you safe and love you forever” Eddie now has tears in his eyes. You giggle at a tear falling down his cheek and you wipe it away.

“Will you be mine, Y/N” Eddie asks. You take the ring out of the box and place it on your middle finger, it fits perfectly. You nod and gush, throwing your arms around eddie. He picks you up and you look down at him.

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You throw your head back in excitement as Eddie spins you around. He sets you back down, his arms still around your waist. You are both looking deeply into each others eyes, your faces moving closer together. You close the distance and crash your lips on his, moving your hand from his back to the base of his neck, intwinging your fingers with his long curly locks. The kiss is passionate and firey, feels like bolts of electric flying from your lips, your heart fluttering making you feel like your walking on air. You break the kiss and place your hand on his chest, looking at the ring intently. He looks down and chuckles, his hair falling in his face and yours.

“Im glad you like it Princess” Eddie holds you close and kisses your forehead.

“I love you Eddie, Its always been you”

#josephquinn #joseph quinn #joe quinn #eddiemunson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #munson #uncle wayne #wayne munson #eddie munson x plus size reader

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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deja vu

summary: As Steve drives around Hawkins, he's haunted by the break up and the sight of you dating Eddie Munson, doing all the things you and him used to do. Steve still gets deja vu.

tags: ex!Steve x fem!reader, current Eddie x fem!reader, jealous & sad Steve, soft and protective Eddie, equal parts angst & fluff, song fic (love u miss Olivia), one OC named Ethel, oneshot, ngl my fave/best thing I've ever written

☆ word count: 5.2K+ ☆

a/n: this fic idea came to me as I was falling asleep and I GRABBED my phone aggressively and put it into my notes. I'm super super proud of how this turned out and can only hope you readers enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. ⚠️

Steve doesn’t know where he’s driving to as he hops into his maroon BMW, his feet pressing on the gas pedal as he swerves onto the empty road. It’s a sleepy Tuesday afternoon. It’s also the first week of spring break, meaning half of the people in the town have left for vacation - lakeside houses in Iowa, hiking in Oregon, visiting family down in Texas - and the small town of Hawkins feels even smaller. There’s barely any vehicles passing by him as he enters the main road, his eyes staring at the blinking orange light ahead with no particular emotion.

It’s the 15th. He vaguely remembers Robin inviting him to the arcade at five pm, but it’s not even noon. Deciding he’d best just drive around to kill some time, he takes a random left turn, only slowing down when he sees your car in the parking lot of the new ice cream store in town. The sight causes a harsh tug at his heartstrings - he hasn’t seen you since… since the breakup. And before he can talk himself out of it, he’s pulling into the back spot of the half-empty lot and rolling down his windows to look into the store.

You’re sitting by the window, your legs swinging off of the high stools, your manicured nails tapping lightly against the marble countertop. You look good - scratch that, he thinks. You’ve never not looked good. But it’s a stark contrast to how he last saw you: teary eyed, heaving chest, trembling breaths. Now your face has its usual vibrance back, your skirt perfectly ironed and your floral blouse unbuttoned just a few buttons from the top. Then someone’s arm wraps around your shoulder and you look up at the new figure, a dazzling smile appearing on your lips.

Steve’s stomach drops when he recognizes the face. Eddie Munson. The tall metalhead sits right next to you, feeding you spoonfuls of strawberry ice cream as your glossy lips part and take in each sweet bite. Eddie makes a joke and you laugh, and Steve thinks back to his days at Scoops Ahoy.

“Are you sure you aren’t breaking the rules by giving me free ice cream every time I visit?” you teased, leaning your head against the counter as Steve adjusted his uniform. You waved at Robin at the back, who gave you a quick smile before returning to her inventory work, as he shrugged and pecked you on the lips quickly.

“Oh no, I’m definitely breaking the rules by giving you free ice cream every time you swing by.”

Your eyebrows raised and you let out a shocked gasp.

“You’re breaking the rules for me? Careful, Harrington, I’m not too sure what my visitation rights would be if you land in jail.”

Steve rolled his eyes at your antics, but he didn't mean it. It was playful, it was fun, and besides, he couldn't really focus on anything else whilst you stood there waiting so pretty for him: wearing that green marbled dress he’s begged you to wear again since last Christmas. He quickly looked around the store - the only other people aside him, Robin and you were a couple who had already been served fifteen minutes ago - and motioned for you to sit down on a nearby chair, before sitting down across from you with a cup in hand.

“We got this in yesterday. Try it, it’s a new flavor.” Steve gestured to the cup, raising a plastic spoon to your lips, but it was a bit hard to reach across the small circular table so you had to stand up to accept it. You hummed in delight, your tongue flicking towards the edge of your mouth.

“It’s really nice. Something like… strawberry and rum, maybe?”

Steve motioned for you to stand up agaain and you complied, confused, letting out a surprised laugh when Steve then yanked you onto his lap, insisting that this was the easiest way to feed you ice cream. You tried to break out of his grasp but his hold was too strong, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other already reaching to feed you another spoonful, so you decided to accept defeat and relax.

“Don’t you wanna try some, babe?” you teased, looking down at him. Instead of reaching for another spoonful, Steve opted to pull you down for a bruising kiss, his tongue teasing your lower lip. It was an excuse to get the ‘full flavor’ and he’s smacking his lips when you two pull apart with a giggle.

“You’re right, this is good.”

“Told you.”

The memory doesn’t last long when he hears the chiming bell of the store ring out, indicating that someone has just left. It’s you and Eddie, Eddie tugging you towards the roof of your car before you sit down on it, your lips still sticky and messy from the dessert. Steve can’t hear what you two are talking about from this distance, but he sees in his rearview mirror as Eddie pulls you down to kiss you, causing you to bat at his chest lightly and laugh. The sight practically mirrors you and Steve just months ago and that realization makes him sick to his stomach, and Steve’s more than glad when you two speed away in your car to god knows where.

Steve shakes his head sideways, trying to talk some sense into himself. He’s being crazy. He’s being paranoid. He’s being jealous for no reason.

It’s spring break. There’s no way he’ll run into the two of you again.

Right?

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The new Starcourt Mall is nice. Even nicer than the original version, Steve duly notes, and most of the shops have been replaced with new ones. Steve doesn’t recognize most of the new shops that have opened. Lots of chic clothing stores. A homeware store where the barber’s used to be. A bakery where the nail salon was.

Steve stops walking, lowering his sunglasses when he finally recognizes one of the stores. The vintage bookstore, one that you absolutely adored and dragged Steve to whenever his shift ended so you could see what new arrivals there were. The store’s owner, a sweet seventy year old woman named Ethel, absolutely adored you and gave you discounts whenever you swung by. Steve remembered how much he used to hate it whenever you wanted to go book shopping (he loved being around you, of course, but you tended to take forever to decide on a book). But now he wished nothing more to be in there with you, nodding half-heartedly as you talked his ear off about the genius of John Steinbeck.

It’s nostalgia that then draws him into the store, the smell of leather bound books and chamomile scented candles filling the air, as Steve walks into the newly refurbished outlet. Ethel spots him immediately, waving him down empathetically and crushing him with a hug. He chuckles at her enthusiasm as she pulls away, gesturing to his ‘bad boy’ outfit (leather jacket, white shirt, levi jeans).

“My, my, Steve Harrington! Look at you, young man. Looking dapper than ever. If only I was fifty years younger and still spry, I’d be real sweet on you.” she jokes, her southern drawl making the compliment even more sweet. Steve smiles, genuinely, for what feels like the first time in months.

“Aw, and here I was thinking you were already real sweet on me.” Steve pouts, causing Ethel to laugh.

“It’s really good to see you, Steve. Haven’t seen you around for a while, how’s (Y/n)?” she asks casually, and it’s clear she means absolutely no harm. But the mention of your name feels like a stab in his chest, his stomach twisting in anxiety and fear as he struggles to think of an appropriate response.

“She’s… good.” he decides to settle at that. “I haven’t seen her around so much either. We, uh… broke things off.”

Her expression twists into one of sympathy.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Steve. But things always work out for the best, so try not to dwell on it too much. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got some work to do.”

Her eyes trail off to a customer at the back waving for the woman’s attention, and with another light squeeze of his hand, she’s off towards the back of the store, leaving Steve alone in thought. Do things really work out for the best? Had the break up been for the best in the first place?

Steve decides it doesn’t matter. He hasn’t taken the time to properly think about how things ended - he’s told himself that in a world filled with death, supernatural entities and cold missing persons cases, he’s got too much on his mind to think about frivolous things like break ups. But he knows deep down that’s an excuse. It wasn’t frivolous, you were far from that.

“Are you sure you’ll be interested?” your voice rings out from the entrance, causing Steve’s eyes to widen in fear before he randomly picks up the thickest book he can find to cover his face. Eddie’s chuckle is unmistakable as Steve moves towards the corner of the room, hiding himself between the cards and magazines section, lowering his book ever so slightly to gaze at the sight of Eddie lacing his fingers with yours.

“I swear on my life princess that if it’s a book you pick out, I’ll finish it.”

Steve feels like a total creep, watching the two of you stroll through the endless aisles of books, but he can’t help it. Eddie’s fingers are linked with yours the exact same way he used to hold your hand, and when you ask Eddie to pull down a book from the top shelf, with Eddie lightly brushing you to the side before climbing up the ladder and presenting you the book with an exaggerated bow, Steve’s taken back to Valentine’s Day of last year.

“I love you but I also can’t believe your idea of a perfect date is a bookstore.” Steve grumbled, looking up at the wooden ceiling in boredom. You knocked your shoulders with his, a playful smile on your face as you placed your hand within his.

“Come on, Steve! You promised we could go anywhere I wanted. And I heard that the new Stephen King novel is in this week.”

Steve tore his gaze away from the endless rows of books and onto your face, full of hope and joy. His resolve softened then and there - it was almost impossible to say no to you, not when you gazed at him with those doe eyes and pouted your lower lip forward, teasing him. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he mumbled a quiet “fine” before letting you drag him from aisle to aisle, carrying a stack of books as you would stop, compare a few, place one into his arms, and continue shopping.

“I thought we were just here for the Stephen King book.” Steve complained, his arms feeling sore from the weight of the books as he placed them down onto a nearby table. You sighed, crossing your arms.

“We are! I’m just trying to find where they could be.” you complained, feeling as if you’d already looked around the whole store. Then, Steve saw it: a bright red sign and a poster advertising the new arrivals, with a row of the new Stephen King books adorning the top shelf.

“Stay here for a second.” he commanded before slipping away.

“What? Steve, what are you-”

Steve brushed you lightly to the side before gripping the railings of the wooden ladder, carefully extending upwards to get the novel. The ladder wobbled slightly and you were quick to stabilize it, looking up at him with such genuine worry it made his heart melt. As Steve hopped off the final step, he placed the book into your hands, a smirk adorning his face.

“Ta da.”

You gazed at the cover with marvel before eagerly kissing him, your lips tasting of peaches.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Steve placed a hand onto your back before pulling you in close, his gaze lowering down to where your cocktail dress ended.

“I can think of a few ways you could make it up to me.”

But back in the present, you’re not kissing him. You’re not even the one he’s holding hands with as you’re too busy doting on Eddie, brushing stray hairs out of his eyes as the two of you wait in line. Steve zones out the excited conversation you have with Ethel at the counter as you gesture to Eddie, introducing your new boyfriend to her. It dawns on him that there’s a chance Ethel will point him out in the crowd and mention that he's also here, which makes Steve hurriedly drop the book covering his face and run back into his car.

His lungs are burning and the sight of Eddie gazing lovingly at your figure keeps repeating in his head, Steve's knuckles turning white with the force with which he squeezes the steering wheel. Tires screeching, he makes a bee-line for his house, ready to get away from it all.

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Turns out, however, Steve can’t run away from you. There's not a single goddamn place in this town that he doesn’t see a remnant of you in, where your touch and scent doesn’t linger and burn his skin. He goes to the community pool and remembers how you’d push him into the cold waters while giggling, water droplets dotting your perfect skin as you smile mischievously at him from above. He tags along for movie night with Jonathan, Nancy and Robin at the cinema, only to be reminded of how you’d insist on splitting the sweet and salty mix popcorn, and your habit of clutching onto his upper arm whenever the film got a bit too scary. It’s made even worse when Steve realizes even the fucking outdoors - surrounded by endless greenery and clear waters - are tainted with memories of you.

“You know, just because you’re graduating this year doesn’t mean you should be skipping class.” you drawled, sipping on the glass of orange juice laid out on the picnic mat. “I managed to get my parents to call me in as sick today because I aced my calculus exam, but you’ve got no such excuse.”

Steve rolled his eyes at your comment, discarding the button up shirt he was wearing before turning around to admire you in the sunlight. School was drawing to a close and summertime in Hawkins had finally arrived, the temperature always a pleasant mid-twenties and the sun shining brighter than ever. You were staring at his shirtless chest unabashedly, a polka dot dress thrown over your body, your face shielded from the sun thanks to the straw brimmed hat you’d brought along to the picnic.

“What are they going to do, expel me? It’s the final week of school and I’m Steve ‘King’ Harrington, they’re not going to do shit.”

His obnoxious confidence made you sigh, your left hand extending to pop a grape into your mouth.

“If only they knew how you’re more like a brat than a king.” you teased, the summer wind tickling your face as Steve gasped in mock horror.

“You wound me, babe. Is this how you should treat your loving boyfriend who is skipping class to provide you with a first class picnic?” he questioned, causing you to grin.

“You’re right, I’m very sorry.” you whispered, climbing onto his lap and kissing his face. Your skin was warm, thanks to the sun kissing your bare skin. All he could hear was your lips melding against his, and the distant flowing of the river behind, the sun reflecting off the placid waters in small twinkles. Everything was pefect and Steve was utterly, purely intoxicated with you.

“I love you so goddamn much.” he confessed, breathless.

He meant it. Every word. Enough to scream it off the Grand Canyon. Your smile was just as genuine.

“I love you too.”

So Steve can’t help but ask about how you’re doing when he’s driving Dustin back from a Hellfire Club session, trying to come off as disinterested and casual about it as possible. The question makes the young boy’s expression sour, before he looks up at the older boy with a weirded out look.

“Why are you asking me about how your ex girlfriend is doing?”

Steve shrugs, attempting to keep as neutral of an expression on his face as he can manage.

“Just curious. Heard that she’s with Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club or whatever those game sessions are that you keep attending.”

At the mention of Eddie, Dustin’s eyes light up, and jealousy pierces his heart again. Damn it, was he going to have to compete with Eddie again, this time for Dustin's attention?

“Oh yeah! Eddie’s super cool, you’d like him I think. Yeah, they’re together but she doesn’t come around much. Once in a while she’ll drop in, usually with cookies or food for the group. She makes the best chocolate chip cookies.”

Steve knows that already, and the thought just makes him feel more nauseous.

“Is she… happy with him?” he hesitantly asks.

If Dustin recognizes what Steve is trying to pry into, he doesn’t mention it, simply nodding along.

“Definitely. They’re so in love it’s like, kind of gross. She sits on his lap and watches the game and it’s cute but also makes finishing the session harder because Eddie gets distracted by her playing with his hair or kissing his neck.”

The force with which Steve stops the car makes Dustin double over, caught from falling completely forwards by his seat belt.

“Dude, what the hell!” he exclaims, placing a hand on his chest. But Steve doesn’t care, his mind is racing with the thoughts of when you and him would babysit the kids: Max, Will, Eleven, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Erica… And you’d be sat on his lap, playing with HIS hair and kissing HIS neck, whilst Steve attempts to watch over the kids get a restful night’s sleep.

“Sorry. Uh. Red light.” is all Steve can offer in response, before hurriedly driving to the Henderson household.

He knows where he’s going afterwards.

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It’s dark when he pulls up to your apartment. You’ve done really well for yourself, Steve thinks, managing living alone whilst your father works overseas and your mother takes up extra shifts in her uptown office in New York. Despite only being a senior, you’re miles ahead in maturity and intelligence compared to your peers - it was and still is, one of the many things Steve Harrington admires about you. Your perseverance, your resilience, your independence. You don’t need anyone, you’re self sufficient and reliable.

There’s a light in your bedroom despite the ungodly time of the night. One am on a Sunday. After driving Dustin back home, Steve had chickened out and locked himself in his room, agonizing over the decision to drive up to your house and say hello. What would he even say? What would your expression look like? Would you hug him and say hello, or would you scream and kick him out before he even got his foot inside the door?

His mouth tastes sour as he now stares blankly at your front door, oak and painted baby blue, as he remembers the last time he was here.

It was pouring rain. Steve kept calling your name, asking you to get back into his car to talk, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Baby, please, let me explain-” Steve desperately called out, his hands attempting to grab your wrist and pull you against him. But you shrugged off his hold, your eyes flaring with unbridled anger as you spun on your heels to look at him.

“There's nothing to explain, Steve. I saw what I saw. And what I saw was some random cheerleader kissing you."

His throat felt dry, his skin burning despite the constant downpour raining from above.

“I didn't know she was going to kiss me, I swear! A-and I pushed her off-" Steve started to explain, but you weren't having any of it.

"But you hesitated." your voice broke as you spoke, which in turn broke his heart. "I saw you, Steve. It took you a couple seconds to push her away."

Steve's mind spun with an array of emotions, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tried to spin a sentence together.

"I-I know, but-"

"Why didn't you push her off right away, Steve? Answer, you coward." you pressed.

The sound of rain furiously hitting the pavement was the only sound filling the silence, Steve's breaths coming out in harsh pants as he cursed under his breath and squeezed his hands by his side. He could feel the guilt crashing down onto him all at once, an endless pit forming in his stomach.

"She reminded me of Nancy." was all he could offer, the confession shooting straight through your heart. The heartbroken look on your face - one devoid of anger or shame, nothing but pure heartbreak - would haunt Steve's dreams for weeks to come, as you slowly hung your head.

"But she doesn't mean anything to me! I was just, uh, lonely and I was drunk and you've been in New York for so long-" Steve continued, only to be cut off once more.

“Oh, so this is all my fault?" you angrily questioned, screaming at his face.

“No, no! I’m not saying any of that, I just-” he tried to explain again, but you weren’t moved at all by his pleading tone and desperate gaze. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you instead let out a dark laugh, hopeless and dejected, before looking back up at him.

“You know I can’t help it that I can’t always be around you. We’re in different grades. My parents are outside of Hawkins most of the time. You knew I had to be in New York with my mom for a week. You know that Nancy is with Jonathan now and that I'm nothing like her. So why-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as tears began to pour from your eyes, your voice wavering in the wind. “Why am I not good enough for you?”

That sentence broke his heart all over again. There were a million things he wanted to tell you then and there - it wasn’t your fault. He was scared about what he was going to do after high school. He was scared thinking about what you would do after you graduated, you seemed too successful and above it all to stay here with him. He was scared about finding his identity, a life outside of the bubble of Hawkins High where he was the king.

He felt like he couldn’t talk about it with anyone. Then whilst attending the end of the year party, a pretty cheerleader came along who looked a lot like Nancy and began flirting with him. You’d missed his calls and he was drunk. She touched his face, laughed at his jokes, built up his ego. It registered in the far back of his hazy mind that she was probably flirting with him, but he liked the attention. Then she'd kissed him, and Steve's mind was slow to push her off, his mind swimming with thoughts of his first love. Back when life was simpler, back when things were much simpler.

He didn't miss Nancy romantically - not really. But he missed the time of his life that she reminded him of.

But then your face appeared in his mind and he shoved the cheerleader off, apologized, said it was a mistake, only to get up to see you standing by the entrance. You'd come back early from New York to suprise your boyfriend, only to see him being kissed by another girl. You ran out before he could catch up to you, your car speeding away from him.

He took a cab to your place but you weren’t home. You’d disappeared into the night, and he’d just only managed to catch you now, a week after the incident, by coaxing you into letting him take you home on a very rainy day when you had no umbrella.

“You’re perfect, (Y/n) (L/n), this wasn’t your fault at all. I’m the fucking idiot, I swear I can explain, I never meant to hurt you. She doesn't even mean anything to me, please, please give me another chance-” Steve's hand reached out to grab yours but you dropped it immediately, pulling up the ends of your cardigan. You were shivering from the cold but your gaze was determined, your jaw clenched as you stared into his eyes.

“I hate you, Steve Harrington. Don’t ever talk to me again.”

And that was that.

The sound of a window opening caught his attention in the present and you were seen climbing out of your bedroom window with a blanket, before scooting over to make space for someone else. Eddie joined you quickly afterwards, balancing a cup of tea in his hands, before pulling you right up against him and covering the two of you with a blanket. The sight made Steve sad - he knew how much you loved to sit on your rooftop and gaze at the stars.

The sad smile on his face faded when your gaze fell onto the street below, your eyes narrowing in on the familiar sight of Steve’s car before your blood ran cold. Recognizing the sudden shift in your mood, Eddie straightened up his back, asking if you were okay.

“I… Steve…” you trailed off, lost for words.

“Steve? As in, your ex Steve Harrington? Where?” Eddie nearly shouts, putting down the cup of tea on the windowsill behind him whilst looking around. His eyes fall onto the BMW with Steve sitting awkwardly in the driver’s seat, waving at them from the ground.

“What does he want?” your boyfriend growls, knowing how much you're still wounded by Steve's actions. You shrug, a million thoughts racing in your mind, before you decide to stand up and climb back into your bedroom.

“Are you going to talk to him, princess?” he questions.

“I… I mean, I haven’t seen him in three months. And he’s driven all the way here so… why not, I guess.” you anxiously rub your left arm, and Eddie’s quick to embrace you in a hug and look down at you with a protective gaze.

“You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, princess. I can tell him to piss off whilst you stay up here looking pretty.”

His gesture makes you smile, but you wave his suggestion off.

“No, no… I …. I want to know what he has to say.”

Eddie sighs, clearly displeased.

“Fine. But I’m coming down with you just in case he gets weird.”

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he finally takes in your appearance from up close. Your hair is still styled the same. Your nails are painted pastel pink, matching your pink skirt, but this time you’re wearing a Hellfire Club shirt on top. Your fuzzy socks are awkwardly shifting against the wooden floor as you swing the door open, a cautious look in your eyes.

“Hi Steve.” you breathe out, unsure of what else to say. The tension in the air is suffocating, and Steve can barely manage a hello back.

“Hi (Y/n).”

“HI STEVE!” Eddie obnoxiously yells from the back of the living room, making sure that your ex boyfriend knows he’s also here. You sigh at his antics, a small smile gracing your face.

“Eddie’s here, but you already knew that, probably.”

“Yeah I did.”

Both of you are silent for a few moments, the only sounds in the night being the sound of wind blowing through the trees, before Steve awkwardly coughs and tries to speak.

“So I uh… wanted to speak to you about… us.”

“Okay.” you respond, leaning against the door frame. Shit, what was he thinking? What was he even going to say?

“I wanted to say that I…. I miss you.” Steve starts off slowly.

You blink at him a couple of times, completely taken back. That was not at all what you expected him to say.

“You… miss me?” you repeat, dumbfounded.

“I do. Wholeheartedly. I was a fucking idiot for letting you go, (Y/n). That day we broke up, I should’ve camped outside of your house to tell you the whole story. I didn’t kiss that cheerleader because you weren't enough. No, it was the complete opposite. I was insecure and anxious and jealous because I knew I could never match up to you.”

His admission makes your expression soften, urging him to further explain himself.

“You’re this… brilliant, amazing, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her. And I was afraid of whether or not I could continue to keep you when you’d graduate soon after me and have all these options in front of you. I didn’t want people to think I was weak or that I needed Hawkins High to make me feel like someone so I didn’t tell anyone, including you. Yeah, that girl looked like Nancy, but I wasn't attracted to her for her looks. She just made me nostalgic of the times back when I was with her, in high school, and life just made more sense. And that was a mistake for me to not be honest with you about that. But no mistake could ever compare to me kissing another girl and hurting you. You didn’t ever deserve it and I am a complete asshole for that. I am so, so, so sorry.”

You’re silent for a few moments, and Steve’s heart thunders in anticipation.

“Thank you for the explanation. And the apology.” you respond sincerely. Steve then takes one step forward, which makes Eddie tense up from the back.

“And I miss you. I miss you so terribly. There isn’t a single damn place in this fucking town I can visit without thinking of you. I miss being able to call you mine, to hold your hand, to fall asleep with you on top of me. I… I really screwed up, babe.” Steve admits, and that makes Eddie spring into action - quickly pushing you behind him before staring down at Steve with a murderous look.

“Listen, Harrington. You said your apologies and she forgave you. Don’t overstep any boundaries."

The tension between the two men is only broken when you tug on Eddie’s shirt, silently telling him with your gaze that you were fine and that you could handle it. Appearing back in front of Steve, you don’t protest when Eddie’s arm wraps around your waist from the back, protectively keeping you close to him.

“Steve… I’m really grateful that you showed up to explain yourself and apologize. And that you’re opening up, which I know sometimes is a bit hard for you."

He nods. He knows what you're about to say next, but it doesn't hurt any less when you respond.

“But I don’t feel the same way. I’m with Eddie now and he makes me really happy. So if you really care about me, you’ll let that be. And maybe we can be friends or something, but… I can’t be your girlfriend.”

The admission hits him heavy, but he knows it’s the truth. You’re being more than kind to him right now and he knows he’s being unfair, pleading for your love whilst you’re already in a happy relationship.

“Harsh but fair. Classic (Y/n).” Steve replies, forcing himself to nod with a watery smile on his lips.

You return the smile as Steve sighs, shoving his hands inside of his jean pockets.

“Friends is fine with me. Robin’s been getting on my ass recently anyways because she hasn’t been able to watch bad horror movies with you for a while.” Steve jokes.

“Tell her I’d love to swing by Family Video any time.” you tease, punching him lightly in the shoulder. Steve chuckles lowly.

“I will.”

Steve then slips back into his car, watching you and Eddie disappear back into your house from the rearview mirror. The urge to drink is palpable and Steve decides to make a stop at a nearby gas station, buying a beer brand he’s never even heard of.

As he’s drinking the can, leaning against his car whilst staring at the night sky, he wonders if he’ll ever stop getting deja vu.

-> a/n: I'm sorry, Steve Harrington. I really did him dirty in this fic ik (i love him but I needed the story to flow a certain way, you know). Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know if you did by commenting/liking/reblogging, it lets me know that I should write more!

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

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The Most Metal Sandcastle

A/N: @oneforthemunny Alright admittedly, this one got away from me, but it had to be done the writing goblin demanded it!

⛱️- "wanna build a sandcastle?" - building a sandcastle on the beach with any Eddie. do it with the kids, on a honeymoon, on a solo vacation.

Janitor!Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Shortly after Olivia turned 2 you and Ollie had been in the kitchen when he asked about it, “Momma”, you hummed in response while you were slicing strawberries for his afternoon snack since Olivia was napping, “why haven’t we ever gone to the beach?” as you finished the last strawberry and put it in his favorite bowl you looked at him, surprised. Ollie had never mentioned the beach or expressed any interest in the possibility of it so you hadn’t put much thought into it; thinking he wasn’t interested. It hadn’t really occurred to you that he may have never gone, but the fact that it made sense which broke your heart.

“I guess dad and I never really thought about it lovebug, is that something you want to do?” you asked as you led him to the table so he could eat his berries and yogurt.

He often got bashful when asking for things that he wanted, still not entirely used to the fact that he could ask for things, but when his eyes lit up he exclaimed “YES!” it melted your heart. Knowing that he was getting more comfortable asking for things little by little. Then he launched into the reason he was so excited, “My friends told me all about their trip last weekend, they said it was so fun momma! They said they’d seen fishies that looked like stars; just like the ones daddy put up in my room!!”

You’re smiling so much your cheeks are starting to hurt, since summer was nearly over and you’d done all the things you’d planned; this was the perfect way to end it; a trip with your little family. “Okay lovebug, when daddy gets home I’ll talk to him and we’ll plan it.” he beamed at you then went back to his snack, you smiled, kissing his head as you made your way to Olivia as she had woken up and started cooing; undoubtedly ready to play with her big brother again. It made you so happy that they were so close, you were afraid that Ollie wouldn’t like having a younger sibling or wouldn’t see them as such since they weren’t biologically related. You were happily proven wrong, when Olivia started crawling and exploring, Ollie was right there helping her explore and teaching her things that he’d learned. As he finished his snack you brought Olivia to the living room for her to play, he happily jumped down, put his bowl in the sink, and ran over to his sister excitedly telling her all about the beach and your plans; which have yet to be hashed out, to her. His excitement was contagious as she got giddy just from his retelling to her.

You cleaned up what little there was to do in the kitchen while your babies played in the living room, as you finished your husband walks through the door, having come back from the Harington’s to help Steve with a handyman project.

“Daddy!!”, he shouted as both of them ran to tackle your lanky metalhead husband. Their combined giggles warming your heart.

“Hey guys! What are you up to?”

“We’re going to the beach!!” they shouted right in Eddie's face, well Ollie shouted while Olivia babbled slightly she’s still learning to use her words but she’s getting there, making him chuckle as he looks at you, raising an eyebrow. You give him a little nod smiling that says you’d tell him later, after his precious time with them before bed. Since he’d been helping Steve after work, he didn’t get that much time with them today so while you prepared dinner; you’d let them play.

After dinner, baths, and story time the kids were finally down for the night; exhausted from their excitement. “So what’s this about the beach?” Eddie slipped his arms around your waist as you finished putting the last of the leftovers in the fridge, you felt his smile as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder; making you lean into him as you shut the door.

“Well,” you started, turning in his arms to wrap yours around the back of his neck, giving him a soft peck on the lips, “Ollie asked why we hadn’t gone to the beach and he told me about his friends showing him pictures and telling him all about their adventures.” you paused, looking into his eyes, “He’s so excited so I figured since we’ve already done all our other plans, we could whip up an impromptu beach trip. What do you think?”

He hummed for a minute, thinking back to your first beach trip and how much fun the two of you had; it brought a smile to his face. “I think that’s a great idea sweetheart.” you beamed at him and kissed him again. “I can get off early one day and we can make an entire day out of it!”

The excitement bubbling up in him was so palpable that it made your heart soar, happy that you’d be able to do this with your little family.

You both decided to try and go during the week so it wouldn’t be too crowded, while Eddie was off at work one day, you’d set out to the store. You dropped the kids off at Steve’s so he could watch them for a few hours while you got the things for the trip ready. You wanted to surprise them with some new beach toys, new bathing suits, and new floaties. You’d been able to hide away your new purchases when you came to collect your troublemakers; something Steve liked to call them since they’ve got him wrapped around their fingers. He smiled as he answered the door.

You’d gotten them situated in the car which then gave you a few minutes to talk with Steve, “So they told me about your beach trip, they’re so excited it's so precious.” he said fondly, “So I was thinking”,

“Uh-oh.” you playfully interjected, earning you a playful shove.

“Why don’t you use our beach house? You’ll have privacy, your own little access to the beach, and they’ll get to have a great first experience.”

You looked at Steve with a dumbfounded expression, having not expected such a generous offer, “That would be amazing Steve, you have to let us give you something for let-”

He cut you off with a hand, “Nope, you’re family and I love you guys so you’re gonna use the beach house with no expectation for anything in return. Plus you both have watched my brood more than once at the drop of a hat, I think that’s payment enough.” he joked, which caused you to laugh. His kids were so sweet and well behaved, it honestly wasn’t ever an issue. It was an added bonus that your kids hit it off so well and became fast friends; they were inseparable. You pulled Steve into a hug and thanked him profusely and he’d given you the spare keys to his vacation home; something you kept as an added surprise for the kids, but were chomping at the bit to tell Eddie about.

After dinner and getting them down for bed, you’d told Eddie about Steve’s kind gesture which Eddie then called Steve to also thank him profusely. Your plans changed slightly, but you were so excited now that you’d be able to make a whole weekend out of this beach trip to make it so special for your little boy.

The day finally arrived, Eddie had gone in early that day to finish the todo list he’d gathered from the staff that were there so that he could have all of it done and they wouldn’t have to wait until he returned. He came home almost more excited than the kids. Luckily they were easy to get up and ready for the day and you’d gone through the day before and discreetly packed a bag for everyone so that the little getaway stayed a surprise for the kids. While they finished lunch, Eddie packed anything that was left to pack into the minivan; that he was soooo opposed to at first, arguing that his van was perfectly fine. Luckily, Wayne stepped in and talked some sense into the boy. “Son, I know your van is reliable and she’s been through a lot with you, but it ain’t got no seats for the kids!” sure he’d pouted at first, but it definitely grew on him.

You all piled into the van and started the hour and a half long drive to the beach. Since you had the whole weekend, you took your time; stopping at roadside attractions, taking silly pictures, and just in general making memories. The kids finally fell asleep about 30 minutes away from the beach house, the best case scenario so you can make sure they’re properly surprised by the large beach house Steve had lent you all.

Quietly and as gently as possible Eddie unloaded everything into the house without waking Ollie or Olivia. Finally, you were able to gently wake them up, stroking Ollie's hair as he stirred awake; he looked out the window and his eyes grew 2 sizes looking at the grand house.

“Where are we momma?”

“Uncle Steve let us use his vacation house so we can stay the whole weekend!” you excitedly told him as his whole face lit up and he squirmed excitedly to get out of his booster seat.

As he sees that Olivia has woken up too, he excitedly shouts to her, “Uncle Steve has a big house on the beach and we get to stay here this weekend!” laughing you let them out of the car and let Eddie usher them in, matching their excitement. You smile watching your family get pumped over being able to be in paradise for the weekend. While they’re doing that you load up the wagon with the things from the car so you don’t have to stop their exploration of the sizable house. When Eddie sees you bring it over the threshold he gives you a guilty smile, which you return with a megawatt smile silently letting him know it’s okay; you’d rather them start making memories than have to wait.

The kids exhausted themselves running around the house exploring while you and Eddie unpacked your belongings, as much as you wanted to at least, when they came to you winding down from their surprise and hungry you’d ordered pizza. After you ate dinner and got them ready for bed, when you were done tucking Olivia in and letting Eddie read to her, Ollie came up to you and tugged gently on your night shirt.

“Hey lovebug, you okay?” you asked slightly worried by the expression on his face.

He nodded bashfully and asked quietly, “Can we call Uncle Steve so I can say thank you?”

Your worries melted away and your heart warmed with the question; you found it so endearing that he wanted to make sure that Steve also knew how thankful they were, “Of course baby, but let’s call him in the morning so sissy can say thank you too okay?”

He smiled at you and took your hand as you walked to his room and tucked him in, giving him a kiss goodnight on the forehead and rubbing his back gently he drifted slowly to sleep. When you were sure he was asleep you got up trying not to make too much movement and went to the room you and Eddie would be sharing to see the sweetest sight. Your beautiful husband, in his sleep pants, sprawled on the bed already snoring lightly. “Seems like the kids aren’t the only ones that tuckered themselves out by exploring.” you thought fondly. You slipped into bed beside Eddie and wiggled into his hold, as he felt you he shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you snugly against his chest then you drifted to sleep with a soft smile on your face.

The sounds of feet running down the hall with excitement stirred you from your sleep, you knew exactly what was about to happen and decided to brace you and your sleeping metalhead. You gently put a few pillows over his crown jewels, anticipating both your overly excited children to launch themselves onto the bed; and launch themselves they did. You’d put the pillow there just in time as Olivia hit the mark; Eddie groaned but thankfully it wasn’t as bad as it would have been with absolutely no protection. He looked at you with gratitude before diving in and tickling both the kids. Happy squeals filled the room as they squirmed out of the bed and away from Eddie’s tickling, “Get back here, the tickle monster is still hungry!!” he shouted as he got up and chased after them. You laughed as you also got up and headed down to start breakfast.

After breakfast was eaten, you all got ready for the kids’ first ever visit to the beach. You were so beyond grateful to Steve that he let you guys use the house, the private access to the beach is going to make their first experience so incredible.

When all the sunscreen was applied, much to Eddie’s dismay, you stopped before you left asking the kids, “You wanna call Uncle Steve before we head out there?” they both excitedly nodded. When you got him on the phone they both excitedly chattered to him and thanked him. He laughed and told them that he was happy to be able to do it and that he hopes they have so much fun.

Once you hung up with Steve, you finally made it outside. The weather wasn’t as hot as you thought it would be, the view was beautiful as well and you couldn’t resist taking out one of the many, upon Eddie’s insistence, disposable cameras to snap a few pictures. While you were in the midst of getting those pictures you couldn’t help yourself and got a few candid ones of the kids and Eddie.

Ollie walked up to Eddie, who was in the process of filling one of the buckets with sand; you’d taken Olivia on a walk along the shore so she could pick up as many seashells as her little heart desired.

“What are you doing dad?” he’d asked, looking at him puzzled.

Eddie smiled and explained that he was making a sandcastle, “When grandpa Wayne brought me here shortly after I came to live with him, we made the biggest sandcastle ever!” he recounted fondly, as you and Olivia walked back over you smiled as he told Ollie and got him hyped up as they began to construct the “most metal sandcastle the Harrington beach manor will ever see!” as Eddie put it. Olivia meandered over to help and they accepted her help with excitement; you’d been off to the side taking so many pictures of your family’s smiling faces when an older couple stopped to view the construction fondly.

“How sweet, is this their first trip here?” the older of the two men asked, smiling at the excited giggles you could hear.

You returned his fond smile, “Yeah, our little boy was so excited so we wanted to make sure his first experience was amazing.”

The younger man spoke, “You know, we’re photographers. Would you want us to come and get some pictures of all of you? That way you have your entire family in there?”

“Oh I don’t think we’d be able to afford something like that, but I really appreciate the offer.” you smiled back, misunderstanding him.

He laughed lightly, “Honey no, we were offering to do it. We wouldn’t want you to miss out on having pictures with them.”

Your eyes sparkled, “Are you sure?”

They both shared a look and smiled nodding to you, “Why don’t you go have fun, give us whatever cameras you have and let us do what we do best.”

With that you were off, ready to offer your contributions to the ‘most metal sandcastle’. You filled Eddie in shortly so he wouldn’t be worried by random men taking pictures of your family. He smiled and waved excitedly to them as they laughed and waved back with just as much excitement. Turns out, those men happened to be Steve’s uncles who normally watch the beach house for him while they’re not using it; he’d told them about you all coming to stay so they wouldn’t think you were intruders and call the police. After they’d used at least 3 of the 5 or so disposable cameras you’d brought you’d offered them to join you and you spent the afternoon in a sandcastle building contest. You and Eddie on one team, Ollie and Olivia, after much insistence from Ollie, and Steve’s uncles on one as well. You all admittedly didn’t even try to make a good sandcastle becoming distracted by how sweet Ollie was showing his little sister how to make one. Safe to say they definitely won that contest; with that the uncles took a few last pictures, Ollie and Olivia in front of their sandcastle proudly presenting it, then Eddie joining them for one as well, and finally all of you in front of the ‘most metal sandcastle ever.’

Ollie and Olivia were adamant about making a card for Uncle Steve, which you of course helped with, when you got all the pictures that were taken you smiled fondly at the very last one; all of you in front of the sandcastle smiling so big it's a wonder your cheeks didn’t still hurt. Since you had more than one print of that picture, you’d had one framed and pasted one in the card for Steve.

There was a picture you never remembered being taken, but you suppose that made sense as your and Eddie’s backs were to the camera as you held one another and looked on at your beautiful kids having the time of their life, on the bottom of the polaroid a small note from Steve’s uncles that said ‘The Most Metal Beach Vacay Ever’ it brought a tear to your eye as you showed Eddie as you put it into a new photo album that you’d started affectionately named; Metal Memories, which had all your summer adventures in it.

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Roommates - E.N

(this takes place BEFORE he becomes the riddler. I wanted to write what I thought he would have been like before, so here ya go. metal head, introverted, smoker, emo Edward. lmao. also, I watched Little Miss Sunshine and fucking loved it, highly recommend. ALSO, i realize that it's very unrealistic for a small apartment to have two bedrooms EACH with their own bathrooms, but SHUT UP I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT THAT <3 so pls ignore that in this fic)

Summary: Edward Nashton: a quiet, reserved, heavy metal loving introvert. Y/n: a friendly, outgoing, hyper extrovert. Very different personalities. Though, opposites do attract.

Word Count: 10,797 (guys, what is happening to my fanfics, they are getting so long...is this a good thing?)

Content Warning: Smut, explicit language, hinting of r*pe, hinting of drugging a drink, knife, penetration, corruption kink, virgin!reader, daddy kink (brief), kind of stupid!Reader (that's mean to say but true), dom!Edward, Edward being a HUGE 'simp' for y/n, sub!Reader, praising, ed guides y/n through sex, gentle sex that turns rough later on, fingering, oral fem receiving, aftercare. (There might be grammar mistakes cuz I'm reading this over at 1:30 am, so please cut me some slack I have class in the morning lol. Hopefully the errors aren't too bad. If so, I'm sorry pookies <3 I promise the fic is still good!)

Songs For Inspo:

Kunst - KMFDM

Custer - Slipknot

Sweating Bullets - Megadeth (my FAVORITE metal band, Dave Mustaine ik ur like over 60 but we can figure something out, please u were so hot in the 80's and u still are plssssss...)

Bounce! - System Of A Down (love them sm)

Revenga - System Of A Down (one of my fav songs by them)

Freak On a Leash - Korn (yoNatooRADatEDotRAndat - John Davis in his songs)

Chop Chop Slide - Insane Clown Posse (edward would SO listen to them, not listening to any other opinions. also this song is so funny like its the cupid shuffle but violent.)

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

Eddie My Love - The Chordettes

Vacation Bible School - Ayesha Erotica

Daddy AF - Slayyyter (Edward is so daddy AF guys, i don't think u understand fr like i want this man to *censored*)

(picturing Edward Nashton as a metalhead is hot to me and I feel like it is EXTREMELY accurate for his character. Like, he's an introverted lunatic...he definitely loves metal. This is now a personal headcanon of mine.)

~Read Below Cut~

"Oh, you precious thing..." Edward cooed, reaching down and stroking her hair.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He chuckled, trailing his hand away from her hair and down to her chin. Gently, he pulled at y/n's bottom lip with his thumb. Y/n squeezed her thighs together.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked sweetly, a hint of desire lacing his tone.

Y/n whimpered, breathing heavily. She didn't even know how to respond to his question. It was so bold and blunt, something that he was able to be with ease. But y/n had a hard time with that, unable to get her thoughts out fully. She nodded, lips forming a pitiful pout as she looked up at him. Edward bent back down to her level, grabbing her leg gently and lifting it up. Slowly, he trailed kisses up her shin, over her knee, and up to the bottom of her thigh. Y/n shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, angel? I need to hear you say it."

"Y-Yes, Eddie, please..." She whined.

He smiled, looking up into her eyes as he planted another kiss on her knee. Edward's eyes were glazed with adoration and love, lust only a small part of the glint. He desired y/n, yes, that was a fact. But, he didn't want her in an animalistic way, no not at all. He so badly wanted to pop her cherry gently, showing her how much he loved her with his body. There was plenty of time for more rough and kinky acts in the future, but you didn't get another chance at your first time. And Edward wanted y/n's first time to be loving, caring, fun, meaningful, and passionate.

"I'll give it to you angel, I promise. I'm going to show you what sex is, what it means, and I'll show you how much I love you through it."

-3 months before-

Edward heard a knock at the door just barely through the music he had playing. Groaning, he got up from his desk in his bedroom, walking out into the living room. His hair was a mess, black streaks scattered throughout his hair due to a crappy dye job he did. A lit cigarette hung from in between his lips as he opened the door. Grabbing the cig, he held it between his pointer and middle finger. Before him was a young girl, maybe a year younger than him, with a bunch of boxes and a single suitcase. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hi! I'm your new roommate! Y/n L/n! We talked over the phone, remember!?" She exclaimed, reaching out and shaking his hand rapidly.

Edward instantly grimaced.

"Oh, how could I forget..." He mumbled.

"These are all my things, is it ok if I come in?" She asked politely, a bright smile on her face.

"Um, yeah. Do you want help carrying your stuff in?" He begrudgingly asked, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray near the door.

"Oh, that would be so nice! Thank you!" Y/n beamed.

Edward started to bring in some boxes, moving them to the spare bedroom. Y/n grabbed a box as well, looking around the apartment. She didn't like that he smoked inside, but she felt better when she noticed he had a window open. She really appreciated that. With a bounce in her step, y/n brought back boxes to her new room. The metal music that Edward was listening to was still playing in the back, fairly loudly.

"You have the same music taste as my dad!" She commented, smiling.

Edward froze in place, box in hand as he looked at her. His face was blank, only a look of confusion in his eyes. Y/n felt herself blush and quickly got back to moving things to her room. Edward rolled his eyes as he placed the last box on her bed. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the contents scattered all over the floor.

"You've got a lot of clothes..." He stated.

"They aren't all clothes!" She laughed, finding it amusing that he thought that.

"Then what the hell do you have in these boxes?" He asked, regretting it instantly, because he truthfully did not care.

Y/n looked around for something to open up a cardboard box with. She looked at the desk in her room, smiling when she saw a pencil. Grabbing it, she stabbed it through the tape and Edward flinched, taking a step back. Y/n ripped the tape away with help from the hole she punched in it. She picked it up and angled it slightly so Edward could see the contents. He opened it up, looking inside and raising an eyebrow, glancing back up at y/n. Pulling out a picture, he looked at it and laughed.

"A bunch of cartoon horses?" He asked.

"It's the Mane 6 from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, thank you very much!" She huffed.

"Alright then, well I'm going to leave. Have fun unpacking the things you stole from an 8 year old." He commented before leaving her room.

"That's so rude!"

The two of them instantly recognized how different their personalities were. It was a little jarring at first, living with someone who was the complete opposite of them. But, Edward tried to keep to himself a lot. However, y/n found herself becoming more and more interest in Edward. She definitely had a type...

Tall.

Metalhead.

Slightly scary/intimidating.

Looks a little bit homeless.

He checked off all the requirements on y/n's list....

-2 weeks after moving in-

Y/n's room was fully decorated and furnished. The bed that was already in the room now had pink and white bedsheets with lace on the ends. A bunch of fairly lights were strung about the room and she had all her posters hung up. Shelves were lined with stuffed animals, figurines, and candles. Y/n's room smelled like fruit punch and flowers, if that made any sense. Her room was so cozy and homey, just how she wanted it. Though, most people would say it was too cheery and bubbly for a bedroom. And, those people were dead wrong in y/n's opinion. Y/n was currently listening to music and dancing in her room on top of the fluffy pastel pink rug she had. She was wearing a pair of black leggings that flared at the bottom and a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top. Underneath that she was wearing a white lacy bra. Edward was at work today, so she wasn't worried about the music being too loud.

"Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me..." She giggled to the lyrics, spinning out of her room.

The white socks she wore caused her to slid across the tiled floor of the kitchen. She swayed her hips back and forth, dancing to the fairly erotic song that was playing. Opening the pantry door, she grabbed a box of cheez-its. Y/n took a bowl from one of the cabinets and poured some of the crackers in. She put the box away and started to snack on the cheez-its. The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the loud music. Y/n was dancing away, oblivious to the fact that Edward was watching her dance as he put away his keys and coat.

'Well, it's fine because I'm a whore'

'And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs'

Y/n was still swaying her hips around, jumping up and down slightly. Edward chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets, one of which had a chain dangling next to it. Y/n turned around eyes closed as she sang the lyrics, opening slightly at the end.

"Vacation Bible Schoooo..." She froze, hands in the air.

"Hey." He said, eyes heavy and tired.

The music continued playing in the background, causing Edward to smile slightly. Y/n let her hands fall to her sides, a blush on her face. She cleared her throat, grabbing a cheez-it.

"Hello Edward, nice day outside, right?" She asked, placing the cheez-it in her mouth.

"Yeah, really good day to listen to bimbo music in my kitchen." He commented.

"Shut up."

The two roommates had grown tolerable of the other after some time. Y/n was still absolutely obsessed with Edward, finding his mysterious and intimidating nature addicting. Every time he was near her or talked to her, she felt her stomach do backflips. And, Edward was no idiot. He knew how she felt. He was a genius, for sure, but it didn't take a genius to know how y/n felt about him. He didn't want to act on it just yet, even though he felt himself getting feelings for her as well. But, he did enjoy purposefully teasing her. It was a fun little game for him.

-1 month after moving in-

It was around 10 in the morning and y/n sat on the couch, bundled up in blankets. She was as snug as a bug in a rug. It was her day off from work, and she didn't really have much planned. Because of this, she decided that she would watch a bunch of Pixar movies, starting with Cars. Cars was one of those movies that y/n could watch over and over and never get tired of.

"Where is it...?" Edward mumbled.

Y/n realized that she forgot to tell Edward that she had the day off. It aligned well with his work schedule, as he didn't work today either. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to watch Pixar movies with her. Though, she figured that he would say no, in classic Edward fashion. Y/n looked to her right, ready to ask Edward, but her face flushed instantly. Edward stood in the living room, looking around with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was completely naked, other than the towel of course. His hair was slightly dry, though still damp in most places. Y/n couldn't see his eyes that well because his hair hung in his face, covering most of his face up. Edward looked up, not really reacting when he saw y/n.

"Oh, hey y/n. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He asked, hand gripping his towel.

"U-Um, today is m-my day off. I meant t-to tell you, but I fo-forgot..." She stuttered.

Edward took in her flustered appearance, knowing the affect he had over her. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, getting it out of his face. Y/n watched with her eyes wide as he continued to walk around the living room.

"Have you seen my shirt? The uh...the...oh the Slayer shirt." He asked.

Edward looked towards y/n, mouth forming an 'o' as he saw the shirt resting on the top of the couch behind her. He walked over, leaning down slowly, making sure to get as close to y/n as possible. Based on how stiff she became, Edward could tell that he was definitely doing a good job at teasing her.

"Here it is. Oh, are you watching Cars? That's a good move. Mind if I watch it with you?" He asked, voice coarse from smoking a cigarette earlier.

"Oh, u-um, sure yeah. I was g-gonna ask you that actually." She mumbled.

"Alright, well I'm going to get changed. I'll be back."

Over the next few months, y/n and Edward's attraction to each other grew stronger. Y/n would follow Edward around like a dog after it's owner, and it was extremely apparent to him. One night, y/n decided she would go out to a party with her friends from work. Not wanting to be alone, even though she knew most of the people, she invites Edward.

-2 months after moving in-

Y/n knocked on Edward's bedroom door, a System Of A Down song playing loudly on his speakers. Shuffling was heard from behind the door, and then the music was turned down, but not too much. The door swung open to reveal Edward, who leaned against the doorframe. He had a very slightly cropped black tank top on with the skull from Megadeth on it, a few small holes ripped in it. His jeans were washed out and a chain dangled from one of his pockets. Y/n could see his happy trail above his belt, and she felt her breath hitch. Edward pushed his glasses up, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Oh, um...I'm going to a a work friend's party tonight. Just a few drinks and music, stuff like that. I was wondering if you uh, if you might wanna go with me?" She asked, fidgeting with her hands as she looked at the floor.

Edward smirked, noticing how shy y/n was at the moment. It was clear that she desperately wanted him to go with her. He usually didn't like parties, but he couldn't say no to her face. Not when she looked so small in front of him, so needy for his presence at all times. It fed his ego for sure, but it was also nice to be wanted.

"Is there a dress code or some shit?" He asked.

"N-No, I don't think so? If there is then she never mentioned it."

"Ok, then this is what I'm wearing." He said.

"So, does that mean you're coming?" Y/n asked, excitement lacing her voice.

"Sure. I don't have any other plans."

"Yay! I'm going to go get ready right now! We need to leave in 30 minutes!" Y/n squealed, running to her room.

Edward watched her, closing the door to his bedroom a few seconds after. He turned the music off, knowing that they would be leaving soon. Opening his closet, he looked for a jacket to wear over his tank top. Grunting, he grabbed the first one he saw, which was denim. He had patches sewn on it, each from different bands he listened to. He also sewed a bunch of green question marks into it. Shrugging, he slid the jacket on and grabbed a pack of smokes from off his nightstand. His lighter was already in his pocket, so he grabbed his pocket knife and put it in his back pocket. You could never be too safe in Gotham. Even he knew that. As he walked out of his bedroom and closed the door behind him, he wondered about what he just agreed to. If y/n's friends were anything like her, then he would have a headache within the first 5 minutes. Sighing, he grabbed his wallet from off of the table next to the front door and put it in his other front pocket. He could hear music from y/n's room as the shower cut off. A couple seconds later he could hear the hairdryer. Y/n usually liked to take her time getting ready, but if there was a time limit then she could get ready extremely fast. She always liked to be early to everything, which was a good thing. Edward was the same way.

"Can't even drink while I'm there..." He mumbled, realizing that should be prepared to be the designated driver.

After about 10 minutes, y/n came out of her bedroom. She had on a lacy spaghetti strap tank top, it was a soft purple in color. Her pants were ripped denim shorts, which was a good choice since it was summer in Gotham. Y/n's hair was let down, wavy in some places and curly in others, chaotic but cute, just like her. Underneath her hair was a white ribbon that tied into a quaint bow on the top of her head, off-centered on purpose so it wasn't so symmetrical. Blush adorned her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her eyelashes were accentuated with mascara, a glittery eyeshadow with no color covered her eyelids. Y/n's lips were plumped up with a shiny pink lip-gloss. Edward felt heat rush to his face, and he quickly looked away.

"Ok! I'm done! Just gotta get shoes on!" Y/n cheered, rushing to the door.

Edward stood up, watching her as she bent over and slid on light blue converse. The shoes had tiny gems on the edges, and stickers on the top of it. He remembered when she customized them. He walked in the living room one night to see her hunched over them, it was really amusing. Clearing his throat, he slid his combat boots on. Y/n grabbed her purse and Edward grabbed his car keys.

"You're gonna have to tell me the directions." He said.

"Oh, are you driving?"

"I was hoping we could take my car."

"Aw, but I wanna take my car..." Y/n pouted.

He grunted, closing his eyes shut. Mumbling under his breath he pinched the bridge of his nose. Edward let out a sigh and placed his keys back on the table.

"Ffffine."

"Yay!"

Edward was slumped in the passenger seat of y/n's soft pink mini cooper. The interior was light brown leather, and it smelled just like her room, like fruit punch. Tiny little stuffed animals, beanie babies, and squishmallows were in her backseat. One beanie baby, which was a unicorn, was in the corner of her dashboard, in front of Edward. Y/n giggled, turning into the driveway of her friends house. She got out of the car quickly, shutting the door behind her. Edward got out too, hitting his head on the roof of the inside of the car. Wincing, he cursed under his breath. Once he was out he closed the door, hearing y/n lock the door shortly after.

"Your car makes me stick out like a sore thumb." He said.

"Yep! I know! Now, let's go!" Y/n said, skipping to the front door.

Edward shoved his hands in his pockets, following y/n slowly. The only reason he agreed to coming was to make sure y/n was safe. He hated going to parties, and he didn't even know the people, so it was even worse. But, it's hard to say no when y/n gives him puppy dog eyes. Stepping up on the front porch, y/n knocked rapidly on the door, ringing the doorbell twice after. Edward chuckled softly, standing behind her. When the door opened, y/n was practically bouncing in place.

"Oh, y/n! Hey! I was worried you weren't coming!" Her friend said.

"Sorry, Emily, we got stuck in traffic." Y/n said, gesturing to Edward.

Emily looked behind y/n, looking Edward up and down. He looked ominous towering over behind y/n. His eyes were tired and he smelled like leather and pine.

"Oh, you'll have to introduce everyone to him. Me included. But, please, come in! It's really hot outside. We've got AC in here." Emily said, moving aside so they could walk in.

"Thanks Emmy!" Y/n walked inside, Edward following close behind.

With how close Edward was following y/n, you'd think that he'd be scared to leave her side. But, he wasn't. Not even close. He didn't look like a lost puppy, he looked like a rabid attack dog that would maul someone if they breathed a little too hard. He was like a bodyguard following y/n around. Everyone looked towards y/n, smiling when they saw her. At work, y/n was considered the nicest and friendliest person. But, that also led to people taking advantage of her. Asking her to cover shifts, stay late, and even do other peoples jobs. Edward knew about all of this, because y/n would tell him about it. It was sad that she didn't realize it was manipulation. This was partially another reason that Edward came: to make sure that y/n wasn't coerced into doing something for someone. He didn't want to see her come home 3 hours past when her shift ended for the 3rd time this week.

"Hey girl! Oh, who's Mr. Tall, scary, and hostile?" A girl asked.

Edward looked at her, his face emotionless and dull. The girl looked away quickly, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. Y/n smiled as everyone gathered around, it wasn't that many people, maybe 10 people. That was without including her and Edward. Emily was there as well. Placing her hands on Edward's shoulder, y/n shook him lightly, not getting a reaction from him. A few people chuckled, causing Edward to grunt lightly.

"This is my roommate, Edward! I'd be living on the streets without him!"

"Oh, THAT Edward! Y/n talks about you all the time at work!" One guy said, taking a sip of his drink.

Edward smirked slightly, letting it fall as quickly as it appeared. Y/n awkwardly laughed, brushing the comment off.

"Uh, where's the drinks at? I'm parched!" She asked.

"In the kitchen, and outside we have music playing, we have a pool too. Though, I forgot to mention that to everyone. So, only go for a swim if you're ok with not having a change of clothes." Emily laughed.

"I already know someone is going to get so drunk they jump in. And, it won't be me. Maybe." Y/n smiled.

Emily turned to Edward.

"Do you want a drink, Edward?" She asked.

"I'll take a Coke." Was all he said.

"I'll get it for ya!" Y/n smiled, going to the kitchen.

Some people in the house made their way outside, other's sat on the couch in the living room and talked. Edward leaned against the wall that connected to the banister of the staircase. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched y/n in the kitchen, ignoring basically everyone around him.

"So, what's it like living with y/n?" Emily asked.

Edward raised an eyebrow, breaking eye contact with y/n to look at the fairly tall woman. He shrugged, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.

"It was jarring at first, she's pretty hyper. But, I'm getting used to it." He replied simply.

"Well, Adam was right earlier. She does talk about you a lot. Don't tell her I said that though." She laughed.

"Uh huh." He mumbled.

Emily took this as a sign to walk away, which Edward greatly appreciated. He was not one for socializing. Hence, why he doesn't like parties. Shortly after, y/n came back from the kitchen. She gave Edward a can of Coke, and took a sip of the drink she got.

"What did you get?" He asked.

"Margarita. Well, a poorly made one. But, a margarita nonetheless." She replied, giggling.

"Alright."

"You wanna go outside?" Y/n asked.

"Sure, I need a smoke anyways." He grunted.

The two of them walked outside, Edward glaring at some of her coworkers as they did so. His glasses caught the reflection of the moon, and he leaned against the outside of the house. Placing his coke down on the porch banister, he pulled out a cigarette. With it between his lips, he lit the end of it and took a drag. He blew smoke to his left, making sure it was going away from the backdoor, not wanting to get smoke inside the host's house. Watching y/n, he noticed her talking to a few people, coworkers no doubt. The sound of crickets and frogs in the summer night comforted Edward and made him feel relaxed. Taking another drag, he blew it to his side again. Y/n had already drank her entire margarita. She came back to the patio and looked at Edward, pointing at her drink.

"Gonna get another!" She said.

He nodded curtly, confused as to why she told him. He wasn't in charge of her. She could do what she wanted. He took another puff from his cigarette. The two guys that y/n was talking to approached him. He raised an eyebrow, looking up at them from his hunched over posture.

"Yeah?" He asked, voice hoarse.

"You're y/n's roommate?" One guy asked.

"Last time I checked." He answered.

"Can you do us a solid?" The other one asked.

Edward didn't answer, only looked at them. The guy on the left elbowed the guy on the right softly, chuckling. Ed took another drag from his cigarette.

"Is she a good fuck?" One of them asked.

"Yeah, she seems like she'd open her legs for a good price." The other commented.

Edward's eyes narrowed as he finished his drag, blowing the smoke directly at them. He mumbled under his breath, something about how gross they were. The two men coughed, trying to wave away the smoke. Edward straightened his posture, fixing his glasses that were slightly crooked.

"What the fuck, man?" One guy asked.

"That was a dick move!" The other said.

Edward put his cigarette out on the bottom of his boots. He glanced to his left and saw an ashtray on the banister. He dropped the cigarette in there. Noticing he had a few ashes on the tips of his fingers, he brushed them off on the shirts of the two guys.

"Mhm." He grunted, walking away from them and going inside.

Edward didn't bother saying anything to the two men, it would be a waste of his breath. But, he did know that he didn't want y/n to be anywhere near those cretins. He went to the kitchen, seeing y/n pour herself another margarita. Walking up to her, Edward tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, take a huge gulp of her drink, smiling wide at him after.

"Hi Eddie!" She giggled.

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Well...th-this is my 4th one..." She hiccupped.

"I see. Well, I think it's getting late. We should head back home." He said.

Just as he said that, one of y/n's coworkers walked up to the kitchen counter. She leaned over, propping her elbows up and letting her cleavage show. Edward looked at her and rolled his eyes, looking back at y/n.

"Hey girly~ tell me about your friend here. He seems interesting." She winked at him.

"Oh! W-Well-"

"I'm not interested." He replied curtly.

The girl scoffed, standing up. She mumbled under her breath.

'Prick.'

Edward looked back at y/n, seeing that she was absolutely wasted. He sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The two men from early walked in and Edward glared at them. Leading y/n to the living room, he whispered down in her ear discreetly.

"We need to leave, ok? I'll tell you why when we get in your car."

She nodded, unsure of why Edward wanted to leave so bad. But, after living with him for a little over 2 months, she trusted him. Y/n glanced over her shoulder and saw two guys staring at her. She looked back at Edward and he nodded subtly. Y/n took this as a signal to say bye to her coworkers.

"H-Hey guysss, it's g-getting late. I think weee're gonna go hooome." She said, smiling drunkenly.

"Aw, already? It's only been an hour since you got here! Stay longer, you're always the life of the party!" One girl with a braid said.

Edward squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, knowing how easily she was influenced by her coworkers. She fidgeted with the hem of her tank top, drinking the rest of her margarita. She shook her head.

"N-No, sorry..."

"Ok, well, before you leave, do you think you can cover a shift for me this weekend? I know you don't work weekends, but I have a concert to go to and I really don't want to miss it." A guy said.

"Well, I-I sup-pose..."

Y/n looked up at Edward, seeing that he was watching the two guys in the kitchen. They were eyeing up y/n, and y/n finally noticed that. She shook her head.

"No, I can't. We-We're leaving nowww, bye everyone." She slurred.

Before anyone could say anything, Edward made sure y/n had her purse on her and they left the living room. He guided her to the front door, watching the two guys as he opened up the door for her. He quickly followed her, closing the door and helping her go down the steps. Edward opened up the passenger door for her, making sure she buckled herself in. He groaned before getting in the driver seat of the pastel pink mini cooper. He felt like a giant in the vehicle.

"Who were those two guys?" He asked, buckling up and backing out of the driveway.

"J-Josh and Aaron..." She stuttered.

"Don't ever talk to them at work. Don't ever accept anything from them and do your best to not work a shift alone with them." He demanded, his tone serious and instructive.

Y/n nodded.

"W-Why?" She asked.

Edward sighed, gripping the steering wheel as he put the blinker on. He turned left and glanced quickly at y/n.

"They asked me a very disgusting question about you. And then they made a gross comment on you." He said.

"Like w-what?" She asked.

Edward scoffed, stopping at a red light.

"Well, one of them asked me if you were a good fuck. And then the other one said that you seemed like you'd open your legs up for a good price." He said through gritted teeth.

Y/n went quiet, giggling drunkenly. Edward didn't understand why she found it amusing. But, he assumed that she was just drunk and laughing it off. Deep down, it probably made her very uncomfortable.

"I've n-never even fucked anyone bef-fore." She hiccupped.

Edward found this comment surprising. He figured a beautiful girl like her would have had plenty of sexual encounters. But, here he was, being proved wrong. Still, he shrugged and turned onto their block.

"Don't let them know that. Knowing how creepy they are, they'll probably find a way to twist that and sexualize you in ways no one ever should. They seem like the kind of people to fantasize about...taking advantage of you..." He said, shuddering at the thought, the words feeling like poison on his tongue.

Y/n mumbled to herself, staring out the window. Edward sighed, pulling into the parking garage of their apartment building. Parking the car, he got out and closed his door. Walking around the car, he opened up y/n's door and helped her get out. She groaned, the salt from the rim of her margarita cup stuck to the corners of her lips. Edward huffed, letting y/n hold onto his arm for stability. She was absolutely hammered. It was clear that she could not hold her drink well. Locking the car, Edward put the keys in his pocket and helped y/n up the stairs. When they reached their apartment, Edward unlocked the door and opened it up. Y/n went straight for the bathroom and Edward heard her gag over the toilet. Sliding off his boots, he hung his denim jacket up and picked up y/n's shoes that she removed when running to the bathroom. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a sticky note from off the counter and picked up the pen next to it. Scribbling something down, he slapped the note onto the door of the fridge.

'Josh/Aaron=shit'

He grinned, proud of the little reminder he posted up. When the two of them needed to remember something, or communicate with the other, they would leave post-it notes on the fridge. It was usually used to let the other know if there was no milk left, or if a certain food was theirs. But, this worked good too. Edward walked to the bathroom, knocking on the door. Y/n didn't respond, but he heard a flush. The faucet of the sink ran for a little while, and then the door opened up. Y/n's mascara ran down her face slightly.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah...just wanna go to bed..." She mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.

Edward watched as she went to her bedroom, about to turn around to go to his own. Her meek voice caused him to stop, looking back towards her.

"Th-thank you for getting me out of there. I d-don't know why I hang out with those people..." She sniffled.

"Don't thank me, y/n. That's the whole reason I went."

"What reason?"

Edward grinned, pulling out the pocket knife he had in his back pocket. Y/n's eyes widened slightly and she blushed subtly. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight.

"To make sure you were safe."

After that incident, y/n felt safer with Edward than she had ever felt with anyone else in her life. Her fascination with Edward turned into full love. Edward felt love towards y/n as well, feeling the urge to protect her at all times. What started off as two roommates finding each other annoying, had evolved into love and adoration. One night, Edward notices how shy y/n is around him. She tells him that she has feelings for him, and he listens to every word of it.

-3 months after moving in-

Y/n sighed, a pen and paper on her desk as she sketched away. She couldn't get his eyes out of her head. His dark, tired, mysterious eyes that hid behind his messy bangs. She giggled as she remembered seeing him in only a towel, recalling how it made her stomach do backflips. A knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts, causing her to turn down the music that played from her speaker. It was her playlist she listened to when she was in a really happy mood, so basically, it was music that Edward wouldn't listen to. She looked in the mirror, making sure her hair was cute. She was wearing a peachy color oversized t-shirt that she got from a thrift store. It ended just in the middle of her thighs, hiding the cream colored panties she was wearing. Opening the door, she looked up at Edward who stood before her. A dark olive green tank top covered his chest, his arms on display, and a pair of flannel pants hid his legs away. The black socks he wore contrasted heavily against her pink ones.

"Hey, Eddie. D-Do you need something? Is my music too loud?" She asked, feeling sheepish.

"Huh? Oh, no it's not. Uh, I was wondering if you had anything to eat yet? I haven't had something to eat, so I figured I'd just order some pizza or some shit." He said, stretching his arms upwards, revealing his happy trail.

Y/n's eyes trailed down slightly, but quickly flicked back up to his own. She shook her head, clearing her throat. Edward tilted his head to the side slightly.

"Uh, no. I haven't had anything to eat yet. P-Pizza sounds good." She stuttered, trying to hide the notebook that she was drawing by blocking it from his vision.

Edward noticed how awkward she was being, and decided to make it worse, just for fun. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked in y/n's room. Sitting down on her bed, he was careful not to sit on any stuffed animals. Last time he did that she nearly ripped his face off. Y/n shyly sat back at her desk, trying to ignore the fact that he was ordering food in her room. However, she took advantage of this and took occasional glances at his eyes, using them as references to get a more accurate drawing of his eyes. Edward watched as she scribbled away, placing the order over the phone. Once it was placed, he hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. Getting up from the bed, he walked over and looked over y/n's shoulder.

"They said it'll be at least 15 minutes." He briefly explained.

Y/n flinched when she realized he was behind her. Frozen in place, she watched in terror as Edward picked up the notebook, looking at the sketches of his eyes. He chuckled, placing the notebook back down.

"Those are pretty good, you really captured how tired I look all the time." He said, being serious about his compliment.

"Th-Thank you..." She stuttered.

Her heart felt like it was about to burst with him standing behind her. Slowly, she turned around in the chair and stood up. Edward watched as she walked to her bed, picking up a hello kitty plush and fidgeting with it. She looked nervous, and Edward had a good idea as to why. Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, watching as Edward leaned against the wall that was directly in front of her.

"Um, E-Edward?" She asked.

"Uh huh?"

"There's something I need to tell you..."

He nodded, grabbing y/n's chair from her desk. Pulling it towards him, he sat in it, getting close to her. She felt her heart race, the moment feeling intimate with him being in front of her. Letting out a shaky breath, y/n fidgeted with the plush in her lap.

"W-When I first moved in with you...I was really skeptical..." She started.

He listened intently, spreading his legs slightly as he leaned back into the chair. Y/n swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry. His presence was enough to make y/n feel anxious.

"But, I c-couldn't help but notice that I had f-feelings...for you..." She mumbled.

"Oh really?" He asked, not surprised at all.

"Y-Yeah...I think I...I think I love you...Edward..."

He nodded, his glasses glinting from the fairy lights that were hung in y/n's room. She anxiously awaited his response. Her eyes stayed on him as he stood up, pushing the chair back to where he got it from. Taking a few steps, he stood directly in front of y/n. Sighing, he knelt down, looking up at her as he gently held her hands in his.

"I know you love me, y/n. I've known for a while. I've felt the same." He said, rubbing over her knuckles with his thumbs.

Y/n's eyes widened and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. She was stunned by his gentle demeanor, not used to it. He was usually gruff and blunt. Sure, he could be nice and caring every now and then, but this time he was being vulnerable.

"You mean..."

"Yes, y/n. I love you, too." He reassured, kissing her hand.

Y/n gasped softly, unable to comprehend what was happening before her. She watched as he reached his hand up slowly, cupping the side of her face in his palm. He hummed to himself, the music that played softly in the background providing a nice ambience, even if it was y/n's hyperpop music.

"I don't know how else to ask you, y/n, so I'll just say it." He said, sitting up, meeting her eye line.

"Will you be my girlfriend? I probably made that sound like we're in middle school, but whatever." He chuckled.

Y/n nodded frantically.

Edward smiled, looking down at her lips. Brushing his thumb over them, he sighed. Y/n looked at his as well, wondering how they would feel against hers.

"May I kiss you?" He asked.

"Yes, please."

Leaning in, he tilted his head slightly. His lips met with y/n's in a soft embrace. His hand held the sides of her face gently as y/n's slithered around his neck. She sighed in delight as he pulled away, completely enamored with his entire being.

"You're so heavenly, y/n. My angel on earth." He cooed, dimples showing as he smiled.

"Oh, Edward..." Y/n giggled.

"Why don't you and I go watch a movie while we wait for the pizza, hm?" He asked.

"That sounds good. What movie?" Y/n asked, grabbing Edward's hand as he helped her up.

Y/n tossed the hello kitty plush back on the bed. Turning off the music that was playing, she followed her boyfriend out of the room. Edward thought for a moment, running a hand through his hair. As they walked, y/n caught whiff of his scent and nearly melted. She hated the smell of smoke, but when it came from Edward mixed with pine, leather, and green tea, she couldn't resist.

"Let's watch a horror movie, is that ok with you?"

Y/n nodded.

"I love horror movies, I had a huge crush on Stu Macher for a long time. Still kinda do..."

"Oh, you're one of those girls." He winked.

Y/n blushed, sticking her tongue out at him. The two of them sat down on the couch, the only light in the room coming from the fairy lights that y/n convinced Edward to hang on the wall behind the T.V. Y/n snuggled against his chest, feeling him sigh under her touch. He rested his hand on her thigh as he wrapped his around around her. Y/n watched as Edward put on Friday The 13th. As the movie played, y/n giggled, the feeling vibrating through Edward's chest.

"What's so funny, squirt?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just can't believe we're dating now. I'm just super happy!"

"I'm happy too, angel." He cooed, kissing the top of her head.

A knock on the door made them both look away from the T.V. Edward got up, letting y/n stay on the couch. He smiled as he saw her watching the movie from the corner of his eye as he opened the door. Flipping through his wallet, he pulled out 15 dollars, 10 dollars for the pizza and 5 as a tip. He always tipped people who worked in customer service. Edward was a really friendly person, but he looked like he could rip your throat out. So, the pizza delivery guy was quick to leave. He looked at y/n and faked a surprised face as he showed her the pizza, y/n giggled and got up from the couch. Edward placed the box on the kitchen table.

"Go ahead and start eating, I'm gonna get some water. Do you want some?" He asked.

"Oh, yes please!"

Edward poured two glasses of water, bringing them back to the table and placing them down. He looked at the T.V and chuckled, looking at y/n as she took a bite of pizza.

"Honestly, if I was a killer and I saw a naked woman in the woods, I'd run away. Do you know how awkward that would be? Like, 'Hey, I know you're basically naked but I kinda wanna kill you...so...you ok with that?' Like, how do you handle that?" He asked.

"Yeah, you're right! That's so weird. I don't care who you are, if you see a naked person in the woods, you're gonna be a little thrown off." She agreed.

The two of them continued to watch the movie, eating their pizza as they did so. Edward stole occasional glances at y/n, smiling every time she laughed or reacted to the movie. Every thing she did made his heart swell. Once he finished eating and y/n finished eating, Edward cleaned up their mess, even though y/n offered to do it. The movie came to an end as Edward finished cleaning up, and y/n gave him a kiss on the cheek. He repeated the gesture, saying good night before he walked to his room. Y/n grabbed his hand, frowning as she looked at him. He chuckled and tilted his head to the side.

"What's wrong, angel?"

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To bed...?"

"Well, um, can you sleep with me tonight?" She mumbled sheepishly.

Edward smirked, nodding as he embraced her in a hug. Y/n smiled and pulled away, running to her room quickly. Humming to himself, Edward turned off all the lights that were still on, turning the T.V off as well. He did a double check of all the windows of the apartment and the front door, making sure they were closed and locked up.

"Eddie, come on! I moved my stuffed animals for you!" She called.

"I'm coming angel, just double checking things." He said, walking to y/n's room.

Stepping inside, he saw that y/n moved all of the stuffed animals on the bed to the corner of her room, all in a pile. However, she did leave a worn out rabbit on the bed, something from her childhood. Edward had to admit, her bed looked extremely cozy with all the fluffy blankets and plump pillows she had. Y/n went into her bathroom, brushing her teeth. Edward forgot about that, and quickly went to his bathroom to do the same. Once he came back, he saw that y/n laid flat across the bed, head hanging off the other side. She was stretching her back out in a comical way. Smirking to himself, Edward crouched down and attacked her thighs with kisses. Y/n shrieked and shot up instantly. Edward looked up at her from his position on the ground, watching her face turn red. The subtle muscles in his arms were flexed from how his arms were propped up. Y/n couldn't help but stare at them, squeezing her thighs together at the sight. Edward noticed and raised an eyebrow, finding the movement to be curious. Testing it, he pushed himself up with his hands, making sure to flex his arms as he did so, and lo and behold, y/n couldn't look away. Chuckling, Edward looked down at her thighs and hummed at how gently she rubbed them together.

"What are you doing there, hun?" He asked.

Y/n looked away, blushing. Firmly, yet softly, Edward moved her chin to force her to look at him. His eyes were soft as he looked into hers, seeing how nervous she was.

"You just...you make me feel hot. And I get..." She trailed.

Edward placed his hands on her thighs, looking up at her for approval. She nodded, breath hitching as he spread her legs slightly. His expression was understanding, knowing that y/n never did anything sexual with someone before. He wasn't sure if she had done anything to herself, she obviously knew about being turned on, so most likely she has.

"...wet?" He finished smoothly.

Y/n nodded, face beet red as she watched him massage her thighs. He planted a kiss on her inner thigh, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin. Edward could feel her shiver under his touch and it drove him wild. Standing up slowly, he looked down at her. Her little bambi eyes gazed up in his baggy eyes. He brought his hand down and stroked her hair.

"You make me so...hot and bothered, Eddie. I just...please..." She sighed desperately.

"Oh, you precious thing..." Edward cooed, reaching down and stroking her hair.

Y/n's eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape. He chuckled, trailing his hand away from her hair and down to her chin. Gently, he pulled at y/n's bottom lip with his thumb. Y/n squeezed her thighs together once again.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked sweetly, a hint of desire lacing his tone.

Y/n whimpered, breathing heavily. She didn't even know how to respond to his question. It was so bold and blunt, something that he was able to be with ease. But y/n had a hard time with that, unable to get her thoughts out fully. She nodded, lips forming a pitiful pout. Edward bent back down to her level, grabbing her leg gently and lifting it up. Slowly, he trailed kisses up her shin, over her knee, and up to the bottom of her thigh. Y/n shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, angel? I need to hear you say it."

"Y-Yes, Eddie, please..." She whined.

"I'll give it to you angel, I promise. I'm going to show you what sex is, what it means, and I'll show you how much I love you through it."

Y/n breathed heavily, watching as he stood back up. Glancing out of y/ns room, he looked back at her.

"I need to get something, hun. I'll be right back." He said.

Y/n watched as he left the room, hearing him opening drawers in his own. She took this as an opportunity to catch her breath, even though she figured she'd lose it again within a few minutes. As Edward came back in the room, y/n saw that he had a condom in his hand.

"If I'm going to take your virginity, I'm going to be safe about it." He said.

Y/n smiled at him, appreciating how thoughtful and responsible he was being. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. But, knowing that Edward would be the one popping her cherry, she felt comfortable. Safe. In the right hands.

"Are you sure you want to do this, angel? If it's something you don't want, then I won't do it. I don't need sex from you, I'm happy just being in love with you." He said.

"Y-Yes, Ed. I'm sure. I want this. I want to do this with you." She reassured.

Edward nodded as he placed the condom on the nightstand. In one fluid motion, he removed his tank top, his bare chest on display. Y/n shivered as he let his pants fall to the ground as well. The bulge in his boxers was evident, and it caused her eyes to widen. Sitting down next to her, he patted his lap. Y/n took the invitation gladly, straddling his lap. Edward brushed a piece of hair out of her face, looking deep into her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

Y/n blushed, about to say something before being cut off by Edward's lips. She melted into the kiss, hooking her arms around his neck. His hands trailed down from her shoulders to her lower back. Sliding his hand under her shirt, he rubbed circles into her skin.

"Have you ever been given oral, angel? It's ok if you haven't." He said.

Y/n shook her head.

"Do you want it?"

She nodded quickly, the idea of Edward's lips over her pussy making her whimper softly. He smiled, kissing her forehead before gently flipping her over on her back. Letting her legs hang over the edge of the bed, Edward closed her legs, hooking his thumbs under the fabric of her panties. Y/n sat up, holding his hands in place. Looking up at her, he cooed.

"Honey, I'm not going to judge you. You're perfect just the way you are."

Y/n nodded, releasing her grip on Edward's hands. Propping herself up on her elbows, he watched as Edward pulled her panties off, placing them beside her on the bed. With his palms, he spread open her legs, looking at her center. He let out a shaky breath, kissing her thighs.

"Just like I figured. Perfect." He said.

Leaning forward, Edward let his breath fan against her soaked core. She shivered, hips bucking simply from his breath. Slowly, he let his tongue roll out of his mouth, placing it against her. Y/n moaned and gripped the sheets. Letting her get used to the feeling, he massaged her hips. After a few moments, he licked a stripe in between her folds. When she bucked her hips again, he held her legs down firmly. Edward began to suck at her clit, tongue flicking over it occasionally. He was fluid with his movements, making sure it wasn't too overwhelming for her. Y/n reached down and tugged at Edward's hair, signaling for him to stop. Groaning at the sensation, he pulled away from her legs. His lips glistened with her arousal, wiping it off with his thumb before licking it off. Y/n was panting heavily, face flushed.

"You did so good, angel. How did that feel?" He asked, rubbing her thighs softly.

"S-So good..." She gasped.

"I'm glad, darling. Are you ready for more?" He asked.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded. Her thighs were coated in her slick and Edward's saliva. It served as a lubrication for Edward as he gently slid his finger between her folds, letting it coat his finger with the wetness.

"Ok, I'll be slow. You'll probably feel a small stretch, ok? I'm just going to use one finger." He explained.

"Ok, Eddie. I trust you."

Just like he said, he slowly pushed his pointer finger inside of her. Wanting her to slowly adjust, he only went down to his first knuckle. Y/n whimpered, the sensation a new feeling to her. Edward pushed in to his second knuckle, causing y/n to gasp. After a few more seconds, he slid his entire finger inside her. Y/n's back arched.

"How's that feel? Does it hurt, baby?" He checked.

"N-No, just pressure...so good...m-more?" She asked.

"You want more, are you sure?"

"Yes!" She cried.

Obliging, Edward slid his middle finger inside of her. Y/n yelped, panting as he slowly pumped in and out of her. The pace was slow enough that she could handle it but not too fast to where it hurt. It was perfect, almost like he knew her body inside and out. He smirked.

"Can I do something?" He asked.

Y/n nodded.

Edward stretched his fingers out in a scissoring motion, watching y/n squeal and arch her back. He reveled in the sight of her pleasure, slowly repeating the motion as he pumped inside of her. After she got used to it, he pulled out, laughing at her whines. She grabbed his hand, putting it back between her legs. He pulled it away, shaking his head.

"Angel, don't you want me? Or, are you still not ready for it?" He asked, lifting her shirt up slightly and placing a kiss on her tummy.

"N-No, I want it! 'M just nervous..." She mumbled.

"Aw, pretty girl. I told you I'd be gentle with you. I'm going to take good care of you, I promise you. You just need to trust me, angel."

Y/n nodded.

"Ok, but if I say stop you'll stop right?" She asked.

"Of course, sweetheart."

She smiled, feeling better about what was to come. Edward gently picked her up, placing her head down on her pillow. Reaching over to his side, he grabbed the condom off the nightstand. Y/n grabbed the hem of her shirt, looking up at Edward.

"Only if you want to, y/n." He said.

She nodded, slowly lifting it up over her head. Y/n tossed it to the side. Edward looked down at her as he straddled her lap. His eyes scanned her chest, leaning down and placing kisses over it.

"You're so beautiful, y/n. I mean that." He said, in awe of the woman below him.

Y/n leaned forward, grabbing onto the waistband of Edward's boxers. He smiled at her eagerness. Nodding, he let her pull them down. Her eyes widened as his dick popped out, causing her breath to hitch. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth. Laughing, Edward pushed her back gently. Sliding his boxers off completely, he dropped them on the ground.

"No, not tonight y/n. Tonight is about you. You're all I care about tonight." He hummed.

She nodded, watching as he opened up the wrapper for the condom. Placing the trash on the night stand, Edward rolled the condom over his dick. He hissed at the contact, twitching in his hand. Y/n shuddered at the thought of it inside of her. But, it also exhilarated her.

"Are you ready, angel? If you've changed your mind, that's perfectly fine."

"Eddie, please, I need you..." She whined.

Shivering, he nodded and lined himself up with her. He propped himself up on his right arm, cupping y/n's face with his left hand. He counted down from 3, making sure y/n wasn't caught off guard. Groaning, he slowly slid inside of her, only pushing the tip inside. Y/n moaned, reaching up and hooking her fingers in his hair.

"Oh, fuck. Angel, you're so tight. A-Are you ok...?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, taking deep breaths.

"Y-Yeah, I'm ok. Keep going, j-just slow. I want it all..."

Edward nodded, doing as she said. Slowly, his dick pushed inside her, inch by inch. The feeling of her walls stretching around him made him roll his eyes back, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He whimpered in her ear, lifting y/n up slightly so he could wrap his arms around her. Y/n whined as she felt him twitch inside of her.

"L-Let me know when you want me to move, baby." He panted.

Edward stilled inside of her, kissing her neck delicately. His heart fluttered as he felt her pulse around him. He had had sex with people before, but it never felt meaningful. So, right now, in this moment, Edward felt absolutely enamored with the girl below him. His girlfriend. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and he wanted it to be exactly what she wanted it to be. He wasn't the type to listen to anyone, but he would do anything y/n asked. He would do anything for his angel.

"E-Eddie...I'm ready, please." She panted.

Edward nodded, slowly pulling back and pushing inside of her. Each thrust was gentle and loving, not wanting to be too harsh with her. Y/n moaned underneath him, tightening around him as he kept a steady pace. Scratching at his back, y/n groaned.

"I want it faster, please!" She pleaded.

Edward knew he was going slow, but he was worried about hurting her. Moaning, he picked up his pace, hips slapping against hers. Y/n continued to moan underneath him, begging and crying for more. She wanted it faster and harder. Propping himself up on both of his hands, he hovered over her.

"Are you sure, angel? I don't want to hurt you."

"Eddie, I'm sure. Please, I wanna cum! Please! I need you so bad, Eddie please..." She whined, her voice desperate and pitiful.

He let out a guttural groan as he reared back and rutted up into her. Edward watched as her eyes rolled back, scratching at his shoulder blades. His mouth opened slightly as he maintained his harsh pace, whimpering at the sound of her moans and whines.

"Oh f-f-fuck!" Y/n cried out.

"Y-You like this? Does it f-feel good, angel?"

"Oh, fuck, yes d-daddy!"

Edward's eyes widened, a pathetic moan leaving his lips. That name sounded so sinful leaving her mouth. It was laced with a sweet honey that Edward couldn't get enough of. Moaning, he grabbed her hips and quickened his pace.

"I-I'm g-gonna...I think I'm..." She gasped.

"That's good, angel. I'll get you there. H-How do you wanna cum, baby?" He asked in between sloppy thrusts.

"M-Mouth..." Was all she said.

Edward pulled out of her, dropping to his knees off the bed. He pulled her close to him, cupping his mouth over her pussy. Lapping hungrily at her core, he buried his tongue inside of her. Y/n moaned, arching her back as she gripped at his hair. Pulling away, Edward put a finger inside of her, curling it inside of her.

"That's it, cum for me baby. You've got it..." He cooed.

As if on command, y/n let out a loud and erotic moan as her orgasm washed over her. She whimpered as Edward swallowed every bit of her climax, not wanting to waste a single drop. It smeared over his face as he buried his face between her thighs. He acted like he hadn't eaten food in weeks, and her arousal was the only sustenance he could get. It went down his throat like a sweet honey and he wanted more and more. But when there was no more, he pulled away, a string of saliva from her pussy attached to his bottom lip. It broke as he stood up and looked down at y/n. The sight of her naked and run through was enough to bring him to his own orgasm. He groaned, bending over and gripping onto the sheets for stability as he pumped his hot load into the condom. Panting, he let it ride out, a shiver running down his spine when it went away. Pulling the condom off, he tied it and tossed it in the waste bin near y/n's night stand. His glasses were fogged up and he was breathing heavily. Using his fingers, he cleared his glasses and leaned down, kissing the top of y/n's head.

"Ok, I'm gonna pick you up now. Is that ok?" He asked.

She nodded, holding out her arms so it was easier for him. Y/n wasn't the only one who was utterly exhausted from the events that played out. Grunting, Edward placed y/n on the counter top in her bathroom. Grabbing a wash cloth, he dampened it and gently wiped away her climax off his face. After that, he cleaned off the arousal and spit that was smeared over her thighs. Once that was done, he left washed his hands. While he did this, he yawned.

"Make sure you go to the bathroom, ok?"

"M'kay, Eddie."

"I'm gonna get you a new pair of underwear. I'll wait in bed for you, angel. I just want to make sure you're taken care of first." He said.

Leaving the bathroom, Edward closed the door behind him. Grabbing his boxers, he put them back on. Yawning, he didn't even bother with trying to find his tank top as he went to y/n's dresser. Opening different drawers, he looked until he found the one with y/n's underwear. He was surprised to see she had lacey panties, but he didn't pick one of those. Looking through, found one pair that looked like it would be the most comfortable. He grabbed y/'s shirt from off the floor and placed them on the bed. He groaned, realizing that he needed to brush his teeth.

"Hey angel, I'm going to brush my teeth again ok?"

"Wow, did I taste that bad?" She joked.

"Haha." He mumbled to himself as he went to his bedroom.

He was quick with brushing his teeth, wanting to get under the covers with y/n. Rinsing his mouth out of the toothpaste, he left his room and came back to y/n's. He was happy to see that she put on the clothes he laid out and got in bed. He closed the bedroom door behind him.

"Do you sleep with those lights on?" He asked, gesturing to the fairy lights that hung around her room.

She nodded. Edward smiled and turned off the main bedroom light, leaving the fairy lights on. Feeling cold, he was quick to get in bed behind y/n, drawing her close to his chest. She turned around, nuzzling into his chest.

"That was amazing, Edward." Y/n smiled.

"I'm really glad I could do that for you, y/n. I wanted it your first time to be special."

"Well, it was. You made me feel so comfortable. You talked me through the whole thing, I really appreciated that. I was super nervous."

"Of course I guided you through it, I wasn't going to leave you in the dark."

"You're so sweet..."

"By the way, no, you did not taste bad. Quite the opposite actually." He hummed.

"Yeah, you were acting like it was a four course meal." She giggled.

"Uh, cause it was. Speaking of, I didn't get any desert. Can I snack on a couple of your fingers? I'll leave you your pinkies." He joked, opening his mouth, about to put her fingers in his mouth.

"What?! No! You weirdo!" She laughed, snatching her hand away from him.

He scoffed, rolling on his back and staring at the ceiling. Crossing his arms over his chest, he mumbled to himself, pretending to be mad. Y/n rolled her eyes, resting her head on his bare chest. Humming, he stroked her hair.

"Fine. I won't eat your fingers. Yet..."

"Mmm, well give me a heads up when you're about to, ok? I'd like to say good bye to them." He said.

"Are you really that attached to your fingers?" He asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? They let me grab things."

"True. That's a good point. Well, how about I just give a you a kiss. I think that'll be a good desert."

"Hmm, I guess that's ok." She giggled.

Edward rolled his eyes as he kissed her gently. Humming to himself, he held her close to him, rubbing her back. She sighed, warmth flooding her body as he embraced her. Both of their eyes grew heavy as they felt comfort in each other's presence.

"I love you, Eddie."

"I love you too, y/n."

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